les sequelles - Eric Coulter 1

85. Seven Minutes In Heaven

Imagine: Playing 7 Minutes in Heaven with your friends in Dauntless and being chosen with Eric. 

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You sit around the table at your friend Rebecca's place, it was her birthday and she was having a gathering with a few friends including yourself, Zeke, Shauna, Eric, and a few others. Rebecca pulls out a bottle, suggesting that you all play a game.

"Spin the Bottle? Isn't that a little childish Bec?" You ask rolling your eyes.

"But we're not playing Spin the Bottle Y/N," She smiles a devious smile, "We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven."

You hear a few chuckles and a few groans. Rebecca is about to go on when Macy, a small girl who transferred from Amity a year ago interrupts, "How do you play that?"

"Well, we spin the bottle, and pick two people, those two people will have to go into a small, dark room, and stay in there for seven minutes, and the rest is up to them," Shauna explains with a smirk. You look around at everyone, most look excited, some look nervous, and Eric look absolutely bored.

The first two spins land on Isaac and Jessica, they're sent into the room and seven minutes later Zeke abruptly opens the door to find a shirtless Isaac furiously making out with Jessica, they instantly pull away looking absolutely flustered.

The next two spins land on Joe and Macy, seven minutes later found on the ground, holding hands and having a heart to heart conversation.

You watch the bottle slow down for the fifth time, until it comes to a wobbly stop, pointing directly at you. Fuck.

"Damn Y/N, who's the lucky guy gonna be," Zeke teases. You spin the bottle this time, praying for a good match. After what feels like an eternity, the bottle finally stops pointing at Eric. Fuckidy, fuck.

The two of you are ushered into the room; it's a lot darker than it looks with the door closed. You're so close to Eric that even in the darkness you can make out his features, and he sure looks fine as hell.

"This isn't so bad," Eric finally says, "Better than any of those other girls."

You have to admit, you had low-key crushing on Eric ever since you got a leadership position alongside him, so being in such a small place with him was making you a bit...awkward.

"I know you like me Y/N," he suddenly says nonchalantly.

"W-what?!" Thank god, it's too dark for him to the blush that is rising to your cheeks, "no I don't!"

"You make it pretty obvious sweetheart," You can see the stupid smirk on his face.

"Yeah well I do, so what?" You hiss.

"Well the feeling is reciprocated, I'm just better at hiding it," You look at him, before you fully interpret what he said he pulls you in for a rough kiss. You feel as if there are fireworks going off all around you as his tongue brushes across your bottom lip, you gasp and he uses this as an advantage, sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight one another and Eric pulls you on to his lap, one of his hands snake up your shirt, your hands grasp at his hair.

Once he's finished with your mouth, he finds his way from your jaw to your neck, he works at your neck and you let out an involuntary moan, you feel his lips smirk against your skin for a split second before his continues.

Somehow, in the process of the kiss Eric had lost his shirt so your hands were traveling across his sculpted chest as he nipped at your neck. Just as you let out another small moan, the door burst open. Zeke. You had completely forgot where you were, you quickly get out of Eric's lap and leave the room, Eric puts on his shirt and follows behind you, acting as if it is no big deal.

"Damn Y/N! You two sure went at it," Zeke smirks pulling your shirt a little off your shoulder to reveal all the hickies that we're starting to form. You blush insanely as all the others laugh.

Eric grabs your wrist before announcing, "Alright, I think we're done here, Y/N and I are gonna call it a night."

You hear a few giggle and catcalls as Eric drags you out of Rebecca's apartment and takes you towards his own, planning on finishing what you had started.

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