133. Private Lessons

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Imagine: Being a weak initiate and Eric decided to help you because he sees potential in you.

Eric x Male Reader

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You keep punching at the bag, and it's not really moving. You groan in frustration, remembering all the times people picked on you, everyone thought you were weak and pathetic. You always heard people talking behind your back in the dormitories, 'He's never going to pass initiation' or 'What was he thinking transferring here?' and saying that it wasn't hurting you, was a blatant lie.

Eventually, Four dismisses the class, and Eric stops you, "I need to talk to you." He waits for everyone to leave before he continues, "How would you feel about private training?"

"W-what?"

"Let's face it, you're and awful fighter."

"Thanks," You say sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes and continues, "But, you have potential, you don't get fed up like most people, so I want to help you. With some proper training, you could become one of the best soldiers Dauntless has seen in a few year."

"Really?" Eric nods and you smile at him, "That would be great Eric."

"Well, then get back to the bag!"

"Now?!"

"When else? I'm doing you a favour, don't push it," He chides.

"Sorry," You squeak, hurrying back towards the bag.

After a few weeks of private training lessons with Eric, you improved exponentially, and you quickly rose through the ranks. Your training was really paying off but more importantly, you had begun falling for Eric, but you pushed that away, knowing it could never happen.

You were in the training room for your private lesson one evening, and Eric was adjusting your stance, the skin of your abdomen burned under his hand and you can't help but think that his touch lingered a little too long, but you shake it off.

"You are really improving Y/N." He gives you a genuine smile.

"Thank you."

"Honestly, we may not need many more of these lessons anymore."

Your face fall when he says this, as you don't want to miss the opportunity of spending this extra time with him, "Oh..."

He suddenly smirks, "You seem disappointed."

"I-I'm ju- it's not-"

"It's okay," He steps closer, "I'm only kidding, I only want to see how you'd react." He pauses for a moment before stepping even closer and continuing, "In fact, I'm actually enjoying these training sessions with you."

He hesitantly touches your cheek, and searches your face for a reaction, when you don't recoil from his touch, he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. He kisses you for a moment before pulling away, "Sorry, that was probably very inapprop-"

Before he can finish, you press you lips to his again, kissing him passionately. Your knees go weak and you can almost feel the sparks flying around you.

You eventually break away from the kiss and he smirks, "Yeah, we're definitely not stopping these private sessions any time soon." 

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