Under the armour: a TrisxEric fan fiction

Chapter 7: two faces

Tris' POV

I am led by Eric into the pire. We step into the lift but there is no-one else. Phew. When we reach the sixth floor, the lift stops. Things look a bit cleaner up here, with a few windows. We walk in silence down a few hallways and I cast a quick glance at Eric. His face is deadpan, emotionless. I guess this is how he has to act all the time. No wonder Christina doesn't approve of him.

I think it will be quite a while before she gets to see the real side.

He's basically two faced. In order to maintain authority and respect, he has to put on cold, hard, ruthless sadistic armour. But other people don't see the longing in his eyes, only when I see him can I see this deep, warm side to him. His other face.

Finally, we come to a door. Eric opens it with his key to reveal a sitting room. The walls are painted white and there is a fake wood floor with a black fluffy carpet and a worn faux leather sofa with matching armchairs.  There is an archway on the right leading to a square kitchen with a chequered black and white floor.

I have to say, it is immaculate.

On the left side, there is a hallway with two doors, one probably leading to the bedroom and the other, probably the bathroom. There are a few paintings and pictures hung up here and there.

I am still shaking.

Once he closes the door, he relaxes and his face is once again full of emotion; hurt, anger, love, longing, relief.

"Are you ok Tris?" He asks in a breathy tone.

"Ye-yeah-ye...NO!" I can't control myself anymore. I feel that I can cry in front of him. I shake and wail.

He pulls me into his arms, and my head rests on his muscular shoulder.

"Why would he do that? He hates me! ugh I can still feel his huge hands all over me, my own fucking top in my bloody mouth! I hate him!" I sob into Eric's shoulder.

"He is an asshole and he had no right to do that. He's gonna get kicked out for this. I'll run it over with Max and then you will never see him again." He said it with both anger and reassurance.

"Th-thank you, Eric. If you hadn't got there, God knows what would've happened to me. Why were you around?" I ask.

"I had to check where all the initiates were because at this time you get to do whatever you want, within the compound. But then I heard your scream, but it stopped abruptly. That must've been when he took your top off and stuffed it in you mouth. Tell me what happened in full detail"

Shit.

I can't tell him that I was telling Christina about what happened. It would screw everything up between us.

I pull myself together, slightly recovered from the incident, and lie-only partly.

"At first it was me and Christina. I came back to the dorm after we...you know..."

He suppresses a smile. So do I.

"And she asked me where I had been because she had spotted the looks that we gave eachother at dinner,"

Again, we both suppress a smile.

"And I told her I would talk to her after, but instead I went off, with you. But she didn't know where I had been, so I was in the middle of telling her my made-up excuse, when she spotted my slightly messy hair and the tiniest bit of redness around my lips"

Another suppressed smile.

"That's when she put two and two together and made me confess. I didn't give details though, just how it was good"

And another smile.

"Christina went to take a shower, but when she wasn't there, Peter came in. He only heard that I kissed someone, but he also heard that it was a member of authority, but nothing else. But he must've noticed the looks too, and accused me of sleeping my way to the top of the ranks with you. I denied it, but then he insulted my parents, and that's when I shoved him into the wall, threatening him. I guess I shouldn't have done that. But then he said 'This must've been what it was like for Eric, in a tight space with you. But did he do this?' And then, with an overwhelming force, he shoved me on to the bed, pulled my top off, and groped my chest, saying 'Wow, Stiff, you've actually got something up here'. "

A look of anger replaced Eric's slack expression.

"Then he flipped me over, about to take my trousers off, then you came in. Thank you."

"I just wish I got there quicker. There was a crowd of Dauntless, drunk, clogging up the hallways, so it took me some time to get through them."
He looks so worried.

"It's okay, Eric" I'm lying.

"No it's not, though Tris".

"It will be though"

"Yeah, when he's outta here"

"No, now" I insist, and press my lips to his.