Under the armour: a TrisxEric fan fiction

Chapter 8: Ruthless

Tris POV

"What do you mean, you have no proof? He was on top of me! What happened to security cameras? Won't you take my word? As if I'd make something like that up!" I spit.

I am fuming.

"May I remind you who you are talking to, Miss Prior. The security cameras, strangely, were out of power when this happened. This will be investigated. We shall, however, exclude him from evening activities, and ban him from being in the dormitories any other time than when you sleep" Max tells me sternly.

"I'm sorry sir, but it's just as likely to happen when I'm sleeping! Thank you though for investigating". I force a smile.

I am still furious.

"Yes, well, if anything else happens, once we have sorted out the cameras, 24/7 surveillance will capture any other events and Peter will be cut from Dauntless" Says Max.

I catch Eric's eye, and he knows I am angry.

"You may go now, Miss Prior" says Max, not seeing.

"Thank you, sir" I manage to say through gritted teeth.

"Come on" Eric says with fake boredom.

Once we are out of earshot of Max, Eric sighs with relief.

"We need to talk. My apartment?"

"Got it". Let's hope I can keep my hands to myself, let alone my lips.

Eric POV

I can't believe the so-called 'punishment' they gave Peter. He almost raped Tris, and he gets, essentially, a slap on the wrist. What are they thinking? Isn't it more likely to happen again when she's asleep, as she would be more vulnerable? I'm not saying she wouldn't wake up, but she would have to be put through that experience again, if not worse.

I guess they have to have proof that it happened, but they don't because the security cameras weren't on. What's that about? They are always on, and at that particular moment, no-one could see a thing.

"This incident can't have been spontaneous" I blurted out.

"What do you mean?". Tris looks at me with confusion in her wide, demanding eyes.

"I mean, well, think. The security cameras weren't on at that exact point in time. This had to be planned, because the cameras are always on. So either Peter somehow got into the security room, but that's unlikely, or someone else was in on it. Either way, Peter's punishment doesn't keep him from you at night, when it's probably more likely to happen, in the dark, when you're more tired. And in the fear that it could happen any time, you won't be able to sleep, and that will affect you in the training rooms, it will make you more vulnerable, and decrease your chances of passing Dauntless initiation". The Erudite is coming out in me, and both of us know that it turns me into a heartless dickhead.

"You know," she says, hurt. "Sometimes the things you say makes me wonder whether there is anything going on between us, whether we ever had anything at all. You're speaking as if those special moments between us never happened. Do you want me to leave Dauntless or not? You can just tell me if you've got your eye on some other girl, because the way you're acting right now assures that we are not official. Or do you think I'm too young? You misjudged me upon our first meeting, realising I'm just a plain little girl from Abnegation who you've decided you're not attracted to after all? Is that it? I have feelings for you that you don't seem to reciprocate right now! Oh, what's the use"

She starts towards the door.

"I love you!" I blurt out.

She turns around, with a look of shock in her demanding bright eyes.

"You're not just saying tha-"

Her words are stopped by my lips crashing against hers. She tenses with surprise at first, but then relaxes, returning my kiss. Her arms wrap around my neck and her soft, small hands stroke my short hair, while my arms snake around her tiny waist, pulling her closer to me. I lead her to the wall, our lips never parting, and wrap her small but muscular thighs around my waist, so our faces are at the same level. Our lips still together, I press my tongue against her mouth, wanting access, and she accepts. Suddenly, I pull away, making her give a groan, which makes me smirk. I start to kiss her neck, lightly, until I find her sweet spot. I begin to suck on it, making her moan with pleasure, tilting her head to give me more access.

I think that what happens next can be left to your imagination.