Dauntless Desires

16

It was two in the afternoon when Eric pulled into the garage. Tris closed her eyes and sighed, it was back to reality now.

She sighed again. "I need to go home, Eric."

He didn't speak at first but got out of the truck and unloaded their bags and met her on the passenger side of the truck. She held her hand out for her bag, but he flung it higher on his shoulder, "I've got it, I'll walk you home."

She smiled and followed him through the garage. He brushed his hand against hers as they walked, then he intertwined their fingers as they made their way for the pit. Everyone was about to know about them. Her heart pounded, not with fear. But excitement.

All eyes were on the couple as they walked through the pit, she saw Four in a far crowd, he was the first one she saw. His face turned red when he looked to their connected hands. Eric never slowed his pace, he ignored the stares and led her across the chasm and towards their apartments.

Once they were passed the pit and the crowd of Dauntless members, Four started after them. Keeping distance.

Eric stood in front of Tris' apartment door waiting for her to unlock it. She fumbled for get key and inserted it into the hole, then opened the door. He walked inside and set her bag along with his on the floor. She shut the door behind them.

Eric hadn't really had a chance to look around the other day when he was in her apartment, it was clean and simple. Nothing too fancy. He took quick note to her collection of throwing knives on a shelf behind the door. Each one had the dauntless flame carves into the gleaming metal.

"Four gave those to me," she stated, watching as he turned one of the knives in his hand, noticing the engraved words 'Be Brave' on the other side of the handle.
He set the knife down, losing complete interest at the sound of Four's name. He'd get her new, better knives.

He followed Tris to the kitchen area, she opened the fridge and took a swig from a milk container. He chuckled to himself, feeling like he'd just seen himself in the mirror. She looked at him, obviously not realizing what she had just done and mumbling 'sorry' before returning the carton to the fridge.

Eric closed the space between them, trapping her between himself and the fridge. He kissed her gently, then looked into her eyes. She swore she saw something more than desire now...it was almost a loving look.

"I should let you get cleaned up," he spoke quietly into her ear.

"Yeah." Was all she could muster, a little disappointed that he was leaving.

He kissed her again, "meet me at my apartment when you're done...I'm taking you out."

Tris' face wrinkled with confusion, "where are you taking me, we just got back."

Eric smiled, "we're going to the club downstairs, it'll be a good time."

"Club?"

"Only a few know about it, just trust me." Those words, trust me, melted into her. All she could do was nod.

"I'll see you soon, my queen." His kissed her one more time, grazing her lip with his teeth before pushing off the fridge leaving her pressed against the cool metal, leaving her hot and bothered.

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Tris finished her shower and stood in front of the mirror towel drying her hair. She put in a light layer of makeup before walking across the hall to her bedroom. She shuffled through her drawers pulling out a black lace bra and matching panties.

She pulled on a pair of loose sweats and headed back to the kitchen, not noticing the glaring eyes from her couch. She opened the fridge and took out the carton of milk, taking two long swigs of the cool liquid.

Then she felt the burning holes into her body from the living room. Slowly she set the carton back on the shelf and shut the fridge. Before turning to the intruder she grabbed the throwing knife from the counter next to the fridge, holding it discreetly.

"Why are you here, Four?"

"I think I have a right to be here, Tris. Don't you think?" He asked, standing from his spot on the couch.

"Well I do t want you here."

He had a smirk on his face she longed to smack off and her eyes were blazing. He walked slowly towards the kitchen, never taking his eyes off of her. She felt self conscious now, remembering she still hadn't found a shirt to wear, that she was on,y in her black lace bra and sweats.

"Leave, Four."

He ignored the warning in her voice. "I'll leave when I get my answers, Tris." He shopped at the other side of the island counter. "Him, Tris? Really? I told you that this would happen, but I didn't think it would only take two days."

She felt her cheeks redden, "are you fucking kidding me right now, Four? You are the one who cheated! You are the one who threw our relationship away. Eric and I are no concern of yours anymore."

"I want you back, Tris."

"Fuck you, Four." She spat with poison, turning and making her way towards the door. "Tell Lauren I send my regards."

He followed her to the door, slamming it shut when he reached it. He trapped her against the shelf, "Lauren isn't like you, Tris." It was only when he stood six inches from her face that she could smell the foul scent of alcohol on his breath. He reached out to touch her bare skin, she shoved his hand away.

"Get away from me. You've lost your chance, and I won't be giving you another one."

Four forced his knee between her thighs and leaned down to kiss her neck and shoulder. She shuddered with disgust at his touch now, when before she had felt what she thought was pleasure. "Get the fuck off of me Four!"

Tris shoved him away again, this time she pushed him hard enough that his drunken self stumbled back a bit. She opened the door again, this time he started toward the hallway. "You'll come back to me, queen," he spat the last word with venom. How did he hear that? Eric had whispered that name in my ear. Before she could ask, he was gone.