Dauntless Desires

17

Tris knocked on Eric's door waiting for him to answer. She smoothed her hands over her shirt once, then took a deep breath before he opened the door.

A wave of fresh cologne washed over her, her nostrils flared and she smiled up at him. Eric didn't waste any time pulling her into him for a passionate kiss. "You look beautiful," he said between kisses.

Tris wore a black leather jacket her shirt was deep crimson red and cut low between her breasts. Her pants were tight leather leggings, with her usual knife strapped to her leg, and she wore her 'hooker heels' that Christina had bought for her but she had never worn. The heels were black, they had silver buckles, and were about five inches high. She wasn't sure how she was walking in them, but somehow she managed. She felt confident.

Tris looked around his apartment, it was a little bigger than her own. But very well decorated, surprisingly considering it was Eric's. The windows were framed with black sheer curtains, he had two couches made of black leather. The floors were a dark mahogany. His apartment looked like a lounge straight from a high end club.

A shelf caught her eye, he had a high power sniper rifle on display, she looked back over her shoulder quirking an eyebrow to him. "I found it in the armory, they were going to throw it out."

"What is it," she asked him now very interested.

".300 Win. Mag," he replied, standing behind her wrapping his arms around her waist, "you want to shoot it?"

"It still works?"

"You get your sweet ass it still works. Damn accurate too, I read about these in books. A lot of soldiers used them back during the war."

"It looks like it could do some serious damage," she said turning around in Eric's arms. "Are we going to do this or what?"

"I'm debating on keeping you hostage here now...i am going to have to beat so,Evans tonight if anyone looks your way."

Tris laughed and threw her head back, "God, you're so jealous."

"I don't share..." Eric replied frowning.

Tris backed out if his arms, "well as tempting as being held hostage sounds, I really want to dance..."

Eric felt a surge of heat through his body at the thought of her dancing. She didn't have to say another word, he was grabbing her hand leading the way out of his apartment.

The two made their way through the pit and then down a corridor that Tris had never really paid attention to. It was dim lit and narrow. She felt like the further they walked the walls were swallowing them up. They stopped at a steel door with an electronic key pad. Eric punched in a code, then winked at her as the door opened up.

Tris walked through the open door and to another room.Lights flashed all around them, music blared from the speakers on the walls. There was a long bar to the back of the room, lounge couches outlined the dance floor. She was shocked. All this time at Dauntless and she never even knew this was here. All of the main leaders were here too.

Max noticed them from the bar as they walked forward, he waved for them to come sit down.

"They're alive," he joked patting Eric on his shoulder, "and happy I presume." Max looked at Tris when he spoke the last part. Then winked at her. Apparently he knew about them already.

"Hey! Nita! I want to buy this fine couple drinks," Max spoke loudly over the music.

Tris watched as Nita walked to us,  I didn't know she worked let alone as a bartender. Normally she was the firearms specialist for the new initiates. "Hey Tris, Eric what can I get you guys to drink?"