Stumble Across the Fire (Divergent Eric fanfic)

Sweet & Sour

***Eric's POV***

I've been reading to Arielle for hours, and by the time my throat is sore, she is fast asleep. I briefly glance at the bandage on her head, and I wince slightly. God, why couldn't I have been a second slower, and have caught her? We missed our fucking date night, the night I was planning on giving her all of me, and it was ruined because I couldn't catch her. Fuck, I hate myself.

Carefully, I place the book down on the coffee table and pick up Arielle's sleeping form, bridal style. She moans quietly in her sleep, and moves her body even closer to me, if that's even possible. I smile softly to myself. Even after my major fuck-ups, she still wants me.

I make it back to our bedroom, and I, rather reluctantly, place her down on our bed. As soon as our bodies stop touching, Arielle's eyes flutter open. She still looks tired, but she is smiling softly at me.

"Don't leave, come back." She whispers, and yawns, like an exhausted child.

"I'm not going anywhere." I whisper, and lie down beside her. She cuddles right into my body, and dozes right back to sleep.

This girl is going to drive me crazy.

***

The next morning, I wake up before Arielle, so I decide to get breakfast for us. I get out of bed, still completely clothed in last night's attire, so I decide to change and pull on some extra clothes that I leave here when I stay over. I brush my hair back, so it doesn't look like I just woke up, and leave Arielle sleeping.

When I make it down to the dining hall, it's surprisingly quiet. I look on my watch, and it's 10 am. That's why.

I grab breakfast for Arielle and I just before the people in the canteen begin preparing lunch, and just as I am leaving, my pager goes off.

Max: where the hell are you?!

Me: getting breakfast for arielle and i. taking the day off.

And without waiting for a response, I shut my pager off and take the food back to Arielle's apartment.

Just as I make it to our apartment floor, Four cuts me off. I can't catch a damn fucking break.

"How's Arielle?" He asks me quickly. I know that him and Arielle are close, like a brother and sister. I know they were both only children, and their parents worked together because their fathers were both leaders. Arielle was like an escape for Four, because his dad beat him. I am slightly jealous, but I also know Arielle would never leave me for him.

"She's good. Happier to be at home rather than in the hospital." I tell him, only revealing the information that is necessary.

"Thought you might. She hates hospitals." Four says, and I roll my eyes. He's treating me like I know nothing about my own girlfriend.

"I know." I quip, and Four rolls his eyes at my snapping back at him.

"I don't know what the hell she sees in you." Four spits, and a fire ignites in my eyes.

"Are you disrespecting your leader, Four?" I ask lowly, almost as a threat.

"Nope, just uplifting my sister." He chirps, and I shake my head.

"Get back to work, Four. Don't pretend like you have a day off today." I tell him smugly, and he clenches his jaw to refrain from saying anything that he may regret.

"Tell her to take it easy and I'll see her later." Four says, and he runs off in the direction of the control room.

I finally make it to Arielle's door, and just before I open it, I hear Blake's voice ring out from behind me.

"For fuck sakes, Blake, what would you like?" I ask, un-caring that I completely cut her off. She seems taken aback for a moment before resuming her composure.

"How is she? Or more importantly, how was last night?" She asks, and she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Much to your dismay, Blake, nothing happened. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have breakfast for Arielle and I." I end our conversation quickly, and get inside the apartment quickly; God only knows I'll get stopped again if I don't.

"Rough morning?" Arielle asks, sitting on the couch in one of my t-shirts. She looks so freaking amazing, but once again, my eyes skim over the fucking bandage and I wince slightly.

"You have no idea. First Max, then Four, then Blake. Like holy fuck, leave me the hell alone for one single day." I mutter irritably, and Arielle giggles.

"C'mon, muffin, let's eat." She teases, taking the bag of food from me and into the kitchen. I follow her, and walk up behind her, pressing my body into her back and butt, and linking my arms around her waist.

"How you feeling, babe? Sore?" I whisper, nipping her ear lobe.

"Yeah, my head hurts. It's okay, let's eat." She says, and dishes up the food onto plates. She places our plates at the dining table, and we sit, eating silently.

"Don't you have to work today?" She asks, and I shake my head.

"Took it off. I want to spend today with you. Laying in bed, reading, I don't care, but let's spend the day together." I tell her as we both finish our breakfasts. She smiles, and I know she's happy we get the day to ourselves.

"Wanna take a bath?" She asks, and I nod. We leave our dirty plates on the table, and walk down to the bathroom. She slowly begins to strip, and I gulp. Why the hell did I agree to this? I'm not going to be able to hold myself back. She's fucking beautiful, and I want all of her, but not while she's injured. 

I love her, I know I do, and even if I haven't said it, I know that's how I feel about her. But I want it to be right, and I don't want to have to be careful because she's injured. I want us to go as far and as long as we want, which won't be right now. 

Fuck, I need an out, now. I don't want our first like this, she won't enjoy it, and I surely won't either. We both have to enjoy it.

"Arielle, why don't you take a bath, and I'll go check in with the nurse?" She turns round, in just her bra, which is a simple black satin bra, but I still feel myself getting rather excited.

"I don't remember her saying we needed to check in this morning, if this is about this-" Arielle begins trying to persuade me, and I know she'll win, so I stop her.

"New bandages, plus just letting her know how you're doing. I'll be back soon, baby, enjoy yourself." I rush out. I give her a quick kiss on the temple before she takes off her bra, and almost run out the door.

I'm a dead man walking, and I fucking hate myself for it.

Double update for you guys, because you guys deserve it after I acted like an Eric (ha ha ha, lame I know...) but I hope you lovelies enjoy it!

P.S. Thank you to all of my readers! I'm at 320, and it's all thanks to you guys! I love you all so much, thank you to all of you wonderful lovelies!