Stumble Across the Fire (Divergent Eric fanfic)

Loving Make-Ups

*MATURE CONTENT AHEAD*

"You love me?" I utter, completely at a loss for words.

"Of course, I'll never feel any different baby. And I would never lie to you." Eric whispers, and presses his lips against my forehead. My knees go weak, and I glide my arms around his waist, squeezing him tightly against me. I look up at him, looking into his stone grey eyes.

"How long? And what about this morning?" I ask, wanting the answers I've been seeking all day.

"Long enough to know I should've told you sooner. I shouldn't have waited, but I wanted it to be right, for you. I want the world to be perfect for you, Ari, and when I fuck it all up, I hate myself for it." He explains, and I just nod and continue to listen, as he still has another question to answer.

"And as for this morning, I sure as hell shouldn't have left. I'm sorry I handled this morning the way I did, it was totally wrong and I have no idea what came over me. You were only on my mind, Arielle, I swear. I was solely planning on getting away so I wouldn't do anything I might regret, or make you upset. And I really didn't need to hurt you more than I-"

"You did not hurt me. It was my own recklessness that caused my head injury. If you blame yourself, again, so help me..." I end, knowing Eric gets what I mean.

"And when I heard that you were crying, god, Arielle, you will never know how low I felt. I made my own girl cry, how terrible and absolutely pathetic is that? I did that to you, and it's not fucking okay. I've been so awful to you Arielle, I don't know how you look past it all. i sure can't." Eric mutters sadly. I grab his face in my hands, and look up at him.

"These little moments are why. You just told me you loved me, and I'm telling you right now that I love you as well. Stop holding onto the past, it's over now. Just live in the moment, right here, right now, with me." I tell him, and his eyes soften, looking at me with pure love.

"I was planning on making up for it." Eric spits out quickly, and I bite my lip as the butterflies take fight deep in my stomach.

"How so?" I prod, my lips turning into a wicked grin, liking the way this is going.

"Mmm, I don't know, what happened to those clothes you hid from me? Maybe you should show them to me." Eric whispers huskily, and my cheeks flash red, recalling the lingerie I hid a couple days ago, before I hit my head.

"Should I?" I ask, teasing him. He nods eagerly, so I slip out of his arms quickly, and run down the hall to our room. I pull out the bag, and pull out the black slip and panties, admiring them as my heart races a million miles a minute.

After getting myself into the new lingerie, I stare at myself in the mirror. The slip outlines my breasts perfectly, and it reaches just past my hips. The slight sheerness of the slip will leave Eric little to his imagination.

I open the door, and Eric is standing outside it, greedily awaiting my new attire. He gulps, and lust takes over his eyes.

"Arielle, holy shit..." He can't even finish his sentence, he is staring at me in awe.

"Make up for our missed date night?" I ask seductively, knowing full well how I'm affecting him right now.

"Why do you do this to me?" He whispers, and I giggle.

"You asked for it, c'mere." I ask him quietly, and without another word, he crashes his lips against mine. I gasp, and his tongue enters my mouth, showing me how much he truly wants me. He wastes no time picking me up and pressing my body against the wall. I push his jacket off his shoulders, revealing him in a tight black t-shirt. My fingers dance across his arms and torso, completely in love with his body. He is so drool-worthy, and it makes my body feel and do crazy things for him.

His hands find my butt, and he squeezes it with every kiss. I cry out at the sudden pleasure from it, and he takes advantage of my exposed neck, kissing and sucking on the tender skin. His lips leave my neck, and work their way down. To my collarbone, where he leaves another hickey, and then to my breasts, where I am feeling a need for him.

"Eric," I sigh as he kisses the top of my breasts. He carries me to the bed, and lies me down. Before joining me, he takes his shirt and jeans off. I stare at him in fascination and wonder, completely loving the view I have. His desire for me is strong and apparent through his boxers, and he walks over to me. I take my time gliding my slip over my head, as I enjoy having Eric's eyes on me. He watches me, with the lust and love shown strongly in his eyes.

As soon as my slip is on the floor with his clothes, he pins me to the bed, kissing every exposed part of my body. His fingers skim the lace top of my panties, making my hips buck into his. He chuckles huskily.

"Anxious, are we?" He whispers in my ear, and his voice sends shivers down my spine, and all the way to my toes. I nod, and Eric hastily removes my panties and his boxers. Eric gently grabs my hands and glides them up my body and above my head, where he holds them. I wrap my legs around him, and he gently enters me. I cry out, the pain overwhelming for a few moments, but as my body adjusts to his size, he begins thrusting in and out of me. The pleasure begins to get more and more present as he goes on.

"Fuck, baby." He mutters under his breath. I run my fingers all over his back, begging for my release.

"Eric, harder, please." I sigh, and he doesn't hesitate to comply. His lips meet mine, and it feels like he is kissing me for the last time. I hope there will never be a last time.

His hands go to my thighs, bringing my body closer to his, as if we could get even closer than we already are. My strokes on his back have become more like claw-like actions, yearning for a release.

"Arielle, baby..." Eric whispers as he kisses and sucks on my collarbone. The feeling is absolutely sensational. Before I realize it, his lips move to my nipples, and that combined with his powerful thrusts, sends me screaming his name.

I know he is smiling at me, as he loves knowing he makes me feel good.

"God, I'm coming baby." I whisper, the intenseness becoming too much. My fingers thread into his hair, and I hold on for dear life.

"I'm coming Arielle, fuck!" Eric shouts, and I cry his name as my body pulsates around him. 

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