Unloved (Eric x OC Divergent)

Part X: The Storm

-Eric-

This must have been the longest week in the history of time. I would have much rather spent every day of it with her, but there were initiates that needed her and I had to let her go. Even though I need her more.
The morning she left for work, she made me promise I wouldn't do anything stupid during her time away, which felt like a punch to the throat, but she was right to ask it of me as it made me realize she really does care about me, proving her point with a kiss that's still takes my breath away when I think about it.

I decided to throw myself headfirst into my own work, supervising the initiates, which was easily enough to keep me busy during the day, but when the nighttime came around I found myself looking for distractions, trying to avoid my usual pitfalls, but having a hard time at doing it.
It helped to go around to the infirmary and talk to her, even shortly and about nothing much, but just venting to her, being in her presence, looking into her beautiful eyes, it calmed me down. 

The first visit was confronting, to say the least. I can't remember a time when I came into the infirmary for anything other than being injured, mostly self-inflicted after another angry night of drinking and hating myself. She noticed my discomfort, but immediately made it disappear by replacing those memories with new ones, taking me by the hand and leading me to an empty room, giving me the little free time she had to talk to me, listen to me and whenever the opportunity arose, I'd pull her close and just kept her there for as long as I could. 
But when I had to let her get back to work, I ended up having to go to bed alone, in the apartment I have decorated with so many of my outbursts there's hardly an space left untouched. Their presence makes it impossible to block out the feelings of emptiness and anger, but I successfully suppressed them and counted down the days until I could sleep soundly again, with her in my arms, keeping me grounded and calming me down with her small hands on my skin.

During her last nightshift I have been counting down the hours, then minutes and seconds until she stepped out of the infirmary, finally off duty. I made sure to be there, even though she didn't ask me to, I really wanted to be near her, I needed to be.
When she stepped out, I was surprised to be greeted so warmly by her friend Shauna, who immediately invited me to a party she was hosting, but before I could answer, she walked away. After finding out Florence actually wants me to come, I agreed to go, even though I'm sure her friends don't like me, I'll do it for her.

Florence practically dragged me to her apartment. She makes me feel like she needs to be with me as much as I need her right now and it gives me goosebumps and a warm feeling inside. When she opened up the door to her apartment, she dragged me in after her and I temporarily lost control of my own actions. I needed to feel her against me, wanted to taste her lips so badly, I pushed her up against the door and soon my lips were on hers, my tongue running past her lips and finding hers, her hands slipped under my shirt and the feeling of her fingers on my bare skin was enough to almost send me into a tailspin. Feeling her warm skin under her top, kissing along her jawline, kissing her neck, kissing down to her collarbone. Fuck she's so beautiful.
It took everything in me to stop us and it seems like she didn't want me to, looking very cute as she pouted at me when I stopped, almost making me give in to her.
As much as every cell in my body wants her, so badly it makes my skin crawl, I don't want it to be like this, with her obviously tired beyond measure. No, I want it to be perfect, for the first time in my life I want not just sex, I want to make love to her. I want to make her feel how much she means to me and for that, I can wait.

When she's in the shower, I look around her apartment, which is very neat and outfitted with all kinds of things that make it look like a home, a very comfortable home. Nothing like the hellhole I made for myself. I secretly hope she'll let me be here and sleep here more often, the way she made her home calms me. As I hear her turn off the shower I walk towards her bedroom, taking off my boots, shirt and pants, leaving me in my boxers, like the first time she slept next to me. 
Her bed is neatly made and as I lay down in it, I smell her amazing sweet smell on the pillow I rest my head on. She walks in wearing a black top and black panties that don't cover her bottom fully, leaving me with a view that turns me on immensely, but I calm myself down and pull the blanket up, inviting her to crawl in next to me.
The way she reacts makes me chuckle, she hadn't realized it yet, but I took the day off so I could be with her. It takes her a while to process the information, her brain probably too tired to work at her normal warp speed, but when she does she seems very happy and even calls me sweet, which is probably the first time in my life and I enjoy it thoroughly. 
She nestles herself against me, while I pull the blanket over us, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her as close as I possibly can. I kiss her on the top of her head, then on her forehead and I can't help myself, I need to taste her lips once more before we go to sleep, so I pull her up to me and place a kiss on her lips. "I've waited for this all week" I admit to her and my heart jumps when I hear her admit she has too.