Unloved (Eric x OC Divergent)

Part XXIII: The Outside

-Eric-

It's well into the afternoon when I wake up, Florence is still asleep in my arms, so I stay exactly where I am, I don't want to wake her up. I sink away into thoughts about the night we had, the bomb she dropped. I'm not surprised my first reflex was to dive into murderous intent, I didn't realize it then, but it worked perfectly to keep my mind off of what she told me. The thought of having someone hurt her, fuck, I can barely process it without resorting to murder, anger or wanting to lock her in here forever so no one can reach her. Protectiveness, that's probably a better word for that. I just want to have her near me, to make sure nobody ever thinks about even coming close to her again. My thoughts drift back in to extremes, I even notice it myself, but I feel like there's nothing else I can do to help. It already happened, I would erase it for her if I could, at any cost, but I cant. I pull her closer to me, feeling a sudden need to feel her warmth.

Obviously I always knew she was pretty, and she was desired, that was never a secret to me, as her name came up quite often in conversations between male colleagues. They would go to stupid lengths to have her check them at the infirmary, trying to get her to go on a date, but nobody seemed to get through to her as she brushed the questions off lightly, much to their dismay. She quickly got a reputation of being a bitch, purely based on her rejecting all forms of flattery, I already liked her then. She suited me. Even though the anger was always visible in her eyes, she took care of me every time I fucked up, careful not to hurt me more than necessary. I always did respect her for that, even though I didn't show it at the time. 

I can feel her waking up, her hand stretches over my stomach, a small groan escapes her mouth. Her sudden motion brings me back to reality, the remainder of my thoughts quickly fade away when she opens up her eyes to look at me and smile. "Hi" her voice is still raspy from sleeping, it's cute, plus, it makes me want to kiss her even more than I already wanted to. "Hi" I whisper to her before I pull her lips to mine, not able to resist. She pulls herself closer to me, responding to me the way she always does, full of passion. I already feel myself getting all worked up before I stop myself, my thoughts hinging on the events that played out before us yesterday. Suddenly I'm not sure if she wants me to, the doubt hits me like a freight train, she notices immediately.
"What's wrong?" Her eyes lock on mine, her gaze is loving but inquisitive, making me think twice about just how I'm going to say this. I settle on just being honest with her, it's what I would want her to do. "I'm not sure if you want me to...". She doesn't let me finish my sentence before she sits up beside me, my arm still around her. She looks down at me, a faint smile on her face. "Are you going to be all careful with me now?" Her voice is light, joking, as she waits for me to respond. "I just thought, maybe yesterday brought back memories for you." She bends down to kiss my cheek playfully before she responds: "And right now brings back better memories for me, the new ones we made, most of them right here in this bed." Her voice is sultry, her eyes match her tone, she's playing with me again. And I don't mind.

"So please don't treat me like I'm broken, I've been mended in many ways since then." Her resilience is, once again, astonishing. While I search for words to respond, she lets out a little laugh, making my senses heighten again. "Are you laughing at me babe?" I try to joke back as casually as she does, she takes the bait quickly: "Yes, what are you going to do about it?" Her smile is infectious, it melts the doubt I felt a mere few minutes ago. I don't respond with words, I can't find them anyway and there's no use for them where I'm heading. I sit up to kiss her, leaning on one hand while the other one rest on the back of her head, wanting to keep her there for as long as I can bear it. She feverishly responds, running her tongue along mine, her passion only adds to my upcoming frenzy. I feel her hands run down my chest, then my stomach, and without hesitation, she pulls my boxers down in one motion, I let out a loud groan. She continues her mission without hesitation, closing her small hand around me, she slowly starts to stroke, leaving me gasping for air. Her lips find their way from my lips to my cheeks, then I feel her breath on my neck. I feel the heat in me rise a boiling point by now, I moan her name, my hands try to do things, but the grip she has on me, the way she's making me feel right now, I'm left just laying on my back, mesmerized by her touch. Her lips move up to where I can feel them against my ear. "Do you want me to keep going?" The way she says it, it sends shivers down my spine. I feel so utterly under her control right now, and I fucking love it. "Yes" I can barely get a word out. She keeps to hers as her hand increases it's pace, her face hovers over mine, she looks down at me with a smile that can only be construed as evil. She knows she has all the power here, she's loving it.