There's a leadership dinner on a Sunday evening

Both he and Teddy hate these things. It's a formality, really, supposedly an event for all the leaders of the factions to get together and get to know one another in an unrestricted gathering, but really it's just a chance for everyone to show off and talk about their own work in ways that it doesn't affect the faction. But the food is better than normal and the bar is free, so no one really minds too much. It's also supposed to be a formal event, which makes it even worse for Eric. He hates dressing up, it reminds him of his time in Erudite when his parents pushed him to be the epitome of perfection. Plus, the dinner jackets never really fit.

But tonight is different. This is Teddy's first time here since she's been promoted and she's tried to make a good impression. Her hair has been loosely curled and teased for volume and it falls down her back tauntingly; she's even worn makeup. And Eric has seen her in those heeled boots before. She wears them during her free time, in the Pit, or just meandering around Dauntless. But it makes his breath catch to see those boots with that dress.

It's a lacy number with an intricate pattern, cinching at her small waist and has a plunging neckline that everyone is pointedly trying to ignore. There's a slip underneath to cover her until mid-thigh and then it's lace til her ankles. And with the way Teddy's rouge lips are smiling at everyone, Eric can't tell if she's had this in the back of her closet waiting to make an appearance, or if she bought it for the occasion. Either way, he's never seen his best friend this dolled up and it takes him a second longer than usual to reply to anything directed his way.

They sit next to each other once dinner is served. Max is already drunk, so he's muttering nonsense to anyone who will listen while the leaders of Abnegation can't get a word in as they eat as little as possible. Teddy's got Jack Kang's attention and Eric tries to shake away his thoughts as his eyesight is directed at Teddy's full mouth. His pants seem tighter this year and he can't wait to take them off and relieve himself of the stuffy atmosphere. But then Teddy's hand is on his thigh and she's leaning toward him and he's trying not to stare at her cleavage.

"How about when this is done, we head to the Pit and have a real party?" Her voice is husky from the wine and Eric tries to control the gooseflesh her breath gives him.

"May have to change." He fumbles around, causing her to lift a brow, thinking he's talking about her.

"I like this dress." She fiddles with the material.

"I-I do too-I meant, uh, I meant me. I-I may have to change." Then she's smiling at him and he can't help but swallow hard.

"I think you look nice like that." And with that, she focuses a question toward Johanna of Amity, but she sends him a cheeky grin that shows she doesn't really give a shit about any of this.

Two hours later has them escaping with stolen bottles of wine. They're both pretty buzzed as they head down to the Pit, chugging away from the bottles and giggling at something Jeanine Matthews had said before everyone quickly dispersed. The exact words couldn't be recalled, but it was something robotic and poshly rehearsed.

"Sh!" Teddy gasps and pulls Eric into a small cove in the wall. A few younger people are passing by, giggling furiously. She looks out to see if the coast is clear before looking back at him with a lazy smile. His torso is pressed up against hers and his arms are raised up by her head, blocking her face from view. He looks down at her before coming to his senses.

"Wait, why are we hiding?" She shrugs then chugs from the bottle.

"Seemed like the sensible thing to do." And then she's off again, grabbing her friend by the hand and leading him to the Pit, where they finish their bottles of wine and head straight for the bar. They take one shot each before Teddy heads to the dance floor, music blaring as she sways to the beat. Eric stays put in the bar stool, ordering a large beer that he finds he's gulping quickly as his eyes refuse to leave Teddy's form.

"Hoo-hoo! Somebody's got it bad!" Everyone knew Mack, the bartender. And he knew everyone's business.

"Fuck off, Mack." Eric grumbled into his drink. The young man only snickered.

"You gonna join her?"

"No!" He hated dancing. It was the one thing he couldn't do, he ended up just shuffling around like an idiot.

"All right, man, just don't be too pissed when someone else whisks her away." He clenched his jaw and glowered at the bartender until he chortled and headed in another direction, allowing Eric to refocus on Teddy. Her back was toward him and her hips were swaying dangerously. He swallowed heavily before downing his drink and ordering another round of shots as she wormed her way through the crowd back to him. They downed their drinks and before Eric realized what was happening, Teddy was pulling him to the dance floor.

"I'm not dancing!" He roared above the noise.

"Then you can just watch me!" She responded.

"That's what I've been doing!"

"Oh, have you, now?" She gazed up at him through thick lashes and his breath caught again, not realizing beforehand the implications of his words. But before either of them could say anything else, someone whisked Teddy away and she allowed them, with a smile on her face, her hand held out for Eric to join, but all he could do was walk back to the bar, Mack shaking his head. He ordered another drink and watched as Teddy weaved throughout the crowd with random individuals.

Over the next few songs, he lost sight of her several times until the small woman couldn't be seen at all. He finished the drink and maneuvered himself throughout the dancing throng of people, being twisted this way and that by the movement of the dancers. The lights flashed over everyone's face and it didn't help that everyone was wearing black, making Teddy much more difficult to spot. Everyone was twirling, gyrating and stomping their feet to the rhythm and Eric felt utterly lost, buzzed just enough to forget which way was which until he bumped into someone.

"There you are." He breathed, the lights illuminating her skin beautifully. She smiled up at him before a few people weaved between them, making her laugh as she got further away from him. He cursed, holding out his hand to reach for her and was surprised when she caught it with her own. He pulled her back toward him and swallowed hard.

"Are you done?" She teased. He nodded once in his traditional gruff manner and she began to walk back toward the entryway, still holding his hand. She leads him to her apartment and she turns on some low-key music, swaying her body as she pours two more glasses of wine. He watches her carefully, sees her shoulders slightly hunched as her eyes dart to him every now and then. She's aware she's being watched and she's trying to make sense of it.

"Stop being so sensical." He admonishes her, her expressions betraying her thoughts.

"It's my job to be." She reminds him. It's quiet between them and a tension fills the room. It's been tense between them ever since...and Eric doesn't think it will ever go back to the way it was before. He notes as she swallows hard before going to light a candle.

"Miss Bell, are you trying to seduce me?" He's trying to be funny and it works, she gives him a soft chuckle.

"Is it working?" She teased, making him smirk.

"Careful, sweetheart, don't start something you can't finish." There's just a moment's hesitation and Eric can see the brief debate going on in his friend's mind of how to react. Is she going to laugh it off? Bumble about nervously? Or be brave? Eric only hopes for the latter.

"Well, now, sweetheart," she emphasizes with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leaning in closely, hands on his knees as she pushes them apart. "I think the real question is, are you gonna help me finish this?" She bites her bottom lip tantalizingly and his mouth runs dry and his neck feels very hot all of a sudden. He feels the tick in his jaw as her hands begin to slide up his legs, her green eyes never leaving his. Her pupils are dilated and he wants to blame the alcohol, but they haven't had enough to render themselves completely drunk. He stops her movement by securing her jaw between one of his hands.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" There's another flash of hesitancy between them before his lips crash down on hers. He's aware of every one of her movements, the way her small hands clench around his thighs and her head pulling back in his hand and the way her mouth feels on his. There's a debate going on in their minds, wondering if they should continue, but she's not saying anything and he's trying to blame this all on lust, on the fact that her chest is heaving against his and her skin is soft and her mouth is warm and wet and he wants to hear her call out his name. But he'd be lying if he said he hasn't wanted this for years.

Soon enough, she's tugging on his lower lip with her teeth and it shocks him into opening his mouth wider, a groan escaping his throat as their tongues meet and his hands get caught in her curls. He's surprised that he's still sitting on the bar stool, with her standing in between his legs and her hands now secured around his waist. He can feel her nails through her clutch of the fabric of his shirt and he's eager to get rid of it, he hates it anyway. He begins unbuttoning it and is shocked even further when Teddy pulls away at the buttons and pushes it off his shoulders. He'd never seen this type of aggression in his best friend. He figured that she's so small and sweet and fun that he'd have to go slow and be gentle with her.

So he throws caution to the wind as he pulls her back to him, growling as his mouth meets the soft skin of her neck, biting hard before sucking and licking at a particularly tender spot. Her soft gasp sends shocks down his spine and her hands are clawing at his scalp. Then she pulls him back to her mouth as her hands trail lower, ghosting along his abdomen, and his skin is one fire. then her eyes meet his again as she fiddles with his belt buckle, with his pierced brow cocked, daring her to unloop it. When she begins pulling it through the loops, Eric figures he shouldn't be surprised, but he's almost proud of her bravery.

"I don't think you're ready for that, sweetheart." His voice is husky and he's rewarded with a shiver on her part as he clutches her hands close to him. She looks at him questioningly and he smirks. "You're wearing far too much." Her smirk now matches his.

"Then do something about it." She dares as she walks backward, taking the rest of his belt with her. He follows her slowly, matching step for step until his hand is on the belt and he's pulling her back to him, twisting her so her back to to him as he tosses the belt away. Neither of them focus on the clang it makes when it lands, focusing solely on the fact that Eric's mouth is at her neck again, one hand keeping her close at the waist and the other fisted into her curls, pulling enough to reveal her sensitive skin. Another bite followed immediately by sucking earns him another gasp and he can feel her stomach tightening with each nibble until his teeth yank her earlobe. She cries out and yanks on his hair to pull him forward into a searing kiss. "Is this you doing something about it?" Her voice is breathless and there's that familiar tightening in his chest. "Because I'm still fully clothed." With another growl, he twists her so she's flat against the wall, her back flush with his chest before he slowly kneels down. Her shoes had been thrown off upon arrival so it's just the dress he has to worry about now.

Slowly, he puts his hands at her ankles and works his way up. Her legs are smooth and the skin is soft as his hands reach the back of her knees and her lower thighs and then the hem of her dress is bunched up at her waist and he's kissing the tender skin on her inner thighs. His hands cup her full ass that's barely covered by another piece of black lace and he's acutely aware that her legs are quivering and he's not entirely sure if she's breathing. A firm bite on her ass earns him another groan before his fingers are just barely grazing the fabric pressed against her center. And then he hears the soft whine coming from her throat. It's enough to get him to grin as he leans in, forehead against her thighs as he breathes in her aroma, placing more kisses and bites along her thighs.

"Eric," she groans, her hands reaching around to grab his hair. "Don't start what you can't fucking finish." He chuckles and hears it reverberate through her body. "Don't fucking tease." But he likes teasing her, always has, and even moreso now. He makes note of her bouncing toes and finds her eagerness stimulating. So he slowly pulls down her underwear and spreads her legs just a bit further and allows himself one lick from the front to the back of her slick folds. She whimpers and her legs are getting weak. "Fuck." She tries to hold herself up against the wall. "Eric, please."

"What's this? Teddy has manners?" He can't help but tease her, but her words have a greater impact on him than he lets on. His pants are incredibly uncomfortable now and all he wants to do is throw her onto the bed and fuck her senseless. But this is different, he wants to make this last all night. So he obliges her manners and his mouth is right back where she wants it, tongue moving against her throbbing clit and she's got one hand in his hair and one on the wall and the gasps and mewls erupting from her throat make trying to control his erection more difficult. And when she turns back to look at him through glazed eyes, she's positive he's touching himself and without warning, she's coming.

Her legs buckle and Eric has to hold on tightly to keep her from falling. She's panting with both hands on the wall for stability as Eric cleans her up before leaning against her thighs, trying to work out his jaw. And then she's looking at him with a predatory gaze, as though it's her turn to play. All he can do is smirk as he stands, kicking her panties out of the way as he backs her up against the wall she was previously facing.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart." She swallows hard and then he's lifting her dress over her head and he's never been more happy than to see a lack of a bra. Teddy's nipples are pierced and he can't help himself as he pins her arms to her side and his mouth meets her left piercing. He wastes no time in tugging and biting at the piercing, each movement sending a shiver right to her core. Her entire body is on fire and she's sure she's never been this stimulated. "You're so fucking short." He mutters, lifting her up, his hands on the back of her thighs and she immediately locks her ankles around his waist.

"You're just too fucking tall." She gasps out when his teeth pull on her piercing again.

"You love it." He grinned when he felt her mouth latch onto his own neck. She matched his bites with her own, running her nails up and down his back until he's sucking on one nipple and pinching at the other. She hums in delight, throwing her head back against the wall. The thunk echoes with her groan. "Careful, sweetheart." Eric growls out as he fists her hair again, pulling back so her throat is fully exposed. He can practically taste how hard she swallows as he leaves yet another mark on her fair skin. He can feel her getting hot again and he nearly loses it when she rolls her hips against him. When she does it again, it's all he can do to hold still and lean his forehead on her shoulder.

Her hands are in his hair again, pulling as she nibbles on his gauges until her mouth meets his again. Their chests are flush against each other and Eric can't help the groan he releases when Teddy bites down and pulls hard on his lower lip. When she finally lets go, they're both panting, foreheads pressing against each other. He surprises them both by kissing her again. It's a firm kiss, but it's softer than the others and she responds in kind, pressing soft kisses along his jawline until their faces are buried in each other's necks. Eric's almost about to let her down when she rolls her hips against his once more and with a growl, he bites down into her collarbone and they're moving to the bedroom.

They fall onto the bed and Eric hovers over his best friend and she works to get his pants off. When she takes a hold of him and slowly begins to pump, he growls into her neck. It's almost too much and his arms shake on either side of Teddy. But he quickly controls himself as he goes back to sucking on her breast, one hand trailing down her taut stomach, shivering at his touch and he's glad to see that he has this affect on her. But not as glad as to feel how wet she still is. He moves his hand back up, pressing the tips of his pointer and middle finger against her soft lips until she opens her mouth and she's sucking on them. The sights gets him even harder as her thumb is teasing his weeping tip.

Then his fingers are back to her entrance, massaging her, leaving her whining as she claws at his scalp. And then one finger slips in and she gasps, twisting her hips in pleasure at the intrusion. But he pulls her back, his arm resting over her pelvis as another finger enters her. She's clawing at the sheets now, a hazy look in her eyes and Eric finds it deliciously sinful, the way she looks. And when he presses down on her pelvis just so, she damn near starts speaking another language. She's choking on her breath and Eric can't help but grin.

"You like that, sweetheart?"

"Fuck." She pulls at her breast until he's up to her level again, kissing her, swallowing her whines as his fingers leave her, going back to her mouth, which she sucks obediently.

"Look at you, dirty little girl." He teases. She bites his fingers in response and all he can do is laugh as his knee spreads her legs even further. He looks over at her bedside table, wondering if he'll find any condoms there.

"I'm clean, I'm clean." Her legs wrap around his waist to pull him inside. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I'm clean." He leans forward even further, his hands pushing her legs up as he slowly entered her, giving her time to acclimate to his size. It didn't take long, she was thoroughly aroused and had probably been ready for him since he first touched her.

"Fuck, Eric." She arches her back into him and her hands fly back to hold on to the headboard. He has one hand to balance him over her quivering frame and the other is trailing up her torso, fingers grazing her nipples before closing in on her neck. He's careful not to close her airway, just enough pressure on the sides to give her what she wants.

"Fuck, Teddy." He growls out. With each thrust, her walls clench around him and he doesn't know how much longer he's going to last. "Fuck, you feel so good." His hand removes from its place on her throat and is wound back in her hair, pulling her into a searing kiss. And then one of her knees is on his shoulder and he can feel that he's hitting her in the right spot. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted and her hands are now gripping tightly to his hips, holding him close as she matches him thrust for thrust, moans erupting from her throat unabashedly that send shivers down his spine. "Dammit, Teddy, I'm not gonna-I can't-."

"I know." She groans out. "Just a little...I'm almost-." He leans back down, keeping her in that position as he kisses her fiercely. Just another thrust from him and she comes undone, silencing her scream by biting into his neck. Her nails dig deep into his back and he slows his thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm. And then he's seeing stars and groaning into Teddy's shoulders until the waves had passed. Teddy whines when he pulls out and it takes a while for them both to catch their breath. Eric's still half on top of Teddy, both covered in sweat, reveling in the afterglow. She's playing with his hair while he fiddles with the bar in her left nipple and he relishes the pink flush running up her chest and neck. The air smells of sex and Eric can't think of a better way to end such a dull night.

"So, uh, your research…" Eric mumbles into her shoulder. He sends her a cheeky grin and she starts laughing.

"I shouldn't say anything." She tells him. "Your ego doesn't need it." He snorts. "But I wouldn't have needed to do research if I'd gotten this on the first try." Then he's laughing.

"So, wait, you had to have had-."

"Well, yeah, thank God." She interrupts. "But Jesus, not like this." She lets out a heavy sigh. "You know, you were right." He lifts his pierced brow. "None of those boys knew how to please me." He stares at her for a long moment before kissing her.

"They don't know you like I do, sweetheart." She laughs before sitting up, stretching out her stiff muscles. She can feel her legs shake with each step and she's completely aware that Eric notices. In the living room, she finds her panties and tugs them back on, and smirking as she throws Eric's ruined shirt over her shoulders. She then heads back to her room to find Eric completely at ease on her bed, hands behind his head and ankles crossed. She takes a few moments to appreciate his form.

His hair is totally disheveled thanks to her grabby hands and there's a certain glow across his soft features that she's sure she's never seen before. His blue eyes are shining brightly as he stares at her, lips quirked into an almost-smile. His shoulders are broad and she appreciates how strong he is, able to protect their city; protect her. And to completely dominate her in bed. Her eyes fall down his chiseled torso and she can't believe he wasn't sculpted by the Gods, but that was all his hard work since before coming to Dauntless. Subconsciously, she licks her lips at the sight of his v-line delving toward his semi-hard cock. She can remember watching him touch himself earlier and she's worried about becoming wet again. His legs are long and strong, covered in soft hair that she wants to tangle her own limbs with.

"Like what you see, sweetheart?" She sends him a soft smirk.

"And if I do?" He shrugs and sits up.

"Then maybe I should come around more often. and you should wear more of my clothes." He pulls his boxers back on and they head to the balcony, each lighting a cigarette as they sit on the edge of the roof, watching the sunrise, signaling a Sunday morning.