AN: Choosing age for this story is 18. Eric, Four, Zeke and Shauna are 21, Tris and her friends are 19. I don't own these characters, just my ideas. Enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Drunken Commitments

Tris POV

"Eric, I have to say again, great work with training Tris. She's going to be an excellent addition to leadership." Max says, while going over the last papers in the file Eric brought to his office. "And Tris, we're thrilled to have you. You're going to be an asset to our team, and your familiarity with Abnegation is invaluable. We should get out of here early and celebrate. It's not every day a leader in training is promoted to full leader in less than a year."

"Thank you Max, and really a lot of the credit should go to Eric. He pushed me to my limits, but without him I don't think I would have been able to come so far." I reply. It's true, the ruthless young dauntless leader and I didn't always see eye to eye, but we begrudgingly became friends over the course of my leadership training, and over time I learned that there is a decent person buried beneath the tough as nails persona. I glance over at him and see him smiling. He should definitely smile more often, when he does he actually looks his age. He catches me staring at him, but it just makes him smile again.

"Stiff, stop kissing ass. You have the job." He smirks. "Besides, you did great. Stop being so Abnegation. Max, I agree, let's get the hell out of here and celebrate. Want to head to the Pit?"

"Sure, let me lock up here and I'll be ready." Max replies.

"I just need to go by my apartment and change my shoes, these heels are killing me" I groan, cursing Christina again for her fashion choices.

"Ok, see everyone in 20 minutes." Max says, Eric and I both nod and head out of Max's office.

"So are you really gonna change your shoes, or is that code for a quickie with number boy?" Eric asks, chuckling.

"You are such an ass. Besides, you've been my sounding board enough to know that isn't happening." I roll my eyes at him. My relationship with Four had been shaky at best, and for months he's been cold and unloving. His increasing jealousy over my choice to join leadership caused more than one screaming fight, and we've not been in a good place. Surprisingly, Eric has been one of the few people I've been able to talk to about my failing relationship. Even though he refuses to be in a relationship himself, he has some extremely good advice, remaining neutral even though it's no secret that he can't stand Four, and if I'm being honest he's been a great friend. There are times where I find myself wondering what a relationship with Eric and me could be like, but he sends me so many mixed signals that it makes my head spin. Besides, there are times that I feel like I should try harder to make things work with Four. My love life is so damn confusing.

"He's an idiot." Eric mutters. "I'll see you in 20 minutes."

I lock my office and head to my apartment. Once inside I kick off my heels right by the front door. I'm startled to hear the shower running, Four is working late in the control room and no one else has keys. Curiously I head towards the bathroom and hear moaning, and I must admit I get a little turned on thinking about Tobias pleasuring himself. I decide to be bold and join him in the shower, thinking some quick hot makeup sex could maybe push our relationship in a better direction. It's been months since he and I have been intimate, and I'm surely in need. If nothing else, it'd be much more adventurous than he's ever been willing to be with me. Four still treats our sex life like our Abnegation upbringing taught us, and I'm more than ready for a Dauntless life.

When I open the door, I'm shocked to see Four pinning some girl against our shower wall, fucking her brains out. They are so engrossed in their activities that neither of them notice me standing there. I hear her calling him Tobias, and him telling her how much he loves her. Words that he's not said to me in months.

I close the door behind me, stumble into our bedroom and find the closest pair of comfortable shoes I can grab. I quickly leave the apartment, and numbly walk directly to the Pit on autopilot. Eric and Max are already sitting at a table and they wave me over.

Eric immediately must notice something. "Stiff, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just need a drink." I reply. Eric shakes his head slightly like he wants to say something else, but Max speaks up.

"Want me to order your usual wine, Tris?" Max asks.

"Not tonight. I want to let loose, and I need to not remember anything. What do you guys suggest?" I ask.

Eric quirks his pierced eyebrow at me, then glances over at Max. "Well Stiff, Tequila is always fun. You're usually a wine drinker though, think you can handle it?" He smirks.

"Try me." I reply with a matching smirk.

Max smiles widely "Now that's the celebration I was looking for!" He heads over to the bar to place our drink orders and Eric scoots closer to me.

"Seriously Stiff, what's wrong? You look like you're in shock." He asks. I open my mouth to answer as Max sits back down with a full bottle of tequila, some limes, salt and three shot glasses.

"Let's get this party started!" He says, pouring us each a shot.

Several shots later, Max's wife Dana has joined our little party. She gives me a quick hug before sitting down next to Max.

"Congratulations Tris! We are so proud of you." She says.

"Thanks Dana." I reply with a smile.

"So where's Four? He should be here for this celebration. Let me call down to the control room." Max asks.

"Fuck no. I'm done with that asshole. Besides, he's definitely not working in the control room at the moment. Unless maybe he was on an extended break when I got home." I reply, my current state of inebriation giving me no filter. Eric's eyes widen, and he's staring intently into mine. I see Max and Dana's shocked faces. "Anyway, this is a party, let's have fun. Dana, you need to catch up with us!" I say.

I can tell by the look Eric is giving me that he wants an explanation, but to his credit he's not pushing. There's a different look in his eyes than his normal glare or smirk.

Soon, our bottle is gone, and Max is signaling for another. Dana and Max are showing no inhibitions, and seeing our fearless leader sneaking kisses like a teenager with his wife is actually kind of cute.

"Excuse us for a little while, I'm going to take my lovely wife for a spin on the dance floor." Max extends his hand to Dana and they join the crowded dance floor.

A waitress brings another bottle over and Eric looks at me.

"I wanna try something. You game, Stiff?" He asks me, voice softened by liquor.

"Sure." I reply, mirroring his intense gaze.

He pulls my chair closer to him and gently brushes my hair over my shoulder. He leans in, and begins kissing my neck. I moan at the surprising contact, and when he starts dragging his tongue across my neck a shiver goes through me. He then shakes some salt on the spot he just kissed, and brings a lime wedge up to my lips. "Open up" he says.

I open my lips and take the lime wedge, holding it for him. He licks the salt off of my neck, takes his shot and presses his mouth against mine to get the lime. I can feel heat from my cheeks and down my neck. He's so close to me we're sharing the same air. He leans in, ghosts his lips across mine and says "Your turn."

I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth. I take the webbing between his thumb and index finger, gently lick my tongue across it and pour some salt on it. I offer him the lime wedge, which he places between his lips. I lick the salt off of his hand, and then take his index finger into my mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds. Eric takes in a sharp breath, and I can see the lust in his eyes. I down my shot, then lean in and remove the lime wedge from his lips using my tongue. I toss the lime into my empty glass and within seconds Eric is crashing his lips to mine. We kiss hungrily, mouths open, tongues dancing together until we hear Max laughing. "Holy shit, what am I witnessing?"

Eric and I spring apart, both surprised at the heated kiss we just shared. "No fucking clue." I laugh. Holy shit, we just kissed. I've thought about kissing him for months, and I've often caught him looking at my lips. I glance in his direction now and catch him staring at me. He smiles quickly at me, and puts his arm around my back, resting on the back of my chair.

"I think we need more shots." Dana quickly lines up our glasses and pours us each a shot which we all down quickly.

"Ok, Tris, not to bring up a sore subject but are you gonna tell us what happened with Four?" Dana asks.

"Sure, I'll tell you. The asshole was banging some whore in our shower when I went home to change my shoes, and he was telling her how much he loves her while she calls him Tobias, and we all know how many people he allows to call him by his real name." Dana has a look of complete horror, Max of shock and Eric is looking at me with almost tenderness. "It's whatever, not like he's wanted a damn thing to do with me since I started training for leadership." I wave my hand "Tonight he just gave me the push I needed to dump his sorry ass." Dana shakes her head and Max pours me another shot.

"You caught him in the act? Oh my gosh, you poor thing. How did he react?" Dana asks.

"They didn't even realize I had walked in, they were entirely too busy to notice me. I don't even need to have a conversation with him. Our relationship, and I use that term loosely, has been shit for months now. We've done enough talking in that time, and I should have left his ass a long time ago. Tonight was just the final straw."

"Tris, I'm so sorry to hear that. You deserve so much better than him." Dana squeezes my hand. "I'm confident you'll have no trouble finding a better man." She winks at me and gestures towards Eric.

"Here's to drinking that cheating asshole away, and to our Tris finding someone who is worthy of her." Max says. We clink our glasses and down our shots.

Eric looks over at me, "Wanna dance?"

"You actually dance?" I laugh.

"Come find out" he offers me his hand and I take it. Both of us are pretty buzzed, so we keep our hands entwined and work our way through the crowd. The bass of the drum seems to vibrate between us, and soon we are pressed together moving in sync. I turn around so my back is pressed to his chest, and I lean back towards him. He snakes his arms around me, running his hands over my bare arms. The way he's touching me, and the way our bodies are moving in sync gives me chills. He moves my hair over to one side, and starts kissing my exposed neck. He turns me so I'm facing him and presses his lips softly to mine. He kisses his way up to my ear and says "You're coming home with me tonight, and you can stay with me as long as you need."

"You just want in my pants." I reply.

"I definitely want in your pants but that is not why I'm offering." He says, sucking on my neck.

"You're drunk." I reply.

"Tris are you drunk right now?" He asks.

"Buzzed, feeling good, but not drunk. And you just called me Tris" I smirk.

"If you're not drunk, then you know I'm certainly not either, Stiff." He smirks back.

"I'm not one of your conquests, Eric."

"I don't want you to be a conquest." He replies, then kisses me again. "You are so much more."

"I can't take you seriously when your tongue is in my mouth Eric." We start kissing passionately, bodies pressed together moving to the beat.

Max stands up, whistles loudly and waves a new bottle of tequila at us, gesturing for us to join him at the table.

"This isn't going to drink itself, kids." He laughs. We proceed to drink the bottle of tequila, and soon find that none of us are feeling any pain. We're all laughing together, occasionally dancing and soon Eric and I are full on making out again.

"Come home with me." He says, biting my bottom lip.

"Nope. You just wanna fuck me and leave me. Just like everyone else." I say, gesturing with my hands towards the rest of the bar.

"That's not even remotely true, Tris, you're not a conquest for me." He's kissing my jawline and up to my ear. At this rate we're going to be going for it right on this table.

"Prove it." I say.

"Max, can you marry us?" Eric asks. Max and Dana laugh.

"Son, we're already married." He says while stroking his wife's hair.

"Fuck, not what I meant. Can you marry me and Tris?"

"I know I'm drunk but did you just ask me to marry you two?" Max laughs. Dana falls into a fit of giggles.

"Let's do it." I say. Everyone at the table stops laughing and looks at me. "Why not?"

"We are all drunk right now. Let's talk about this tomorrow." Max replies.

"If we change our minds tomorrow we'll just ask you to not file it. Come on, it'll be fun!" I giggle, grabbing Eric's hand. Eric looks shocked but he quickly recovers and looks at Max.

"Come on, old man. Dana will you be our witness?" He asks.

Dana nods and Max shrugs. "You kids are crazy. If I refused to perform marriage ceremonies for drunk people no one would ever be married in Dauntless. Let's go to my office." We all stumble our way there.

Max looks around for a marriage license. "Ok, sign where it makes sense to sign" he says, waving it around.

Eric and I both sign it, Max and Dana witness it, and Max looks at us and asks "You want to say something?"

Eric looks at me and laughs. "Um, Stiff I promise to not fuck whores in our bathroom, to not be a jealous dick to you, to treat you like the queen you are and to fuck you senseless in every single way every chance you give me."

I laugh. "Eric, I promise to kick your ass if you try to be a jerk to me, to fuck you so good that you wouldn't ever want to even look at another woman, to give you blow jobs on demand and to make you laugh every time you give me that stupid glare."

"How romantic." Dana laughs while Max is shaking his head. Everyone bursts out laughing, and it takes several minutes to compose ourselves.

"Ok, those are the best vows ever to be spoken in the history of everything. I pronounce you married. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Coulter."

Eric looks at me, grins, then kisses me hard. We are soon full on making out, hands wandering. Max slaps Eric on the back of the head.

"Go home for that, now get the fuck out of my office so I can take advantage of my wife." Max yells.

Eric and I stumble out of Max's office and into my office. I shut the door and lock it. He quickly picks me up under my thighs and presses me against the wall. He sucks on my lips, then runs kisses all down my neck. He lays me back on my desk, and pulls his shirt over his head and I swear he's built like a Greek god. His tattoos and piercings just accentuate the muscles and his smooth light skin. He reaches for my shirt and quickly pulls it over my head. He unhooks my bra and slips it off, tossing it behind him. I'm unbuckling his pants while we're kissing each other deeply. He kicks off his boots, pulls my shoes off and reaches for my pants. Once all of our clothes are discarded on the floor, he stands back and just looks at me.

"You are so gorgeous." He bends over me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it, then gently biting while he massages the other breast. He stands up, pulls me so I'm on the edge of my desk, then sits in my desk chair. I'm spread in front of him, and he runs a finger across my slit. "So wet. I've been waiting to do this since you jumped first." He quickly dives into me, licking and sucking my clit. I'm moaning and wiggling, he takes one hand to hold my hips down while taking his other hand and pumping 2 fingers into me. He quickly brings me to my orgasm and then pulls me onto his lap so I'm straddling his legs. We kiss each other hungrily, tongues battling for dominance.

"Do you have protection?" I ask.

"I don't want to use a condom with my wife." He growls. "I'm clean and I haven't had sex in almost 8 months."

"I'm clean too, and I always used condoms with the jackass." I reply. "Plus I'm on the shot now, not that it mattered with him since I haven't gotten laid in months." I giggle.

Eric quickly thrusts his hips upwards, sliding into me with one motion. "Holy shit, you are tight." He moans.

He's much larger than Four, so I take a moment to adjust then I slowly begin riding him. He's sucking on my nipple while pinching the other, and we soon find a good rhythm. I bend forward so I can kiss his neck. I run my tongue along his jawline and up to his ear. He moans. I feel my release building up, so I lean back and he rubs my clit. "That feels so good. I'm gonna cum." I barely have the words out before I fall apart. Eric picks me up, lays me back on my desk and thrusts into me. He leans over and kisses me passionately, then laces our fingers together and brings them over my head, pinning my hands down. He quickens his pace and whispers into my ear "I'm fucking my wife. This is amazing. Tell me how it makes you feel."

"My husband is an amazing lover. He has a perfect cock." I moan. He pulls me up so he can kiss me hard. He pounds harder into me and grunts, calling my name as he's spilling his seed deep inside of me. He kisses my neck softly, then pulls back a bit so he can look into my eyes. We stay there for a moment, before he slowly pulls out of me. He reaches for my hands and pulls me close so that my legs are on either side of him. He hugs me tightly.

"Now do you believe me?" He asks.

"You did just get into my pants." I reply, then laugh.

"As your husband." He sighs, but gives me a lopsided grin.

"At least for tonight."

"Are you coming home with me now?"

"Absolutely!" I giggle.

We grab our clothes, dressing as best we can in our drunken state, and he leads me out of the office by hand. We somehow make it to his apartment, stumble into his bedroom and quickly fall asleep.