Always go out on a high note, I say. Yes, this is the last chapter. Here's some smut.

Honey decided to take the initiative to have food delivered to their quarters herself, partially so that it would be waiting when Eric returned and partially because Zeke and Uriah were missing lunch by staying with her. The brothers were sitting on the couch, enjoying their hamburgers, while Honey curled up in the recliner. She wasn't hungry yet; her stomach was still a tight knot of worry over her lover being so far from her and exposed. The Pedrads kept up a steady stream of conversation and joking, both between themselves and with Honey, and she wasn't certain if it was because they were trying to keep her distracted or if they simply lacked the ability to remain quiet. Well, no, she knew very well that the second part was true; it was the first she wasn't so sure of.

It was well after two o'clock when a soft ping sounded from somewhere in the bedroom. Honey flew off the chair and through the doorway, snatching her tab from the dresser.

MEETING OVER. HOME SOON.

Not the most eloquent of messages, but the girl had never felt so strongly about an electronic missive in her life. She slumped against the dresser, yet, even still, she didn't feel completely relieved. Eric was still too far away. Another ping she wasn't expecting made her jump and she looked at the device again.

TOLD JEANINE YOU SAID 'HELLO'. SHE WAS KIND OF RUDE.

Honey shook her head down at the tablet. She could see Eric in her mind's eye, smirking down at his own as he typed out the message. Incorrigible. The little Dauntless wrote out her own missive back. Well, she had a rough night. Maybe we should send her a slice of cake? She carried the tablet back into the main room with her, curling up on the chair once more. Zeke and Uriah were talking about one of the female initiates, a Dauntless-born named Marlene, who the younger Pedrad had taken a shine to.

CAKE DOESN'T SOUND HALF BAD. WE SHOULD GET SOME.

Honey grinned, glancing over at the electric cooler of food sitting on her countertop. Their quarters didn't have a true kitchen area; there was no refrigeration unit or a cook top, but there was a table with two chairs and a row of cupboards with a counter that held odds and ends and a few glasses for when her friends came over and brought their own booze. Good idea. For later.

MUCH LATER.

It was still almost an hour before Eric messaged her that he had arrived at the compound. By this point, Zeke was reading one of Eric's books and seemed particularly engrossed in whatever lay beneath the candy apple red cover. Uriah had nodded off after finishing his meal and was snoring softly. When the front door of the apartment opened, the boy snorted himself awake and quickly, self-consciously wiped his hand over his mouth and jaw, as if worried he had drooled in his sleep. Zeke snickered at him.

Eric's eyes immediately went to Honey, curled up in the recliner like a kitten, and her lover visibly relaxed. The girl could see his shoulders drop slightly, his arms easing to hang more loosely at his sides. His mouth had been a hard, straight line when he entered, but now it softened and started to curve upwards. That curving halted when he noticed his two guards were still there, as if he'd somehow forgotten their existence in the last five seconds. Maybe he had.

The man stepped further into the room and pointedly held the door handle, all but glaring at the two Pedrads on his couch. They stood as one and headed out into the hall, turning back to wave goodbye to Honey. She noted that Zeke kept hold of Eric's book and tried not to grin over that. This time, the young leader did not thank them, but shut the door almost on their heels. She'd have to convey his gratitude (and get the book back) at a later date.

Eric flicked the door lock and strode quickly towards Honey, his long legs eating up the distance between them in bare seconds. She unfolded herself from the little ball she'd formed waiting for him, as Eric dropped to kneel before her chair. It was timed so perfectly - her legs moving to hang over the front of the chair, feet just barely touching the ground at the same moment the man's knees hit the floor between them - it was practically choreographed. He grabbed her hips, pulling her to the edge of the seat, splitting her thighs wide and drawing a faint sting from the fading bite he'd given her thigh. It almost never hurt anymore; soon he'd have to give her another.

Honey slid her arms around his neck, where they belonged, and pressed her body to his as they claimed each other's mouth in a hungry kiss. As the taste and feel of her love flooded her senses, she finally felt the relief she'd been yearning for all day, was finally able to believe Eric was safe again. With that worry and stress gone, a bolt of lust struck her that the little Dauntless wasn't entirely prepared for; intense and hot, burning, aching, zero to sixty in half a second. She grunted into his mouth, sucking his tongue into her own and curling hers around it possessively. Her hand pushed into the back of his jacket, under his shirt, and her nails dug into the flesh between his shoulders.

Eric groaned into her, pulling her core against him, already hard and straining against the confines of his pants. Honey planted her feet, using the base of the chair as leverage to arch forward and grind against him with as much force as she could; he pressed back just as hard. She whined in the back of her throat and forced her hand between them, yanking his fly open hard enough that the little plastic button popped right off. The man growled in approval, the sound rolling across her tongue wickedly. Instead of reaching in to pull his erection free, the girl undid her own fly.

Drawing back from the kiss just enough - barely enough - to speak, she whispered, breathless and ragged, "I need you to fuck me."

Eric groaned heavily, pushing his hands into the back of her pants. When his palms slid over only the bare skin of her cheeks, he shuddered and squeezed the waiting flesh hard. The man's hips thrust forward, driving his frustratingly still contained cock against Honey, her hand trapped between them as an unwelcome barrier. She bit his bottom lip hard and was rewarded with another groan, but that was not the prize she sought.

"Now, Eric," the girl demanded, shoving at his pants in desperation. His dick sprang free and left a stripe of precum against the inside of her wrist. "I need you inside me right. Now."

He nodded and shifted to get his feet under him. As the man stood, he hunched forward awkwardly, pulling her pants down only far enough they were no loner in his way, without ever removing his hands from her skin. He rotated his grip, shoving her thighs up against her chest, opening and exposing her pussy in one swift motion. Honey curled her fingers around his shaft, hard and throbbing for her wonderfully, and guided Eric to her entrance. The instant her lover felt the slick heat of her pussy against the tip of his cock, he drove forward.

The girl choked on whatever sound her lungs had tried to forced out as the thick length of him stretched and filled her too fast. She was incredibly wet, so he slid in easily, but the lack of any sort of preamble made the sudden penetration burn - and she absolutely fucking reveled in it. Even moreso when the perfect, ravenous man immediately drew back until he was in danger of slipping right out of her and slammed forward again, even harder.

"Fuck!" Eric barked, pushing her small body down into the plush cushion beneath her, all but folding his lovely girl in half. He ground out a vow between his teeth, "I'm never taking my cock out of you again."

Honey moaned his name, eyes rolling behind their lids as he thrust deep into her again, so deep he hit her cervix and made her body jerk at the intense jolt of sensation that caused. Her nails cut into his back and clawed at the thick, sturdy fabric of his jacket where she held him behind his ribs. His rhythm was sloppy and frantic, raw with bare carnal wanting. They were both still fully clothed, pants, shirts, the jacket. The only places flesh touched flesh were where Honey drew blood from the thick muscle of Eric's back, his hands pressing bruises into her thighs that would last well into the week, and his rigid cock fucking into her begging pussy. The fabric muting her senses elsewhere caused a tunnel vision-like effect, forcing her to focus only on those places, intensifying the stimuli until it bordered on unbearable.

"My pretty little thing; you love when I fuck you this hard." It wasn't a question. Eric snarled the words at her and they penetrated her mind with the same glorious viciousness as his body did hers. "When you can feel every fucking inch of my cock, so deep it almost feels too big. But it's not, because your pussy was made for me. You were made for me. Weren't you, Honey?"

The girl nodded, crying out in pleasure at his words almost as much as his actions. She was made for him, just for him; body and soul. He bent forward that little bit more, taking her mouth in a viciously voracious kiss that felt like he was devouring her and Honey offered herself eagerly to sate his hunger.

"Say it. I want to hear you say it," he told her and his voice held a little tinge of base need that had nothing to do with lust. It pulled at something so deep inside her, the girl couldn't deny him. She forced her lips, tongue, throat, and lungs into compliance, giving him what he asked for because his need was her need.

"I was made for you." The words came out as a desperate whimper, shaky and pleading, but they'd been said and that was the important thing. Eric kissed her again, moaning into her mouth.

"Mine. You're mine," he decreed. She nodded again. Then he commanded in a deep, but breathless timbre, "Look at me."

Honey's eyes snapped open in immediate obedience, finding his gorgeous gray orbs molten silver staring back into hers.

"Who was I made for?" the man asked and there was no hiding the hitch in his chest or the emotion in his gaze. She pried her nails free of his flesh and gripped the back of his neck, pulling his head close enough that her breath billowed upwards into his open mouth.

"You were made for me, Eric," Honey declared and there was nothing shaky or weak in the statement. "Everything you are is mine."

He shuddered and closed the space between them, crushing his mouth to hers with a broken whimper of need. His pace became erratic and brutal and a moment later, he slammed his hips into hers and lost himself inside her. The tip of Eric's cock twitched against Honey's womb, his cum splashing against the nerves there that were beyond sensitive and she clamped down around him with a scream that flowed directly down his throat. The pair clung to each other, shaking, breaking apart, yet undeniably whole. For a brief, endless, beautiful moment, they were the only two people in the universe, so close they may as well have been one.

Eric collapsed, sliding one knee onto the chair to keep himself from crumbling to the ground altogether. Honey keened softly as his hands slipped from her thighs to grab at the chair upholstery and keep himself against her.

"Fuck, I love you," he panted against her cheek. Their faces were pressed together in an awkward, uncomfortable way that somehow seemed to highlight the intimacy of the moment. "You fucking ruin me, you know that?"

She smiled, not quite a Cheshire grin, but something close. "I do my best," she admitted proudly, sliding her hand up the back of his skull to comb her fingers through his hair. He purred, shifting so his face moved off of hers and down to nuzzle her throat. "It's only fair, since you do it to me, too."

He smiled against her skin and leaned up. "I'm going to do it to you again in just a minute," the man promised.

She believed him. He drew back, breaking his promise to never take his cock out of her again, and pulled her hand from his hair so he could stand. Eric kept hold of her thigh as he leaned back, gazing down at her. Honey felt the telltale warm slide of his cum on her skin and flushed brightly when she realized that was what he was looking at. With a positively devilish smile, he swiped a finger through the mess and pushed the digit between her lips. The girl was more than willing to take it in, stroking her tongue over the sensitive pad of his finger and moaning at the unpleasant, yet welcome taste of his ejaculate.

"Good?" he asked, gazing down at her with hooded eyes. Honey only nodded, so she wouldn't have to break the gentle suction around his digit, but Eric pulled his hand away anyway. He tugged her pants off so her legs could splay wide for him, then dropped back to his knees. She gasped when he leaned in and licked a stripe from the bottom of her entrance up to her clit and moaned against her.

There was something beyond lewd about this - Eric licking the remains of their coupling from her still twitching slit. The girl shuddered, inner walls spasming, giving him more to lap up. His soft, insistent tongue stroked her so sensitive nerves wickedly, drawing high, wanton moans from her throat. Between his considerable skill, her considerable sensitivity, and the considerable spike of arousal the extreme debauchery of the act sent through her, it didn't take long for Honey's small frame to shake beneath her lover's mouth.

"Don't stop," she gasped, either a plea or a command; she didn't know and didn't care as long as it made him keep swirling his tongue around her clit the way he was, teasing it just right. He did and a heartbeat later, she exploded with pleasure. Eric moaned in pleased encouragement as her clitoris throbbed and twitched under his ministrations, sending wave after wave of euphoria rolling through her. He worked her through her climax and beyond, because, of course, one wasn't enough for the demanding leader.

Honey whined plaintively when he slid his fingers into her, squirming at the intrusion as they abraded her over stimulated nerves. In a rare show of pity, the man drew them back out and limited himself to one digit for the moment. He suckled her clitoris gently, plying it with light caresses of the tip of his tongue that soothed and stoked simultaneously. His free hand massaged her thigh, pressing firmly against the faded bruise there until she gasped again and arched up into his careful onslaught on her pussy.

When the girl tightened around his finger, Eric added the second back into his penetrating caress only to immediately draw it back out again. Honey's head arched back against the recliner as he toyed with her, varying the angle and depth of his thrusts as well as the number of fingers he used - one, two, one again, three and she cried out sharply, begging him not to stop.

He didn't, but he also didn't push her that little bit further that she needed; not yet. Eric seemed truly determined to make good on this promise - to ruin her. He was doing a fantastic job of it. Honey's fingers wove into his hair, combing through his soft locks and mussing them beautifully. She made a fist and tugged, earning a guttural groan and cherished it like gold. Her other hand stroked down her own torso, blindly seeking his where it squeezed her thigh.

"Eric," she called his name softly, needily, and he lifted his hand to lace his fingers with hers. Her heart thumped extra hard against her ribcage, where it had been pounding in vain to break free. She breathed out a grateful, "Thank you."

With an insistent growl, he sucked hard at the sensitive bundle of nerves he'd been playing with and curled his fingers to press firmly against that spot only he could reach inside her. With a sudden rush of heat, Honey came again, spasming around his fingers again and again, crying his name brokenly, loud enough to echo down the hall outside their door. Eric kissed his way up her body, working her through her climax with his marvelously skilled fingers. He kissed his sweet lover deeply, letting her taste just how sweet she was on his tongue as he swallowed her moans greedily.

Honey was left boneless and tingling, humming little whines into the leader's mouth as her orgasm faded into luscious afterglow. She knew her lover well and let her hand slip from his hair to fall between them, curling around his cock; which was, indeed, hard and throbbing once more. Eric let out a groaning chuckle, breaking away from her mouth and smiling down at her.

"More already?" he cooed, teasingly. Honey huffed up at him, more than a little incredulous.

"I can stop if you want," she said. It was less of an offer and more of a threat. The man only grinned wider, pulling his fingers from her slit and pressing his hand to her thigh. He left a smear of her slickness there as he pushed her leg almost painfully far to the side.

"I could fuck you anyway," he purred. "You'd whine so pretty and cry that it was too much, but we both know you wouldn't ask me to stop."

The girl's eyes slipped shut and she did let out a little whine in spite of herself, proving his claim as truth. Eric's responding chuckle was dark and wanton, but he only kissed her softly and stroked his thumb firmly against her tender flesh before letting up the pressure on her thigh, which had begun to ache. He wrapped his hand around hers, forcing her into a much faster rhythm.

"You want me to come?" the man asked, then nipped at her bottom lip. Honey nodded and tried to kiss him properly, but Eric kept his mouth just beyond her reach. He dipped his tongue between her lips and the girl chased it with her own, making him laugh softly. "Of course you do. Because you want me to feel good."

"So good," the little Dauntless readily agreed. He rewarded her with a quick brush of his lips against hers, but she wanted so much more.

"You know what will make me feel so good?" Eric asked, his forehead falling to rest against hers as his breathing started to grow ragged.

"Tell me," Honey pleaded, twisting her wrist as she stroked him just the way she knew he liked. The man groaned heavily, pushing his hips forward, fucking into her gripping hand.

"To watch you swallow my cum like you love it," he gasped hoarsely. She nodded eagerly, releasing his hand to push at his shoulder in encouragement. Eric all but scrambled to his feet, his newly freed hand making a fist in her snowy curls and yanking her head back. Honey opened her mouth and gripped his ass, trying to pull him forward so she could swallow his length, but the man stood firm.

He only allowed her close enough that the tip of his dick brushed against her bottom lip. The girl moaned, imagining how he saw her right then - hungry and lust filled, gazing up at him adoringly, pleading for him to come into her open mouth. It might have been the yearning moan that pushed Eric over the edge, as a bare moment later, he barked her name and shuddered, squeezing her hand around his dick. His eyes stayed locked on her face as pulse after pulse of hot, slick fluid erupted from his cock into her waiting mouth.

Honey kept her eyes on his face in turn, watching the pleasure overtake the lust. The shaking man's own mouth hung open in unconscious mimicry of hers as he panted and grunted with each throbbing twitch of his shaft. The last three made his upper lip curl and the girl might have giggled or smiled if not for the puddle of cum on her tongue. She milked the last bit from him and delivered an insolent little kiss to the tip of his dick. Only then did she smile; smug and self-satisfied as she swallowed dramatically. Eric's eyes slipped shut and he huffed, like he couldn't believe she enjoyed pleasing him so much.

He grabbed her up from the recliner, staggering back the three feet to the couch and flopped back onto it crookedly. Her lover didn't seem to care so long as she was in his arms and she certainly didn't mind in the slightest. She wasn't thrilled that he was still dressed, however. Too much fabric lay between them when all she wanted to feel was his skin and those soft curls on his torso tickling her comfortingly. But she could wait. Honey could feel the pounding beat of his heart and the warmth of his body, smell his wonderful scent mixed with that of sex that hung cloyingly in the air as if the pair needed a reminder of how they'd thoroughly been enjoying each other.

She pushed her hand under his shirt and contented herself with stroking the hairs on his belly for the moment, nuzzling under his jaw and placing soft kisses there because she could and knew he liked it. Soon enough he would recover his senses and - temporarily sated - demand to know if she'd eaten anything yet. When the girl admitted she hadn't, he would get up and bring her food. If he didn't eat with her, Eric would sit too close, stroking his fingers against Honey's skin; keeping his touches light so as not to encourage her into tempting him to cut her meal short.

Then the rest of their clothes would come off and she'd have free reign over all that perfect, gorgeous flesh of his. She would touch and taste and bite until he couldn't take it anymore and fucked her again; either having her ride him right there on the couch or laying her down into the cushions on her back or carrying her into the bedroom to push her face into the pillows or pound her into the mattress. Over the next days, Eric would do all of the above and more. If Honey was very lucky, she would be able to talk him into that shower she so longed for. She'd even bring a slice of cake in to set on the sink, if that's what it took.

Eric would give her anything she ask for, because Honey offered no less. They were made for each other, after all. And they had nothing but the future ahead of them. Together. All that and more.

Now, I know many of you are thinking, BUT NO! THERE'S MORE STORY! Yes, there is. But, because I changed so much, I have to make up my own framework if I want to go further. I am working on a storyline that's worthy of Honey and Eric and all they've been through, but it's not there yet, so I don't have any more chapters written. There's alot of unresolved stuff: Max, Jeanine, Divergents, Marcus's murder and the fallout from that, Honey's dreams for Dauntless. It's hilarious to me that I intended this story to be 30k words max and look at the monstrosity it turned into! lol I can't promise I'll get there soon (maybe not at all, which would suck), but I AM working on it, I swear.

While I'm working on a sequel to this, Jai Courtney seems determined to make me write fics about all his characters. So, I've got a Suicide Squad story up and running and a rehash of Die Hard 5 coming up that's a pretty blatant excuse to just inject a female presence into all that testosterone. Feel free to PM me or find me on AIM if you want updates on how I'm coming along with Honey's next adventure.

You guys have been great. Seriously, so great! Thank you for all the awesome reviews - they make all the work so worth it. 3