Back by popular demand, another multi-chapter Violate fic for you kids. Enjoy!
"You know where to find the emergency alert button right? Actually, why don't you take the one out of our bedroom and keep it with you where ever you go. There's cash on the kitchen table if you don't feel like cooking. We'll have our phones on the entire time, I'm serious Violet do not hesitate to call if you need anything at all. I will come back no matter what hour, just don't be afraid to call us, okay? Are you sure you'll be here all by yourself? I don't like the idea. You should come with us. Maybe I should stay home. Are you sure you'll be fine?"
Vivien's neurotic rambling made her daughter actually smile. It was endearing how she actually kind of gave a shit - for now, anyway. Ben had been invited to a fairly important conference, and while he'd originally written it off, knowing his wife would immediately jump to conclusions about his infidelity, the man beat her to the punch by inviting her. It wasn't your typical 'babymoon', and seeing as she was only a couple months along it seemed a bit early, but who was Violet to judge? She was going to have this glorious house all to herself for an entire weekend. She could do whatever the hell she wanted. Fuck, if she wanted to walk around naked, eat ice cream out of the carton and pull a Risky Business across the foyer, she could. Having no one tell her 'no', no one to breathe down her neck, not having to sneak around with Tate for two solid days.. well, Christmas had come early for her.
"Seeing as I'm not 5, I really think I'll be okay. Enjoy San Diego, try not to kill each other." It was taking everything she had not to jump up and down on her bed as Vivien said her final goodbye before heading out with her husband. There was a million things she wanted to do, and only the duration of this day, all Saturday, and the majority of Sunday. Was it going to be enough? How was she going to get a hold of Tate to inform him of her good fortune? How did he live in 2011 and not own a cell phone? Freak.
Was the term "playing house" too cliche at this moment? Violet had given into the theory that for this weekend nothing was too cliche. She was going to do whatever the hell she wanted, no repercussions. This weekend, this house, was her Vegas. Now all she had to do was convince herself to fully let her guard down around her boyfriend. She was almost always completely herself around Tate, but she had her little vices that no one had to know about. Her Taylor Swift station on her Pandora? Not exactly something she needed to broadcast. She was a Stooges kind of girl. She screamed the lyrics to Anarchy In The UK every time it came on her Ipod. The trendiest piece of literature she owned was Slaughterhouse five, and that was only because it had been a gift from her best friend back in Boston. This weekend might be hard to go balls to the walls with Tate around, but not having him in her Vegas was not an option. She wondered if he would want to do body shots.
He's got a one hand feel on the steering wheel, the other on my heart.
Belting out the lyrics to the first song that came on she actually knew the lyrics to, Violet brought her phone with her as it played her internet radio as loud as it's pathetic speakers would allow it. She had given her parents a good half hour head start before deciding to do anything silly. How awkward would it have been for them to walk in on her like this? Humming along to the song as she set her phone on the sink of her parents bathroom, she had decided it was time to take a real shower, with an actual stall and everything! Granted, she loved the old tub in her bathroom, but some things just weren't the same.
Violet could not dance, but that didn't stop her. Stripping while she jumped around like an idiot to a new tempo, fun and upbeat, the sound of the water blasting against the tile walls had drown out every other sound besides her music. She couldn't remember the last time she showered with the door open. It was a little thrilling, mostly because she knew Tate could walk in at any moment. Sure, he'd seen her naked quite a few times now but watching her while she was completely naked and he was not distracted by her hand on his dick, her tongue trying to make it's way down his throat, her lips tightly wrapped around his shaft - well, it made her completely vulnerable and it was terrifying and exhilarating.
"I got better things to do than my to do list anyway, hide away under the covers and waste away the day. Let's just lay here and be lazy, baby drive me crazy.. All I wanna dooooo is love you," Singing completely off key as she stood under the water, still rocking out as best as one could to pop-country, Violet was completely oblivious to the world and she was starting to really enjoy it. "Gimme a kiss from that Elvis lip.. you don't want to miss thiiiiis!"
From the doorway, he stood and watched, consumed with her energy, he knew she was going to be the one. He had plans, too, ones that didn't involve the the stupid thrill seeking activities she had. His were quiet thrilling, yes, but he highly doubted she would see it that way. She always surprised him though, so just maybe she'd get a kick out of the depraved things that filtered through his brain. Tilting his head as Violet spun around quickly in the shower, dancing under the water, putting her clumsy self in danger. 'Please don't kill yourself,' was all he could think. Sure, he could use her if she were dead, but not the way he wanted to. Her body was not nearly as impressive as her mother's, but he could make due.
"Please.. please don't." Tate's voice was almost all fear as he watched the latex covered man take a step towards the open bathroom he heard Violet's coming from. He knew this was one entity he couldn't fuck with, the only one he couldn't save his girlfriend from. Frozen in place as the hooded man walked into the bathroom, Tate's stomach dropped to the floor, taking far longer than he had wanted to find his footing. Hurdling over Ben and Vivien's bed to get to the bathroom soon, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth as Violet came into view. Alone. If he had believed in God, he would be thanking him right now.
Wiping her eyes once the shampoo was completely washed out of her hair, Violet smiled softly as she caught her first glimpse of lurker Tate. Getting out of the shower as quickly as she could without slipping and breaking a hip, Vi grabbed her towel, wrapping it around her as her hand went to turn her phone's app off before Adele finished and went on to a far more embarrassing song, no doubt. Dripping water on the cold floor, a small puddle had already started to form as she stood frozen. She had felt eyes on her for the duration of her shower but she hadn't looked, knowing she'd lose her nerve to belt out bad music once she saw Tate's face.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Just got here.." His words made her eyes roll. He was such a liar. Drying off her body quickly, Violet wrapped the damp towel around her head, letting it soak up as much water from her soaked hair as possible. Pushing past her boyfriend as confidently as possible, Violet quickly decided this weekend definitely needed alcohol. If nothing, it would calm her nerves enough to really let loose. She wasn't much of a drinker, but when she did drink she wasn't your average skinny teenage girl, she actually held her liquor.
Returning to her bedroom, Violet rummaged through her underwear drawer. Tate had only ever seen her in boring bikini style, average looking boy cuts, and that one awkward time she hadn't expected anything to happen and thus forgot to change out of the hideous briefs she saved for laundry days. That didn't mean she didn't have anything exciting, she just opted for comfort over cute. This weekend she would give her guy something different, after all it was their Vegas. Smirking as she pulled out a silk and lace pair of Victoria Secret cheeky panties, she held her breath as she put them on, still unable to completely allow herself to get comfortable in her laid back mentality. It didn't help that half her ass was showing and the majority of the fabric was there, leaving the front with barely a finger width of lace-trim covering her crotch.
"Wow. Really?" Tate had spent a few minutes in Vivien and Ben's bathroom, wiping up the water and grabbing Violet's phone before coming to her room. He'd hate for them to interrupt them just to ask why the hell there was water on their floor. His concern for their happiness quickly disappeared when he came to the open door and saw the young girl standing still almost completely naked. Since when did she have sexy underwear? Sucking in on his bottom lip and biting down to hold it in place, Tate slowly walked up behind his girlfriend, his eyes glued on her ass. "I think what you're looking for is in the bottom drawer."
"Oh?" Violet wasn't born yesterday, but she could play stupid if that's what he wanted. Slowly bending at the waist, she took her sweet time pushing past tank tops and tees, it took all she had not to make noise when Tate grabbed her hips to pull her behind against his crotch. Giving up on her attempt to find a top briefly, she smirked as her eyes closed, focusing instead on his rough hands roaming over her back before dropping to between them and grabbing her half exposed cheeks firmly. Flinching momentarily as he smacked her pale skin, Vi's eyes shot open as her head turned to look back at him.
"Ass." Pulling out a thin white tank top, Vi snapped back to her vertical position and kicked the drawer shut. Even with the shirt on, she left little to the imagination, but that was the point after all. If she could keep Tate smiling like he was, it would be completely worth it, she thought.
"You have a very nice one, yes."
What girl didn't like getting compliments? Especially ones from her gorgeous boyfriend who could have any girl but chose her. Sure, she could own this, right now anyway, right now she could be a sexual object, why the hell not? Lightly pressing her hand against his flannel covered chest, a light push guided him back and into the brown cushion of her over-sized chair against her wall. She was thriving on the way he was looking at her, maybe she could make Vegas a more frequent occurrence. Reaching up to pull the wet towel off her head, Vi tossed it towards the open door before dropping onto the boy's lap, straddling his legs and sitting down against his knees. Combing her hands through her wet hair, Violet let her back arch as her boyfriend's hands moved to hold her waist.
"You're in a mood, aren't you? Naked walks through the house, sexy underwear, seducing me with the door open. What has gotten into you, Violet Harmon?"
Both answers he couldn't give a shit less about. He was thoroughly enjoying this, and for all he cared Viv and Ben could sit in the hall with a bowl of popcorn and watch. Biting down on his bottom lip again in order to suppress frustration unsuccessfully, Tate let his hands move, roaming up Violet's sides and up over her chest, cupping her small breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples as they automatically rose to the occasion, he couldn't help but laugh at her new attitude.
"Why don't you put on some of that awful music you were singing to in the shower and dance for me."
"Why don't you get a few drinks in me first and we'll go from there. My parents are gone til Sunday night."
Her smirk screamed mischief, it was all he needed.
"You strike me as a whiskey girl."