Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything to do with American Horror Story. This is what I hope will happen with the rest of the season. Big Dreams!
It had been nearly a week since Violet had found out that she had killed herself. She was no longer sad because there was nothing that she could do to change anything. She was forever stuck in the "murder house". All she could do was try to be happy that she was stuck with her love, Tate.
Her dad had left early that morning to go check her mother out of the "Coo Coo House". He told her that because of the legal issues, he would not be home until late that night. Violet was happy about this because is meant that she could finally have some fun with Tate without having to worry about her dad being around.
Tate and Violet were lying on her bed, just silently staring at the ceiling. This was becoming a common occurrence for the two lovers, and Violet was getting sick and tired of it. She was as bored as fuck. All they ever did was play games, watch videos, and sit.
"Tate…" Violet whispered. She turned her head to look at him as he was turning his head towards her.
"Yes, love?" Tate replied and smiled.
Violet returned the smile and scooted closer to him until her lips were pressed against his ear. "You know… We never took that bath that we had agreed upon." Her lips began to slowly make their way down his neck when Tate pulled back and gave Violet a confused look.
"Uh, Vi? You already know that we are both dead. There is no reason to fake our deaths…"
Violet laughed. She hadn't laughed in a while, and it felt good. "Not exactly what I meant." She pressed her lips to his in the hopes that he would get the hint. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her so that she was almost sitting in his lap.
"Oh," Tate murmured against her lips. "Wait, Vi. I don't know. Maybe we should wait."
Violet pulled away from him abruptly and looked into his eyes with a fire burning in hers. "Let's get something straight and out on the table. We are both DEAD. And we are stuck in this God damned house for forever. I am not just going to sit around here and play fucking games for the rest of eternity!" By this point Violet had gotten off the bed and was walking to the foot of it. She began to pull off her shirt while still talking. "Now, I am going to go get into the bathtub. You can join or not, but I refuse to sit on this damn bed any longer."
Tate watched her walk out of the room in only yoga pants and a bra. He shook his head and lowered it into his hands. There were a million things running through his mind. Yes, he wanted to have sex with Violet again. Their first time was amazing, but he was also nervous. What if she eventually grew bored of him and grew to hate him? He couldn't bare the thought of her hating him.
"Fuck it!" They were young, and he loved her. He knew that he would do everything in his power to make sure that her life, or lack there of, was perfect.
Violet turned off the hot water when the tub was almost full. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and climbed into the scalding water. The water stung her skin, but she loved the pain. Everything she did these days was to the extreme. She did anything that would make her feel again. She had started to cut again, but it did not really matter since the wounds would heal as soon as she took the razor from her arm. She could cut as deep as she wanted and yet the wounds always healed. She did not stop though because she needed that spilt second of pain to keep her from going insane. That was one secret that she had kept from Tate. What harm could one secret do?
She was leaning back against the tub with her eyes closed when she heard the bathroom door open. She did not open her eyes because she knew who it was. Everyone always though that he had some weird hold over her and that she would do anything that he requested. What people did not know was that she knew exactly what to do and say to get him to do everything that she wanted, even if he thought that he was in control.
She could hear him slowly undressing, but she still refused to open her eyes. The water in the tub swished back and forth as he stepped into the tub and sat opposite of her.
"One thing about these old tubs… They have a ton of room for two." She spoke quietly.
They sat in silence for a few moments until Violet finally opened her eyes to look at Tate. God, he was so beautiful, just sitting in the tub with her. Naked. Wet.
"Hi" She whispered.
"Hi."
Violet slowly leaned forward and pressed her whole body against Tate's and then looked into his eyes. She would never forget the cruelness and darkness that she saw in his eyes sometimes, but right now, all she saw was love and want.
She could already fell his hardness pressing into her stomach. She knew that she was going to get her way after all. She softly pressed her lips to the side of his neck and received a low moan from him.
"I want you. I want to feel you inside of me. …Please" Violet begged.
The next thing Violet knew, she was pressed up against the tub with Tate's lips attacking hers. He was running his hands up and down her sides, which caused her to shiver, despite the hot bath water. She gasped when his hands cupped her breasts.
"Tate… Don't tease me please. It has been too long…" She moaned as his hands moved down to rest on her waist.
"Oh Vi. You have no idea what you are in for…" Tate replied. He sat back against his side of the bath tub, grabbed her hips, flipped her around, and pulled her to him so that her back was resting against his chest.
"What… what are you doing?" Violet was becoming nervous. Maybe she was not going to get what she wanted after all.
"Do you trust me, Vi?" He whispered into her ear.
"Of course!" She replied.
"Close your eyes and lean back. Just relax, my love." Violet laid her head back against Tate's shoulder and took a deep breath.
Tate kissed her neck once before placing his hands on her shoulders. His fingers barely brushed against her skin, and Violet moaned for more contact. He chuckled and began to move his fingers lower. His hands purposefully moved past her breasts and began to brush softly against her ribcage.
"Mmmm, Vi. Your skin is so soft." Tate moaned into her ear. His hands continued to move lower until he reached the place that Violet had been so desperate for him to touch. To tease her just a little more, he brushed his fingers past her throbbing need and placed his hands on her inner thighs.
"Tell me what you want Violet."
"Tate. Please!" She gasped.
"Please what?" He teased and began to massage her thighs. "Say the words."
"I… I want you to touch me."
"I am touching you Violet."
"No… No! Touch me here." She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her slit. He began to move his fingers along her, feeling just how wet she already was.
"Fuck, Violet. I love how wet you get for me." He growled. He inserted one finger into her and began to slowly pump it into her heat.
"Oh… Tate. Yes!" Violet could not control her moans. The last time they had sex they had skipped this part. She had no idea why because it was amazing. She almost lost it when Tate inserted a second finger.
Tate could feel Violet getting close to her climax. Her moans were only fueling his fire and want for her. He was so hard that he thought he would explode if he did not take her soon, but something was holding him back. The darkness was there again, pulling at his thoughts.
Violet let out a whimper when Tate removed his fingers from her. "Fuck, Tate. Don't pull this bullshit right now." Violet turned her head to glare at him. How dare he tease her.
"Get up." Tate ordered without any emotional response on his face. His blank expression made Violet nervous. She slowly pulled herself out of the water and stood in the tub. She watched Tate pull himself up so that he was facing her, but he kept his eyes from meeting hers.
Tate did not look at Violet as he stood. He had to try and keep his composure so that he could finish what he started. He stepped out of the tub onto the cold tile floor and grabbed a towel. He wrapped the towel around Violet before pulling her out of the tub.
"What are you doing?" She questioned. Violet was now in a state of utter confusion.
"No more questions." Tate ordered. Her voice was making him come unhinged.
Tate dried off Violet's body before using the towel to dry off his own. Finally, he made eye contact with her. He saw mostly lust in her eyes but also a small amount of fear. That fear was something he craved. He loved having just an ounce of power over her.
"Go back to your room. Lay down on your bed. And close your eyes. Keep them closed." Yet another order. Violet did as Tate told her because she wanted to know what the fuck he thought he was doing.
Once Violet had left the bathroom, Tate sat down on the toilet seat and placed his head in his hands. He took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before slowly releasing it. What the hell was wrong with him? It felt like there were two sides of him that were constantly pulling at him, especially when he had Violet near him begging him to take her and control her. In his mind, he did not know whether he was going to kiss her or kill her, and that terrified him. He had to gain back his control.
It felt like an eternity had passed since Violet had left Tate in the bathroom. She was getting pretty fed up with lying on her bed and right when she was about to open her eyes and sit up, she heard the door open.