All My Loving
AN: Hmmm. Not sure but here ya go.
Chapter Two: Eight Days a Yesterday
Ooh I need your love babe
Guess you know it's true
Hope you need my love babe
Just like I need you
Hold me, love me, hold me
Ain't got nothing but love babe
Eight days a week
Tate's heart, or whatever remained, pulsed erratically with the contact of Violet's hand, or the fact she was the spitting image of a Greek temptress, pulling him towards her lair. "Vi, why are you doing this?"
The dazed girl stopped and pushed up Tate's sleeves to run her fingers over his scars. Her expression suddenly became more serious, more…mature ."Do you see this? We bear similar marks. It's a sign Tate. No one is meant to be alone forever."
Confusion swept Tate away in a whirlwind. "If this is a joke Violet, you're crueler than the devil himself." He couldn't bear to look at her any longer, in a rising fear of what he'd do to her if stared a second longer. "I hurt you, I deserve this. Hurt me, but please don't torment me like this."
Violet dragged Tate onto the bed and the two stood there. There girl pulled Tate's face to look at her. "Don't ever look away from me again Tate. I don't like the pain of loneliness. Our pasts will consume us before the darkness in this house. Look at me!"
Tate opened his and peered into Violet's glassy, doe eyes. "What's happened to you Vi?" He melted into her hands that brushed his upcoming tears away. Whatever she was on, he began to feel his veins course with euphoria.
"Do you feel it beginning to envelop you? This time, let it do its job. Stop being a demon in the dark, walk with me Tate, don't leave me alone anymore." Violet brought his face down and crushed her lips against his.
Tate wrapped his arms around Violet's bare waist. This can't be real, he thought. After this high, it'll all be back to normal, but at least for now he could accept this piece of heaven in such a place. For a moment, his angel was able to forget all his sins and allowed him to be near her, gaze upon her perfect form without hiding in the shadows.
He could feel her smile against his lips, it felt like magic. When Violet pulled away, Tate yearned for more of his fallen goddess. Tate opened his eyes to discover that he was no longer in the murder house, but somewhere…heavenly.
Violet looked up to the confused boy and laughed at his expression. There it was, the melodic sound he had heard earlier, and it was directed at him. He pulled his lost stare away from this new world to look at the girl. "Where are we?"
"Don't you see Tate? We were here all along, but we were too blind to see what was around us."
When Tate looked back to Violet, he began to understand. The two were high, and being a ghost intensified it more than it would if they were alive. The room around them shifted into a garden with fruit trees that bore exotic fruits, a stream poured in from the window of crystal green water, and butterflies fluttered around Violet's lustrous crown of hair.
Despite the hellish cell of a room became their own personal heaven, he couldn't remove his sight from Violet. Out of the entire room, she was the most intoxicating sight. Her pale skin glowed, the gold accentuated her slender curves, strands of buckwheat honey hair framed her soft face and petite shoulders. Two large, dark eyes, looked back at him with acceptance and love. Something he had been trying to regain all these years.
It still broke him though, knowing that it was the high making her the way she is. If it was a high, he would let it take him over and over again. As long as it was with Violet and she would never stop looking at him the way she was now.
The bed beneath began to feel light and fluffy. Reluctantly looking down, he couldn't help but chuckle to see that they were now standing on a cloud.
"See Tate, the light is more delicious than the molded fruit this house has offered." Violet began to laugh with Tate as the world around them offered much more they could ever ask for.
"Can we stay here forever Violet. Can I stay here with you?" He had to ask. Tate felt like this would be the only time he'd have the courage to ask her. Even if it was abusing the high, he'd use it to his best advantage. Deep down, Tate still knew he was the monster that the world had shun.
"Not yet Tate. You're still a demon. The demon I crave and will tame, if you let me." Violet pushed Tate down to his knees as she stood over him and watched him with a passionate-filled gaze.
"I'm yours to tame, yours to keep, yours to claim." Tate's eyes kept locked with Violet's. Never to anyone else would he speak those words, or come to close to it. Only Violet was allowed to chain him to the wall and keep as her pet. He would be her dragon to keep others at bay, even if it's himself.
The girl smirked at the boy's response. Pressing him down further, forcing him to sit Indian-style, Violet caressed his cheek, "for me, for your goddess, can you starve, forever without the devil's fruit?"
Tate's voice was strong and true, "yes." For Violet, his goddess, he would never go near the darkness. She was his goddess of light and kept the darkness far from him, his mind, and his heart.
Bravely, Violet straddled his lap and pressed her forehead against his. "For me, can you give up being a demon of the devil's sins and become a god? My god?"
Feeling her thighs against his, her breath playing upon his cheek, and her chest pressing against his, Tate could only whisper out his answer with restraint fading, "yes."
"Now you must remove all that bounds you to the darkness," Violet preached as her hands began to remove Tate's clothing. Without hesitation, Tate allowed her, bearing with her slow and torturous touch. When he was nude as her, Violet eyes slowly closed, "now you may claim your place alongside your goddess." Violet pressed her lips against his for the third time that night.
Tate deepened the kiss this time, in urgency. The euphoria that Violet was feeling was coursing through his veins in such a way he couldn't help but erupt in laughter. Together, the two teens rolled around on the cloud, nothing sexual, just sheer bliss.
Violet rolled over to catch her breath from all the laughter. Tate followed suite, he captured both of Violet's thin wrists with one hand and placed them above her head. She was so delicate and small. The way her lips parted at his stare, made his manhood twitch. The way the paint adorned her face made her look like a true goddess, and she was. She was his.
Leaning in, Tate hungrily nipped at Violet's lower lip, eliciting a sweet sound from her. His tongue brushed against her lips, tracing every inch, embedding it into his memory. When Violet mewed for him to continue, he did not refuse.
Tate invaded her mouth and tasted her sweet and natural flavors of honey and vanilla. This time he moaned at such an erotic moment that he could only dream off. The feeling of Violet's shifting legs found their way around his waist.
The heat from her core was beckoning to his hardened member to please her. Tate couldn't help but grin against Violet's mouth at how sensual she had become to his touch. Not only had he been suffering alone, but she as well, just as much as him. He finally realized that.
Tate released his hold on Violet's wrist to wonder down to fondle her hardened pink nipples. Her breast were perfect, not large or small, just enough for him. When he began to pinch and twist them, Violet's moans became heated and pleading. "Tate," she gasped when his tongue began to moisten them and then his teeth grazed each nipple with a tender nip.
Violet's hands roamed wherever she could reach to refamiliarize herself with what she had slowly began to forget. Not this time, she didn't want to forget. His arms were still lean with muscle, his back strong, his torso still perfect.
With every touch of Violet's, Tate's need became more intense. Removing his mouth from her breast, he began to suck on the nape of her neck, her collarbone, anywhere he could make his mark visible for others to see.
A beastly sound erupted from Tate when he felt Violet's hand wrap around his hardened erection. Unlike his animalistic need, Violet was slow and teasing. The tips of her fingers ran up and down his shaft, keeping a steady pace. Violet looked at Tate with a smug grin.
As payback. Tate slid his hand down her sides and pushed her legs open, enough for him to glide a finger down her damp center. This time it was Tate who did the teasing. When he felt her wet entrance, Tate lost the little control he had. He slipped in one finger, never looking away from Violet's face. Her mouth was slightly agape as he began to pump in and out. Her breath hitched as her walls begin to tighten.
As she was on the verge of climaxing, Tate removed his digits to snicker at his lover. Violet gave him an equal look of temptation as she took of his hand and sucked off each of his fingers, clean of her own nectar. "Violet, oh god," he managed to say, feeling Violet's grin spread as she pulled away.
Her satisfaction was quickly brushed aside when Tate's eyes filled with lust for his temptress. Tate's lips bruised Violet's as he recaptured her lips and her legs claimed their spot around his hips. Positioning himself at her entrance, he could feel her yearning.
Slowly, he pushed his thick long shat into her, causing both teens to moan in a long awaited pleasure. Tate's thrusts became more needing, faster, and harder, to the point Violet couldn't keep up. "Tate, ahhh!" She screamed as she climaxed. Her walls tightened around him, and he still wasn't finished.
He didn't want this moment to end, and he prolonged it as long as he could. With each thrust, Violet gasped into his neck, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, using him to support herself. With the last thrust, Tate spilled his seed into Violet and fell on top of her.
Still inside of her, Violet, embraced him and ran her fingers through his curly locks. This is what she had fought against all those years, and she no longer remembered why, and didn't want to. Her mother had her father and the baby. Why couldn't she have Tate? She no longer cared what the other house members would think, they were all dead, so who cared?
Tate was the first one to break the silent. "Violet, I don't know if I can ever leave you again, even if you begged me. I-"
Violet smiled up at him and kissed the emotional boy to shut him up. "Tate, if I didn't want you hear, you wouldn't be. I told you before, I want you to look at me, always. Not just in the shadows, but hear with me. It may be some time before I forgive you, but we have forever to work that out."
Tate felt the sting of tears in the corner of his eyes. "You're so kind Violet. You don't belong in this house."
Violet pulled Tate closer and giggled into his ear. "This isn't the house we were damned in Tate. We make it what we want it to be. For now, this is our heaven. We make the rules, and right now, I want you to just forget the past and live with me in the present. "
The boy felt the corners of his mouth turn upward. He could never stop loving this girl, even if it tortured him. For the rest of the night, the two lovers made love in their own little heaven, forgetting that all highs so intense, have their comedowns.
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks like they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
AN: Whew, one last chapter. _ splee.
