Chapter 4:

Violet:

I woke up still holding Tate. I glanced over at the clock. It was 7:30 which probably meant I had missed dinner. Not that I cared. I shifted so that I was sitting up, careful not to wake Tate up. Weird how even as ghosts we got tired and just needed to sleep sometimes. I guess it is because when we are ghosts everything is intensified...when we got mad we got really mad. When we were sad we were depressed. When we loved, we really loved. It made the afterlife that much more tiring than life.

I looked down at Tate. He seemed to be having a bad dream, his face scrunching up every once and a while, a frown seemingly cemented to his face. He mumbled something but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

I stroked his face and rubbed his backing. I made soothing noises.

"I'm here Tate, you are ok." I whispered in his ear and lightly kissed his cheek.

Tate sighed contentedly and nestled in closer to my side. He looked more peaceful now. I could not believe how crazy my life…or afterlife…had become. I was in love for the first time. I also happened to be dead.

I decided to let him sleep some more. He looked like he needed it so I took a book out from my bedside table drawer and began to read. Before long I was interrupted by the haglike maid knocking on my door. I glanced at Tate. He didn't stir. I quietly got up from the bed and opened the door. I put my fingers to my lips to tell her to be quiet and stepped out into the hall.

"What do you want?" I asked kind of rudely.

"Miss Violet I must speak to you about the young Mr. Langdon…" Moira began.

"There is nothing to "speak to me" about. I know everything he did. I know everything I need to know"

"Miss Violet just be careful. He likes to please the women of the house by any means necessary. I just don't want you to regret your decision…" Moira said.

Strange. It sounded like she actually cared. As if things weren't weird enough.

"Thanks…" I say. I heard Tate stirring in my room so with a small smile I walked into my room closing the door behind me.

Tate was just sitting up rubbing his eyes.

"What time is it?" He said through a yawn.

"Time for you to wake up sleepyhead." I say climbing onto the bed next to him.

"Do you think you could help me?" Tate asked a mischievous look on his face.

I laughed but truth be told, I was perfectly ok with helping him wake up.

Tate pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I bent down, came an inch from his lips, then lifted away at the last second. Instead of kissing his lips I decided to nibble his neck and snaked my hand down towards the growing erection in his pants.

"Violet" Tate moaned with pleasure. While I was busy getting his pants off, he let his hands wander to my breasts. He sat up and snaked his hands under my shirt and undid my bra. Then he took both my breasts in his hands.

That distracted me long enough for him to flip me over so I was laying on his my back and he was on top of me.

Tate bent down and nibbled on my ear lobe. I put my hands under his shirt and scratched my fingernails down his back. After a few more minutes of making out and teasing each other, Tate rolled off of me with one last deep kiss.

"Wow." I said. I was all worked up and I didn't want to stop.

"I know." Tate agreed twining his fingers through mine.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked curious.

"Its not right. Soon though, I promise." He said.

I was hoping soon wouldn't be too long in the future because I could only wait so long.

Author's Note:

Sorry I didn't really do any of Tate's POV this chapter. This is the idea that popped into my head. I also am trying to add in more of the ghosts from the house. I want to do something big to bring in Hayden. Also I have decided to make the Rubberman someone other than Tate. I don't want Violet to hate him.