Violet was happy that it was the weekend. She was also happy because she was planning on going over to Tate's house. She hadn't seen him since they ditched school a few days ago, and she missed him. Yes, little miss tough girl that was more than independent actually missed someone, a boy none the less. She smiled to herself thinking about what had happened when they ditched school. She was planning on Tate repaying her today.
She snuck out of the front door before Constance or Larry could stop her and interrogate her about where she was going. She made her way across the street and to the Harmon's front door, knocking gently. A beautiful woman answered the door with a bright smile on her face.
"You must be Violet." She spoke in a light voice. "I'm Vivien, Tate's mother. I have been hoping that I would meet you soon. You're all Tate talks about these days."
Violet laughed lightly. "It's nice to meet you."
Vivien pulled the younger girl into a hug before ushering her into the house. Violet smiled at the woman, wondering how in the world Tate had such a nice mother.
"Tate is up in his room, second door on the left. I will be in the kitchen if you need anything." Vivien smiled at Violet one more time before walking away. Violet shook her head. That woman was too nice, she thought. She shrugged her shoulders and made her way up the stairs to Tate's room. She wondered if she should knock or just open the door. Give him warning or just burst in unannounced. She decided knocking would probably be safer since he was a teenage boy and was more than likely doing something that might cause both of them to blush.
"Come in!" Tate's voice called from the other side of the door. Violet opened it and poked her head around the edge, smiling when she saw a wide smile spread across Tate's face. He was lying on his bed with a book in his lap.
"Hey." He was surprised to see Violet. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he forgot that she was coming over.
Violet moved to sit beside Tate on the bed, watching as his smile fell for a moment. "What's wrong?" She asked.
Tate turned his head to look at her and smiled, but not as brightly as before. "It's nothing… You'd think I'm crazy if I told you."
Violet rolled her eyes. "Believe me, it would take a lot for me to think that you are crazy." She wanted to tell him that he would think she was crazy if he knew half of the things that she did. She reached over and placed her hand on top of one of his.
Tate took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Okay, well… I was down in the basement, trying to find something for my mom, and I saw something. Someone."
Violet's eyes grew wide. She hadn't planned on having this conversation with Tate for a while, if at all. "Okay?"
"Well see that's the thing… Why would someone be in my basement?"
Violet thought that playing dumb and seeing where Tate was going would be the best course of action right now. "I don't know… What are you trying to say?"
Tate was silent for a few moments, and Violet squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I think… Fuck, you're going to laugh, but I think it was a ghost."
Violet took a deep breath this time. "A ghost… Okay. Do you believe in ghosts?"
Tate shook his head. "I didn't. I don't. Maybe I'm just losing my mind."
Violet smiled and leaned over to press a kiss on Tate's cheek. "Maybe your eyes were just playing a trick on you. Basements are scary in general. You could've just psyched yourself out."
Tate nodded and turned his face towards Violet's. "You're probably right. So… What do you want to do today?"
Violet smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Well… I was thinking… You owe me something."
Tate blushed. "I… Yea, okay. I just… I don't know what to do, like… You know." He was stuttering rapidly, and Violet placed her hand over his mouth to stop him.
"Calm down." She chuckled and smiled. "I'll tell you exactly what to do, okay?" Tate nodded and leaned forward to press his lips against Violet's. Violet wrapped her arms around Tate's neck, pulling him so that he was hovering above her. She moved her legs apart so that he could rest his body between them, pressing his hips against her and making her moan softly.
Tate pulled back and smiled at Violet. "I could listen to you make those sounds all the time, but we have to be quiet because my parents are home."
Violet nodded in agreement. "Which is also why I think we need to keep as many clothes on as possible incase one of them comes up here."
Tate nodded and then tilted his head in confusion. Violet smiled at the look on his face and cupped his cheek in the palm of her hand.
"Dress." Violet nodded towards her outfit. "Easy access." She winked before pulling Tate's lips back to hers. Her hands tangled in his blonde curls, tugging whenever his teeth nipped against her lips.
Tate's hands moved up Violet's thighs, and he opened his eyes to look into hers, making sure that what he was doing was okay. Violet smiled into the kiss, showing Tate that he was doing exactly the right thing. Tate smiled in return and moved his hands to the insides of Violet's thighs, tickling her soft skin.
Violet giggled. "Tate. Don't tickle me." She whispered, trying to remember to be quiet. She was going to have trouble with that because she normally got very loud.
Tate smirked and took the hem of Violet's dress in his fingers, pulling it up so that it bunched in the middle of her stomach. His eyes roamed over her body, and he stilled for a moment.
"What?" Violet questioned, wondering why Tate had stopped moving and stared staring.
Tate shook his head and moved his eyes back to Violet's. "Nothing… It's just… You're perfect." Violet blushed and shook her head. Tate leaned forward so that his face was close to hers. "You are perfect, Violet." His lips pressed against hers, and she gasped into the kiss when one of Tate's hands laid flat against her underwear covered core.
"Is this okay?" Tate whispered against Violet's lips.
Violet nodded. "It's good. Great. Just keep going."
Tate moved down the bed so that he was situated between Violet's legs. His fingers hooked into the band of her underwear and pulled them down her legs. His eyes moved to her core, noticing how wet she was.
"Fuck, Vi…" Tate grumbled under his breath. Violet's breathing was fast pace, making her chest heave up and down.
"Tate, please." Violet pleaded. "Touch me." She jutted her hips up and whimpered. She had been thinking about this the entire day and was more than ready. She bit her lip hard when Tate's fingers ghosted over her wet folds. She had to hold back a loud moan. Tate loved seeing Violet react this way towards him. He liked feeling like he was in control.
His fingers hesitantly moved over Violet's core, pushing on spots to see what kind of reaction she made. Tate's eyes grew wide when he fingers pushed on a small nub, and Violet bit her hand to keep from making a loud sound.
He raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Does that feel good, Violet?"
Violet whimpered and nodded her head. "Yes…" She breathed heavily. Tate started circling Violet's nub, watching as her face contorted into a look of pure pleasure. Violet moved one of her hands down to Tate's and pushed his lower.
"Inside." She breathed. She couldn't form sentences, let alone thoughts, anymore. Tate got the hint and inserted a finger into Violet's heat. Violet's bit into her hand again to keep from crying out as her hips bucked upwards to meet Tate's finger. He moved his finger in a rhythm that her hips followed. He inserted another finger to see how Violet would react and was pleased to see her start shaking. One of her hands was gripping tightly onto one of his arms. Her nails were digging into his skin, and Tate loved it.
"If you just…" Violet was trying to remember how to speak. "Move your fingers like this." Violet made a "come here" motion. Tate listened and mirrored her movements.
"Like that?" Tate asked as he moved his fingers. Violet could only nodded quickly, too afraid that if she spoke she would make a loud noise. Tate's fingers were now hitting that sweet spot inside of her, and she was sure that she was going to explode.
Violet could feel her release about to break. She covered her mouth with her hand completely when her body started to shake uncontrollably. She let out a squeak as her walls tightened around Tate's fingers and her climax ran over his hand and down her thighs. Tate watched in amazement as Violet fell apart under his ministrations. He leaned forward and pulled her hand away from her mouth so that he could kiss her red lips.
Violet's lips lazily moved against Tate's. She pulled back when she felt his hard length pressing against her thigh. She moved one of her hands to graze across the front of his jeans, but Tate stopped her.
"Don't you want me to?" She asked, confused.
Tate smiled and kissed her lips again. "Today was about you. Don't worry. I'll take care of it later." Tate moved so that he could grab Violet's underwear and shimmy it back up her legs and onto her hips. "I would ask if you like it, but I'm pretty sure I got my answer." Tate teased.
"It was… Wow." Violet couldn't even find the words. She pulled Tate back to her so that she could cuddle into his side.
"I like this part." Tate whispered into her ear. "The part where I get to hold you."
Violet smiled, letting her guard down only in front of him. "Me too."