"I hate her I just wanna kill her!" She was pacing back and forth in front of me whilst I played therapist, one leg crossed over the other as my eyes followed her movements. Seeing her so agitated was making my pants tight. I could feel the darkness rising in me as I took in the cut on her forehead and the way her chest moved as she inhaled and exhaled, fast fast fast.

"Then do it." I know I was encouraging bad behaviour, but a part of me wanted her to be like me so badly. "One less high school bitch making the lives of the less fortunate more tolerable is in my opinion, a public service." She stopped pacing and turned to look at me, a hand resting in her hair as she raked it back from her face. She glanced at me in a way that was undecided, she didn't know whether to hear me out or run away. I sighed and sat forward, knowing now it was too soon in our relationship for me to let her know who I truly was. As far as she was concerned, I cared as much about the sanctity of human life as she did. "Look you want her to leave you alone, stop making your life a living hell short of killing her, there's only one solution. Scare her. Make her afraid of you. It's the only thing bullies react to." She bit her lip, considering.

Hesitating, she took a step towards me. "How?"

"It's simple." I smiled because I'd hooked her in. "You simply walk up to her and say 'here's the deal. I need you to stop harassing me. I got what you want, drugs. Come to my house tomorrow for your free sample, I'm a dealer and a good one, I got the best shit in town.'" I tried to show her how to make her voice strong and sure, junkies could sniff out weakness a mile off and this couldn't backfire, because she'd get the shit beaten out of her and there's no way I could wait until Halloween to kill the bitch. I'd go mad.

"She's a coke head, I don't have coke." She threw her hands up, the sleeves of her cardigan coming down to reveal the healing cuts on her wrists. She didn't shy away from it, and I was touched by the gesture.
"You won't need any, it's just an excuse to get her here, after that she'll leave empty handed and terrified, and I promise you, you'll never be bothered by her again." I could see the indecision in her eyes, and she reached up and touched the cut on her head before her eyes clouded and her mouth set in a hard line.

"How am I going to terrify her?" Triumphant, I began to think about the ways I could enjoy this without scaring Violet away or killing the bitch in the house. I didn't want her around, poking her nose in and making things even a little more difficult for me than it already was. She'd tell Violet for sure, just to spite us both. As I considered, I could feel the darkness clawing its way up my throat, a battalion of suggestions at the forefront of my consciousness, all the horrible things I could do to the high school bitch, all the monstrous things I could do to Violet. The darkness played a helter skelter in my head, over and over and round and around as I grasped at the edges of my mind to regain control before I made her bleed. Her fingers touched my cheek gently and I looked up at her, the darkness clearing as she dispelled it with her light. I forced a smile and she gave me a relieved one back, trailing her fingers down my neck as she settled in my lap. I held her close and pressed my lips to her ear.

"That's where I come in." I wasn't sure exactly what I had planned yet, only that it would involve the basement, and I'd have to ask Moira a few things, and find something to bribe Thaddeus with. He would play a central role in my plans.

"Are you okay, Tate?" She mumbled against my chest. I tightened my grip on her in response, wanting to feel her as close to me as possible, needing the restraint her weight provided.

"I'll be okay. I'm okay when you're here."

"Good thing I'm not going anywhere then," she breathed, stretching her neck up and nipping my Adam's apple between her teeth, playfully. The tingling jolts of pleasure I'd felt at her anger sparked up again.

"Violet," I half warned, half whispered.

"Mmm?" She trailed off, sucking her desire into my neck, pressing her tongue on my pulse.

"Dangerous territory," I whimpered out, shifting her in my lap. She giggled, nibbling at the corner of my jaw before kissing a trail across my cheek. I whined, low and shaky and seized her hand, forcing it down against my arousal. Her mouth popped open and she looked at me with wide eyes, filled with surprise.

"I did that?" She asked, and a new, little smirk twitched at the corner of her bruised lips.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Violet," I groaned, bucking against the hand I still held at my crotch, so desperate for friction that I could cry.

"Shall I?" She trailed, no idea what to say to propose what she wanted. I knew, though. I shifted her in my lap so she straddled my waist, pushing her thighs apart and palming her through her underwear. She wasn't wearing any tights and I was grateful. She mumbled something incoherent and sighed, a wet spot appearing on the front and moistening the ends of my fingertips. I pressed against her entrance and she smiled, wide and pretty. I caught her lips with mine and forced my tongue into her mouth, matching the way I thrust it into her cavity to the rhythm of my fingers stroking her through the fabric. She pulled away, keening, frowning.

"Too much," she whined.

"Want me to go inside you?" I asked. It wasn't the clearest way I could put it, and it didn't sound particularly romantic, but right now, the way she was wriggling in my lap, I couldn't be bothered to care.

"Off," she growled, and it took me a second to realise her fingers were scrabbling at my belt. I moved her off a little, popping my pants open and dragging them down my thighs, where she helped me drop them to my ankles. I left my underwear on, not sure if we were anywhere near there just yet, but it didn't matter that much when she was sitting high up on me again, creating the friction I so desperately craved. I decided this was enough for right now and grasped her hips, pushing her back and forth against me. I inhaled sharply at the new sensation and she exhaled, enjoying herself again.

"Not…" she gasped.

"Enough," I nodded my head, damp curls getting in my eyes as I lifted her off me and stood her shakily on her feet. She looked at me, puzzled and blissed and flustered as I dropped to my knees, pulling her with me to rest on the rug. It was then I remembered where we were, in Dr Harmon's office, and I took a moment to grin at how he would react if he knew.

I pressed her into the floor and spread her legs, taking a moment to see how wet she'd gotten. I wanted so badly to taste her, but I didn't want to move to fast. She was a virgin and I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure, in stages, building up to the main event. And I know it's going to sound totally out of character for me, but I wanted her to love me as much as I loved her. I settled between her legs, pushing my erection against her. She bit her lip uncertainly and I smiled.

"I'm not going to pressure you, Violet. Underwear stays on right now, okay? We can have fun without it, if you let me show you," I pressed open mouth kisses along her neck as I rutted against her, sighing into her skin. She knotted her fingers in my hair and tugged, hard. The pain and the pressure made me growl, pressing myself harder against her.

"Say my name, Violet," I growled again and she tugged again, angling her movements because she'd figured out this was a trigger for me.

"Tate ugh, Tate," she moaned, chanting my name like a prayer. I felt my stomach tighten and my legs begin to shake, knowing I was close and judging by how damp her underwear was against me, she was getting there too.

"You close?" I managed through gritted teeth and laboured breathing and she nodded.

"Yes, God, yes," she bashes her head against the floor below her and I leaned down to bite into her neck, leaving my mark in three places before I came, hot and heavy in my underwear. I know she felt it, because her eyes clenched shut before shooting open with a "Tate," mouthed on her lips. We collapsed for a moment before I sat up next to her. She was too blissed out to move, and I'd bet anything that was her first orgasm. I glanced down at her exposed thighs, and if the stickiness in my underwear hadn't been so uncomfortable I'd have gotten hard again at the glistening liquid I saw on her thighs. I peered cautiously at her face, noticing her eyes were still closed. Curiosity killed the cat and I knew she'd probably be pissed at me but it was worth it, to satiate the monsters. I skimmed my fingers up her thigh and over her soaked underwear, collecting her moisture before bringing my fingers gratefully to my lips, cradling them in my other hand like something precious. She opened her eyes and watched me suck each finger into my mouth. She didn't look angry as I met her eyes, just curious and maybe a little grossed out if the way her nose wrinkled up is anything to go by.

"What does it taste like?" She asked me, and I flopped down beside her, resting my head on my hand and inclining my body to face her.

"I don't know that there's anything to compare it to. It's nice, because it's you," I tried. Yeah, that was the best I could think of.

"Hmm." Her answer was short as she turned her head to look at the ceiling again.

"Are you mad?" I had to ask the question, because anticipating an explosion was killing me. She didn't answer for a long minute.

"No… just," and lightning quick she was sitting up, straddling my thighs as her hand delved into my underwear and shot out again, coated in my semen.

"Violet…" I trailed, my eyes transfixed on her hand, and it's relative proximity to her mouth.

"Fair's fair," she muttered, before placing her index finger at her lips and sucking it into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. She pulled it out glistening and clean and I swallowed hard as she repeated the action, licking the beads that ran down her wrist and drinking me in.

"What does it taste like?" I mimicked her and she smiled, wicked and radiant and innocent all at the same time.

"Salt. But it's okay, because it's you and it tastes like you should taste. I want to try it from the source sometime," she commented lightly and I groaned.

"Tease. I want to taste you, too," I said as I pushed her off me and crawled onto my knees, climbing over her and kissing her lips so we could taste each other. Her tongue probed my mouth greedily and I responded by pushing my tongue against hers, running it along the ridges of her gums and over her teeth.

We pulled away a few minutes later because at least one of us still needed to breathe and I think she'd forgotten about that until she spluttered and gasped, breathing shaky as she tried to regain control of her lungs before they abandoned ship and made her my prisoner forever. I thought it was all pretty ironic, I wanted to keep her alive because I was falling for her, and it was my love that almost choked her to death. She pushed me back again, something that was becoming a regular move for us, and laid her head against my chest, her fingers tangling in my shirt and her legs tangling with mine.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," she mused.

"Maybe we can… after we deal with your high school bitch."