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Tate sighed and rubbed a hand over his face as he walked out of the community center. "That was rough." He mumbled under his breath. His mood instantly lightened when he felt a small hand wrap around his.
"It wasn't that bad. I think you did fine." Violet squeezed Tate's hand and smiled up at him.
"I couldn't even tell them why I was there. They would lock me up and throw away the key." Tate continued to walk into the parking lot towards his car.
"You know, you haven't even told me why you started doing drugs…" Violet gently tugged at his hand, hoping that he would spill his secrets. Tate moved to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for Violet. She looked up at him for a second before sighing and slipping into the seat.
Tate walked around to his side and moved into the driver seat. "Vi… I can't."
Violet turned in her seat so that she was facing him. "Why the fuck not?"
Tate shook his head and gripped tightly to the steering wheel. "You would think I'm insane…"
Violet grabbed one of Tate's hands and pulled it to her chest. Tate could feel her heart beating against the back of his hand. "Tate, I believed you when you told me you saw ghosts. I talk to one of those ghosts all of the time. I was attacked by the others in your basement, and look around… I'm still here. I've always believed you."
Tate smiled and felt a tear roll down his cheek. "How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life? You're the only thing that keeps me sane, Violet."
Violet brought Tate's hand to her lips and kissed his knuckles. "I love you, Tate. Just tell me what's going on with you. Please…"
Tate nodded his head. "Yea, okay, but not here."
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The beach was practically deserted when Tate opened the car door for Violet before leading her down to the sand. He threw down a blanket that he kept in his car's trunk so that they wouldn't have to sit directly on the sand. Once they were seated, he wrapped an arm around Violet and pulled her close.
"I love it here. It's peaceful." Tate spoke in a serene voice. Violet nodded her head and rested it against his shoulder. She allowed the peaceful silence to go on for a few moments before she leaned back and began to question Tate again.
"Okay, so spill." Her eyes searched his dark ones.
Tate took a deep breath. "Do you remember when I told you that there are evil spirits in the house?"
Violet nodded her head. "Uh yea, they attacked me."
Tate shook his head. "No, those are just the ghosts. There are other… things in the house. I can't see them, but I hear them."
"You're hearing voices?"
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
Violet shook her head and grabbed onto one of Tate's hands. "No! I believe you. What do the voices say?"
"They tell me to do things. Bad things. Like hurt people." Tate leaned his head down, looking at his lap.
Violet gasped when the realization hit her. "The guns… Were you going to shoot someone?"
Tate shook his head again. "Not someone… Everyone."
Tate looked up when Violet didn't reply. She was wide eyed and staring at him. "Are you scared now?" He asked her in a low voice.
"Would you have shot me?" He voice quivered as she asked.
"What? No! I would never hurt you, Violet."
"But… If the voices told you to…"
Tate squeezed her hand. "When you're around, the voices go away. It's like I can push them out of my head when I'm close to you."
"Why?"
Tate shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know."
"And the drugs? Do they help too?"
Tate shook his head. "I thought they did. I had no other choice after you left. The voices were getting stronger, and I didn't know how to stop them. I made Nora so angry… She tried to help, but I just pushed her away. You saved me from myself, Violet."
Violet nodded her head and leaned it back against Tate's shoulder.
They sat like that in silence until the sun started to set over the breaking ocean waves.
…
"Do you want to come inside?"
Violet was pulled out of her thoughts by Tate's question. She looked around and noticed that they were already parked in Tate's driveway.
"Uh… What?" She had heard his voice but not the question.
Tate turned toward her and placed his hand on her knee. "Vi, is everything alright?"
Violet nodded her head and smiled. "Yea, Sorry. I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Everything. You. Me. Everything that has happened."
Tate noticed the sadness in her eyes. "Does it make you upset?"
Violet shrugged her shoulders. "It's just a lot to take in. I was thinking what we would be like if we were normal…"
"Us? Normal?"
Violet laughed. "I didn't say I liked the idea. I was just considering it."
"And what's the verdict?"
Violet smiled and leaned closer to Tate. "I like you, just the way you are. Crazy ghosts and voices included." Tate smiled and laughed as one of his arms pulled her close to him, and he kissed her on her lips. Violet moaned into the kiss and tried to get closer to him, but that was almost impossible in his car.
"Do you want to come inside?" Tate asked again as his words mumbled over Violet's lips. Violet nodded her head quickly, and Tate jumped out of the car to open her door for her.
They tumbled through the door as their lips attacked each other. Violet pulled her mouth away from Tate, trying to ask him something but was stopped short as his lips found her neck. She moaned and arched her back towards him. Tate wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist.
"Tate… Tate. Stop. Someone might see us." Violet tried to pull his face away from her neck, but Tate shook his head and spoke against her cool skin.
"No one's home. Left this morning. Be back later." Between every phrase, Tate made marks on Violet's skin with his lips. Violet tangled her fingers into his blonde curls and leaned her head backward, giving him better access.
"Upstairs?" He whispered into her ear. Violet nodded her head and unwrapped her legs from around Tate. He took her hand and led her to his room. The walk up the stairs and down the hallway seemed to last for forever to Violet. She was starting to get nervous. She knew that she shouldn't be but she couldn't help the feeling she had in her stomach. She tried to take quiet deep breathes so that Tate wouldn't notice.
Tate pulled her close once they were in his room. He could feel her shaking slightly. "Vi, are you okay?"
Violet nodded her head and came up with a lame excuse. "Yea, just… cold." She tried to smile up at Tate, but it came out looking forced. Tate raised an eyebrow at her.
"You sure?"
Violet nodded again before wrapping her arms around Tate's neck. She was mentally convincing herself that she had no reason to be nervous. They had done this before, and they both had enjoyed themselves. Tate had seen every part of her, and she had nothing to hide. She mentally kicked herself for acting so childish and turned her attention back to Tate.
"I know a way we can warm you up." Tate wiggled his eyebrows at her, teasing her. Violet played along. "Oh?" She questioned as she smirked at him. Violet closed her eyes as Tate leaned in close to her, expecting him to kiss her. His lips moved past hers and stopped at her ear.
"Keep your eyes closed." He whispered as his arms wrapped around her and lifted her off the floor, bridal style. Violet made a squeaking noise because she was taken by surprise. She kept her eyes closed and leaned her head against Tate's shoulder as he carried her somewhere. They didn't walk far before he set her back down on her feet.
"Take a shower with me." He whispered in her ear, and Violet shivered at the low tone of his voice. "You can open your eyes." She slowly lifted her eyelids and looked around the bathroom. If she thought she was nervous before, she was way past that now. She started to shake again.
Tate stood behind her and ran his hands up and down her arms, feeling the goose bumps that covered her pale skin. "Are you nervous?" He asked. Violet had no idea how he did it. How did he know exactly what she was thinking? She took a deep breath, turned around to face him, and nodded her head. Tate smiled down at her. "It's okay. I love you, Violet. You don't have to be nervous with me."
"I love you, too. I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm nervous." Her cheeks blushed red. Tate pulled her body to his and kissed her forehead. Violet pressed her cheek against his chest.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."
Violet leaned back and shook her head. "No, I want to. I do." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. Tate instantly responded by wrapping his arms around her small frame. His fingers dipped under the edge of her sweater and began to pull it up and over her head. His looked down and noticed that she was also wearing a long sleeved shirt and a tank top.
"So many layers." Tate growled at her. Violet laughed and pulled off both of her tops at once. Tate smiled. "Much better." He leaned forward, moving to kiss her neck, but Violet put her hands against his chest.
"You have too many clothes on." She said as her hands moved to rid him of his shirt. Tate helped her get it over his head because their height difference made it a difficult task for her. Violet ran her hands down his chest before she started to unbutton his jeans. Tate's hands moved to unclasp her bra as she undid the zipper on his jeans. She helped Tate slide her bra off her shoulders before she pulled down his pants and boxers in one motion.
"No fair." Tate teased as he was standing completely naked in front of her, and she was still half way clothed. Violet smirked at him because she had the upper hand for once. Tate smirked back at her as his hands gripped her hips. He dipped his fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, dragging her leggings and underwear down as well. "That's better." He smiled as she was now just as naked as he was.
Tate kissed Violet quickly before moving around her and turning the shower on. Violet followed him with her eyes. She watched as Tate stepped over the edge of the tub. He extended his hand to her. "Come here."
Tate took Violet's hand and helped her step into the tub before pulling the shower curtain around them. The cascading water from the shower head fell in the space between their bodies and burned their joined hands. "Is the water too hot?" Tate asked. He liked to take hot showers, but he wanted to make sure that Violet was comfortable.
"No. I like hot showers." Tate smiled at her words, once again realizing how similar they were to each other. His lips found hers in a heated kiss. He gently pushed her back against the cold wall, making her gasp. Tate trailed his lips down her neck to her chest. Violet moaned as Tate's mouth found her breasts. He paid attention to both of them before trailing his mouth down her stomach. He moved so that he was kneeling in front of her.
Tate smirked when he saw how wet Violet was. "God, Vi… I love how wet I make you." Violet blushed at his words. Tate smiled at her reaction before turning his attention back to her need. His hands slowly slid up her thighs and parted her legs. He kissed up the inside of one of her thighs, stopping right before he reached her core. Violet's hips moved up, trying to get him to touch her. "Patience, Vi, is a virtue."
"Fuck virtues." Violet growled and moved her hips again. Tate laughed at her harsh words before placing a kiss right over her bundle of nerves. Violet gasped at the contact.
"Is this what you want, Vi?" Tate teased her with his words. His lips hovered over her core, close enough that she could feel his breath on her. Violet whimpered.
"Don't tease." She pleaded with him. Tate stood up and kissed her roughly on her mouth before pulling away.
"I love it when you beg. It shows me how much you want me." He kneeled back down to the floor of the shower. The hot water was running down his back, keeping him warm. He didn't know if Violet was shivering because she wanted him so badly or because she was leaning against the cold wall.
Violet moaned loudly as Tate's mouth returned to her core. His tongue moved through her folds, causing Violet to buck her hips in the hopes of getting closer to him. Tate placed one hand on her hip as his other hand moved up her thigh. Violet gasped when he inserted one finger into her. The uncomfortable feeling that she had the first time was not present now.
"Tate…" Violet moaned as he inserted another finger into her. Her hips were moving in time with his fingers. She could feel her climax stirring in her.
Tate could feel her walls tightening around his fingers. "Just let go, Vi." He increased this fingers' pace until she cried out his name. He stood and wrapped an arm around her before her knees could buckle. Violet leaned her forehead against his shoulder, shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. She couldn't feel her legs and was thankful that Tate was holding her up.
Once Violet could think clearly again, she noticed that she could feel Tate's arousal pressing against her stomach. She ran one of her hands down his side before moving to wrap it around his member. Tate moaned at the feeling of her lighting stroking him. Violet looked up at his face and smiled when she saw his pleasurable look. She started placing kisses along his chest, just like he did to her before moving down into a kneeling position in front of him.
Tate's eyes grew wide as he watched her kneel in front of him. He watched as the water cascaded down the back of her head, turning her blonde hair dark. He watched as the water ran down the pale skin of her back before rolling over her bottom.
"I'm not really sure what to do." Violet blushed again as she looked up at him.
"You… You don't have to if you don't want to." Tate stuttered. He wanted her to take him into her mouth more than anything at that moment, but he didn't want her to do something because she felt like she had to.
Violet rolled her eyes and ignored his words. She wrapped her hand around the base of him before taking his tip into her mouth. The strangled noise that came out of Tate's mouth told her that she was definitely doing something right. She took as much of him into her mouth before slowly starting to moved her mouth back and forth. Tate moaned when she ran her tongue along the bottom of his length. He could feel himself coming close to his end.
"Damn, Vi… Vi. Stop." Tate groaned. Violet pulled her mouth away from him, making a popping noise. Tate pulled her into a standing position.
"Did I do something wrong?" Violet asked, confused as to why he made her stop.
Tate laughed and shook his head. "No. I just didn't want to surprise you by coming in your mouth."
"What if that is what I wanted you to do?" Violet countered his words with sarcasm. Tate raised an eyebrow at her. Violet smirked before taking his member into her hands again. She started to pump her hands quickly over him until Tate released his seed onto the floor of the bathtub. Violet smiled at herself, feeling accomplished.
"Fuck, Violet." Tate pulled her lips to his, kissing her roughly. He backed her up until their heads where directly under the water. Violet pulled away and laughed when it became impossible to breath under the water. "Want to move this to my bed?"
"Sure."
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"Oh! Tate. Mm…" Violet gasped and moaned as Tate ran his hands along her body. Tate moved his mouth to hers before rolling them over so that she was straddling him. Violet rotated her hips against his, making him buck his hips upward towards hers. She pulled away before he could enter her.
"Tease!" Tate called out before grabbing Violet's hips and pulling her down onto him. They both moaned as their hips met again. Violet started to move up and down on him slowly, feeling him completely filling her up every time. She gasped loudly as he hit a spot deep within her that made her toes curls in pleasure.
"Violet… You feel so amazing." Tate moved so that he was sitting up facing her. He wrapped his arms around her back and kissed her fully on her red lips. He gently turned them over so that Violet was lying under him, never pulling out of her. He started to slowly thrust into her, feeling his climax getting close. Violet leaned her head into the pillow as she felt her release building inside of her. She was about to go over the edge when Tate's bedroom door flung open and crashed into the wall.
"What in the Lord's name is going on in here?"