Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
*Flashback*
The laughter spilled out through the hall as Tate approached the room. Nira was suppose to meet him earlier in the day but never showed up. He was going to go there, prepared to fight with her over her constant need to undermine him and blow him off at the drop of the hat for no reason. Something in her had changed, she wasn't the same with him. She was distant and cold and looked like she was constantly battling something inside herself whenever he was around. She wasn't the girl who he had his first kiss in the basement with.
When he approached the door what he saw had him pause in his tracks, he stood there with a grin as he watched the scene play before him. Nira sat giggling on a small chair made for a child, miniature tea cup in hand as her sister poured her an imaginary cup. Angie wrapped a pink boa around Nira's neck as Margaret placed a plastic crown on her head. "You're a princess Nira."
The girls began to dance around the table, singing and laughing when Angie stopped when she saw Tate in the doorway. "Are you the prince?"
Nira looked at Angie puzzled, before turning to lock eyes with Tate. Her cheeks flushed as she looked away, mortified Tate saw her like this. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat as she heard Tate approach them.
"Do I get to have a cup of tea with you girls if I am?" Amusement danced in his eyes as he watched Nira squirm, embarrassed being caught looking the way she did, doing the things she was.
Her hair was up in awkward pigtails from when her sisters gave her a makeover. Blue eye shadow and vibrant pink lipstick was smeared on her face. The boa and crown were just the finishing touches to her mortifying ensemble.
Margaret's smile beamed as she grabbed a cup, running over to Tate taking his hand leading him over to the party. Sitting at the table with Nira was a large Teddy Bear in a tuxedo, a elephant with a top hat and a Barbie doll that's hair had been chopped off.
Angie moved the teddy bear from the seat, waving for Tate to sit in its place. "Sir Bear won't mind switching seats with you."
Nira smirked as she watched her sister dance around with the bear as Tate sat down next to her. "I was beginning to wonder why you ditched me earlier. I see now you got caught up at your scheduled tea party."
Behind his playful words that were meant to poke fun at her, she was lost in the humor as she watched him pretend drink the tea Margaret had poured for him. "This is absolutely marvelous." His fake accent that was meant to come off as distinguished royalty failed short and came off forced and goofy, making Nira laugh uncontrollably.
Tate raised an eyebrow as he looked at the train wreck before him, who actually had the nerve to laugh at him. "Really, you've sure got some nerve to laugh at me?"
Tate grabbed hold of one of the uneven pigtails before tossing it to the side, bringing to her attention just exactly what he meant. He used his thumb to wipe some of the smeared lipstick from the side of her lip.
"What, I happen to be the most exquisitely beautiful princess in all the kingdom. I have amazing little princess that keep me looking gorgeous."
She grabbed hold of the girls, dropping to her knees on the ground, tickling them, blowing raspberries on there necks and cheeks. Tate watched in amazement as he saw a side to Nira he never thought could exist. In this breath taking moment he saw the innocence that was deprived from her, in this moment she was youthful and happy.
* End Flashback*