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AN: I know I haven't updated in a while and I am sorry for that, but things have been rough lately and I stopped writing anything for a while. It was like I lost the will to do anything I used to, but I am trying to get passed that back to doing things I enjoy. I hope you all will bear with me and this chapter was just me testing it out and getting a feel for it once again.
"Violet, are you sure this is a good idea?" Tate eyed the dark building shrouded in shadows nervously. Usually he would be the first one to suggest devious and potentially law breaking behavior, but deep in his heart the blond boy knew his girlfriend had only suggest this because of the trauma of the events earlier in the day which had taken place in that very building. "How about we head back to the hotel? We can call your friend from school, the one you said had the best weed in Boston; how does that sound?"
Violet shook her head causing her hair to fall in her eyes. "You said we could do whatever would make me feel better right? Well this would definitely make me feel better."
He frowned, especially when he felt her right hand slide down his chest to tug at his belt. Luckily no body was around since it was late which mean they didn't have to worry about getting caught trespassing on the private property of the funeral home where Vivian Harmon's body would be brought to the next day in order to get her set up in the coffin for the upcoming funeral in a few days time.
Reaching down he placed his hand over hers to haunt her movements even as she backed him until he was hitting the brick wall of the building. "And I meant what I said, but-"
Big brown eyes blinked up at him as she pouted cutting him off before he could finish. "Don't you want me?"
Tate groaned when she bit her bottom lip. She already knew the answer to her own question, they both knew that. She was simply playing him to get what she wanted and damn was getting good at manipulation. "That's not fair and you know it; I always want you Vi."
"So we're on the same page then?" She smiled brightly before leaning up on her tiptoes so she could kiss him. "You want me, I want you, now all you have to do is take me. I want you to take me, I need you right here right now. Fuck the memories of casket shopping right out of my mind can you do that for me? Please Tate?"
It was then the teen psychopath knew he had lost. He could never deny her even when he probably should and this instance was no difference. Not bothering to continue and argument he had no chance of winning, Tate instead wrapped his arms around Violets waist hoisting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist before spinning them around so her back was now pressed against the cold stone. His lips molded against hers as he started to grind against her going hard immediately because with Violet it never took much.
If this was what she needed then he would give it to her. The only reason he had hesitated in the first place was because he was worried it wasn't what she wanted and yet apparently he had been wrong. He knew people dealt with death and loss in their own way and if this was Violet's way of dealing he was cool with that because honestly? In his opinion fucking away the pain was better than slicing herself up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Plus he would be able to make sure she didn't take things to far or do something stupid since obviously she wouldn't be fucking anyone other him, ever if he had his way.
The blond boy was shoved out of his thoughts when he felt a small warm hand on his dick. He had not even felt her undo his jeans or pull down the zipper. A smirk took over his lips for a moment. It should not have surprised him considering the love of his life was manipulative and sneaky even though she usually pretended she wasn't or at the very least pretended she did not realize she was even though deep down they both knew the truth of the matter, but pretending was more for, it made things that much more interesting.
"Are you this hard for me or does the thought of rotting corpses get you hot?" The words slipped past her lips causing her boyfriend a moments pause since usually Violet kept the dirty talk to a minimum.
"Oh definitely the corpses." He teased as her other hand reached up to brush his blond locks out of his eyes. Meeting her eyes with his own dark orbs he spoke more seriously this time around. "You're all I have ever wanted, all I will ever want. All I have to do is look at you and I'm ready for you. Fuck Vi, I walk around hard most of the time. Seriously, you would never believe the looks I get, especially at school. Since meeting you I have a constant boner. I'm surprised I didn't develop carpal tunnel from all the jerking off I've done."
Violet burst out laughing upon hearing this. A little bit of the seriousness surrounding them left. "Aw, you poor baby. However do you handle such a heavy burden?"
Tate smiled brightly while using his free hand to reach up under her skirt and shove her panties to the side before slowly thrusting inside of her. "Well I have this amazingly sexy girlfriend who I love and despite what she may think she has a really rocking body and-"
She cut him off with a kiss followed by a declaration of truth. "I love you Tate Langdon. I love you so much it consumes me; sometimes it even scares me. Since my mom died I thought about killing myself, but I haven't and do you know why? Because of you. The thought of leaving you causes a pain unlike any other I have ever known and I would never ask you to do it with me since that would be selfish and you deserve better than that. I was going to suggest we do it together tonight, but you changed my mind. I don't really want to die Tate, not now that I have you to make me feel so alive."
No more words were needed after that. The. Pace of his thrusting remained slow and steady, but that was ok with him because Tate realized Violet needed this. She didn't need violent or rough sex to forget her pain. She needed a reminder that someone loved her and he was willing to be that for her, for as long as she needed, for always. As long as Violet needed an anchor to keep her tethered Tate would be there not just because he loved her, but also because she had saved him when he needed it even though at the time she had no idea.
The boy psychopath was smart enough to know that if Violet hadn't shown up when she did, he would be in the ground with a body count as high as he could have managed. He would have blown away everyone at Westfield before coming home, killing Addie and Beau since he would never leave them in the care of his worthless mother, before going upstairs and waiting for the swat team to arrive and end his life in a blaze of glory. That is what would have happened point blank no questions asked and yet here he was alive, warm, heart beating, inside of the girl he loved. Life could get no better than this moment and she was the one to thank for that.
"I'd do anything for you Vi." He murmured against her throat as his lips burned a fiery trail along the length of her collarbone. His thrusts hard started to become for frenzied and he wanted to tear her clothing from her body, but considering it was fucking freezing he figured he would keep them both clothed until they got back to the hotel. "I'd die for you, kill for you; all you need do is ask and I would do it."
Grabbing his chin between her fingers and squeezing gently she questioned him. "Do you really mean it? Would you do anything for me? Anything?"
Her nails digging into his flesh pushed Tate over the edge and came with a shudder only after feeling her convulse around him. "Anything, just name it."
"Well there is one thing I could use your help with."
TBC...
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