Violet could feel the sun hitting her eyes and warming her face as she slowly woke up. The more conscious she became the more her head started to pound. It felt like someone was hitting her forehead with a hammer. She groaned as she covered her eyes with her hands.
"I was wondering when you were going to wake up." Tate's voice murmured from beside her. Violet's eyes shot open. She realized she wasn't in her bedroom. She wasn't in her bed. She started to panic, trying to remember the events from last night but couldn't recall anything. Her hands instinctively moved to lift the bed sheet up, making sure that she was dressed.
Tate chuckled at Violet's panicked movements. "Don't worry. We didn't have drunken sex last night." Tate wanted to continue with "even though you were begging for it", but he decided that starting a fight so early in the morning was probably not the best idea. He was still a little angry with Violet.
Violet turned her head to the side, looking at Tate. He was leaning back against the headboard and looking down at where she was lying on her back. "How did I get here?"
"Well it all started when your mommy and daddy fell in love…" Tate joked, and Violet moved to smack his arm, but her head started to ache even more.
"Don't be an ass." She growled as she covered her face with her hands again. "What happened last night?"
"Besides you getting shit faced?"
Violet peeked from the cracks of her fingers. "I can't remember anything."
Tate nodded his head. "I figured you wouldn't remember… Don't worry. Nothing happened."
Violet nodded slowly before she pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Owe…" She whimpered as she cradled her head in her hands.
"Here…" Tate handed Violet a glass. "Drink it. It will help with your hangover."
Violet took a sip of the soupy liquid in the glass. "This tastes like shit." She coughed as the liquid burned her throat.
"But it works."
Violet took a few more small sips before handing the glass back to Tate. "I'm sorry…"
"For what?" Tate asked as he put the glass on the side table.
Violet shook her head. "For everything. For last night."
Tate shrugged. "Shit happens." The words came out more bitter than he intended.
"You're mad." Violet looked up at Tate through the hair that had fallen in her eyes.
Tate shook his head and moved to tuck Violet's hair behind her ear so that he could see her eyes more clearly. "It's not that I'm mad… I'm just… Forget it. It's nothing."
"No. Tell me. What did I do?" Violet took one of Tate's hands in hers.
"You just said something last night that took a toll on my emotions."
"Was it bad? Mean? I'm sorry for whatever I said. I'm sure I didn't mean it."
Tate nodded, trying not to show how upset he was. "Yea, you right. You probably didn't mean it." He had been trying to convince himself all morning that Violet hadn't meant to confess that she loved him.
Violet smiled. "Thank you for taking care of me. I know you've been avoiding me lately. Thank you for not abandoning me last night."
"I would never leave you at a party when you're dunk. And I wasn't avoiding you…"
Violet gave Tate a look.
"Okay, maybe I was avoiding you a little, but it was only because I can't stand being around you and not being able to touch you. Or kiss you. Or act like we're together. I can't hide how I feel about you."
Violet sighed. "We keep going around in circles about this… I told you…"
Tate let go of Violet's hand and stood up from the bed, running his hands over his face in frustration. "God damn it! How many times do I have to say it? I don't care what your father says. I want to be with you!"
Violet moved onto her knees. "You wouldn't care if my dad got so angry that he kicked you off the track team? Or if he grounded me just to keep me from you? He has a bad temper, Tate. You don't want to deal with that."
Tate moved so that he was standing at the edge of the bed, almost eye level with Violet. "I don't care as long as I get to be with you."
Violet shook her head. "This isn't some fairytale. You can't say things like that."
Tate's hands cupped Violet's face. "I mean what I say, Vi. I just need you."
Violet's hands covered Tate's. "I'm scared…"
"I will never let anybody or anything hurt you. I swear." Tate whispered before leaning forward and gently pressing his lips against Violet's. "Let's just try. Please." His words whispered against Violet's lips, making her whimper.
"I don't know." Violet whispered before Tate's lips were moving against hers again. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him. His lips pulled at hers as his tongue ran along her bottom lip. Tate pulled away when Violet opened her mouth to him.
"Please." He whispered. His lips moved along her jaw line and down her neck.
Violet moaned. "Maybe…"
"Come on, Violet." Tate murmured against Violet's soft skin. He places open mouthed kisses on her neck. His tongue flickered, tasting her skin.
Violet bit her lip, hesitating. She gasped when Tate's teeth nipped at her skin. "Okay." It was barely a whisper.
"Okay?" Tate pulled back and looked in Violet's eyes.
"Yea. Okay."
Tate smiled. "Okay." He moved to connect their lips again, but Violet held up her hand.
"One condition."
Tate arched an eyebrow.
Violet's eyes moved down to his pants and then back up to his eyes. "Take 'em off."
Tate chuckled as he stood up, winking at Violet. "Anything you want." His hands moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Violet licked her lips as her eyes roamed over Tate's toned chest. She watched with focused eyes as his fingers worked at unhooking his belt before he slid down his pants and boxers. Violet's eyes grew wide when she saw just how big Tate really was.
"You look like a little kid on Christmas morning." Tate teased as he looked at Violet's expression.
Violet blushed and looked up at him. "I like this present." She winked at him.
"Come here." Tate murmured. Violet scooted forward on her knees until she was on the edge of the bed. She gently moved her fingers against Tate's chest, making goose bumps appear all over his skin. Tate's fingers played with the hem of Violet's sweater, occasionally dipping under to fabric to tickle her skin. He pulled the sweater up and over her head when Violet's hands got close to his arousal.
His eyes focused on the same purple bra that she had been wearing that day in the locker room. "I've been dreaming about taking this damn thing off of you." He growled as his hands moved to her back, working on the clasp of the bra. Violet smiled and bit her lips, arching her chest towards him. Tate smiled triumphantly when he finally got the clasp undone, sliding the fabric down Violet's arms.
Violet shivered as the cold air in the room hit her breasts. Tate's eyes were frozen on her chest. "Now who looks like a kid on Christmas?" Violet teased.
"You're so fucking gorgeous." Tate murmured.
Violet giggled as she placed a finger under Tate's chin and pulled his gaze up to meet hers. "You know, staring is fun, but I think you'll like touching better." Violet took Tate's hands in hers, pressing them against her breasts. Tate's eyes moved back down to her chest as he kneaded her soft skin in his hands. Violet bit her lip to keep from moaning loudly. She could feel herself getting aroused under Tate's ministrations.
Tate leaned forward and placed kisses along Violet's collarbone before moving lower and replacing one of his hands with his mouth. Violet couldn't hold in her moan as Tate's tongue flicked against her hard nipple. Her fingers were knotted in his hair, pushing his mouth closer to her chest.
His hands moved down her sides, hooking his fingers into the band of Violet's leggings. His mouth moved to her neglected breast as he pushed her leggings and underwear down her slender legs.
Violet whimpered when Tate pulled his mouth away from her. His eyes looked into hers and were blazing with lust. "Sit back." His voice was dark and low.
Violet sat back and moved her legs in front of her. Tate pulled Violet's leggings and underwear off of her feet. "Lie back." He murmured. Violet bit her lip and slowly moved backward until she was flat against the bed. She could feel her nerves rolling in her stomach as Tate moved to hover over her.
Tate pressed his lips against Violet's gently as he settled himself between her legs. Violet whimpered when she felt his length brush against her core.
"Tate?" Violet didn't realize she had said his name in a questioning way until after she said it.
Tate looked at her. He could hear the nervousness in Violet's voice. "Is everything okay?"
Violet nodded quickly. "Yea. Yes. I'm just… I've never…"
Tate's brow knitted in confusion. "Wait… You've never done this before."
Violet shook her head and worried her lip between her teeth. "No… Is that okay? Do you not want to anymore? Should we stop?" Violet was rambling.
Tate pressed a finger against her lips, stopping her questions. "Take a breath." He watched as Violet inhaled and exhaled a large gulp of air. "I'm sorry, Vi."
"For what?"
"For taking this too fast. I just thought that you had done this before because you're so confident. I should've asked."
Violet reached up and cupped Tate's cheek. "It's okay. I'm just not too sure on what to do now."
Tate smiled against her palm, moving his cheek against her smooth hand. "Are you sure you're ready?"
"Yes. Please… I want to."
Tate nodded and pressed his lips to Violet's again. This time the kiss was slow and sensual. His lips pushed and pulled against hers. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking for entrance. Violet opened her mouth to him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling his chest against hers. She lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around his hip, pushing her hips into his. Tate groaned into the kiss when Violet's heat pressed against his length.
"We'll take it slow." He murmured against her lips.
Violet shook her head. "I don't want to go slow. I need you. Right now."
Tate groaned at her words, trying to find his control. "I don't want to hurt you, Violet."
"You won't. I'll be fine. I promise." She pulled Tate's lips back to hers as one of her hands moved between them and wrapped around Tate's length.
"Condom." Violet murmured. Tate nodded and reached over to the side table, pulling a condom out and unwrapping it. Violet took it from his hand and rolled it down his shaft.
"Tate, please." Violet begged. He whimpered against her lips as her hand moved his length against her core.
Tate reached down and pulled Violet's hand away from him, threading his fingers in between hers as he pushed her hand above her head. Violet gasped and squeezed Tate's hand when he pushed into her. Tate bit his lip to keep his control.
"Are you okay?" He growled.
Violet nodded, gripping Tate's shoulder with her free hand. "Just don't stop. Please, don't stop."
"I couldn't if I tried." Tate mumbled against Violet's skin as he started to rock his hips against hers. Violet felt the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched start to ease with each thrust. Soon she was pushing her hips up to meet Tate's thrusts. Tate's pelvic bone hit her sensitive bundle of nerves every time he pushed deeply into her.
Tate's name was falling from Violet's lips in breathy whispers every few seconds. She was digging her nails into his hand and shoulder blade. Tate was biting and marking Violet's soft skin with his kisses. Both of them could feel their releases building.
"Fuck, Violet…" Tate groaned. He could feel Violet start to shake under him. "Just let go, baby. Let go." He whispered into her ear.
"Tate!" Violet cried out as her release shook through her small frame. She wrapped her legs around Tate's waist to try and hold him to her. Tate moaned loudly as his release spilled out of him. Tate's arm gave out, and he collapsed on to Violet's chest. He moved to roll off of her, but her arms held him close. She ran her fingers up and down his back as both of their breathing slowed.
Tate moved off of Violet when her hands dropped to her sides. They both lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling.
"Oh my god…" Violet moaned as she ran her hands over her face.
"I hope you meant that in a good way."
Violet laughed. "Oh. I meant it in the best way." She turned onto her side and smiled at Tate. "That was amazing."
Tate took one of her hands in his. "It was." He smiled. "Violet?"
"Hmm?"
"I lied when I said that nothing happened last night."
Violet tilted her head to the side. "What do you mean?"
Tate's face turned red. "Well… You said something before you fell asleep." Violet arched an eyebrow in question. "You said that… You said that you loved me." Violet was silent. "And I know that you were drunk! And you probably didn't mean it… I just want you to know that I love you. You don't have to say it back! It's okay. I just wanted you to kn…" Tate's words were cut off by Violet placing her hand over his mouth.
"Do you really think that I don't love you? I just gave myself to you in every way. I want to be with you. Hell, I'm going to tell my dad that we're together. Of course I love you, idiot."
Tate pulled Violet's hand away, revealing a big smile. "Oh, good."
Violet giggled and shook her head. "No more talking." She murmured before she pressed her lips to Tate's.
This chapter was a BIG step in Violet and Tate's relationship! I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews are loved almost as much as I love all of you. XD