CAUTION: Smut Warning!

Steam started to meander its way out from under the bathroom door and into the hallway, and with it the sound of Violet's voice singing along to a song. It was a classic rock song, not one of those repetitive pop trash songs they play nowadays.

Her pitch was off, and the tempo seemed to be a bit too fast, but to Tate it was the most beautiful sound in the world. He sat directly across from the wooden door, his head against the wall and his eyes closed. His foot tapped along with the mismatched beat of Violet's voice and his hands gripped his knees.

Tate did this quite often, he waited outside the door for Violet. Not that he would never tell her that, she'd punch him in the face if she knew. But he felt like he had to protect her, even though she was dead and didn't want anything to do with him most of the time. They had been trying to be friends, they would make awkward small talk and Tate would try to find any reason to make physical contact. Even the smallest thing made his day, like when they passed each other on the stairs and their arms brushed.

The biggest step had been when they spent a whole afternoon in the attic with Beau, not talking, just rolling the ball back and forth. Tate didn't know about Violet, but he knew he and Beau had the time of their lives.

Even though these little moments with Violet were great, and something he would never take for granted, he couldn't help but want her. Like really want her. When their arms would brush on the stairs Tate just wanted to rip off her clothes, shove her against the wall and taste her. God, she tasted like sweet nectar, it was like trying to keep a delicious red wine away from an alcoholic.

Tate's attention snapped back when the singing stopped but the water continued to run. He sat up a little straighter and leaned towards the door. The water and the door were muffling the sound in the bathroom, making it hard for Tate to hear anything at all. Through the sound of pounding water he could have sworn he heard a groan.

Tate's mind automatically flashed to him dragging Violet's unconscious body down the hallway and into the bathroom. The sound of the water and her groans as her life slipped away would forever haunt his memories.

As soon as Tate heard a second groan he jumped to his feet and made his way past the door, without a sound. Advantages of being dead.

Without the door muffling the noise, he quickly realized that what he thought were groans of distress were actually moans of pleasure. He could make her shape out through the shower curtain, and the silhouette of her with her knees slightly bent and her hand between her legs was almost enough to make him explode on the spot.

Just when he didn't think he could handle anymore her perfect angelic voice softly moaned, "Tate."

He was frozen, in place, almost unsure that he heard her correctly.

"Uh, yes Tate, harder. Harderrr…"

As her breathing picked up there was only one thing that he could think to do, and that was to let her know he was in here.

"Oh! Tate!" She exclaimed, her voice getting louder as she got closer and closer to orgasm.

" Yes Vi?"

At the sound of his voice, the moans and the whispers of his name stopped. Her body straightened like a rigid board, and he could see her fingers wrap around the edge of the shower curtain and pull it to the side just so she could stick her head out.

"Tate? What the hell are you doing in here?!" Her face was turning five shades of red, not with embarrassment, but with anger.

"I thought you were in tro-"

"You thought I was in trouble? Does it look like I'm in trouble?"

"Well-"

"Well I'm not, so get the fuck out of the bathroom Tate."

Tate took a few steps towards the shower and he could see her shooting daggers at him with her eyes, but he chose to ignore them.

"What I was going to say is, yes. Yes, it does look like you're in trouble." He ran his fingers through his blonde wavy hair before curing his fingers around the hem of his shirt. With one swift movement the shirt was off his body and lying on the white bathroom tiles. "Vi, you need me. I could hear your moans, and I can go harder baby. So. Much Harder."

With each of those words he made another step towards the bathtub until he was standing right in front of Violet.

She looked him up and down before reaching her hands out so she could undo his belt buckle. After struggling with it, and with Tate's help she finally got it undone and then pulled him into the bathtub with her.

The water poured down on them as she undid the rest of Tate's pants and pulled both the jeans and the boxers down in one motion. His hands quickly found Violet's breasts and he cupped them as he bent down to capture her lips with his.

Tate started to move his mouth down to Violet's other set of lips, but before he could she pulled him back up.

"No, no foreplay. I need you. Now."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Tate pushed her bare back up against the cold tiled wall and thrust into her all at once. He attacked her mouth like it was his only supply of oxygen, and he had asthma.

"This doesn't change anything. We are not together." Violet panted as she moved her mouth down to bite his shoulder.

"Just tell me then you want it harder babe."

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xoxo~Emi