"I know what I heard, Violet. Do you need me to make you do it again... Or am I just that good?" Tate's words rang in her ears, reaching her mind at an impossibly embarrassing speed of slow. He was so close that she could smell the faintest hint of cigarette smoke, that clung to one of the sweaters he wore most often. Her breathing stopped, hitching in her throat for a moment as she let a small laugh out through her nostrils. Moving her head back a bit, so her personal space wasn't so invaded, she ran her tongue across her lips. She watched his eyes follow her every move.
"You're crazy, you know that?" She tried sarcasm, with a blunt hint of dry humour as an attempt to beat him. "Breaking into my bedroom, hearing things... Certifiably insane, you are. You might want to get that checked out." Her expression read confidence, through and through. There was no way she had done such a thing as moan his name in her sleep. She wasn't even dreaming about him! Well... It certainly hadn't been one of those dreams. Either way, Violet Harmon was not one to back down after a few words whispered in her ear.
Tate, however, seemed amused, instead of what she really wanted him to feel. "You want to do this the hard way, then?" His head tilted a bit, that stupid lopsided smile returning to his lips, before he let out an exaggerated sigh. Before Violet could have even hoped to formulate a reply, she found herself pinned to the bed, her wrists trapped in an impressively tight grip. Tate was hovering over top of her, seeming to delight in the way her mouth had parted, surprise forcing her into an expression of confusion. The silence lingered between them, hovering in the air that they both were breathing, recycled after a few shallow breaths. Tate simply stared at her, the dark of his eyes unblinkingly staring into hers. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, thumping away at an incredibly loud volume. It was so loud that she would swear that Tate could hear it.
If he hadn't before, he certainly must have when he was suddenly closer, his lips connecting with hers to press a gentle kiss. It was a contrast, compared to the slight discomfort from how tightly he was holding her wrists. Hesitantly, she kissed him back, their mouths moving together in a surprisingly fragile way. A few seconds passed, however, before Tate suddenly shifted his position, so he was straddling her by the waist, his knees resting on either side of her hips. She was completely trapped beneath him, unable to protest as her lips were still engaged with his.
The kiss grew more passionate; his teeth tugged at her bottom lip, pushing against the tender skin until the faintest taste of iron was invading Violet's mouth. She wriggled a bit, her body desperate to move, instead of being trapped in such a constricting way. Without warning, he pulled back, leaving her to make an embarrassing gasp for air. Again, his lips were near her ear, murmuring soft and low in a way that made her lower stomach pool with heat. "Stop squirming, Vi. I'm gonna make you feel good... Promise."
While Violet was usually witty and filled with hundreds of sharp comebacks, her mind was utterly blank at this moment. She simply half-nodded, half-turned her head to look at him, eyebrows pulled down in a slight fashion of worry. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips in nervous anticipation as Tate's head dipped down, his lips finding their way to her neck. He sucked at the skin, gently coercing the pale flesh to produce an array of marks. Each new one that he made caused Violet's head to rush, her cheeks flushing a light pink. No boy had ever touched her like this before... and from what she could tell, Tate was just getting started.
Eventually, Tate had reached her ear, gently biting the soft part of the lobe, revelling in the soft hum of appreciation that slipped from Violet's throat. "You're a virgin..." The words were hot against her skin. Not a question – a statement. She floundered for a moment, wondering if she should be insulted that he would make such an assumption.
"Y-yeah? How would you know, asshole?" There. That was better. At least she managed to get one more Violet-worthy response instead of just lying there like a dead fish.
However, the chuckle that sounded in his throat made her wonder if she had tested him at the wrong time. Suddenly he manoeuvred her arms so that one of his hands held both of her wrists, pinned above her head so that one of his hands were free. Without any warning whatsoever, his hand slid up her thigh, underneath the skirt she was wearing and past the waistband of her leggings. As his fingers connected with the front of her underwear, she realized for the first time how wet she was, a surprised groan passing her lips. Her cheeks, previously pink, turned a deep crimson that crawled down her neck, fleshing out across her chest.
"Virgins get wet so easily..." He drawled, words slow like molasses in the air, the emphasis he put on 'so' making her tempted to smack him across the face. However, that thought was quickly thrown from her mind as he was letting go of her wrists, finally giving her some freedom as his hands grasped greedily at the fabric of her dress, tugging it off of her easily before he threw it across the room, already working on ridding her of the pesky leggings. As he slid them down her legs, he made sure to watch her the entire time, the corner of his mouth lifted into a self-righteous smirk. He was loving seeing her like this. Before undressing her, he had shifted downwards, so he was no longer pinning her to the bed with his legs or torso.
The slightly cold air raised goosebumps on her skin and suddenly, she felt self conscious about someone, especially Tate, seeing her so exposed. Her arms moved to cross over her chest, gaze averting from the boy above her in a moment of self doubt. Tate, however, was having none of that. "Violet," he started, tone serious as he gently pried her arms away, pushing them down to the bed again. "Don't. You're beautiful... Trust me." He waited a moment, as if he were forcing the words to sink in before he let go of her arms, lips slowly kissing her neck once more. Violet tried to ignore the fact that she felt too naked, grateful for the fact that she still had her underwear and bra on.
Tate's thin fingers ran up her sides, fingernails dragging against the visible and delicate outline of her ribcage that poked through the thin and pale skin. They trailed back down again, to grasp her hipbones in a possessive way, hard enough to make her gasp, trailing off into a moan as he bit a rather sensitive spot above her collarbone. Before she knew it, he was trailing his way down her body, lips caressing every inch of her previously untainted skin that he could reach. It felt like his lips produced fire – a fire that centred between her legs, growing hotter by the second. As he reached the bottom of her stomach, teeth lingering near her hips, he glanced up at her, his eyes set in a gaze that made her swallow the sudden lump in her throat.
Lanky fingers hooked around the top of her underwear, slowly working it down across the thin planes of her thighs, over her knees and finally, to the floor to join the rest of her clothes. His hands gently ran up her legs again, before he parted them, a devilish grin making Violet's mind go numb. Though she had no idea what he was doing, she figured it out fairly quickly when she felt a sudden heat on her most sensitive parts. Tate's mouth. She practically jerked away from surprise, propping herself up on her elbows as she gave him an extremely questioning look.
"Tate, what the fuck are you..." Violet paused, rendered speechless by a particularly long swipe of his tongue against her clit. "O-oh." She knew she sounded stupid, especially as she fell back onto the soft comfort of her pillows again, her fingers threading through the slightly messy mop of hair on top of his head. Whatever he was doing, it was magical, no matter how much the thought of Tate's mouth down there made her somewhat weirded out. What if she tasted bad? Who even thought of doing something like that? But she couldn't think about these things long, for now the blonde was literally sucking the sensitive bud, gently tugging it between his teeth. Violet was a mess. She tried her hardest to hold back the ridiculous sound she was making, though it wasn't necessarily because of her father downstairs on the couch. It was more for the sake of her pride.
But pride was thrown out the metaphorical window when two of Tate's fingers were suddenly sliding inside of her. It was uncomfortable at first, feeling slightly like they didn't belong there. He must have noticed the small noise of unease that she made, for he lifted his face, watching her with concern. "Just relax, Vi. It'll stop hurting, I promise."
She trusted him, giving him a hurried nod, just wanting him to get it the painful part over with. Unsurprisingly, Tate was right. Eventually, the discomfort had slowly shifted into a wonderful thrill that centered in her stomach every time his fingers curled upwards. Her eyes fluttered shut, tongue brushing across her lips for the thousandth time that night. And then, Tate was back to ravishing her with his tongue, his fingers still magnificently coercing her to an unknown feeling. The combination of the two acts were enough to make her incapable of moaning. Instead, her back arched, hips embarrassingly bucking towards Tate as her fingers tried to pull out his hair. In response, Tate pulled his fingers out, holding her by the hips so that she was forced to lie still as he delved right back into pleasuring her. His tongue slipped inside of her, a feeling that felt so devious that it made Violet's thighs clamp around his head.
Without warning, her entire abdomen exploded with a white hot heat, that spread across every inch of her skin, making wherever Tate touched thrill with unexpected pleasure. With heavy breathing, she forced her eyes open, feeling relieved that he was no longer fucking her with his mouth. He waited until she had relaxed, her muscles no longer tensed, before he slowly moved upwards, connecting their lips. She could feel him smiling through the kiss, obviously pleased that he had managed to turn Violet Harmon into a fumbling, moaning mess of a teenage girl. She could taste herself on his lips and though it normally would have freaked her out, she couldn't help but think it was kind of hot.
"I hope that was a good enough apology," he breathed out, his own face looking a bit flushed. A small smile appeared on Violet's lips and she simply nodded, wondering how it was possible to feel so exhausted. Lifting herself a bit, she connected their lips again, lazily running her tongue across his lower lip. He accepted, beginning a gentle pace of exploring each-others mouths. He shifted upwards a bit, pressing his hips between her still open legs, the material of jean rubbing against Violet's still sensitive skin. Pulling away from the kiss, she let out a small gasp, surprised to feel Tate's arousal through his jeans. Staring up at him, she watched as he drew in a slow and even breath, half-lidded eyes watching her carefully.
"Vi, it's okay. I just wanted to make you feel good," he whispered, seeming to pick up on the thought running through her mind. He smiled a bit, though his eyes were still laced with a shimmer of desire, and kissed the side of her mouth, letting his lips linger there. Violet stayed quiet for a few moments, her brain running at a million miles an hour. Her next response surprised even herself.
"I want you to do it."