AN: End of the story! Check out my other Violate fic, Mr. Sandman.

I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her.

For the next week, Violet and Tate consumed the rest of the contents in the bag. The two were trapped in a heaven within hell. Days and hours begin to blend into each other, time had been forgotten. For now, Tate and Violet let their minds be twisted by the blissful kiss of their illusions.

The last fleeting moment of heaven the two shared together, was in the shower. To them they believed they were being cleansed by the cool touch of a waterfall made of magic. Tate's hands roamed over his nymph as she moaned to his every caress. Lifting one of her legs over his hip, Tate pushed her against is own body and entered her moist cavern. "Violet, look at me."

The girl complied and soon they were lost in each other. Once they were satisfied, the two dried off, and withdrawed back to their domain. The euphoria induced teens lied on their backs as their feet dangled out the window. As the sun began to vanish behind the horizon, their heaven did as well.

Tate gripped Violet's hand in fear. "I don't want to leave yet," he cried as reality soon came back to them. The walls around them dissolved back to the familiar dark walls of hell.

"Just like Adam and Eve casted from the garden of Eden," Violet whispered as tears silently fell from her eyes. She rolled her head over to look at Tate. His free hand was covering his eyes, as sure not to let Violet see his weakness. He was the one to let go of her hand and turn over.

"Now that we've been thrown out, I should leave." Tate began to push himself off the floor without looking at Violet. Before he could even stand, he was pinned back to the ground by Violet, who wore only an overly large shirt.

"Are you going to leave me now that I need you? I can't survive in this hell by myself," she cried against his neck.

"I thought- I just believed that you only took me in because we were high. I knew that when this was over you'd just send me away again. I'd rather leave before you do that again to me, Vi." His words were choked out as he stayed motionless. Only his eyes betrayed him.

A shock riveted the boy's body as Violet bit down on a sensitive spot on his neck. "I didn't say you could leave me. You're trapped here with me Tate. Don't forget that. You're all that I have left." The small girl climbed on top of Tate and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Do you dare leave me here? Can you do it Tate? After all we've been through, you're willing to walk away just because we've returned to this rotting hell?"

Tate brushed away the girl's spilling tears away. He sat up and cradled her in his arms and captured her lips with his own. "I'll never leave you. You're the only light that was left behind. It's enough for me to get by."

That night, the two made love that was full of grief and sorrow. Neither of the two spoke. It was the first time the lovers had been together sober and fully aware of each other's past sins. Violet had bruised Tate and left scratch marks in spite of what he had done to her, but he didn't mind. The marks he left her brought him back to reality.

The pain Violet inflicted on him was real. No bullshit. He was lucky enough that they were close that she could even achieve it. Once the two were out of energy, Violet fell asleep with tearstained cheeks. Tate just held her in his arms, protecting her from the harsh reality that had found them.

By morning, Violet was smoking out the window with glassy eyes. "Do you think we can ever return, Tate?" She looked over to him to show that she had been crying since she woke.

Removing himself from the bed, Tate came up behind Violet and leaned against her. "Never. But we can make one of our own if we truly wanted to," he slowly trailed off as his finger weaved between Violets.

The next few days were more hectic than usual. Violet would either shun away Tate in silence; attempt to pierce her skin with the tip of a blade and Tate would break down from Violet's torture, he would try and control the demons in him. Neither of the two left the room, instead they faced each other.

On the sixth morning, after leaving their Nirvana, Violet's eyes were fixated on the breaking of dawn. "Tate, look." Coming up behind her, Tate pulled a blanket over their two nude forms as they watched the most fantastic sunrise that L.A. could offer.

Taking one of Violet's hand, Tate began to lead her outside of the window. "Come with me." Instead of answering with words, the girl just followed his lead. Helping her down the side of the house, Tate lead her to the backyard and pulled her up a tree that Tate had climbed as a kid.

Tate leaned against the tree and Violet against him. The two didn't speak a word, they just sat in silence, watching the sunrise.

The boy's heart twitched when Violet wrapped his arms around her stomach and she relaxed into his front. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked, tightening her grip on his forearm.

Chuckling felt foreign, "you're more than beautiful, Vi, you're perfect," he whispered tenderly.

"I feel like I can trust you with everything but that," she barely said above a breath.

Tate upturned Violet's chin to have her stare at him with watery eyes. "What' gotten into you Vi?" He suddenly felt concerned for her reaction.

"I'm just a girl Tate. I don't have curves; my chest is that of a fucking girl. I'll never be a woman fit for you. I don't know how to seduce men like Hayden and Moira, I'm not wonderful as Nora, I'm not sexy like my….mother," she said the last word breaking her into pieces.

Tate was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to comfort a girl with insecurity issues. He had never heard Violet speak of her envies of her appeal. He wanted to tell Violet that she was better than sexy, she could bring him to his knees with a smile, and her body was that of an angel perfect in his arms. But he knew he couldn't say that, she'd call bullshit on it. He had to answer her soon.

His hold on her tightened and he buried his face between her neck and shoulder. A small trail of kisses he placed on her sent small shivers up her arms. "Vi, I can tell you for the rest of the days that you're more important to me than salvation itself. I can tell you you're beautiful for the rest of our days but that word can't even begin to describe you. God, Vi, if only you knew what you do to me."

One of Tate's hand wandered off from her stomach and found its way to her thigh. He traced small circles around before venturing on. Lifting one leg off the branch, Tate braced her leg with his arm and caressed the patch above her warm core. "The way you sound drives me crazy," he breathed huskily into her ear as he slid one finger over her entrance, causing Violet to whimper. "The way you feel shatters my sanity" slowly inserting a finger in, Violet tried to lean into his touch without losing her balance. She needed him in her, the painful knot began to tighten in her as she felt herself rising.

Violet encircled Tate's neck as he pumped his finger in and out with her juices flowing onto his skin. "Never forget Vi, you're the one I love."

Pushing away Tate's hands, Violet turned around in his arms and grasped two branches on the side of Tate's head. "Prove it to me," she pleaded.

Helping her secure her legs around his waist, Tate pushed the blanket over Violet's shoulder, to keep her to his eyes only. Tate took hold of his hardened length and guided his tip to her entrance. He helped Violet find a comfortable position to take him in. When he was fully in, the two teens shuttered at the feel, Violet, letting a small sound escape.

Wrapping his arms around her lower back, Tate unleashed an attack of nips at her neck. "You're mine Violet. You're my goddess. Every inch of you is heaven itself. You're not a girl Vi, you're mine," he growled out against her flesh as Violet began to teasingly roll her hips.

"Tate, ahh…" The sound of Violet's raspy voice sent Tate over the edge. One day he'll have to show her the insanity she stabbed into him. Forcing her hips down against his brought Violet to a quick climax, but not Tate, he wasn't finished.

Each time Tate re-entered his lover's flexing walls, he moaned into her arm, and she would gasp in pleasure, not caring if the bark bite into his skin. He wouldn't let this moment end, this was the closest they have been to their gates of heaven since their comedown.

"Fuck, Vi!" He groaned out as he spilled his sticky fluid into his angel's body. The two slumped against the tree trunk with a drunken passion embedded into their bodies.

Tracing the long line of her spine, Tate smiled at how lucky he was to have a wonderfully crazy maiden in his arms. During their stay in Eden, the two bonded in an unexplainable ways. They had absorbed each other's energy, expanded into one another to the point they were one.

Violet sheepishly kissed the underside of Tate's chin. "I love you," she whispered into his throat.

Tate tightened his hold on his woman, if only she could only begin to understand the feeling he harbored in his heart for her. He'd have the rest of eternity to show her. They would turn this hell into their heaven, even if it takes time, its' not like they were going anywhere anytime soon.

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her

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AN: Had to finish it off with tree sex. Splee!