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Everyone is gone for fourth of July weekend, Violet has hours with him...

Amethyst like diamonds over skin

"Again… please." his hoarse whisper rushed straight between her thighs causing her to squeeze them tight as a familiar ache plagued her like so many times before.

Running her hands gently over the incision that was covered with bandages beneath his ribs, she spoke softly distracted by his obvious pain.

"Again? What do you need, what can I do to help you?"

Resting his fingertips along her throat he captured her attention as he drifted over her skin tenderly until he reached the buttons of her uniform.

Leaning forward he pressed his forehead to hers as he boldly ran his hand beneath her dull grey uniform until he reached her trembling heart.

Sighing, he pressed his palm on the curve of her breast, his eyes fell shut leaving him to concentrate on the rapid beat that was racing just for him.

"My name, please… say it … again. I need to hear it, to know you're really here. Please say my name my savior, my beautiful Violet."

Hypnotized by his angelic face, eyes as deep and black as night, she hesitated for a moment before snapping out of the haze of desire swirling around them both.

Knowing there wasn't much time she reached for the syringe hidden in her shoe.

Pressing her palm to alabaster skin along his cheek, she flipped off the cap, her heart racing with nervous anticipation.

Rasping anxiously she edged his jaw upwards jarring him out of his fixed stare to demand his attention.

"Tate, its me, Violet… I'm here Tate, but I have to work fast, please I need to you to listen to me."

Already feeling himself beginning to slip away, he curled his fingertips around the lapel of her uniform, causing three buttons to rip and fall bouncing in different directions to the ground.

Her image began to ghost as his vision doubled. "No, no not yet, please God."

Shaking her head, knowing time was running out, she cupped his chin.

"Tate listen to me, I have medication I can give you, I think it may work to reverse the affects of the pentothal, I'm hoping it can keep you from going under again, but I'm not a hundred percent sure what will happen if - "

His troubled eyes widened against the coming tide of unwilling unconsciousness that was pulling him under, it was unbearable, to have no control, to see her slipping away again.

Tate's strangled fading breath called out to her as she held the needle in her trembling hand.

"Do it! Please, do it now Violet!"

Nodding nervously she grabbed an alcohol strip and swiped his arm searching for a viable space.

Wincing at the line of holes and collapsed veins Violet, as gently as possible, tied a rubber tourniquet around his arm, searching quickly she made her decision and slid the tip of the needle inside piecing his skin.

Expelling the experimental meds into his system she searched his expression, waiting for a result, hoping that she didn't cause a seizure or worse.

"Please, please." she whispered softly as her eyes flickered up to the clock on the wall.

He was already out, lost to her before the antidote worked its way into his bloodstream.

Sighing heavily, she laid across his bare chest, needing to hear his heartbeat, something that was a part of him, alive, beating within him, anything to take comfort in.

Her uniform was wide open in the front from its missing buttons, leaving her sheer bra in direct contact with the heat penetrating from his skin.

Her pulse was rapid with their connection, she found it strangely erotic, him there asleep, beneath her, his perfect body so still and peaceful, as if made just for her.

Pushing off her shoes, knowing that they had several hours alone, she carefully eased her way onto him staying clear of the bandage that was so tender just minutes before.

Foregoing her usual shyness she slipped the rest of her buttons out of their holes leaving her uniform wide open, parted completely down the middle.

Pulling back the sheet that was stretched just below his hip bones, she gazed down at him with eyes heavy with desire, full of memories, of dreams, that entertained the thought of this body wrapped around hers, intertwined in a twisted haze of not knowing where she began and he ended.

Happy that she left her constricted required tights back in the room, she lifted her bare thigh to rest over his leg just to feel his skin.

Bearing most of the weight on her side, she breathed out stretching her cold fingers over his heart once again desperate to regain the rhythm, the steady beat, forcing her own to keep in time.

Letting her eyes slide shut she sunk into him, it was like heaven, she felt weightless, her pain drifting up, out, and away from her, he was magic, better than any drug.

It was then that she felt it, the tips of his fingers, shaky, unsure, lacing through her honey blonde hair that fanned out against the stark white plane of his chest.

Her eyes snapped open, it was slow to take but the medication had worked, her research and ass kissing to the nerdy lab assistant had paid off.

Curled up on top of him, she froze, unsure of what to do, she was wearing nothing but a the thin material of her bra and panties.

Violet's heart fluttered unsteadily, worried, knowing that she would soon have the answer to her question.

Tate was desperate for help, that was clear, but strong feelings had developed, she just wasn't sure if it was just one sided.

Her pride was wavering on a cliff that might as well been a hundred feet high, she was bearing her soul, vulnerable, more so than any time in her life.

For the first time this was her doing, there was no turning back, no way to explain, the moment of truth was hovering just above her threatening to crush her and any hope she had of surviving her trials here at Briarcliff.

Holding her breath she heard him begin to speak, his hoarse raspy tone rushing over her cold skin, lifting the tiny hairs on the back of her neck, slicking the space between her thighs.

"Am I dreaming? Because Violet… when I dream… I dream of you."

Slowly she turned, lifting her cheek from his chest to stare up into the beauty of his face, that was now flushed with the rush of waking with a half naked girl lying on top of him intimately holding him close.

His breath caught in his throat as her whiskey colored eyes rose up to trap him in her gaze.

Keeping her stare fixated on him she let her hand roam to the edge of the bandage that wrapped around his side.

"Am I hurting you?"

He melted into her image, memorizing each detail of her face, the curve of her lips as she spoke, the rosy hue of her cheeks as her bashfulness revealed itself when she shifted her weight over him.

"There are many ways you could hurt me Violet, believe me, but you lying on top of me is not one of them."

Tate's directness was welcomed, even encouraged as a rush of hot dampness found its way from her white cotton panties to the thin material of his boxer shorts.

His gut clenched knowing that just a few words from him caused this reaction, he was sure now, after all these midnight visits, and unsolicited kind acts, that she saw more than just a helpless victim in him.

With one hip slung over his thigh, leaving her body exposed for him, she reached for the edges of her uniform to pull them close, suddenly feeling as if she crossed a line.

Still struggling for clarity as the drug took effect he stilled her hand shaking his head weakly.

"Please don't, you feel so good… I'm burning up Violet. I need you, just lay here with me. I don't expect anything more."

There were so many questions she had, so many scenarios that had played out in her head of what had happened to him, why he was there.

But all that could wait, it felt as if suddenly time had stopped, giving them a rest, a reprieve from the hell they were both caught up in, she didn't want to ruin it with an interrogation.

Blinking slowly he worked to get her into focus, she looked like a mythical creature, a golden fairy flying down from the heavens, taking the form of a beautiful girl just to be with him.

A smile appeared across his beautiful face momentarily before getting lost in the seriousness of the moment realizing the danger she was in if they were to get caught.

Looking side to side, then up the clock on the wall he shuddered, as if an electrical shock rippled through him.

"It's not safe for you to be here, he'll be checking on me."

An echo of a whisper left the two pink petals of the fairy's lips, her expression was calm as a coy smile skipped across her mouth, teasing him into believing once again that this was all just an incredible dream.

Her fingers drifted over the bandage lightly as she studied his expression watching for signs of pain.

"No one's coming, not for hours, trust me... does it hurt?"

Sympathy lined her silky tone, a mixture of concern and lust mingled in the enigma that was this girl, this Violet.

"Not at the moment."

He wondered gazing upon her if she had any clue, how, with just one look, she held the power to wash away any suffering he was forced to endure.

"What did he do to you Tate?"

He heard her question, it was was there in the corner of his mind as his eyes caught the lily white valley between her breasts pressing like a hidden secret against him.

"I tore your buttons off your uniform."

"Yes, you did, but don't you think there are more important things we should be talking about right now?"

Tate slid his fingers from her satin locks to the the back of her neck, skimming loose circles over her vertebrae, drifting down as far as he could reach.

"Not at the moment, no."

Caught up in him, his touch, the sinking, falling, glorious feeling he was giving her, it was hard to concentrate on anything else.

The perilous danger they were both in, their seemingly hopeless situation, it was all just a distant thought as he gazed into her eyes while grazing his fingertips over her.

As if unaware of his body moving he drifted close to her mouth, his chest rose and fell heavily, as he caught her lip licking through her softly needing, like oxygen to his lungs, to taste her.

"Violet... "

Her name was a whisper on his tongue as he continued to explore her more easily now that she was leaning into him, more than eager to take what he was giving.

Swimming weightless in the haze of the drug she had given him, Tate's inhibitions were left somewhere far away.

All he could see, hear, taste was her presence against him as he left her mouth to wander further down.

His mind was willing to overcome his lack of strength due to all the drugs streaming through his system, and the wounds left by Arden, but his body couldn't keep up.

Frustrated he felt back onto the mattress. "I'm s-sorry, I think he went a little too deep with the knife tonight."

Tate's words were haunting, disturbing, driving her further towards the desire to end Dr. Arden's life in the most painful torturous of ways.

Unable to turn back on this road they had drifted onto, she straddled his waist, putting all her weight on her knees against the bed.

His face instantly relaxed, forgetting once again, if just for now, how he was imprisoned in this hell.

Violet's hair was wild, unruly, tousled over her bare shoulders as her uniform fell further down her arms.

Her eyes had darkened, like an expensive brandy aged to perfection, the color shimmered in the moonlight shining down on her.

Skin like pale snowflakes glistening in the chill the of Winter, he was in a trance as she tilted her head to the side feeling the tip of him graze her most sensitive secret place.

As if on cue their eyes met, words were not necessary as she pierced her bottom lip with sharp white teeth.

Moving over him, forward and back, she whimpered as he slid between her thighs, harder than steel encased in the softest velvet, she felt him through the slit of his boxers, he was doing nothing, but it was almost more than she could take.

Tate let out a low deep groan as his hands smoothed around her hips to help her in her quest to find that edge.

Fixated on his dark stare she reached for his hand placing his fingertips just beneath the elastic of her underwear.

The first stroke of his thumb across her clit was like fire searing her skin, the second and third sent her falling forward over him, bracing herself on the mattress with her palms.

"Fuck."

Within seconds she was shivering, moving over him faster, harder, as he worked her teasing her mercilessly somehow knowing this would push her closer.

With her now flush against him he was able to cup her breast, pulling slowly, purposely on her nipple as he flicked her harder causing her to lose any sense of control.

Twisting the sheets tight inside her hands she buried her face in the crook of his neck as she finally came.

Panting breathlessly hot against his skin, she felt lightheaded, floating somewhere outside of herself, somewhere closer to heaven.

Tate was so caught up in her that he nearly climaxed with her, she was more than he could've ever hoped for, more than his imagination would ever allowed him to have during all these long, lonely years.

Feeling her come with such abandon was more than enough for him, but not for her.

Suddenly his shoulders tensed digging themselves into the mattress as he felt her slide down his body.

Silky honey tinged hair drifted over his pale toned torso sending delicious chills up his spine.

Carefully she moved over him making a point to never put any pressure on his battered body, especially avoiding the bandage attached to his side.

His head fell back as she finally settled between his legs letting her hands smooth over his skin as if needing to memorize every detail.

The ruthless world and all of its shitty lies had officially disappeared, it was just the two of them floating in some other reality, far from her murderous past and his agonizing present.

Tate's jaw clenched as she slowly licked the length of him before taking him inside her warm mouth.

Fireworks from miles away burst in the sky like bombs echoing all the way to the asylum, showering her in blues, and reds as she swirled her tongue around him.

Shaking hard now he twisted his fingers inside her dirty blonde tresses pushing past the pain as fresh black stitches stretched open with her rapid movements.

The act itself was hidden by a thick curtain of her soft hair, but the sight of her ass high in the air was more than enough for him.

"Violet… I can't hold back any longer, move Violet, please now."

His courteous warning fell upon deaf ears as she sped up her actions.

A deep shudder rushed through him leaving no choice but to let go.

A sonic boom hit the sky raining down amethyst diamonds over her skin as the fireworks exploded in a finale of purple haze.

Drunk off of her his lips curved upwards as she moved up to her knees to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand.

Beautiful, dirty, sexy as hell, brave beyond the telling, she was everything.

Matching his sideways grin she blushed slightly appearing innocent as only she could after doing such a deed.

Sighing sleepily she took her place by his side curled up with him as her fingers looped around his blonde curls.

"I'm not sure how long the medication will last Tate, I'm surprised it worked at all to be honest."

Nuzzling against his body she felt as if she were fading into him, as if her previous self was dying, it was hard to believe there was a time when she hadn't known him.

"I want you to know I'm working on a way to get you out of here… but you need to tell me what happened. Why is Dr. Arden doing this to you?"

It was then that she noticed it, his limp hand lifeless against her shoulder, his steady slow shallow breathing drifting across her skin, his vacant distant eyes, he was already gone.

Holding him tighter she was determined more than ever to break him out, no risk was too great, no punishment if she were to be caught could be too harsh, because now it wasn't just about saving him anymore.