Are you impressed by my quick update? No? Well, I am:) I literally just wrote this on and on all day and then couldn't wait to get it up. This chapter is, in my opinion, one of the most interesting with Tate and Violet. Things are beginning to heat up;) Enjoy!
Chapter 9:
The study, which had been used for Violet's Dad's therapy sessions, was stuffy and humid on this particular hot summers day as she sat reading her book.
It was the start of July and already the hot weather was overbearing and a little too consuming for Violet's liking. The normally chilled room seemed to void of fresh air and only filled with a heat, which surrounded every inch of her skin like a suffocating cocoon. It was as if she was sat in front of an open fire because of the glow of the summer sun through the glassed windows. She could feel the heat of it even though she was sat in the corner of the room, cascaded in the shadowed parts in an attempt to keep cool.
Her copy of Wuthering Heights lay open on her lap, the plastic cover sticking to her clammy thigh as she read. Violet wiped her forehead to remove the beads of sweat producing near her hairline and heaved a puff of irritation as she slammed the book closed, causing a momentarily enjoyable breeze of cooler air from the quick motion. It was too hot to read. She could barely focus on a sentence without feeling like her blood was boiling and she would explode at any second.
Peeling the cover off her thigh, Violet chucked the book onto the couch and laid her head back against the wall. Why did the Murder House never invest in buying any fans?
Getting up quickly she made her way through the house and opened the front door until she was outside on the porch. The front garden was empty and the streets were fairly quiet.
It was immediately cooler outside, but the heat was still stuck admits the air. There was no escaping it.
Bending down so she could lie on the wooden panels of the flooring, Violet closed her eyes and peeled back her skirt up the furthest she could on her thighs. She didn't even care if her underwear was showing; all she wanted was to be cooler.
The birds and buzzing bees created a summery background soundtrack and the aromas of the flowers from the garden filled her nose with a sweet, fresh smell.
"You're looking hot today." A voice said suddenly, jolting her from her peaceful rest.
Tate.
She sat bolt up, pulling at her skirt to bring it down to cover her thighs again, shocked at being caught. Her eyebrows rose at his comment, not sure what he had implied.
Tate caught her expression and smiled slightly. "I mean, you look red. Hot as in heat…"
Her eyes narrowed not believing that his comment had been innocent. "Hmm."
He held a glass of an icy chilled orange drink in his hand, ice cubes filling up the top half.
"Want to know my way of staying cool?" He asked her, sitting crossed legged next to her and taking a slip of his drink.
"What?" Violet asked slowly.
"Lay down," he said.
"Why?'
"Just do it."
"I had been lying down until you came out."
"No, this is different. Just lie down again."
Violet narrowed her eyes again not sure on what he was planning. "You do remember my rules don't you, Tate?"
He blanched, pretending to be shocked. "Of course. How could I forget? Just lay back. Trust me."
Giving him one last look, she shrugged and laid back again, this time keeping her eyes open so she could see when he moved.
"Turn over."
"What?"
"Turn over."
"Tate," she warned shooting him a glare.
"No, this is honestly what I do. Please trust me."
Violet heaved a sigh before rolling onto her front, feeling slightly exposed due to her short skirt. Rolling onto her front already felt cooler, the backs of her legs, which had been stuck to the flooring, felt the cool air hit her skin and she sighed in relief.
"Now, just relax," Tate soothed, his voice dropping as she felt the bottom of her top rise.
"Tate! What are you-? Ahh!" Her words were cut off as she screamed suddenly when she felt something incredibly cold be placed on the skin of back. Her whole body jerked in response and she got ready to push up on her arms, but Tate held her down.
"Calm down. It's only an ice cube," he reassured as her body overcame the shock to the change of temperature and relaxed slightly.
"What the hell! You could have warned me before!" She grumbled slowly lowering herself back down.
"Sorry," he chuckled as he moved the ice cube around on her back. "But I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, well done, you succeeded…"
"Now, just relax."
Tate began moving the ice cube from one side of her back to the other in long, smooth motions, letting the ice leave a trail of cool droplets over her hot skin. Violet had to admit that once she had gotten over the initial shock of the coldness, it was a nice feeling. It worked almost instantly in cooling her down and she sighed in delight as she dropped her head into her arms.
"Feels good?" He asked after a couple of minutes.
"Mmm."
"Good," he chuckled.
The ice cube was beginning to melt in the heat, and Violet felt the droplets beginning to drip their way down off her back and around her sides. It tickled and she wiggled in an attempt to stop the running feeling of the water.
Tate left the nearly melted ice cube in the middle of her back and leant away to reach for another cube from the glass. This time he placed it on her right thigh, causing another jerk from her body, which he grinned maliciously at. He liked to see her wiggle.
Violet jumped again as Tate began to slide another ice cube over her skin, this time over the backs of her thighs, starting on the right and going over to the left. He moved the ice slowly, following the curve of each thigh until he nearly reached the front, before bringing it back over again. She felt goose bumps rise up on her skin from the tingling sensation the ice began to cause and shivered deliciously, feeling both pleasure and a numbing sensation.
It was a weird feeling to have someone run an ice cube over your skin. A feeling Violet had never experienced before, but there was something about it that was enjoyable and slightly…sexual. She couldn't explain it properly, but the coolness of the ice on her hot, sweaty skin felt delicious, like the caress of cool hands on your skin. She shivered due to the temperature of the cube but also to the thoughts her mind had suddenly turned to. Violet couldn't help but imagine that it was Tate's hands running along the back of her thighs in slow, teasing motions, missing the place in between every time. He was so close to crossing the boundaries of her 'rules' but she wasn't sure whether to stop him or not. He wasn't actually touching her, so why should this feel so wrong, yet right at the same time?
Droplets of water began to run down the curves of her thighs, seeping in between her thighs causing her to squeal quietly at the sensation. She wanted to wipe the moisture away, but resisted as Tate continued with his ministrations.
When that ice cube had melted, Violet had gotten so use to the feeling of the ice, that when she felt a pair of hands take place instead, she startled, her head lifting from her arms, to look back at Tate. His hands were cool as he touched the areas of her thighs where he had just been rubbing the ice cubes over.
"What are you doing!?"
"Giving you a massage. You don't want your legs to feel numb, so we need to warm them back up again."
Violet opened her mouth to disagree but the gentle rubbing of his hands felt too good to turn away. Shooting him a warning glare, she laid her head back down, trying to relax her body as he continued.
When his hands moved from her thighs up to raise her top, he lifted it higher than the time before, almost up to her shoulders, putting her bra on show, and she moaned when he rubbed another ice cube over her shoulders. He then massaged the skin, before caressing her shoulders down to her waist. It felt so good, and considering his hands were so cool, it felt that much more enjoyable.
His fingers alternated between rubbing her skin and then letting his fingers trail over her skin slowly, causing Violet to bite her lip to keep herself from moaning. She knew he was doing it deliberately, but every time she thought he was pushing her too far, he stopped and went back to the massage.
Her breath was coming out in short puffs now and the worrying thing was that it wasn't due to the heat anymore. The tension she felt between herself and Tate rose each time he touched her, and Violet had to do everything in order not to keep from groaning out loud.
"Okay, I think that's enough now," Violet breathed, turning over suddenly, before Tate had a chance to remove his hands. His fingers, which had been on her back, brushed the skin of her stomach as she turned, causing her breath to hitch. Violet looked up into his eyes and saw a hint of lust in his depths prior to scrambling back to stand abruptly, thankful to put some space between them.
"That was…enjoyable," she said, avoiding eye contact. "I feel cooler now. Thanks."
"You are most welcome," came his reply in a deep tone.
Violet nodded at him once, moving to walk past him. His hand shot out to clasp her wrist to prevent her escape.
"No touching." Violet said, pulling her arm back, which caused him to laugh.
"You say no touching now? After all that?" He was so close that she could feel the heat of his breath on her face. His brown eyes were dark today, staring deeply into her blue pair.
She glared at him and he grinned before saying, "I'm sorry." But there was no hint of apology in his tone despite his words.
"No, you're not. You done all of that on purpose just to break the rules."
"Well, you seemed perfectly happy to break them too. You never asked me to stop."
Violet opened her mouth to disagree, but she didn't know what to say. "Yeah, well…you tricked me."
"Of course I did," he smirked. His finger came up and ran down her cheek. His fingertip was still cool and left a wet trail of moisture in its path.
Violet shivered and stepped away before anything else happened. "That's enough now Tate. I'll see you another day."
He grinned as he watched her walk off, her top still slightly rolled up at the bottom. Who would have thought she would have caved so easily?