Chapter 11:

"Peter Pan had no idea what he was talking about."

The comment came from Violet. She was laid beside Tate in the bed, one of his arms cuddling her to his side, which she allowed without any restraint.

Her cheeks were still wet from the path of her tears, but her face was more composed now. She stared up at the ceiling as she spoke.

"When she said he never wanted to grow up. I think he was wrong, being young forever isn't as great as he makes it out to be."

Tate smiled sadly, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

They had been lying like this for hours now. Tate had let Violet cry and cry until she had no tears left in her and when she had tired, he brought her to the bed, lying her down with a gentleness that left her warm inside.

This was the Tate she knew and loved. The kind that was gentle and caring, not the crazy or lustful person she thought had overtaken him. He was finally acting normal again, and she smiled from the realization. Even though she was to never age again, she would always have him with her, the same age today, as he ever would be.

These were the days she liked. It seemed as though the release of her bottled up tears were for the better. Her negative thoughts had mostly seeped away and in their placed were ones full of positivity. And it was such a rarity that she had days like these, but when she did, they felt magical.

The room was painted in bright yellows as the sun shone in through the window, to cascade across her walls.

"Let's do something." Tate said suddenly, jolting Violet from her thoughts.

"Alright, what do you have in mind?"

He turned to look at before grinning, "Scrabble."

…

One hour later and they were on their second game. The board was placed on the floor of her bedroom, both of them sat crossed legged, Violet leaning forward to stare intently at the board trying to construct a word that would overthrow Tate.

The first round Tate had easily won. His use of vocabulary still shocked Violet, but she couldn't knock him for his intelligence in the English language. To be honest, it was very impressive how easily he manipulated the words she placed down to fit around his tiles. She would spend ages on her turn, going over the various options she could take until she was certain that the one she laid would earn her most points. Tate on the other hand, took half of her time before laying his tiles with an ease that was so evident in his confident expression.

He was leant back on his hands, eyeing Violet as she contemplated her next move. He had a sparkle in his eyes, which made Violet want to stick her tongue out at him because she knew he knew how good he was. It wasn't that he was cocky or big headed, because he thought it was 'cute' how she took the game so seriously, he had told her so, but she found that being under his watchful gaze was demeaning. It made her feel self-conscious, and she wanted to impress him. Why? She didn't know…

She picked up her tiles, looking at them one last time, before placing them in their rightful position.

"There," she said smiling, happy with herself. "40 points."

"Impressive," Tate nodded, writing her score down on the paper beside his feet. "You're catching up."

"Oh, don't mock me," she said. "You are already one hundred points ahead of me."

He just shrugged his shoulders as if the point held no meaning to him, his eyes now locked onto his tiles. He ran his finger along his lip, looking at the board quickly, before back to his tiles again in contemplation.

He picked up three of his tiles and placed them down using the 'e' off of the word Violet had just created.

"Cute," he said, grinning at her. "Ten points."

Violet's eyes snapped to his. He had done it on purpose.

"You…" She looked at him, then back to the board, before back to him.

"Yes?"

"You done that on purpose!"

"So what if I did?" He shrugged his shoulder before adding to his score.

"You could have earned a lot more points than that. You haven't had a score as low as that for ages!"

"I guess my luck has finally run out."

"Don't play unfairly. Don't deliberately get lower marks."

"I'm not," he defended. "I couldn't lay anything else."

There was a slight smile to his voice, which made Violet narrow her eyes at him. He smiled back at her, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

"You're go," he stated, gesturing to the board.

Violet stared at him a couple of seconds longer, before looking down at her tiles.

When she laid her tiles, his lip turned up at the corner, sparking an annoyance in her.

He leant forward immediately, picking up another three tiles and laying them down.

Her eyes followed his fingers intently; curious as to what he was smirking about.

K.I.S.S – He added his three tiles from the end of 'Book' to create his word.

"Ten points," he commented again as he sat back to watch Violet's reaction.

Her eyes locked with his. Her mouth opened, before shutting again.

Tate chuckled; biting his lip after the sound left his mouth. Violet stared at his lips, watching as he wet them.

"Um," she said as she shook her head and tried to form a word from her tiles. She quickly gathered the tiles and placed them on the board.

"Clothes," she said, trying not to watch the way he bit his lip. "Eighteen points."

"Nice," he commented, nodding his head approvingly.

Violet stared at his fingers, watching as they gracefully picked up his tiles and set them down on the board with a gentle and unrushed ease. He placed them underneath her word 'clothes' and she nearly chocked when she read what it said.

S E X

"Err, um…" Violet's breath left her throat as her cheeks began to redden. What was he playing at?

Tate sat back, a smile plastered on his face when he viewed Violets embarrassment.

"Sex," he drawled the word out his mouth, his voice deep and husky as he spoke.

Her mouth fell open, as the tension between them suddenly changed, seeming to suffocate her. She could no longer think properly whilst he was staring at her through a hooded gaze, viewing her in a way that made her shiver.

"Well you win," she declared, abruptly standing up, knocking the board as she went causing the tiles to jumble together in a cluster of letters. "Good game." She turned to leave, but before she reached the door a hand clasped her around the waist and spun her round, pushing her back against the door.

"We weren't finished," he breathed in front of her face, his breath skimming her lips.

Her head moved to the side, trying to resist the temptation of his lips. "It was obvious you won."

"But I still wanted to finish. And now you have ruined the board."

Violet gulped when he forced her to look at him.

"Did I…distract you?" He asked, an evil grin pulling on the edges of his lips.

"No…I don't know what you mean."

"Of course you don't." His hands were beside her head, his arms trapping her in place, a finger reaching forward to brush her hair out of the way of her neck.

Violet's mouth opened as his gaze dropped to her dry lips, his tongue coming out to moisten his own. His dark eyes met hers and he smiled, his head inclining on her neck to place his lips over the pulse of throat to kiss gently.

"Tate," she whispered her hands coming up to try and form a barrier against him, but her fingers seemed to curl into the fabric of his top to pull him closer.

"Mmm," he moaned against her skin, the vibrations shaking through her body.

His hand moved her neck to the side for better access as his lips moved over the skin of her neck quicker, placing more kisses.

Her neck was extremely sensitive, and the mixture of his fingers in her hair, his lips trailing kiss after kiss and the feel of his hot breath on her skin, made her shiver in delight. His short breathy moans only added to the sensations and she couldn't help but let him continue.

His tongue came out to wet her throat before he pulled back to blow cool air over it. She shivered and tried to pull away, but he pushed her back, trapping her in place.

"Don't," he warned, the words sounding more like a growl.

His hands moved down to the waistband of her jeans, tugging on the fabric teasingly. One finger pried open her belt and slipped inside to run over the lining of her knickers.

"Lace," he commented as he felt the small lace lining the edge of her knickers.

Her cheeks coloured at his comment and she felt suddenly shy at his intrusion. She opened her mouth to try and utter a reply but before she could, his fingers moved down to a more sensitive place, causing her to cry out and jolt her hips forward.

Her cheeks burned even more when he laughed.

"Tate, I don't think we should…"

"Shh,' he quieted her. "Don't think, feel."

She shook her head, but then his fingers moved again and she was lost to the powerful sensation he managed to create.

His lips joined her neck again as his fingers moved, sucking on her skin which she knew was likely to leave a prominent mark in the morning.

When his fingers dipped inside her knickers to touch her real flesh she squealed at the feeling, her head trying to keep in charge of the situation and put a stop to it.

"Tate, stop. No, don't- oh, god." His fingers carried on ruthlessly, this time the feeling even more pleasurable without any fabric in the way. The slide of his fingers fueled the pleasure on as he rubbed in and out, making her helpless in his arms.

He pulled her leg up to wrap around her waist for better leverage and she followed, happy to do whatever as long as the movement of his fingers didn't stop.

She pulled on his hair, trying to gain some power in the situation and to simply just have something to hold on to. Her moans began to escalate; her hips had a mind of their own, following the movement of his fingers with ease.

She grinded against his hand, his fingers the only way to seek the pleasure and release she was after. She clutched him to her, her body overcome by pleasure as she moaned out loud, praising his movements which he seemed too skilled at. How was he able to create such a pleasurable feeling within her? She didn't care, as long as he didn't remove his fingers.

When he finally removed his fingers, her body sagged downwards, his arms stopping the fall before she crashed to the floor.

Her head laid back against the wall, her mouth open as she tried to catch her breathe.

He pulled her head down and placed one long, lingering kiss, his tongue skimming along her lip.

"Glad the ending of our game satisfied you," he winked, pulling up her jeans to fasten them again.

She could only stare at him in shock as he turned away to return to their game of scrabble, the tiles still one jumbled mess in the middle of the room.

Once again, sorry about the long wait. I hope this chapter made up for it;)