Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
Tate and Nira kept it secret that they had become….friends? It was hard to define exactly what they were. From laying in bed listening to Nirvana to sitting at the beach, feet in the sand, stars in the night sky, listening to the waves crash against the shore together. They just began to exist as one. At school, when they did attend.
They would sneak and meet in the Library, sometimes to look over books, other times they would push and slam each other against the shelves of the bookcases in a fight for who will be in control. This was one of those occasions.
Nira had Tate pinned against the bookcase, her leg wrapped around his waist, foot resting on a shelf to keep her balance. She had her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, she began to gyrate her hips against the rough material of his jeans, he could feel how hot and wet she was through his jeans. He growled as he grabbed her hair, bringing his mouth crashing down on hers. Thankful she always wore her favorite black skirt.
With one swift move he reached down, lifting her by the leg, twisting their bodies that he now had her firmly placed against the shelf. Her leg restrained by his arm, forced to feel the hardness pushing to break free from the tight restraints of his jeans. He positioned that he was putting the most pressure on her sensitive clit. He watched as she bit her lip fighting back the urge to scream.
He knew it was only a matter of seconds before she would cum all over her panties. Her little fingers digging deep in his shoulders. She buried her face in his neck, biting and kissing at the flesh of his neck, trying every thing she could to keep from breaking so soon.
Right as she was about to fall over the edge clapping interrupted the two. Tate looked up with a murderous glare, it took the girl standing there by surprise. Nira was frustrated beyond words, images of ripping the girls throat out with her teeth popped before her eyes.
"What's going on over here?" Mr Carmichael stepped around to see the two still in their intimate position. The mans face went with red, one could argue if it was from anger or embarrassment.
Tate grabbed Nira's hand and walked right past the girl he so desperately wanted to kill and the screaming teacher, going on about suspensions and deans office. They walked out of the school ignoring all those around them. Nira had this constant unsettling feel that the little world they had created for themselves was going to be no more once they got home. Tate could see her worry and squeezed her hand trying to break her from her thoughts.
"It's going to be okay. You trust me right?" There was an innocence in his eyes she had never seen before. Her heart fluttered a bit at the thought that she was probably the only person to see it.
She secretly wished she was capable to return the favor. "Trust is such a complex thing." She hadn't meant to come off as cold as she did.
He ignored her usual banter and need to turn any form of affection into conflict. "No one can keep us apart." He reached out to move a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She was taken back by the gentle softness of the action. It scared her, she didn't like it but couldn't fight moving herself closer to his hand, allowing him to cup her cheek. Gently he traced his thumb across her lips, as his glossed over eyes stared deep into her scared ones.
Tate leaned down, bringing his lips close to hers. "It's cute that I do scare you."
Before she could retort his lips were upon hers, muffling whatever it was she was going to say. She began to kiss back when reality hit in. The bitter truth flashed before her eyes, Constance getting the call that her boy of physical perfection, her gift, that she had not lost him to "other things" but to this treacherous monster that lives next door.
That her precious little boy could do such filthy things to a budding woman. It wouldn't be long until she convinced Larry to send her away. Away from Tate and her little Angels. Madness and fury overcame her at the thought of the loss of Angie and Margaret. She pushed Tate away from her with such a force he fell back, a look of hurt and anger on his face as he sat there watching her. She turned away franticly before he could see the swelling of tears forming in her eyes.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stood outside the door of the house. She knew she had made it to late. She could feel her fathers anger and the fear and confusion of her sisters. Tate followed her, staying far behind allowing her space. But when she stopped, standing there struggling to find the strength to go in he couldn't stand back any more.
He went up to her, embracing her, wrapping his arms tightly around her whispering reassurances in her ear. Nira took in a deep breath and walked towards the now opening door, her father standing there ready for his encounter with his daughter. Tate starred the man down with a look that spit out vile and contempt. Larry looked at him one last time before pulling Nira into the house, slamming the door behind them.
She hit the floor with a blinding force, before she could even process the fall she felt the sharp sting of the slap across her face. "How dare you act so indecent and inappropriate young lady. That is not how I raised my girls to act."
Nira could taste the blood that began to spill from the cut on her lip, subconsciously she licked up the blood from her lip, loving the taste of the bitter copper. She stood up with a smirk that could turn scolding hot water to ice in an instant. "Your questioning my behavior? Coming from the man who spends more time with his cock sucking whore then his own family. Don't kid yourself father, your never raised me or your girls. I raised myself and now I raise them."