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)
*-Flashback 1993-*
It had been a week since he first saw her standing in her yard. One week since their encounter in the basement. Since then Nira had avoided him, he wasn't sure exactly why but suspected it had to do with the dream they shared. He remembered it very vividly, every detail, it's continued to play over and over in his head since that night.
So when he saw her signal and wave him over he didn't hesitate. Here they were, both silent now, neither one knowing what to say. Engulfed by the presence of the other.
"I come to find the more I'm around you the more I seem to hate you." Nira was lost in thought when the words came out.
Tate felt like she had stabbed her hand deep in his chest, ripped out his heart and took a bite while looking him deep in the eyes. It messed with him more that he didn't know why she had such an effect on him. Tate was usually far from impressed with the company of others.
"Then why am I here?" It left Tate's mouth with out his brain even registering it was said.
Breaking Nira's concentration, lost in thought. She was taken back by the bluntness of the question. It put her on the spot. She repeated the question in her head. She didn't have an answer, she didn't know why she had the sudden impulse to wave him down. She knew he was out there, in plain sight, just biding his time till such said opportunity presented itself. And like a good pawn she moved right into place, bowing to his will.
Nira stretched out, placing her arms behind her back to prop herself up, her long slender legs slowly crossing over each other. She slowly inhaled as she stuck her chest out just enough to draw his eye to her but not make it obvious it was a deliberant attempt to toy with him.
Tate's eyes flashed with the primal hunger that made Nira fight her bodies want to shudder. "Do you make it a habit to put yourself in a vulnerable position around those you hate?"
The cockiness in his voice and the smirk that started to creep upon his face made the hairs on Nira's arms stand up. Before she could even react Tate had her pressed flat against the concrete, her arms pinned above her head, as he used the weight of his body to restrain her.
Tate could feel her body shake underneath him as his breath hit the sensitive spot on her neck right below her ear. "Why have you been avoiding me?"
Nira was helpless underneath him, and she knew it. But she was never one to settle for defeat, she would fight kicking and screaming till the end. "We're no good for each other."
Nira cringed when she heard him release a sinister snarl in her ear before attacking her neck with his lips. Nira bit her lip in an attempt to fight the moan building in her chest, traveling fast to escape out her mouth. Tate could sense she was fighting him and it made something deep inside him he had fought for years to deny existed, violently ripped though him. Screaming, urging him to make her submit. Nira could feel his hands tighten around her wrists, bruising the delicate skin in the process. Nira lost her battle of silence, the moan from the pain and pleasure came out louder then she had hoped.
"Don't fight me." Tate whispered as his lips started to travel down her collarbone to the top of her collar. Tate was suddenly frustrated and made at the barrier.
Nira just started to laugh, making Tate even more furious then he already was. She looked deep into his now black eyes. "Do you usually make it a habit to sexually assault new neighbors? Or does me living next store not apply, you just assault woman in general?"
She knew the words had gotten to him when she started to see some more brown hue appear in the black orbs in his eyes. "No…" Tate had to find the strength to reply.
"Case in point, we are no good for each other." Nira started to sit up as Tate removed his grasp of her wrists as he plopped down flat onto the concrete.
He stared up at the ceiling, urging his will to contain some form of composure. "I didn't mean for that to happen."
"NIRA!" Larry shouted down, his footsteps heard above leading to the door.
Nira sat up quickly, reaching her hand out to Tate. With out hesitation he took it, standing up almost loosing balance as Nira pulled him to the door. She wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down to her, crashing her lips to his. What was meant to be a passionate kiss ended up being one more of surprise and curiosity.
"I'm sure that's not how you imagined your first kiss." Nira whispered as she rested her forehead against his.
"Was that how you imagined yours?" Tate retorted almost quizzically as he brushed a loose strand of her hair.