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You and Tate's two year anniversary was coming up quickly. You two met in your Junior English class when you were seated next to him and couldn't keep your eyes from glancing into his notebook and watching his fingers grip the pencil while he spent all 50 minutes doodling. He caught you one day. That's what started it.
"What're you looking at?" his voice was somewhat cold.
He wasn't exactly liked among the rest of the student body. People thought he was weird. He was quiet, and he wore the same black jacket and leather boots every single day. You weren't necessarily popular, but you were quite outspoken and liked participating in class discussion. You strove for good grades and had no problems participating in seminars in class while Tate would voluntarily not speak and take the F. He hated high school. Everything about it, it just wasn't his scene.
You two started dating around Christmas. There was a midterm project in your English class, and you always saw how Tate would just stare at his notebook and end up half-assing the projects alone, so when your teacher said to pick your partner, your hand flew to his, making his cheeks visibly flush. "We're partners. That's okay, right?" You smiled at him, locking eyes for a few quick seconds - long enough to see him nod his head. That was where it started. You'd drive home together and work on the project. It took awhile, but you finally saw some emotion out of him.
You met his little sister Addie for the first time, and you two immediately clicked. She had this fire in her, she was such a little smart ass, but it was very entertaining. She didn't hesitate to mess with Tate either, which caused a few outbursts of laughter from you. You asked him about Addie, and he immediately got extremely protective of her. He loved her so much. He was the perfect big brother for her. After that, his walls started coming down. He started cracking jokes with you which eventually lead to flirting, which lead to a very intense make out session on his bedroom floor. Your project was turned in a few days late.
Two years later, you still loved him immensely. He was your best friend in the world. But that fire you two had for each other was burning out it felt. Your sex life was not at all what it used to be. You two used to be playful, he'd leave hickeys on your shoulders and ask you to wear tank tops to show them off. Hell, you two had sex in the bathroom of a church. The irony was what made it so fun.
But it's been awhile. You go through the motions, he finishes, you usually fake yours and you two fall asleep, backs facing one another. Your relationship was fine in every other aspect, you two both just needed something new. You needed to spice it up.
About a year ago, he let you use his laptop, to which you found him signed into some porn site, videos saved of women in black lingerie, whips, chains, gags, everything. You'd never said anything to him about it, and now you were glad you didn't. This was your chance to reignite the fire you used to have.
It was around 7 o'clock at night, you and Tate were in his kitchen cooking dinner. Neither of you were too terribly interested in spending a shit ton of money on mediocre dinner at some fancy restaurant, so you just decided to spend the night in. You were sat on the counter, watching him stir the noodles for the pasta you two had decided to make. He'd stolen one of the expensive wine bottles from his mothers cooler. She probably wouldn't notice anyways. You held the wine glass in your hand, wearing Tate's green and black striped sweater and a pair of black thigh high socks. The socks were part of your little surprise later, but he didn't know that yet. "I love you." You said, breaking the sound of The Ramones Tate had playing in the background. He looked over at you through his messy blonde hair, a smile immediately appearing on his face. His dimples were showing. "I love you too, (Y/N)." He leaned away from the stove and in between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. "I couldn't have asked for a better person to spend the last two years with." He leaned in, pressing a loving kiss on your nose. A smile forced itself to your lips, your hand traveling to his cheek, leaning your chin up to kiss him. He kissed you back, and you felt him try to pull back and break the kiss. You didn't let him though, your hand slid to the back of his neck, holding him firmly in place, playfully biting his lower lip before letting him go.
