crossovers.

Care For You

|| tate x violet ||

"On that lonely night. You said it wouldn't be love. But we felt the rush. It made us believe it there was only us. Convinced we were broken inside, inside."

She's been hearing things lately. Sounds laced with pure agony and hatred booming around the house every time she jolts up in the middle of the night.

It was not suppose to be this hard; her life would have been easier if it wasn't for her whore of a father. How can he do that to her mother? After hearing about the miscarriage he should have been beside his wife that night, comforting her and whispering sweet nothings to her, but no, he had other plans. It frustrated and stressed Violet to the point that she turned to razors, pills and cigars; it was her only way to escape the mess she was tangled in.

As the grandfather clock in their living room rang it's low baritone sound, an indication that it was now midnight, the hushed murmurs became audible once more.

She sat slumped on her bed, clutching her head, desperate to get the voices and cries out of her earshot. The refilled bottle of pills was sitting on her bedside table so she grabbed it and poured a massive amount of it on her palm. She didn't care whether she would still see the broad daylight after the decision she's about to make.

When she was about to swallow the whole lot, a knock on the door startled her.

It's midnight, what does her mom or dad want now?

She climbed off her bed and pocketed her pills out of sight in case her father comes barging inside even without her permission in doing so.

The door swung open and there she saw neither her mom nor dad; it was Tate.

She rolled her eyes in a playful manner and motioned him to come inside before her parents notice the dim light emanating from her room.

"What is it, Tate?" she asked.

"You need to stop it, Violet." he gripped her arm softly and led her to her bed. His eyes full of concern, stared back at her. It was a penetrating gaze, one that could stab a person to death.

"What are you talking about?" it was easier for her to act dumb than to admit it herself.

Tate snickered and shook his head with a smile plastered on his lips.

"You know what I'm talking about, Violet." He gestured the empty bottle of pills she forgot to discard and raised an eyebrow at her.

She did not dare show weak emotions to him. All the time they spend together talking about their hideous lives and struggles, she never once shed a tear in front of him. It was just plain humiliating for her to do so.

"I have allergies." she stated lazily, as if she were just being asked what the weather was like.

He took the bottle from the table and scanned it.

"This is an over-the-counter drug, Violet." Instead of a raging Tate, as what she had expected, he was rather calm and almost sounded...defeated. "Tell me you still haven't taken it. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." he murmured quietly. His eyes glistened with moisture and his lips trembled.

Violet slipped her hand inside her pajama pockets and extracted the pills she hid inside it. She showed it to him sheepishly. Caught in the act, she supposed.

She bit her lower lip to stop herself from smiling when Tate sighed a breath that looks like he has been holding.

Under the silence of their surroundings, Tate and Violet shared more of their stories and for the first time ever, Violet cried. Like legit tears pouring from her eyes. She had no idea how broken they both really were; neglected by their parents and shunned by society. No wonder they get along so well!

Tate chuckled and used his thumb to swiped the roll of liquid off of her cheeks. She leaned into his touch, his warm and soft hands.

The sound of her purring turned Tate on to an extremely new level. He felt his groin twitch inside his tight jeans.

"Violet..." his tone was breathy.

"Shhh," she silenced him using her index finger.

Feeling a different wave of energy crashing in her bloodstream, she leaned towards Tate and their lips were only a hair apart. She could basically feel the heat coming from Tate's ragged breathing. Without further ado, Tate closed in the gap and they were both indulged in the sensation of each other. The feeling of finally having a significant somebody in their life.

Violet slowly pulled herself on top of Tate. She was now straddling him and could feel his hardened member in between her thighs.

They broke the kiss off only to slip their clothes out of the way. Once all the materials were gone, except for their undergarments, Violet started grinding her hips on Tate, making him moan her name. He placed his hands on her hips and fluttered his eyes close, having decided to savor only the feeling first.

When he couldn't take it any longer and felt like he would come right then and there, he flipped her so now he was on top, dominating.

She let out a chuckle as he kissed her throat with an open mouth and moved his way down to her collarbones, to her cleavage and gave a pause once he reached her stomach. He looked up at her and found her staring at him with eyes dilated with lust. He grazed his teeth on her laced underwear and slowly pulled it down.

It was a painful and seductive sight to watch. She wanted him; to feel him buried inside her, to take pleasure, to remove all the pain and misery.

As if he read her mind, he pulled his boxers off and Violet's eyes widened at the sight of his member. He only smirked at her surprised look.

"What? You expect me to be small?" he asked in his challenging tone.

"I didn't expect anything...at all," she looked from his member to his eyes, back and forth, until laughter erupted from Tate's perfectly swollen lips.

Tate propped his shoulder for support when he gravitated himself on Violet. "Well, let me teach you a little something about myself," he whispered in her ears and placed a gentle kiss on it.

The kisses moved from her ears, to her jaws, and finally her aching lips. They kissed for a good five minutes before things got out of control.

Neither one of them had the patience anymore of teasing the other.

Tate positioned himself on her entrance and she winced at the sting.

"Am I...Am I hurting you?" he asked quietly.

"N-no. Please, stop teasing and get on with it." She ordered him and he obliged without any hesitation.

He slowly impaled himself inside her and she clenched around him. The sight of her flinching face was still evident but he did not stop. In fact, he moved in and out slowly, trying to get her use to the slow rhythm.

Once they both settled on a desirable rhythmic pattern, Violet was moaning so loud that Tate feared her parents would come blasting inside her room. But the fear dissipated when he heard her moan his name with such intensity that he forgot he was on the brink of spilling his seed inside of her.

They were panting and smothered with sweat. Both were extremely exhausted and sore when they finished, but otherwise satisfied.

Violet snuggled closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He, in return, pulled her closer and snaked his arm around her shoulder. He kissed the top of her wood-colored hair and smiled to himself. He felt alive again. Being a wandering soul made him feel numb and cold, but Violet causes the opposite.

"Stay...please. I don't want to be alone," she said in her quiet voice as she buried her head on his shoulder.

"You are never going to be alone again, Violet. I will always be here to take care of you," and with that they both blissfully fell asleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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A/N: Inspired by the song "Earned It" by The Weeknd.

Again...not really good with this type of writing. Hahhaa. Pardon it, will you? x)

04/05/2015

- lani