Tate refused to talk’ so long had he been waiting for Violets touch again. Her lips were even softer than he and remembered. He slipped off her lingerie and adored her beautiful body with his eyes. After this, he proceeded to take off his pants and boxers. He picked her up effortlessly and placed her into the hot bath. He shortly followed her. He got on top of her and continued to kiss her, caressing her breasts as well. The bath felt so heavenly.
Tate heard her hesitation, and pulled away. His dark brown orbs looked into her eyes. He smiled at her. “What’s wrong Vi?” He looked at her for some sort of absolution. He didn’t know what could be bothering her so much.
Looking at Tate’s half worried expression made her smile, and she proceeded to say, “I just love you.” Violet cupped his face and gently kissed him as he was getting ready to make love to her. Before he would take her love, he looked right into her eyes, ready to devour every bit he could of the girl. Violet felt the most comfortable she had ever been with Tate. Perhaps, because she now knew how intense their love making sessions get and how long they last. She was more than ready to embrace that moment, knowing she was doing everything she could to have Tate back.
As he entered her, they locked gazes and Violet became completely flustered. His eyes were burning with passion and his expression made her dig her fingers into his back, deep, while he maintained a steady pace. Tate now placed his lips on her neck, whispered sweet nothings and nothings that shouldn’t be repeated at all. Violet’s body began to make its movements as well, making it even more pleasing for Tate. They hadn’t made love in such a long time. It felt like the first time to Violet all over again, only it wasn’t painful and she knew exactly what she was doing.
Their gazes met again, and they kissed harder than they ever could before. The water began to splash out of the tub, but they couldn’t notice anything aside from how they became so complete. Tate began to grab her breasts again, only tighter. She whispered, “I love you, and I missed you.”
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The Basement Door
Fanfiction{AHS Fanfiction; Violet and Tate.} She had mentioned his name once. Only once. And it was as if the gates of hell had opened in that house, her father screaming and pushing and angry and sad and crying and her mother silent with the baby in her ar...
