The Basement Door

Seven.

He bit his lip, has he got the chill’s just looking at Violets perfect body. “You’re beautiful.” he rarely said it, but he felt like there was an occasion to right now. He smiled at her, and tried to assure her everything was ok. He covered up his doubt with a cheap smile, that even a blind person could see behind. 

He got out of the tub, causing the water to separate, and quickly come together again. He body was wet, and his hair was starting to curl slightly again. He hated his curly hair. He walked over to Violet, who was still staring into the condensated mirror. He grabbed her from behind, and kissed her neck, trying to assure her that everything was still okay. The guilt was eating at him. “I’m okay Violet, trust me.” he smiled at her, and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers like a vine growing on an old house. Tate started getting chilly. 

Violet felt him shiver from behind her and goosebumps began to form on the occupied areas of her skin. Her automatic reaction was to grab the towel next to her and begin to dry him off with it. “My, my, Tate Langdon. Your hair’s really curly,” she giggled as she got to his blonde locks. Tate shrugged her comment off, being as he hated his curls. He kept touching her, even while she was drying him off. She didn’t want him to stop touching her. Perhaps, she too, was scared he’d leave. 

“I love you too.” Was all Tate could say, he was so happy that he couldn’t fully express himself. He emerged under the water, but barley. The bathtub wasn’t as big as he’d like. Half of him enjoyed this though, because it meant that he would be closer to Violet. He playfully twirled her hair with his middle finger, smiling at her slight kisses to his neck. Tate loved the warm water, but even more, he loved Violets warmth, which he could feel radiating off of her. 

As Violet kissed him, he felt more goosebumps arise on his skin. Nothing in the world could beat this feeling he was having. Not even a little kid who was given cake for the first time. His happiness seemed to oversee that. 

He looked at Violets sincerity, but at the same time, worry filled him as he thought about how Violet might leave him after he finds out what he had done. He tried to mask this feeling; he tried to mask his face to be emotionless. But a worried smile crept onto his face instead. He rested his head on Violets chest, feeling her heart beat through her ivory skin. He smiled in contentment, which he knew wouldn’t last for long. 

Violet began to feel her skin prune up like dried fruit, so she hugged Tate and motioned that she was getting out of the tub. She made her way over to the sink, 

Tate lusted for Violets touch. As she slowly nipped at his neck, shivers ran down his spine, arousing him even more. He was about to let off, knowing that the best part was around the corner. With this in mind, he listened to her, and went as fast as he could. The water splashed over the sides, but that didn’t bother Tate at all, he was just happy that Violet was 100 percent his now. He would never let her go again. 

Just than, he reached the climax, orgasming hoping she was at that stage too. He looked at her body, as shiny beads of sweats perpetuated down her skin. He licked the water off of her body, feeling goosebumps rise beneath his tongue. He smiled, and thrusted a couple more times, to ride out the rest of his erection. 

Violet finished at the same time Tate did. Her body quivering from their motion, Tate placing his tongue on her body, she giggled, and submerged herself underwater looking up at him through the few rose petals that were left. She was only reminded now that she was dead, because she didn’t have a hard time staying at the bottom of the tub. Her head was clear, she felt serene, as if nothing could go wrong. 

Tate was back, and that’s all that mattered. His expression, always accurately read by Violet, was worrisome. She had only known then that he probably felt she could disappear any second. A slight frown appeared on her face, but quickly turned into a smile when she mouthed the words “I love you” from the water. She motioned Tate to come under, to meet her face. Once he did, she kissed him, and could feel him smiling through their lips’ embrace.

Both of them came up, and Violet positioned herself so that Tate could sit himself in between her legs. Slowly, she began to lather his head with some water, and pass a warm towelette around his neck. Proceeded with pecks from his jawline to his shoulder, she whispered, “I’m going to try the best I can to show you, Tate. I’m not going anywhere.” With that, she pulled him closer to her, so that his head was on her chest. Her fingered combed his hair back and the excitement of his presence overcame her once again. Another kiss was implanted, but on his head. 

where she looked at herself, then over at Tate through the mirror. His arm was rested at the edge of the tub and his hand supported his hand in what looked like a pensive state of thought to her. 

She was so happy she giggled, looking at the sight of Tate and how perfect she thought he was, regardless of his horrific past. Tate looked over to her and smirked. Eye contact was maintained as Violet continued to look at Tate through her reflection. His eyes moved, though, fixated on the rest of her body and his expression turned to definitive worry.

“Tate, what’s wrong?” Violet asked, out of curiosity, since they had just participated in an unforgettable beautiful moment. Tate got out of the tub and made his way over to her, where he put his arms around her waist, their skin touching once again. She reached over to kiss him, and returned to the mirror after, looking at each other through the mirror. Tate sighed, and Violet grew worried as his grasp around her waist became tighter. Was he scared of something? “Tate… what’s wrong?” she asked again.