The Darkness Has You

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Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Tate moves forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would say so,” he mutters, running his lips along her jawline. “Somebody is happy to see me,” he chuckles. “Now…did you want to try something on?” he smirks.

Violet laughs and nods right away. “Yeah, what are my options? What would look best on me?” She jokes with him.

Tate looks over at the pile on the bed and looks down at his sweater and smiles. He kisses her neck. “Hmmm, how about this one?” he teases, pulling his sweater off.

She smiles. “Sounds perfect.” She teasingly touches his chest and then pulls the sweater over her head, stuffing her arms into the sleeves. “What do you think? Do you need me to model it for you?” She laughs.

Tate shrugs and runs his hand up one of her legs. “You certainly have the legs for that,” he purrs. “I might need you to spin for me or something…now do I get to sleep with the models?”

Violet stands and does a little twirl for Tate. “I’ll think about it.” She teases about his model comment. Then she lays down on the bed and looks at him.

Tate kneels down in front of her, he bends her leg up and presses his lip to her knee before doing the same thing to her other leg. “Hmmm, let me persuade you,” he mumbles before kissing up her thighs.

Violet giggles, ticklishly and wiggles her toes. “I don’t know. I’ll sleep on it and let you know in the morning.” She grins. The longer they wait, the more rewarding it will be. They both know that.

Tate sits up and gives her a look, “What?” he deadpans. “You can’t be serious.” He bends over and pulls her sweater up a bit revealing her stomach. “Are you sure I-” Then he sees them again, the scars and although frustrated he will do whatever she wants. He kisses her stomach gently. “I will be here waiting,” he smirks before lying down next to her.

She knows why he cut off his sentence. The scares. He’ll never get used to them. She frowns slightly but then gives a soft smile before closing her eyes. She knows what’s awaiting her in the morning. “I love you,” She reminded him.

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Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Tate moves forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would say so,” he mutters, running his lips along her jawline. “Somebody is happy to see me,” he chuckles. “Now…did you want to try something on?” he smirks.

Violet laughs and nods right away. “Yeah, what are my options? What would look best on me?” She jokes with him.

Tate looks over at the pile on the bed and looks down at his sweater and smiles. He kisses her neck. “Hmmm, how about this one?” he teases, pulling his sweater off.

She smiles. “Sounds perfect.” She teasingly touches his chest and then pulls the sweater over her head, stuffing her arms into the sleeves. “What do you think? Do you need me to model it for you?” She laughs.

Tate shrugs and runs his hand up one of her legs. “You certainly have the legs for that,” he purrs. “I might need you to spin for me or something…now do I get to sleep with the models?”

Violet stands and does a little twirl for Tate. “I’ll think about it.” She teases about his model comment. Then she lays down on the bed and looks at him.

Tate kneels down in front of her, he bends her leg up and presses his lip to her knee before doing the same thing to her other leg. “Hmmm, let me persuade you,” he mumbles before kissing up her thighs.

Violet giggles, ticklishly and wiggles her toes. “I don’t know. I’ll sleep on it and let you know in the morning.” She grins. The longer they wait, the more rewarding it will be. They both know that.

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lingeringlangdon:

Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Tate moves forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would say so,” he mutters, running his lips along her jawline. “Somebody is happy to see me,” he chuckles. “Now…did you want to try something on?” he smirks.

Violet laughs and nods right away. “Yeah, what are my options? What would look best on me?” She jokes with him.

Tate looks over at the pile on the bed and looks down at his sweater and smiles. He kisses her neck. “Hmmm, how about this one?” he teases, pulling his sweater off.

She smiles. “Sounds perfect.” She teasingly touches his chest and then pulls the sweater over her head, stuffing her arms into the sleeves. “What do you think? Do you need me to model it for you?” She laughs.

Tate shrugs and runs his hand up one of her legs. “You certainly have the legs for that,” he purrs. “I might need you to spin for me or something…now do I get to sleep with the models?”

Violet stands and does a little twirl for Tate. “I’ll think about it.” She teases about his model comment. Then she lays down on the bed and looks at him.

Searching for Something. »

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lingeringlangdon:

Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Tate moves forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would say so,” he mutters, running his lips along her jawline. “Somebody is happy to see me,” he chuckles. “Now…did you want to try something on?” he smirks.

Violet laughs and nods right away. “Yeah, what are my options? What would look best on me?” She jokes with him.

Tate looks over at the pile on the bed and looks down at his sweater and smiles. He kisses her neck. “Hmmm, how about this one?” he teases, pulling his sweater off.

She smiles. “Sounds perfect.” She teasingly touches his chest and then pulls the sweater over her head, stuffing her arms into the sleeves. “What do you think? Do you need me to model it for you?” She laughs.

Searching for Something. »

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violetsmurderhouse:

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lingeringlangdon:

Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Tate moves forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I would say so,” he mutters, running his lips along her jawline. “Somebody is happy to see me,” he chuckles. “Now…did you want to try something on?” he smirks.

Violet laughs and nods right away. “Yeah, what are my options? What would look best on me?” She jokes with him.

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lingeringlangdon:

lingeringlangdon:

Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut,…

Tate chucks the pile of shirts on to the bed , he leans forward and climbs over the foot board of her bed. He crawls over and kisses her lips, “I thought I would give you your space,” he retorts.

She pulls him back to her lips after he speaks and kisses him again. She holds him by the collar of his sweater. “Well…Maybe it was a good thing…” It certainly was. She can’t keep her hands or lips off of him.

Searching for Something.

lingeringlangdon:

Tate held a large crumpled pile of his shirts in his arms and walked up to Violet’s room. Last time he had seen her, it had not gone well, hopefully things would function better this time…he didn’t know what had happened. He walks into her bedroom and kicks the door shut, locking it.

Violet sat with a smug smile on her face as Tate walked in. She was sitting up on her bed in only her underwear and bra. “Look who decided to show up.” She smirks and stares him down, not offering to help with his pile of shirts.