The Darkness - It Has Me.

“This house is such a bore, Tate.” Honey hues locked into his stare as he spoke. Maybe they could experience love in a new way.

“We can be together. Forever.” She mimicked words spoken once before- only now she knew what that entailed.

“I didn’t know you’d do that. Like, protecting me from afar or some shit?” Violet’s eyes began melting into his- releasing all tension.  She’d spent hours of each day following his presence around the home. Never being able to see, only feel. 

In his arms she found peace.

As they reached the room she couldn’t hold back a smile. Her Devil had returned. Through pain and sorrow- he had found his way back into his heart. Truth be told, she was weary of his intentions.

Eyes closed as their lust rampage came to an end. She stroked his hair softly as his breathing began to settle.

With a sigh, she released the tension of her muscles.  Holy shit. Staying in this position, held up against the door, was starting to bother her hips.

Violet took that as a challenge.

Instinct kicked in as her movements quickened. The rolling of her hips sent his eyes to roll to the back of his head. Her lips moved back to his as her moaning grew in volume. She wanted him to know how good he made her feel.

Flower’s been losing her petals with others while he was away- but she didn’t dare compare the way he pleased to the way they would disappoint her. Tate’s strong hold on her body was possibly the best feeling she’d ever received. Hot breaths melted into his shoulder as her thoughts mixed together.  Their movements became rough, and messy. Nails digging into his back as his thrusts sent her deeper into euphoria.

As his hand slammed on the door she felt her body quake.  “Harder,” She shouted between closed teeth. Her breathing began to hitch as he plunged deeper.

Thighs began to shake.

“Shit, Tate. Don’t stop!” Another loud moan as she gasped for air. Their eyes locked then. Violet thrusted back against his hips as she began to beg.

Flower’s never seen him so hungry. The last time they’d been together, truly together, was her first time making love. Gentle caresses, loving kisses, slow movements. Now she wanted more.

“Fuck.” As he maneuvered their bodies to be perfectly aligned she let out a small whimper upon his touch. Small hips began to lower onto him- she’d forgotten how to love her Devil. Violet awaited his next move- willing to obey his every command.

Violet felt himself pushing against her. Aching to feel loved.

Flower’s frame pushed against the door as her love lifted her effortlessly. Hips lock forward, legs wrap around torso, Violet trapped his body to hers.

This was not how today was supposed to turn out. She simply needed help- help covering a sin. Now, she was about to commit another.

As he pleaded for her eternity she couldn’t help but feel overwhelming bliss. Having someone want you, every part of you, couldn’t compare to anything else in this world. 

“Never again,” She muttered before wrapping her arms gently around his neck as lips followed the pathway of skin revealed by the partially open towel.

As love filled her undead heart she managed to say the words once more. Now strong with meaning.

Violet’s lips followed his smile- shivers went up her spine. She stood with him then as he held onto her. Feeling protected, for the first time in years, she melted into his embrace. How long did she expect to hold onto the pain? Was she naive enough to believe she could tell him to go away- and never return? His lips moved with purpose as hands were placed over the towel wrapped across her mangled body.

My Devil.

The girl felt relief wash over her as if she was baptized in the water’s of hope. Forgiveness would be hard- that was a given. But, she could love him again. Truly, passionately, fully love him. Just one last time. For if this time were to end sour- she knew what she was capable of. 

As he held onto her she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Would loving her ever be enough? Has Devil truly changed his ways?

“You broke my heart.” A brief silence as she looked for the truth in his stare. 

Then, the words came out. His lips released the only thing her ears were willing to hear. She wasn’t alone. Tate had still held on, lovingly, as she sent him into the deepest of despair. This boy would fight for her- forever, if he had to. Flower’s stomach flipped as she leaned to his level.

“Don’t make me regret this.”

As he sat she didn’t have the courage to gaze into his eyes.  He loved her. She loves him. That much was obvious in the way they spoke to one another. Despite pain and betrayal- she couldn’t let him go. Fighting back the never ending sadness held inside of her had grown tiresome. Violet’s angry, heartbroken, lonely. What else did she have to lose? She continued to express her heartache.

“I thought I could fix you, Tate.” Violet finally spoke in a broken voice. “I thought if I could forgive you for shooting up the school then we would be solid. Why did you have to do so much horrible shit? Why couldn’t loving me be enough?” Nervous fingers began to pick at her self harm wounds- causing a few to bleed. The white towel soon became stained with her blood. You just cleaned up, Flower. Stop making messes.

Violet simply listened as her love spoke. She had waited so long to hear him out- it was only fair to let him continue his speech.

“I can’t say I’m still mad at you. I want to believe you didn’t know this was going to happen. But, it’s just so hard. You ruined so much. How could I even begin to trust you again?”

Staring into the mirror once more, she noticed his eyes had shifted. Look at me.

“Might not be the smartest move,” The girl threatened with a smile. “This house tends to play games with you if you stay too long.”