21AN: Okay, chapter six! Gah, my finger got jabbed under my nail with a piece of metal :C it hurts to type! Waaaahhhh. Oh, and I did a test of Tate and Violet concept sketches to see if I wanna go ahead with my Violate fancomic! O.O You can check out my sketch on my deviantart account that's linked on my profile.
Chapter Six:
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream,
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Helping Moira clear off the blood off of the table, Abe grunted at the prying eyes. Sooner or later he'd have to tell his housemates what had happened in more detail. Especially to Violet's parents.
"Will he be all right?" he heard Moira ask while she scrubbed intensely.
Above them, the sound of squeaky bedsprings was heard throughout the house, followed by the light sound of –
"I'm quite sure of it," reassured the grinning man.
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"Mmm, Tate," Violet moaned into his healing chest as she felt his fingers massage her moistened center. "We can't. You need rest, ahhh."
"I'm well enough. Fuck, Vi, you're so wet." Sliding his index and middle finger out of Violet's core, he lapped up her sweet nectar. When her hand had accidentally brushed below his stomach, while watching the sun rise, Tate shuttered and felt himself hardened. Despite being in pain, he had to feel her against him at that moment, thus, finding themselves in this predicament.
Accepting Tate's words, Violet's legs wrapped around Tate's lean waist to pull him closer to her. Pushing her hips back to the bed, Tate chuckled into her neck at Violet's impatience. "Not yet. I want this to last. It'll be the first time I've done this with you as your boyfriend in a long time," he reminded her.
Before this situation had started, he asked her to be his girlfriend. After she had accepted him back, Violet teasingly touched his sensitive spot, hoping he would think it was a simple accident.
Tate made sure to kiss every inch of skin that he'd ached for while in exile. His tongue dipped in between her heaving breast as he made his way down to her stomach. When he heard Violet's begging whimpers, he smiled as he parted her thighs to rest them on his shoulders.
"Tate, don't look. This is embarrassing!" This was the couple's first time venturing past simple love making.
"Come on, Vi. It'll feel good, I promise." Or so Tate hoped. He had never done this and only took notes from the books that Abe had hidden in his many boxes and the sites he had stumbled on. Tate had been wanting to do this to her since the first time on the beach. He knew that these thoughts were wrong but he couldn't help it. Forever stuck in a hormone raging teen body didn't help.
Before Violet could further protest, Tate's tongue slide along her pink crest, eliciting a small moan from the girl. One point for Tate. If possible, Tate felt himself harden at the taste and sound that Violet had produced. Who knew that this could be so satisfying on both ends? Continuing to show Violet her new favorite part of lovemaking, Violet's hands squeezed her pillow, feeling the tension build in her lower region.
Releasing a symphonic moan, Violet reached her peek, making Tate crave more of her flowing juices. After cleaning her up, Tate looked up to see Violet's glazed expression from the taste of bliss. "I told you it would feel good."
Violet smiled and pulled Tate up to kiss him. "I don't give a shit about foreplay, Tate," she whispered against his lobe before getting up, with the blanket, from the bed.
"What the fuck? Where are you going?" he asked, still hardened.
"I'm already done, thanks to you," she smirked as she bent over by her makeup stand to look for something to occupy her while giving Tate a heavenly view of her uncovered bottom.
Getting the hint, Tate couldn't help but smirk as well at Violet's risqué invitation. By her side, instantly, Tate braced his arms on either side of her so that he could rest his chin in the spot between Violet's neck and shoulder. "God, Vi, you drive me beyond insanity. Not even the darkness can do what you do to me," he breathed huskily into her lower neck as she leaned into him.
Rather than wording her reply, Violet pressed her exposed lower half into his erection. Slowly grinding against him, she felt every vibration of Tate's body, pressed against her. "Don't tell me Tate, show me," she begged at the feel of Tate's tip teasing her slick fold.
One arm keeping him stead, Tate secured his other arm around Violet's abdomen, so that she couldn't move an inch from him. Slamming his hips into Violet's wet core, Tate felt himself growl at the warmth she offered.
Her walls were still contracting from her earlier climax but Violet didn't want it to end. This was one of her dream positions and it was better than any dream she could conjure. Now that they were officially dating again, Violet wanted to explore all the positions she only imagined and saw on the sites when no one was looking.
In this angle, Tate had better access to hit her in a deeper spot and at a faster rate. Quicker than the two wanted, they came together in a riveting explosion of pleasure. Slumping against the matching bench, Violet turned in Tate's arms so her back faced the mirror.
"God, I've been dreaming of this for so long," Violet admitted with no shame.
"Really? What else do you dream about?" He asked curiously. Had she been having sex dreams about other men or where they all with him? The thought was quickly dismissed when Violet's bottom wiggled in his lap.
"Don't worry, we have an eternity to do all I've got planned," she winked. The rest of the day was filled with exploring the fields of love making, and short naps. Violet's favorite, as of now, was the rough shower sex in the wee hours of the morning.
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"Dear god, where we all that grizzle in our youth?" George turned up the sound on the television, protecting the children from unwanted noise.
"I was worse." Eddie was playing checkers with the frustrated, and losing, Henry.
"Mommy said that you and Mr. Dennis are dead too. So how does Mr. Dennis get his money?" one of the burn girls asked George innocently.
"Well you see kids, Mr. Dennis is a magician! When he was young, people would give him their money so he could help really hurt people get better. After some time, Mr. Dennis was able to have a hospital to help him get even more!" George had no shame in explaining info about Abe to the girls in a magical fashion.
"Is that Dr. Charles and him get along so well?" Asked her sister.
"Yes ma'am. Oh crap, Fionna is an ogre!" he exclaimed as half of his attention was directed at the movie Shrek.
"Does this mean Christmas this year will be awesome? Dude, I want a skateboard!" One of the twins exclaimed.
"No need to get excited kids," Abe chuckled as he entered the living room. "Ah, I see you're all still here. Halloween is over you know. Shouldn't you three have somewhere to be?"
"Ah, Abe. Always trying to kick us out when we finally have time to catch up. Henry and George told me that you were so eager to see us!"
"Come now, Eddie. We practically spent our better years sewn together." Moira couldn't tell if Abe's statement was literal or figurative. The past few days, Abe had been opening up to her about his identity. It wouldn't surprise her, with a past like his.
"Just giving you a hard time. Our planes will be here by six," confirmed Henry as he swept of the checker pieces.
"Oohh, are you going to come back uncle George? For thanksgiving and Christmas?" the two girls asked with hopeful eyes?
"What about uncle Eddie? Don't you girls wanna see me too?"
"Hell no. You're a dirty old pervert!" One of twins bellowed as Eddie looked away in a humorous shame.
"It's all up to Abe." George glanced at the homeowner, who had his arm around his maid's shoulder.
"If it's not too much of a hassle to you fellows, by all means, you should join us for the holidays." Abe felt his innards disintegrating at the thought of seeing his friends more than once in a year. But if it made the girls happy, he couldn't help but give in.
"Terrific! Give me time to go see my ladies back home for some time." Eddie hugged is grimacing friend.
"Yay!" Squealed the two burnt sisters.
Around four, the trio said their goodbyes, all but to the missing teens, and made their way to the airport. That evening, Moira and Abe enjoyed a bottle of rare red wine in the hot tub. "If you don't want them over again, you could've just said no."
"I would've, before I moved here. Since coming to this place, I've felt my personality soften. There's so many children trapped here. I've realized how selfish I've been in life. A great gift and curse was bestowed upon me and it brought me here." Abe's face muscles contorted in a nostalgic manner as he talked about his past.
"Why did you move here if you already knew what this place contains?" Moira traced the rim of her glass with a finger in curiosity.
"I have a weird obsession with the afterlife, being already dead myself. When I was introduced to this house on a tour, a while back, I had to own it. When I moved in, I knew that this was my home. I had to say, all the members greeting me in the foyer was quite a surprise."
"If you already knew we were there, why didn't you say anything?" Moira's eyes widened in embarrassment at the memory of everyone crowded around him.
"Lack of social skills, I'm assuming. I'm tired of ranting on myself, but I would like to know more about you."
"Trust me, it's nothing worth mentioning," she said with her eyes casted downwards in shame.
Putting his glass in a safe spot, Abe lifted Moira to sit in his lap. "I've decided to take this place as my permanent residence, and if I'm going to court you, I want to know you Moira. There's nothing about your history that will make me think ill of you."
Moira wanted to trust this man. He was the only one who showed her respect and treated her like a woman, rather than a sex symbol. She couldn't help but think that this must be a dream most of the time. I mean, she was dead and he happened to be as well.
"Okay, but you won't like it." Moira and Abe spent the rest of their hot tub bonding by dwelling into Moira's life history. When they found a place to stop for the night, the strange couple ended with a sweet dessert in the master bedroom.
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Thanksgiving came almost in a flash. Eddie and the other two were back with gifts for the girls and twins, Tate and Violet always seemed absent, hidden either in the bathroom, their room, or attic. For today, they made an appearance. For dinner, Abe had purchased a full blown traditional thanksgiving dinner times three.
Abe let Tate, Charles, and Lorraine cut the three turkeys when everyone was present. After everyone had their weight in food, Abe busted out bottle of wine, and celebrated throughout the night. Hugo and Eddie got into a massive drunk fight over who would get with Hayden, which she settled by coming to an agreement that she can take them at the same time. Lorraine, Vivien, and Nora babysat the kids while the men had their massive poker game. Moira and Abe had stumbled off to the study with a bottle of his favorite chardonnay.
Violet and Tate had climbed the tree in the backyard, with a stolen flask of Amaretto and a blunt they had found in Eddie's suitcase. The girl's body racked forward with coughs from the lit Mary Jane filled cigar. "Damn, Eddie's got good taste," she giggled
"Taste this shit, it's pretty good." Tate flicked his tongue over Violet's lips for her to taste the alcoholic drink.
"Mmm. It's nice," she said more to Tate's kiss.
The two settled against the tree, once finding a secure spot, and drank casually. Once the blunt was down to a roach, they put it out and threw it to the ground. "Do you think that Abe will stay for long? He's changed everything since he's been here. For the better." Violet thought of everything he's done for the house members and she couldn't imagine what life would be if Abe did leave.
"He said he wanted to live here for a long time. I don't even want to think about that." He gave Vi a squeeze at the mention of Abe's absence. "He's like a father to me Vi. He taught me things I should've learned. I owe him so much. He saved me from hell, literally, and I have you. Abe's making this hell a home for everyone."
With Tate's arm resting on her knee, Violet rubbed her thumb over his scar lines left on his wrists.
"I'm truly grateful that he moved here. At first I wanted to kill him, but apparently that wouldn't have worked. I want to make him proud of me, Vi. I want him to call me by my name. I'm not a boy anymore."
Violet kissed his scars. If only he knew how Abe felt about Tate. She saw the fear in Abe's eyes that dreaded Halloween night. She'd keep it a secret that Abe had called out to him. It was Abe's decision to use his name and Tate's right to hear it from the man he admired.
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Christmas breezed its way into the Murder House. Chad had been running around with the newly arrived ornaments, trying his best to pull together a picture perfect home. "Dammit, Pat! It's almost seven, the guest will be here soon! The lights go over there! Can't anyone do a damn thing right in this house?"
"Calm down babe. It's just the boys. They don't care what it'll look like. You know that." Chad rehung the lights that his boyfriend had described. As of late, Abe had been able to get Ben back into his practices. Chad and Patrick had been his first patients since his death.
"They might not, but I do! This will be our first Christmas that won't have to look like a homeless man raped and shit on this home." Chad exhaled all his stress before collecting his wits together.
Around eight at night, the familiar trio invited themselves in, well mainly Eddie. "Uncle Eddie's back! And with gifts!" Lorraine's girls ran up to Eddie and he scooped them up to rattle a laughter from them.
Abe and Moira joined the reunion with their arms locked. After a week after Thanksgiving, the two made their relationship public, even though it was apparent. "Good heavens! Was it necessary for all of you to bring that many presents? We won't have anywhere to put everything at this rate!"
Once all the gifts were pulled into the living room. Tate and Violet took a break from hanging up tree ornaments to greet the men. "You bratty kids, I got you something you'll enjoy, after seeing what you're interests are," bellowed the jolly Eddie.
Violet face palmed. She told Tate that he'd notice that it was them going through his stuff. When everyone was gathered into the living room, Moira picked up the star to hand to Abe. "You have the honor of placing the star on."
"Well, how inconvenient for me. I believe that my height won't allow it," the man mused with knitted brows.
"Oh, let me go get the step- ahh!" Abe picked Moira up by the waist and hoisted her up. "Abe, put me down!"
"Nope, you'll have to put it on for me, " Abe said with that devilish smile that Moira adored. The whole room rejoiced when the star was atop and lit.
Tate had the job of distributing the gifts, bestowed upon by Abe. Most of everyone received three or more gifts that ranged from movies, books, toys, beauty products, and anything that seemed useful. In the midst of the celebratory gathering, Tate kidnapped Violet from the room and pulled her out to the gazebo.
"Tate, it's freezing out. Where are you taking me?" She demanded, attempting to remove the blindfold, but failing each time as Tate pushed her hands away.
"Hold on, almost done." When the blindfold was removed, Violet's mouth hung ajar at the setup. Tate had hung up white Christmas lights around the railing and had fresh violet's winding around the stands. "Merry Christmas, Violet." Tate handed a small wrapped box.
Tucking stray hair behind her ear, Violet tore off the wrapper to gasp at the gift. It was small, vintage heart locket with a key. Engraved on the heart was Tate's name and on the key was hers. "The key won't fit," she pouted when the locket wouldn't open.
"Here, try this." Tate revealed his matching locket and key around his neck, but with his Name on the key and her name on the pendant. Taking his key, he opened the locket. Violet, taking note, used her key to unlock Tate's. Inside were matching pictures that they had taken in a photo booth during their day in Venice.
"I thought we lost these." Violet's hand covered her mouth, holding back her tears of happiness. "I love it Tate.
"And I love you." Placing a chaste kiss on Violet's forehead, Tate pulled her in.
"I love you to." Violet buried her smile in Tate's chest. "Tonight, you'll have to come collect your gift."
Tate raised a brow in excitement of what tonight would lead up to.
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As the mood of the night began to dwindle, Abe had everyone join him back by the tree. Henry brought out his camera box, that he salvaged from his boyhood, to take a ridiculous family photo.
"Do we have to wear these sweaters? I feel like a grandma?" Whined Hayden, as she tugged at her knitted Christmas sweater.
Vivien had insisted to Abe that everyone should wear one for the family portrait, as a new tradition. Abe was all up for it, but began to regret his decision, feeling awkward in the sweater.
Violet couldn't stop laughing at Tate's expression in his reindeer covered turtleneck sweater. "I'm going to have to punish you later, you know that right?" He cringed as Violet kissed him to try and smooth the moment over.
Once the photo was taken, nearly everyone threw their sweaters back in the box that Henry had brought.
The clanking sound of a spoon against a crystal glass brought everyone's attention to Abe. "Everyone, I want to take a few minutes of your time on this wonderful evening. My gratitude goes out to all of you for accepting me into your home."
"Our home!" Vivien elbowed Ben for interrupting.
"If you'll let me, I truly desire to become a permanent resident amongst you all." At that statement, everyone cheered and drank to that. "On one last note, before everyone gets too wild," Abe paused to bring Moira forward while holding her hand. Taking in a breath of air, Abe knelt down on one knee and pulled out a small box. The room went dead silent, and Moira's heart began to beat uncontrollably. "My darling, my love. Moira O'Hara, will you do the honors of becoming this old man's wife?"
Moira had to look around at the eyes that focused on them. Was this really happening? How could she be getting married after all this time? How could a dead woman get married? She decided she had an entire afterlife to figure that out. "Yes!" she screamed as she toppled her fiancé.
Once the ring was bestowed upon Moira's ring finger, the whole house raged with a celebration much deserved. The newly engaged couple escaped from the party and snuck off to their room. After celebrating in their way, Moira eyed her emerald jewel, welded to the silver band. "Abe, do you really want me as your wife?"
"I've told you over and over. There's no other woman for me. Trust me. I've been searching for years, and you're destined to be my bride. Look at where we are. Look at us." Abe pulled Moira into his bare chest, not wanting to ever let go.
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Tate slapped his forehead when he realized that his poker face failed him at the game of Bullshit. "Drink that shot! Drink that shit now!" Ordered the men surrounding him. The game ended with nearly everyone leaving the kitchen plastered. Frustration began to seep in when Tate realized that Violet was missing.
"Here you go Tate. Violet told me to hand this to you when you were done." The little flame kissed girl giggled as she ran back to her mother.
It's time to unwrap your gift.
~Santa xoxoxo
Read the small piece of paper, written in Violet's handwriting. Pocketing the note, Tate strode up the stairs with a satisfaction of a grin.
Letting himself in, Tate scanned the candlelit room, searching for Violet with 'Santa Baby' filling the room with its light tune. He turned around when the door closed shut. Framing the door with her long, petite body, Tate's mouth dropped. Violet's arms were encased by red elbow length gloves, her height was increased by bright crimson stilettos, white fishnets hugged her slender legs, a flimsy Santa hat hung to the side of her head, and her red, white fluff rimmed corset was topped with a large white bow. Above her head she dangled a mistletoe.
Her step pushed her hips to the side as she swayed her way to where Tate stood. "Merry Christmas, Tate."
As soon as his name escaped her lips, Tate picked Violet up and nearly tossed her to the holiday themed bed. The bow fell from the mattress by Tate's teeth, next came the shoes. Like a kid receiving the largest gift, Tate practically shredded Violet's outfit to pieces. The alcohol and pound of weed, that Eddie had given them, enhanced Tate's desire.
"I'm guessing you like your gift?" Violet asked between Tate's harsh kisses.
"Best gift," was all he could manage as his clothes joined Violet's. Tonight, Violet's natural scent mingled with peppermint and ginger. Throwing Violet's clad legs over his waists, Violet nibbled on his right earlobe, the spot that always sent him over the edge.
Gripping onto the headboard, Violet took the initiative to position Tate's hardened erection at her hungry slit. Once he felt the connection, Tate's hips bucked hard into Violet. The two hissed at the pleasure that greeted them. On this holiday joining, Tate let the grizzly side of him take over. Violet had to keep her arms around Tate's neck so that her back wouldn't slam against the wall as hard as it would without support.
This was the side of Tate she craved for. He only had shown this side to her after Thanksgiving, and damn was it amazing. Violet loved the hidden strength of her lover that sent her over and beyond.
Even after she had climaxed, Tate had continued to shove his throbbing member into her tight and aching hole. Violet had came the second time with Tate. His arms gave out and he collapsed onto Violet, making sure not to crush her. Their sweaty forms heaved from strenuous orgasm they've never experienced, until now. Violet helped Tate roll over onto his back so that she could discard her gloves and fishnets.
Pulling the sheets over their waists, Tate's arms rested behind his head while Violet curled against his chest. Their lockets sat next to each other, making Violet smile at the sight.
"Hey, Vi?"
"Hmm?"
Tate hesitated before continuing. "Have you even thought of getting married?" The energy dried teen felt Violet's body tense up. He mentally kicked himself in the head.
"I don't know. I mean, we're dead. Marriage is more for the living." Violet felt her body tense in shock at her boyfriend's question. Of course she's thought of a wedding! Christ sakes, she's an eternal teen. Dreams of such a wonderful event would seep into her sleep every so often.
"Moira and Abe are both dead. They're getting married."
"It's different though."
"Violet, I love you. I want to be more than your husband one day. We can talk about this later when you're ready." Tate ended the topic as he put his arms around Violet.
"Merry Christmas Tate," was the last thing Violet said before the two teens fell asleep.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream.
AN: Whew. So the next chapter will be the last, sadly. The holidays in the murder house will continue to be epic. I still have New Years, Valentine's Day, St. Paddy's, Easter, Fourth of July, the Superbowl and the Wedding to do! Just kidding. Bahahahah. But the wedding is still there. Also I'm thinking bout doing another Violate fic titled "Noble Warriors." Let's see, shall we?
