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Scarlett propped herself up on her elbow and looked over at Tate. Reaching down, she took his hand in hers and brought it up so she was able to kiss the back of his hand. As she thought for a few moments, she trailed her thumb over Tate’s knuckles before nodding.
"Yeah… Yeah, I would’ve."
She answered, her bright, light eyes meeting with his obsidian ones. The only real difference would be aging and breathing. Well, and the fact the two of them could actually go out together and not be confined in one area.
He beamed, Closing his eyes and trying to picture what it would look like if they where married. Probably much like it was now, But without the death and basement. He would enjoy it, Being with Scarlet. Knowing She was his and only his.
"I..Would have married you, Scar. I..I want to give you things. A life, So to speak. I just.."
He let the sentence trail off, He didn’t know how. He didn’t know how to go about the whole affair.
Scarlett pursed her lips as she thought about an answer to his question. It was a yes, obviously. She’d made it apparent that she’d wanted children. As an extension of that, she did want a husband. Or a wife. Whichever one it ended up on being.
"Well… Yeah. Though I knew I wouldn’t get it with Kyle, and he wouldn’t let me leave, so I gave up."
She answered simply with a shrug. She’d gotten used to her fate. She wasn’t going to have what she’d originally wanted out of life, but this was a close second. Sure, she remembered Kyle speaking about getting married and so on. Though she knew he would never do it. She was gonna be unwed and now that was even more apparent and set in stone for her.
Tate thought about her answer and then about his own opinion on the whole subject. He couldn’t really say he’d ever thought about it himself, Having never seen himself with anyone for that long period of time. He could barely stand people for five minutes, let alone a lifetime.
But now it was different, now he had Scarlett. And not that he really wanted marriage, But he had the urge to give this girl everything and anything she wanted, which was something he wasn’t accustom too.
"Would you have married me? If things where different?"
Scarlett moved over a bit so she was able to wrap her arms around Tate’s waist, wanting to hold him as close to her as she could. Most of the ghosts saw being stuck for eternity as a bad thing. Well, she didn’t. Not anymore. She had Tate. Her Tate. Only hers.
"I love you."
She whispered, looking up at him as she rested her chin on his chest. Scar reached up and twirled his curls between her fingers with a wide smile before pressing a light kiss to his cheek.
A lot of the others saw their relationship as sexual. And that was true. Very, very true. But they overlooked — or never saw — their quiet moments. When it was just the two of them holding each other like this.
Tate smiled softly at her, Leaning down to press a kiss against her lips in response to the gentle caresses. Fingers stroke over her cheek, While dark obsidian eyes stare into lighter blue ones.
His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her securely against his body. He didn’t want her going anywhere. He wanted her with him for as long as he could have her and sometime after that as well.
"I love you too. Scar..When you where alive. You ever wanted to get married..?"
He was simply curious. He didn’t know that aspect about her, But he assumed it was there. Most girls thought about that shit. Married life, husband, babies.
Scarlett let out a sigh as she felt Tate cum, releasing as soon as he had. That sigh soon turned into a moan of his name, her nails scraping down his chest. She made sure to keep her hips moving for the both of them so they could both ride out their orgasms until finally she managed to just collapse on top of him. She took a few deep breaths before rolling over so she was laying next to him. Turning her head, she gave a smile.
"Is it just me, or did that feel so much fucking better than the other times?"
Tate loved when she came, he loved the noises the emanated from her, He loved the way her nails dug into him, the way her eyes fluttered shut and lips parted in pleasure. She was beautiful to him, always and especially in moments like this.
Licking over his lips, Tate rolled onto his side once his breathing had returned to normal. This was the one girl who had come close to violet, and probably even have surpassed her. Scarlet understood him, Violet didn’t.
"That felt so much better then the other times, It wasn’t just you.."
He grinned, pushing some of the sweaty hair away from her face. He likeed the moments like this, Just the two of them, in their little world. He’d be happy for this all the time.
"Don’t say that… I might have to fuck you a second time."
Scarlett panted out as her actions got faster and harder against him, moving any stray hairs out of his face so she was able to see his expression. It was a much better view from above than below.
It was even greater hearing his words. She grinned mischievously, the grin wide, as she nodded her head. Yes, that’s exactly what she wanted. She was holding herself off to be able to feel what he felt. What it was like to have his orgasm be what pushed her over the edge.
"Yes. Yes, baby, cum for me."
Tate finally let go. It was almost like he had been asking her permission. It was one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever experienced, all the bent up sexual frustration from weeks passed finally releasing. He filled her up, a loud cry of pleasure filling their room as he finally came, Fingers digging into her flesh hard.
Tate continued to thrust as his orgasm ran it’s course, hoping to get her threre as well before it was all over.
Scarlett had no idea why she hadn’t done this sooner. When she was alive, she was always the dominant one. How had she not realized that that had changed? Well, it didn’t matter now for she was going to make sure that she made up for lost time.
She sprawled her hands out on his chest as she continued to move up and down on him, letting out loud moans as she did so. This was one of the few times when she planned on having him cum before she did.
"Mm… Shit. You feel so good underneath me."
If she kept up her actions, Tate would be cumming in no time. As it was, He could feel himself approaching his orgasm, and each moan and growl of pleasure grew louder and more frequent. Why she had kept this from him was beyond him, But he was glad she was showing him now.
"Scar..You feel good in general..So tight.."
He continued to thrust, growing a little rougher in his movements. Each thrust hit her deeper, bringing him closer and closer to his peak.
"I’m gonna cum, Scar.."
Scarlett gripped onto his bare back tightly before flipping the two of them over. Every time they’d been together, he’d been in control and she hadn’t gotten the chance to show anything of what she was capable of.
Once she was now on top of him, Scar began to roll her hips against his, riding him. She brought her lips down to his ear, nibbling on the lobe gently, as she made sure to keep her thrusts at the same pace his had been.
"Fuck… Fuck, you like that?"
This was one of the things he loved most about Scarlett, She loved sex as much as he did. And she never failed to surprise him with just how much she wanted too do. This was something new to him though, But still just as incredible, even more so because it was new.
He nodded his head at her words, Trusting his hips up to meet hers. A moan formed in his throat, slipping out just moments later.
"I love that. Fuck, You should have done this sooner."
Scarlett opened her mouth in an O of pleasure, wanting to let out a moan, but she couldn’t find it within herself to do so. Her hands reached up to tug at his unruly curls, tangling in them as she bucked her hips up to meet with his thrusts which resulted in him being pushed to her core each time.
She wanted this time to be the time that made up for all the lost moments. All the lost moments that were because of her. She wasn’t so concerned about her getting pleasure, she was concerned about him and him getting what he deserved after dealing with her bullshit but not leaving.
Tate groaned,Burying his face into her neck as he continued to thrust. Fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, Lifting them some in order for his trusts to drive deeper each time. He wanted to hit that sweet spot, and that was his whole aim.
The devil begins to suck at the flesh of her neck, Biting and nibbling on the pale skin, Leaving the dark bruises that where his trade mark. He loved looking at them later on, Tracing his finger over the art he’d created.