A/N: Hello! So this is the start of a little series. This is my first fanfic with Tate and Violet. For some reason I couldn't edit their thoughts. If anything that is said in first person should have been in the tilted text. Sorry! I hope you enjoy and please please leave some comments and constructive criticism! I'd love to continue this little series between my two favorite teens! Please enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own American horror story or any of its characters.

Tate stood silently in her room, carefully, even a small move in the muscles of his feet; would cause her to murmur those three magic words and he'd be back: Pacing in the basement, replaying her memories like a haunting sonnet in his mind.

It's been so long since he's spoken to her. Or even was able to look at her without hiding like some perverse stalker- well

Violet shifted in her bed, soft silky hair splayed over her pale doll like skin, her eyes shifting slightly; her creamy small hands clenching the fabric of her pillow case. Her small frame came into view as her comforter slid down, halting right at her gentle hips. Tate's eyes widen slightly at the sight.

"Tate.."

She whispers. Tate's breath hitches. Before he can muster up an excuse to defend himself, she coos his name again. This time he, notices something off in her tone. Violet's mouth opens, in a silent moan as she repositions herself again, Tate can see her flushed, rosy cheeks and furrowing brows; her back arching ever so slightly; then back into deep slumber.

Was she…dreaming? Tate swallowed.

Violet was laying on her back, her hair forming a halo beneath her. Her chest rising slowly, ever so often she'd tilt her head back in way that caused Tate to sheepishly trail back to the first time they'd had sex. Tate began to feel a familiar fiery knot in his stomach.

She didn't look like that smart ass, cocky girl that would usually send daggers at him with her eyes. She was the only thing that scared him. But right now, she looked so innocent and vulnerable. He could only imagine the dream she was having…

He closed his eyes. Trying to recompose himself. He wanted her so badly. But he knew she could wake up any second. Tate formed fists in both of his hands-

Before he could disappear into the dreadful basement; Violet's eyes fluttered open and with Tate's miraculous luck, first thing she saw was the distressed, forlorn, sexually frustrated teenage ghost standing at the foot of her bed.

She stared at him. Slowly sitting up right. Her oversized T-shirt falling over her small shoulder.

His dark brown eyes and blonde curly locks were prominent in the moonlight shining through what will forever be her room.

He didn't move an inch.

"Were you watching me sleep? Again?"

"Do I really have to answer that" Tate pursed his lips. He never lost eye contact.

"Pervert." Tate shrugged. A sly grin ran across his face like a mischievous child. Violet shuttered.

"Aren't you gonna tell me to go away?" He raises a brow, placing his hands on the ends of her bed's railing. His thumb ring tapping at the metal. His voice trailed off in a playful way; Violet rolled her eyes in dismay.

"Why bother? You always come trotting back like a lost puppy." Violet presses herself against her pillows. Glaring at her ex lover's face. Trying her best to sound unbothered.

"You're so annoying." She sneered. Tate raised his brows and sarcastically pouted his bottom lip.

Tate rocked on the heels of his feet and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his distressed, old jeans and let out a small chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Violet furrowed her brows. Usually Tate disappeared after being insulted. In fact, this is the first time in months that she's even seen him; though she knows he lingers in her shadows, this just wasn't like him. She was used to his sulking and random love letters that he'd leave on her chalk board; that she'd erase as quickly as she could. He was ashamed to be in her presence and Violet liked it that way.

"What were you dreaming about?"

"I can't remember" Violet can feel the heat rise in her cheeks and ears. Fuck. She can't deny she was having a very racy dream about him. But how would he know any of that?

"Really? Because you said my name." Tate sneers. He watched the girl in front of him flinch. Gotcha. "I was probably murdering you." Violet pulled up the blankets over herself. She could feel the heat rising between her legs.

Tate knew she was lying. He also knew she was turned on. Violet was very bad at hiding it.

"Cmon Vi, we both know you're lying to me. I heard that little dirty moan." Tate winked at the end of his sentence. He crawled over the railing slowly. "You dirty pervert." Tate whispered, he was hovering over her now. Violet, was at a loss for words. She knew Tate was right. For the first time she didn't want him to go away. She wanted him here. So she gave in. A part of her screaming at her to stop.

Violet mewled over the sweet kisses Tate gave her, the butterflies in her stomach were dancing with joy. Tate left trails of kisses down her neck, pressing himself between her legs, making sure she knew how badly he wanted her.

"Tate…" Was the only name coming out of her bruised mouth, the only word that she knew at this moment in eternity; Tate bit and licked at her lips, pressing his tainted, pale hands all over her body, leaving permanent marks on her skin with every grab at her chest and bite at her nipples.

It was quiet now. The house was always creaking with tip toes of the lost souls wondering around and often bickering between Patrick and Chad; or the wailing of Violet's infant brother. But tonight, Violet couldn't hear a soul.

Tate began running his hands through her honey like hair, watching as each strand fell loose from between his fingers. Violet looked him in the eyes, she knew. She knew he loved her, he loved her then and he loved her now, he'll love her always. She reached up to touch his cold, radiant skin with her small hands, tracing the lines on his face; running her soft thumb over his pink, rough lips.

"I love you too, Tate. After all this time. I still love you." Violet moved a stray hair out of his eyes which searched her own for any foul play in her proclaimed feelings.

But instead he pressed his head against her chest. He said nothing in return. Violet ran her fingers through his hair; the silence felt like hours.

Violet knew he was awake, waiting for her to drift off again; but, she didn't want too. She was scared. She wanted to stay awake in this moment forever. For the first time she didn't want him to go away.

Of course Violet was aware of Tate's wrong doing. But she couldn't deny the lonely nights, the sounds of his stupid combat boots stomping in her hallway and always stopping at her door; she pretended to ignore him when he'd show up and try to make conversation; her silence humiliated him and he'd turn away back into the basement where the rest of the ghouls resided. But it was worse when she went to sleep, you can never hide from your feelings and her subconscious did a good job at filling her dreams with Tate's oversized sweaters, his dark, unnerving eyes and messy hair; his haunting voice repeating over and over that she was all he had, before he disappeared.

Violet pressed her delicate fingers into Tate's hair for dear life.

Until the strong lull of exhaust overpowered her.

Violet wakes up the next morning. Her room is bright and full of sunshine. Which indicated she did fall asleep; her clock read '11:05am'. Defiantly.

Suddenly the realization that Tate was in her room last night dawned on her and she quickly turned to her side, expecting the deadly ghost to be peacefully slumbering; but instead found nothing. Her heart sank.

"I…I must have been dreaming. What a weird dream…"

Violet ran her slender fingers through her hair, she presses her fingers against her lips.

Violet could swear she could feel his.

"Violet honey, time to get up. I refuse to let you stay in your room all day!"

Vivian hummed through the door.

"Yeah, coming mom." Violet rolled her eyes and bounced off her bed. What I'd do for some cigs.

From the corner of her eye she saw something:

"I love you for always"

Written in big bulky letters. Violet's eyes widened. So he was here?...She looks around her room half expecting him to be there. Even though she knew he was probably watching her some way some how.

Violet's stomach churns with the thoughts of how last night went down between her and Tate.

"Violet? Your mom is making pancakes. Hurry before there's none left. She made your favorite."

Ben creaks the door open, peaking inside. He could see his precious daughter was anxious.

"You okay, Vi?"

Violet's lips spread into a smile showing off her pearly white teeth. "Yeah dad, I'll be down in a sec."

With that, Violet threw on a purple sweater and a knee length black skirt and headed down the stairs with the thought of Tate in the back of her mind and how much she hated herself for what she's about to do.