lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

Tate could feel Scarlett’s hand as they worked on his belt with him, and soon, his pants were on the ground. “Damn, what a surprise.” he murmured as he kissed her neck. He wasn’t expecting this, at least not so soon in the evening, but he would take it. He felt as Scar’s legs locked around him, felt their skin rubbing slightly as soon as his shirt was thrown in the pile of already forgotten clothing. As opposed to earlier, when all Tate was thinking about was the food he was preparing, now when all he was thinking was his girlfriend and the fact that she was as ready for sex as he was. With a smirk, he slightly nibbled at her neck, kissing down to the valley of her breasts, which was impeded by her bra, and Tate moved swiftly to remove the bra, revealing the perfect breasts. This was what he was talking about.

Scarlett let out a soft moan once her bra was finally off and thrown to the side. “Mm,” she murmured, burying her face into the boy’s curls and allowing her fingertips (and lightly with her fingernails) to slide down his back gently and carefully. Perhaps hard enough to leave scratch marks, but nothing that would leave scars. Just something that would remind him of this day for another night or two. “I love you,” she whispered, her smirk being replaced with a shy and genuine smile. Something that only came out with Jordan and when she was with her children.

Feeling the slight burn of Scar’s fingertips and nails on his back, Tate smirked. He was a fan of slight pain during sex, finding that not only are there lasting reminders of the intimate at, but also that it makes the release in the end that much greater. “I love you, too.” he murmured as he looked up, stroking her face gently with the utmost love that he felt for her. He’d loved her since they first began speaking, and the more he got to know her, the stronger his feelings grew, up until they reached a point of confession, until they reached the point of realization that they were perfect together, at least from Tate’s point of view. And he adored her smile, which he hadn’t seen before. Tate realized that it must be special, and he saw it, so with a smile, Tate kissed Scarlett sweetly, his hands on her hips, his fingers caressing her soft skin. He was horny, yes, but he was also loving his ‘secret’.

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

Unaware of the posing that his girlfriend was doing, Tate was almost finished with dinner. As soon as he’d turned off the stove and dished up the food, a perfect dish, based on smell, Tate began to turn, stopping first to grab some silverware. Now, it was time to turn around to feed Scarlett. “I hope you’re hu-” he stopped as soon as he saw her. Damn, was she sexy, and she definitely caught his attention, all of it, for he dropped the dishes of food, barely noticing when they clanged on the floor. “Scarlett?” he asked quietly before darting forward, his hardened member leading the way. Immediately, he had crashed onto Scarlett and was kissing her neck as his hands worked on unbuckling his belt.

Scarlett’s smirk just grew when Tate finally turned around. His expression said it all, and the fact that the food was soon dropped onto the ground and his completely ignoring it was just too perfect. Before too long, he was tackling her and beginning to work on his belt. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she giggled as she began to wrap her legs around his waist as well, grinding her body up against his. She allowed one of her hands to travel downwards to help him undo his belt and throw it off to the side, joining all of her already-shed clothing.

Tate could feel Scarlett’s hand as they worked on his belt with him, and soon, his pants were on the ground. “Damn, what a surprise.” he murmured as he kissed her neck. He wasn’t expecting this, at least not so soon in the evening, but he would take it. He felt as Scar’s legs locked around him, felt their skin rubbing slightly as soon as his shirt was thrown in the pile of already forgotten clothing. As opposed to earlier, when all Tate was thinking about was the food he was preparing, now when all he was thinking was his girlfriend and the fact that she was as ready for sex as he was. With a smirk, he slightly nibbled at her neck, kissing down to the valley of her breasts, which was impeded by her bra, and Tate moved swiftly to remove the bra, revealing the perfect breasts. This was what he was talking about.

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

Tate felt the kiss, but that was about all of the attention he could afford to pay at the moment. It was the most delicate part of preparation for the meal, although he’d much rather talk to his ‘secret,’ to watch and kiss her lips, to talk to her. But unfortunately, it couldn’t happen just yet, but maybe in a few more minutes. Tate absent-mindedly heard Scarlett saying that it was hot in there, and he nodded in acknowledgment. It certainly was getting hot in there, whether or not he could see what Scar was doing, and he couldn’t. If he could, he’d probably have a heart attack, though. Just the thought was enough to get him in the right mindset, as was shown a few times before. “Almost ready, babe. Then I can turn the stove off.” he smiled, hoping she saw.

Scarlett nodded at his words, glancing at the food that was being cooked and almost finished. “Great,” she responded, sitting down on one of the kitchen table’s chair and propping her legs onto the table itself, pretty much giving him the perfect view of all of her once he chose to turn around and pay attention. It’s not like she was completely nude or anything, but it was close enough and… sexy enough to get his attention. Especially the fact that it was all lace. Her bra was black and lacy as were her knickers. Pulling her hair out of the braids, she set the ties with the rest of the clothing before fixing her hair up a little bit, keeping her smirk in place the whole time.

Unaware of the posing that his girlfriend was doing, Tate was almost finished with dinner. As soon as he’d turned off the stove and dished up the food, a perfect dish, based on smell, Tate began to turn, stopping first to grab some silverware. Now, it was time to turn around to feed Scarlett. “I hope you’re hu-” he stopped as soon as he saw her. Damn, was she sexy, and she definitely caught his attention, all of it, for he dropped the dishes of food, barely noticing when they clanged on the floor. “Scarlett?” he asked quietly before darting forward, his hardened member leading the way. Immediately, he had crashed onto Scarlett and was kissing her neck as his hands worked on unbuckling his belt.

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

The knocking sound stirred Tate from his own little world, and when he realized that it was his girl, his secret, that was there, a smile the size of the moon emerged. He couldn’t walk away from the food that he was preparing, for it could burn easily and quickly, so Tate called out, “Come in, babe!” in a pleasant, happy voice. He felt like a bad guy, fucking and dating a married woman, but she seemed happy, and as long as such was the case, he was fine with whatever Scarlett wanted. And her face, as soon as she walked through the door, made Tate’s already huge smile even wider, which kind of hurt, but he didn’t really mind. The air around them smelled like the delicious food that he was cooking, and Tate wasn’t so much worried about a single thing, aside from making sure the food was delicious.

Hearing Tate’s voice, Scarlett nodded to herself as she opened the door, immediately closing it once she was inside. She kicked off her boots by the door and walked further inside, until she was finally in the kitchen with the man she loved. “Hey, babes,” she greeted, giving him a quick peck on the cheek just to make sure she didn’t break his concentration by kissing his lips. Allowing him to focus back onto cooking the food, the brunette unzipped her jacket before placing it onto the kitchen table carefully. “It’s getting kind of hot in here, don’t you think?” she asked with a sly smirk that she knew Tate couldn’t see. At least, not at the moment as she continued to shed her clothes, her tank-top being next. Then her jeans. Until, before long, it left her in only her bra and knickers.

Tate felt the kiss, but that was about all of the attention he could afford to pay at the moment. It was the most delicate part of preparation for the meal, although he’d much rather talk to his ‘secret,’ to watch and kiss her lips, to talk to her. But unfortunately, it couldn’t happen just yet, but maybe in a few more minutes. Tate absent-mindedly heard Scarlett saying that it was hot in there, and he nodded in acknowledgment. It certainly was getting hot in there, whether or not he could see what Scar was doing, and he couldn’t. If he could, he’d probably have a heart attack, though. Just the thought was enough to get him in the right mindset, as was shown a few times before. “Almost ready, babe. Then I can turn the stove off.” he smiled, hoping she saw.

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

With a smirk, Tate realized that, since he had offered to make dinner for him and Scarlett, he’d better start cooking. He had no opposition to the task, honestly loving to cook, and knew that cooking usually got a man some pretty great things, some of which he’d gotten just the day before. But that didn’t matter, a guy could never have too much of such activities. Regardless of that was the fact that they really did need to keep things in secret, just so Jordan wouldn’t know that his wife loved another man, and that the other man, Tate, loved Scarlett back. As soon as he could think of something to prepare, Tate turned on the stove, caramelizing an onion in olive oil. He wasn’t the best cook, but he knew a few dishes, and what he did know how to cook was excellent every time, in his own humble opinion. The thoughts that were on his mind consisted of two things; Scarlett and cooking to perfection. For the moment, they were all that mattered to him, especially since he’d had a cocaine fix the day before. He could go without the stuff for a bit longer.

Scarlett pulled on her soft white tank-top that was mostly just an undershirt, anyway, before slipping her leather jacket on over it. Her ripped skinny jeans still fit perfectly from years ago, and all that was left was her normal army boots that she almost always wore. Her hair was in two messily made braids and her makeup was just natural. Most people would wonder why she was getting so ‘dressed up’ for a night in, but for her, this was hardly anything. Soon she was out the door to see the man she loved, the man that was her secret and she was his. Before too long, she arrived to Tate’s place and knocked loudly on the door with a huge grin gracing her lips. She couldn’t help but smile, even at the thought of hanging out with Tate made her insanely happy. She knew it was wrong, but it felt so fucking right.

The knocking sound stirred Tate from his own little world, and when he realized that it was his girl, his secret, that was there, a smile the size of the moon emerged. He couldn’t walk away from the food that he was preparing, for it could burn easily and quickly, so Tate called out, “Come in, babe!” in a pleasant, happy voice. He felt like a bad guy, fucking and dating a married woman, but she seemed happy, and as long as such was the case, he was fine with whatever Scarlett wanted. And her face, as soon as she walked through the door, made Tate’s already huge smile even wider, which kind of hurt, but he didn’t really mind. The air around them smelled like the delicious food that he was cooking, and Tate wasn’t so much worried about a single thing, aside from making sure the food was delicious.

With a smirk, Tate realized that, since he had offered to make dinner for him and Scarlett, he’d better start cooking. He had no opposition to the task, honestly loving to cook, and knew that cooking usually got a man some pretty great things, some of which he’d gotten just the day before. But that didn’t matter, a guy could never have too much of such activities. Regardless of that was the fact that they really did need to keep things in secret, just so Jordan wouldn’t know that his wife loved another man, and that the other man, Tate, loved Scarlett back. As soon as he could think of something to prepare, Tate turned on the stove, caramelizing an onion in olive oil. He wasn’t the best cook, but he knew a few dishes, and what he did know how to cook was excellent every time, in his own humble opinion. The thoughts that were on his mind consisted of two things; Scarlett and cooking to perfection. For the moment, they were all that mattered to him, especially since he’d had a cocaine fix the day before. He could go without the stuff for a bit longer.

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

I could always cook for you, if you’d like?

That’d be absolutely lovely.

Great, so I’ll start cooking and you head over, okay?

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

Where would you like to go?

Um… I don’t know.

I could always cook for you, if you’d like?

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

Hey, would you like to go out to eat, or anything? My treat? We can do whatever you want afterwards?

Yeah, I’d love that.

Where would you like to go?

lovely-scarlettannegray:

tateisdemented:

I guess we’re just stuck at a point that we need to look at the other naked.

I guess so.

Hey, would you like to go out to eat, or anything? My treat? We can do whatever you want afterwards?