Violet Odyssey

Chapter 17 - Present - Axton

November 27th, 1986.

Tara was coming to my house again tonight.

I was so crazy about her, no doubt.

We had a mixtape in, and somehow, David Bowie was in it.

"Yes!" she squealed, giggling.

"Is this with Queen?" I asked through a laugh.

"Yeah, it's their song with Queen," she replied as she danced around.

I just smiled, shaking my head lightly at the goofy girl that she was.

We arrived at my house and immediately sat on my couch. We put in the Breakfast Club, one of her favorite movies.

I gave her a t-shirt to sleep in, and she had brought herself a pair of pajama shorts, as well as an extra change of clothes for tomorrow.

About thirty minutes through and popcorn added in, I couldn't stop looking at her.

I wasn't focused on Molly Ringwald or anything like that, but simply Tara.

She turned to me, smiling.

"Are you alright?" she asked with a small smile.

I nodded, holding up my index finger.

"Stay like that," I requested.

I attached our lips, and she didn't reject it.

My hand's cupped her face as I kissed around it, smiling lightly.

I left wet kisses all around her lips, though I could tell she wasn't okay.

"Axton," she murmured.

"Yes?" I asked quietly as I continued to kiss her.

She gulped, looking straight down.

"Am I making you uncomfortable-?"

"No, no, that's not it," she responded. "I want to make you feel... better, I guess," she hesitated.

She gulped, reaching for the hem of the shirt I had given her.

Then she took it off, revealing her bra.

She didn't look like most people - and I loved it.

She wasn't like the model's people saw in magazines or anything like that.

She wasn't model material, but I saw her perfections past that.

She wasn't in particular busty, but she also wasn't very flat-chested.

But to me, she was perfect.

She just nodded lightly as a response to my silence, licking her lips.

I picked her up bridal style, letting the film play.

My parents weren't home tonight, but if they came home later tonight or in the early morning, I prayed to God they wouldn't come into my room.

I laid Tara on my bed carefully.

I was holding her as if she was made of glass; so fragile.

I slowly took off my shirt, though this wasn't anything new to her. She'd seen my shirtless plenty of times, but we weren't exactly in this situation.

I lightly pecked her lips, worried I might harm her somehow.

"Tara, are you sure about this?" I asked as I grabbed the zipper of my pants.

She nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive, Ax. I want this."