A/N: Hey everyone! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things (and writing). I figured some new material would be the best way to do that. And I'm also kind intrigued by the possibility of this pairing. This will have sporadic updates. I just changed careers and my free time is still few and far between.

I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THEIR CHARACTERS.

Chapter One:

I needed a job that actually paid the bills. Sure, my online writing gig took care of some of them, but not all of them. As much as I didn't want to go back to work at a restaurant, it was looking like my best bet. I would be serving and bartending, both things that I excel at. I just thought that these days were behind me.

If there is one thing I'm thankful for, it's that it's at a pretty lavish spot. It's a few towns over from Beacon Hills, but my classmate Lydia swears by it. It's where she's been working for the past two years. She needed something to fund her research trips out into the field. She's a genius and is convinced that there are things out there that still need to be discovered.

I wanted to save up for something similar, just in a different field. I'm drawn to supernatural and the paranormal. I want to write books about it and maybe even teach about it, one day. I want to follow in my Grams' footsteps. But that takes money and I don't have enough grants.

"Bonnie! I'm so glad you made it." Lydia's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I smiled, when I saw her. I leaned in to give her a hug.

"Of course! But it's me who should be thanking you. Without you, I probably wouldn't have this job. Goddess knows I need it." I told her. She just smiled warmly at me.

"I'm happy to help. Besides, I'd be lying if I said that my motives weren't completely selfish. You're a hard worker and I enjoy your company. I don't see any downsides here." She teased. I blushed and tried not to let what she said go to my head. Things would be a lot easier, if Lydia wasn't a goddess reincarnated. She's gorgeous and glorious and everything you'd want in a person. But she's unattainable. I'm pretty sure that she's as straight as they come and I'm too scared to ask.

"Careful now. That will straight to my ego." I joked.

"Follow me. I'll show you the ropes."

It really wasn't complicated. It's no different than any other restaurant job I've had in the past, with the exception of our dress code. We had some freedom, but we needed to dress to impress. Kismet is one of the nicest restaurants around and the atmosphere screams boujee. As long as we wore black, pretty much everything else was fair game, as long as we looked respectable. Black, I could work with.

I was bartending with Lydia tonight. I've been here a couple of weeks training, but it's my first weekend night tending bar. I was a little nervous, but overall, I felt ready. I was good at this. I didn't have to think about it too much. And if it meant that I got to spend more time with Lydia, then I was all for it.

"Can I get a Dark and Stormy?" An older, good-looking man asked me. His eyes are blue and a little dangerous looking. His scruff worked for him and even I could appreciate what a fine specimen he was. I might prefer women half of the time, but damn did he look good.

"Of course," I replied with a smile. I got to work making his drink. It didn't take me long. I set his drink in front of him on a napkin. He grinned in thanks and took a sip.

"You make a mean drink," he said, as his eyes peered at my name tag. "Bonnie," he finished. My voice sounded like sex, as it fell from him lips.

"Thank you." I smirked. He handed me a twenty.

"Keep the change. I have to meet a colleague for dinner, but I'm sure I'll be back." He excused himself. I turned to see Lydia smirking at me.

"That's Chris Argent. I used to go to school with his daughter, Allison. She left to study abroad ages ago. He's widowed and single, as far as I know of. He is definitely one of the finer men we have around these parts." Lydia explained, before I could even ask. I just nodded.

"Good to know."

"Wait until you see his business partner, Peter. He's a wet dream."

Lydia was right, but she always was. Peter tipped handsomely, too. Chris flirted with me and I flirted right back. I didn't work with him. It seemed harmless. What could it hurt?

"You know, if you're friends with Lydia, then you must be alright. Isn't that right, Christopher?" Peter mused. Chris made a face, like he hated when Peter called him that. But the mischief twinkling in Peter's eyes told me that's exactly why he did it.

"I would say so. It helps that you're easy on the eyes." Chris added. If I wasn't blushing before, I definitely was now. Shit.

"I think we're embarrassing her, Christopher. I'm sure she knows that she's gorgeous and doesn't need us pointing it out. Though, it would be a shame to not tell her, just in case she was unaware. Don't you think?" Peter continued. I let my gaze drop and I focused on making a drink for a costumer across the bar. "I was right. We are embarrassing her. Look at that lovely blush on her cheeks. We had better tone it down, before Lydia makes us leave and doesn't let us come back." Peter tutted.

"I think I'm safe. You've always found it hard to resist going overkill." Chris replied. I bit my lip as I finished mixing the drink. I handed it off, before focusing on the attractive men in front of me. "Besides, Bonnie knows that I don't mean any harm. Don't you?" Chris breathed. I nodded, as words escaped me.

"I'm wounded, Christopher. I'm harmless, unless you ask me to be otherwise." Peter added, with a wink. I let out a nervous chuckle.

"If I were to ask you for your number, would that make you uncomfortable?" Chris asked me. I looked at him in surprise. I definitely wasn't expecting that.

"No, not at all." I told him, before I could overthink it.

"May I have your number?" He asked me. I wrote it down for him on a clean napkin, before handing it over. His fingers brushed mine and I was surprised by how warm they were. "Thank you." He took my hand in his and kissed it softly. I let out a little gasp, before I could stop myself. Thankfully, the music is loud here and no one heard it.

"Are you going to hog her to yourself?" Peter asked, clearly amused. I didn't know how to answer him.

"That's up to her, isn't it?" Chris asked him.

"Would you be so kind as to give me your number, as well, sweetheart?" Peter asked. Is this really happening? I feel like I'm dreaming and someone needs to pinch me. I nodded. "I can just get it from Christopher. We're used to sharing." Peter smirked. Chris added my number to his phone, before handing it to Peter. "I've got to be going. I have a conference call. I'll be seeing you." Peter got up. He leaned closer to me, so I did the same. "May I?" He asked. I nodded, even though I didn't know what he was asking. He kissed my cheek and left.

"I hope we weren't too forward with you." Chris mused.

"No, it just took me by surprise." I told him, honestly. He nodded, like he understood.

"We had a habit of going after what we want. Beautiful women are no exception. Are you really alright with us having your number? I know that I put you on the spot." He asked, softly.

"Yes, I wouldn't have given it to you otherwise."

"Good." He smiled and I found it hard to focus on anything besides his twinkling blue eyes.

"So Chris and Peter, huh?" Lydia asked me, as we cleaned up the bar. The restaurant had just closed. I nodded.

"Is it a bad idea? Are they bad news?" I pried, trying to assess just what I was getting myself into.

"Peter can be a little rough around the edges, but they're both pretty good guys. They don't really do the casual thing, though. I don't think I've ever seen them ever approach anybody like that here, before. I have heard rumors, though." She explained.

"What kind of rumors?" I pressed.

"That they date as a triad, not as a couple. Does that make sense? Essentially, you'd probably be dating both Chris and Peter together. Is that something that you'd be okay with?" She clarified. Oh. Oh. That's what he meant, when he said that they were used to sharing.

"Yeah, I think so." I admitted.

"Then you have nothing to worry about. I had to admit, though, they are two of the hottest men in Beacon Hills. Don't get me wrong, I love Jordan and damn, does he do it for me… but those are two men I could definitely get behind." She teased. I laughed and nodded in agreement. She's not wrong.

I put my jacket on and clocked out, before I even thought to check my phone. I had two unread messages.

'I hope the rest of your night went well, beautiful. Would you be open to letting us take you out sometime?
-Chris'

'Thank you for letting me have your number, darling. I promise you won't regret it. ;) Any chance you will let us take you out to thank you properly?
-Peter'

Well, they don't waste any time. Do they?

'Wouldn't this be easier in a group text? :p Yes. You can take me out.
-Bonnie'

I texted them back, before driving home. Well, tonight had certainly gotten interesting. It had been my first night bartending with Lydia and not just training with her and I had made bank in tips and given my number to both Chris and Peter. I was still in disbelief. Since Lydia isn't single, I'm not as surprised that they didn't flirt with her. But she did say that she used to be friends with Chris' daughter, Allison. Maybe that's part of it, too?

I was home in record timing. Or maybe it just felt like record timing, since I was on autopilot? Either way, I was looking forward to soaking in the tub and going to bed.

Once I had tossed my dirty clothes in the laundry, I started a bubble bath and poured myself some wine. I turned on my relaxing playlist and checked my phone. I had two more messages waiting for me.

'Touché, darling. You're quite right. When are you free?
-Peter'

'Beauty and brains – I think we have pretty good taste. ;)
-Chris'

I laughed and poured some avocado oil into my bath water, before turning the water off. I bit my lip. I'm not entirely sure how to respond. As I contemplated my options, my phone lit up, again.

'Have they started blowing up your phone, yet?
-Lydia'

My fingers flew across my phone screen, as I texted her back.

'Yes. I'm not sure what to say… I knew they were forward, but they don't waste any time.
-Bonnie'

I sent her a screenshot of our conversation, before slipping off my robe and sinking into the tub. It was easy to relish in the feeling of the hot water. How can something so simple, feel so good? A soft chime pulled me from my reverie.

'…Tell them when you're free. Make them come up with the plan. Make them for it a little. At least, that's what I would do. :*
-Lydia'

She's right. Of course, she's right. I laughed at the kiss emoji.

'You're right. Quality advice. Thanks, Lyds.

Xo Xo
-Bonnie'

'Monday is my next day off.
-Bonnie'

I took a sip of my wine and relaxed in the water.

'Goodnight.

Xx
-Lydia'

I set my phone aside and just soaked in the tub, willing my muscles to relax after working all night. The work wasn't bad. My coworkers were fine, everyone was nice enough. Lydia is great and I'll be working with her the most. All in all, this new job is looking pretty good. My phone chimed and I made a mental note to check it later. I'm too comfortable to move.

After The Broods' voice faded and the next song began to play, I stretched my legs in the warm bath water and contemplated getting out. I'm pruny, sure, but the bath still feels fantastic. Surely, another ten minutes won't hurt.

I sipped more of my wine and reached for my phone. I had a couple of messages waiting for me.

'We can be free Monday… We'll do our best not to overwhelm you, though, I have to admit that I'm already fond of making you blush.
-Christopher'

'Shall we surprise you, or would you prefer to know the details, sweetheart? I hope you know that neither of us have been able to stop thinking about you, since we met you this evening.
-Peter'

I bit my lip and thought over what they said. I typically don't like surprises, but going out with them will be out of my comfort-zone already, what's stepping out a little more? Lydia knows them and she's assured me that they're good guys.

'Just don't make me blush too much, I'll have to start hiding my face around you. (monkey hiding face emoji) You can surprise me. Just let me know what time.
-Bonnie'

I texted them back and finished what was left of my wine. I reached for the bottle that was on the floor next to the tub and refilled my empty glass. My phone chimed and I drank some wine, while checking it.

'Hiding your face – what fun would that be? It should be a crime to hide that beautiful face of yours. Shall we say, 7 o'clock Monday?
-P'

'I agree with Peter. It would be a crime. How is the rest of your night treating you?
-C'

They are both certainly more forward than I'm used to, not that I'm complaining. I just feel like I'm out of my element here.

'7 sounds perfect. I won't hide my face, if you tone it down a little in person. A girl can only take so much. (blushing emoji) My night has been nice… work and a bath with wine. I can't complain.

-B'

I knew that the last bit of my message could open the door for something that I wasn't ready for it, but the wine was making me feel brazen and I was going with it. Iron & Wine's music filled my bathroom and made me feel completely at ease. This bath and playlist is just what I needed. I stifled a yawn and knew that I would have no trouble sleeping tonight.

Messages popped up on my screen and I opened them, biting my lip.

'A bath does sound nice. Perhaps, one day, you'll be so kind as to invite us, kitten.
-P'

'I'm sure we can handle it toning it down, Bonnie. Especially, if that means that you would be more comfortable around us. The last thing we want is to scare you away. Though, I'm having trouble thinking about anything other than you in a bath, right now.
-C'

I laughed at Chris' response. They're surprisingly easy to talk to, assuming I don't get too flustered, on my date with them on Monday.

'So, I shouldn't send you this, then? :p
-B'

I took a picture of me legs submerged in the bubble-filled water. I looked it over to make sure it was tasteful and you couldn't see anything indecent, just the tops of my thighs, my knees, and my painted toes poking out of the bath water. I attached it to the text and hit send.

I went back to sipping my wine, when my phone started to ring. I bit my lip and mentally berated myself. Why did I send that? I never do things like that. Damn it, Bonnie. I took a deep breath and answered my phone.

"Hello," I breathed, debating chugging the rest of the wine in my glass.

"Hello, darling." Peter's voice filled my ears. I felt a wave of heat ghost over my body. Even over the phone, he sounds like a dream. "Somehow, I doubt that making you blush is the most of your worries, especially with you sending a picture like that." He mused. I could hear chuckling in the background. Is that Chris? Are they together, right now?

"I didn't really think it through." I admitted, with a giggle.

"I think I speak for both of us, when I say that I'm glad that you didn't." Chris spoke up. "You're on speaker. Peter is at my place having some drinks. We didn't want to stay too long at the restaurant and risk becoming too forward with you." He explained.

"Thank you, for that. I do try to stay at least a little professional at work." I teased.

"Do you always take bubble baths to unwind, sweetheart?" Peter asked, his voice filled with curiosity and mischief.

"Often times, yes. They relax me." I told them.

"What are your thoughts on hot tubs?" Chris questioned.

"I'm a fan." I breathed, before finishing my glass of wine.

"Perfect. Bring your suit Monday. Both Peter and I have one. I'm sure we can help you relax." Chris said, lowly. I had to stop the noise that was about to come out of my mouth.

"I think I can manage that." I agreed.

"We look forward to it." Peter's voice was like silk. I'm sure that on Monday, I'll be a goner. Just what have I gotten myself into?

"We should let you go enjoy the rest of your bath." Chris said.

"I'm actually about to call it a night." I confessed. Sleep sounds so good, right now.

"Sweet dreams, kitten. I'll be dreaming of you." Peter bid me goodnight.

"Sleep well, Bonnie. I'll talk with you in the morning." Chris' voice was warm and I was suddenly glad that I agreed to give them my number and let them take me out. Maybe this won't be a disaster, after all?

"Goodnight. Don't let the bedbugs bite." I breathed.