A/N: The title of these one shots is based on the story from Tyler's POV that I haven't posted. Tyler's harder for me to write so that could be why I skipped over that to post this. It should be up in a few days. Common sense would tell me to wait it out since it has more background, but whatever. These stories aren't going to be in order anyway.
I haven't been writing anything but really depressing stuff lately and that's kind of all I want to write tbh, but this is pretty fluffy (which is rare for me to write, and pretty rare for the stories in this universe), but the other two were pretty… idk sad? This is me switching it up, I guess.
I've edited this but honestly I cannot reread this again so I do apologize for any typos. All mistakes are mine.
Cotton candy chiffon is what Caroline calls the pastel blue dress she hands Bonnie. Of course the shoulders are big, as are the shoulders of most of the dresses they'd tried on for the eighties dance, but this one is only huge there and hugs her hips nicely (mainly because it's a size too small and it's a little too late to be picky).
"Tyler will like it," Caroline says in that awkward way she always does when she talks about Tyler, but especially when talking about Tyler and Bonnie. This non-thing they've got going on makes him the topic of discussion more than Bonnie would like and it brings up a lot of questions she doesn't feel comfortable answering. They aren't doing anything wrong, haven't done anything besides kiss a few times, and she's listened to Tyler talk, a lot, the boy talks a lot , but all it takes is Caroline overhearing an argument they had at school to think that they're planning a June wedding.
"So are you guys a thing now?" The blonde feigns nonchalance, a sure sign that she's everything but calm.
"Who?"
"You and Ty?"
The vampire runs her hands along the cool metal of the hangers. Elena's still in the dressing room, Bonnie'd heard her on the phone with Jeremy and that'd been enough to force her out.
"We're just going to the dance together. That's it."
"How'd that happen? It's not like you guys aren't really friends."
Tyler still hasn't told her about the sire-bond and it's definitely not her place to her either. "We are now. That's it." Actually she'd told him the easiest thing to do was to stay home, and he'd promised her that if they went they wouldn't stay for long. What else are you going to be doing? Come on, I'll make it up to you. "It's our senior year; he just didn't want to be the loser who went alone, neither did I."
That's the end of the conversation.
Tyler may or may not like her dress specifically, but she can feel him trying not to stare at her since they've gotten in the car.
"You look nice," he says. This is third time he's given her this compliment, it's the third time she's laughed it off.
"Thanks, again."
"Sorry, I..."
A soft puff of air resembling a laugh leaves her lips, "it's cool."
They sway to the slow songs and skip the fast ones. Tyler's an okay dancer, nothing to write home about, and Bonnie doesn't really feel like dancing. She does go out to the dance floor finding Caroline and Elena when Girls Just Wanna Have Fun is blasted throughout the gym and stays until the. Tyler's and Matt are holding up the wall, sipping on punch she's sure is spiked.
She wonders what the boys were talking about, if Matt's asked about them. Caroline and Elena have made desperate attempts to make this something that it's not, mean more than it does, but it's so easy to tune it out. It doesn't matter anyway.
Matt leaves before he can be accused of neglecting his two dates and Bonnie's arm snakes around Tyler's waist as the football player leaves, only to tuck herself underneath Ty's arm. She can put on these pretenses for a while, pretend that life is normal and going to school dances are things she looks forward to, but Tyler knows.
He tightens his arm around her and walks them towards the door.
Tyler's home will always feel like a museum no matter how many times she been here. Unlike her house they never have to sneak around, she's pretty sure she could live here and Tyler's mom wouldn't even know.
The mayor is asleep, her heartbeat, he whispers as they head to the kitchen. As to be expected it's huge, metal appliances littering the cabinets, pots hang from hooks.
Bonnie's taken off her shoes at the door, bare feet cool on the expensive tile while Tyler's taken off his sports coat and wrapped it around her shoulders when he sees her shiver. He raids the fridge pulling out cheese and meat trays and fruit and vegetable platters. He lives for this stuff, blood only an addition to his diet. There are always leftovers from events and he decorates Bonnie's plate with a special kind of care before tossing the finger foods on his own.
They sit there in silence, Bonnie crunching on carrots as he checks his phone.
Her manicured nails tap against the marble of the counter and she wipes idly at a water spot left by her glass. "How are you going to make it up to me?"
Tyler's eyes move from his phone to his hers. "I don't know…what do you want?"
She doesn't even know.
"Come upstairs?"
Bonnie smiles her first genuine smile of the night.
Tyler doesn't move slowly, that's what all the rumors say, yet he still hasn't done anything past kissing her neck, hands always above clothes, always polite. She keeps waiting for him to push it, wanting him to, but this is what they've been doing as of late and she'll take what she can get. She likes the routine in his kisses, it gives her something to look forward to, something solid that doesn't change. It's insignificant in the grand scheme of things, making-out when she should be looking to stop Klaus seems like a terrible decision, but when Tyler's mouth is unpredictable against her skin, she knows how to respond. There's routine in that too and what makes it better is the response being all instinct. There's no thinking. It's easier than researching spells that are bound to fail.
His TV blasts some annoying cartoon that she turns it off telepathically after a few minutes. Tyler stops then, head raising and looking over at the dark screen for a second and then he's back at her neck. He groans and shifts his weight, moving the hardness against her thigh away and ultimately bringing her attention to it.
Bonnie's hand moves instinctively to his hip wanting to keep him there, and when he looks at her eyes, questioning, she averts them. Her shyness hasn't so much as made an appearance, maybe it's because she's comfortable with him, maybe it's because it would require more caring on her for him has crept up on her in the past few weeks, but what she wants to do with Tyler isn't something she usually does with people she's just fond of.
There are things that they should probably discuss beforehand because it's the adult thing to do; she doesn't remember what the teenage thing to do would be. She's always got to be the adult, make the adult decisions. She should be thinking about Caroline, not that she doesn't have phantom feelings about that, like she knows she should feel bad, but she doesn't have much to hold on to right now. Tyler and Caroline have forever, and Bonnie probably won't make it to graduation. This is mindless and fun, and honestly it isn't unpleasant to have somebody whose presence is so grounding around her right now.
"You want me to stop?"
"No."
"Is it time for me to take you home?"
"No. I told my dad I was staying with the girls."
"Oh, okay…what's wrong then?"
She pulls the skirt of her dress from underneath him. "Can I borrow some clothes?" It's not what she meant, she doesn't actually know what she meant but it's the first thing that come to mind.
He's flustered just a little, and she can see his bulge when he stands, which is nice, to have people wanting you in this way is nice. But it's also a little bit awkward when she remembers who this is. He's not Jeremy. She doesn't know him or what he likes. This is a whole new experience.
It's not long before he's standing up and throwing her a t-shirt and some shorts. "They're too small for me so they should fit you."
Bonnie's in his bathroom struggling with the zipper until she gives up and opens the cracked door. Tyler's focused on the ceiling. His hands behind his head.
"I need help."
He moves the edge of the bed as she finds a position between his legs. His hands are warmer than she expects when they brush the exposed skin of her back. He pulls down her zipper and when the tip of his thumb runs along the spine of her dress, along the top of her spine she shivers and holds back a moan.
His touch isn't like Jeremy's, it's accidental where Jeremy's would have been firm, but there's comfort in that for some reason. That he isn't Jeremy. She turns, her hands holding up her dress and this time it's Tyler's eyes that avert.
It's not like he hasn't seen her in a swimsuit before. They've seen each other die and if that's not more intimate than this is she doesn't know what would be. This is not a big deal.
"You can look, if you want."
His eyes start at hers, asking again and slowly make their way down to her neck, he focuses there long enough to make her squirm, then down her collarbones, the valley of her breasts. She drops her hands to her side and the dress swishes dramatically to the floor.
She's wearing a simple black strapless bra and her underwear doesn't match, the neon orange and blue a contrast to dullness of her skin in the dim light. Bonnie grabs his hand and guides to her hip. He hovers first, again searching her eyes, caressing air before she presses it to her.
Her hands reach back to unclasp her bra when Tyler reaches up to stop her. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"I know. I want to, don't you?"
He nods. "Of course I do, but—"
"Please don't make this a thing okay."
"Bonnie—"
"It doesn't have to be, we don't have to…don't be weird about this."
His head quirks to the side, "why would I…I'm not expecting anything. I won't make it anything it isn't."
It's a good enough answer for her but when she goes to unhook her bra, he's there stopping her, again, and it takes a second before she realize she's unhooking it on his own. The material loses contact with her skin and she sighs.
His eyes are big on her, hands immediately working their way to gently palm her breasts. Lips press against the skin closest to his mouth as his hands slide back to her hips, slipping off the cotton panties.
She pulls his shirt off. Pushes him back. Works at the buckle of his pants.
"Bonnie, we don't have anywhere else to be." Her face warms at that and she tries to help him slide off his pants with more care. He lifts his hips to push his boxers down with a slowness that makes the ache between her legs more obvious.
"Your heart's racing," he says as he stares up at her from her seat in his lap. A hand is on his chest immediately. The nipple flat beneath her palm. She moves it a little to the side, feeling for his heartbeat, she doesn't get why she's frantic and he's seems so calm now.
She watches sadness that creep over his face when he reminds her he's dead, and she wants to apologize for bringing attention to it, apologize for not saving him from Klaus. But this isn't the time or the place, and he shakes it off quick enough. But she pictures the snap of his neck, hears it. Sees his body go limp.
He doesn't feel dead at all. His body's not ice cold the way she'd thought it'd be. It's all straining muscles and animated gestures, warm breath against her skin. It feels so natural, not mechanical at all, not dead. She kisses the place over his heart.
"Come on."
She's already so wet, weeks of foreplay probably haven't hurt, but she lets him get her right to the edge before she stops and moves to slide down on him. It takes adjusting, sex still new and it's always been too infrequent for her to get use to the stretch, but once she's seated on him she feels full, good.
Tyler's hands still her hips, his grip firm, when she wiggles a little. His voice is strained when he speaks, "you're so…hot."
"And that's bad?"
"No, it's…it's really not. It's just the first time since I…I didn't think you would feel so…"
"Hot?" she suggests.
"Amazing." She blushes at that and tucks her head to kiss his neck. He doesn't talk for a while and she doesn't try to move. Eventually he groans and his grip starts to wane. It becomes a guide rocking her back and forth over him.
She's kissing him. He's not really kissing back, mouth too slack, his sighs like aerosol pleasure seeping into her own mouth.
They switch positions seamlessly, his weight pressing her into the bed.
This is better.
He's in more control now, there's less thinking on her end, and he keeps saying her name like it pains him to stop.
She could get used to this.
His hand works between them, his strokes slowing but the pressure of his hand intensifying. Their eye contact never waivers and when she's on the edge, right before falling, she laughs and whimpers his name.
Bonnie wonders if she had sex before she started practicing magic would she have been so skeptical. If she would've known that something that seems so natural could feel so good she probably would've taken to the craft with more delight. The bubble wrapped ecstasy she feels doing a spell, the way power sugars itself all over her body, until it breaks from her skin, firing, exploding, popping is how she feels now; except there's no bad consequences.
It's perfect.
Tyler feels perfect to her right now.
The way he groans in her ear is perfect.
His body's shaking, head buried in the crook of her neck, and it's perfect too.
The dark curtains block most of the sunlight from the room but she can tell it's later on in the day, probably a little after noon.
The muscles in her legs are tired, not in a wholly unpleasant way, and they're sticky with him, with her. Tyler stopped snoring a while ago but she isn't sure he's awake. He hasn't moved or spoken yet. Maybe he's feeling weird since he's had time to sleep on it.
It doesn't faze Bonnie though as she starts planning out her day. There's a few good hours left before being in the witches house gets creepy—even for her, and she definitely prefers researching there. Pathetically, those are her only plans for a Saturday and she knows if she wasn't here right now, she'd probably already be hours into it.
"You okay?" He says turning his face towards the ceiling and thankfully not at her.
"Yeah. I'm fine. How about you?"
The sheets rustle when he finds her hand underneath the duvet, fingers intertwining between her smaller, softer ones and he squeezes. He turns onto his side then, smiling, tossing his arm around her and burying his head in her neck. His voice is raspy and full of sleep when he tells her he's fine too.
She's relaxed in a way she hasn't been in a long time but still none of her spells have worked so far.
Tyler's shoes creak as he comes down the stairs to the basement. She knows it's Tyler because he's the only one who would know she's here; the only one who'd be allowed this far. Her vision trails from the white soles of his sneakers and makes its way to his face. "I brought you snacks."
She smiles and he sits down crossed legged on the floor in front of her.
Bonnie rifles through the bag looking for the red ropes she knows he's gotten her and her hand wraps around a bottle.
The label of the nail polish doesn't mean much because it's definitely cotton candy chiffon. She shakes it, the ball rattling inside the small glass bottle and opens it, the smell hitting her hard as she the drags the excess on the rim. He won't look her in the eyes, finding the polish more interesting.
"I thought you'd like it."
"I do. Thank you."
He's being less weird than she'd anticipated but she can tell he's kind of embarrassed by the gift.
"Give me your hand."
Tyler's brow raises but he doesn't stop her when she swipes the polish on his nails. It's calming, the rhythmic stroking of the brush against his nails and she finds herself being lulled by the act, surprised when his voice rings out. "Is my debt considered paid off or do I still owe you?"
"You think a bag of snacks and nail polish covers going to that dance?"
"There was sex too."
She rolls her eyes at that and brings his hand closer to the candle, looking at the varnish in the light. "It's a nice color, very cute."
"It doesn't look as good on me as it does on you."
Bonnie hides her smile by blowing gently on the drying polish.
A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing.