Another klonnie short story with probably three or four chapter because I can only dedicate my time to a short story.
I don't own the vampire diaries.
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Chapter I: Unholy heaven.
Standing on the bathroom's doorframe, Klaus stares at the crevices of her lower back. His adoring eyes observe the beautiful dimples, and he envies how deep they dig into her flesh. For long, he wished to be one with her. Until today, he remembers her in her beautiful wedding dress. The day when the heaven decided on his miserable fate, but also the day when he fell in love with her.
Days and nights, Klaus dreams of when his fingers will run on the soft skin of her back. Her open-back dress display an ungodly sight of her divine body. Inches of soft mocha skin, which glitters under the bathroom bright red lights. She is a breathing incarnation of his sin.
For her, Klaus has long ago chosen to spit at the face of morality. He is a willing sinner, but he grazes godliness in her arm. The heaven beauty blemishes next to the fleeting and stolen moment spent by her side.
Klaus remembers their first meeting. She sat by his father side. The entire time when he crossed the half-empty restaurant, Klaus stared at her back. Under the lights, her bareback glowed with a satin hue, which contrasted with the soft lavender of her dress.
The sight of her beauty was unfamiliar. Mikael in the company of a young woman wasn't extraordinary. Periodically, the flickering yellow lights grazed her face, and she mesmerized him. Her existence condemned him to damnation. She was different.
In the middle of dense chaos, she was out of place. Her posed nature clashed with the argumentative violence around her. Her beauty was ethereal. Consequently, Klaus couldn't ignore her while he navigated the ugliness, which was the Mikealson family. An angelic being had no business attending an event as macabre as a Mikealson family dinner. Although, she was attached to the devil arm. Another wife, was she the number four or number five? Ester, Maria, Juliette, the blonde with blue eyes, and the blonde with green eyes. After the wife number three, Klaus stopped memorising the name. However, she was more than Viridian eyes or wife number six. To him, she would always be Bonnie. He shakes himself out of the memory.
Beautiful layers of silk drape her waist and emphasize its narrowness. The young man adores peeling away every layer of material until he reveals her celestial nudity. Disrobing her is a transcending experience. Klaus strolls into the room, and he stands closer to her.
Bonnie does not notice his presence. Tonight, he does not want to disturb her moment of peace. During other minutes in Bonnie's life, Klaus is chaos. To prepare for the hours when he shouts her name in the middle of ecstatic high, he clears his throat. In silence, He continues to worship her.
With her face down, she stares at an empty sink. Bonnie is tired of the cacophony surrounding her. The world started to spin, and she wants it to slowdown. Alcohol saturates the air, and drunkards fill every room of her home. She needs fresh air and him. The young woman detests mundane events, but her husband finds every reason to organize them.
Outside, she has to join the pretence. She wants a bubble and a microcosm of their heaven. She wants a moment with Klaus, but he is parading with his wife on his arm. The young woman fears the suspicious look following her steps. For more than a second, Bonnie would like to hug her lover. However, it will not be appropriate. During these nights, she hates staring at the women on his arm, and there is always a woman on his arm. With the back of her thumbs, she wipes the frustrated tears. She has become too emotional.
The party reaches its apogee. Cheers fill the entire mansion, and Bonnie wallows in her misery. Another minute without pretence and a minute dedicated to him. Now, she wants his arm around her shivering body, but in a room filled with curious eyes, he hugs his wife. The world stands in the middle of their love. The cheers and happy shouts echo higher in the sky. The sounds trespass the walls, and the bathroom ceases to be a safe haven. Bonnie misses him every second, which she spends in his presence pretending he is not the man she adores.
Klaus hears the happy shouts from the intoxicated souls, who fill the Mikealson's Mansion. Another night of debauchery and one of the grandiose nights when his father displays his wealth. Niklaus doesn't care for the debauchery, but he attends religiously.
It is the opportunity to see her without having to steal the moment. It is a chance to hold Bonnie without arousing the suspicious or attracting the judgements. The parties are moments when he is a free-spirited lover. Happily, He can adore his paramour. These nights, he can hold his lover without fear of consequences. During the party, Klaus can waltz with her, and he is the sources of her laughs. Tonight, he doesn't care about consequences and has never done. He only desires her warmth, and damnation may come along.
"Bend." He says after he places a kiss on her cheek.
The seducing velvet of his voice disguises the order as a soft plea. His forefinger draws the sinuous path of her spine. His nose lingers on her neck. His tongue samples the taste of her goose bumped skin while he licks the sweet pulsating flesh. Klaus' hand rests flat on the knot, which holds the layer of silk together. The cold metal of his wedding band grazes the bare centre of her back.
With a little push of his forefinger, he tries to help her bend. Bonnie resists the motion, and she inclines her back to his front. Klaus kisses the crown of her head, and he takes a deep breath of her soft vanilla scent. He slides his hand from her back to her venter. Possessively, the young man presses her curved bottom to his groin. Bonnie's hand recovers his hand, and their mismatched wedding bands collide.
Niklaus rests his chin on the crown of her head, and he waits for Bonnie's sermon on carefulness.
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"Klaus. We're going to get caught." She tries to warn him and stops his roaming hand while he attempts to pull her gown up.
She glances over her shoulder to face him. The mischief in his eyes proves that he does not care. Perhaps, he wants it to happen. She knows his eagerness to evolve into something there will never be. Bonnie knows the secrecy no longer excites her, but there is no other choice. What happens between the couple should not be a dirty secret, and yet the filth accumulates. His proximity intoxicates her, and she has to deal with the consequence of her bad decision. Now all she wants is he.
Klaus senses the dissolution of her resolution. With each second, her resistance thins. He sucks on the crook of her neck, and his finger caresses her bareback. Dedicatedly, he kisses the curvature of her neck. The fingers run along her back until he grabs a fist full of her bottom. He has missed touching her, and she has yearned for his eager caresses.
"Bend, sweetheart." Klaus pants between words, and he breathes against her skin.
A small slap on her ass punctuates his order. Bonnie winces but she appreciates the roughness of his touch. He presses her body deeper against the sink. Bonnie has no escape nor is she willing to find one. She complies with his demand and bends slightly. Klaus tries to soothe her anxiety with a slow caress, and his thumbs graze her cheek. She tries to overlook the effect of his touch, and the young woman wants to focus on the sounds, which escape the ballroom. She hears the sound of him opening his pants' zipper, and she licks her lips.
He rests his hand on her bare back, and the cold metal of his ring frosts her skin. He knows she is going to have her reservation. His mistress is a saint with a tendency to have excruciating regrets. Bonnie is into auto-flagellation, and he doesn't care about the morality of their encounter. They never have enough time to argue about the morality of their actions, but he always takes to time indulges her pious conscious. Ultimately, He wins every argument. Perhaps, it is a twisted foreplay.
"Your wife is in the other room." She tries to resonate with him.
For a second, she glances at his left hand. He doesn't bother to hide it, but Bonnie removes her ring. She waits for Klaus to convince her. He knows the argument, which silences her.
Klaus kisses the centre of her lower back, and his tongue runs along her spine. He knows how to charm her and lead down a depraved path. However, he chuckles when she mentions his wife again. He drags Bonnie's body back toward him, and he rests his head on the crook of her neck.
"If sharing our partner location alleviates your guilt. My father is taking his rest on a couch. Now, where was I, stepmother?" He smirks when she frowns at his mockery of her civil title.
Klaus pushes Bonnie back into a slight bend. Careful not to hurt her, he leans and kisses her earlobe. He whispers sweet nothing to her. He soothes her anxiety with pleas and promises of ecstasy. His hot breaths cool her aflame and feverish skin. When he feels her body relax, he kisses her neck and slaps her ass. He looks into her clouded eyes while he stares at their reflection in the humongous bathroom mirror. In the green ocean, which flood her eyes, Desire is Poseidon. Slowly, he lifts the skirt of her silk gown and slides her laces tong down her legs.
"I'm going to be rough, sweetheart." Klaus does not have to say what she already knows.
He holds onto her waist with an iron grip, and his fingers dig in her hips. Although, the statement builds the anticipation. It is a selfish need, which Klaus has, and away he deals with the resentment regarding their affair. Bonnie is resilient, and Klaus fucks his frustration away. Every time they meet, their first carnal union is rough. Klaus copes with the ungratefulness of their love in this manner. It is a pitiable need for reassurance, and he reaffirms his possessiveness. An unsubtle way to ask her who she belongs to. Bonnie caresses his nape to reassure him and a confirmation that she belongs to him.
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He latches on her touch, and he looks at her in a communicative way. She looks away first, and she is more sensible than he is. The clever thing to do will be dressing up and leaving. However, she lets him disrobe her more, and Klaus frees her breast. He fondles her breast and kisses the nape of her head. The young man places his penis at the entrance of her wet quivering core. The penetration is rough and followed by a disarticulated stroke.
Klaus holds her waist. There is a lot of emotional exigence in his grip. Bruising, His fingers dig into her flesh, and he buries his manhood deep inside her core. There will be marks later on her skin, and she will have to explain those to Mikael. Perhaps, she will accuse him of creating them while he was drunk. It would not be far from the truth. How many bruises on her body are not love-mark?
Although, it does not matter how rough Klaus is. Pleasure overlaps the sweet torture. Her body cannot help but burst like a billion years star. With each passing second, his strokes are more rhythmic and deeper. He drags her back to him, and his hand circles her neck. Her body melts into his. With each stroke, he squeezes her neck. She begs him for more pressure, and she allows the ecstatic wave to crush her body.
Klaus presses his nose against her skin. He breathes her corrupted scent. The mixture of sexual pheromones, which embalm her shivering skin, intoxicates him further. There is more abandon with each thrust. The strength makes Bonnie's knee buckle, but Klaus holds her firmly.
He feasts on her sweet scent, to which a proof she belongs to him. Her fragrance burns his lungs. His scent now lingers on her flesh like an embalming incense, and yet he is not satiated. He frees her neck and his fingers slide down. His fingertips graze her bottom. He swats both cheeks and squeezes.
Klaus smirks feeling proud of his win when Bonnie cries his name. The caresses are assertive, and her moans are louder. His teeth graze her screaming pulse and bite into the sweet tender flesh of her neck. The branding bite covers her entire neck. He licks his jaws print, and Bonnie moans. Klaus' fingers slide in her hair, and he undoes her severe chignon. Free straight locks slip through his fingers, and he keeps a fist full of dark tendrils. He pulls her head back up with a soft tug, and he bends her head until she can face the mirror.
Bonnie stares at the reflection of their joint glistening bodies. The dance and the symbiosis of their bodies are magical. Sheer sweat recovers their contracted muscles and reflects the glowing yellow bathroom light, which engulfs their body. She watches her perky breasts bounce while he thrusts roughly in her aflame core. She follows the circulatory motion of his thumb on her engorged clitoris. She encouragingly looks into the mirror reflection of his eyes, and she gives him what he wants. Unleashed and unpolished, his Bonnie, who is a burning flame.
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He kisses her spine and creates a sinuous path of passionate kisses leading to her lower back. His hand settles back on her bottoms, and he squeezes. There is no restraint of sentiments, and the most carnal side of Klaus worships every inch of the divine woman, who he cherishes. He subdues her with hedonistic punishment.
Their fingers join each other, and the grip is stronger after each thrust. They hold so tight on each other, the knuckles are pale and lacking blood. Bonnie is reaching her climax. Their mating bodies seek a sweet scorching pain, and a little extra violent caress to push them down the edge. He emphasizes his stroke, and he answers her cry for more. He slams into her vagina, with the desperation of a man latching on his fleeting happiness. It is almost visceral and barbaric, yet the caresses of his finger are softer than feathers.
"Please give it to me…" Klaus pleads for more and runs after the abandon, which follows their lovemaking.
Once again, He tugs on her hair when she stops looking at their reflection having sex. He wants her to see what he only can do to her body. She meets every of his thrust while their eyes never part from their entranced reflections.
Bonnie grabs his face between her hands and softly kisses him. She gives him what he wants the more with an extreme softness. It is Klaus undoing. Their relationship is more than sex, and it is unadulterated love. her softness and touches always subdue him.
She gasps when he reverses their position and pins her back against the bathroom sink. He lifts her, and her legs wrap themselves around his waist. She moans when his tongue enters her mouth. Her hands start to mess up his curls and he takes his time kissing her. His tongue slowly massages her, and he lazily bites her lower lip. He teases the skin around with his tongue. Klaus thrusts in her with devotion. He thrusts and caresses her clitoris few more times until she comes. He follows her into the bliss after few more thrusts that are dysrhythmic.
"I miss you." She whispers in his ear and kisses his earlobe.
Bonnie holds on his collar, and she redoes the knot of his tie. Expertly, she cleans away the trace of their interlude from his person. She wipes the stains of lipstick from his lips, and she cleans the transferred foundation from his neck. She soothes the curls on his head, and she tries to recreate his complex tousled hair.
"You should have run away with me when I asked," Klaus answers with a bitterness he cannot hide.
The young man picks her dress from the floor, and he helps her slide inside. Futilely, He attempts to redo the intricate knot in the back. He closes the zipper of his pants, and he climbs on a spot in the sink's counter.
It is an old tradition. After having sex, he waits for her to dress up and redo her make up. Bonnie pushes her hair back into an approximate chignon. Klaus fixes the loose hairs, which are out of place. He passes her few makeup articles, and it is as much domesticity as they can afford.
"I loved him when you asked me to run away with you, and you were a bully to me like any of your siblings." She replies while she tries to avoid picking her eyes with her eyeliner.
He knows she did love Mikael before she discovers the monster behind the charming man. He asked her to run away with him on her wedding day. Klaus saw Bonnie's on her wedding day, and he decided to save her. He was leaving, and he did not want to do so without the brightest soul he knew. Ultimately, he intended to travel the world. He met Bonnie Bennett and saw a small world in her. She was magical and alive. She was extremely young and naive. Young woman with daddy issues. She did not follow him, and he explored the world without her.
"Now, you no longer love him." Klaus counters and there is no doubt in his voice.
Bonnie ceased to love Mikael before she started her liaison with Klaus. He does not doubt her love because he basks in it. However, Klaus knows the answers to his demands. He understands why she is scared to leave, but he is tired of hiding. The answers have not changed in years. With each passing day, he is sure she will never leave his father.
Bonnie sighs, and she grabs his hand. Their fingers intertwine, and she kisses their joint hands. The young woman joins him on the sink's counter. She rests her head on his shoulder, and she raises the skirt of her dress again.
Klaus knows what she wants to show him. He cannot look, and he looks away from the horrid scar. Although, Bonnie takes his chin between her fingers, and she forces him to face their reality. Near the old laceration, there is a new cicatrizing one. Bonnie does not care about his sudden sensitivity. She unbuttons his shirt, and she runs her fingers on the different scars, which blemish his skin. He no longer fears to have new ones, and that is why he can think
"There is nowhere to hide. I tried, and he found me. You tried too many time and now, look." She points at his chest recovered with scars, which narrates his misfortune with Mikael.
The scars are the reasons why their liaison started. On a fatidical night, Klaus found Bonnie crying, and as he did as during his childhood, she hid in the attic. He tried to comfort her in her misery by showing kinship. The monster hurt everyone. He had his battle scars, and she had hers. A thing led to another. Clothes peeled to access the most hidden wound, and then the soul was bare. A simple peck on the cheek led to a soft hesitant kiss, which evolved into a passionate kiss. They were left breathless, and they needed more than air to continue breathing. Ultimately, the kiss turned into a hand running along a thigh, and it evolved in an indecent caress.
Before reason could seize them, Niklaus peeled away the remaining layer of clothes covering her. On the cold and dirty floor of the unwelcoming attic, their bodies laid in a grieving embrace. They had sex for the first time. He was tender because he had yet to live with the fear of losing her. Once more time, he asked her to leave, but she never answered. Klaus left a second time. Years later, he returned a wife of his own. However, a look at Bonnie and they couldn't prevent the spiral. He always begs her to leave, but the stigma on their body terrifies her.
"We never tried together." He proposes, but his words are hesitant.
Bonnie smiles to his optimism. Klaus pulls out a cigarette from his pocket. She can no longer try. He lights it and takes a deep breath. He passes it to Bonnie, but she refuses, which is odd to Klaus. They always share a cigarette after having sex. It is a way to prolong their time together. She barely knows how to smoke without choking, but she indulges him. The young man takes an aspiration and blows the smoke in circles. They are silent for a minute while they deal with old demons. Although, Bonnie has new ones. The price of an impossible love. He drains the cigarette and lets the warm smoke fill his lungs.
"I miss you…" She repeats with a voice made hoarse by the smoke and the building tears.
Bonnie leaves the sink's counter, and she is ready to join back the crowd. She needs to burst the bubble. Her lover is an eternal dreamer. There is only a tragic end to this story. Klaus stares at her hesitantly, and his eyes focus on her back. For an eternity, he has stared at her back.
"We all have to suffer the price of your cowardice." He answers with no regards to the pain his words will create.
If she only ran with him when he asked her for the first time. Klaus stands near Bonnie, and he engulfs her body into a hug. They stand clasped together and silent. They are lost in past memory, and the different innocent meetings, which led to this mess. She pecks his cheek and fearfully looks around. She knows he is about to repeat his plea.
"I can't leave. We can't leave" She insists.
For the first time, Klaus senses more to her rebuttal, and he knows we do not include him. Bonnie's hand cover her flat stomach, and she places her hand on top of his. He takes her face between his wet palms, and he looks deep in her eyes. Klaus will do everything for Bonnie, and it includes the amoral and illegal part. Their tragedy reaches the apogee, and the Cantatore breaks at the highest note. Klaus leans and kisses her passionately. She runs back to her husband side, and he leisurely returns to his wife. They exchange silent looks, and the solution is an evidence. Kill or be killed.