A/N: These drabbles emerged out of many conversations between me and Nisha and comprise what we call The Klamonnie Project: a combination of both our OTPs. I've never written Bamon before so I hope I've done them justice here!

"I think it'd be hot-, "

Bonnie mumbles that last word into her drink, face aflame, avoiding both their eyes.

After two tumultuous years in New Orleans, she knows them both well enough to guess their expressions. Damon would have that look on his face, the one he always gets when he's caught her doing or wanting something good little witches aren't supposed to (those moments have been far more frequent than she'd like), and Klaus, god, he would never ever let her live this down.

As if on cue, the latter asks, "Beg your pardon, love?"

"You heard me," she mutters, fiddling with the hem of her dress.

"Actually, I don't think we did," Damon adds. "So, start at the beginning. You're in the bath, mind starts to drift, hand starts to drift, and you picture me going to town on blondie here- ,"

"Damon," Bonnie grits out.

"What?"

She sighs, takes a sip of her drink, and braves a glance at the two of them.

"Clearly Bon Bon's been keeping some dirty secrets," Damon winks, and Bonnie thinks about how once upon a time she would've set him on fire for that same gesture.

Klaus looks up from swirling his scotch around his glass, "Ignore this boor sweetheart. He can't help that he's an adolescent trapped in a man's body."

"So what you're saying is, you've noticed my body."

Bonnie pinches the bridge of her nose. Klaus sits down beside her and gently draws her hand to his lips. She gives him a grateful look.

"Now, tell me, how many ways did you picture Damon kneeling in front of me? Be as honest as you- "

She yanks her hand away and glares at the both of them. "You're both adolescents. And I'm going to bed."

"Awww, Bonbon, don't be like that-,"

Klaus chuckles into his drink.

Bonnie stalks off, determined to sleep in her room tonight.

Really, she should've seen it coming.

This is Klaus after all. He held your confessions close to his chest until it was time to play and then, he swept the rug out from under your feet.

In her defense, it was hard to keep her wits about her when she was straddling his lap, two of his fingers buried inside her working her almost casually towards orgasm.

Bonnie was so caught up - in the maddening pace of his fingers, his low hums of approval whenever she bucked her hips - she almost didn't hear Damon walk in the door.

He freezes, the paper bag of groceries slipping from his hand to scatter all across the floor. But his eyes stay glued to her, burning across the exposed skin of her shoulders, down to where Klaus had pushed the dress off her breasts.

She darts the hybrid an accusatory look. You planned this.

Klaus only gives a lazy shrug, a slow smile tugging at his lips as he purrs, "Damon. Right on time...,"

Before she can ask his meaning, he moves his fingers again, faster this time, the heel of his hand rubbing against her clit. Bonnie's forehead furrows from the effort to stay in control, but it's a losing battle and Klaus knows this.

She licks her lips, panting, and meets Damon's eyes. What she sees in them makes her wet all over again. Hesitantly, she beckons him forward. She has no idea what should happen next, only that she wants him closer, closer, as her hips roll frantically into Klaus' hand.

Damon approaches her dazedly, almost as if she might disappear, and kneels behind to thread his fingers through her hair. Bonnie tilts her neck, and his lips find her pulse.

"Bon...," he breathes, shock and tenderness mingled in his voice. That voice, the same one that rasped out of him the first time she let him touch her, the same one that stumbled over the words "beautiful" when she'd let her hair fall loose over his chest.

And then Klaus curls his finger and swipes his thumb just so, and she flies over the edge, cradled in Damon's arms.

She comes down from her high in time to see Klaus licking his fingers clean so his lips glisten with her.

His hooded eyes issue Damon a challenge.

The younger vampire grabs Klaus' collar almost viciously, like a brawler in a bar. Then, his mouth presses hard into the Original's, tongue devouring the taste of her.

Bonnie shifts, making room for all three of them on the couch.