A/N: for those of you that are following "No Soft Lights", don't worry! I will be updating that pretty soon. I've been moving for the past month and haven't had time to write a longer chapter, so these drabbles are a quick, fun way to keep my Klonnie muse on her toes. Some of them are connected - parts of the same universe - but most of them are snapshots of Klaus and Bonnie in various stages and versions of their relationship. Hope y'all are having a lovely summer!

Afterglow, part I

Morning peeks through the curtains, and Klaus is gone.

Bonnie is not surprised, not really. But she feels tiny and adrift in his sprawling king size bed, the bed where she'd given him her virginity the night before.

It all feels like a dream, hazy with midsummer longing, and yet she only has to shift for the faint soreness between her thighs to announce itself. She knows she will find more marks - the thumbprints on her hips, the bites on her leg, a bruise on her left shoulder-blade when they'd slammed into the headboard (she had barely winced at that last, so caught up was she in Klaus' hands and tongue and his …well, his everything) - but they will surely fade by nightfall. After all, his blood is still swimming through her veins.

She touches the arch of her neck where his fangs had been. The tenderness there a sharp reminder of what had transpired. She'd never been drunk from, not like that.

The way he had growled, had held her prone by the hair, had drunk and drunk her blood like she was the last thing between him and satiation- heat steals over at the memory.

For the briefest moment, she had thought Klaus wouldn't stop.

(For the briefest second, she had worried she wouldn't stop him either).

Bonnie shivers. The bedclothes smell like them - him and her and mingled odor of lovemaking. She knows they will be replaced with fresh linen by evening - the Mikaelson manner was efficiently staffed - but this is nice. She turns her face into a pillow and inhales the scent of his hair, and her hand finds something smooth. A note, written in the hybrid's characteristic looping hand.

Ah, at last she awakens! Help yourself to breakfast, love. I will be back by moonrise. - K

And a postscript, smudged in haste,

P.S: Rest as long as you need, no one will disturb you.

Bonnie doesn't need to be told twice to snuggle back into the lush pillows.