"Have you lost your damn mind!?" The blonde hissed incredulously. She pulled out of her arms. Her gums itched as her fangs threatened to expose themselves in her sudden anger. Just the image of what her girlfriend was suggesting had her on the verge of ripping a certain Petrova doppelgängers throat out.

"Rebekah…" Bonnie tried coming closer to her but the Original held a hand in front of her. Blue orbs sharply ablaze.

"Don't you dare start with me." She warned, knowing the witch was going chastised her habit of quick temper. She had every bloody right to be pissed!

"She's the only one who can help us, unless you want to go to Klaus?" The witch said a bit sarcastically, knowing hell will freeze over before either of them went to Klaus for anything.

Crossing her arms, she eyed her. "Why does she want you to do this anyway?" She asks suspiciously.

"I don't know. She's always kind of had a lowkey, weird thing for me and Damon did once mention he suspected she and Emily hooked up way back maybe she's trying to..."She trailed off when she took note of the deepening frown marring the blonde's features. "Honestly, I really don't want to think about it. Look, I'm not exactly thrilled either, I mean it's Katherine, but she's not going to help us otherwise." She was met with silence."But I won't do anything, if you can't deal with it."

Rolling her eyes, she huffed. "Fine, but I want to be there."

A brow arched. "Are you sure, Bekah? We actually need Katherine alive afterward for her to help us." Bonnie joked, though she was mostly serious. Rebekah Mikealson was dangerously possessive. She had learned that the hard way. Despite not being Katherine's biggest fan, she didn't exactly want her blood on her hands, or Rebekah's for that matter.

"Yes I'm bloody sure! I'm not leaving you alone with that wench." She couldn't believe that she was even agreeing to this, but Bonnie was right about the alternative. There was no way in hell she going to her ass of a brother for help. She'd finally free herself of his grip, she didn't plan to return to his confines anytime soon.

"Okay baby, but you can't lose control…" The witch stated watching her warily, wondering if they should do this at all. She knew how the blonde could get.

Rebekah's eyelashes batted innocently as she pouted her lips, making Bonnie groan. "Darling when have I ever lost control?"

"You almost killed that guy who was just asking me for directions this morning!"

"He was eying your body like a piece of meat."

"He was staring at you too!" Bonnie exasperated in defense. "I hated it but that doesn't mean I wanted to kill him."

"I didn't kill him." Rebekah reminded cheekily.

Crossing her arms, the witch gave her a look. "And if I condoned acts of violence...?"

"He'd been a bloody mess on the ground for the rodents to feast upon." The blonde said simply, cracking a smile at Bonnie's slight pout.

"You're impossible."

"But you love me." It wasn't a question.

"I do, so much."

The brunette sighed, walking up to the Original, grabbing at her hands. "You know I'm completely yours, Bekah." She murmured, leaning up and brushing her lips softly against her smooth, pale neck. "Why do you let things like that rile you up so much?" She breathed, before placing a hot, open mouth kiss to her cool skin. The blonde hissed, whirling the witch around so that her front was pressed flush against her delicious backside.

"Because…" She husked out, running her hand slowly down between Bonnie's breasts, making her begin to tremble. "It's just as you said," her hand slipped into the girl's yoga pants immediately cupping her.

"Fuck." Bonnie gasped, eyes fluttering close, chest heaving as Rebekah's lips trailed to her ear.

"You are completely mine." She growled, rubbing her tight and fast. "And for any man or woman who thinks they can communicate their desires-

"It'd just be one kiss, baby." Bonnie said breathlessly, trying to keep her legs from giving out on her.

"Fine." She growled before flashing them to her bed.


second part coming soon~