AN: I didn't really have any huge plans or plot for this little - ahem - piece but i sat down and wrote and this is what came out. I'm not rather impressed or pleased with it but I didn't exactly hate it either because it could be a good storyline if more work was put into it.
I have a few things to update maybe next week. Thanks for reading.
-Nica.
"She's pretty but petty," Rebekah insists, a scowl on her pretty face and her arms folded on her chest like a petulant child. "And she insists on tickling me with her magic, like if all is forgotten with a few giggles."
Stefan, the dark haired one with a dark look in his green eyes but an easy going - sometimes even playful - demeanor, chuckles. He has his head laying in Rebekah's lap, normally Bonnie looked away from affection between couples; it was private, but Stefan and Rebekah make an attractive couple and whether Bonnie admits it or not she liked observing the pair interact. "I like her, she's got moxie,"
Rebekah rolls her eyes but doesn't disagree, "I like her too but I can't even get her to play dress up with me,"
"I think it's because you tried to compel her when you first met her and then killed her little boring boyfriend," Stefan stage whispers conspiratorially.
"He was going to propose to her Stefan. I couldn't let anyone take our witch from us. She needs to get over it, it's been two months,"
Bonnie, who had been sitting across from them, intent on ignoring them, exploded. "I'm sitting right here! Don't speak about me like I'm not present. And I cared for Jeremy, he didn't deserve to die like that,"
Rebekah stands abruptly, letting Stefan's head fall onto the cushions of the chair very unceremoniously, and glares daggers at Bonnie before storming out of the room.
Stefan sits up, beckoning Bonnie towards him and the witch obliges slowly. Even though his demeanor said easygoing and trustworthy, the look in his eyes told her another story. There was a strain of cruelty right below the surface that told her enough. Even if he had promised he wouldn't hurt anyone, especially around her, she didn't completely trust it and she was even more worried for people around him than the other two, anyone could tell when violence was coming with Klaus or Bekah but Stefan held a silent, unsuspecting, rage in him that he unleashed on a whim.
He pats his leg and she sits on his lap, her arm moving to circle his shoulders just how he prefered and his hands moving to her lower back and the other on her right thigh; he started rubbing slow circles on her thigh.
"Bonnie, baby," Stefan says sweetly. "Haven't we given you everything you want?"
Bonnie nods after a brief pause but she assumed it was long enough to worry Stefan because she could feel the muscles in his hand spasm on her thigh marginally. She had moved into a spacious loft with the three of them, getting her own room, a new wardrobe and several other amenities. They were paying her Gram's (her only living relative) hospital bills, and had even gotten her a gig singing for a speakeasy she used to work at - which was a big deal for a woman of colour like herself in these times.
Rebekah took her on adventures and Stefan shared her literary interests and Klaus helped her hone her artistic and musical talents. They had agreed to help her hone her magic when she became more amenable with their arrangement but it was proving hard. Sure she needed this arrangement both her her Gram's sake and her own but it proved more difficult than she expected because they were all charming and beautiful, showering her with so many gifts and attention that when they did things like kill innocent people without batting an eyelash ; it threw her for a loop.
"And we've all had good times together right?" She's quicker on the draw this time with her affirmation, mostly because it was true but also because she didn't like seeing Stefan hurt, his eyes starting brewing storms and she could see the small lines form on his forehead like he was about to broad.
Stefan nods along, patting her back soothingly. "Sometimes it seems like you're beginning to trust us but then you pull back." A pause "Are you afraid of us sweetheart?"
Bonnie shakes her head slowly. Sometimes she did feel like a prizewinning pig, being comforted and lulled into a false sense of security so she wouldn't see the knife coming and her fear wouldn't taint the meat. But she knew most of that was due to the natural aversion of witches to vampires.
She wasn't scared of them per say, it was more complicated than that; she had gotten into this arrangement with them for several reasons. She was more afraid that their lifestyles might compromise her own and she'd be left just as they found her; near destitute and with a very sick Grams who she couldn't care for.
Stefan face lights up - which Bonnie appreciates because it makes him look innocent and full of optimism - and he tips his head up "Now give me a kiss sweetheart,"
Bonnie obliges, their lips moving in tandem until Stefan bites her bottom lip softly, getting her to gasp and he takes the opportunity he's afforded by her parted lips to slip his tongue in her mouth to engage her tongue. It's an intricate dance the dark haired vampire is leading and he coaxes several moans out of her before pulling away to let her breath.
"Make up with Bex okay? She can get possessive and irrational but she cares for you. We all do,"
Bonnie sighs but nods, she had come to care for the blonde over the past few months as well; she had a tough demeanour but she was loyal and fun to be around.
