A/N: I can't believe it's been over a month since I last updated! I've worked on the chapter most of that time, though, as evidenced by the length. 25 pages! It could be its own one-shot! Enjoy!
Chapter summary: Jeremy tells Bonnie a little of what it was like on the OtherSide, and the sex therapy takes a turn to emotional therapy when Bonnie asks him if he ran into Anna, leading them to discuss the cheating. Then, while wasting Rudy's water, the two reap the benefits of Jeremy's cured anatomy.
Sex Therapy
"So are you gonna lie down now?" Bonnie asked, still smiling.
Most of Jeremy's embarrassment was gone, so when Bonnie pushed at his chest with her index fingers, he dramatically dropped to the bed and closed his eyes, Bonnie's chuckle chiming in his ears.
Bonnie straddled Jeremy's legs again but began her touch at his neck this time. She alternated between feather-light and firm touches, sometimes ghosting over his skin, other times taking full advantage of the friction between them. She rubbed his ankles and traced her hands back up his body, and she pictured his tattoo on his chest. She ran her hands down his arms and played the tips of her fingers in the indent of his elbows, and she smiled when he smiled. Continuing her travel down, she played her digits in his palms. She laced their fingers and stretched his arms above his head. Once they were there, she traced the curvy lines on his hands, the ones on his palms and the ones on his fingers.
Jeremy's hands wiggled under her fingers, and she realized that he was trying to move down. She smiled when she looked down, because she had moved up to straddle his chest in order to reach his hands, so her crotch was inches away from his head. She let his hands go and moved backward over his chest. Once she could see his face, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"Wondering if you're gonna take your clothes off too," he responded with a lazy smile.
Cocking her head, she asked, "Would that help you relax?"
"Of course. Always."
"Mmmm." She took off her blouse and shook her hair out after. She threw the blouse at the headboard and reached for her bra. Jeremy put his hands under his head, and she chuckled. She slowly put down one strap while giving him her best seductive eyes, though she figured her little grin didn't help with the seductress look, and then put down the other. A perfect idea struck her, and she stood on the bed, turned around, and straddled Jeremy in the reverse position.
A warm, thick something unfurled in Jeremy's abdomen and spread through his body, up to his chest, up to his heart and made it beat quicker, his arms, his cheeks, down to his toes, his thighs, his penis, and he grinned.
Bonnie bent backward, feeling her hair fall away from her shoulders. She reached her arms back and up and undid the clasp of her bra. Elated at her success, she threw the bra toward the headboard and swept her hair to her right shoulder. She pushed her stomach forward and her waist back, highlighting her toned behind.
Bonnie closed her eyes and cupped her breasts, feeling encouraged when one of Jeremy's hands found its way to her waist and the other smoothly trailed up her back, making her shiver. She lifted her shoulders until the shiver passed, then she squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Jeremy wished he could see what was happening. His mind raced with thoughts of how much pressure she used to squeeze her breasts, how far out she was pulling her nipples, how hard her nipples were at the moment, and how heavy her breasts felt. He saw Bonnie's arms move up and down, and he imagined how quickly her breasts bounced, how fluffy and full they were on top and how soft the curve under her breasts were.
Bonnie's eyes lit up as another idea came to her, and she abruptly vacated Jeremy's legs as well as the bed. Jumping down, she went to her laptop and turned it on. After everything was loaded, she went to Pandora. She hummed as her eyes flitted over her numerous stations. Finally, she settled on her Fool of Me station. She'd created it after her breakup with Jeremy. She chose it because it had a lot of slow songs that she loved, slow songs that were perfect for sexy dancing. She expected something like Mariah Carey's We Belong Together to start playing, or maybe Corinne Bailey Rae's Closer. Instead, the radio station's titular song started playing, and she chuckled even while her heart jumped, in part because the song exposed how she'd felt after their breakup and Jeremy was about to hear it, and in part because of her luck at having this particular song play first.
Covering her breasts, she stood and turned to the bed.
Jeremy chuckled at her determination to keep him from seeing her breasts. "Really?"
"Really," she answered with a calculated lift of her shoulder. She walked to the beat of the drum, giving her hips over to the rhythm, letting the tinkling of the piano play into the secret she was shielding from Jeremy with her hands. "Do you know this song?" she inquired when she was at the foot of the bed.
"No," he answered and sat up so that he could see her better. Reaching back to the headboard, he grabbed the pillow on which he slept and put it on his lap for modesty.
I've allowed you to make me feel. I feel so dumb.
"It was in the movie Love and Basketball?" she hinted.
Jeremy stretched his mouth wide in apology. "I haven't seen it."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, though she expected it. "Listen," she said and raised her eyebrows as if she was listening to too, as if she didn't know the lyrics by heart.
They stopped talking just in time to hear Me'Shell NdegéOcello ask her lover why they'd made a fool out of her. Her voice drifted from the speakers, accepting of the breakup. Perhaps this was after she'd shed all of her tears; perhaps she saw her ex from time to time, not enough to keep her pain raw, but enough for her to know that the pain was still there, that her questions pertaining to how and why and when were still there. She saw this person enough to entertain the notion of asking them this question and getting an answer.
I want to kiss you. Does she want you with the pain that I do?
Jeremy's smile trembled and fell as he listened. He watched Bonnie's hands slide up to her collarbone to her neck, and he saw the promise of a dark brown areole. Bonnie made her head fall back slowly, and trailed her long fingers down her neck, her breasts crushed by her forearms. She looked at Jeremy and smiled. He smiled too, but he did it in such a way that she knew that he got what the song was about and how it related to them. Good. She took a step forward and turned around. She dropped her hands from her breasts and undid her pants. Once they were loose, she wound her hips down, down until she squatted on her toes, and when the stick hit the drum, she popped her butt in-time.
Bonnie leaned forward and dropped her knees on the floor. Jeremy moved closer to the edge of the bed. As she wound her hips, he saw the skin of her lower back, right above the seam of her butt, dip inward.
You say that you don't care. We made love.
Jeremy was aroused by how the muscles in her lower back jutted out as she effortlessly wound her hips and popped her butt, but he needed to talk to her. He got off the bed.
Bonnie heard the bed shifting, heard when he got off of it, but she kept doing what she was doing and waited to find out what he had in mind.
Jeremy dropped on his knees behind her, spreading his legs wide enough so that she fit in the middle. He substituted his hands where hers were and covered her breasts. Bonnie leaned her head to the left and smiled when he took the cue and moved her hair from her right shoulder and seared the skin with his lips.
Tell me why.
"You didn't happen to see her on the other side, did you?" she questioned.
"I did. She's the one who warned me about Kol and some of the vampires in his line being after me. I only saw her that one time."
Bonnie waited. A lot can happen in one meeting. A lot can be said, and she needed to think of nothing else than the one meeting she'd had with Jeremy on the other side to know that.
Jeremy continued, his chin resting on her right shoulder. "It wasn't some big reunion. She was surprised to see me, though obviously she'd known I was dead since she was looking for me. But I guess she hadn't believed it. I was surprised to see her, someone who wasn't my family. She hugged me, and I hugged her back. She said she was sorry, and I thanked her. That's when she warned me about Kol. Because time is fleeting over there, or...your existence in one place is fleeting. Sometimes you get lucky and you can stay in one place for a day or more, especially if you're with someone you know, someone you love, like my parents and Jenna."
"You saw Jenna?"
"Once. On this...huge rock that floated above the ocean."
"What?"
Jeremy smiled. "I still don't know where it was or whether it was real."
"Real? Jeremy, it was a rock floating above the ocean."
"Bon, we went looking for a cure for vampirism on an island that had a cave where, if you spilled your blood, you could talk to your dead loved ones." His chin lifted and fell when Bonnie shrugged her concession to his point.
"What else?"
"It was so high up that the clouds were underit. On the rock, it was foggy. This thick, white, rolling fog. It was beautiful. It was my favorite place over there, this massive black and grey-yellow rock. Maybe that was why I ended up there more than once. My parents kept trying to help me to adjust, but I kept disappearing on them. I didn't mean to. It's just that every time they tried to explain to me how things would be, what to expect, I thought about how much I wanted to be alive, how this was only temporary, and I was going to wake up in my bed or on the couch or on the floor, bloody, with some neck pains maybe, but healed. I thought about you and how you were probably trying to get me back, hoping you were trying to get me back, hoping you hadn't moved on like my parents were trying to get me to do. I had no idea how much time had passed."
He let go of Bonnie's breasts and hugged her tightly to him as the guitar rifts from Prince's Purple Rain came to an end.
"Really?" Bonnie asked as she squeezed his forearms to comfort him.
"Really. Time doesn't exist over there. It's just locations and emotions. The thing that scared me the most, other than staying dead, was something that Jenna told me when I saw her. I didn't get a chance to experience it, but...she told me that often times, especially after you've accepted that you're dead, and sometimes after you've been dead for years, your physical...well it's not physical, but like your body, the body that you see, your spirit I guess, it disappears. You become this energy; you're abstract."
"Energy. Like what witches pull from? Like a part of Nature?"
"I'm not sure. Well it can't be Nature nature, because you're still on the other side, and everything that's natural is on the side of the living, isn't it? The OtherSide has different rules. Obviously."
Bonnie smiled because she was discussing the parts that made up the sum of magic. She very rarely did that. She'd done it with Jeremy back when they were dating. Aja had explained what it means to cultivate natural magic, but that conversation had been pretty one-sided. Bonnie hadn't been in the mood to ask questions or exchange ideas.
"Yeah, but," she continued, "sometimes witches reach over to the OtherSide for a little help. For a little boost. I have."
"You think you're using the energy of disembodied spirits?"
"That'd be an endless source of energy wouldn't it? They're spirits, so they can't be hurt." Something in her immediately told her that that assumption was wrong. "Witches who are killed violently leave behind some energy, and that energy is in the form of tangible power that another witch can use if they know it's there and if that energy is enough to make a difference."
"Maybe it's energy that doesn't have a purpose. It just happens."
"Everything has a purpose. Because everything's encased in magic. Shane taught me that, and I think he's right. Magic has rules, but it doesn't exist in a box."
They fell silent and listened to the sounds that flowed out of the speakers on Bonnie's computer, allowed music to guide the direction of their thoughts. Jeremy drew circles on her stomach and pinched the bit of skin he could gather in his fingers.
"It was a mistake," Jeremy said. He felt Bonnie's stomach quiver in his fingers. "I was in a bad place, a place I never expected to go back to. And she just seemed to be the perfect fit for that place."
Bonnie moved out of his embrace and turned around. He made a scintillating, if a little funny, picture: he was leaning on his knees, legs spread the width of her hips, dick hanging.
"What place was that?" she asked.
Jeremy swallowed. "The same place I was in after my parents died. And after Vicky died. I thought I was okay after Jenna and John died. I felt like I was. But before I could get a chance to handle it differently, I started seeing ghosts. And not just any ghosts. Anna and Vicky. That hadn't happened to anyone else, but for some reason it was happening to me."
"I told you the witches said there would be consequences."
"But why that consequence? I mean I know they didn't choose it, but why that consequence and why me? I was expecting something to happen to someone else."
He wasn't alone there. Bonnie had been waiting for someone else to pay for her helping Jeremy cheat death. Maybe someone else would die in his place. Or maybe something would happen to her powers as a consequence. The summer went by, three months, and she stopped thinking about it, only to be told by Jeremy that his ex-girlfriends were haunting him and he'd kept it a secret.
"So you felt like Anna was better able to help you get over this instead of me."
"I wasn't interested in getting over anything. If moving on was just an illusion to get me comfortable and happy just so someone else could die and I could end up right back at the bottom, then I wanted to stay at the bottom. I knew how the bottom felt, still do. I hated it, but it was so much better than getting attached, getting used to someone, only for them to die when you least expect it, and it's always unexpected. As many people as I've lost, every single one of them managed to come out of nowhere. I didn't want to deal with that anymore."
"And you couldn't tell me any of this," Bonnie said stiffly.
"I didn't want to," Jeremy said quietly.
Lips pursed, Bonnie nodded.
"You were where I wanted to be, Bonnie. Alive and with goals and with a future and actually figuring things out. I was still dealing with people dying. I felt stuck. I wanted to be with you, to be as...normal as you were."
"You realize I was still trying to figure things out, too."
"No you weren't."
Bonnie started at his rebuttal.
"You knew exactly what you wanted. You said you had a calling, remember? You knew that you wanted to fight Klaus to the death."
"Jeremy." She scoffed and stood. Walking away from him, she said, "You do realize that things have changed a whole lot since then?"
"I'm not talking about hindsight. I'm talking about the moment. In that moment..." Jeremy turned to look at her and then he stood. Bonnie's arms were crossed, but he saw that she was remembering how much certainty she'd had back then.
"I haven't been that clear about something since," she admitted. She laughed suddenly. "I barely remember what that feels like."
"I know what it feels like now." Walking over to the bed, he picked up his pants and slipped it on.
Bonnie joined him on the bed, arms still covering her breasts. She sat in the middle of the bed while he folded one of his legs on the sheets and the other stayed on the floor.
"You do?" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah," he said with a smile. "When I got the Hunter's Mark, it was like things became so clear. The wanting to kill my sister part sucked, but other than that...I felt like I belonged to something. It felt good. It felt like I was finally standing on solid ground. You're a witch; everyone else is a vampire or part vampire; Elena was a doppelganger. I was the only one who wasn't anything."
"Not the only one," she pointed out. "Matt's just human."
"Yeah, but Matt isn't part of The Gilberts," he said with flair. He smiled when Bonnie smiled. "It's not that I felt inadequate. It's just that for how involved I was in all of this: my parents, my uncle John, Jenna, Vicky, Anna, Elena, and then you...it was nice to be able to do more for myself than...stay behind while you run out into the fray. And not being able to be compelled anymore?"
Bonnie chuckled.
"The best freaking part," he said, smiling. Sobering, he continued, "I had some questions about being a Hunter, but I guess it doesn't matter now."
"How do you figure?" Bonnie asked, shuffling closer to him on the bed.
"I'm not a Hunter anymore."
"You don't know that. You've only been back four days. Maybe it'll take a while to come back. Like your penis," she joked, and Jeremy smiled. "And if not, then I can make you a Hunter again."
Jeremy laughed. "Just like that, huh?"
"Yeah," she shrugged.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves."
"Will you be okay if the tattoo really is gone forever?"
"I think so. But that has nothing to do with us."
"It did before," she pointed out. "You didn't feel secure-"
Jeremy brought his other leg onto the bed, turning so that he faced Bonnie completely, his legs folded. "I've been through the worst thing I could ever go through in my life. Most of my family is dead, and I feel like that's an understatement. I only have one left. Most doesn't cover that fact. I've been compelled; I've died. Those things aren't going to stop me from loving you. They haven't. And they're not going to stop me from turning to you and talking to you. It's different now, because I'm different. It's hard, but I can handle it now. I mean...everyone I was afraid of losing, I've lost anyway."
"That's kind of morbid," Bonnie mumbled.
"But it's true," Jeremy said with a little smile.
Bonnie sighed. "It's not supposed to be like this. You're not supposed to finally be okay because everyone's dead." She didn't like the thought of him finally being okay because, in a way, he'd finally been beaten.
"I'm over how it's supposed to be. That doesn't mean I don't still want things," he assured her, "Or that I'm okay with losing everyone. I think I was still a lot naive when I started seeing Anna and Vicky. I don't know how. I didn't feel naive at the time. But now I think I was. I assumed I was okay with Jenna and John dying, that I was handling it fine just because I wasn't doing what I was doing after my parents died, but...I didn't handle it fine. I just handled it differently. I wasn't drinking all the time, but I still punished myself. I still found an opportunity to be out of it, disconnected."
"By loving a ghost."
"I didn't need to think about the future with a ghost," he mused. "She was already dead. I'd already gone through the worst with her."
They fell silent as Bonnie mulled over what they'd just exchanged. She remembered how hurt she'd been at the time, how disappointed. At the time, she had pictured someday having a huge confrontation, with tears, maybe some yelling, a couple of "How could yous?!" So much had happened to both of them since then, separately and together. She understood so easily now, but there were a couple of things that she needed to tell him.
"You hurt me."
"I know."
"You hurt me."
Jeremy stayed quiet. He avoided her gaze when she said:
"You broke my heart. I was in love with you, you know? Did you know that? Did you see?"
"I saw."
"Good," she said. Her smile was a mix of sad, pensive, and regretful. "I kept it from you. I waited for the perfect moment. I'd come so close to saying it when we spoke over the phone, but...I was trying to decide how to say it: over dinner, after a movie, at random? And while I was thinking about that...you were cheating on me. You were getting close to someone else. You were...tossing away what we had."
Jeremy avoided her eyes again.
"I was going in one direction, and suddenly I found out that I was heading in that direction all by myself. You made me feel like I was wrong," she said passionately, her voice rising just a smidgen. "You made me feel like I was wrong about you, about us, about how I felt, and you made me feel stupid. I gave you a chance to work things out with her, completely trusting you, even though it made me feel..."
Jeremy waited on bated breath as she found the words she was looking for.
"Alone? I felt alone while she was here, like I didn't completely have you. I know you had some things that you needed to work out, but just the fact that you did need to work them out...I felt like an outsider in my own relationship," she said, her eyes bloated with tears. "Turns out I was right. I was an outsider."
Jeremy bowed his head.
"I should've followed that feeling, listened to it instead of waiting. And you never gave me an explanation."
Jeremy knew better than to point out that he'd tried. That hadn't been an effort. He hadn't even know just what he'd planned to say to her when he'd asked her to listen to him at the Witches' House.
"You just let me go which was so confusing, because in the beginning..."
"In the beginning I tried," he finished.
"You tried. You tried hard. And I asked myself why, and I asked myself why the hell I ever gave you a chance. I should've been stronger, tougher, more resistant. You made me feel stupid for giving you a chance, for falling for you, for forgetting to protect my heart. Because I was alone back then; I felt alone, and then you came and you...You undid that. And then you just...changed your mind. That wasn't what it was, but that's what it felt like to me. You found the person you really loved; you felt stronger for someone who wasn't me, and I was just...I was worse than alone: I was an idiot who hadn't seen it coming. I went over everything to look for signs, and the biggest sign was the fact that you'd needed time to work out your feelings for your ex-girlfriend," she said bitterly.
"And then you were gone to Denver, and things just kept getting worse and worse for me, and I never got that explanation, and then things were so bad that I forgot about it. My life looked nothing like it did back when we were together or back when you cheated, so..." she shrugged.
"I never stopped thinking about you, after the breakup, while in Denver." Jeremy said softly. He looked at her arms crossed over her breasts, and he reached for her hands. He was met with a little resistance. As her arms fell away, and her breasts were revealed, he spared them an adequate glance. After all of her teasing, her secrets were viewable. He couldn't not take a moment.
Focusing on her face again, he continued, "It was a problem thinking about you while I was in Denver because of the compulsion, but I tried. I just couldn't think about you for long before I forgot and mellowed out. But when I saw you at the decade dance, it all came flooding back, all of those feelings. I never stopped being aware of you, Bonnie. And then I started thinking that maybe we were just done. I screwed up, I was screwed up, so...that was it. But then you-"
"What?" Bonnie prompted at the grin on his face.
"You stopped my heart," he said, grinning wider. He watched her green pupils move down and then to the right as she remembered.
"When I desiccated Klaus?"
"Yeah." He was trying to contain himself, but she could see most of his teeth now. "It was amazing," he said, the memory taking his breath away. "My heartbeat became irregular; I could feel that something was wrong; my vision was going, but I'd never felt safer. You were above me, doing it, and...my last thought was 'This is okay. You'll bring me back.' And when you did,"
He was looking at her that way again. The way that had made her fall for him before she could stop herself. The way that had made her change her mind when she'd considered calling him the night of the '60s dance to break things off.
"I knew that I was still in love with you, that I was more in love with you now then I was before, and that I didn't want us to end. I knew that I wanted you back, that I wanted another shot."
Overwhelmed, Bonnie looked away from him.
"I want you to take a chance again," Jeremy implored. "On me, on us. I swear you won't be disappointed. I'm different. I won't betray you again, and I won't lie. I don't want anyone but you; I didn't before. I swear I can handle things better now."
Bonnie was looking away from him, her head bowed to her shoulder, though he could tell from her parted lips that she was thinking about his request. She was topless, a little rattled from their conversation. She'd just told him about how much he'd hurt her, how he'd disappointed her. Her hands were soft and thin in his hands, the skin in the middle of her fingers wrinkly and bunched up. And he was getting hard. He didn't understand what kind of timing that was, but the memory of her stopping his heart plus her hesitance now, the fact that he was getting to her but there was still a part of her that wanted to take more time, take things slower, all resulted in his dick stiffening in his pants.
He kept very still, wanting to tell her, but not wanting to disturb her thoughts and also not wanting to speak too soon in case his arousal went away. It was only in the beginning stage, after all. His penis hadn't even started to rise yet. It was still mostly soft.
Bonnie's green eyes connected to his dark brown ones and "mostly" became "kind of." Her mouth opened and it stayed that way long enough that he expected her to say, "I have to think about it." Instead she said:
"A second chance." Bonnie took control of the hand-holding. She maneuvered herself onto her knees and pulled him into the middle of the bed, amused at the fact that he was forced to wobble seeing as his legs were crossed, and she was holding his hands. Once she was satisfied with his placement, she climbed on his lap and crossed her legs behind his butt.
"Yeah," he said, not breaking eye-contact.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
Instead of repeating herself, she kissed him.
"But if you hurt me again..."
"I won't. I swear. I promise."
She'd rescued Jeremy from death's clutches because she loved him. She hadn't been thinking about what their status would be afterward. She'd been starving, after all. She'd been prepared to hide under their label of "friends." How much she believed that that would happen was another story. However unfair it was, she would've resented Jeremy if he had let it happen. But that wasn't the boy she was in love with. There was no chance he would've let it happen, and however deeply rooted she was in her bad habits, a tiny but powerful part of her had known that. She hadn't been thinking explicitly about her and Jeremy getting back together, but it had felt like things between them couldn't remain the same after she resurrected him.
She smiled after Jeremy kissed her and then proceeded to rove on down to breasts. "This is supposed to be your therapy," she said throatily, observing him.
"It is," he affirmed, continuing his worship of her breasts. He was giving her left nipple short licks with the tip of his tongue when she started to channel him. He jumped a little, and his dick responded immediately.
"Seriously," she murmured. "We should get back to it."
"We're already back to it. It's working right now," he said against her breast.
Bonnie didn't know whether he meant their position was working just fine for channeling or that the channeling was working and his dick was getting back to normal. Instead of asking for clarification, she stopped channeling him.
Jeremy missed the feeling right away.
She moved away from him and smiled at the insult on his face. "Lie down."
Sighing, Jeremy moved toward the headboard and took off his pants. It was his turn to smile when his dick bounced out, hanging in mid-air. Bonnie raised her eyebrows, and he laid prone before her. Nervous energy streamed through his stomach. He wasn't embarrassed anymore, but somehow he felt more vulnerable. It wasn't because she was only half naked while he was in his birthday suit. She was on her knees between his legs, and he supposed that was the source of the vulnerability: she wasn't about to give him a blowjob. She was about to touch him, just touch him and look at him. There would be no pleasure in the traditional sense. He was just spread naked before her, he wondered if she had felt this vulnerable four days ago when her legs had been spread with him between them.
It was kind of thrilling, lying bare before her. He closed his eyes and gave in to her hands and to his thoughts. He was getting hard, but he wanted this fix to be permanent, so he hoped; he believed; he prayed, and he came the closest he had ever come to praying to Bonnie. Not Bonnie specifically but her powers. She was convinced that this was the way to fix him, and it was working so far, and her beliefs had never led anyone astray. Bonnie's powers always worked; Bonnie's spells always worked; what Bonnie wanted always came to pass. She'd wanted him. She'd wanted him in this realm, alive, breathing, in her life and by her side, and that's exactly where he was. So this would work.
And he kept that line of thought and insisted on it while her powers swam inside his body, hitting his heart, his throat, his ribcage. It was all surface, the way he conceptualized it. He didn't feel anything on his back. It was all in front: his nipples, his eyelids, his kneecaps, and he twitched when it hit some places that tickled.
He opened his eyes when the lyrics of the current song penetrated his concentration.
And who am I to say you love me?
I don't know anything at all
And who am I to say you need me?
He opened his eyes and caught her in beautiful concentration, her hands rubbing against his skin, isolated to his thighs and his pelvis, though he felt her power almost everywhere else. His heart thudded, and he gasped when she started taking more from him, giving more to him, and he shifted his legs as his arousal became more prominent.
Bonnie opened her eyes at his gasp. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he rasped. She looked down at his arousal and grinned, and his vulnerability ratcheted up, although this, too, turned him on. He even spread his legs a little wider.
Bonnie noticed and glided her hands up, forming a triangle on his pelvis. To her surprise, Jeremy jerked his hips up and cursed.
"Wow," he said breathlessly. "Wait." He took her hands away.
"You okay?"
"Fine, I just...that was unexpected."
"But good?" She grinned, because she knew it was good. She'd been looking at his face when he'd jerked, and she wouldn't mind if that was the look on his face for the rest of the night. She grew playful as Prince's Kiss bounced out of her speakers.
I want to be your fantasy
Maybe you could be mine
Yes. The lyrics repeated themselves in her mind as she channeled him again, increasing the intensity. She felt it in her, too. She was feeding herself, and she felt the power bubbling inside of her. She wanted to let it out, but she wasn't sure that she could control the outcome. She might mess around and flick the television that her dad was watching downstairs on and off. So she kept it in, her excitement building, her heart racing, her toes stretching and curling. She didn't get many chances to focus on the fact nowadays, but she loved doing spells because they made her feel powerful. It felt good to exude her power. She didn't often feel arousal at the exodus. In fact, she'd only felt it three times: two of those times were when Luka had channeled her. It had been sudden and more than a little embarrassing when it happened in the middle of the school, but she'd successfully played it off, and she'd been ready for it when he'd channeled her on the rooftop. The third time had been when she'd stopped Jeremy's heart. Her arousal then had been unexpected, too, but after the spell had been completed and he'd come back to life, she'd had a hard time keeping her eyes off of him, off of his body, at the Klaus is Dead Party Caroline had quickly put together later.
Now, desire pooled in her belly and moistened her center; it hardened her nipples and sent ripples along her arms and chest. She channeled Jeremy from his pelvis and let the magic scurry throughout her body, unspent, unreleased. She felt Jeremy squirming under her and smirked. She opened her eyes in time to watch him throw his arms over his eyes in an attempt to deal with what he was feeling. Bonnie licked from below his belly button to his adam's apple where she sucked on the skin.
She tried to channel him through her lips, but she couldn't. Her use of her powers, especially channeling, was very focused on her hands. She didn't have enough concentration or training to use it through any other body part. Maybe that was something she could work on. Surely Jeremy wouldn't mind helping. He sure didn't mind her necking him. One of his hands was steady on the back of her head as she explored the scope of his neck. It was thicker and harder than the last time she'd kissed it. That was true for all of him.
Jeremy slipped his hands between them and went to work on her pants. When he'd loosened everything, Bonnie rose further so that he could slip them down, and she did the rest of the work. He rose to take over and explore her body, but she pushed him back down, the word in her eyes a firm, "No."
He had no problem going along with what she wanted, and what she wanted was close to his pelvis, so she kissed her way down his body to his dick. Unabashed, Bonnie licked his length, over and over, first slow, then more frequent until she felt like she was savoring a lollipop. When Jeremy's dick twitched toward his pelvis, she followed it and pushed it down with her tongue until it touched his lower stomach, and when she licked to the top she wrapped her lips around the head and took him in. She had no idea how he was reacting to this, but he hadn't stopped her yet or uttered a single sound, so she figured she could keep going.
She wrapped her hands at his base and sucked the mushroom head, only the head, pushing the flat of her tongue against it on the stroke up. Her hand at his base moved when he shifted his hips. She would've smiled at the response if she wasn't very into what she was doing. She liked the way the head of his dick felt in her mouth, loved the feel of the pudgy skin against her tongue.
When she was ready, she took him deeper, opened her mouth wider, and she changed her rhythm to accommodate his width. Her enthusiasm at blowing him manifested in her mouth watering, and she let it go, her saliva lubing his cock, making it easier for her to move her hand. She slurped as she sucked, and it only served to make her mouth water more.
She increased her tempo, head bobbing faster, lips alternating between tight and loose on his dick, hands a firm pressure, and Jeremy cursed. His elbows were on the bed, his hands suspended, and he'd been keeping quiet as he took in the sight of Bonnie taking care of his dick. What she was doing felt amazing, and his dick was rock hard. She took her time, then got voracious, and his dick was wet with her drool. He smiled sloppily when she moaned.
What excited him the most about Bonnie sucking his dick was that she seemed to love it, love it as much as he'd loved eating her out a couple of days ago. She didn't rush. At the moment, her hand was off his dick, and she was leisurely licking the length of him again, turning her head from side to side, her ass moving enticingly as she licked him from all angles.
She grabbed hold of him again and took him deep in her throat until she gagged hard. His eyes flew to the door, and he desperately hoped her dad wasn't anywhere in the vicinity. As mayor, Jeremy imagined that Rudy wouldn't just kick him out of the house if he discovered them, he'd kick him out of the town.
Bonnie wasn't concerned, because she took him deep again, and Jeremy decided that she had no reason to be concerned: wasn't her life that would be in danger if they got caught. Her gag reflex acted up again, and although Jeremy sent up a prayer that he was exaggerating how loud she was being, he was more excited about the fact that she kept trying. He threw caution to the wind, for the moment, and focused on how amazing it felt when his dick crawled up the tightness of her larynx.
"Do it again," he panted. So maybe he was throwing caution to the wind for longer than 'a moment.'
When Bonnie left him and went to the bathroom, he realized that she was paying a lot more attention than he'd given her credit for. She turned on the faucet in the shower, turned it all the way to the right and then walked back to the bedroom. She looked at him knowingly and he grinned.
She gagged every time, and he was ready to come. His hand was on the back of her head, sometimes rubbing, sometimes tightening his fingers as she took him deep, sometimes pushing adequately as she bobbed. He was spread-eagle under her, and he wanted to come in her mouth, but he warned her.
Bonnie gave no indication of how she planned to handle his impending release. She liked him hard, wanted him to stay that way. For now, however, she wanted to taste his come, so, spurred by his hands fisting her hair, she deep-throated him, waited for that grunt she knew was coming, and then held his base as she sucked him to completion.
Jeremy's balls tightened, heavy on the mattress, and as he opened his hands to cup her head, Bonnie felt what she'd been waiting for. He wasn't looking at her; she couldn't see his face, but she felt his eyes on her. As he got ready to come, as he literally held on to her for the impending fall, she felt the gravity of bringing him back to life. The way he panted for her, forced his breath out of his body for her, the way he cradled her head, pulling her towards him, the way he pushed his hips into her mouth, the way he was ready to come for her, the way his whole body was focused and attuned to what she was doing. He was desperate for her like she was the woman who brought him back.
It was Jeremy's first orgasm since he'd come back to life, and he felt like the oxygen was being drained from his brain. His shoulders, chest, and thighs tightened, and he grunted roughly with every thrust of his come.
Bonnie lifted her head to swallow the last drop, and then she went back to sucking, something Jeremy had never had before. After blow jobs from his last two lovers, he would get a final lick and then they'd move on to something else. So the sensitivity he experienced as Bonnie sucked the head of his dick as if the slate had been wiped clean and she was blowing him for the first time that night was excruciating, delightfully so. At first.
"Okay, okay, okay," he plead, his hands on Bonnie's head clearly asking her to ease off.
Bonnie raised her head, and Jeremy backed away from her. "Are you okay?" she asked with a self-satisfied smile.
Jeremy smiled as he took refuge by the headboard. "I'm gonna get you for that," he panted.
"It wasn't punishment."
"I don't care. Shit. It was good." He let his head fall against the headboard. "Take off your underwear and come here."
Biting her lip (she could still taste him, and he tasted good), Bonnie stood on the bed and took off her underwear. "It's not a competition," she teased in hopes that they would indeed turn it into a competition.
"We're wasting your water," he remarked.
"Ah, damn it," Bonnie said as she looked at the bathroom. "Maybe you just take long showers." But she was starting to feel guilty about the water they were wasting.
Jeremy beckoned her with his finger.
"How far are we gonna take this?" she asked as she walked up to him.
"We don't have any condoms," he said.
He slouched against the headboard like the fight had been knocked out of him. Bonnie loved the picture.
"I can go buy some. It's not too late."
"I mean it's not a big deal; we can save it for another day." As he expected, all amicability disappeared from her face. "You said it wasn't a competition. I can just eat you out," he proposed as he grabbed on to her legs.
Bonnie squatted a little so that he could get at her. She continued the conversation while he worked. "Yeah, but...I already know what your tongue feels like. I had it...for a while...a couple of days ago. I want your..."
Jeremy let go of her clit, looked up at her and responded, "Dick?"
She smiled down at him. "Yes. Especially if we're gonna use the water as cover."
Jeremy sighed. "Fine. But don't go too far, most places are closed at this time."
"Some places are open," Bonnie said as she hopped off the bed and grabbed her underwear. It was heavy from her wetness, and she could see a glob of her pre come on it. She wiped it on her mattress. "What, you think I'm gonna go outside the town limits for condoms?"
"Maybe," Jeremy answered smugly. "How bad do you want it?"
Bonnie refused to answer him on principle, but after she was dressed and had gathered her keys, she leaned onto the bed to kiss him on the lips. "Bad," she said after they separated, and, with huge smiles on their faces, they parted.
Anxious, Bonnie repeatedly swallowed to get rid of Jeremy's taste and repeatedly wiped her mouth as she made her way toward the stairs. She needed to look normal. She patted her hair down and ran her fingers through the strands for the fourth time.
"Hi dad," she greeted when she got to the living room. Would she normally do that? She suddenly couldn't remember what the pattern of communication between her and her dad was.
"Hey," he greeted from his position on the couch, and then he looked closer at her attire as well as the bag slung over her shoulder. "You're going out?"
"Yeah, Jeremy's craving hot cheetos." Did she sound too happy? She'd come up with the lie as soon as she'd closed her bedroom door. Jeremy did love hot cheetos.
"We have plenty of food in the fridge," Rudy pointed out.
That stopped Bonnie in her tracks. "Yeah, but he wants hot cheetos, and I want to make him, you know, feel comfortable. He just came back to life; I don't wanna police his taste buds, you know? It's only like, what..." she dug around for her cell phone.
"Nine-ten," Rudy answered.
"Not too too late," Bonnie answered with a smile, and she really hoped she wasn't smiling too much. "I'll be right back," she said and headed for the door, her heart pounding.
"Don't roll down your windows; it's too dark out."
"I know," she said in the tone of someone who was accustomed to hearing this.
The night air was cool against her skin when she stepped out, and she wondered if the temperature really had gone down or if she was just that relieved that her dad hadn't seen the truth on her face.
Bonnie bought three bags of hot cheetos, and nestled between two of the bags was a box of condoms. She'd thought about buying more than one box, but she'd slowed herself down. Now she had to get past her dad again.
"I'm back," she said when she stepped inside. He was tidying up the living room, which meant he was heading to bed.
"Good. You remember to turn off the headlights?"
"Dad, I haven't left the lights on since I first started driving."
"Just a reminder," he said, putting his hands up. "I'm gonna head up, did you want anything?"
Sometimes when he was home, they ate a snack in the kitchen together before bed. It started when she was in tenth grade.
"No, I'm fine. Um," she began as she inched toward the stairs. "I'm gonna give these to Jeremy. And then take a shower. Good night, dad."
"Night. You have school tomorrow."
"No I don't," she frowned. "Tomorrow's Saturday. But," she amended when he gave her a look, "I'll go to sleep soon. We both will. See you tomorrow." She left after he nodded.
Her adrenaline kicked in when Jeremy opened the door for her and she made it inside her room. "Hey," she said, breathless.
"Hey," he grinned and then kissed her. "Did you run up here?"
"Nope." She chuckled. "Just made it past my dad. Who is about to go to bed, so we need to be very quiet. And I told him I'm going to shower, so that...was actually a bad idea."
"Yeah."
She spent about ten minutes in the shower when she wasn't washing her hair or shaving. Sex with Jeremy was going to take more than ten minutes. Or maybe not. Maybe they were both excited enough to get off in ten.
"Did you know these things cost more than pads? I spent twelve dollars on this," she complained of the condoms.
"I did not know that. What'd you buy?"
"Hot cheetos for cover. And," she dragged out the word while she reached for the box. "Durex. I wanted to call you to ask if you had a preference, but you don't have a phone."
Jeremy took the box from her. "No, this is fine. I've been wanting to try these."
"Really, why?"
"They have like a lube for delayed orgasm."
"Oh yeah, I read that on the box."
"And for you: ribbed."
"Yeah, what does that mean exactly?" she asked curiously.
"It's just the texture; it's supposed to rub inside you while I'm...rubbing inside you," he grinned, and Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"I hope it doesn't get painful," she said as she took the box from him to examine it.
"Not if you're wet enough," Jeremy said and scooped her up in his arms.
"Say that louder; my dad could be outside the door." She let the bag fall to the ground.
Jeremy deposited her on the bed, and Bonnie promptly began to strip.
"I'll go start your shower," he said. His sarcasm turned his mind to the fact that he wanted to make Bonnie shower him. He wasn't sure if ten minutes was enough for that. But he planned to make her wet for the duration of her fake shower.
He walked back into the bedroom room, taking his pants off.
"You look really good naked," Bonnie commented. And hard. He was hard again.
Jeremy looked up to find that she was under the covers, the box of condoms on top of her. He grinned.
Walking up to the bed, he lifted the covers and revealed her breasts.
"I figured doing it under the covers would help with noise cancellation."
"Mmm-hmm," he agreed, staring at her breasts. He kissed her on the lips and then covered her back up. He put the box on the nightstand closest to him and then went to the foot of the bed. He lifted the covers and pushed them back until her vulva was exposed to him. He'd eat her out under the covers, but he didn't want to suffocate. He pushed Bonnie's legs apart, and his stomach did a somersault at the creamy wetness he saw. "Nice." He petted her pussy, coating his fingers with her pre come.
"I had a lot to think about on the drive."
"I had a lot to think about while you were gone."
Bonnie licked her lips and patted down the lumps on the covers so she could watch him go down.
"Tell me when you're gonna come," Jeremy said. Then, getting a better idea, he asked Bonnie for her phone and she gave it to him. After locating the clock, he set it to ring in 10 minutes and then gave her the phone.
Bonnie looked at the time: 9:34. If Jeremy achieved his goal, she'd be exploding into a thousand crystal shards at 9:44. That was what she expected. It's why she ground her hips up into his mouth, why she bit the covers to stifle her moans, why her mind linked the water flowing out of the shower head in the bathroom to the saline liquid flowing out of her cunt.
It was what she expected, but as the phone rang, Jeremy having seduced her pussy slowly to match the passing time, the closest she got to her orgasm was a giant inhale.
Jeremy fixed the covers over her cunt and walked around the bed to the box of condoms.
"Wait wait. Is that it?" Bonnie asked breathlessly, disappointment setting in.
"I told you to tell me when you were gonna come," Jeremy replied, his disappointment not as sincere as hers. "You didn't."
"Wait no, let's do it again. I'll tell you this time, " Bonnie said, unable but to smile at her desperation.
Jeremy tore the foil open. "I was never gonna let you come," he said with a grin. "That's why I wanted the warning, but I got it anyway."
Bonnie sliced him in half with her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Seriously," he confirmed as he threw the upper half of the covers aside and climbed the bed. Straddling Bonnie's thighs, he licked his hand to wet it with his spit and gave his erect dick a couple of strokes before rolling on the condom. "I promise to make it up to you."
Bonnie snapped herself out of the haze in which the visual of Jeremy touching himself had put her. She closed her legs tight and shifted in order to rub her engorged cunt lips against each other.
"You better," she said, seemingly unaffected by his practical gesture. She reached over to put her phone on the nightstand. "You're the one who's into delaying your orgasm, not me."
They spoke quietly as both forgot to turn off the shower, and Jeremy began the slow process of entering her. She was more than wet enough, and the process of breaching her went very fast compared to the agonizing slowness of their first time, but Bonnie still said, "I should buy lube next time," and Jeremy agreed.
Bonnie was barely able to encourage him to enter farther because he had started slowly stroking out and in, and it was a long time since she'd felt this type of fullness. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying not to tighten but failing at times. She moved her legs higher on his back and allowed him to go slightly deeper.
"Oh my God," she sighed too loud.
Jeremy held perfect control. He was wrapped in her arms, in her legs, in her cunt, and her voice was in his ear. He kept himself from panting as loudly as she did even though all he wanted was to be balls deep inside of her. It has been a long time since he was inside Bonnie, and, now that he remembered how snuggly she held him with her everything, he questioned how he had been able to clear his head of the feel of her long enough to stray towards Anna.
Emboldened by Bonnie pulling on his back, he moved her legs up to his shoulders and strained his calf muscles as he sank into her.
Bonnie gasped, her hands flailing before she grabbed hold of his thick biceps. "Oh my God," she wheezed.
"Shh," Jeremy reprimanded her.
"I'm sorry."
She squeaked every time he sank into her, her pitch climbing higher and higher. It wreaked havoc on Jeremy's control.
"Bon, you're gonna get us caught," he said with much difficulty. Nevertheless, he grabbed her legs beneath her knees, pushed her knees apart and toward her chest and mounted her.
Bonnie gasped and promptly choked on her saliva. Her chest rose completely off the bed and she shoved at Jeremy's pelvis.
Jeremy backed out as fast as he could without disrupting her. His hands slipped off of Bonnie's legs as she shut them tight. He tried and failed to keep the satisfaction out of his voice when he spoke, "Are you okay?"
"You did that on purpose," she said breathlessly, arms wrapped around her legs. She already wanted him to do it again. It had felt like the breath was knocked out of her and, try as she might, she would never breathe normally again. Her stomach had sunk while her chest had risen, and she had unwittingly increased the pressure of the water coming out of the shower.
"I can't keep quiet if you do stuff like that," she said.
Jeremy didn't want to get caught, but he was in love with Bonnie, he thought she was hot, she'd given him an amazing blowjob, and she was naked. Not to mention his dick was finally working after days of being flaccid, and he was working it so good that she was squeaking and hitting high notes she had not even reached in his fantasies. Of course he was going to push the boundaries of getting caught.
"Do it again," Bonnie whispered, her smile voracious. She opened up to Jeremy, and he entered her with her legs around his neck. It was easier for him to pump in and out of her. She was wet enough for there to be a squish every time he humped into her. And then he put his hands under her knees, pushed her legs apart and up and mounted her, and she let out a "Oof. Shit."
She held on to the bedspread to curb her instinct to be loud, but it didn't help because she immediately started yelping as he set a rhythm that set out to unravel her as if she was made up of loosely tied ribbons.
"Keep quiet, Bonnie," Jeremy said at a decibel that wasn't exactly quiet. He loved reprimanding her for this, loved that she couldn't keep quiet.
"I'm sorry," Bonnie said, her voice suddenly gutteral. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry. Oh shit."
"I think...I'm liking how sorry you are."
"I'm sorry." She sounded as sorry as she possibly could. "I'm sorry, sorr-ah! Sorry," she gasped.
She kept going, her contrition sometimes gasped, sometimes broken, sometimes moaned, and Jeremy started to be aware of the pressure he was putting on his calves. His fingers dug into the ripe flesh under her knees.
"Stop," he grunted. "Stop, you're gonna make me come."
Bonnie wanted to comment on the fact that he couldn't take what he was dishing, but she was close to coming herself.
Jeremy altered their position in order to relieve his legs. He sank back on his knees and used them to support his weight as he humped her.
Bonnie hugged Jeremy tight, her hands balled into fists around his neck. Her magic skated beneath her skin, restless and needing release almost as much as she did. She turned her head into the crook of Jeremy's neck and let out a rush of air as she came, her orgasm rolling through her, first short and quick, then long and lasting, and she bucked wildly against Jeremy, firmly planting her legs on the bed in order to meet his thrusts halfway.
Jeremy came while Bonnie was coming, his lower stomach constricting almost painfully. He orgasmed more powerfully than before, and he desperately tried to maintain control of his thrusting hips in order to draw out Bonnie's orgasm, though he felt like he was fucking her blindly at this point, his senses turned completely inward.
Jeremy lay on her after, their harsh breaths filling the room, but not quite managing to drown out the sound of the water furiously spraying out of the rattling shower head.
It suddenly occurred to Bonnie that the shower head, if not the pipes, might burst, and, alarmed, she tried to tell Jeremy to go shut it off. "Go."
Jeremy knew what she was talking about. He could hear it, and if he could hear it, Bonnie's father probably could too. But his muscles were relaxed as could be. Forcing himself not to think about the comfort he was leaving, he sprang off of Bonnie and blindly made his way to the bathroom.
"We wasted so much water," Bonnie whispered.
"Yeah. Were you doing the math back there, keeping track of how many liters?" Jeremy asked quietly as he disposed of the condom.
"Shut up. You know I wasn't." She languidly stretched her body and moaned. When Jeremy came out, she replaced him in the bathroom and closed the door halfway so that she could wipe herself.
"That was amazing," Jeremy said as Bonnie rejoined him. He was splayed like he wasn't aware he was naked.
Bonnie smiled wide, her lips favoring one side. "It was. It was very amazing," she added as she straddled Jeremy. She used her power to turn off the light, and then they burrowed under the covers, finally settling in a state where most of Bonnie's body was on top of Jeremy, and he was turned on his side and cradling her. They needed to get dressed, but they remained in that position, enjoying the post-sex buzz.
"I love you," Jeremy said.
"I love you, too," Bonnie said, and there was a playfulness and lightness in her voice, an abandonment of herself to the present instead of worrying about the future and the past that Jeremy hadn't heard since they'd first began talking as friends, that Bonnie hadn't felt since that period in her life. Jeremy felt confident that everything between them really was okay now.
