AN: *Warning: This update contains sexual content. If you decide to skip this one I completely understand and hope to see you next update.*
Thanks everyone for the reviews, follows, and favorites on the last chapter. I swear you lovely peeps always make my update week! Especially, with all these premieres not living up to my expectations. First the Originals' not really giving me enough of the Original siblings. Then the Avengers: Infinity War, flying me to the highest peak only to leave me hanging off the tallest cliff ever! It's cool though, I have my theories and my own super power. A sixth sense really. I see plot lines. LMFAO! Okay let me stop so we can get into these comments.
Squishysib, don't worry. Kol is definitely on to Klaus, but he's decided to toss the hybrid enough rope to see if he's gonna swing, hang, or just maybe do both. And for our favorite power couple…Beyoncé and Leo-something, well let's just say I have plans for their ever after. Thanks for reading. BTW, I hope the last part of this update is to your liking. It may not be on chapter six's level, but it's lemon flavored.
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This is for the guest who hopes Kennett will eventually end up in matrimonial bliss. All I'm gonna say is, based on the song this WIP is inspired by, the outlook is pretty damn good!
This is for the guest who's Kennett dreams have be reignited. You're more than welcome, and thank you for giving the story a chance to win you over. And heads up, Klaus' growing fixation on our favorite Bennett witch is only going to get weirder.
Freckled98, you're right. Sage is quite the gutter bucket. She is after all the Original groupie. Rebekah and Klaus, better watch their naughty bits while the infamous red head is prowling Mystic Falls. Because I'ma tell you right now…no one's safe. *Sigh* and in regards to the hybrid and his inappropriate thoughts, well let's just say there's definitely a reason for all his wild, wild, thoughts.
Kpmindc, how'd you like Bonnie's donk clap music? Lmfao! Don't get me wrong I love Kennett, but I've read a few Klonnie stories that has made my eyeballs sweat! So I gets the ship. Also, you're welcome, and thanks for reading and the awesome feedback.
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
The moans Kol elicited from his little mate as he nibbled on her ear lobe chipped pieces away from his restraint. The taste of her skin retold tales about the sweet richness of her magical life force. What he wouldn't give to sink his fangs into her luscious thigh just once more. To feel her squirm within his grasp as she slid ever closer to the beginning of her end. Lose himself to the thickening scent of her arousal, while his fingers readied her for—bloody hell! He had to have her. That sodding tree be damned! If he died that night, then he'd do so merrily buried knackers deep in her enchanting little undercarriage.
"Holy Daenerys! The lights on the second floor of the boarding house just turned off," she squeaked, snatching her sweet flesh from the prison of his teeth. "Let's go. There's no telling how much time we have with them being vampires. Hell, they're probably already done," she mumbled as she opened the automobile door and quite literally tumbled from his lap.
"Little Love!" To his absolute horror she lay sprawled on her back in grassy muddy overgrowth. "Were you harmed?"
"I'm fine," she growled, while climbing to her feet. "The first step was just a ratchet bitch."
With great vigor, she beat at the seat of her trousers in an attempt to relieve the denim material of mud stains, but her endeavor was completely in vain. Due to divinity intervening, his enchanting goddess would never again slip her beautifully rounded backend into those unbecoming shapeless slacks. Once he dispatched Esther and his family's survival was secured, he'd make arrangements for his mate to visit the most brilliant dressmaker the era had to offer.
Several seconds later she relinquished the battle on salvaging her garments. "Fuck it, let's find those records, before mud isn't the only thing I have to worry about being on my ass."
She spun on her heel and nearly planted her face in the very same grassy mud puddle, which assaulted her moments before. Her arms flailed about in search of something sturdy to grasp, but found nothing except air for her troubles. At Original velocity, he slid from the automobile, and then took hold of her elbow in attempts to steady her. Once her balance discovered stability, he guided his little love from the saturated soil. With great care he led her towards the edge of the paved street right across from the boarding house.
Gratitude robbed her lovely unconventional features of annoyance. The softness of her palm slipped in his, before leading him across the road and down the curving driveway of the Salvatore residence. They arrived at the front door in time to see the towns, drunken trollops almost bloody ruin everything.
"Krysta, wait!" His mate hissed. "Don't you dare ring that damn bell."
The short brunette's face brightened when she cast her gaze on Bonnie. "Bon! Did Becks invite you too?"
"What?" Bonnie blinked, before her gaze bounced between the two harlots. "Rebekah invited the two of you here?" She pierced him with a pointed glare.
"Yes," the brunette bobbed her head.
"Not exactly," the blonde admitted, with a shrug that was of the nonchalant variety. "We crashed the bridge ceremony this afternoon," she paused to skewer the drunken brunette with a glare, "Krys claimed someone told her there would be an open bar."
"There was an open bar," the tiny brunette folded her arms under slightly too large breasts.
"Serving lemonade and ice tea, Krys."
"So?" The brunette lifted her chin. "Free chasers."
The blonde rolled her eyes. "Can you imagine what being there would've been like if we hadn't smuggled in our own bottles of Jack?" the tall blonde managed to ground out through the clench of her teeth. When the hollow headed brunette only offered an empty stare in response, the blonde sighed before returning her regard to his mate. "While, there I overheard Hottie El Salvatore tell Rebekah he was having a get together. A get together? Who the hell is he, one of the Golden Girls?" She snorted. "Everyone knows only walking fossils get turnt at those."
"He'd be so pegged if we didn't have his back," Krysta grinned.
His mate's slit eyed glare flared, before swinging between the loathsome twosomes. "What'd you two do?"
"We brought the party, be-etch," The two dim-wits yelled in unison.
"You did wha-,"
Before his little love could finish her sentence, random vehicles began turning into the boarding house's entrance. When the curved paved driveway reached its capacity, the automobiles started using the grass for vehicle storage. Senior youths climbed from their transportations screeching nonsense. Some carried metal barrels, while others hauled sturdy plastic containers and paper boxes filled with aluminum cans.
If Salvatore hadn't heard the stampede of adolescents, and the banging of multiple instruments crashing together from a variety of music genres, he was either the first vampire to have a hearing impairment or his baby sister possessed talents, which made him severely too ill to contemplate.
"Look, Bon. Sexy D left the door open. We don't even have to ring the bell now," the dullard brunette said, her grin borderline crazed.
"We're so fucking done. There's no way to do this now without anyone getting hurt, Kol," his mate muttered as she followed the little twit into the foyer, while casting anxious glances towards the top of the staircase.
He slowly swung his head from side to side as a notion began to take shape. "No…not necessarily. Chaos breeds distraction, little love."
Doubt tainted her eyes, before she swung her gaze once more to the second level of the house. Kol released a haggard sigh. His mate should really release any trepidations she may have of the elder Salvatore. For if worse case scenarios had their way and they were discovered, he'd simply rip the infantile vampire's head from his shoulders, and then sought out the ledgers at his leisure.
A streak of flaming red zipped down the stairs, and halted two steps from the bottom. "What the hell's this?" Sage demanded in a whispered screech, which was absolutely unnecessary. Even if the doxy screamed her bloody head off, her added uproar wouldn't have made a sodding difference in the midst of all the clamoring commotion already underway.
"An unforeseen variable we're more than equip to handle," he allowed his gaze to roam over the gyrating humans filling the foyer as he tuned his ear for any movement on the second level of the house, "Now where's the younger Salvatore? I mean to make short work of him so I can lend my assistance to the search."
"He's not here," Sage said, training her gaze on the bouncing simpletons, otherwise known as Samantha and Krysta. Who, were incidentally, jerking their way towards the open parlor. "Damon sent him away. He didn't want Stefan distracting Rebekah." She scoffed. "The greedy bastard actually thought he was gonna get a threesome."
"Well the bugger may very well get his wish," he growled as he heard the rapid feather light pats of bare feet moving at super human speed. "He's on his way down. Make sure he's thoroughly distracted. The task shouldn't be too difficult. As I recall, your flaming hell hole can be quite diverting. Although, the after burn is a bloody bitch." The tiniest of vessels popped in his brain. "Sodding hell!" His eyes flared as they swung to his witch.
"Keep playing with it, Kol. Your pecker won't be the only damn thing that's burning," his little love hissed as verdant sparks practically leaped from her emerald jade toned eyes.
Just when he presumed it wasn't possible to crave his goddess any more, she set off and made herself beyond irresistible. Before he could contemplate plundering her mouth, the elder Salvatore was mere seconds from being upon them. He speared Sage with a glower, snatched Bonnie into a protective embrace, and then melted into the shadows under the stairs.
"Sage, tell me you didn't compel Mystic Falls High senior class?" Salvatore questioned, his tone idiotically playful. "If you're bored, why not play with me and Barbie Klaus?"
"You're the one who sounds bored, sweetie," Sage countered. "What's the matter, Damon? Is Bekah a little bland for your taste? Would you like to put a little Sage on your unseasoned Original?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely! Lead the way, and I'll try to keep the situation in my Calvin Klein's from getting sticky." Salvatore's voice began to grow distant.
"Please." Sage snorted. "We both know there is no Calvin Klein's."
"Busted." Salvatore laughed, before Kol heard the click of a closing door.
"It's just like Damon to leave this mess for Stefan to clean up," his little love said as they stepped back into the walkway of the foyer.
"Where do you fathom he'd keep the lumber records?" The little exchange between Sage and Salvatore had incited his homicidal tendencies.
If he didn't do something productive, then he'd act on those propensities. Salvatore would be the first to fall victim to his sadistic nature. The parlor full of aspiring post pubescent youths would be next. It had been an age since he'd gorged on the hopeful.
"Who the hell knows? Shit!" His mate's frustrated growl drew him from his darkening thoughts. A sigh crept from her crooked little mouth as her gaze reclaimed his. "They're probably in the library. Everything's in that got damn library," she muttered, before spinning on her heel to walk deeper into the boarding house.
Afore, trailing after her, Kol took hold of Samantha's forearm as she passed. He then stared directly in her pupils. "When Salvatore comes back down, make sure he's entirely preoccupied even if you have to offer up, your…" he allowed his stare to wander over her person from head to heeled toe, "charms or an artery, whichever he fancies is sufficient. It matters not."
"Ewe." The uncouth strumpet yanked her arm away. "Hands off, Pervy Pendragon. My be-otch Beks is into the hottest Salvatore. Besides, I heard Dullena's seconds are super sloppy." She dealt him a smirk bred solely from contempt, before strutting away.
His glare narrowed and severely altered his field of vision. Who in the sodding hell provided that dirty bird with the benefits of vervain? His eyes then rolled to consider the ceiling. Bloody Bekah!
Kol whirled away from the juvenile delinquents congregating in the open parlor room. He tracked his mate's glorious scent to the library. Upon entrance into the room, he found her standing over a mahogany wood table. The surface was covered in piles of open ledgers as she chant with her eyes closed. Her golden aura flared around her, and poured from her hands as all the pages in the leather bound books flipped at the behest of his beautiful sorceress' will. She was jaw dropping. Powerful. Brilliant. And His.
"Stop being a dirty old creeper, Mikaelson," she said, opening an eye to peer at him as a wicked grin twisted the corner of her mouth. "There are more records on the second level. Be a good Original and bring them down."
"Careful, this dirty old creeper is not opposed to turning you over his knee, little love," he said, before turning to climb the steps.
"Promises, promises," he heard her mutter.
A smirk took possession of his mouth as he imagined proving to her repeatedly, he was an Original of his word. When he finally worshiped every inch of her body with just the tip of his tongue, she'd beg him to conclude her sweet suffering and he'd only laugh before shoving her even further pass her sexual limits. Focus you blithering arse! Ledgers now, the seduction of the exquisite Bennett Witch later, Niklaus' nasally tone reverberated off the walls of his mind.
"Hot slutty damn!" His little love cried. "I found it, Kol. I found the White Oak tree."
"Bon-Bon, well aren't you the witchy surprise? You haven't happened to seen a copy of, A Kama Sutra's Guide to a Three Way, lying around by chance?"
Bloody hell! What happened to Sage distracting the sodding wanker? The sound of Salvatore's snide slurring voice had him zipping towards the stairs. Halfway down Bonnie gave him a pointed stare with a subtle shake of the head. Against his superior judgement, he remained concealed from sight. He allowed his witch to pilot the hastily deteriorating predicament.
"So is this how you're doing it, Damon," his witch snarled as she waved her hand and sent a variety of books flying from bookshelves to draw the younger vampire's attention from the second level of the library. "First you kill my mother, and then you throw a fucking party?"
"What? You think I'm responsible for this corny reenactment of House Party, 2011: The Vanilla Edition?" The shirtless Salvatore scoffed. "Please, if this shin-dig was hosted by moi, the house would be flooded with Tri-Delts and not snot-nosed teenagers dripping Pro-Active all over the furniture. Oh, and I didn't kill mommy dearest, FYI. The pleasure was all hers."
The insolent little sod then had the audacity to stride forward. In doing so he greedily subtracted several feet from Bonnie's personal space. Her magic blazed a brilliance, which rivaled the sun. Golden flames whipped around Salvatore, forcing him to take a step back. The toddling vampire maintained his outward calm, but Kol's Original olfactory senses didn't miss the slight stench of fear.
Bonnie shoved her index finger in his face. "Abby may have had an active role in her death, but we both know damn well your intent to kill one of us was premeditated. So what if your hands weren't the ones to snap her neck. You, Stefan, and Elijah are responsible just the same."
Salvatore snarled. "Fucking, Elijah," he hissed, pressing forward consequences be damned. He didn't bloody stop until he had Bonnie caged between himself and the table edge. The scent of burning flesh clawed at his nostrils. "Fucking Elena. Fucking Elijah and Elena! The thought implodes my brain. To think she could've…I mean…do you think she could've?"
Bonnie's neck jerked back as if she'd taken a blow to the noggin. She stared at Salvatore as if he'd just escaped Bedlams bare assed, all while yelling the end was near. "Are you really asking me about Elena right now?" She questioned, appearing unconcerned by the sizzling sounds her sorcery made as it slowly burned layers of skin from his bared chest.
Unwittingly, Salvatore courted death when he angled his mouth next to Bonnie's ear and whispered. His efforts of maintaining secrecy, were pointless. Kol heard every single syllable the bleeding sodder uttered. "We should just forget about Elena and rely on what history has taught us, Bons."
"Which is?"
"Doppelgangers, spells seriously bad juju for the Salvatores and Bennetts. Instead of letting the past spin on repeat, maybe we should—wait, what the hell is this behind your back?" He questioned, wrestling the ledger from his witch's grasp. Once in hand, he skimmed the pages before his gaze returned to hers. "Why're you snooping through my family's old lumber records?"
"Would you believe me if I said, wood turns me on?" She questioned with a cleverly arched brow.
The Elder Salvatore shed his human mask for his true vampire face, and lunged for Bonnie with his fangs bared. No longer willing to abide by his witch's wishes, he zipped down the steps. Right before Salvatore's hand wrapped around his little love's neck, he grabbed the extended extremity and snapped the bone. With a wicked grin and for good measure he broke the ulna in the opposite forearm.
"Attempt to touch my mate again and I'll separate those bleeding hands from those sodding wrists next time, darling." When Salvatore attempted to open his mouth undoubtedly for an impertinent response, he twisted the wanker's neck until he heard the bloody pop.
Not done, Kol slammed a wooden chair on the table, and then confiscated a fragment of a chair leg. To hell with the bloody threats, Salvatore was a blight on his witch's life. Sending the bugger to the other side would be best for all involved.
"Drop it, Kol," his little love said. "He's not worth the aggravation his death would provoke. Besides," she stooped to snatch the ledger from Salvatore's dead grasp, and then raised it triumphantly over her head, "we have another bridge to burn."
Damon reanimated with a splitting headache and a blurry vision that sported two sets of every damn thing. If he didn't know any better he'd swear he was back in 1862 and he'd just drunk himself through half of Giuseppe's private stock. His hand flew to his head to massage his throbbing temple as he ordered his thoughts. The blended scent of vanilla, coconuts, and a hint of white roses violated his nostrils with a bold as shit intent. Bonnie—fucking—Bennett!
"I take it the Sage and Rebekah sex sandwich didn't pop the way you expected," Stefan's voice slammed against his eardrums and caused his damn head to pound.
He pulled himself into a sitting position. "What gave it away, Inspector Dick?"
"I think it was the drunk couple from my second period English class, dry humping in the foyer. Or it could've just as easily been the barely conscious Samantha and Krysta who are currently topless and sway dancing on the bar," Stefan said, while sifting through all the open lumber books on the table in the center of the library. "What's the matter, Damon? Tired of partying with the Tri-Delts already? Are you finding Mystic Falls' senior class more relatable?" Stefan cleaned his clock with a smug look. "Looks like you've found your rock bottom, brother. Those jagged sharp edges are a bitch, aren't they?"
"Go suck a rabbit, Stefan." Damon climbed to his feet, and then squeezed his eyes shut, while waiting for the room to stop spinning. "Those ancient bitches set me up, and inquiring minds wanna know why."
"Nice." Stefan began closing the ledgers. "They swerve your ass and you automatically jump to the conclusion, they've set you up. It could just as easily be your sex game."
"Being on the wagon has made you delirious, brother. My dick play is vicious. Just ask Caroline. She's always giving me those dry mouth looks when she thinks no one's watching. And be the first to get this piping hot off the press—the eyes in the back of my head are twenty-twenty. So feel free to pass that little tid-bit along to your replacement Lexy doll." He raked his fingers through his hair, and then began to pace the library. His mind ran a damn marathon over the moments before the Original serial killer snapped his neck. "By the way, Stefan. You're insight on all of this is no more useful than nipple clamps and a box Trojans tossed into a convent. Bonnie was here!"
Confusion drew his brother's waxed brows together. "Bennett?"
"No, Stefan. I'm talking about your boyfriend Thumper." Sarcasm oozed from both sides of his mouth. "Of course Bennett, you idiot."
"Is she the one who trashed the library?" He asked, waving at the ledgers littering the table and floor.
"Walked in on her talking to herself," he said as his pacing came to an abrupt stop. "At least I thought she was talking to herself. That's until her deranged stalker came out of nowhere to snap my wrists and neck."
"What the hell were they looking for in here?"
Damon shrugged as he concentrated on remembering Bennett's exact words. "She was yelling something about finding a White Oak?"
"The tree?" Stefan's eyes bulged.
"Well she was here snooping through old dusty lumber ledgers, Stefan. I'm more than 99.9% sure she was referring to a damn tree."
"Damon, you moron. The White Oak is the only wood that can kill an Original." Stefan gave him a dirty look before picking up ledgers from the table and flipping through the worn brown pages. "Do you even listen to Elena when she speaks or just fantasize while watching her mouth move?"
"Don't waste your eternity brother," he said, purposely ignoring his brother's dig about Elena. "Bonnie took the records that held details of the White Oak."
He turned and headed for the second floor of the library.
"Give yourself a slap on the back, Damon. You've managed to hammer another nail in Elena's coffin," Stefan said, while looking like he couldn't wait to run and tell Elena how his dip shit of an older brother once again screwed it all to hell.
A smirk stretched Damon's bottom lip. "Keep your horses under the hood, brother. Giuseppe was a horrible husband, with the temperament of Joe Jackson when it came to child rearing, and an even worse businessman. Don't you remember how his business partner Franklin Donovan sold his plantation three years before the war even started?"
"It was a miracle father was able remain afloat," Stefan said as he followed him to the second floor.
"Miracles only live in Fairy Tales, Stefan," he said, as he approached a life sized portrait of Robert E. Lee. "And if they were ever able to escape the confines of their pixie dusted pages our father would still never know the warmth of divine intervention. The only heat Giuseppe Salvatore was ever destined to feel is the searing burn from a hell blaze."
"Then how else did our father maintain the family's fortune during the war, while all of our neighbors became destitute?" Stefan glowered at the portrait.
Damon only smiled. He could dine for an eternity on his little brother's naivety. With a tiny shake of the head, he swung the painting away to reveal a safe, six feet in length and width. At vamp speed, he spun the large silver ring, until the lock clicked. He then pulled the safe door open to reveal identical ledgers to the ones scattered all over the first floor.
"Father maintained, because he hid profits from his business partners. I'll give you three guesses on how he was able to do so. Even if only two percent of your—Bambi loving—brain is functioning, you'll only need one," he said, allowing his smirk to blossom into a knowing grin.
Knowledge flooded Stefan's face and dropped his chiseled hero jaw. "Father kept double books!"
"And the cheating bastard was thorough," he confirmed with the bob of his head. "Now, how about we find the solution to our Original problem?"
"I can't bloody believe you allowed those two dullards to upset a well plotted plan," Kol grumbled as he emptied the last can of gasoline on Wickery Bridge, while shooting visual hate makers at Rebekah. His dagger hurling glare shot to Sage. "And you were supposed to keep him distracted."
"He kept going on about a stupid book," Sage snapped. "What the fuck did you want me to do, tie him to the damn bed?"
"Well it would've been bloody appropriate, now wouldn't it?" Kol snarled, while tossing the empty gasoline can in the take away pile.
Unfazed, Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Was the plan upset, Kol? Really? Because despite Sam and Krys' clever idea to crash the boarding house with a party, we've still managed to find ourselves about to set fire to the only thing in this world, which can truly kill us."
"Enough of this bickering. It's petty," Sage said, approaching the bridge as she slapped her palms over her jean pockets. "The sooner we burn this damn bridge, the sooner I can reunite with Finn." After several more seconds of beating at her pockets, a frown bunched together Sage's features. "Damn it! Did anybody bring a lighter?" When they only stared, her flaming eyebrows climbed several inches higher on her forehead. "Matches?" She tried again with a hopeful lilt edging her tone.
"Vampires are flammable, Sage! Why in the devil would we be wandering about with a lighter or matches?" Rebekah snapped. "We might as well suck on a lit cigar while being sprayed with ethanol."
"So what the hell-," Sage began.
"Insignia." Bonnie's magic shot from her center to snugly encompass her vocal chords.
The power in the word pulsed against her lips, before the bridge erupted in flames. Relief and satisfaction overran her senses as the blaze rapidly ate away the dry rotted wood. A week ago she would've considered the burning of the last White Oak an epic fail, but since fate stepped in and twisted shit by planting Kol Mikaelson in her way, failure felt more like a fucking win. However, her moment of triumph two-stepped out of her grasp, at the appearance of Damon's head lights.
Soon as the Camaro parked, Damon and Stefan climbed from the car, both having the damn nerve to drill her with looks of the betrayed. As if her and Abby's name wasn't just parlaying at the top of their kill list.
"I should've fucking drained you when I had the chance, Bennett," Damon growled, while having the balls to flash fangs at her.
She lifted her chin as she drove Damon to his knees with multi-vessel bursting aneurysms. "Don't you dare threaten me with a good time and think I'm not up to give you one, Salvatore. Now you can put away your fangs and use your words or I can make you scream. After the stunt you pulled with Abby, guess which option I'm hoping you'll choose."
"Would you fancy his tiny shriveled heart as a trinket, little love?" Kol offered as he gifted the Salvatores with one of his signature narrowed-eyed smirks. "Request it of me and I shall lay the useless organ at your feet."
She pretended to think about it, and then shook her head. "Nah, I'm good. A girl can get a rash wearing something as fake as Damon's heart."
Stefan placed his body in front Damon's. "Bonnie, what the hell do they have on you?"
"Don't be an arse, Stefan. That's Damon's role to play," Rebekah snapped. Her bitchatude present and accounted. "Do you honestly believe the Bennett Witch will allow anyone other than the lot of you to shove her about?"
Stefan didn't spare Rebekah a glance, instead his gaze remained steady on her. "Long as Klaus walks on this side of the veil, Elena will never have a normal life, Bonnie."
"Stefan, please." She waved his words away with a flapping hand. "Elena's chance at a normal life skipped out the door the moment you told her your name."
"I love her!" He insisted with a conviction that was borderline religious.
"Yeah, I'm sure you do, Stefan." She shook her head. His love for Elena had almost put her in the ground. "But clearly not enough to respect and protect the ones who matter to her. Answer me this. What if the night Elijah took Elena, we found ourselves in a room. Just you, me, and no other options…would you really have killed me to save Elena?" His guilty expression betrayed his thoughts long before his mouth had a chance to speak the truth. "Hmph, that's what I thought. I assumed we were friends, but I should've known better."
"Bonnie-," Stefan began.
"Sage, you bitch!" Damon gasped as foams of spittle shot from his mouth. "I knew your visit wasn't just because the slut convention was in town. How long have you been a Mikaelson toy?"
"Oh eat me, Damon! Did you really believe I was going to stand by while you killed Finn?" The red haired vampire raged.
Damon let Stefan help him to his feet. His glower never straying from Sage. "Finn who? The only Original I care about killing is the hybrid. You and coffin boy could've skipped off together hand-."
"They're linked, Damon. What happens to one, happens to them all." The volume of Sage's tone increased as she cut him off.
Damon's blue gaze crossed. "Fine, you caught me. Truth is, I don't give shit how many Originals follows the hybrid to the grave. As long as he shows up on time and is ready to climb the hell in, then they all can have a fucking reunion on the other side."
Tired of the back and forth, Bonnie tossed the Salvatore shipping ledger onto the burning bridge. Once she watched the fire engulf the leather and worn pages, the tension which stretched her taut snapped. When determination and purpose no longer sustained her, the consistency of her muscles became no better than slightly heated rubber. Against all things that fueled her pride, her knees threatened to give out and she silently swore to the errant joints that she'd hack them off if they even so much as buckled.
Kol's cool hand slipped into hers. "Are you well, little love?"
"I'm exhausted. Too exhausted to continue dealing with him." She nodded her head at a still ranting Damon. "I'd much rather have a shower and some rest before, your brother hauls Finn's ass back here."
Kol bowed his head once, and then his eyes flicked to Rebekah who stood on the sidelines observing the scene with a closed lip smile. "My witch is overcome by the day's events. So, we'll be taking our leave. I trust you're more than capable of managing this last bit to conclusion, Bekah."
If Rebekah had an issue with her brother ditching Sage and she with clean up duty, nothing showed on her face. In fact, she barely even glanced at Kol as he led them to her car.
Once they made it to her Prius, he opened the passenger door. Her eyebrows attempted to collide. "Thought you didn't know how to drive," she said, before raising her fingers in air quotes, "vehicles of this era."
"Complications of the past, lovely." He leaned forward to press his lips to her neck.
Her head automatically dipped to the side to provide unrestricted access. "You just told me that this morning."
"Then, it was true. However, after spending several hours observing you drive us back to town, I'm confident I've not only mastered the task of piloting a vehicle, but I also have an understanding for the rules of the highways," he assured, while extending a hand.
Throwing a middle finger up to sound judgement and logic, she dropped her keys in Kol's waiting palm. He kissed her once more, before helping her into the passenger seat. By the time he slid into the driver's side, she'd already talked herself out of letting him take the wheel.
"Kol, this is a mistake-,"
"Trust me, Bonnie. I'm more than capable of seeing you home. Give me this opportunity to prove it to you." Once again, his big dark pleading eyes subjugated her doubts.
Get your crap together, Bonnie B. He's an Original vampire. If he's certain he can drive, then buckle the hell up and let him take the damn wheel, she mused."Fine." Her eyes rolled closed as a long drawn out sigh slid easily from her lips. "But, Kol! If you wreck my car…"
"Then I'll purchase you a bigger and better automobile, Goddess."
"Bigger is unnecessary, but better…well, maybe I'll show up for that," she muttered as the car purred to life.
Nivea's, Complicated, hummed from the car speakers. Cautiously, she settled back in her seat to watch Kol from the corner of her eye. He stared down at the cluster with a puckered brow for a moment before giving her a sideways glance.
"Something wrong?" She questioned, swinging her head to look at him full on.
"Well…" his gaze slid briefly back to the cluster, before returning to hers.
"Yes?" She ground out as she wrestled to keep hold of her patience.
"It's all rather trivial," he assured. "Earlier when you drove, you sat rather close to the steering device. So I didn't have the opportunity to confirm the purpose of each pedal."
Bonnie pursed her lips to keep the wrong words in check. Since she'd committed to allowing Kol to drive her car, she was determined to be supportive. "The short horizontal pedal is the brake, and the long vertical one on the right is the gas pedal. Hold down the brake to shift the car in drive."
Gratitude poured from his eyes right before his mouth crashed down on hers. When he pulled away a small smile toyed with both of their lips. "Now all is left is for you to provide me with directions and I'll have you at your residence before you have a mind to fear for your life."
"Hold on," she said, and then opened her purse to dig through the contents for her phone.
When she located her cell in the midst of all the madness in her purse, she yanked it free of the clutter, and then pressed the navigation app. After she entered her home address as the destination location, a polite automated voice cut through the music to instruct Kol. His eyes flared as his gaze swung to regard the speaker. His expression reminded her of the first time he heard, Call me Maybe. The thought strong armed a grin from her lips.
Following the automated voice's directions, he maneuvered the Prius onto the road. For the next several minutes she stalked every move he made until she grew at ease with his driving. She then settled in to enjoy the ride. After an indeterminate amount of time she must have dosed off, because she found herself being jostled awake by her Original as he lifted her into his arms bridal style.
"You're so extra. Why didn't you just wake me when we arrived?"
"You're exhausted and it was my intent to carry you in without rousing you," he answered in a lowered tone as he shoved various keys into the lock on her front door, until one turned to allow them access.
After they entered, instead of putting her down, he carried her upstairs to her room. Once inside, he placed her on the twin sized bed. "Wait here, while I gather our belongings from the automobile."
She nodded, and then watched him use Original speed to hurtle from the room. Her exhaustion receded as visions of the last time he'd visited her room flashed across her mind like turning pages of a comic book. The recollections not only flirted with the walls of her mental, but they also claimed her senses. Creating a three dimensional memory, which housed the foundation of the unfolding connection, she'd begun to share with him.
Bonnie wanted nothing more than to place her trust in the developing bond she had with the Original. Problem was, Kol Mikaelson was a thousand year old vampire who'd had enough women—and more than likely men—in his undead life to fill the pages of a damn dictionary. How the hell could she compete? Her! A seventeen year old virgin who'd only ever thought about making a break for second base, but never really having the nerve to ditch first.
When she started dating Jeremy she assumed they'd eventually do the dew on an appropriate milestone. Maybe on her eighteenth birthday, after prom, or either graduation night. With him she wasn't pressed. Sex was nothing more than another first to be crossed off her list. But when Jeremy's decision to cheat decimated their relationship, losing her virginity barely tip-toed across her mind. Yet, since Kol had become a factor, all she could think about was the moment he took her down. Just the idea of him touching Bob Marley gave her the shakes.
"Bonnie, I'd give anything to become familiar with the thoughts which presently possess your mind," Kol said, dropping their bags next to her desk.
She climbed to her knees, and then held out a hand to him. If he hesitated, then her human eyes didn't perceive his reluctance. Not even a fraction of a second later, she lay sprawled across his chest as he reclined on a mountain of stuffed animals and pillows. They were content to lie there in silence, but the quietness in the room also dared her mind to wander.
Without really intending to, her thoughts drifted back to the boarding house, and the moment jealousy almost played her out of character. Never in her life had anyone ever accused her of such a ratchet personality trait, but Kol had snatched it out of her. Who would've thought one sideways compliment about Sage's, 'flaming hell hole,' would send her spiraling down so many ranks? By the time she bottomed out, the cast of Flavor of Love was waiting to welcome her to their level. That's what happened when people attempted to control others. They soon learned they no longer controlled themselves.
She cleaved herself from her thoughts to slide her gaze over the Original who was gradually becoming an addiction. Just thinking about Kol with Sage—the thousand year old prostitute—ripped Bennett land inside out. If she didn't dig until she reached the bottom of the gonorrhea conspiracy, then her petty jealousy would own her ass.
She angled herself around to balance her chin on Kol's peck. A genuine smile found his mouth as soon as his soul disturbing chocolate gaze lay claim to hers. He leaned forward, bringing his face within lip grazing distance. When his mouth was mere decimeters from hers, she spit out the question that nearly singed a hole in her tongue. "So you and Sage, huh?"
"Sage and I, what?" The smoothness of Kol's forehead gave birth to an array of wrinkles.
"You tell me. Were you guys a thing way back when?" She questioned, while visually stalking every eye shift, twitch, and roll.
"If by a thing, you mean did we have relations, then yes. I pillaged her disease infested core once when I was human. Had I'd known of the fire breathing aquatic creature maneuvering her feminine waters, then I would've kept a tighter hold on my billfold." His gaze slowly traveled over her face. The precision of his perusal introduced her self-consciousness back into the conversation as her new found boldness silently stepped to the left. Her gaze buckled under the weight of his searching stare. "Why do you mention?" When she maintained her silence, he sighed. "Little Love, will you please lend me your regard."
Reluctantly, her gaze collided with his. The concern in those chocolate depths shed light on the darkest of her doubts. "There's no need for you to feel threatened by Sage or anyone else whom may have come before you. I know that's difficult for you to fathom, because I only have words to offer, but-,"
"Kol…"
He placed a finger to her lips. "But it's my intent to add value to my words by making them consistent with my actions."
Snatching her completely off point, he claimed her mouth with a tongue plunging kiss which had the same effect as downing a bottle of top shelf vodka. His unexpected, but very much welcomed assault, spun the dial on her senses and crank her way pass the point of human perception. In that moment she felt everything times ten. Like the weight of his mouth on hers. Or the slight dip in the center of his bottom lip.
The power that oozed from the soft pads of his cool fingertips as he slowly slid his hand under her shirt, provoked her hips to rock. A tremble crept down her frame. The stimulating warmth of his magic beckoned for hers to come forth. Her sorcery unfurled and shifted inside of her in response.
Bob Marley crooned for attention. The lonely Rastafarian longed to be spread open. To be showered with time consuming kisses until his pipes burst and liquid heat flooded out his spot. But more than anything, he craved a slow hard grind that would provide much needed friction. Because where there was friction, there was also release, and he'd yearned for such a liberation from the moment he realized he wanted to be touched.
With Original ease, Kol reversed their spots. The position of power now belonged to him and he wasted no time in showing her who set the pace. From the deliberate in-depth caress of his tongue against hers to his lazy searching hands. Every inch of her purred, pulsed, and clenched to the unique tick of his clock.
Kol's long agile fingers worked diligently to penetrate the barrier the waistband of her jeans presented, while his other hand strived to address the obstacle of her bra. Her magic thrummed beneath the surface of her skin, swirling and pooling in faultless harmony with the ancient erotic deviltry radiating from his palms.
Every piece and part of her longed to be invaded by every single hard inch of him, but she still couldn't shake her head full of doubts. The ones that whispered, what the hell could she do for an Original vampire like Kol Mikaelson, when she couldn't even stop her human boyfriend from leaving her for a ghost?
Those reservations devastated the mood and effectively slaughtered her vibe. So when her Original's fingers breached her underwear, her nerve ran the hell out. Panic chased her heart into an irregular rapid rhythm. Had her room always been this small? Unholy hell! Did Kol drain a baby elephant when she wasn't looking? His Original ass weighed a ton! With every ounce of strength she could pull together, she pushed him off. He allowed himself to be shoved away, but the twisted muscles in his face, preached a sermon on the pain she'd caused.
"Kol, I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's just…I've never…and you have with sooo many…I just don't think…"
He sat upright, and then swung his legs off the mattress, giving her his back. "You have nothing to apologize for, Bonnie. I had no right to take liberties and make assumptions. It's I who should beg for your pardon."
"You have nothing to be forgiven for, Kol." She reached for him and he shrunk away. "Kol?"
"Does my vampirism make my touch intolerable to you, Bonnie?" His uttered question, barely constituted as a whisper. In fact, she had to strain to hear him.
"Your touch is mind numbing. It's heroine blended with crack. Trust me when I say, it's definitely me and not you, babe."
The hell! Her excuse sounded like the worse cliché to ever jump out of one mouth too many. Frustrated by her sudden inability to express herself, she reached for him. This time he not only swerved her, but he altogether slid from the bed.
"I'm going to wash myself." He tossed over his shoulder as he headed towards the bathroom door. Before stepping inside, he added, "you should get some rest. Nik, will be undoubtedly expecting us at an hour more fitting of a duel."
When the bathroom door closed, she spit out a profanity word salad. What the hell was wrong with her? She craved Kol, more than a stripper wished for an indoor rainstorm. So what was the damn problem? Since his haircut and close shave, Bob Marley was more than ready to invite someone over. In fact, he was ready to rock their asses until their bones shook loose. Hell, she'd been mentally prepared to be occupied from the moment she peeped the first vision of Kol and her writhing together in a sweaty naked tangle. Then stop putting the cow in coward Bennett! Introduce your Original to the best Rastafarian to ever put lips to the mic! She silently admonished.
Refusing to give second thoughts the time of day, she jumped from the mattress and began to remove her clothes. Once she stood as bare assed as the day the doctor slapped her on the backside, she hurried inside the bathroom before her squirrely nerves could change her mind. Inside, steam from the shower curtained the tiny room with fog. She avoided looking at the condensation covered mirror. The last thing she wanted was to be deterred by a face full of insecurities.
Once she reached the tub, she slid the curtain aside. Kol stood underneath the shower head with his eyes closed, facing towards the rear of the shower. Awe snatched her mouth wide. Her Original was a god, and she wanted nothing more than to fall on her knees and worship him properly.
The drops of water crisscrossing over the hard plains and sharp edges of his body, wrenched all the moisture from her oral cavity. Her tongue was dryer than a stack of sandpaper. She'd once heard Kol brag about his 'person' being a work of art, now she could raise her right hand to testify his flawless body was indeed a masterpiece. Kol's mind-stunning physique would have the Statue of David gnashing his teeth in envy as he hunted for his clothes with an energizer battery powered flashlight while in blinding daylight.
She stood there for a moment waiting to be acknowledged, but if he'd heard her enter, nothing about his expression or stance gave any indication. In fact, if she didn't know any better she'd believe him to be adrift in thought, but she did know better. She also knew his injured pride was going to make her work for it…for him. Then so be it. She'd work like a dog if it meant getting them back in sync.
So she shed the last of her inhibitions, tucked away her shame, and then stepped into the tub. Unable to continue admiring without touching, she reached out and dragged the pad of her thumb over one of his dusky nipples. The pink flesh puckered against the digit at the first hint of contact. Its eager response extended a summons to her tongue that dared her to refuse. She inched closer to him until her breasts grazed the upper part of his stomach. When his peck was in kissing distance, she leaned forward and took his nipple between her teeth.
A sharp intake of breath gave her hope he wasn't completely immune. Allowing his ques to be her guide, she skimmed her tongue over his nipple. This time he rewarded her by snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer. Her opposing hand glided over his abdomen muscles to his chest to capture his other nipple. Without even an inkling of mercy, she squeezed, tugged, and twisted until she had him hissing like a pack of brawling alley cats. He snatched her from his chest to glare into her eyes.
"Do you know how many witches I have brought to heel with my touch? Have you any inkling of how many of your sisters in nature have pleaded to be defiled and violated by me?" He hissed. "More than even I, care to remember. The many however, is not the question with which you need trouble yourself. Your interest should be centered on the why of it all. For example…why did so many daughters disobey their mother nature, to lie with her greatest abomination? What is it about Kol Mikaelson that can bring even the most frigid of witches to their literal knees? Well now I suppose that's two questions for you to ponder."
Her magic flared as her mind raged. The thought of him with other witches set her brain on fire. "Kol!"
"Worry not, little love. You'll have your answers. In verity, I mean for your education to be quite thorough and rather drawn out," Kol growled, before lifting her in his arms.
Moments later her back collided with the rear shower wall as his mouth crashed down on hers. Their teeth bumped together in a jarring clash, while their tongues battled for absolute control over the other. Just when she thought she'd gained his submission, he changed tactics by sinking his fangs into her bottom lip. Her cry echoed off the bathroom walls. The combination of pain and pleasure rocked her mind and rendered her no more than a quivering mess.
Abruptly, he withdrew his fangs from her lip to scrape the sharpened points over her jugular, carotid and then down her neck. He nipped, sucked, and licked until he reached her breasts. He then retaliated against her prior ministrations by licking each of her nipples at a pace that would piss off a snail. By the time he finished lavishing the peaks of her breasts with tongue slathering attention, she could barely stand. Her breathing no more than shallow gasps and dog like pants.
Once satisfied, he worked his way down her abdomen until he came face to lips with Bob Marley. His proximity to the Tuff provoked her thighs to squeeze together in a vise clench. The throb at the center of her sex, blew her damn mind. In that moment she would've traded her soul for any intervention that would take away the exquisite ache.
Kol inhaled as he stared up at her through his lashes. "Your arousal is intoxicating. I can barely keep my tongue in my mouth. Not while your wild flower is all but begging me to lick its petals." Her eyes crossed at the thought of him licking her petals. "Alas, your sensitivity over me touching Bob is quite the deterrent, little love. If only you would misplace your qualms and arrange an introduction. I'm sure Bob and I would get along swimmingly."
"Kol, please," she whimpered.
He cocked an arrogant brow, even as his eyes flared to claim the pretext of innocence. "Please what, little love? You're going have to be blatantly distinct in your application of me. I fear I'm quite dense when it comes to knowing a woman's mind. Why, you see how I went and blundered things with you earlier."
"Kol-,"
He blew a steady stream of his cool breath on Bob and Elijah was right, it had come seriously close to being her undoing. A moan untangled itself from her vocal chords, forced its way into her mouth, and slithered ever so treacherously from her lips. Without consent, her hips thrust themselves at his face. An arrogant grin blossomed on his lips to match the arrogant lift in his brow.
"You were saying, goddess?" He asked in a tone so innocent it would make a choir boy sound like a perpetrating con artist in comparison.
By this point her pride had become nothing more than an idea to be debated over by philosophers a thousand years in the future. At present however, the instigating emotion couldn't do a damn thing for her. "Please touch Bob, Kol," she whispered.
"Surely, you'll grant me more liberties than a simple touch, little love." He leaned forward and licked the stickiness of her arousal from her upper thigh. His eyes rolled closed. "Mm, my imagination is rubbish. Your sexual savor is by far superior to anything I could've ever imagined."
When the last drop of her patience circled the drain, she attempted to slip her trembling fingers into her folds. Kol gently smacked her hand away, and then lifted one of her thighs on his shoulder. After he pressed a kiss on her femoral artery, he placed her other thigh on his opposing shoulder. Soon as she realized she was no longer supporting her own weight, Kol buried his face at the center of her pounding need and went to damn town.
The tip of Kol's tongue prodded the bundle of tense nerves between Bob Marley's lips. His vigorous manipulations put her inexperienced fingers to shame. The sweeping movements of the soft muscle were random, yet deliberate and exact. Alternating between her pearl and slit, while every so often plunging into the seeping opening. An unfamiliar need stirred inside of her. A desire quite feral in its rampant need, pleaded for Kol to go deeper. To explore until he found the mythical spot where all of her orgasms lived. The unspeakable notion of him hitting that spot burst her mind wide and opened her to untold possibilities.
A pressure so breathtakingly indescribable began to build with every swirl and slather of Kol's wicked tongue. Just when she thought she'd reached the pinnacle of bliss itself, he suckled her pearl and began to hum, Call me Maybe. The pulsing vibration within his mouth had her clawing at the back of his head as she ground her insistent mound into his face. The close proximity of her anticipated conclusion had her wailing and frothing from the mouth. She was losing her damn mind. He was doing too much, while intentionally not doing enough. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks and dragged Bob Marley even closer still.
More and more pieces of her sanity flaked away the closer she came to blasting off. Her magic tore from her pores and blanketed the tiny room, adding even more density to the fog like steam. The moment she exploded and sky rocketed into the stratosphere, he shoved two fingers inside of her and began thrusting the digits with wild shameless abandon. Pain penetrated her pleasure, and blew her sexuality apart. She mewled from the bottom of her lungs.
Before she had a chance to wallow in her sweet misery, Kol buried his fangs in her groin. Shit went live and her new found understanding for sexual gratification was yet again redefined. Hedonistic ecstasy scorched her veins. The fiendish thrill hurtled forth to possess her mind, sorcery, and Bob. Her control slipped. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse, her magic shattered the vanity lights over the mirror. The room was pitched in darkness. Neither she nor Kol barely noticed. His puncturing of her femoral artery, owned every facet of their consideration.
Pulsating jolts, discharged from her Original's fangs. The razor sharp enameled daggers had declared war on the Tuff's pearl tongue. Firing shot after shot of hammering vibrations at the tightened bundle. The unending torture had her frame bucking harder than an seizing epileptic. By the time she free fell over the edge her throat was raw and every bone in her body lost density until nothing remained but marrow.
After Kol's sloppy face time, he removed each of her shaky legs from his shoulders and leisurely licked his way back up her tremoring body. And just when she thought the fire storm passed, her dimming lust reignited as his tongue reclaimed her mouth. The blended taste of her lust and blood in his minty sweet mouth, provoked her to climb him like a tree.
He laughed as he repositioned them so her legs wrapped easily around his waist. "From this moment forth, you will never again push me away. Do you understand me, Bonnie?" When she nodded her response, a frown darkened his features. "Many apologies, but that simply will not do, my darling. I have to hear you promise."
"I'll never hurt you like that again. I'm sorry, babe," she rasped, in a broken whisper. "That's the last time I'll ever allow my insecurities to cause you pain or get between us, I promise."
His gaze searched hers for a moment, before he inclined his head in a brief nod. Seconds later, he had her pinned once again to the shower wall. After pressing another lingering kiss to her lips, he sliced open his carotid and angled the open wound in front of her mouth. Without urging, she latched on to his neck. The minute his blood crossed her lips, she could taste the increased potency of his magic.
Where his essence had bowed to her before, now it sought to subjugate and dominate. Surging through her body as if it had a claim to her magic. As if it had a claim to her soul. And without so much as a threatening sizzle or fizzle her power submitted to the conquering sorcery like the spell binding deviltry had receipts!
"Little love, please." A reluctant moan flew from Kol's lips and collided with her ears. "I'll perish if you refuse to allow me to enter you this night."
The evidence of her effect on him motivated her to suck harder than necessary. An answering growl rumbled from his chest. The sensation pebbled her already impossibly tight nipples. A deeper ache than before throbbed to life at the very center of her. It demanded adequate compensation. Not the mere snack he'd provided before as a placation. She didn't know what her body thought it was owed, but she knew the Tuff demanded more.
Frustrated she groaned, and then Kol bucked his hips. Several hard inches of his seriously impressive length slid between Bob's lips, glided over his slit and connected with his tongue. The intense thrill that drilled through her center, shocked her into an unmoving state, and forced the origin of her deeper unresolved need into prospective.
Invite him in, and two halves shall become whole, something dark but stupid powerful whispered from deep within.
Before she could consider the voice or the meaning behind its request, Kol squeezed her butt cheeks together, and pressed her lower half firmly against his. The erect rigid muscle, slapping at his lower abdomen found itself trapped between Bob's folds, and their tightly pressed bodies. When his hips thrust upwards again, they both moaned. Her nails penetrated the soft skin over his shoulder blades. The sensually mouthwatering wonder, provoked her to grind and hump in an attempt to meet every sinful plunge, until her core muscles began to clench and release in rapid successions.
Her end descended on her without warning. Latin spewed from her lips like it was being spoken by a native tongue. Her frame writhed, rocked, and twisted as if she been possessed by a legion of demons. If Kol hadn't tightened his hold around her to weather his own release, her shuddering conclusion would've quaked her to quavering bits and pieces. After several moments of gasping and senseless murmurs. Her Original zipped her from the bathroom.
Before her lips had a chance to split, she found her—dripping wet—self deposited on top of her desk spread open wider than her Anatomy and Physiology text book resting under her drenched head. Kol stood between her parted trembling thighs, while the head of his manhood pressed insistently at her opening. An excited fear gripped her where the unquenchable throb lived. Fleeting relief reverberated off the walls of her core.
"Kol," she moaned
"Bonnie!" A familiar voice yelled.
Kol snarled and her heart jumped in her throat. In a move that would put a contortionist on notice, she arched and twisted until her gaze collided with Matt. Bonnie's jaw dropped. The hell! Her good friend Matt Donovan since grade school, lay among all of her pillows and stuffed animals, ass out with his meat and potatoes swinging.
"Matt!" She squeaked. "Where the hell are your clothes?"
"My clothes? Where the hell are yours, Bon?" He countered, before his glare impaled Kol. "Wait…isn't he the dick who fractured my throwing hand?"
Shit! With everything spinning beyond the borders of control, she'd forgotten all about Kol's run in with Matt. She hopped from the desk, and ducked behind Kol for cover.
"Rest assured, after I shatter your knees, you will look back on your fractured hand as a fond memory," Kol seethed as he snatched her robe from the back of her desk chair and draped it over her shoulders.
She gave Matt her back as she firmly tucked and belted the robe in place. "Matt, what're you doing here?" She turned to reface him, pointedly keeping her gaze trained on his face.
"Dying magnificently, if I'm to have my way," Kol interjected.
"It's Sunday," Matt said, before he climbed from the bed to search for his clothes.
"Okay." Her head bobbed as she actively tried to ignore Kol's nudity and his bold as shit refusal to dress. "I'm well aware."
"Tonight's Game of Thrones' season premier." When she only stared, the redness staining his cheeks deepened. "We agreed to watch it together last week."
"Oh damn, Matt. I'm sorry, I should've called," she said.
"It's fine. I should've text you to confirm," he shrugged. "It's just, when I saw your car parked outside…I thought you might've decided to keep our date even with everything that's happened lately."
"Date?" Bonnie sputtered. Confusion had never been so clouded.
"Yeah." The redness began to spread to Matt's neck. "Well, at least I thought…"
The corners of her mouth headed further south as her frown deepened. Did Matt mistake her willingness to hang out as an acceptance for dating him? "Matt, is that why you're naked? Did you assume, um…" That she'd let him work the middle! "That we'd…" Smash!
Kol stalked forward. She stepped in front of him and took a log of wood to the back for her troubles. He released an outrageously too long sigh, but he remained in place.
"Shit, Bon," Matt said. He sat his pale bare ass on the side of her bed. "Not at first, but I spent some time with Elena yesterday. We got to talking about how people you never thought to love could end up being the one person who completes you. It's like, you see this person all the time, but hear no violins, and see no fireworks. Then one day, BAMB!" He slammed his good fist into her mattress. "You get knocked to the ground by all of the emotions you never knew you felt for this person."
"Matt…" She didn't even pretend to know where to begin setting him straight.
"I know you're probably thinking I should be Baker Acted, but I haven't been the same since the night you kissed me, Bons," Matt said as he covertly tugged one of her frilly purple pillows across his lap.
Kol nailed her with a narrow eyed accusing glare, but she ignored him to check Matt.
"Come again." Her eyebrows shot towards her hairline. "What the hell are you talking about, Matt? The only kisses we've ever shared are ones that can just as easily be given to your grandmother."
Matt watched her for a moment with an expression that only Kol had a right to utilize, especially after the mouth and lip service he'd performed in the shower. Matt's eyes swelled from their sockets. "You don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?" She demanded.
"The night before you and Elena went to find your mom I came over to check on you," he said. Pity flickered in his azure blue gaze and it pissed her off. Why the hell was she the only one to be pitied, when they all were catching hell? "You were drunk and looking through old photo albums."
"What?" She asked, while lacing her fingers with Kol's without giving the action much thought.
"You were really upset, Bon. It took me almost an hour to convince you to get some rest. And you only agreed because I promised to stay until you fell asleep."
"Little love, please assure me you don't have an affinity for seeking out companionship after your well into your cups," Kol demanded. She squeezed his hand, because she didn't know what the hell else to do.
"Kol, please." Bonnie brought their hands to her lips and kissed the back of his. "Let him finish." Her attention returned to her friend. "Go on, Matt."
Matt eyed her and Kol's linked hands as he continued speaking, "So I stayed. When I finally got you to bed and all tucked in, you kissed me."
"Is that all." She exhaled her relief in long drawn out sigh. "Matt you had me worried." Her gaze swung over her shoulder to Kol. "I probably pecked him goodnight out of habit. It used to be me and Grams routine when I was younger."
"It wasn't a damn peck, Bonnie!" Matt climbed to his feet, while still clutching the pillow in front of his private parts. "You kissed me. I mean you really kissed me. Tongues and serious grinding were involved. You even asked me to take your virginity."
"The hell!" She snapped, desperate to recall the exact moment her ass collided with rock bottom.
If Matt was telling the truth, then she'd almost broke code. Poaching her best friends' ex was a no flex zone. Care and Elena may ball by a different set of rules, but she was a traditional player. No fouls without free throws, no running with the ball, and no dating or riding your best friends' ex-boyfriend
"Nothing happened of course," he reassured, while taking a step forward. "You were too drunk to know your own mind. So I promised we would talk about it when I came over for the Game of Thrones' season premier."
"So what, you thought we'd have the conversation without our clothes?" Her free hand found her hip.
"No." Matt's shoulders sagged. "This was Elena's idea."
"Hold on," she said, scrunching her face, while angling her ear in his direction to make sure she'd heard him right. "Say that one more time."
"The bloody doppelwhore. I barely even know her and yet I'm not surprised," Kol muttered, while snaking an arm around her waist and bringing her back, closer to his front.
"Well, she didn't tell me to strip bare ass and climb in your bed." He awkwardly shrugged a shoulder. "Elena thought I should make a grand gesture. She said after Jeremy, you deserved one."
"Matt-,"
"Sodding hell," she heard Kol mutter. "Hang on, little love. Things are about to travel from strange to unthinkable."
"What?" She chanced a glance at Kol.
Before he could answer, her room door creaked open. Her father's head slipped from the opening. "BB, are you-," His teeth slaughtered the, would be, sentence with a snap. Bulging pissed off eyes darted from Matt to Kol. "The hell is going on in here?" She opened her mouth to explain, but he waved a hand to stop her. "Know what, don't worry about explaining a got damn thing, because you naked motherfuckers have ten seconds before I unpack Margie-G and riddle your world with wood and hollow points." When Kol and Matt only stared, the countdown began, "TEN!"
AN: Okay, so what do you think? Was the Kennett shower scene a bit much? Should Bonnie have waited before she put on her big girl panties? Or in her case, took them off. And what about this whole Matt and Elena situation? Hopefully, it wasn't too far out of left for you. If so, trust that it will all be explained.
Okay, so this was my first attempt at something lemony for characters Francesca didn't snatch out of her caboose. So tell me the verdict. Should I continue trying to turn lemons into lemonade or should I leave lemonade making to the professionals (my favorite FF authors)? Oh and Serendipity, this one is for you. It may not be lemonade, but it's lemon flavored.
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