He watches her move around the kitchen, the long rippling length of her gown swaying above the floor. Since she had taken to wearing the current fashion she has practically been covered from chin to toe. Kai now understands why men at the time lost their minds at an exposed ankle or the arch of a bare throat…
Get a grip…he scolds himself but the dreams have returned and he wakes in the night aching for her more than ever before. He had an active sex life before being imprisoned, he enjoyed it but each and every encounter had been an emotionless affair on his end. He savoured the conquest and moved on, often leaving angry and miserable girls in his wake. He did not care. Now he cares so much it paralysis him.
Bonnie glances at him as she places a ramekin onto the table top, hands protected with gloves. She smiles, pulling the gloves off and he shifts in his seat. Bonnie Bennett hated him, no mystery why, but now things are different. Her rage, her bitterness and pain are either so well cloaked that even he can't sense it or she has moved past those feelings. He wishes he knew how that is possible. Even her caution is gone, the usual distance, both emotionally and physically, has been breached..
This should fill him with joy, and mostly it does, but a shadow of uncertainty darkens this new development. He had thought her odd giddiness while she had been drunk was masking a frenzy, a cranking up towards a jump into an abyss and her present cheerfulness does little to diminish this feeling.
She is being so amiable, to the point he is starting to doubt her. He had felt this once before, just for a moment, when she had lead him through the snow only to stab him. He had voiced his suspicions, wrapped them up in terms of the threat he posed to her but in his mind a warning had been blaring. He had stared at her head as if trying to read the puzzle of her mind. Does she plan to kill me? He had fallen so hard for her lies that the relief had overwhelmed any doubts. Now all he has is time to put those pieces together...
"Kai you look so serious...I promise I haven't poisoned this...much," she looks at the crème brulee she has made, especially for him, and he smirks, pushing down a flicker of unease.
"I trust you...though I will judge you if it sucks."
"We can't all be Michelin star chefs. Though they can't do this," she adds and bends so her face is level with the ramekin. She purses her lips, concentrates, and then blows slowly across the top of the pudding. The custard instantly begins to darken, the heat of her breath glazing it until it cracks. Bonnie gets to her feet with an accomplished smile.
Kai laughs. "Better than a blowtorch," he smiles as she sets the pudding down before him and she actually look anxious for his approval. He grips the spoon, the new doubts fluttering around his head like disturbed bats. Maybe she senses his nerves because those crazed thoughts are blasted from his mind when she leans down and presses her lips to his cheek.
"Thank you," she whispers and hastily leaves before he can react. He touches his cheek. Her lips had been burning hot. As he finishes the pudding, which is delicious, he realises that he does not fear dying or even the hurt from that betrayal. What would gut him is if her olive branch is only extended so she can torch it. Witches can hold a grudge, he knows this better than anyone, and he knows this to be true of Bonnie. What if she is being kind only to screw him over in the only way that can truly damage him?
Would it change anything? Kai thinks on this, introspective and with a resignation that is both awful and freeing he sighs. It wouldn't. I'm completely and utterly whipped.
He licks the ridges of the pot clean.
The patterns swirl around her back, glittering in the sunshine. He flips her onto her back, making the bed bounce before hooking his fingers under the silver chain around her neck and tugs her to him. They kiss, hot open mouthed pants that shift into groans. The shattered pieces of the lamp shudder and once again begin to float above the floor. She gives a loud moan, nails digging into his back and the armchair levitates.
"We're home!"
The new voices sends the chair crashing to the floor and the couple to the bed. His hand covers her mouth and he buries his face against her neck. It does little to stifle the noise.
"Quick," she pleads…
Bonnie's eyes spring open, gasping pleas, hands grasping but only finding the drapes hanging from her bed. She slumps into the pillows, entire body flushing with heat and lust. The dreams, dreams she had thought had escaped from Kai's lecherous mind like gas, visit her every night now. From his hesitance around her, the thick air and unsaid words she knows he is experiencing the same.
Whoever the dreams originate with does not matter, why they do is and how to stop it. He had told her that witches do share dreams when sleeping close by and his family had each room charmed to stop intrusive dreams and nightmares for privacy. They had done it to their rooms but no spell seems powerful enough to stop them. It has moved beyond humiliation and into a frustrated exhaustion.
She is taking steps to open herself up to him, towards friendship before he leaves but this is making it complicated. He wants her, they both know it and while he is handsome, very handsome…
"Nope. Stop that nonsense," Bonnie taps her temple in reprimand. She has eyes and on a detached aesthetic level she can see how the last few months have...matured him into a man rather than the lean boy he had been but that is as far as it goes. A year ago this stance was air tight but now...now she knows the feel of his lips and how ferociously centred his attention is for her.
No one but her…
Bonnie presses the heel of her hands against her eyes and then sits up, getting out of bed. The snow is falling slowly, a gentle flurry but she knows in a few hours, practically to the minute, it will blizzard and the view will be a white-out. White is the colour of madness, she thinks, picking up the green skirt she had laid out the night before. She turns, catching her reflection in the mirror and pauses. Her appearance has changed little, as is only expected, but the sight still sends a shiver through her.
She should be getting ready for college as the summer winds down, maybe saying goodbyes to her cousins or maybe even strangers in some far flung country. She'd have a little well beaten translation book and a backpack, a camera full of memories and stack of postcards waiting to be sent.
Here she has a reflection that does not change, a world in looping stasis. If white is madness then hell is repetition. How long is too long? He will go, either through his own efforts or hers but she will be alone. Will she be able to make clear choices by then? Will she be able to tell the difference between here and out there?
"Will I remember there is an out there? No postcards…" she could send them, of course, she is her very own mail service but who would be there to read them? Who will be left? One person could, if he gets out…
When. She gazes at the plain skirt, brow furrowed before she flings it away. She can control one thing now: herself and while she still has the courage. Being here drives you mad but she reasons she has to be a little cracked to contemplate what she is about to do. She will get out, one way or another but she does not have hundreds of lives linked to her own. Kai is not so lucky. She cannot risk those lives or the weight of them on her conscious if giving into Expression renders her control into nothing but pure will.
There's only one way. I have to send him away...but it will be a night to remember, whatever happens.
Bonnie smiles, lips curling before it falls in fear and then curls up again. This happens repeatedly as she picks a dress she has never worn before, unaware of the kaleidoscope of emotions rising and falling before the mirror.
Today is different. He is not sure what the date is, he gave up counting some time ago. He no longer measures time by the rising of the sun or the burst of dancing lights in the sky but by the scowl of her gaze and the snarl of her lips to the roll of her eyes and the bark of cruel laughter to the fleeting smiles and curious questions. From when she hated him to now. The change is a process, one not complete and he knows she is effectively stepping on ice, a timid path that may not hold up her unsure weight but trusting that it will. At least he hopes so because if she slams a heel under her they will both crack and fall.
Stop. Stop over thinking. The time for that is long gone. She has changed.
He feels like laughing and knows that these thoughts must whirl around her head too. Clearing his mind he looks up from the book he had been reading as he senses her approach and turns. His eyes widen.
Her hair is plaited and piled in intricate loops to form a bun on top of her head. Tiny diamonds and mother of pearl pins glitter in the dark tresses, so when she moves she sparkles like she has stars floating around her head. A floor length grey mink coat is belted closed and it curls softly around her neck, where one of her hands is clasping it closed.
"Wow...you look so fluffy I wanna run my hands through you."
This comment is rewarded with a sucking noise and a blush. He smiles, now a little shyly, and moves to her. She watches him from under her lashes and slowly lifts her chin. She looks regal and dangerous and every part of him is on fire. He imagines her in charge of her own coven, seated like a queen and then places himself beside her. They could rule together, couldn't they? Has that happened before?
These wild thoughts rush through his head he only realises he has reached out when he feels the plush fur against his fingertips. Bonnie turns aside slightly and he loses contact.
"I have a surprise for you."
"Really? Should I be worried?" he narrows his eyes playfully and she shrugs.
"That should be evident by now. Come on," she turns and he follows, forgets to bring a coat and only realizes he still has the book in his hand when the wind makes the pages flutter. He slots it into the mailbox at the end of the drive and hurries to catch up. She does not break a stride.
She leads him to the largest mansion along the main road, one he had spent many hours exploring. She had accompanied him a few times but never shared his enthusiasm for it. He guesses half the thrill is the danger of the home owners discovering you…but even that wares off in time. There comes a point when every house and room you enter is yours, every state, every country…a ruler of everything and nothing.
Pushing the unsatisfying memory of his time in the other prison world aside he watches her as she walks to a set of double doors, which open to let her pass and into a vast ballroom. On this night in 1903 the owners of this mansion had been throwing a Halloween party and the remnants of this are everywhere. Food on plates and sparkling champagne and deep red wine decorate tables, as if the guests had all stepped out moments before. Cobwebs hang from fixtures and windows, where a pumpkin or other carved vegetable sits flickering with candlelight. Gaslight burns from chandeliers above, which create flickering beams of light onto the dance floor below and over where the orchestra would have played. The rest of the large room is in shadow.
"I bet this was one hell of a party," he looks down from the vaulted ceiling to watch Bonnie slip the coat from her shoulders. The ball gown is gold satin, threaded with black silk and lace over the clinging bodice, which offers an expanse of cleavage. Her arms are bare and around her throat is a black jet choker. Kai stares at her open mouthed as she balls her fists and breathes heavily.
"I - I found it in this house and thought -"
"It's beautiful. You're beautiful," he says and his voice is blessedly smooth, if a little breathless. She is stunning, ball gown or doc martens, it does not matter. Bonnie looks down at herself, smiling shyly but clearly pleased.
"Thank you," she moves to him, folding the coat over the back of a chair before giving him a once over. He is in a plain white shirt and dark pants but she seems to find this agreeable. Smiling she takes a seat at a small round table and he joins her.
"So...is there a dance card or something I have to sign?"
"Of course but it's kinda full, you might have to wait," she winces apologetically.
"Popular huh? Well I don't mind waiting," he lifts his hand and snaps his fingers. A silver tray with crystal flumes and a bucket of champagne float over to them, as of carried by an invisible waiter. Bonnie utters a little fake gasp as the tray settles on the table.
"Did - did you do that?"
Kai's lips twitch at her simpering act but he plays along. He leans closer, eyeing the room swiftly before whispering. "Don't tell anyone but...I'm a witch."
She gasps and a hopeful smile flickers over her mouth before speaking. "...Me too!"
"No way! I haven't seen you at any of the parties!"
"That's because Bennett witches are never invited to anything fun!"
Kai nods in sympathy. "Right, I heard the only invites you get are text messages from stupid people who need rescuing. That should change."
Bonnie frowns. "Text...messages? I haven't heard of that."
"That's because it hasn't been invented yet."
She keeps a straight face before bursting into laughter and he joins her. She sighs, sitting back and he takes a moment to savour her expression and then realizes she is doing the exact same thing to him. In fact since that morning he has felt her eyes on him constantly and when he caught her gaze she did not look away.
"You keep looking at me."
She looks aside for a moment and then back, half smiling. "It's not everyday I meet the all powerful leader of a coven."
Kai shakes his head, pulling the bottle free of the ice chips. "Not so powerful now and not much of a leader."
"But you just started. I'm sure you'll get into the swing of it in time," her voice is gently encouraging and Kai looks askew at her as he shakes the bottle.
"Are you speaking from experience?"
"No," she laughs and then yelps when the cork flies out of the bottle. Froth bubbles over his hands and he hastily pours them into glasses she offers. "Bennett witches haven't had a coven leader in...I don't know, a long time."
"So there's an opening there. I think you should fill it," he places the bottle back and watches her sip at the champaign. She grimaces but takes another gulp.
"Maybe…" she watches the bubbles rise and pop before lifting her glass. "Happy Samhain."
"Only in a manner of speaking," he clicks his glass against hers and then watches as she downs hers in one, likely considering the possibility of an entire year passing. She sticks out her tongue in disgust but reaches for the bottle again.
"So, seriously, what does a coven leader do?" she asks, dropping the pretend of earlier.
"Well, we oversee the members. I have a secretary and then senior staff who deal with district leaders. They all answer to me, well they should…"
"District leaders?"
"Yeah, from state to state, country to country. My family gets around."
"So the actual coven, the meeting place, is in Portland?"
"No. That was just our family home. The actual seat of power is situated on an island off the west coast. On a cliff is a house. It's called the Lighthouse and it's huge, literally bigger on the inside. The entire island is cloaked."
Bonnie sighs, imagining it, chin resting on her hand. "Must be nice to be so connected to other witches."
Kai lowers his glass, frowning. "You are. Hello," he widens his eyes as she smiles.
"You know what I mean. I'm not really part of a coven."
"Then make one...or join mine," he suggests without thinking and holds his breath, realising what he had just offered her and praying that she does not guess or know their custom. Bonnie eyebrows lift and she gazes at him without speaking before shaking her head.
"No offence but your coven is crazy."
"I know, none taken," he sighs internally and gulps more alcohol. A part of Kai, the Kai who ruthlessly went for what he wanted, shakes his head in disgust. He just asked Bonnie to effectively marry him, which is the only way for non Gemini members to join the coven. He stares at the empty bottle in the melting ice and lays his glass down. He is a messy drunk, she doesn't have to see that…
If Bonnie knows his thoughts she does not show it. She stares at the dance floor, gaze glossy. She is already tipsy. Kai smiles at her wistful look as she inspects the violins and piano sitting idle. He picks up a spoon and taps it against his glass, making Bonnie turn to him. In the ringing silence the room seems to full into a deeper hush but with an incantation the plink of keys and the pluck of strings begins to fill the room. The orchestra is warming up.
"How did you do that?" she turn to him, mouth open and he shrugs.
"Some objects, especially ones that are used, hold a trace of that use, that purpose. They've been wanting to play for a hundred years," he adds, not knowing if that is true but he always got the sense with cars and stereos in the 1994 prison world that they were happy to be running again. But then, he is crazy. He gets to his feet as music swells around them, something dark and oddly sensual, perfect for Halloween. A waltz. He offers his hand. Bonnie laughs, shaking her head.
"I've had too much to drink. I can't."
"What? Waiting for your other dates?"
She hesitates, licking her lips, before placing her hand in his. They move to the centre of the room, stopping in a beam of light from a chandelier and stand looking at each other. He pulls her to him gently, placing a hand against her waist as she rests hers against his shoulder.
"Bet you never pictured this happening a year ago."
Bonnie smirks. "I actually entered your prison world with hope. My grams, before she moved on, said that she found peace because she had guaranteed that I was going to find mine."
Kai laughs incredulously. "She thought that peace was with me? Your granny was wild."
"She was…" Bonnie's smile fades and Kai pulls her closer as they move. Neither are paying attention to the music. Bonnie gazes up at the glass dome above them, which is piling with snow. The Aurora Borealis will begin soon. "I hope she knows where I am...but then I remember she's moved on. That's a good thing," she adds quickly as he opens his mouth to console her. "When witches died they were stored on the other side like batteries. That wasn't right. She's at peace."
"Do you really think she sent you to me for that reason? To find that?"
She stares at him for a long time, face impassive before she smirks. "I know you've changed but I don't think peace is in your vernacular."
He smiles, dropping the topic, and twirls her around before tugging her back. She grins, bumping against his chest and he wraps his arms around her waist. He can feel the heat from her, the heave of her chest against his but the thing that sends his blood roaring is that current running through her that sends that same strange chord in him vibrating, a silent frequency like theremin music. Her magic and his.
"You trust me now, don't you?"
"...I suppose I do, though I might regret it."
"You won't. I said before that I didn't expect you to believe me, to just give me a chance to prove that it was worth you doing that...and you have. I am sorry Bonnie, for what I did to you, you and my family. I can't change what happened but the way I feel about it is different now. I'm not sure if I have your forgiveness, before the only way I knew how was to make you laugh with stupid jokes," he admits and this time he gets the desired response. He sighs and clasps her hands. They have stopped dancing some time ago.
Bonnie inhales deeply, nodding her head with a thoughtful look. "Once I said to Damon that he was different from you because he felt remorse. You spent all those years alone and didn't regret."
"I couldn't."
"I know...but you do now. That's why you're here. You can't face your coven because you think you don't deserve to. That's why you've stayed when you could have left so long ago."
Kai looks at the ground and then up at her. Her gaze is patient, understanding and sad. "Maybe you're right but that's not all. You know why I'm here, don't you?"
"To prove to me that you want to make amends. To appease your guilt."
"No. I mean yes at first but god," he stops, frustrated with all the things he does not know how to say. Would those words matter? She does not feel that way about him and likely never will, even if they become something close to friends. He doesn't even know how to be that, he's never had the chance before.
"Kai?" she whispers and he leans forward.
"Half the time I feel things and I have absolutely no idea what they are. Literally. But the one thing I do know is that I can't see a day without you in it and the prospect of that is not something I'm going to accept. I'm here and I'm not leaving unless you're by my side. After that it's up to you but my feelings won't change. If you need me I'll be there."
Bonnie stares at him, eyes gleaming in the candlelight until they shimmer with unshed tears. She swallows convulsively and looks down, nodding. He doesn't move or speak, hands still clutching hers and when she looks up his heart stops. She looks miserable.
"I just - I just couldn't see it, I didn't want to. I hated you and that anger gave me strength. I needed that to survive but now…" she sighs, sniffing. "I'm tired and I wanna go home."
"You will, you'll get out."
She nods and then sighs, dejected. "I just wish there was another way."
"What?"
"Nothing…" Bonnie looks up as the room begins to flicker with green and pink lights. The celestial event has begun. He stares up and does not see the way her face falls, crumples and then becomes hard like stone. The only thing he senses is her fingers lacing through his. He looks down.
"So...should we finish this dance?"
Bonnie smiles and nods but surprises him when she moves forward. Her arms twine around his neck, her body pressing against his and his hands hover in the air before he pulls her up against him. Tips toes balancing against the floor she hangs in his embrace but she is a binding force, her arms around him tightly. He is not one for hugs, neither giving or receiving, but this one makes his chest expand with happiness.
"Wow, you're tiny but you give great bear hugs."
"Wrap me up," she whispers into his ear and most of the air escapes his lungs. He does it, pressing her body to his and she leans her head back to stare at him. She is crying. "I don't know if I can forgive, not yet. It's not only about the fights, I mean I jammed a pick axe into your heart," she admits and he says nothing, face unreadable. "You cooked me thanksgiving dinner and somehow I started to trust you. I suppose I just wanted to see some light in you, if we really were stuck there together. I don't give that trust over lightly, I never have but I did...and I was wrong."
"And you're angry at yourself for that. I don't know if it matters now but I didn't want to go alone, I hoped you'd see things my way, want to side with me, but…"
"The most important thing was yourself."
"Yes. Now you know that's changed. I don't expect forgiveness, that's not gonna happen overnight or however many months we've been here," he smiles quickly before pulling her closer to him. "I just want whatever the next step is."
"Frenemies?" she suggests and he frowns in amusement. "I don't know if I wanted you here only because I can't stand the alternative or maybe you have got under here," Bonnie sighs and taps her chest, tears still falling and surprising him she moves her head forward quickly and presses her mouth to his. He tastes the salt of her tears, the trembling of her lips and would slate that sadness from her but she pulls back and buries her face in the crook of his neck. Kai, overwhelmed and again bewildered stares up at the Northern Lights shining above them.
A sudden chill floods him as Bonnie's arms tighten even more. I've felt this before. She had held him with this desperation before, the night her hope appeared to die. What is this?
A goodbye.
"Bon?"
"I'm sorry but I can't risk it. Thank you, thank you for staying, " she whispers and kisses the side of his face before speaking again, muttering and at first he does not hear but he does not have to. Bright white light beams down around them, the ascending light. She is going to send me away.
"No!" Kai pulls at her waist, trying to get her off him but she tightens her grip, shouting the spell now. He grabs her shoulders and forces her back. "What are you doing?!"
"What I plan to do is dangerous. I might not make it out, I don't think anything will survive. So you have to go, for your coven!"
Kai bares his teeth as she begins the chant again and he growls. "Motus!"
Bonnie is flung from him, sliding across the floor before falling to her knees. She lifts a hand and he feels something looping around his chest and then he is tugged roughly to her, a binding spell. Kai slams her back with magic until she hits the far wall.
"Bonnie stop!" he yells but the binding drags him to her. Kai bats her arms away as she reaches for him but he is powerless to stop. Slamming against her Bonnie straightens and immediately begins the spell again.
"Phasmatus Omittamus!" Kai barks and Bonnie's eyes bulge as no words come from her mouth. She tries again and the desperation turns to anger as she slams the heel of her hands against his chest. He catches her wrists and forces them down as she struggles. He sees fear in her eyes, expecting him to drain her magic and it takes everything in him not to. However Bonnie does not know this. She bares her teeth and then squeezes her eyes shut and Kai jerks back suddenly.
The magic within her is always a tantalizing undercurrent, something he can pick up on when close and especially when he touches her. Fingers now locked around her wrists that glowing seam inside her suddenly comes to frenzied life, like the sun had just switched on in her chest. The magic within her is suddenly immense and each second it swells with her erratic heartbeat. The chandeliers creek as the flames gut and flare, gut and flare. Sheet music and napkins flutters through the air, before plates and glasses join them, shattering and shredding, becoming a vast glittering and flapping maelstrom around the room.
Her eyes snap open and blank white orbs peer back at him. Kai gasps, breath exhaling and time slows, the swooping lights above moving like honey until the room is bathed in an eerie green light. She arches her neck, mouth parting in ecstasy and all reason is dashed from his mind. He tightens his fingers and siphons from her, unable to resist.
I've felt this before, the thought is faint, like someone is saying it from another world and he sees Luke before him, eyes white as Bonnie's and knows that his gaze is the same. The Merge, an act of dark magic, had rendered his mind blank and stopped his heart until he had awoken as the victor. He remembers the power rushing through him, the way it had made the world around him violent, caught in a vortex. Unstable. He had felt like a god. He only remembers it now, the loss of that power taking his very memory with it.
Before the last remnants of his control give way a part of him wishes that Bonnie had sent him home but then all reason leaves him. He pulls Expression from her, more and more but it is not enough and with a terrifying beautiful smile she nods once. Power is unleashed from her to him, a torrent and he staggers, the feeble lungs in his chest unable to get enough air to his brain. Panting he struggles between wanting more and keeping his mind. He could drown contently in it and from the dazed look on her face she'd happily do it.
As he siphons from her, a supply that seems endless, the link between them is wide open. Taking magic from others always leaves him vulnerable, that was how she knew so long ago that he did not have the spell to get out of his old prison world. He can take but his thoughts and every desire is exposed. The power, Bonnie, rushes through him like liquid gold and nothing is hidden from her, and with every curious touch at his feelings he is awash with them. As if prying a rock up all his terrible urges, his gleeful manipulations and his unquenchable desire is laid bare but then others, softer, deeper things too fragile to touch. Soon they flash past, too much but she keeps playing over them with a light touch. Hate, fear, anger, doubt, revenge, possession, jealousy, lust, hope, humour, glee, guilt, so much guilt it chokes him and then there. Love.
Love , love, love, love you…
As this floods Kai he is helpless, laughing manically one moment only to cry out in pain in another and her voice echoes him, caught in this maelstrom she has tapped. She takes that feeling, that feeling he could not name and squeezes it like a fist around a heart.
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Hearing his thoughts she frowns and drops her hands, closing her eyes with a sigh. Kai stumbles back, bending over his knees and inhales greedy gulps of air. The whirlwind around them stops immediately, sending a broken mess to the floor and the green light from the sky fades away. Kai looks up at her from his crouched position and sees her wrecked expression, the lost look in her eyes. He rises, reaching for her, that power still roaring inside him.
"You shouldn't be here," she stares like an animal caught in a light beam, eyes flicking between his and down and the tension is unbearable, an airless waiting that only snaps when she moves. Her lips crush against his, forcing his mouth apart with her tongue. He wraps his arms around her, picking her up off the floor as her hands delve into his hair and grip tightly. He wants to rip her clothes off and by the fumbling if her fingers against his belt she feels the same. But he wants her in a bed, has wanted nothing else for months. Aroused laced anger about to snap, reasoning untethered by the power he had barely survived, he grips her tightly and transports them away from the ballroom and to a master bedroom above.
She gasps into his mouth as they materialize in an oak panelled room with a huge four poster, one on a plinth. He cups her face and kisses her roughly, like he wants to suck the air from her lungs, draw that power back out. Can he taste it? He breaks away from her lips as she tugs his belt free, fingers skimming over his straining erection and he groans before pressing his mouth to her throat, feels the pulse of her rapid heartbeat. He prises his fingers under the jet choker, breaking it. Her chest heaves, contracted by the corset she had decided to wear and she can barely breathe. He becomes even more aroused, licking and biting at her chest, fingers hooking into the hem of her dress and roughly tugging it apart and down.
She inhales greedily, breasts free and cradles his head as he kisses, sucks and bites at them, pushing her towards the bed until her lower back hits the end of the mattress. It is situated so high he has to vault her up onto it but the silky material of her dress makes her slide down, drawing her skirts up. Egg grey stockings rasp softly against his fingers as he pull her dress up, her hands making quick work of his trousers as they fall to his feet. He had imagined this happening so often, from their time in 1994, to the present and now. Taking her in every room in the mansion they have been stuck in but he never imagined the hasty fumble of this, the lack of finesse. He is pure ravenous want.
Bonnie grabs hold of one of the hanging drapes to level herself up as he rolls her dress up over her hips, where her stocking are clipped to garters around her thighs. She is bare between the legs and his eyes darken even more with lust, his lips curling. "Naughty girl," he gazes at her with a predatory appreciation. She offers her own, breathing heavily and hooks her fingers around the silver chain he always wears and pulls him to her. He kisses her hard, tongue delving into her mouth before placing his hands under her thighs, hiking her up and spreading her legs. She wraps one arm around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back as he centers himself and with one thrust enters quick and hard. She groans loudly into his ear, fingernails leaving crescents in his skin as he pushes into her again, supporting most of her weight. Still half dressed they thud against the base of the bed, making the sturdy frame creak and the drapes above them sway. Bonnie groans, head flung back as she slots the heels of her feet into the base of the mattress and begins to meet his pounding thrusts with her own.
"Please," he begs and she opens her eyes. "Please?" he hardly hears himself, not knowing what he begs for. Yes you do... He does not give her time to answer as he captures her mouth, hands threading into her hair, scattering the jewels she had put there. Bonnie pulls back, her face flushed with pleasure and something wild and it is the most erotic thing he has ever seen. She gasps for air, teeth gritting as her stomach muscles seize and she clamps around him, making him swear. He draws a knee back, pushing her so she is half lying on the bed and proceeds to fuck her with a frenzy, gyrating his hips in a way that makes her scream. The drape in her fist smokes and begins to burn and she lets go, not caring if the entire room starts to blaze around them.
"I - I never knew," she pants, breasts bouncing at his unrelenting pace and he grins.
"Never been with another witch?"
She shakes her head, eye reflecting the spread of the fire above them. He feels a flash of happiness that she is his first before another wave of pleasure rushes through her, making her hips jerk and arch. He is close, very close but he works her as she chases after her release, thumb brushing very gently against her clit and she chokes on the pleasure, her eyes wide.
The fire around them suddenly rages, utterly destroying the drapes as it spreads like wildfire but does not touch anything else as she orgasms. Kai grabs her hips and flings her up and off the bed. He falls to his knees on a rug and pushes her into her back, thrusting into her wet heat again and with every thrust the floorboards ripples under them, spreading to the very walls, making the ceiling bulge and the small chandelier swing wildly.
The magic bursts out of them, uncontrolled, the upheaval of the room more an extension of themselves then something they inhabit. Kai forces her legs back, leaning up and with a long low moan he watches as her eyes flash white. He fumbles for her hands, pushing them down by her head and pulls on what she is offering but as soon as he has a taste it is gone. His orgasm hits him, too intense to contemplate the tease of power he just lost as he comes inside her, shouting her name, muscles straining before finishing in slow lazy strokes as she kneads the back of her head against the rug. He collapses against her, gasping for air and sweating. He opens his eyes and stares down at her.
She smiles, contently and clearly as utterly satisfied as he is. She places a hand against the side of his head and asks one question. "This is the other side of me...this is a path into darkness, not evil," she clarifies, "but into something uncontrollably powerful. Are you sure you want this? This is the price of wanting to help me Kai."
He locks his gaze with hers. "I wanted this the moment we met, I just didn't know it was there. I want you, everything you are," he utters, closes his eyes and kisses her tenderly. Her eyes remains open before they too close and the power within them settles, equally sated to be shared.
Yup, so now M rated...
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