Author's Note: Look at me, updating this! I had a horrible ongoing computer issue that took me out of the game for a month. Of course it was right around the time I had planned to start "Spring Fling" – another Bonnie pairing smut-a-thon. Now that my computer is in working order again, I plan to return to the idea but I may have to rebrand it into something else. By the time I get around to it, it may be summer (work is ALWAYS busy this time a year but in 40 days I have 2 months off). Also, given the state of things with Bonnie on the show, my muse comes and goes as I get frustrated by what has happened and then think HOLY COW I HAVE 1000 AUs in mind. So please be patient!

This piece here is smutty, so you've been warned (it is based on a prompt given to me for the Spring Fling)!

A Snapshot in Time

Kennett – Against the Lockers

Truly it was only a matter of time before it happened.

She is just surprised that it is happening here.

Bonnie scrambles to remove his belt, her finger suddenly clumsy. She blames the fact that his mouth is hot on hers. He clearly is not in any mood to give her leverage. She expected that – after all, she has strung him along for weeks, playing with the original vampire like he is nothing more than a teenage boy. Logically, she knows better, knows there are consequences but still, she has persisted.

Now she is paying for it.

His hands are fisted tight in her hair as he deepens the kiss. She whimpers. Powerful witch she may be but in the end she still needs to breath. He prolongs the moment until she is forced to abandon her attempts to remove his belt to push at his shoulders. He finally relents and she draws in air noisily, her eyes narrowing.

Kol merely grins.

As she recovers, he releases her hair, his hands moving down the sides of her face, a thumb tracing her swollen lips. Then he presses his body against her, driving her back into the hard metal of the lockers. She knows she should be frightened (but she's not, not even close).

Wordlessly, he tugs at her jacket and she lets him. In fact she lets him divest her of her top, her bra. She feels some level of embarrassment as his nimble fingers pop the button on her jeans (they are in a public place for the love of God – it might be after hours but the building is not completely empty). He kisses it away easily and she finds herself stepping out of her pants. Around her lay the remnants of her outfit and he stands there proud as can be that he has created such a mess.

She goes back to work on the belt.

This time she is not nearly as clumsy. Within seconds she has her hand closed around him, her fingers gripping just so. She wishes to see that smirk wipe off his face. He groans, his hips thrusting forward. They crash into the lockers again. She has succeeded in her goal. She can tell by the look on his face that he is no longer in the mood to play. He rips at the remaining article of clothing on her body (she is not putting those back on). She can feel his hands on the back of her thighs and then he is lifting her, bringing her to him. She lets out a cry (louder than she should) as he maneuvers her so that they fit together.

He stills for a moment, and her arms go around his neck. She looks him in the eyes, wondering if she is truly where she is. She. Bonnie Bennett. Pushed against the lockers. With a vampire between her legs. Not just any vampire. Kol Mikaelson. She blinks and he is still there (only he is smiling now and she knows he has guessed correctly as to what is on her mind). He punctuates his smug grin with a quick flick of his hips that has her sinking down further on him. She tightens her fingers in his jacket and catches her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from crying again.

In the end the only way to avoid it is to bury her head into his shoulder. He continues to move against her, hard and fast. She lets lose a string of nonsensical sounds that die in the crook of his neck. She can practically feel him beaming. He has reduced the powerful Bennett witch to a mass of nerves and sensations that she never wants to end.

Of course it has to.

She can feel the beginning of the end building in her stomach. She almost wills it away in hopes of continuing but in the end, when it comes she welcomes it. She throws her head back, and tries not to scream. As a result, the pent up energy is transferred to everything around her. Locker doors fly open, spilling their contents on the floor. Those damned balloons pop (she'll never have 99 now). She tightens around him in such a manner that he stills and lets out a groan of his own. She feels her body go limp and she is essentially putty in his hands.

He gives her a moment and then begins to move again. Slowly at first and then at a maddening pace that brings him to a finish. She pulls herself up, leans against the lockers and takes a deep breath. He actually looks a little…flustered (she has never seen him like that and for a moment her face mirrors the prideful look he had given her earlier: she had done that to him). He carefully (surprising given who he is) sets her down. Her legs are a little shaky at first (so he keeps his hands on her shoulders to steady her) but soon she is looking at him, wondering just where they will go from here.

Perhaps he would have said something. His mouth had been open slightly. But they both hear the sound of footsteps so he grins instead. She blinks, he is gone and she left scrambling for her clothes and cover before someone gets an eyeful.

As she presses herself against the wall in the nearest classroom, she finds herself hoping that what just happened will happen again.

And again…

…and maybe once more after that too.