A/N: Are ya'll ready for the insanity that's about to happen?! I'm talking full-speed ahead I should not be doing this because it enables my unhealthy obsession for Paul Wesley headcanon. For those of you who know what I'm saying towards the end (or you can relate), drop me a line. I absolutely loved writing this chapter.
Lyrical inspiration: "Levitating" by Dua Lipa
You want me, I want you baby. My sugarboo, I'm levitating. The Milky Way is liberating. Yeah, yeah, yeah…You can fly away with me tonight. Baby, let me take you for a ride.
XXX
Bonnie was checking her phone more than usual, which was unlike herself, presumptively fishing for clues to see if Stefan was feeling the exact same tumult. It felt foolish considering he was "emotionally unavailable" on a technicality.
She promised to never be that kind of girl. The one she self-righteously judged, that readily made herself available at the whims of some guy simply because his dick game was unmatched. But dammit her cunt had been vying and aching with the worry that she would never get him or that feeling again.
With the future prospect that more may come, she needed to tell someone. And fast.
Bonnie opted to get a ride home with Caroline. Stefan hadn't shown up in their afternoon history class, just disappeared after the morning split so the mystery remained. What had he been doing? Because he certainly didn't raise the concern of feeding as he usually would any other time.
All the more reason for Bonnie to get what happened out of her system. And who better than to confide in than the sophisticated blonde who had a seasonal knowledge in the realm of sexual attachment and casual hook ups.
Caroline was on the driver's side holding the steering wheel ten and two, about to pull off. She had been rambling about something, but when Bonnie couldn't take it anymore, she shouted "I had sex with Stefan!" causing Caroline to immediately put her foot on the brake making the car come to a screeching halt in the school parking lot. Talk about dramatic.
"Hold the phone! You what?!"
Bonnie was gripping the door handle. Luckily, she was wearing her seatbelt and Elena had been avoiding her like the black plague all day.
"I slept with Stefan," she whined not sure whether to laugh, smile, or cry.
Caroline gawked at her. "Yes I heard you the first time. Seriously oh-my-god!"
Bonnie ashamedly brought both hands to cover her face. "And I can't stop thinking about it."
"Okay call it a woman's intuition, but I knew something was different about you. You're practically beaming!" The blonde smiled haughty recalling how she unknowingly covered for Bonnie's absence this morning.
"Caroline this is bad. Really bad. And not in a horrible kind of way." Bonnie fully turned in the passenger seat, blushing in the face.
"You do realize this change's everything right?!" Caroline adds matter of fact. Maybe it was the frenemy inside her getting a kick at how their brunette friend would act at the discovery. There was always this part of her that wanted Elena knocked off the golden pedestal and high-horse.
"You think." Bonnie comments not funny, but at a loss for words.
"Well was it any good?!" Caroline got straight to the point. She loved vicariously living thru others.
Bonnie raised a single brow, facetious and harrowing a guilty eye roll in the opposite direction as an answer.
"I knew it!" Caroline slapped the steering wheel once, confirming her own beliefs. "Excuse me while I have an existential crisis at the realization that I officially went after the wrong brother." She recalls hilarious and snapping her fingers in a 'darn it' moment.
Now she's heard too much. Bonnie shudders at the idea of Damon getting it-on with anyone. She secretly feels for her friend and that mishap. "Care I screwed up big time," she reminds.
Caroline shrugs 'who cares' and puts the car in drive. "I'm well aware of that. But Stefan and Elena are also very much broken up. They have been so for almost a year now. If he wanted her back, he would do so. Plain and simple. He's old enough to make his own decisions, and so are you." She takes the mature route, it's somewhat of a refreshing shock as Bonnie had been expecting a scolding instead.
"But that doesn't make what I did okay," Bonnie reasons, rubbing the side of her neck moving her hair. Mentally noting the last time Stefan had fed from there, which was the night before the Gala. It was worrisome. Would he snap again, hold her hostage, torture her lady parts until she couldn't take it anymore? The unknown was killing her.
"He's also insanely hot," Caroline points valid, and grinning. "If I were in your shoes, I don't think I'd be able to say no to that either." She would know. She's singlehandedly witnessed Stefan at football practice running around in his regular shmegular wife-beater that put most of the male varsity team to shame.
Bonnie chortles and covers her mouth. "You're not helping. We have to do something," she states, opting for the decent route. The path that doesn't make her stupid silly every time she imagines the two of them in the act again.
"I'll admit, this doesn't look good for you. But…" Caroline remarks half-finished "…It is not your duty to comfort Elena. Not saying rub it in her face or anything, but that was Stefan's job. And he failed at it. Miserably. I agree with you, she deserves to know. And frankly, I'm glad that time wasn't today." She adds to no surprise, having been thru her fair share of premature relationships.
It was no secret that Bonnie was glad too.
XXX
He heard scuffling coming from outside and decided to follow the disturbing racket.
Damon stopped at the foot of the open garage door in discovery of Stefan, who was surrounded by half-empty boxes, looking like what appeared to be him conducting the opposite of a spring cleaning.
"Hello brother." Stefan replies blanch, look down and searching for something beneath his feet.
"You're trashing the place," Damon stated. That is what it looked like.
"We have maids don't we," Stefan suggested pompous. "Except you usually eat them and I'm the one compelling customer service to send out another." He grabbed a box and turned it over allowing all the contents to spill out, making a mess all over the floor.
"Looking for something?" Damon jeered. The storage freezer unit door was left wide open.
Stefan snaps, throwing the box in hand to the other side of the room. "Where is it?!" He growled.
Damon leaned against the garage's open entry, intentionally looking daft. "I don't think I know what you're talking about."
Stefan bum rushed the other to the nearest wall, a solid hand wrapped around his entire throat. "Where are the blood bags Damon?!" He blustered, blood veins jutted his cheeks showing his true form.
Damon chuckled amused, wondering when the signature choking would start. "Oh you mean those blood bags were yours?! I had those disposed as of last night. You don't mind do you? Round here we drink from the tap." He made sure to be overtly snarky. For a minute it looked like Stefan was close to rupturing a blood vessel.
Stefan roughly releases his brother's throat. He swivels to walk in the opposite direction as if to let bygones be bygones, kicking up dust and fixing his posture to suddenly relax. "I'm assuming you did this to get back at me," he spoke without looking, finding the humor in it, internally laughing at himself.
Damon straightened his back and pushed himself off the wall. "Now why would you ever suggest something like that little brother?" He mocked while fixing the wrinkle in his shirt. "Why would you need blood bags if you have let's say a certain witch that fills your 'needs' and 'appetite'? Unless…you're worried about things going terribly wrong. I'm willing to bet it troubles you, the idea that you might actually hurt Bon Bon."
Stefan smirked, only to look down at his feet for a second. "Are you proud Damon? That you're not as dumb as you look. Or is it the other way around? I can't tell…" He shrugs genuine.
Damon frowned puffing his chest out, circling the other side of the room. "Cute Stefan. Deflecting has always been your lamest comeback. But I can see right thru you. I don't know what kind of messed up shit Klaus did to that big head of yours, but let's get one thing straight. Whatever you do from here on out is your responsibility." He pointed.
"And here I am wondering why you are starting to make sense," Stefan said astounded, shifting all his weight to one leg. "How about you worry about my sloppy seconds. You know…tall, brown hair, helpless, whiny. Looks like Katherine?" He added in case the reminder was needed. If anything, Stefan felt relieved. He didn't need a reason to care in that order anymore. He was positive Damon would celebrate the fact later. He left the garage going outside and headed towards his parked Porsche.
"Elena would be so proud," Damon chimed back patronizing.
"Not that you really care…" Stefan adds "…Because let's face it, you'll take anything even if it screams desperation. On that note, at least I don't have to compel my victims to have sex with me." He shot back maintaining a straight face. Even Stefan felt bad for poor Caroline.
"I can live with it unlike you." Damon shrugged blasé. What's done is done. He could admit he was awful from the inside out.
"Go ahead Stefan, let it all out." Damon feigned, following him until stopping near the vehicle's hood. "Because when the real you returns, you're going to feel like an ass about it. You'll probably go cry somewhere, multiple times of course. Lock yourself in the bedroom, write in that childish journal of yours, then loathe your entire existence for another 40 years."
Meanwhile Stefan was sifting thru his Porsche's open trunk.
"How observant of you to come to that consensus all on your own," Stefan commented, looking at him too kind and sarcastic. "I see why Giuseppe loved you most. I must say your incipient need to berate others has really gotten you far in life."
Giuseppe had blamed Damon a lot. Even once told him how he failed to be a model exemplary of what a "real man" should be when the news broke that he'd chose Katherine in the name of love over the family, vampirism an all.
Stefan retrieved what he was searching for and closed the trunk shut. When he was walking back, his brother had already been leering at the thing in his grasp.
He stops short, shoving the oversized black leather jacket into Damon's chest, making him grab hold of it. "This belongs to you. I'm sure Bonnie doesn't need it anymore." Stefan comments, both eyes darting the other. He circled around his fuming brother going inside the boarding house, callously not bothering to clean up the mess in the garage.
Damon follows, projecting his voice. "You won't be able to make her happy!" And therein lay what really was on his mind.
"If I asked for your approval, I'm sure the answer would lie at the bottom barrel of a half empty bottle of 50-year-old Bourbon from the basement cellar." Stefan walked and talked without so much as glancing back. He entered the house, heading for the great room. His phone was vibrating in his back pocket, he ignores it.
"You can avoid it all you want but both you and I know I'm right." Damon hovered in the back making sure he was heard. "Bonnie will eventually come to her senses, if she hasn't already. And realize that you are just playing her to get to Elena."
Stefan appeared amused if one didn't know him well. But that was not the case. He does an about face and comes full stop at Damon's feet. "Now I get it. This isn't about me or Bonnie. This is about you always wanting what I have that you don't." He points a ridged index finger into his brother's hardened chest to trope the real issue at play.
Damon just stands there, leering at him. Maybe the truth did hurt after all.
To which Stefan begins to smile out of pleasure. "I had Elena. Key word had," he states as fact, meaning the resolve meant little to him now. "Now that I've had Bonnie six ways to Sunday you just can't stand it. Because let's face it…" Stefan corrects his position to be thorough, not emotional "…You don't care about Bonnie. Or anyone come to think of it. Your selfish Damon. You only care about yourself and the occurrence only matters when you don't get your way."
Stefan didn't need to look to know Damon was actively scrunching his fist. If he were to hit him, that would be no surprise there. Over the years their brotherly fist fights functioned as a practicality to showing their family love (and distain) for one another.
"And do you?" Damon asks. Just a little curious. The part about the Bennett girl.
Stefan half-grinned, symbolically wiping his mouth to cover it, which neither answered the question nor revealed what he was really feeling. His phone goes off again. He pulls it out of pocket to read the contents, intentionally and rudely ignoring the other.
"Hold that thought." Stefan casually pointed. Instead, he grabs his leather jacket and nonchalantly drapes it over his shoulder making a grand exit.
He could not ignore this.
XXX
The afternoon took a detour when the hybrid called his phone, demanding that they meet at one of the local lounges. It wasn't like he had a choice, something awful was propelling him to go.
Stefan's gums itched, they ached. His feet betrayed him, practically guiding him to the place of setting.
It was peak happy hour. The booze was flowing and bored 9-5ers crowded the bar and table booths. Stefan found his companion waiting for him in a VIP booth in the back. He was about to pass, but one of Klaus's lackey hybrids prevented him from entry, thwarting him by the chest like a body guard.
Stefan looked down at the hand, smug. He was two seconds away from snapping their fingers to bits.
"Let him pass," Klaus announced, seated behind beaded curtains that gave the small room ample privacy. Two delicious looking women were draped all over him, giggling and sipping rose tinted champagne.
Stefan rolled his eyes, bumping the lackey's shoulder as he imprudently made entry, situating himself somewhere in the middle of the floor. As if his other half was actively having one foot out the door.
"So nice of you to show up. Late I might add. Sit down. Have a drink. Or partake in one of my lovely female guests perhaps?!" Klaus smirked glad with spread eagle arms draped on the booth's back, gesturing to the women by his side, who did nothing but bat their lashes at the handsome newcomer.
Stefan took his seat bored and on the opposite end, giving off an impersonal business vibe. "Your generosity knows no bounds," he remarked sarcastic. "To what do I owe this honor?" He really could give two shits.
Klaus had been making Stefan jump through hoops to prove his "loyalty". If there was anything distinct about the hybrid, it was the way he conducted his alliances. They were always calculating and timed, setting the terms at his desired pace. Perhaps to break down the walls of his opponents, ensuing no doubt followed in the form of pledging their allegiance.
Klaus presumptuously handed his flute glass to the woman on his right, where she proceeds to hold it without objection. "Don't be shy Stefan. It's been well over three days. Did you think I would be gone for long? I trust that the witch is alive and well." He comments, having the strong urge the vampire failed his test. Klaus had eyes and ears everywhere, but he wanted to be judge and jury.
"I think we both know that to be true, otherwise you wouldn't be asking." Stefan states plainspoken, not seeing the point in fabricating. It was one less thing he wouldn't have to regret later. Sure, there was nothing emotionally pressing tying him to Bonnie, but that was questionable, a tangible Stefan himself had yet to fully address. Physically hurting her would eventually do him more harm than good.
Klaus leans forward, resting his elbows onto his knees gawking through half-lidded eyes. "In other words, you managed to evade my orders without persuasion," he said benign.
This made Stefan somewhat nervous. Perhaps she was a weak spot and his internal felt it.
"What can I say?! I don't play well with others," Stefan replied cavalier, proving to be difficult. A side effect of not being his usual self.
Klaus grinned roguish, baring his teeth. "That's where you're wrong mate. It's like that saying, don't bite the hand that feeds you."
Stefan snuffs his nose once with the bed of his thumb, he was tired. "Then don't rattle the monster's cage," he weighed in, making Klaus chuckle.
The hybrid taps the lanky woman next to him, signaling for her to get up so he can stand. "Dominance is key my friend. I know you are no stranger to the expedient of getting what you want by any means necessary. I'd be a fool to let that slip my mind." He substantially takes a seat next to Stefan, close enough that they are knee to knee. "Take my men for example. They are ready and willing to die for me. To die for the cause. But we all fight for a common goal. Except I ensure their survival, and it turn they serve me," Klaus points, feeling himself superior.
"Is there a point to your rambling? Or should I suffer this nonsense all evening." Stefan feigned, refusing to grovel and brown nose.
Klaus wrapped a strong arm around Stefan, hooking his neck friendly and bringing him close. Stefan just accepts without smile or amuse. "Now now don't be trite. You act as if you have somewhere to be. Never underestimate the value of a good lesson. Perhaps I once mistook you for weak, spineless, pathetic." Klaus mused, not all conjecture because behind the façade there was pitiful human Stefan—whom spent more time being love-sick and making stupid decisions as a result.
The hybrid reflected on past shenanigans spent in Chicago, when they wined and dined their fair share of women. He went on and Stefan nodded, unable to deny it. They partied hard, had their pick of the litter without so much as compelling them to spread their legs. No, they did that voluntarily on their own.
"While you are nowhere near your superior self, the man I once indulged with years ago…I still believe he is in there just waiting to come out and play." Klaus peers at him unblinking, more than hopeful.
Stefan looked like he needed to loosen an imaginary collar.
"Blood will make the lot of us do very terrible, unimaginable things. It's a viscous cycle. Don't you agree...?" Klaus said.
"That's an awful stupid assessment don't you think." Stefan states dry.
Klaus grins, the interruption hardly gets under his skin. "And it can make even the most tame of vampires such as yourself lose all and absolute control. We wouldn't want that now would we?" His head cocked slight, veering at the other patronizing.
Stefan's jaw started to uncomfortably tick.
"Perhaps I am the one that needs convincing? Prove me wrong, that your will is as strong as your bond. Only then you will have my respect." Klaus suggested humble-like but far from it.
Stefan could feel it coming, the words sweltered and resounded in his mind. Inviting him to participate in what he had already been thinking about long before walking in the door.
Klaus shook Stefan, his arm still looped around his neck, as if they had been the best of friends. "I think a feeding is in order, don't you agree?" He persuaded, motioning for one of his meals on wheels to come over.
Stefan had to admit it. He was starved. But he did not like feeding if it meant being pushed. Like the time his brother concertedly brought that strung out Donovan girl to his feet, pressuring him to break.
The hybrid smiles, he could even hear the back of Stefan's throat scrape dry when he swallows once.
The lanky woman scooched over, taking a seat next to Stefan before he even noticed. "It's okay. I want you to," she whispered soft, permissible. Meant to lure. A subtle gameplay which had already been in order. His face began to vamp uncontrollably as she moved her hair to the side displaying her blood vein.
"Drink." Klaus ordered, but not compelling. Relaxing in his seat, waiting for the test to unfold.
Without much thought, the switch happened. It was as if Stefan was being tugged by imaginary strings, with him being the puppet. This had to be the bloodlust speaking to him. He was parched, confused. Or it could be the lingering force from the last spell.
Stefan clutched the woman by the throat causing her to shriek at the abruptness of his strength, and within seconds he had her back draped across his lap. A thought flickered in his mind asking if she even cared, if she knew what she was in for? Then again, vampire groupies were not unheard of. Klaus always had a slew of them on command, fulfilling everything far and between, from servitude to sex.
"When you are done I want you to have her friend too. And leave not a single drop either," Klaus declared.
Stefan had been watching her carotid artery throb, ignoring everything else, the rush was calling for him to sink his fangs into her tight flesh. She wasn't exactly denying him, but a look of fright did flash in her eyes the moment his face had morphed, verging on being snapped.
Klaus couldn't look more satisfied watching the ripper drink.
One dead body plopped on the floor. Then another. Until Stefan was left standing red eyed and fueled with vigor. He paused to look at the back of his hand, as if catching a glimpse of himself, feeling a sickened disgrace. He proceeds as if shoving the guilt somewhere low and uses the back of his limb to wipe the blood from his mouth.
"Be a good sport why don't you and man the fort while I am away." Klaus said joining him to stand, leaving the trash of bodies behind him. Privacy was a necessity, he snaps his fingers to get one of his hybrids to perform an immediate swift clean-up. "I have business in Baton Rouge that must be tended to. I will be gone, but I expect you will keep things in order for me until I return. So you have plenty of time to weigh your options. That is, only if you are stupid enough to go against my wishes," he says.
Stefan only looks at him aggravated, signaling his initial question. How and what this meant to him was foggy. He was still high off of fresh blood. His body felt tricked, like he needed more.
"The witch, I want her." Klaus commanded, no explanation or particular reason why.
"You want her?" Stefan repeated blanched.
"Yes did I stutter?!" Klaus looked at him aversive and wide-eyed.
It was as if Stefan had been reflecting, his eyes wondered somewhere else, feeling a dull festering inside his gut. The hybrid saw this, determined to strike it down. He needed the conclave to work in his favor.
Klaus heavily palmed Stefan's top right shoulder, squeezing it hard, feeling the need to cement his authority. "And you will do me a service by convincing her. Is that clear?" He was waiting for the other to acknowledge him.
Convincing was a funny word, one that should bring about worry, but there was no blinking, breathy sighing, or bemoaning from Stefan at all.
Klaus brought him close, looking Stefan in both eyes crystalline. "And by all means get creative." He grinned merry.
XXX
When Bonnie wasn't reflecting, she was studying to the best of her ability. Rudy was in the living room with his feet propped up on the couch and watching DVR recorded ESPN. That alone was distracting her concentration, where she took refuge in the dining room with school text books spread across the table—that and the fact that her phone hadn't buzzed since 2pm.
Did amazing sex make everyone this crazy? She thinks so. And wishes it never happened for the greater good.
The doorbell rings and Bonnie volunteers to get it. Subconsciously, she hopes it will be Stefan. But knows good an well he would never make a normal entrance such as that under current circumstance.
It was the pizza guy.
Well into the evening, Bonnie had showered, brushed her teeth and laid in bed wide awake. She tossed under the covers a few times when the room's silence became intolerable.
The sheets hadn't been changed so her pillow smelled of Stefan and his woodsy scent. It was aggravating, the memory that he was once in her bed making her plea and shout obscenities, and loving every second of it.
With that said, Bonnie jumped out of its confines and furiously tore the sheets off the mattress.
After changing the linens, she plopped back under the covers and opted to turn on the television at the foot of her bed. The moving specs of light and subtle background noise helped do the trick as sleep finally bestowed her.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed, maybe an hour or so.
The atmosphere had changed. Laying on her side, the bed felt different. Like another occupant was sharing it.
Bonnie awoke at the discovery of Stefan laying next to her, fully dressed, resting on his back with one arm folded behind his head and a free hand holding the tv remote control. He was complacently watching Nick at Nite.
"What are you doing in my bed?" She voiced groggy and fixing her hair out of her eyes. The tv box was the only thing illuminating the entire room, with the light being too bright.
"Watching Frazier," Stefan answered without looking.
This was weird and intrusive of him.
Bonnie sat up on her elbows and looked at him funny. He even had the audacity to wear his shoes on the bed, which was her biggest pet peeve.
"So you broke into my house," she claimed agitated.
"It's not breaking in when you have an invite." His eyes stayed glued to the television.
"My dad?!" Bonnie questioned, pushing the covers from her body worried and panicked. "I swear if you laid a single hand on him—"
"Or you'll what?" Stefan tested. "Break my arm? Give me one of those infamous headaches?" He would like to see her try.
Her mouth falls agape, looking upset considering his positive. "You swore you wouldn't hurt him," she sounds innocent.
"Plans change, people change," he says. "Don't worry, I wasn't too harsh. Just fed on him and knocked him over the head for compliance reasons."
Bonnie looked like she was about to cry, or something deemed sensitive from his standpoint.
"I'm kidding." Stefan jokes after the long pause, finally allowing her to properly breath. "He's fine. In fact, I can hear him sleeping right now as we speak." He shifts to lay on his side facing her, elbow perched into the bed and resting a hand on the side of his head. "Speaking of collateral damage, come to think of it there is that sweet old lady who lives across the street, all alone of course. Had a nice conversation with her the other day so I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I came and paid her a visit. I believe her name is Mrs. Vanderbilt?..."
Bonnie looks at him in awe as he continues to reflect, "...She has this yapping little white Bichon frise. Cute little fella. Although it would be a shame if I did something you'll later regret."
"Did you just threatened me?" She stares at him crazy, wondering when did they start back at square one.
"I'm pretty sure I threatened your elderly neighbor." He stated bold, peering correct.
"Screw you." Bonnie wipes her cheeks with the back of her hands, clearing her teary eyes.
"We already did that." Stefan looks at her unaffected.
She tried pushing him off the bed, but he's heavy and won't move. It was immature yes, but it was the closest to wanting him somewhere that wasn't next to her.
"Get out of my house." Bonnie groaned, forcing herself to stand on the opposite side of the bed arms folded over chest. She was about to be physically sick. What had she gotten herself into?
"It's because I didn't call?" Stefan stated humored.
They always acted this way after the sex, he anticipated this. He wasn't a chauvinist at heart, but the following was his usual experience. The post-sex clinginess was typically a 95 percent success rate in his little black book.
"Why would I want that." Bonnie corrected, chin high and rubbing her eye. It was a bold-faced lie that sounded like sarcasm. "You disappeared. We had an agreement. I don't know what you're doing out there. You could be hurting people." That really wasn't the point she was driving, she was being a little manipulative herself.
"To be fair, I'd like to fuck again." Stefan stated paramount, balling his fists into the mattress and swinging his feet out of bed onto her side.
Bonnie instinctively backs away when he stands tall. She wasn't sure if that meant right now.
Stefan had to admit, her fretting in a see-thru ivory nightshirt made her very attractive. Maybe Bonnie noticed too, because she was conspicuously covering her breasts.
"I have standards." She told him angry, trying to hide the sullen in her voice.
"Of course you do." He said it like he didn't believe her. "Look, I've been with many women. It's perfectly normal. What you are feeling for me. I'm flattered, truly. You were a great lay." He explains simple.
The thought makes Bonnie jealous. She wonders if Stefan gives all his conquests the same special treatment. As good as his stroke game was, naturally she wouldn't want him to share it with anyone else. But this was beyond embarrassing, was he trying to humiliate her?
"I want you to leave," Bonnie demanded quiet, her voice shrunk losing it's confidence. She was afraid of alerting her father, worried that he would get dragged into this mess. The vampire knows it too.
"We both know that's not going to happen," Stefan ducks his head down to meet her eye-level, looking at her disapproving. "What you are going to do is change clothes. Put on a dress. A sexy one, preferably. And you won't complain about it either…Or I will have to renege on my promise and go see daddy dearest."
Stefan was fast, very fast. She imagined if she used her magic, he could just zoom in and out the room at his leisure. When she seemed to be debating, he prudently tapped the face of his Bvlgari watch telling her the time was running out.
Her father's safety was her top priority so Bonnie marched over to the closet sulking. Whilst Stefan proceeded to sit in the corner chair, folding one leg over the other.
"You don't need to watch." She declared fumed.
"I've seen you naked." He was proud of that.
She snatches off her nightshirt, wearing no bra, just panties. He doesn't react on the outside, but his dick was protesting in his pants. She picks the first dress that comes to mind, doesn't matter what color or type, she just wanted to get the task over with.
"Not that one!" Stefan chimed. "Pick something sluttier."
Bonnie groaned, hanging the rejected dress back. She grabbed an Armani silk teal bias cut midi dress, gifted by her father on last year's birthday that had never been worn. She slides into it feet first, cursing under her breath, and thinking when they get out the house, all bets are off magic-wise.
She grabs some tall flat boots.
"Nope. The heels," Stefan nods at the strappy black ones. "I want to see your legs."
"This has to be a joke. Where are you taking me?!" She griped.
"For a ride." Stefan points to his lap, humping the air twice and biting his bottom lip. "Then dinner. No particular order."
Great. Now there may involve forced sex? Was it bad that she wasn't exactly unhappy to know that it was coming? Apparently not. She doesn't know how to feel about it. Other than the fact that she tried to go to bed early and that didn't pan out well. It was 9:30pm, plenty of places where open late.
"Why not just ask like a normal person?" Bonnie glared at him, angrily stuffing each arm into a cropped moto leather jacket.
"As corny as it sounds, I'm not like other guys." Stefan said cocky.
"Yes because you are worse," she returned.
He quickly ushers her to the door. She reaches for her cell phone on the nightstand, but he beats her to it.
Stefan holds it up in full display. "You don't get to take this," he claims, while carelessly throwing it on the bed and directing her to leave the room.
Stranded with him all night was definitely a bad idea.
Stefan was on Bonnie's tail until they get to the bottom of downstairs. ESPN is still playing on the large flat screen in the other room, along with the sound of her father snoring lazy on the couch. He was a heavy sleeper so it wasn't hard to open and close the front door.
XXX
When Stefan drives, he speeds. Compulsively 30 miles over the highway limit to be exact, with Deep House blasting over XM radio.
Bonnie hunkered down in her seat while he bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic as if he were a professional race car driver. She was afraid they'd get pulled over by the police. And knowing Stefan's unpredictability, she didn't want to find out how he evaded driving tickets without a conscience.
They make it to a posh restaurant in downtown Virginia. Never mind dress code. It didn't feel fair that Bonnie was all glammed up while Stefan was looking casual in a fitted black t-shirt, jeans, and some boots.
"Sir, do you have a reservation?" The uptight maitre'd was not having it. The place was packed, it was one of the more popular spots in town.
Stefan glaringly reached over the podium. "Does it look like I have a reservation?!" He stated smart.
The poor man was confused until Stefan compelled him to get them their very best table in the house asap.
Bonnie went thru the motions. She wasn't hungry despite all the fine red wine, filet mignon and scallops that sat in front of her. She ate it for the sake of doing so.
"I've been thinking about us." Stefan wipes his mouth with a clean napkin before swallowing his food.
"Whatever it is, I'm not interested." She recoiled, clearly still pissed.
"I think it's about time we make it official." He's cutting his steak exceptionally neat, displaying upper crust table manners, almost making Stefan unrecognizable.
"Like dating official?!" She deadpans. "The answer is no." She had more dignity than that, at least at face value.
Stefan half-smirks, he wasn't about to be patient anymore. "How do you think Elena will feel when she finds out about us and the dirty little things I did to you? Should I tell her about the time I licked your pussy and describe how you liked it?!" He asked.
Bonnie was petrified, everyone in proximity could practically hear Stefan's carrying voice. A handful of middle-aged couples stared at their table astonished, and revolted. He didn't care, no surprise there.
"You wouldn't dare." She was wide-eyed. It felt like betrayal, she was still young. Friendships meant a lot to her.
"The damage is already done." He countered. "I think we owe it to ourselves to be honest now. I just can't see myself living a lie anymore." He was being an obvious ass.
"I will not let you use me anymore than you already have." She leaned over the table driving her fork into the surface. To someone from the outside looking in, you would swear that they were disturbed arguing newlyweds just shooting the breeze.
"Our transactions have been fair…mostly." He points. "I get your blood, you get to be a martyr. Everybody's happy."
His words felt patronizing. However, eventually it would get out. Two out of three already knew. But that wasn't her concern, it was the false proposition that bothered her most.
"I won't be your girlfriend Stefan. Not if its ingenuine. I refuse to be someone's place holder." Bonnie peers at him solid, projecting her thoughts.
Stefan looked beside himself. "Who says it's not real? I just want the world to know how I feel about you. Is that such a bad thing?" He looks at her head tilted.
She could stab him with a butter knife right now. Bonnie patted the space above her forehead trying to control herself, feeling publicly embarrassed and put on the spot.
"You're gaslighting me," she says.
"You're not fake. I admire that about you. You lay it all out on the table. I can respect that." Stefan points his dinner fork at her, congratulatory. It was actually refreshing in comparison to the treachery that had marked his heart, barring it closed from most women.
"Don't bait me with flattery, it won't work," she told.
"I won't need bait if we're being honest here," he breaks to stare at her.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Bonnie was baffled. The rationale made no sense brining her back to her original circle of thoughts. Stefan seemed to be content on choosing to drag her name thru the mud, and making her downright enjoy it along the way.
"Because I like you." Stefan says, looking endearing but sounding faux-paux. Whether that was true or not didn't seem to matter now.
Bonnie's eyes welt at the feel of Stefan's hand moving up her skirt, massaging her thigh underneath the table.
"I also would like to do that thing to you. What we talked about earlier." Stefan peered at her unashamed, no tact whatsoever.
Now it felt like the whole damn restaurant was watching.
She had to look the other way, somewhere that wasn't his face. He was strikingly handsome but menacing, up to no good.
Bonnie grabbed a hold of her untouched wine and furiously gulped it down. She wasn't a drinker either, but she needed some liquid courage to put up with the progression of events.
His candid gaze drops to her neck and it stays there longer than usual making her feel wide-open, exposed. She's not sure what to say next. It's all too complicated—her feelings, his persistence.
"You have to go to the bathroom." Stefan says finite an looking at his half-empty plate. He hated putting up the façade of eating unsatisfactory food.
"No I don't." Bonnie shook her head overwrought, and clutching her glass.
Stefan leisurely took his crisp napkin off his lap and gently dropped it onto the table. "Yes you do," he wasn't asking, but telling.
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Bonnie almost tripped over the carpet on her way to the unisex bathroom, which was on the far end down the hall. There was ridiculous mood lighting all over the place making it practically dark everywhere she walked.
Maybe she had too much wine. Her anxiety was shooting out the roof from knowing Stefan wanted his hands all over her. Or was it his fangs? It was hard to keep up.
Alcohol numbs the nerves, so hopefully it won't hurt as much this time.
She washed her hands and thought about what awaited her on the other side of the door, in a public bathroom nonetheless. He didn't even have to threaten the waitstaff for her to go along with the plan. She was beating herself up about it too.
It only took him less than five minutes to find her.
At the drop of a hat, Stefan changes his mind. "I think we should go somewhere a little more private, don't-cha think?!" He said, looping her arm in his and dragging her around. It's not like he was asking permission, but she wasn't denying either.
Bonnie thought about the many scenarios that could play out. She could escape, run back home, but then she'd have to improvise a plan that would involve putting up a successful fight. And at the risk of getting someone innocent wounded or worse, killed. There was also the risk of exposing her magic and potentially losing control of it.
Fighting against the odds gets tiring after a while. It's overrated trying to be heroic 24/7, no one is that perfect. Not even she. It was much easier to just go with the flow.
Stefan's jaw was sharp and his ocean colored eyes were pensive, soft, trusting—despite the occasional sarcasm that would come out of his mouth. His exterior was friendly and familiar. Even if the night was marginally a charade, it was an escape from the mundane, the experience was frightening as much as it was exhilarating.
The restaurant also serviced an all-inclusive luxury hotel accessed thru the downstairs lobby. Money didn't seem to be an issue when Stefan threw his AMEX Gold credit card on the marble counter at the concierge desk. He requested the King suite on the 12th floor with unlimited room service.
Now was the time to be nervous. You didn't go to hotels with men unless other deviant things ensued.
They're standing inside the contraption that takes them to the top floor where the ride up feels like forever.
"You do realize I have school tomorrow." She complained.
Bonnie was feeling hot and taking off her moto jacket as if she had one too many. It was the drinking for sure. She freely threw it at Stefan to keep and hold, where he happily obliged.
"We are two consenting individuals. There's no need to bullshit me." He says it comforting, to get her guard down. It's hard to tell if this was the real brutally honest Stefan, or his covert way of manipulation.
"And you dragged me all the way here just to tell me that?" She stares at him plainly.
He drags her by the forearm as they exit the elevator and head to the double door room that has its own private floor.
"No I brought you here to talk about our feelings." He says sardonic and straight faced.
"Asshole." She spit fires.
He enters the card key and waits for her to go in first.
Across the way is a sunken living space with ceiling to floor pane glass windows that overlook the view of the nighttime city. The king size bed has its own area. It's covered in all white high thread count sheets.
"I don't know what you want from me." She does an about face, ignoring the glitz and glam surrounding them.
Her will weakens, cunt starting to quake now that they are trapped in an intimate space. Because it didn't make sense. A year ago, they were strangers who barely spoke, with her unnamed friend being the common denominator to their association.
Stefan began herding Bonnie further into the room, he throws her jacket somewhere random without taking his eyes off her. Suddenly his presence is overbearing, predatory. He's not forcing himself on her in anyway, but his ostentatious body language suggested he knew where he stood in the situation.
"What I want is for you to turn around." He couldn't be more serious.
"Huh?" She certainly wasn't expecting his crass.
"Do it." He's stern.
She lets out a long sigh and her body complies for reasons she can't comprehend. Her feet hurt from wearing those damn heels all night.
"Bend over." Stefan demanded. "Right against that desk."
It feels absurd, the simplicity of what he's asking, that he wants it done his way or no way at all.
Her hands reach the desk.
Bonnie thinks about giving him an aneurysm, then her breath hitches when the feel of her dress is pushed upward and his pants ridden erection comes in contact with her bottom.
"Have you ever heard of that saying, face down ass up?" Stefan asked above her ear.
Her eyes roll despite her intrigue. "I wasn't born yesterday," Bonnie piped.
"Show me." He commands. As if she wasn't doing it fast enough, he uses one hand to guide her to bend some more, desirably to lay chest first onto the tabletop.
"Spread your legs." Stefan kicked her foot unforeseen to make them open to his liking. He's capturing the view of her short height beneath him, appreciating her natural curves in that silk dress.
Bonnie's never done this before, it's quite obvious. She's never been forced into what felt like a degrading position. It felt juvenile at first.
Stefan wastes no time dallying and gets down on one knee. His mellow touch starts at her ankles, moving them sinuously, slowing sliding their way up her calves and thighs. Reaching until his fingers hook onto her panties.
"Do me a favor?" He begins pulling the small fabric down her legs.
"What is it now?!" She's about to freak, feeling the exposed air between her naked thighs.
"Moan for me."
The abruptness of his tongue slides against her pussy, splitting her folds. He's rotating it in confined circles, taking back all that was bad. It never occurred to her that Stefan would desirably eat her out from behind. Bonnie curses, crouches over and claws the desk, mouth open in shock at the careful delicacy of his movements.
His tongue works her cunt without stop. She reaches around to grab a fist full of his thick sandy brown hair, encouraging his face to go deeper. Stefan hummed baritone between her legs, cocky and righthandedly slaps her ass for good measure. It pans out exactly as he expected. Bonnie was a darling, cooperative and moaning his name just right.
"Stefan I'm cumming." She whined eyes screwed shut. Already.
"Not yet." He commanded. His mouth had quit moving, aggravating her to the bone.
"Why'd you stop?!" Bonnie could hit him right now. Her walls ached a dull pain from the unforeseen halt.
He's busy thumbing her wet clit, careful and observing how her body responds.
"La tua figa adesso è mia. Appartiene a me e solo a me. Quindi non cum finché non dico che puoi. Fatto?!" (Your pussy is mine now. It belongs to me and me only. So you don't cum until I say you can. Got it?!). His Italian accent comes out natural, seductive, making his voice deeper than usual. She thinks this is how Stefan's naïve tongue is supposed to sound, he had masked it very well with a learned American dialect. This side of him seemed to come out seldom, saved for special rainy days like this one.
She grunts an answer. It doesn't matter that she didn't understand a word he just said. She just knows by the tone of his voice, it's a form of discipline. That he was telling her what to do. To be submissive for him.
Bonnie hated that he was so scarce and conceited with his sex, making her yearn and beg for it. Yet it was what made Stefan ten times more attractive. She never wanted something so bad as his sweet pecking against her folds just as it was seconds ago. He did it so sensual, as if he cared about her and would offer her the world on his shoulders.
"You want my tongue or my cock?" He asked, even and controlled. She looks back at him while he does the same.
"Both."
"That's what I thought." He suctions her cunt with his entire mouth making her quiver and swear once more, her fists balled against the table wishing she could bite down on something.
As much as he liked the taste of her, he was ready for his prize.
Stefan stands up, unzips his jeans. He directs Bonnie to lean upright so he can reach her sweet lips, angling her head to face him, kissing her pout tender and slow making it feel like intimacy. Even in such a position of vulnerability, it did not cross her mind that Stefan could nimbly choke her silly and she wouldn't care. She wanted that orgasm. She told herself she deserved it.
Stefan pulls back gradual, penetrating her eyes with an intense half-lidded stare. "Are you ready for my cock?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?!"
"Yes please." She clamored frustrated.
"Brava ragazza" (Good girl).
His free hand braces her lower back, with his thumb pressing into the spine to keep her stationary. He adjusts the stance of his height to comfortably meet her bottom as she stays bent over. Her dress is hiked all the way up. He didn't bother with taking off clothes, that would ruin the moment.
He holds the base of his erection, sliding the tip up and down against her slit to spread her wetness, giving her an idea of what he feels like.
Bonnie can't move, Stefan's weight is masculine and heavy, pinning her entirely against the desk surface. The anticipation is suffocating, for she knows the first penetration will be a mix of pain and ecstasy.
He sinks himself gradual, taking her from behind until their breathy moans mutually fill the room, finally alleviating their need to feel one another.
"Lo senti?" (Do you feel that?) He moaned guttural, pumping into her primal.
She felt all of his girth, and his desire.
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A/N: If you are wondering about the validity of Stefan's affections for Bonnie, the answers can be found in the early chapters (in small hints if you will). How this plays into Klaus's compulsion will be revealed in the coming chapter(s). What do you ya'll think of the Italian bit? I pray this translate is mostly accurate. First off, the show failed Stefan's character in so many ways: 1) Abandoning the Salvatore Italian heritage and never discussing it, like ever 2) Emasculating him after Elena cheated, he proceeds to be buddy-buddy with her afterwards like nothing ever happened. Even when her and Damon practically throw their cheap sex in his face every chance they get. Effin disgrace. 3) We didn't get enough ripper Stefan. I'm trying to write him from a point where his humanity switch is actually off. Please bear with me as I try to create wit out of thin air.