AN: I ain't even gonna hold y'all...this is yet another PWP. I just really like Bon/Kai/Nora- they're my OT3 and I wanted them to bone. Also, I wanted to see Kai get pegged again, so you'll have that to look forward to. Anyway...

"That's not fair!" Nora whines, stomping her foot on the ground childishly, "I want a toyboy!"

They're at a bar and the heretic is doing her absolute best to get as plastered as she can. Which, given her undead metabolism, is taking longer than she'd like. Getting shit-faced when you're a vampire takes effort, but Nora is giving it her all.

Bonnie doesn't mind though, Nora is always so prim, proper, and neatly put together- it's nice to see her unwind and live a little, enjoy the things the 21st century has to offer. Jager bombs and Irish Trash Cans included.

What she's less keen on is Nora also, trying her absolute best to convince Bonnie into having a "toyboy" of their very own.

"It's Boy toy, Nore," Bonnie gently corrects from the adjacent stool.

Earlier that month, at this very same bar, while Bonnie was in the little girl's room, some drunken tech bro had informed her girlfriend about the concept of, 'boy toys', 'himbos', and 'fuck boys' and all the nuances therein. The conversation only even happened because he was trying to score and was unaware of Nora being a lesbian and she only let him continue because she was curious, (also for the free drink, which she gave to Bonnie anyway). Not having much experience dating men, or this side of the 21st century for that matter, she was unaware of the terms.

When Bonnie returned from the facilities to find some drunken Elon Musk wannabe chatting up her girl, she merely raised her eyebrow at the scene before her.

Nora shoved the drink in her hand and excitedly shared what she learned while he stood by confused until she kindly thanked him for the lesson then (not so kindly) told him to get lost.

For the last several weeks she has been on this kick- asking Bonnie why they can't have a 'toy boy' of their very own.

At first, it was kind of cute, but that only lasted a short while before becoming annoying. Now, Bonnie wishes the douchebag had let her lady remain oblivious. If she were feeling a little more Evanora and a little less Glinda, she'd hex them to the moon and back.

Which brings them up to speed and back to the present- where Nora is still set on trying to convince her.

"Whatever, boy toy, toyboy- I want one, I deserve one! Don't you think so, love?"

The look her lover directs her way is nothing short of pleading. Her puppy-dog inspired face is cute, but cute as it is, it won't work.

Bonnie only stares at her.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, dear, I'm thinking about you too, of course. Naturally, our toy would be for you to play with as much as you wanted." Gone are the puppy dog eyes, replaced by her usual cool expression as she reaches for the little glass on the bar in front of her.

She knocks back the shot in her hand like a pro and doesn't even grit at the burn. Perks of being a vampire. Bonnie loves being alive and loves being a witch, but while magic does many things, protecting her against the burn of Whiskey is not one of them. Damon says that's what makes it enjoyable, but what the fuck does Damon know?

When the amber liquid disappears down the hatch, the vampire scoots forward on her barstool until she's pressed against the other witch, "Just think about it," Nora says cheek nestled against Bonnie's as she stares into the space around them, "our very own pet!"

The other girl practically squeals and Bonnie fears what she first thought was a passing interest is something her sweetheart truly wants.

She's surprised to see the Gemini witch so animatedly talking about men- normally she ignores them altogether. Bonnie has much more experience with men between the two of them, but she is pansexual where Nora has always identified strictly as a lesbian.

Her request for them to add another to their relationship in this capacity is less surprising. They've had threesomes before, but not with anyone they knew that well...okay, except for those couple times with Nora's ex, Mary Louise, before she moved back to the West Coast, but that was a while ago.

Also, the chick from Bonnie's pottery class they occasionally fool around with.

Okay, and the new instructor from the twerk class Bonnie used to teach at the gym, but that's it.

Plus, those are all occasional play partners. They got together now and then, but the other people weren't in their relationship. Occasional flings weren't the same thing as getting involved. As fun as it is, scissoring the new dance teacher every third Wednesday of the month, does not a lover make.

She hadn't ever considered the idea of having a 'pet' or 'toy' before. It's not that they don't have prospects, even apart from their list of occasional bedmates, The pair of them are gorgeous, they can easily find someone. Attracting prospects is the easy part, finding someone up to their standards on the other hand...

"When you say 'boy' are we talking like cis men? Or is 'boy' gender-neutral in this case? 'Cus that's gonna limit our options..."

Her gal pal seems to be having an 'aha' moment; she must already have somebody in mind.

"And I already know just the boy," she stands with her back to Bonnie.

Well, that confirms it.

If this were a television show a small light bulb would have appeared above her head. She turns around and her face shows clearly that she has just had what she believes is a stellar idea. Bonnie braces herself and tries not to let it show.

"Someone tall, about yea high," she gestures almost a foot above her own head.

"Nice hands, sturdy frame, deep grey eyes…"

That rules out the dance instructor and most of who she thought, it also confirms her gender question from earlier.

"Boyish playful attitude, scrappy brown hair, square jaw..."

And there go all the rest of their play partners, who the hell is she talking about?

"What are you even talking about? And if it's not someone we've already been with, who could you…" her sentence trails off as she realizes exactly who would be up for this and exactly who Nora is speaking of.

"Oh no, oh hell no, there is no way on earth that you're talking about who I think you're talking about."

The vampire dances in her seat and Bonnie has to resist the urge to flag the bartender and order her weight in tequila (or vodka, whichever's cheaper, she's not picky).

Mother fucking Kai Parker.

2 weeks later

"Yeah, sure, I'll be your boy toy," he smiles good-naturedly at the pair of women sitting across from him and, if Bonnie didn't know better, she'd call it harmless.

How Nora managed to convince her is a mystery, she thinks it probably had something to do with her methods of persuasion. Bonnie's obstinate personality is no match for Nora's prowess as a Top. Her girl has quite a way of convincing her into things when she really wants them.

Right now, they're at a cafe just outside Mystic Falls. For some reason, they figured breakfast would be the best time to sort out the details of their potential arrangement. Kai took them up on it because the prospect of food and Bonnie in one place was too much for him to resist, despite how poorly it had worked out for him the last time.

Bonnie is sitting at a small table next to Nora and across from Kai, a half-eaten sandwich sits on the plate in front of her. It's good, delicious really, but as soon as her former prison mate came waltzing in, looking smug and cocky as ever, she suddenly lost her appetite.

His folded hands rest on the arms of the chair and his feet swish back and forth as he looks up, trademark smirk plastered on his face, "I've gotta ask though, what's in it for me?"

Bonnie's face drops and her eyes bug out, looking at him incredulously, "You mean...besides all the group sex?"

"You want me to be your personal fuck puppet at your beck and call 24/7, yea I got that, and really ladies, I am grateful to be in the running, but it sounds like this little setup is all about the two of you and what you want. I'm asking about me," he ends with a smile. Kai adds emphasis by leaning back and settling his hands against his stomach as he looks up at the couple expectantly.

This fucking creep.

Of course, he can't just accept their terms, of course, he wants more than what's being offered.

"What more exactly do you want Kai?"

If he hears the exasperation in her voice, he ignores it, sounding almost nervous when next he speaks, "Will I get to…" he adjusts his position until he's sitting upright and facing them again, "um- will I get to be with you separately too?" She looks to his lap and sees him wringing his hands.

So, he definitely is nervous.

Kai Parker- perpetually ego-driven, loudmouthed, big-headed, know-it-all - and she caught him slipping; imagine that.

She smirks to herself, but it doesn't last. His eyes land on hers, and she pretends not to be annoyed by how transparent he is about all this, "Or only together?" he asks, eyes back to viewing them as a pair.

The fucker even has the nerve to look sheepish, but it soon gives way to his usual conceit, "I am totally game, I don't have any stipulations- beggars can't be choosers, and all that, but I would like to... have some solo time with you too. Sucks always being the third wheel, you know?"

Bonnie wants to be shocked, say something like, 'I can't believe this,' and shake her head, but that's the thing, she totally can believe it, because this is totally like Kai. If anything, she's pissed at herself for not expecting exactly this sort of stunt from him.

"Say, who are the other contenders? It won't matter of course, because I always win, but it would be nice to know."

"This isn't some relay," Nora snaps, "and who else we might consider has nothing to do with you, why can't you ask a more relevant question? This is bloody ridiculous."

"I just want to know who I'm up against, you know, scope out the competition."

Bonnie pinches the bridge of her nose and wills herself to calm down and ignore his antics. He's only trying to rile her up and she doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know it's working.

"What? Is it a crime to want to know who I'm competing with? I think that's a normal question, given the circumstances..."

"Kai, listen to me-"

"Oh, oh, no wait, don't tell me! Let me guess! Uh... the officer, blockhead looking, baby blues, what's his name?" He gesticulates wildly and snaps when he lands on what he thinks is the right name, "Maddy? Mattias? You know, the cop!"

Nora scoffs and Bonnie answers, "His name is Matt and he's not my type, he's just a good friend."

Kai only shrugs sympathetically, "Ooo, sorry to Deputy Dink, he seems like too much of a square for this anyway. He's probably got a lot of evidence forging and civilian harassing to do anyway."

"Stop. Talking."

She's had just about enough of his shit. Why can't he ever just be quiet?

"What about Klaus? I bet the Originals have great stamina, do you think being a hybrid makes him better in bed? He's pretty moody though, seems kind of like a diva if you ask me. What about Elijah? But he's so uptight, I bet he doesn't even eat-"

"Stop listing-"

"What about Lockwood? I think him and my sister are on a break. I didn't take you for a dog fucker, but I'm secure enough in my masculinity to admit that Tyler is a looker. I wonder if he prefers doggy style- it would be fitting, you know? On account of him being-"

"Gross! Not Tyler either! Shut up!"

He doesn't.

"Wait...don't tell me, Jeremy? You're ex? Bon, that's messy, even for you."

That catches her off guard and she can't help but respond, "What's that supposed to mean?"

She's offended.

Messy? She's not messy- sure, she's seen, and been directly involved in, her fair share of chaos that is the revolving door of Mystic Falls drama and bullshit, but she's not messy.

Who the hell does he think he is? She wants to give him a piece of her mind, but Kai, man child that he is, has already moved past it, "So, it's down to me and the older Salvatore then, eh?"

He has the attention span of a literal goldfish.

"Why are you assuming Damon is in this? He was never in the running."

"Aha! You admit it! There is a list, and I'm at the top!"

"What? No- that's not what I said, I just asked why you brought up Damon-"

"So, it's Stefan? I'm not really into blondes, but hey I get it. He's got the whole mysterious and brooding thing going on, that chicks dig," he winks obnoxiously as he chews open-mouthed.

"Would you shut the hell up?!"

Still, he doesn't.

"Okay, so just me and Damon then, huh? That's cool, I'm confident I can win against Nosferatu."

"I just told you Damon was never part of this, wait, who?"

"Nosferatu? The iconic vampire from the 1922 movie of the same name? Because Damon is ancient? And a vampire? It's a classic, come on Bonster, keep up."

He then makes a face at Nora as if to say, 'How can she now know these things?'

She ignores it and sinks into her chair. Each passing second makes her want to hide from the unfolding consequences of her draft pick.

Bonnie exhales loudly and tries her best to get through the moment.

She circles back to where they left off before they got sidetracked, or rather before he sidetracked them. He was not so slyly asking about solo sex with her.

Since he wants to have sex one-on-one, she decides to make him reveal himself, everyone here knows he isn't talking about sidling up to her girlfriend. They may as well lay it all bare, "And I presume you'll want alone time with Nora too then? You know, to ease all your boredom? Like you said, it sucks being the third wheel, right?"

The Gemini witches look at each other one degree shy of disgust, though it falls disproportionately on Nora's part. Which is funny considering this whole thing was basically her idea. Bonnie's almost as pissed off at her as she is at Malachai.

"Ugh, ew," the elder sneers before returning to filing her nails, as if she can't be bothered to contribute anything more.

The smug freak doesn't even look phased by the insult. In fact, she's pretty sure he's smiling wider than before.

Why had she ever thought this would be a good idea?

"Nordy and I are better suited as coven members than anything more, I'm afraid."

"Malachai is right, I'm fear the prospect of us without you is not nearly as interesting to me as the prospect of us as a group, as our toy, specifically. I was envisioning telling him what to do, not doing him myself. I suppose I could be open to it though, depending on how well he performs during the group activities."

He leans over and looks her body up and down, "I mean, I could still show her a good time. I definitely wouldn't kick her out of bed," and he shrugs before his grin cracks open wider than before, "But if Nora won't have me that's alright. Stallion that I am, pleasing two ladies separately is still hard work, I'm sure I'll need a break after all the time I spend with you, anyway," he winks and pops a chunk of blueberry streusel muffin into his mouth.

His crass mouth that seems perpetually occupied, eating, or talking, or taunting, or...

All of a sudden, she feels a pulling in her gut, the tell-tale sensation of hunger. Somehow, despite his antics, the man has still managed to stoke her appetite. Whether it's for the muffin or something more she doesn't want to consider.

She's about to power through and ignore it but then she notices that her face feels hot, is she... blushing?

No way, what the fuck? She hates Kai, what is this? What the hell is going on?

She's suddenly inordinately angry, angrier than she was mere moments ago when he said it and she doesn't know quite what to make of it.

Bonnie opens her mouth to shut him down, but Nora is quicker, "That's …negotiable."

She only means it to appease him for the moment- the only negotiations she'll be doing are with her partner right after this.

But it was the wrong thing to say.

Bonnie looks at the girl beside her and scoffs, "Negotiable? You must be talking about yourself because there's literally no way in hell-"

"Aww, what's wrong, Bonnie-kins? You don't want to take a ride on Cobra Kai 94? We could make a terrible twosome- I promise I'll make it worth your while," he winks and grins wider.

"You know what? I'm outta here," Bonnie says as she rises from the table and heads for the door, neglecting to bring any of her belongings with her.

"Must you always be such a pest, Malachai?" Nora asks cynically while her eyes chastise him for making the situation worse. She has half a mind to hex him where he stands...er sits, but he's not her priority right now and besides the coffee shop is crammed with onlookers. The last thing she wants is to make things worse by causing a scene and involving mundanes.

The younger heretic only shrugs his shoulders, "Was it something I said?" He asks rhetorically as Nora chases her retreating girlfriend outside. He watches from through the glass window and reaches over the table to help himself to what's left of Bonnie's breakfast sandwich.

"Bonnie, my love, are you okay?"

"Negotiable? You told him being with me is negotiable? Are you kidding me, Nora? Do you even know how that sounds? Did you even think about what you were saying?!" She's fuming and her shoulders heave with her anger- her boundaries are her own, not for her girlfriend to steamroll over for a man- she's as hurt as she is surprised.

"You left me to do all the heavy lifting back there! This was your idea and you just sat there and left me to deal with that weasel and you know how I feel about him!"

"Bonnie, I let you talk because I know how you feel, that's why I tried not to cut in, you're the one who claims to hate him so much, so I let you lead!"

"Well, funny how that worked out, huh? If you want to fuck him by yourself then by my goddamned guest, but where do you get off offering me up like I'm some dinner platter? We never agreed to that, why would you say it?"

Nora closes her eyes and resists the urge to be defensive- she knows she's wrong and she understands Bonnie's upset, "No," she responds simply, "I didn't."

"No, 'you didn't' what? Are you really going to deny-"

"Please, that's not what I'm saying, love," she gently interjects and lightly takes hold of Bonnie's hand, when Bonnie doesn't pull back, she takes it as a good sign and attempts to explain herself before the situation spirals even more.

"I mean- you're right- I didn't think about it, I just ...I wanted to say something, and I spoke without thinking, I apologize."

Bonnie continues to look at Nora and her companion tentatively comes even closer, "I said that to get him to be silent. I knew what he was getting at, and I thought if I told him what he wanted to hear it would make this easier to deal with, I only wanted to placate him- but I was wrong. It's not my place to say what you will or won't do. I know you and Kai have such a... complicated history…"

As she says the word 'complicated' her entire body looks like it's deflating.

It's fitting, Bonnie also feels deflated whenever she thinks about the relationship, or whatever the fuck it can be called, between her and Malachai.

After collecting her thoughts, Nora finishes, "I'd never want to draw out that ache, my love. I wish I could spare you from anything that pains you."

She draws closer to Bonnie and reaches out gently to her shoulder to see if she'll receive her touch. Whether or not Bonnie will accept her comfort is a good litmus test for how upset she is. Holding her hand was one thing but allowing herself to be embraced is a bigger hurdle. Nora just wants to know where they stand.

Gently she uses the hand holding Bonnie's to rub soothing circles as she trails higher up her arm. With the other, she strokes up from Bonnie's shoulder to cradle her neck, and then her face, in the palm of her hand.

After searching her face, finally, she feels her girlfriend lean into her open palm.

Bonnie is wary, but the fight is leaving her eyes by the second and she leans closer to Nora as she fondly strokes her cheek, "I know how far you've come since...everything and I'm proud of you for it...but I also know you feel something for him. Something more than you let even yourself acknowledge, but I see it, Bonnie."

Bonnie tips her head to look upwards and Nora uses her finger to tilt Bonnie's chin towards her even more, "I didn't mean to make you upset; I want what you want. I admit I do want Malachai as my cute little love slave, but I also think it could be an opportunity for you to sort out your feelings for him."

She looks earnestly down into Bonnie's eyes so she can feel her sincerity, "I need you to know I understand that's no excuse. I won't do it again- I apologize."

There is a pause where their eyes are locked on and they communicate with each other silently. Bonnie then hugs closer and lays against the fabric of her soft winter jacket, "You better not biatch, or next time I'll fry your eyeballs."

"Ahhh, now there's my little witch," Nora says, squeezing Bonnie back.

"Ugh, why do you always call me that? Hello? You're a witch too, Nore."

"Yes, but I'm not little, now am I? You're my little witch, and I'm your big witch."

"Shut up."

"What was that? I can't quite hear you from down there, in the land of munchkins, you'll have to speak up, little one."

Bonnie grumbles and rolls her eyes, "Yea, yea, laugh it up, Sasquatch."

The big witch makes a growling sound, presumably imitating what she imagines BigFoot sounds like. To anyone else, it probably looks cringy, but to Bonnie, it's adorably sweet and she gets on her tiptoes and presses her lips to Nora's to let her know they're okay.

They kiss until both are satisfied that the other feels reassured. It's a tender moment between them and Bonnie has to pull away, lest she gets caught up in the rapture of it all. When the kiss is over Bonnie leans her forehead against Nora's chest and stays that way for several moments, not caring who might be seeing all their PDA.

The lovebirds finally untangle from each other when Bonnie speaks up and breaks the settled silence, "Also, I do NOT have feelings for Kai Parker- why is everyone always saying that? You, Caroline, Lucy, Mary Louise, even Vincent…"

"You ever think maybe the lot of us are onto something, my dear?"

"No way, I already told you, I feel absolutely nothing at all for him, less than nothing! He's irrelevant to me!"

"Hmmm, the lady doth protest too much methinks."

"What does that even mean?"

The brit looks down apologetically, "We'll have to read Shakespeare together sometime, or you can let me read to you. It would be romantic."

What does the dead playwright have to do with her weird British idioms?

"Listen, I really want to be on board for this but he's just so insufferable, isn't there anyone else we know? What about Dam-"

"Ew! Bonnie Bennett so help me God don't you dare even think of finishing that sentence! I'd sooner remove my own left eye with nothing but a plastic eating-utensil and a chewed piece of bubblegum than get intimate with Lily's insolent, entitled, worthless, little brat- "

"Ok, ok, I get it, sorry I said anything!" she laughs.

The moment wanes back to the silent tension from before, "You promised you'd try," Nora softly reminds as she entwines her hands with Bonnies.

"I did try Nora, but I hate the guy- you know that. There's too much bad blood between us," but even as she says it, she knows it's not true, at least not entirely.

Yes- to say she and Kai had a fraught history was putting it mildly- but Nora was right. If she's honest with herself and digs deep, she can admit she does feel...something for him.

Sometimes her lover's scrutiny scares her.

Then again, Nora is a witch- perception is her forte per their nature. As different as Gemini magic is from Bennett magic, all witches are plugged into the natural world around them. Regardless of their individual gifts or skillset, they are blessed with intuition and keenness, it's their connection to everything.

"That's part of the fun! Some great lesbian co-domme hate sex with the powerful hottie warlock you can't stand! A warlock you once told me was the hottest of all other gents we know in Mystic Falls."

When Bonnie tries to sneak around her, Nora boxes her in and continues, "I think you said, 'I wouldn't kick him out of bed,' and, 'He could get it if he weren't so damn annoying,' she mimics in her best drunk Bonnie impression.

"-or maybe you said 'sociopathic' I can't recall, I was a bit preoccupied with cleaning you up if I remember correctly."

Nora mutters to herself, still trying to imitate her partner's drunken drawl, when something occurs to her, "You know, it's funny because back inside Malachai used that exact same line. You two have so much in common, you're eerily similar."

"No, we don't, and no we aren't. Plus, I told you that in drunken confidence! Also, my voice doesn't sound like that!"

"And I haven't told anyone else! I'm merely pointing out some similarities. And, I may have embellished a teensy bit, but I think I'd know what your voice sounds like when you're drunk off your arse, darling."

Bonnie jabs her in the ribs so Nora laughs and tickles Bonnie back.

When Bonnie doubles over in laughter she wraps her arms around her middle and tries to protect her sides from Nora's skittering fingers.

Eventually, one girl is practically bent over the other as they tickle-fight in broad daylight. Nora emerges as the victor, and upon said victory, whispers sweetly into Bonnie's ear, "Besides, I don't think the blood is that bad, think of how gloriously kinky it could be."

She tucks herself closer against the shorter girl and leans her cheek on top of Bonnie's head tenderly, running soothingly up and down her back, "Listen, I never want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, the last thing I want to do is pressure you. We can think about it more later, or not. Let's just go home."

"Wait, right now? But he's still inside...with all our stuff."

"So what? We were always planning on torturing him, right? Why can't we ditch? What's he gonna do? Hex us? Plus," she waves her fingers through the air until her purse and Bonnie's backpack appear in her hand, "we're witches."

"Hey what about my breakfast sandwich? I wanted to finish it," Bonnie whines as she leans back to look through the window.

"The one you left in there? With Malachai? Oh, my love, as you Yanks say, I think that ship has sailed."

The Bennett witch sighs, realizing her mistake. The fool probably ate it no sooner than she'd disappeared out of the restaurant, "Fair point."

"It's alright," her lover consoles, "I'll make you all the breakfast sandwiches your pretty little heart desires when we get home."

Bonnie smiles and links arms with Nora as she retrieves the car keys they walk off in the direction of where they parked, "You're my favorite big witch of all."

"I had better be."

AN: I'm not sure how long this will be at this point. I think initially I wanted it to be a cute little three-parter, but now I'm kind of feeling like I should have some fun with it. I am really enjoying writing Nora, gay bonnie is fun too.

Let me know what you think, kind reviews are always appreciated!