A/N: Hiya! Thank you for the lovely reviews last chapter invoked. This chapter is relatively short because I haven't been, mentally, in a place to write for a while. I'd like to speak candidly about whether I will be finishing any of my ongoing fics, but I'll wait. Happy reading!


||Bonnie||

I had a problem and I hoped it was about to be solved.

He came up behind me, warm fingers slid beneath my shirt touching me in that sliver of space between waist and hips. I straightened from my half-bent position, neck tilting instinctively waiting for the gentle press of his mouth on my throat.

"What are you thinking right now?" Stefan bit my earlobe.

My core throbbed and clenched, and my poor hyperactive clit jumped like a gotdamn dick. "Something illicit that you could possibly help me out with."

Air hissed through Stefan's teeth and he groaned, "I could but," his hands distracted me, seemed to have distracted us both as they dipped lower, resting firmly on my hips. His thumbs teased the cleft of my ass, "I don't have much restraint left, Bonnie."

Mine was all gone. I brazenly flattened my backside against his rigid groin. My eyes crossed; his fingers dug deeper into my flesh and it was all I could do not to pounce.

I had seen Stefan's bulge on numerous occasions through the fabric of his basketball shorts, sweat pants, and when he wore his jeans extra tight. It was one thing seeing it and fantasizing about its weight in your hands, its girth in your mouth, its hardness in your pussy. Feeling it notched between your ass was a literal cock tease of epic proportions. And made me want it even more.

Now I was restraining myself not to force his hands where I wanted to be touched. I wanted him to do it on his own accord, because a willing participant is always better.

To my total surprise, Stefan bent me completely over the bed, his thighs flushed against my hamstrings. I arched my back and now my pussy was on his bulge.

"Shit," we cursed within beats of one another.

Teeth gouged my bottom lip at the exquisite, toe-curling sensation that quadrupled once Stefan trailed a hand down the center of my spine.

"Ummm," was the sound born out of my diaphragm the second my roomie firmly squeezed the fattest part of my physique.

I wasn't given long to enjoy it before I was flipped to my back, cold sheets welcoming me.

He's between my legs, was the center most thought I had. My thighs brushed along his ribs, mindful of the ones that were bruised earlier tonight. Heat arrowed from nipples to clit as Stefan fell forward and loomed above me. His balled fists dug into the mattress on both sides of my head while his deep-set gaze bored into me with the kind of intensity that could melt metal.

There weren't many times I felt intimidated by Stefan. When he curled in on himself to brood like an agitated wolf, I knew to give him a wide berth though he wasn't known to lash out verbally. He could slice your aorta with a single look and that would be enough for some. When that muscle in his sculpted jaw began thumping he was pissed. That thumping muscle took on a new meaning for me at this precise moment. He was horny. Very much so.

"Where do you want me to kiss you next?" His words were his tongue dragging across my hot spots, and my stomach fluttered at the question.

"The place where you find me the most beautiful."

A smile teased his lips which were plumper and pinker.

"Here?" Stefan inched my shirt up exposing my belly. "Or here?" He hooked his pointer in the elastic band of my leggings and pulled, but made no real effort to peel them down. "No, right here," he voiced in a husky timbre. His thumbs brushed across my lashes prompting me to shut my eyes and then his lips were on them. "There. That's where I find you the most beautiful."

"My eyes?"

"Mm-hmm and I don't mean the color or shape of them—beautiful of course—but it's the first place I look when I want to see your soul."

My brows arched. "Damn that was a good answer."

He chuckled, "Now are you going to show me the same kindness? Or were you just fishing for a compliment?"

Pushing Stefan off of me, I straddled him purposely sitting on his hard-on. Stefan thrust upward only minutely but it was enough to send flares of heat everywhere: hands, shoulders, knees, and toes. It would be impossible for him not to feel how wet I was, because I was soaked through my flimsy underwear and leggings which were already thin to start with. My roommate moistened his lips the same way he did right before he was about to attack a meal after having gone hours without eating. My walls, they contracted, blood warmed my thighs.

"Where do I find you the most beautiful…?" I wrestled his shirt off and devoured his knotted stomach that flexed with each breath. My fingers marched from the happy trail on up as I leaned down, reaching my target; the small patch of skin above his nipple. I kissed where his heart was. "Here." And then tongued his nipple.

Stefan cursed and jerked my face up by the chin, crushing his mouth on mine.

We lost our composure. One second things were calm like meandering down a stream, and the next we were surfing eighty foot swells. I was pinned beneath Stefan, my wrists his prisoners as he slanted his mouth over mine, our tongues slicking over each other like a forming cyclone. What the hell is up with all these damn nature metaphors, Bonnie? Focus on how you feel, I thought. Breathless. Excited. Crazed. Focus on what you want to happen next. I want Stefan to rip my panties off.

He must have heard my thoughts. Our lips parted on a resounding smack. Stefan nipped along my jaw, throat, used the tip of his nose to skim down the center of my body. I watched the play of corded muscles in his shoulders and arms flex which each movement. Sexy as fuck. Anatomical synchronicity at its finest. He released my wrists and his entire concentration was zeroed in on removing that barrier one leg at a time.

The air crackled with anticipation so thick every breath was a small miracle. I held it nonetheless praying my dreams would be granted.

Stefan dropped my leggings on the floor. The last test of our will began the moment his head canted to the side as he stared at me sprawled on the mattress.

Everything jumped at his touch. Became overly sensitive. The give of my panties as they were coaxed off my hips…I rose my bottom and then the most controversial part of my body was exposed. What made it even more thrilling was the fact Stefan never looked, he kept his gaze on mine the entire time.

My thighs cradled his weight as he lied on top of me, pecked my lips and tongued my neck. The hair on Stefan's lower abs tickled the top of my cleft and when he thrust I squeezed him tighter—arms and legs—while my twat pulsed.

"Ah…fuck," I turned my head away from him.

His fingers were inside of me.

"You're so fuckin' wet. I didn't know anyone could get this wet," Stefan groaned and seized my mouth again.

I could hear how wet I was. Every last drop was for him, and right now I wouldn't mind in the slightest if he tasted it or replaced his magical fingers with his prick.

His thumb massaged my clit while his index and middle fingers stroked my slippery walls. Stefan's breathing became labored and a light film of sweat broke across our skin. He pulled away slightly and I knew he was staring at the expressions that crossed my face, gauging what he was doing to me, how it felt for me.

My nails used his back to say the words I couldn't say. Stefan added another finger. Eyes meet the back of my head.

"Ride my fingers, Bonnie."

Oh, god I had already been doing that but hearing that command spurned my hips to piston faster.

"Fuck me, Stefan. I want you inside of me."

He denied me. His fingers kept at it. My hips bucked back and forth as my feet lifted from resting on Stefan's calves and were now suspended in mid-air. Sounds of indescribable pitch streamed in an embarrassing frequency from my mouth as those devilish digits worked my middle.

"I need you to understand something, Bonnie," the roughness of his tone meant to me he was exercising so much self-control that he was indeed close to snapping. "When it happens…it won't be me fucking you, but us fucking one another. You'll be mine and I'll be yours. Feel me?"

Ah hell yeah. I nodded. That was the best I could do. I felt it coming. Rounding that final bend to a multiple orgasm.

"Your cunt is squeezing the hell out of my fingers."

"I'm gonna come," I panted.

Stefan showed no mercy. He drilled me, rubbed my clit with just the barest touch. My toes curled, back arched, and that cataclysmic high which made you want to scream, cry, and die all at once pop inside me like a cork.

"Ohmigoddddddddddd."

Thighs shaking, chest rising and falling too rapidly, I jerked as one fat orgasm after another slammed into me.

Electricity, fire it all shot through my veins, my pearl being the epicenter. I was shocked lightning wasn't dancing on my fingertips or shooting from my nail beds. There wasn't a part of me that didn't feel charged. My limbs went limp and flopped on the bed. I so needed that.

Dazedly I felt the tickle of Stefan's hair on my chin. He was kissing my breasts through my shirt. A sigh left me when his fingers did and my roommate lied down beside me.

We stared at one another for a while, unspeaking. My half-lidded gaze widened when Stefan drew his wet fingers into his mouth.

"Hmm," he hummed in approval.

Damn.

Should I go and make him a sandwich for a job well done? Whistle? Cheer? I was too orgasm-inebriated to move. Somewhere my consciousness was wrapped in silk and snuggled in a cloud. If Stefan could make me feel like this with just a finger fuck, what would an actual one be like? My imagination had few limits, but the scope of such an endeavor had me a bit shook I can't lie.

"Hi," Stefan gifted me with a boyish grin.

A bout of shyness had me covering my mouth. "Hi."

"I take it back…the most beautiful thing about you is watching you come."

I popped Stefan on the shoulder. It was glancing blow at best because I had no energy. "Shut up."

"You okay?" he asked.

"I am…or will be," I chortled. "What about you?" I peeped the tint in his sweat pants that had not gone anywhere. "That can't possibly be comfortable."

My lothario of a bestie shrugged and winced, "It's not, but it's manageable."

"I could take care of it for you."

Stefan swallowed and contemplated the idea but whatever conclusion he arrived to, he shook it away. "Not tonight."

"I don't want to feel selfish."

"And I don't want to walk through that door without properly closing the other one…if you get my drift."

I did. That was euphemism speak for Amber, the chick he was casually dating. Ugh. That was draining my high. Crap, now I was thinking about Jared. But grabbing coffee, one date, and a handful of conversations constituted nothing in the grand scheme of things. I had made no promises of celibacy to anyone, and I would be stupid not to suspect Jared didn't have someone he called when he needed a tension reliever. Not to say he did, but it would be ill-advised to disregard the possibility.

I rolled to face Stefan and gently caressed his jaw and chin. "How did we even get to this point?"

Tonight had begun innocently enough and unfurled to our present situation, but what changed for Stefan? I knew where I stood on the matter, and it would crush me if what just occurred was one of those weird happenstances that meant nothing.

Stefan laughed tiredly, "Maybe…maybe it's been building since the moment we met. Maybe tonight was just inevitable."

That was a relief to hear.

"Do you regret it?" I pressed.

Pregnant pause and my heart was in my throat. Regret could be an instantaneous thing or something built over time. I was scrambling to find reasons A-Z in why this could work and why we shouldn't chalk it up to a mistake and never repeat it again. I knew Stefan had his doubts and I had mine, but how would we know whether we were making a mistake if we didn't at least try?

"No," he whispered. "I don't regret it. Do you?"

"Hell no," I didn't even hesitate. Stefan laughed again. "You know I enjoyed myself and I can't be upset for something…" I've been wanting for a while. I stopped, edited that ending and said instead, "You're very good at what you do."

Stefan's ears turned red. He rolled off the bed, shut and locked my bedroom door—damn forgot it had been wide open this entire time— and turned out the light. By the time Stefan rejoined me I was beneath the covers.

His lean body spooned me from behind. We weren't novices when it came to sharing a bed, but it was the first time being this deliberately close to one another. I wiggled my bottom into Stefan's softening erection. Mind you, I was still very much commando. His willpower was something to marvel at, and though he said he was cool I wondered at the honesty of that statement.

Dropping a kiss on my shoulder, his arm cushioned across my waist, our heads shared a pillow. "I hope nothing changes with us, Bonnie."

"I would say it's a bit too late for that."

"You know how I am as a friend…you don't know what I'm like as a lover. I don't fuck around."

That sounded like a threat but you don't shiver and break out into goosebumps at a threat. If you were perfectly, chemically balanced that is. Regardless, I was in this for the long haul. I just needed Stefan to catch up.

A/N: I know, not the sex you were expecting but I'm not ready for them to cross that bridge just yet. Nonetheless, thank you so much for reading. Let me know what you thought of this. XOXO.