Sometimes Bonnie Bennett grew tired of being a nice person.

Oh sure, if you asked those closest to her, they'd tell you endless stories of her selflessness, her stubbornness and dedication to all things right and true. They'd speak of her bravery that has, at one time or the other saved all their lives, with nary a regard for her own safety. Or her willingness to put aside her own personal differences with their enemies in order to work together for the greater good.

So yes, to (most of) those that know her, Bonnie Bennett was the closest thing to a guardian angel walking around on earth.

But there are others.

Others that have felt her righteous indignation and fury and had gotten burned by the flame. Others that she has knocked down and stepped over without a glance. Others that Bonnie took great pleasure in tormenting just to watch them suffer.

Tonight's activities fell squarely into the latter side of things.

As she studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she stubbornly pushed away the little niggling voice in the back of her head that said she would sorely regret what she was about to do. That she wouldn't be hurting just the one person this time, and possibly damaging a lifelong friendship with someone who was still trying to get over his most recent break up.

Fuck it, Bonnie thought as she made one last check, everyone else she knew had engaged in their own clandestine affairs with no regard to the fallout, why should she be any different?

She took a step back from the vanity and reached out with her magic to that place that she deliberately avoided until times like now. Carefully unlocking the door that she normally kept firmly closed, she felt the answering query of magic brush against hers. Of course he answered, he never refused when she called, not even when he knew what was about to happen.

Although she'd never admit to it out loud, Bonnie still got that private thrill, that rush flowing through her at the thought of having this powerful man at her beck and call. After years of watching first Elena, then Caroline, bewitch almost every man that came within their orbit, it was her turn, and she finally understood why it was so hard for them to give it up.

Bonnie exited the bathroom to find the lights had been dimmed and the bed occupied with a lone figure sitting shirtless on the end. He looked deep in thought, and for a moment she faltered. Did he really want this? Want her? Or was he using her the same way she was using him?

It didn't really matter, because at that moment he looked up and his eyes widened as he took a good look at her. Gone were the simple jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing earlier, in its place was a bra that she knew made her boobs look fabulous, and panties that accentuated the fullness of her ass.

She took the long way around the bed to get to the switch, mindful of his eyes glued to her body, "I want to see you" she said simply, adjusting the lights so the room was bathed in full brightness. She had to swallow her laugh at the surprise on his face, she's not sure what (or if) Jeremy had shared about their sex life when they were together, but it didn't matter, neither of them were there to make love.

Bonnie just wanted to get off….and if she could put a dagger through a certain coven leader's heart while doing it, all the better.

"Are you sure?" Tyler's voice was soft, and he looked to be fighting to stay in control. But that wasn't what Bonnie wanted. She wanted the wolf to come out and play with her witch.

She strolled over to where he was perched, even sitting down, he still managed to somehow loom over her. His hybrid aura trying its best to dominate the space over her witch aura. She placed one knee on the bed before bringing the other up to straddle him, "I'm sure" she nipped at his lower lip before leaning over to place a kiss right under his ear, "are you?"

Tyler brought his hands up palm her ass, all hesitation gone "fuck yeah."

"Then kiss me."

No sooner were the words out of her mouth did Tyler turn his head to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. Bonnie eagerly returned the kiss, running her tongue along his lower lip before delving in. Tyler kissed like he did pretty much everything else: with all of his weight behind it. It wasn't long before he brought his hands up from her ass to glide up her stomach and cup her breasts in his hands.

Bonnie broke the kiss to take a breath, and to check that the connection was still open. She could sense he was still there, hovering in her mind like the glutton for punishment he was. She smirked to herself, if he wanted a show, she would give him one.

Tyler groaned and protested as she pulled away, Bonnie shushed him and slid smoothly to her knees. She unzipped his pants and was happy to note that he hadn't been just faking, he really was into it. Once on a drunken girls night, Caroline had let slip that Tyler definitely knew what he was doing and that even as a vamp, he always left her satisfied.

Stroking him through the fabric of his underwear, Bonnie had no doubt that he would do the same for her. She made quick work of divesting him of his clothes, and swallowed him down with no warning. Tyler let out a choked "fuuuck" as he gripped the sheets.

Bonnie bobbed her head a few times before pulling off and taking his hands to place them on her head, "talk to me, tell me what you like." In the brightness of the room, she couldn't miss the quick changing of his eyes as the alpha part of him briefly surfaced. Bonnie wasn't worried, if he got too carried away, she could always take him out with her magic.

She opened the connection wider within her mind as she took Tyler in her mouth once more. She wanted him to hear what was being said, wanted him to hear as she slurped and gagged on someone else's dick. Wanted him to know that he would never get what she so freely gave others.

Tyler kept up a rolling commentary "Goddamn Bonnie, look at you…..sucking my dick….wanted to see you on your knees for a long time….that fucking mouth….can you take all of me…yeah I bet you can" he held her head still while he thrust up into her mouth "did you do this for Gilbert?" Bonnie placed a hand near his groin and sent a zap of magic into him. She had meant it to be a caution, to not mention her ex boyfriend while she was on her knees with his dick bumping the back of her throat. There was already one other person involved in their hookup (although Tyler didn't know it) she didn't need to have any more invited in.

But it seemed hybrids were a different sort, because instead of getting him to back off, it only seemed to spur him on more "yeah I bet you did, I can see why he kept coming back, must have sucked the soul out of him, how long did he last? I'm about ready to blow and I'm a fucking hybrid" his hips jerked as she swirled her tongue around the head, "right there….just like that…..fuck take me deeper again" Bonnie obliged, and his moan echoed through her ears. The presence in her mind was growing agitated, but still, as always, he stayed.

Tyler's thrusts became erratic as he got close to finishing, "fuck Bon, I'm about to come" he smoothed his hand down over the back of her neck in a gentle gesture, which was at odds with how hard and fast he was pumping his hips.

He came on a long low moan, his eyes flashing amber as he found his release. Bonnie took everything he had, only releasing him when she was sure he had nothing more to give. She rested her head along his thigh to give herself a chance to catch her breath before continuing.

She probed at the presence in her mind only to find him seething. Good, but not enough. Slowly making her way to her feet, she peppered his body with kisses until she reached his mouth. Tyler showed no hesitation and pulled her flush against him to devour her mouth with his, not seeming to care that he could taste himself. He quickly flipped them over and it was Bonnie's turn to be stripped naked.

As Tyler spread her legs and situated himself in between, Bonnie flashbacked to the first time she'd discovered that she was connected to the current Gemini leader. She was hooking up with a guy from her linguistics class who had a thing about fingering her in the back stacks of the library. Everything was fine until after one such time, when he removed his fingers, instead of cleaning them off with the wet wipes Bonnie had taken to carrying around, he'd winked at her while sticking them in his mouth and sucking them clean.

Suddenly she was thrust back to 1994. She would never tell anyone of course, but the sight of him slurping the jam off his fingers made Bonnie hot in a way that she'd never experienced before. The next time they met, she figured it wouldn't hurt anyone if she imagined he was Kai the entire time.

Except, thinking of him while in an emotional state must have caused Bonnie to drop her guard and triggered their bond from her side, because she was suddenly flooded with feelings that weren't her own. Confusion, lust, disbelief, anger, when all she had felt before was pleasure. His magic registered next, the unmistakable aura of Gemini was hard to ignore. The realization hit her like a freight train: she had just invited him into her mind.

The thought of Kai being a participant (however involuntary) was enough to put her over the edge. She came harder than she ever had that day, and hadn't looked back since. Over time she'd learned how to control it and keep him at bay unless she wanted him to observe.

And right now, she wanted him to do more than observe. She opened the door a bit more, so Kai could now feel what she was feeling. When Tyler ate her out so good she came twice, she hoped he felt every bit of pleasure that she did.

She hoped he could feel the softness of the sheets on her knees and elbows contrasting with the rough way he manhandled her when he fucked her doggy style and came inside her.

When he used his supernatural strength and fucked her up against a wall, she hoped he felt how solid Tyler was beneath her fingers.

And when it was all over and they were lying in a sweaty heap on the bed, she hoped he was listening as she consoled Tyler over being forced to let Liv go due to Kai calling her back to Portland.


Later, much later, after Tyler left and Bonnie was laying on the freshly made bed after her shower, she reached out and was surprised to find him still there, just lurking. Something like remorse flowed over their connection. Bonnie quickly slammed the door shut once more, she didn't want his remorse. It wouldn't undo any of his (and her) choices. Better to let him wallow in the drowning pool of guilt.

The same pool that she knew she'd be neck deep in tomorrow.