I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THEIR CHARACTERS.

Chapter Two:

I've been texting Chris and Peter nonstop, since I met them Saturday night. They even surprised me by coming by the bar Sunday evening. They didn't stay long – just long enough to order a few drinks and flirt shamelessly. They didn't leave until my cheeks were bright red and I could barely focus on anything else.

Lydia grilled me for details, we closed and offered a little advice. She told me to text her if I needed to talk and promised her that I would, because I was definitely out of my depth with them.

"Just be yourself, maybe a slightly flirtier version of yourself, and you'll be fine." She promised me.

"Thank you, for everything."

I bustled around the house trying to decide on what to wear. They would be picking me up in less than an hour and all I've done so far is pack my black bikini and decide on a cute pair of charcoal lace undergarments. My phone vibrated and I knew that it was either Chris, Peter, or Lydia texting me.

'We're excited to see you, darling.
;)
-Peter'

'PS – I'm sure that you'll look better than both of us, without even trying.
-Peter'

I read the messages with a smirk. They were the confidence booster that I needed. I put on a pair of sinfully tight, high-waisted charcoal grey jeans. I slipped my feet into my trusty pair of violet, pointed toe stilettos. I gnawed on my lip, while I perused my closet. I decided on a light-weight black sweater that was fitted enough to show off my figure, but modest enough that it only showed a hint of cleavage.

'I don't know about that. You both are awfully attractive.
-Bonnie'

I replied to Peter's message, before starting my hair and makeup.

I left my hair down in loose waves. For makeup, I played up my eyes with a simple smoky eye with a winged liner and a bold crimson lip. I set my face with setting spray and put on a bit of perfume, before I was finished. I had just enough time to make sure I wasn't missing anything, before my doorbell rang.

I tossed my phone charger into my purse, along with my liquid lipstick, and some makeup removal wipes, before answering the door. My jaw dropped, when I opened the door. Peter and Chris look better than ever, if that's even possible. I stopped gaping at them, trying to reign myself in and not be completely obvious. Chris was in a dark navy Henley and worn jeans with boots. Everything hugged him in just the right way. Peter was in a lighter grey V-neck, with tight black pants and boots. Both donned leather jackets. If looks could kill, I would be dead, but what a way to go.

"You're a vision." Peter purred. I blushed and I knew that it wouldn't be the last time I blushed tonight.

"He's right. You're breathtaking." Chris agreed. I felt heat rise to my face and I did my best to will it away and get it under control. I knew that it wasn't working.

"I could say the same for both of you. You look damn good." I breathed. Peter gave me a smirk and Chris' eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint. "You're supposed to tone it down, remember? I'd hate to have to hide my face." I teased.

"Sweetheart, this is toning it down." Peter mused.

"What have gotten myself into?" I let out a nervous laugh, as I stepped outside and locked my door behind me.

"Something you won't regret."

We ended up at some restaurant I had never heard of or been to, but it was great. Apart from our server, everyone left us alone. It was quiet enough that we could make conversation, but loud enough that we didn't have to worry about being overheard.

"I wasn't sure that you would come out tonight." Chris admitted.

"What's that?" I asked him, as I sipped my wine.

"You seemed nervous." He replied, as his eyes drank me. Goddess, I really am that transparent.

"I was and still am, but I'm okay with pushing myself outside of my comfort-zone, sometimes. It allows for personal growth and all that." I explained, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. He and Peter nodded. Peter ran his tongue over his bottom lip and I couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel, if he did it to mine.

"That's a good quality to have. I like your gumption." Peter said, with a wink. I blushed and sipped my drink.

"There's that lovely blush, again." Chris noted. I tried to concentrate on anything else, with no avail. I let out a nervous laugh.

"I wonder if you blush everywhere or just your face." Peter mused. My jaw dropped a bit, before I could stop it. They're going to be the death of me.

"Well, you're not going to find out here." I teased, before finishing my drink.

"Does that mean that we'll find out later?" Chris asked me. I gave a noncommittal shrug, choosing to leave his question unanswered.

"I hope you know that we are going to continue to pepper you with compliments all evening, sweetheart." Peter told me. I looked up at him and locked eyes with him. He makes me feel so naked and exposed. It's unnerving and sexy as hell, at the same time.

"Peter, you're going to render her speechless." Chris tutted. Peter just chuckled.

"I would apologize, but we all know that it wouldn't be sincere." He laughed. This time, we all joined in.

After dinner and drinks, we went for a walk around a lake. It was beautiful and serene. The sun was setting and no one else was around. It made for a breathtaking view and a nice change of pace. As we reached their car, Chris pulled me into his arms and leaned in closer to me.

"I want to kiss you." He breathed. I nodded, not trusting my words. His lips were on mine and I let out a sigh of relief. It was better than I had imagined. I groaned against him and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. It was easy to get lost in the sensation of kissing Chris. I felt lips brush my neck and Peter's hands travel along my waist. It was almost too much. Between Chris' mouth and Peter's, I couldn't think about anything else. I broke my kiss with Chris to breathe. Peter kept nibbling on my neck, until my breathing slowed.

"My turn," he said, before fixing our lips together. I didn't have a prayer. I was officially a goner. If they're this good at kissing, lord knows how good they are at everything else. I jumped, when I heard a car pull up. Peter pulled away from me, reluctantly. It looked like a family with camping gear. "Shall we take this back to my place? We could take a dip in the hot tub." Peter offered. I nodded, agreeing, before I could overthink anything.

It was easier to get control over my senses in the car. It didn't feel as overwhelmed by the two of them. I was trying to keep my wits about me and not just focus on how attractive they both are. Despite just meeting them, it's easy for me to feel comfortable around them.

Chris kept a hand on my thigh, and used his thumb to rub my leg. Peter kept his distance, in the back. I felt content, but still a bit on edge. I can't help but feel nervous. I'm definitely out of my element here.

I took a deep breath, as I straightened my black bikini in Chris' bathroom. I folded my clothes up neatly and tucked them into my bag. I checked my makeup and my hair, before leaving the bathroom. I stepped into the living room and the conversation came to halt. Peter and Chris both hand drinks and were lounging in dark swim trunks. Peter's were black and Chris' were dark blue. I tried not to gape at them, but they both looked damn good.

"Fuck me." Chris breathed. His eyes haven't left me, since I came into the room. I blushed and covered my chest with my arms, suddenly self-conscious. "You do blush everywhere, sweetheart." He added. I dropped my gaze and looked at the ground.

"Christopher, you're embarrassing her, again." Peter tutted, with a smirk. Chris looked at me, sheepishly.

"You're gorgeous, Bonnie. Please, forgive me. I didn't mean to embarrass you." Chris apologized, as he walked over to me.

"He's right, sweetheart. I haven't been able to take my eyes off of you." Peter agreed. It felt like the room got hotter. I looked up at them both and tried to ignore the way that my heartbeat quickened.

"Have you seen yourselves? You look better than I do." I flirted back, trying to push my discomfort to the back of my mind.

"You flatter us, darling." Peter winked. I let out a nervous laugh and cursed myself internally for feeling so awkward.

"Would you like a drink, sweetheart?" Chris asked me. I nodded, quickly. More liquid courage would probably help. Chris left the room, hopefully for some wine. Peter walked closer to me and settled his hands on my waist. I preened at how warm they were. His eyes bore into mine and I couldn't look away.

"Do we make you nervous?" Peter asked me, quietly.

"Yes," I said, without hesitation. I knew that I was just telling him what he already knew.

"Is there anything we can do to help you feel more comfortable?" He purred. I shook my head, trying not to be overwhelmed with just how good he smelled. "Can I kiss you, pet?" He pressed.

"Please," I breathed. I looked up at him and saw his eyes flash, before he claimed my lips with his. I groaned against him and opened my mouth, so he could deepen the kiss. His hands pulled me closer, so I pressed against his body. I could feel how hard he was and how much he wanted me. My senses were on overload and I was ready to drown in them. His hand trailed from my waist down my backside. I moaned, as he grabbed my ass. I broke the kiss, struggling to breathe. He sucked on my neck and raked his teeth along my skin. I shivered against him, realizing that I would probably have marks there tomorrow. I didn't care. It felt like sin.

"I leave for two minutes to open a bottle of wine and you get started without me." Chris tutted, from behind us. I didn't have to see Chris to know that he was only teasing.

"Have you seen her, Christopher? How could you possibly expect me to keep my hands to myself, when this gorgeous creature gave me permission not to?" Peter asked, as he trailed kisses down my chest. I gasped, before gently pushing him away.

"I didn't say that I blamed you, Peter. Not when I would have done the same myself. Should we take the wine to the hot tub?" Chris suggested. I just nodded, again, still distracted as Peter's thumbs rubbed circles on my waist.

The wine helped me loosen up more and stop feeling quite so self-conscious. Relaxing came easily enough, when I finally let my guard down. I lounged between Chris and Peter and they both had a hand touching me. Peter's was stroking my arm and Chris' was rubbing my thigh.

"So, are you two together?" I asked, finally, letting my curiosity to get the best of me. Peter gave me a carnal grin that send shivers down my spine in the best way. Peter let his fingers graze my breast, before leaning over me to kiss Chris. Chris let out a contented sigh, as his hand moved to the heated crevice in between my legs. A moan spilled from my lips. "Holy hell, that's hot."

Their kiss sizzled and deepened, before they pulled apart panting. They both looked at me, hungrily. I shifted, under their touch. This was heating faster than I thought it would, not that I was complaining.

"We share affection and we do care for each other, but we crave female companionship. He and I wouldn't claim to have an actual relationship ourselves." Peter answered for them both.

I nodded, still struggling to focus on anything other the image of the two of them kissing and their wandering hands. Peter's finger slipped into my bikini bottoms and continued his sinful ministrations. My mouth fell open, as Chris palmed my chest with his hands. He leaned forward and kissed me, quieting my sounds. He nipped at my bottom lip and I grunted, as I felt a familiar tightening sensation in the pit of my stomach. I eyes flew open and I saw Peter watching me, intensely. I gripped his thigh, as I slammed full force into my orgasm. I cried out against Chris' lips.

The touching slowed down, while I rode out the aftershocks. Chris was sucking on my neck and Peter kissed me, lazily. I knew that I wouldn't be able to cool down in between the two of them or with their hands on me. I pulled away and sucked down a greedy breath.

"I'm not having sex with you." I panted.

"We wouldn't dream of pressuring you, sweetheart. Though, if you're not opposed, we would be happy to continue our foreplay with you. I would love to taste you." Peter purred. I stifled a moan, trying to get in control of my hormones.

"Warn a girl, before you say something like that." I laughed. Chris just smirked and Peter didn't have the decency to look apologetic. I didn't expect anything else. "Maybe staying in the hot tub isn't a great idea, anymore."

"We'd happily relocate." Chris spoke up this time. Peter fixed my bottoms and let Chris pick me up in his arms.

"We'll need towels." I teased.

"Trust me, kitten, we'll dry you off."