Chapter 3: His Lovin' (Gonna Get You, Girl)
A/N: I apologize wholeheartedly for the 'filler' aspect of the chapter. I'm glad you're asking for more. I think Sundays will be my update day. Also, the intro is quite suggestive/sexual so scroll past that if you want.
Bonnie was in an undisclosed room, she wanted to believe it was hers but the moonlight said otherwise. Her room would have had candles that smelled like the great parts of the outdoors. She loved those candles her grandmother had scattered all over the house. However, they were so intimately placed, on the dresser near the mirror. She was happy though, she always wanted to take Elena on her bed but this would be more sufficient.
Elena apparently wanted to transition to lifelong friends to lovers within the course of one night. There was no particular reason why all Bonnie could feel was Elena's hands everywhere and her mouth was so glorious. She didn't know that Elena would put her entire tongue in her mouth and she loved it, every minute of it. Her Elena. So dirty and so needy. Bonnie grabbed a fistful of the girl's hair, slightly balling and unballing it one would steal this moment from her.
The two were on their sides caressing each other's legs as they kissed feverishly. Elena's hand was resting on Bonnie's ass, giving it a few squeezes here and there. The girl moaned in relation; Elena could nothing and have her hands still and she would be satisfied. Relishing at the fact that her best friend was into it, Bonnie decided to turn up the heat.
She flipped Elena over on her back with the agility and pliability it took to do so. It even alerted Elena so much that her brown orbs looked doe-eyed. Her Elena so dirty so needy and yet so innocent at once. Bonnie smiled and stroked her face assuring her everything was fine. Elena swallowed and nodded; there was no going back as the faint light from the night bounced off the couple.
Bonnie bent over, her knees sunken into the matress's coiled springs, preparing to kiss her beloved friend again. Elena couldn't keep her hands off Bonnie as she was under her, writhing in waiting of what was going to happen next. She closed her eyes. Bonnie thought it was sweet and kissed her on the lips, Then a few pecks along her cheek. She licked Elena's neck letting it leave a wet spot on that area and left it alone. The brunette would remember her tongue there and craved for it more. One lick wasn't enough.
Bonnie's palm trailed down Elena's middle and licked one of her thumbs and circled it around the writhing girl's bellybutton. Bonnie turned around; she heard someone clearing their throat. It sounded judgy enough.
"Okay," he said just not being able to watch the two fool around anymore. "You're not even doing it right."
The curly haired female practically whipped her head around, she wanted him gone. Afire was burning in her head but it became explosive when he subsequently stepped into the light. Stefan. Elena called out his name worryingly, she started to sweat. Her eyes were still closed, she didn't want to face him but she wanted to be heard. He came over to her and stroked her face so lovingly.
"You're so beautiful even when caught red-handed," Stefan kissed her forehead. "I love you."
Elena opened her eyes, feeling his admiring presence. "I love you, too."
Bonnie was disgusted; her best dream just became her worst nightmare in a matter of moments. Stefan left Elena's side to get behind Bonnie.
"How long have you fantasized about sleeping with my girl?" He kissed Bonnie's shoulder, adoringly. She was tense, this had to be a ploy or something. A fucking joke that this was. He was in her ear. "Tasting her with your tongue..."
"She was my friend before she started doodling hearts around your name, Stefan. It was just the two of us. And maybe Caroline, but you don't know her to know how intrusive she is."
Bonnie had an epiphany. "She wasn't able to catch on to my feelings for Elena..but you did and you're making me-"
"What?" He growled in her. Stefan's hands, his right, in particular, was undoing her black, lacy lingerie.
"Let me finish. You're making me confused...I don't like it. I've always been sure about my love for Elena but you're just this whirlwind of hushed passion."
Elena was on the bed wiggling on the sheets with her eyes still closed. Taking initiative in her own hands, literally, she began to touch herself. She bit her lip as she threw her back her hair flowing perfectly like a movie stars. Elena sweated profusely while fingering herself and then rubbing her sensitive spot. Someone must have told her it was good to alternate while trying to orgasm at a quicker.
When she finally did come, she pulled her panties back up to her hips and breathed out, "You two talk too much."
Bonnie was bewildered and Stefan looked somewhat proud.
"Did she just-"
"That's our girl." Stefan interrupted, "So back to us. How am I making you confused?"
Bonnie couldn't believe him. The only thing she'd be sharing with Stefan Salavtore was spit and even that had been a silly mistake. He was her best friend's boyfriend. He came on to her first. Now he's questioning her attraction to him when they both know what happened in that kitchen.
"You're acting coy for no reason. Elena's sleep."
"Even if she wasn't I'd ask you about your feelings for me. We're honest about those kinds of things."
"Honest? You kissed me for no fucking reason just to mess with my head."
"It's the 21st century, kisses don't mean anything. In Europe that would be considered a very colorful hello."
"God, you're so-UGH."
"Confusing? I've been told."
Bonnie gritted her teeth, "Get out."
Bonnie kept saying get out until her grandmother came into the room pouring a bucket of water on her and chanted some Latin nonsense.
"Grams, what the hell?" She shrieked in horror of the water sticking to her skin, she was cold and didn't like it.
The older woman pointed her finger in the girl's face. "First, watch your damn mouth. Second, I came in all of my old age to check on you."
"But water?" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Yes," Grams confirmed. "Our ancestors were rumored to be witches. I thought you were being called by them."
Bonnie groaned, rubbing her head. She's heard of the Bennett witches plenty of times before. She was convinced her grandmother had some type of memory loss. The girl just had a sexually weird dream and she wasn't in the mood to hear Gram's folklore. She just nodded and asked if Grams left her alone to reflect if the older witches invaded her brain. That put her grandmother's worry at will.
After, washing and using an electric fan to fix her rude water awakening, Bonnie got a call. It was from Caroline. The two hadn't talked since the hospital tour and even after that they just sent each other various good morning texts throughout the weeks. Classic Caroline telling Bonnie what was going on instead of asking her.
"Clubbing, tonight. We're going straight to South Beach."
Bonnie fake smiled and asked, "Who's all going?"
"Well," it was as if the blonde pulled out a paper and pen before answering. "Well, we're going to The Spot."
"The Spot?" What a stupid name. Of course she would drag us here.
"Yes Bonnie," Caroline said through her teeth. "What's wrong with the name? Whatever just have a fresh outfit. Elena and I are picking you up tonight bitch. Also, Katherine might crash. Bye!"
The girl sighed and began scavenging in her closet for some nice club-wear. She wished Caroline had told her at least a week advance so she could do a couple gigs to rack up some coins. That was the key difference between her and friends, she loved them dearly but they were very Caucasian and privileged and had money. They all were very important differences and walks of life but the money aspect had always made Bonnie feel so small.
Elena stopped asking Bonnie if she needed help a long time ago but Caroline persisted. She'd appreciated it but growing up in an older black woman's house, she was taught that things could get done on her own. Especially with her absentee mother, Bonnie was used to handling it alone. No, it wasn't always healthy to do that but it built character and no one could ever break those bricks of foundation down.
A baby blue jean romper that she never wore was in the back of her closet. It would show off her freshly shaven and moisturized legs, well to the best of the night light's ability. Bonnie smiled to herself, knowing that was a great bodysuit to dance in tonight. She then became less apathetic to a girl's night out even if Elena's bitchy sister was going. That smile quickly faltered when her mother walked in the room.
Abby's approach wasn't overbearing or condescending like it was usually was. She just looked concerned. Almost motherly, but with all the disappointments she gave her actual mother with about parenting Bonnie proved otherwise. Anybody can perfect the look but not the traits. Abby didn't have a selfless bone in her body so her asking Bonnie what she was doing tonight caught the short woman off guard.
"No, hot date," Bonnie answered. "A fun, sweaty girl's night out."
"You and Elena?"
I wish. Is what she wanted to say, but opted not to. It wasn't the time to be inappropriate and it wasn't called for more importantly. Despite her initial reaction of Abby stepping in her room unannounced the two had been very cordial throughout the week. She wouldn't mess that up over a simple question.
"No, Caroline too. Also, Katherine, she mentioned. It's just what I need to calm my nerves with school and..." She trailed off and quickly finished her sentence. "Just finding work and whatnot."
Abby nodded. "You have a talent, Bonnie and that should be showcased on the big stages - Broadway even."
The two shared a laugh. It was easygoing and it felt like progress. She couldn't give her mother too much because once when she was little, Abby did attend her concerts at school but she was never sober. There were even times where she had to be escorted out because of how loudly and drunkenly she cheered for Bonnie. She thought she sounded supportive but Bonnie was just embarrassed and tired of her mother and questions from her team about her home life.
Bonnie even tore up her graduation ticket in a crying rage designated for her mother because they had a big fight the week before. That didn't stop her from attending and interrupting the ceremony, once embarrassing Bonnie again. All Grams did was shake her head that day as her only daughter was ejected from the event. So, the laugh they shared, was needed and earned throughout the pain through the years.
She heard a loud beep as she applied mascara to her false lashes. Abby had actually helped glue them on, making her look less like Mrs. Potato-Head. She knew the beep was from Caroline if she had super hearing there was probably Elena scolding her over the horn telling the blonde to give Bonnie some time. It wasn't overly hot outside which was a great thing, she didn't want to be sticky before the club.
"Ugh, scoot over," Katherine groaned as Bonnie stepped in the car. Her purse had its own seat.
"Well, hello, Katherine."
"Hi Bonnie," she greeted nasally. Being stuck in a cramped Jeep with her sister's friends was not the ideal Saturday night. But Caroline came up with the idea last minute and the twin had nothing else better to do. Besides, this was her chance to remind the Miami scene that she was very single.
Elena turned around and smiled at Bonnie. The short girl offered a small wave, not giving her friend too much. Caroline looked at her rearview seeing Bonnie's outfit head to toe.
"Damn, girl you are snatched. Maybe waiting for you was worth it. You're trying to get freaky with someone tonight."
Lords know I need it. Me time isn't cutting it.
"No, not that. It just feels good to look good." They all could agree to that.
Once at a red light, Bonnie took a glance at her phone. She looked up from it when Caroline decided to open her mouth.
"Okay, so the guys are coming. Me and Elena tried to keep it from you two because we didn't know how you'd feel-"
"Because we're single," Katherine bitterly finished and looked at Bonnie who looked equally upset. She was bamboozled; a girls night resolutely anti-male. Caroline and Elena betrayed that for their boyfriends. She remained silent waiting for Elena's rationale.
"You guys, it's not like a date night nor will you be third wheeling. We're here to have fun, right?" Elena said optimistically.
"Yeah, but I don't have a penis, Elena," Katherine replied curtly.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means patriarchy will always win. This was supposed to be a girl's night; I was tricked."
"You're going to be flirting with potential hookups all night anyway!" Caroline piped up.
"True," Katherine examined her French manicure. "But I needed you two to encourage my inner thot."
"Oh, you were going to do that anyway," Bonnie stated, frankly.
Katherine made a 'hmph' noise while Caroline and Elena snickered in the front. Bonnie realized that she interacted with Katherine more than her twin. It had been a day of firsts she supposed. Katherine even gave Bonnie a hand as she stepped on to the pavement in her all white, red bottom heels.
"Nice," Katherine complimented. "Makes you less of a midget, I guess."
Compliments from Katherine were never really compliments. It was more of a 'be happy she isn't spewing venom at you' type of thing. Bonnie pursued her lips and hooked arms with the Gilbert twin. "You owe my grandmother a check." Katherine raised her eyebrows and looked rankled. "Damn it, Bonnie I left my purse in the car. Well, Grams is lucky, she'll enjoy drunk me writing that check later on."
The quartet walked a long distance to the club just to see the endless line. They were all in heels or platforms waiting for the line to get shorter.
"Who do I have to suck off to get to the front of the line?" Caroline threw her head back in annoyance. They all were alerted when they heard an English accent.
"Hopefully no one, love. I happen to know the owner, he owes me a favor or two. Just know we'll gain instant access in the club."
Caroline beamed and ran in his arms, hugging him and attacking his face with kisses. He looked half annoyed but he had a snirk on his face. Secretly, he enjoyed his girlfriend's affections. The social blonde then introduced him to girls as Nik, or just Klaus. That took a short time and it was a stark difference between Elena arranging an entire dinner so that Bonnie could meet her boyfriend. Klaus told them Stefan was finding a park and once he returned they'd walk in the club. Bonnie braced herself for an eventful night as her heels clacked past the threshold.