A/N: Happy Pride Month!
Chapter 8: She Owns Me
Bonnie sighed as she styled her own hair in the mirror. A simple braid-out would keep her hair curly enough without any crazy product. It was the day after the party when she impulsively chose to follow her best friend and her boyfriend out of the party. The optics of all three of them leaving was peculiar, to say the least. As her feet walked across the threshold she could sense Caroline's nosy fingers texting her to see what was going on. Now she had to put her phone on do not disturb mode all weekend long.
Fluffing up her hair once more, she walked out of the washroom to see no one at all. Of course, they were in the other room and she poked her head out to see the door firmly shut. Multiple things went down last night and they needed time to discuss that. Luckily, she had an old pair pajamas in her dresser in the guest room that she could easily slip into. Her choice of passing time was checking out what was on TV. After 30 minutes of half-watching a mid-tier sitcom rerun she powered off the monitor out of complete boredom
Sunday morning programs suck...The dancer conceded as she looked at her newly painted toes.
"Hey, he wants to see you." Bonnie's head flips around to see the woman across from her.
Elena stands with her arms crossed with an expressionless face. When Bonnie walks past her, they bump shoulders and share a smile. Then she tiptoed into the room. Her light walking was due to her anxious state from last night. The fight had been allegedly over her and she was starting to believe the rumors. The last thing she needs is guilt no matter how badly she wanted to be punished with it. He's holding a frozen bag of peas over his right eye while his back his faced to the door. She wonders if he positioned himself strategically. The woman checked out his back numerous times, sometimes openly, other times she tried to play it off.
Bonnie closed the door behind her so she can break the even silence in the room.
"Oh, hey," He turns around and removes the bag from his eye. "Totally didn't want you to see me like this, but my hand was getting tired."
"I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. Matt is just the worst kind of human being," Bonnie concluded without using multiple swear words.
"I'm fine and I could care less about him. Think I messed up his pretty Ken Doll face for a while though," He joked to lighten the mood.
"At the cost of him potentially damaging yours."
"You think I'm pretty?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes, failing to hide her smile. "Forget that I even said it."
"You can't call someone pretty and just take it back," He stated.
"I certainly can when said person can't take the compliment humbly."
Stefan sat down on the very end of the bed. Standing across Bonnie made him feel so small ironically. Her smart comments, her attitude, and style had been too powerful for him. He wanted to tell her how much she made him nervous over and over again all while pumping into her furiously. Sometimes, he wanted to take his time with her, other times he just thought about ravishing her completely.
"So, why did you decide to leave with Elena last night?"
"I care about you a lot, you're my friend and you would have done the same for me."
"I saw you with Kol at the party," he lamely said.
"And?" Whatever he was planning to say better had a valuable point.
"You two looked awfully comfy." His jaw was tensing.
"Does that bother you?"
"Not at all," he replied shortly.
"You seem to be in your feelings about it and if you are I'd suggest you'd get over it."
Stefan stood up and approached her with a smoldering gaze. Bonnie was shaking slightly at the proximity of their bodies. Luckily, they were both modestly dressed. Hid wifebeater clinging onto his toned physique was already enough to send her in a frenzy. She never dressed too comfortably but every now and then when she stayed there she wore shorts. Her shape was short and curvy, she always wanted to hide her figure because of her childhood trauma of looking older than what she was despite being a little girl.
"If the night hadn't gone to hell, you wouldn't even know of his existence. You would have been right beside me," Stefan said, his forest green eyes piercing in Bonnie's.
Their standoff and another smart remark coming from Bonnie's mouth is interrupted by a light knock and open of the door. Stefan lets out an annoyed grunt while Bonnie closes her eyes because he was still caressing her face. It made her feel hot and uneasy. He looks up to see his girlfriend who was telling him his brother was there. His hand didn't immediately stop touching the woman in front of him. Elena knew of his feelings for Bonnie, so hiding it felt pointless. "We'll continue this conversation later," he tells her intimately in her ear.
Stefan brushed past Elena and headed out the door, she was the one who locked it. Bonnie kept her hands at her side, she'd been caught.
"It's not what you think we-"
"Who do you like more?"
"That's an absurd question."
Elena sighed and circled while rubbing her hair in frustration. "You're right, it's just that I can't stop thinking about last night and then there's this juxtaposing image of you two slobbering over each other like a couple of dogs in heat."
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
"No, all I can think about is you backing me up against a wall and my eyes spinning backward."
"I had so much pent up frustration for you. It was big or go home." Shit, I can't believe I just said that.
Elena nodded in understanding. "Has there...been other girls? You don't even have to answer, I was just asking because what you did felt so fucking good." I never talk like this, what the hell is wrong with me, the brunette self-punished.
"Thank you," Bonnie said with an innocent smile.
Elena walked the short woman backward so that her back could hit her boyfriend's soft black comforter. The night before, she was the one being pushed to blunt surfaces. With a refreshed, sober mind, the brunette realized she could do the same. Bonnie's lips parted in anticipation as her best friend hovered over her. "Bonnie Bennett, you shouldn't be playing coy now that I know what you're capable of," Elena said lowly.
Right before she could kiss the caramel-skinned the woman, Bonnie puts a finger to her lips.
"This is your boyfriend's bed and you want to kiss me on it."
"Is that a problem?"
"It's inherently problematic," Bonnie said, staring at her friend's glossy lips, her thoughts and expressions betraying her morals.
"I think the three of us should just throw ethics to the wayside. We're all kind of fucked up."
Her hands shamelessly slide up the oversized shirt Bonnie is wearing and squeezed her breasts. The woman under her moaned faintly in response but it grew louder when Elena's left traveled down south. She was already burning up from her encounter with Stefan now Elena was shoving her hand beneath her waistband. Seeing Stefan hold her face like she was some porcelain doll and the way his lips touched Bonnie's ear drove Elena mad.
"He's gone, you don't have to hide in here anymore," Stefan calls out from the other side of the door.
Elena gritted her teeth. "Okay, we'll be out soon, Stef." The cutoff of his name was to show how annoyed she was. Bonnie felt dizzy but still stood up on her two feet. Elena takes a long breath and opens the door. She hopes Bonnie is sweating but after being pursued back-to-back, the dancer can't help her pores. The brunette leans against the door frame; Bonnie is near the couch; Stefan is teetering between the kitchen and living room.
"What did Damon want?"
"He was trying to be nosy, that's all," Stefan responds, rubbing his arm. "He saw you and Bonnie leave out with me. Truth is, my brother thinks there is something going on between us."
"There is and it has to stop," Bonnie speaks up, really for herself.
"It won't stop, you're way too damn infectious."
Bonnie put her hands over her ears and uttered nonsense while walking around in an endless circle.
"Bonnie, stop acting so childish," Elena tells her brashly, causing the short female to point a finger in her direction.s
"This isn't normal at all! Nothing you two say will make think this is okay."
"I'm sorry, you're right this isn't right in the slightest but I know how you feel about me and I feel like a fool for not seeing it sooner," Elena said sincerely, while her thumb rubbed across Bonnie's face lovingly.
"I see," Stefan inquired, looking at the image before him. The two had a history and even new memories he couldn't hold a candle to. Whatever happened at the party affected them greatly and confessions were made. Now that the cat was out the bag, what would become of them all? Choices had to be made and quickly. Elena bent forward to plant a kiss on lips, planning to kiss her as she wanted in front of Stefan.
"You're overperforming," He notes before retreating back to his room, while Elena stops her actions and subsequently rolls her eyes.
"We haven't figured out what we should do," Bonnie reminded her
Elena grabbed both of her hands and said, "We'll still be us with the addition of oof kissing, moaning, and groping."
"And when we're in public?"
"We act like very mature adults."
"And Stefan?"
Elena squeezed her arm in assurance.
"We're still figuring him out, the boy just took a black eye for you. It's gonna take him a few days to get over it."
Two days passed and it's Monday morning again much to everyone's dismay. Bonnie left Stefan's the day after the party and ended back at her grandmother's. The old woman had her questions but kept them to herself. She saw how bonnie snickered to herself while reading texts on her phone. It could have been a girl or guy making her grandbaby smile so much and Grams thought she should put her politeness to the side and finally butt in. The two women are in the kitchen and the question is laid on boldly.
"Okay, child who is this making you less doom and gloom these days?" Grams added, "I know you looked too good going out the other day."
"I met someone, he's cool and wants to take me out this Saturday," Bonnie smoothly said. It isn't a lie completely, Kol did ask her out but she never agreed on a place.
"Well, I'm glad."
"The thing is, he sort of isn't the only person or people that I'm interested in."
"You're young it's bound to happen, have fun because you do not want to be shriveled and old wishing you could go back and not your waste your prime."
"You think I'm in my prime?' Bonnie asked, really wanting her answer.
"Of course you are," Grams groans in discomfort as she takes a platter of clean dishes out of the dishwasher. Bonnie left the kitchen counter to go assist her in drying them and putting them away. While handing her a glass to place in the high cabinet Grams makes a point. "Things like that prove these are your good years - flexibility. Along with your youth and beauty but your career is on the uprising. So, never limit yourself, the sky is limitless my sweet child."
Bonnie hugged her tight as she could and thanked her for her words of encouragement. Truthfully, she didn't know how badly a fuck-up her mother must have been to ever screw Grams over time and again.
..
Later on that night, she gets a call from Caroline, she only answered because she didn't want to look sketchy. Even though avoiding the socialite altogether was suspicious enough. The phone rang a reasonable amount for Bonnie to prepare herself for her friend's chirping on the other line. It wasn't that torturous when the blonde started rambling about the party and how bad the cleanup was.
"But you missy did not end up in someone's bed all sweaty, you looked like a goddess! Any man would have been blessed to enter your-"
"Well, no one ever got the chance with all the commotion going on downstairs," Bonnie slipped out, not thinking of the implications of her statement.
The other woman on the line gasped. Not her Bonnie getting down and doing the dirty in a party setting.
"Bonnie Bennett, please tell me you did not hook up with someone at my party!"
There is silence from her end but Bonnie is smirking - Caroline can imagine the girl hiding her blush.
"Who is it? I have to know about your first ever shameless party smash."
"It doesn't matter and like I said it didn't get too far with all the drama going on below us."
Caroline sighed, at this rate she wasn't going to get anything else from the dancer and chose to move on.
"Well," she sounded out. "If you aren't willing to talk about that then we have to talk about the fight especially since it was about you."
"I sort of figured." She popped her moisturized cherry flavored lips. "What'd he say to make Stefan pop off?"
"He didn't tell you? I..."
"You what, Caroline?"
"You left with him and Elena, I just assumed in between that timeframe he would have told you." Before Bonnie could reply she questions hurriedly, "And what is up with that really, the three of you?"
Bonnie hears a beep on her phone, it's a text image or images from Caroline.
"Those are the three of you walking out together. Sorry for the pause I'm sort of at the gym, it's the top of the month and it's always bikini weather in Florida, so I'm trying to maintain my figure," she explained.
Bonnie removed her phone from her ear and scanned the pictures that looked professionally captured. It was right after the fight so people were clearing a way out for Stefan and Elena to leave. He looked extremely aggravated and in the first photo, it looked like Elena trying to comfort him. But the person behind them who was sort of skedaddling behind them was Bonnie. The next photo she's aligned with them while Stefan is in the middle and finally looked at ease.
"I'm not judging because you all look hot together," Caroline spoke. "
"There's nothing going on between us, I was just being a friend,"
"Sure because going back with them was friendly and appropriate."
"Caroline!"
"What? People talk and you said in one way or in another that you like to mess with girls, so it makes sense."
Bonnie placed a hand over her face. "I was forced into answering that. Besides, I am not the ruiner of happy homes."
"Please," Caroline scoffed."You're not ruining it hell you're probably making it better since Elena mentioned that the honeymoon phase was over." Something about her friend's deteriorating relationship made the blonde feel superior. Her tone was a little too ecstatic for Bonnie's liking.
"When was this?"
"Maybe last week or something. Point is, you've been a really bad girl, Bonnie!"
"I told you we're just friends and do you honestly think Elena into girls?"
"Not just any girl you could possibly make her go gay."
"You can't go gay," Bonnie muttered under her breath, dealing with that type of ignorance her whole life.
When Caroline asked her to repeat herself she just spoke her honest thoughts fully.
"No one can 'go gay' it's always there - you're simply born with it. It isn't a trend or something to partake in for fun. Queer people have been on earth too long for everyone to keep saying that. Elena isn't gay or bi, I can't make her do something she isn't interested in." She hears the blonde's now educated and goes back to the root of the conversation which was Matt.
"He said the 'D' word," Caroline quipped.
"Not the word I'm thinking of, right?" Bonnie gritted. "I can't believe him! I wasn't even in the same room and he wants to say that."
"I know it was awful - the entire party stopped. He looked like a complete psychopath, you were the star of the evening and he said that about you I just ugh- I hate it so much, you have no idea."
"Um, well, thanks for telling I can kinda see why Stefan wouldn't right away, I'll talk to you later, Care."
The blonde said her goodbyes and Bonnie hangs up and instantly calls Stefan - they had some talking to do.