A/N: This is for the Bonnie Bennett's Femslash Celebration on Tumblr. Bad Grammar. Bad Language. Bad Bitches.

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Bonnie was finally done grading papers, and all she wanted to do was eat carbs and catch up on all her favorite shows she hasn't been able to watch this semester, but first, she needed to go to the grocery store. She was in the frozen food section, having just secured her ice cream. Now, she was looking for her favorite frozen pizza. She looked up when she heard laughing. It was a group of teenagers ransacking the ice cream section. She smiled at the girls. Bonnie needed to call Caroline to see what she and Stefan were up to. She grabbed her pizza and turned to head for the wine section when she ran into a cart.

"Excuse-" Bonnie bit her lip, acknowledging the woman. "Excuse me."

"You're excused," Greta said.

"Okay." Bonnie shook her head and walked off towards the alcohol. Running into Greta, her arch nemesis at work, was more proof that she needed to go home and binge-watch TV. They were out of her favorite brand of Prosecco and red blend, so Bonnie browsed the wine aisle.

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie turned, and Kai and his new girlfriend were standing there. It took everything in her not to roll her eyes, to sigh deeply. Somehow, she found a smile for her ex. He must be eating this up. They break up, and he was here with an Instagram model, and she was here shopping for one.

You know the guy you shouldn't date, the guy you know is a bad guy and is going to break your heart, but you can't help yourself. That was Kai. He was cute, charming, and smug, especially now. "Bonnie, funny running into you here. It's only eight p.m. Shouldn't you be buried in an ancient anthropological text in your office?"

"Semester's over. I'm celebrating. Hi, I'm Bonnie." Bonnie stuck out her hand to the woman since Kai wasn't going to introduce them. The woman barely shook her hand before moving in closer to Kai and threading her arm threw his. Bonnie looked down at their clasped hands. She stifled a giggle.

"Celebrating?" Kai made a show of peering into her handbasket and smirking. "Us too; we're headed to a party. You remember my dean. He has a house in Virginia Beach, right off the water. I would invite-"

"Bae, they were out of figs, so I got chocolate-covered strawberries, and pineapple," Greta said, plopping a carton of chocolate-covered strawberries in Bonnie's handbasket. "Did you get the wine?"

Bonnie stared at Greta holding the largest pineapple she had ever seen, her mouth agape. Greta gave her a look. Then Bonnie's brain started to work. Bonnie closed her eyes, trying to blink her way out of the twilight zone. Was Greta high? Bonnie hoped to partake herself, maybe she was already. That could only explain what was happening now- this nightmare.

"Oh, hey. You're Professor Parker; psychology, right?" Greta continued. "Dr. Greta Martin, philosophy." Greta stuck out her hand. "I didn't know you two knew each other, bae."

Everyone knew that Bonnie and Kai were dating because everyone gossiped about the major blow-up they had in Bonnie's office half a year ago. Bonnie was ignoring the pitying looks and whispers for weeks until the campus police came and arrested an admin in the president's office for embezzling a quarter of a million dollars. Long story short, it turned out Bonnie was too invested in her career to be the famed Dr. Malachai Parker's partner. He wanted a groupie now that his book had taken off in academic and public circles. He got his project funding, and he felt he needed a more dedicated partner. He wanted to get married and have kids. Bonnie was blindsided because they met as professionals -equals- at a faculty mixer. She was in the middle of finishing her book, running an extensive research project, and a prestigious grant committee was considering her as a finalist. It would be life-changing money, research on her own terms money. Her Black witch project could come to fruition.

"Uh yeah," Bonnie uttered, side-eyeing Greta. "We dated for a while."

Kai looked between the two women. "So, your- How long have you two been-"

"In love?" Greta smiled at Bonnie, grabbing her hand, and kissing the back of it. Fuck wine. Bonnie needed Tequila. "About five months."

Kai's eyes narrowed. "Five months. That's barely-"

"Kai, we're going to be late," his date said.

"Yeah, yes." Kai cleared his throat. "Happy holidays."

"Happy Holidays," Bonnie smiled. She gripped Greta's hand trying to steal strength from it. When Kai had disappeared, both women eyed one another and started snickering. "I can't believe you just did that." Bonnie covered her mouth still in shock. She turned to Greta. "Why did you do that? I thought you hated me."

"You did steal my funding."

"I did not steal your funding; my proposal was better, and you got the other grant."

"Not the point, besides that guy is an asshole. You're brilliant, and he's the kind of fucker who likes to dim your shine. Don't let him," Greta said, walking towards her cart.

She was right. Kai was an asshole, but Bonnie knew that before she got involved with him. She looked down into her handbasket. She suddenly had a gust of energy. "Hey." Bonnie walked over and placed the chocolate-covered strawberries back in Greta's cart. "What are you doing tonight? Do you have any plans? We could get a drink. Bury the hatchet."

Greta snorted. "What fun would that be? And I do have a thing." She pursed her lips. "But to be honest, it's going to be boring as fuck. What did you have in mind?"

-o0o-

This was not the night Bonnie had envisioned, but she did not mind the turn of events. After drinks at a bar and playing pool all night, where Greta kicked ass, they went back to Bonnie's place. They ate ice cream out of the container, gossiping about their co-workers' love lives and discussing the divine feminine, and then one flirtatious joke led to another until it felt like a dare. Greta wasn't the type of woman to back down from a dare, and Bonnie was too keyed up to back down herself, so now, Greta was crowding her space, in between her legs on the stool, pushing up Bonnie's pencil skirt.

The woman's nails gently scratched up Bonnie's thighs as the anthropologist moaned against Greta's lips. Greta palmed Bonnie's pussy nibbling on her shoulder. The anthropologist rocked against the woman's hand as Greta pressed into her. Greta got Bonnie's blouse open, pulling down her lace bra. Her head bowed lower, biting at Bonnie's nipples.

One thing Bonnie knew about her colleague was that her work was thorough and detailed. Greta sucked and licked and bit at her breast until Bonnie was soaking wet and about to explode. Bonnie's skirt was rucked around her waist. Her panties were on the floor. She did not care as Greta spread her open and sucked on her clit. Bonnie grabbed the woman's hair and rode her face until waves of pleasure were breaking over her. She let Greta go and pulled the woman up and kissed her, lapping her up.

It wasn't long before Bonnie's need built again. She got her shirt off and Greta's. She stood, taking off her skirt and peeling Greta's leather pants off her. She pulled Greta into her bedroom and onto the bed where they got tangled up as they moved against one another. Bonnie held Greta's leg just so and wound her hips creating delicious friction. Bonnie squeezed her breast, thumbing her erect nipples until the pressure started to build again until Greta was wreathing wildly under her. The woman stiffened and then screamed. Bonnie stuck her fingers in her mouth. Greta sucked on them until Bonnie was coming again.

-o0o-

"It's always the quiet ones," Greta said, putting on a boot.

"Shut up. That was-"

"Fun." Greta leaned over and kissed her.

Bonnie was not going to say it. She was going to let this night be enough. Greta was a colleague, a brilliant researcher in her own right. She was the expert on Hoodoo in South Carolina and Gullah-Geechee spirituality. Bonnie already had one office romance blow up in her face. She didn't want to be that colleague, but Greta was so fucking cool, and the sex was amazing. Bonnie clinched her mouth closed to keep from speaking.

Greta chuckled, looking at Bonnie's face. "Fine, Bennett. If you promise you can keep your shit together- no lovey-dovey stuff. I'll fuck you again."

"What you mean is I'll fuck you again."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself. We're colleagues with benefits. That's it."

"Colleagues with Benefits."

"Okay. I'll text you."

"Okay." Bonnie bit her lip. Greta was still lingering even though she had everything. Fuck it. "Wanna go get breakfast?"

"Sure."

I hope you enjoyed it!