A/N: SOOOO did not intend on taking so long to post part two of this! However, here is the second (and FINAL) part of this fic! I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. I love me some Bamon but I will definitely will have to try my hand at some Kennett, again, very soon. ;) Enjoy!
Just South of Heaven
"This is useless, Bonnie. I feel like we're just wasting our time."
Bonnie's eyes shot open, and she let out a short groan as she looked up from her seat on the ground, at a skeptical Damon Salvatore, who had this arms crossed over his chest. She licked her tongue over her teeth, as the impatient vampire leaned against a wall, and shook his head.
"It's been hours. Elena brought your witches' cookbook, you've got your voodoo candles, and still; nothing. I don't know how more standing around I should do," the vampire continued, and she rolled her eyes.
This had to be the most aggravating situation she'd ever been in, to be honest.
Not only was she trapped in this stupid room, for what felt, an eternity, Damon was getting antsy, and he wasn't making things any smoother. As least Kol had the decency to leave every few minutes, or quietly chuckle from his corner of the room, as he looked up from his book every so often.
Just like he was right now.
Bonnie never thought she'd think this, but maybe he could actually take a hint from the Original Brat.
"I'd rather die in a fire than give in," she said sharply, as she closed her eyes again, and pressed her palms together, in concentration. "I'm trying this spell, again, and it's gonna work."
"Or, what?" Damon asked, as he cocked his head, and she opened her eyes again. "Do you have the number to a 'Magic Hotline?'"
Bonnie slammed her grimoire shut in frustration, and Damon sighed in annoyance as he rolled his eyes, and retreated to his glass of bourbon, without any words at all.
"I just… need some more candles," Bonnie mumbled, as she suddenly rose to her feet, and Kol licked his lips as he looked up from his book.
"Wonderful. They'll set the mood, just right," he answered, and she scoffed, as she looked at Damon expectantly, and the vampire sighed.
"Fine. Candle duty. I'm on it," he answered, as he polished off his glass of alcohol, and then swiftly made his way out of the room.
Bonnie let out a sigh; it was a mixture of worry and relief, to be honest.
Bonnie didn't say anything else when Damon re-entered the bedroom, and Kol watched on as she sent him a short look of gratitude. When Bonnie began doing the spell again, Damon eyes never lifted from the witch, as he seemed to gaze on with not only intrigue but obvious admiration.
Kol smirked at that as he looked between the two, and cocked his head.
He could have fun with this.
"You know her quite well, eh?" Kol asked, as he moved from against the wall, and Bonnie inhaled as his steps neared her, in slow motion.
She forced herself to keep focused, but it was nearly impossible, as she felt Kol's eyes beginning to burn through her with such intensity, she could have sworn she'd felt the heat of a thousand suns.
Maybe even more.
When he appeared directly before her, she kept on a straight face of disinterest, as he stood silently, watching her. Kol didn't make her nervous, at all, but he definitely startled her, for some reason.
And not because he was a vampire; but because he had this element of surprise about him that she hadn't quite figured out as easily as she would have liked. He was impulsive; even slightly more so than the King of Impulsiveness—Mr. Damon Salvatore, himself—and he was unpredictable.
There was no telling what he would do next, and that kind of recklessness annoyed—yet fascinated—her, all at once.
She hated that she found this pompous, wild, irredeemable, and completely badgering pest of a vampire interesting.
She hated even more that she found said asshole quite striking. She didn't know why, but she did.
And that part unhinged her the most.
"So, Damon, since you know her so well," Kol began, as he folded his hands "Tell me—what do you suppose Bonnie will do if she can't figure out how to reverse the spell, hm? Will she… sit here, in a stark silence, until the curse lifts, or… will she take a chance on one of us?"
Damon's jaw ticked as he glanced into the chestnut eyes of the vampire before him, and took another sip of his newly refilled drink. When he polished it off, he placed it on Kol's dresser, and feigned a smile.
"You have no chance," Damon said flatly, and Kol's eyebrow rose in amusement. "You never did."
"Well, that's interesting," Kol said, as he moved in closer towards Damon, and smirk crept onto his face. "Because I clearly remember having one, last night. If anyone is 'out of chances,' Mr. Salvatore—it's you. Surely, Miss Bennett here quite vividly remembers the fact that you're in lust, or whatever, with her best friend who is now—coincidentally—sleeping with my sister, Rebekah. Wild turn of events, no, isn't it?"
Before Damon could reply, Bonnie jumped to her feet and placed both palms in the air.
She'd had enough of this.
"I'm right here!" she yelled, as she glanced viciously between the two, and huffed loudly. "No need to talk about me like I'm not, okay? If you're gonna talk about me just say it to me… I'm a big girl, despite what the two of you might think and I can handle you both without even thinking twice about it."
"Sure you can, darling, but it doesn't change the fact that you're always going to be here, until you make a choice," Kol grinned, and Bonnie shook her head. "You don't need to handle us both—you just need to choose one of us and send the other on his unlucky way."
"I'm not making a choice," she stated firmly, while shaking her head. "At least not between the two of you. I'm just gonna wait it out."
Bonnie bit her lip as she folded her arms over her chest, and walked over to the bottle of bourbon that sat on Kol's end table. She silently poured a glass, and exhaled longingly as she sat down on his bed and gulped it tiredly.
She'd made the mistake, last night, of bounding herself to this room, and she figured that she'd endure the consequences of staying in it. Maybe if she was bitchy enough, both Damon and Kol would leave her alone, and she could wait it out in peace.
She doubted that would happen, though. They were both masochists—and there was something they liked about the Bennett Witch reading them up and down like they were the Sunday paper.
Bonnie downed the glass, and then immediately poured another, as she sat there wordlessly, and Kol watched her with a sense of intrigue while she sipped on the alcohol.
Bonnie Bennett—or Miss Morals, as he liked to call her; she was an interesting little thing, if he were honest with himself, and watching her unravel this way had not only been fun but also quite educational.
What'd he'd learned over the years from being an ancient vampire, was that the purest of hearts were usually the ones that were dying to be tainted. Those who'd made their mark on the world by being good often envied the very bad, and the people who had the most desires—and wanted to commit the most sins—were often the ones who were just too afraid to just indulge it.
Bonnie Bennett was the quintessential good girl. She was an angel amongst beasts and a goddess amongst monsters. She was like the Mother Theresa of Mystic Falls, galloping around with a band of Vegas prostitutes, and secretly—she wanted to be more.
She wanted to be more than just little Jeremy Gilbert's on-again, off-again, or the third—and often ignored—member of Elena/Caroline Diaries.
No; Bonnie Bennett wanted to be at the center of somebody's triangle—she wanted her own harem. She wanted to be wanted, desired, chosen, and fought about.
No matter what Bonnie Bennett wanted to believe, she wanted that; and last night had been the first time she'd ever come close to it, sadly. Why? Well, that was beyond him, to be honest.
In Kol's opinion, once you got past her snarky attitude, vicious brain-melting spells, and general judgmental outlook on most things supernatural, Bonnie actually wasn't that bad. In fact—she was beautiful. Much more beautiful than the blind men in Mystic Falls gave her credit for; and she definitely deserved more than just being used as a plot for anyone's plans, or as a rebound, when her ex-boyfriend decided to cheat on her with Casper, the Friendly Ghost.
Bonnie was stunning; in each and every single sense of the word.
From those green eyes, to that long black hair—she was exotic. And as of last night, she could be fun, too.
Had it not been her, in her drunken courageousness, that suggested that the gang do another round of shots, until they all forgot their names?
Had it not been her who made a match between Elena and the Birthday Girl, before she proceeded to flirt with him and Damon, until they both agreed to follow her up to his room?
Kol remembered what it felt like when Bonnie pulled him in by the tie and kissed him; and he knew she remembered it now, too, as their eyes met every few minutes before the witch let out a sigh of frustration and poured herself another drink.
It felt like magic and power, as her lips formed against his continuously, and she smiled naughtily each time his fangs threatened to draw blood.
It felt like everything.
Kol continued to lean against the wall as he watched Bonnie with her legs folded, sitting atop his mattress.
She may have been able to resist Damon all this time, but surely, she wouldn't be able to resist him too, right?
After having a taste of her last night, he desperately wanted to take his chances. He desperately wanted her.
"Please stop staring at me like I'm a piece of meat," Bonnie said in Kol's direction, and the vampire raised a brow as he met her serious eyes. "I don't appreciate it."
"You sure about that?" Kol challenged, as he took a step in towards the witch and she continued to watch his eyes with such graveness, he was sure she would turn him to stone if she could. "You like it when people pay attention to you, don't you? You crave being the one that others set their eyes on… Because you feel inferior to those other two girls you call your best friends, right?"
"I can take down a vampire just as easily as I can spot one," she said. "There is no competition."
"You didn't answer the question, love—"
"That's because she doesn't have to," Damon chimed in and Kol met his eyes. "Is this what you're gonna do for the next few hours? Berate Witchy about why she's friends with Elena and Caroline?"
"And is this what you're going to do, Damon?... Play infant vampire bodyguard, until the spell ultimately lifts and you go back to pining over that Mary Sue doppelganger, with the doe eyes and the long brown hair?" Kol shot back as Damon ticked his jaw. "Y'know, as a vampire who boasts about how big and bad he is, I expected you to do better than someone as drab as her. I thought your story would be more interesting."
Damon stood to his feet at that with a smirk as he cracked his fist and headed in Kol's direction.
"This infant has kicked your ass once; and I can gladly do it again."
"But you won't. Because Elena; she'll be mad if you cause a ruckus while her best friend is forced to stand in-between it… It always comes right back to her, doesn't it?"
Damon vamped over to Kol and before his hand could even wrap around his neck, The Original had him pinned to the floor with his teeth snarling. Damon stared at him angrily as Kol tightened his grip and Bonnie stood to her feet as she prepared to stop the fight.
"Now this, Damon—you see this? This is interesting. You saying to hell with that baby vampire girl and finding yourself within a scuffle with an Original, right after sleeping with a powerful Bennett Witch and having the time of your life… That is the Damon Salvatore I heard about, when I asked Niklaus who I should be wary of. You used to be a badass—now? You're nothing more than a puppy."
Damon sent a sharp knee to Kol's gut and The Original doubled over in pain as the younger rose to his feet, snatched a ply of wood off of the bed post and held the makeshift stake over his heart.
"I know this won't kill you, but I pray to God it shuts you up."
"Damon!" Bonnie yelled, just as he shoved the stake through Kol's stomach and The Original retaliated by yanking it right out and aiming it at Damon's neck.
Damon snarled in response as Kol held him up against a wall, and he dragged the wood slowly across his throat.
"Just because I said it made you interesting doesn't mean it made you smart," Kol said and Damon groaned softly as his blood trickled down his skin and The Original watched with satisfaction as it absorbed into his shirt. "Quit while you're ahead, Mr. Salvatore."
"Speak for yourself," they heard, and Kol turned around to see Bonnie with both palms raised as she proceeding to fry his brain and he yelled in frustration as he let Damon go and held onto his head tightly before dropping to his knees; Damon did as well.
"Bonnie, your magic," Damon said between teeth and the girl went harder at that as she looked into their frantic eyes.
"I don't care at this point," she said bravely. "I can do this forever—and I will—if you two don't stop… I've already gotta suffer with the consequences of my actions. Now, you will, too."
Damon and Kol both watched on as the door slammed shut and the curtains to the windows pulled in,while Bonnie continued to employ her strength with little regard left.
"I can make this hell for you, too," she said between her teeth as she bounced back and forth between their eyes. "I can make this the worst few hours of your lives if you don't listen to me."
When Bonnie finally stopped, Damon and Kol both coughed painfully as they both lay on their backs and the witch found her place again on the bed; with a newly filled glass of bourbon in hand and murder in her eyes, as she stare between them.
Bonnie took another sip and neither Kol or Damon said a word as they both sat on the floor against the wall. Anger and resentment were apparent in their eyes but to be honest, she didn't really care.
If she was in hell, then they were too. End of fucking story.
As the clock continued to tick on and her drink began to shrink away, she could only hope for one thing; that her threat was enough and that she wouldn't have to use her powers like that again.
Because her will was already breaking and her resistance, subtlety cracking.
And when that was gone, the only thing that she would have left was the feeling of either Damon or Kol's body against hers, as she ravaged them completely—succumbing to the law of her spell, once and for all, just as nature had intended.
She swallowed hard.
Or worse.
She could have them both; again.
She could feel the ease of Damon's fangs sinking into her shoulders and Kol's, into her thighs, as she screamed, moaned, and cursed so loudly, she was sure the neighbors would think she was getting murdered, though she was really just getting what she asked for.
What she craved for.
Bonnie shook her head viciously to clear her mind of the indecent thoughts and she took another sip of her drink as Kol and Damon both continued to remain silent; officially pissed that they were now bound to this room, as well.
But there was no way in hell she was fucking them both.
XXXXX
Twelve hours, thirty-five minutes, and fifty-four seconds, Damon counted, as he opened his eyes again to the room that had become his prison and he groaned.
It felt like they still had an eternity left to go.
The vampire rose to his feet—for the thousandth time—and poured another cup of bourbon and swallowed it down hard; as he watched Bonnie laying down, with eyes wide awake, and Kol reading a book in the corner, without a hint of interest in his eyes.
This sucked.
It was bad that he was already staying in this goddamn room because of Bonnie, but now, he literally couldn't leave at all.
Bonnie risked the punishment of extending her stay by bounding he and Kol to her after their fight and he guesstimated that they had roughly about six more hours to go before any of them would see the free world again.
In other words, they were fucked. And no, not literally.
Bonnie couldn't chastise Elena for her horribly delinquent decision to sleep with Barbie Klaus, herself. Neither could she ask Caroline just what the hell led to her not only banging Saint Stefan, but the Hybrid King too. She could always call her friends to the doorway to talk but Bonnie already asked them to stop visiting.
She didn't want them to through the torture with her; and—obviously enough—she was embarrassed to even be in such a situation. There was no way she wanted to stare at Elena or Caroline for the next some-odd hours, as they sat on the other side of freedom—serving as a constant reminder that she fucked up big time.
Kol and Damon's presence was enough; she didn't want to be further reminded of her scandalous mistakes.
Damon sat down on the bed beside Bonnie—her legs extended beside him and he sighed as he looked down at her.
Kol was right, if he were honest—his growing fascination with the Bennett Witch was far different than what he felt for Elena, and until last night, he just couldn't understand why. But now he did; and he hadn't stopped thinking about it, since he woke up this morning and saw her beautiful face.
Bonnie represented everything he couldn't have; everything he never wanted, but desired, all at the same time. True—he was into Elena; it was no secret to her or anyone that Little Miss Gilbert held onto a firm piece of his heart.
But Bonnie?
She could have had the whole piece, if she wanted it; if Bonnie wanted him, he knew that he'd feel no other urge than to want her back.
Because girls like her didn't go for guys like him. Girls like her hated him.
He'd always been into Elena because deep down, despite his best acts of denial, he knew he had a chance; because Elena, like Katherine, was far more selfish than she let on.
Though they were different, there was one very big nuance that both doppelgangers shared, and it was the fact that they liked having both Salvatores at their disposal—despite how much Elena seemed to distaste what Katherine embraced.
Elena wanted him, too. She was destined to fall for him. Bonnie on the other hand, wasn't. Bonnie wasn't meant to fall for anyone like him—Bonnie was meant to hate him, feud with him, and then kill him; just like any other witch with a pulse and brain would have done.
So, the fact that she hadn't; the fact that just last night, she pushed him against a wall, pulled his arms through his shirt, and kissed him, as if his lips could provide her very last breath stunned him.
Bonnie wanted him, at some point—whether it was unconscious or not—and that made him feel good.
It made him feel better than ever.
Because for once, he wasn't sharing "the girl," with Stefan—though he considered Kol perhaps an even deadlier threat; and being with Bonnie felt like an actual chance to break free of the Stefan-Elena monotony that he had grown so accustomed to.
Having sex with Bonnie felt like some sort of relief, he recalled; as her fingers dug straight into his back, and she whispered hot things into his ear—things he didn't know little Bonnie Bennett was even capable of.
This girl who hated him—despised him, even—also yearned for him, within some capacity of her soul, and for now, he was holding onto that.
He was holding onto the fact that he had been good enough for someone—even if only for a night—and it had been the only thing to get him through these past few hours.
Because in Bonnie's silence was also her undisclosed craving; and part of that craving was for him.
"What do you want?" Bonnie asked a bit hastily, as she noticed Damon staring at her, right before she let out a deep exhale. "The bourbon's almost gone, which I guess is a mistake on my part; I should have gotten you or Kol get some more."
"When? Before you sealed us all in here like mummies in a pyramid?" he asked jokingly as she sighed. "I wouldn't worry about; Saint Ancient over there is getting just fine with his book and you and I are… surviving. Right?"
Bonnie shrugged at that as she bounced her eyes away from his and towards the ceiling. If it were her choice, she'd be out of here by now; but it was too late for choices.
Especially when she had left hers in the hands on magic; she didn't even know what to do with herself other than wallow at this point.
Bonnie's concentration broke when she felt Damon tracing a faint line across her wrist with the tip of finger—trailing all along her forearm before he circled back to her palm.
She looked over at him as she continued to lay back; when Damon's eyes finally met hers, he didn't seem the least bit apologetic.
"What are you doing?"
"I am surveying dinner options," he said honestly as her brows furrowed and Bonnie's eyes widened. "You don't really expect me to survive on a glass of bourbon for the next six hours do you?"
Bonnie scoffed at that as she snatched her wrist away and shook her head. She should have known it always spelled bad news when Damon as being nice to her; there was always a fucking catch with this guy.
"I expect you to survive on less," she shot back as he pouted. "I know how you vamps operate; and I know that a few hours with no blood or booze might leave you weakened but you won't die… Unfortunately."
Damon narrowed his eyes at that as he continued to look down at Bonnie; the sound of her heart beating was filling his ears, and the smell of the sweet aroma pumping through her veins was overtaking his senses.
Sure, he could survive on nothing for the next few hours, but why would he want to? Better yet—why should he have to?
He was a vampire after all, and vampires didn't ask their prey to set up a convenient feeding time that worked with their schedule. They just fucking did it.
But as tempted as he was to point out that tidbit, he just couldn't; because she was Bonnie Fucking Bennett. And when it came to Bonnie, he had a little thing in him that he liked to call respect.
And if he was going to do this, it was going to be on Bonnie's terms.
He actually wanted to make sure of that.
Damon shifted I his seat and he watched as Kol looked up from his book every so often to check the progress of the younger vampire and the witch sitting beside him.
He chuckled softly at the fact that "ladies man" Damon Salvatore literally had nothing when it came to impressing an actual challenge that came in the form of Bonnie Bennett.
Every other woman he'd wooed or lured into his advances? Those were child's play.
And Bonnie was far from being a child. He wondered just how long it would take Damon to figure this one out. He was even mentally placing bets on it.
Damon exhaled as he finally finished his drink and lay down beside Bonnie. The witch continued to stare up at the ceiling—as if it would suddenly change if she stared at it hard enough. She knew that she could change it, in any other normal circumstance, but tonight she was limited.
Tonight, she was almost human, and though it was annoying, there was something kind of poetic about that. There was something uncanny in the fact that she couldn't be anybody's magic wand; that she was just as fucked as the rest of them.
She didn't like it, but she didn't hate it. She may have actually preferred it, now that she thought about it. It was forcing her to see herself as a human being; it was forcing her to recognize the fact that she was not invincible—no matter how many badass spells she could cast.
She was still just Bonnie Bennett; and Bonnie Bennett was just a human sometimes.
Bonnie Bennett couldn't always be a witch.
Bonnie breathed softly before she turned to face Damon; who was still staring up at the plain white ceiling—deep in thought, as she was sure his mind was floundering with thoughts of Elena, Stefan, and rightfully being anywhere but here.
She couldn't blame him, she realized; Damon had been the most restless and spontaneous of the group; never sitting still for more than a minute, as he busied his mind with plots, schemes, and ideas that Bonnie was usually the muscle behind.
She and Damon had been a team—a partnership, almost—and without them both, she was sure her friends and Mystic Falls would crumble, as far as they knew it.
Whenever anything had to get done, he was the first person that she called; and vice versa. They depended on one another.
And perhaps maybe a bit too much last night, for comfort, as her mind flashed to them making out and his undressing her from all of her clothes.
Bonnie cleared her throat nervously but didn't say a word.
Why think about that when it was never going to happen again, right?
The witch shifted again as she still lay beside him, and after a fleeting sense of hesitation, she finally turned to face him. Damon looked over at her curiously as she met his eyes.
She'd honestly never stared at him for so long.
"Here," she said boldly, as she offered her wrist in his direction and Damon's brows furrowed as Bonnie sighed. "I don't watch you desiccate; and I don't want to be responsible for the poor human lives that';ll be lost when you're 'forced' to go out on a feeding rampage when this is all over… Drink."
Damon stared at her with surprise about that as he finally sat up and looked down at the girl who was holding up her wrist unashamedly in his direction. And she actually didn't look afraid at all.
That part quietly amazed him.
Because the last time he fed on Bonnie Bennett, it had been against her will; when he attacked her/Emily in the woods. He never actually intended to hurt her, but as his rage took over, he found himself piercing his teeth through her flesh; hungrily lapping up her blood before he quickly dismissed her to the ground and quietly stared at her near lifeless body.
He'd given that same body his own blood when the witches brainwashed her and left her to Alaric; where the newly turned vampire fed on her then left her for dead. It was then that Damon awoke from his aneurysm stupor, bit into his own skin, and fed her the cure that would save her life.
Oh, how far they had come.
From hate, to teamwork, to reluctance friendship, to something else.
He didn't know if those were Bonnie's only intentions—"not watching his desiccate"—but he was going to take what he could get. And right now, that was a free meal.
Amen for that.
"Sit up," Damon said as he looked into her eyes and Bonnie snorted.
"Excuse you?"
"Bonnie, sit up please," he corrected himself as the witch followed his eyes. "If you want to make this a clean and satisfying experience, it'd be better if your blood was dripping down your arm with my teeth thrashing into your skin. I'm just trying to make this fun for all of us."
Bonnie groaned as she sat up and let out an annoyed breath as she faced him; her wrist extended again in his direction; she felt Kol watching on silently.
"How about now? Go ahead."
Damon surveyed her wrist for a moment with contemplative eyes before glancing at her again and offering another unnecessary request.
"I want the neck," he replied. "It's easier—less of a clean-up—"
"No," she said firmly with serious eyes. "You don't get to choose, Damon. You can have my wrist or nothing at all."
"It seems the lady has spoken," Kol finally spoke up, as the two turned to meet his eyes, and his lips were donned with an obvious smirk. "And she wants you nowhere near her throat. That's none too surprising, if you ask me."
"You're still alive? And here I was, thinking that you finally died or something," Damon snapped back and Bonnie rose a hand.
"Another word and it'll be a replay of before. I mean it."
Both Kol and Damon quieted themselves as Bonnie finally turned back towards the raven-haired vampire and met his eyes with obvious disdain.
Sometimes she hated that she cared so damn much.
"Why the neck? Just give me a good reason."
"It's cleaner, like I said. Easier for me—because of your carotid artery. And it might feel nicer too; since you can literally sit there with my support. Arms tend to cramp when you have to hold them in a specific position for feeding. The bite mark is also probably more 'attractive.'"
"I'm not going for glamour points. I just want you to get it over with."
"The neck then," he repeated. "In and out—like it never even happened. It doesn't take as long and I'll only need just a sip."
Bonnie huffed at that before sat up straighter and studied his eyes.
She obviously wanted no part in being Damon's dinner selection but it was looking like she didn't have much of a choice. The last thing she wanted to do was spend the next few hours in a room with a hungry vampire. Damon was already a big baby, as it is. She imagined him without blood in his system and deducted that he'd be a pain in the ass and a half.
This wasn't the time or place to deal with that; she'd be a big girl, let him feed, and then let him shut the fuck up.
And he'd never ever ask her to do this again; for as long as his non-life continued.
"Fine. The neck it is. Go ahead and make it fast."
"Seriously?" Kol asked in disbelief as he looked at Bonnie and she met his eyes. "You're gonna let this man feed on your blood right before me?"
"I'm sorry, but when did I become the live-in sous chef? You didn't ask," Bonnie replied, as she adjusted her position for Damon's fangs and cocked her head. "Not my job and not my problem."
Kol growled lowly as he watched Damon cradle Bonnie by the back of the head before slowly elongating his fangs and finally testing them along her skin.
Bonnie flinched gently and he stopped—waited for her to give the okay to proceed—before she finally nodded and Damon's teeth pierced into her slowly, like never before.
Bonnie closed her eyes to mask the involuntary look of elation that crossed her lips as Damon began to suck away at her skin, and she breathed in a deep breath as she felt his fingers float through her hair; gripping her tightly as his mouth worked itself along the vein.
It'll be just for a minute, she reminded herself—though she was quickly losing track of the seconds as the went past; each pull turning to a lick and turning back into another pull.
She opened her eyes briefly—maybe to tell him to stop—but she found herself staring at Kol, who was still across the room—as angry but interested as ever, as he watched The Salvatore draining her life source slowly but surely.
Bonnie inhaled and she felt her heart come to a slower beat but she didn't tell him to stop.
She didn't want him to, she realized, as her finger now grasped around his neck and Damon let out a soft growl when she gently clutched his skin.
He pulled away on his own, as he looked into her eyes and Bonnie didn't say a word as she watched the thick red remnants of her blood dripping on his lips. She felt weak—and slightly dizzy, perhaps—but she was conscious enough to recognize the feeling in the pit of her core that awakened her when his tongue slowly crossed over his bottom lip and gently lapped the substance into his mouth.
His eyes remained on Bonnie's as his thumb cleaned the corner of his mouth and she cleared her throat as she looked down; ashamed at the fact that somewhere, deep inside of her, she enjoyed that.
She was even more embarrassed that the part of her that liked it so much wasn't even that deep.
It was just about making its way to her surface.
Bonnie finally looked back into Damon's eyes as she distanced her thoughts and she put on her business mask, as she finally opened her mouth to speak again.
"Good enough?"
Damon didn't move or say anything for a second before finally nodding his head with approval; Bonnie internally sighed—both happy and depressed at the fact that she was done.
"Thank you."
Bonnie didn't say a word as she met Kol's eyes—his were bristling with annoyance—as she went to stand up but she felt Damon pull her back. Bonnie stared at him with question before he finally bit into his own wrist and she watched as his blood now trickled onto his skin.
Her eyes widened.
"I made you weak so I have to make you strong," he said as she looked down and then back into his eyes. "It's only fair."
"I—I'm fine," she lied, though her head felt dizzier as the seconds went on and her movements weaker the deeper she inhaled. "I'm supernatural; I'll heal—"
"He's right, you know," Kol interrupted, and Bonnie's stared at him with surprise; shock, even, that he was actually taking Damon's side. "You'll feel much better if you just drink a little bit… Have at it, Bonnie. It's not very often that a vampire cares enough to offer, you know."
Bonnie swallowed at that as she met Damon's stare; he lifted his glance away from Kol just in time to catch hers and he nodded.
He cared enough to heal her. Should she take that as her fucking badge of honor?
She'd take his wrist, instead.
Bonnie moved cautiously as she held onto Damon's hand—surveying it as best as she could, before finally placing it to her lips and shutting her eyes again.
And this time, she felt even better than she had before.
As her mouth engulfed his skin, and her lips sucked against his vein, it felt like she was literally bringing the life back into herself. She gripped Damon's hand so tightly, she was sure she could probably bruise him if she tried hard enough.
She didn't care.
This blood—the first time she was having blood that wasn't being fed to her while she was nearly passed out and unconscious—was delightful. Bitter with most pulls, but sweet with others; Damon's blood was addictive and just as she had quietly imagined it to be.
Dark, fascinating, dangerous—just like him.
The feeling of tasting vampire blood through her own free will gave an all new spin on this and to be quite honest, she wanted more.
If only she wasn't her and that type of thing wouldn't be ludicrous.
This wasn't her thing, nor was it her lifestyle, she remembered, as she finally detached her lips from his skin and Damon sent her a bit of a surprised smile that she actually drank so much. Bonnie gulped down the last bit of blood that was lingering in her mouth before she felt the mess that haunted her lips, and she—anxiously—attempted to wipe it away.
Damon stopped her hands with a smile once he noticed the look behind her panicked eyes.
"Please; allow me, Judgy."
Bonnie sat completely still as Damon slowly swiped his pointer along her lips just before opening his own mouth and sucking free the remainder of blood. Bonnie didn't say anything—she didn't even move—as he continued to rid her mouth and chin of the contents; she felt seemingly paralyzed as she watched him working and somehow, she knew that he knew it.
For, he was taking his sweet time—dabbing her lips, filching her chin, and finally, cleaning the corner of her lips.
He finally smiled when he was all done.
"I didn't know you had it in you," Damon whispered, as his hand softly rested against her own—his thumb caressing her skin. "Maybe you were a vampire in your past life," he said.
Bonnie sighed at that as she heard Kol stand to his feet and Damon looked up to see The Original nearing the bed. He took his place just behind Bonnie and ran a hand slowly up the girl's spine and to her hair; her eyes softly fluttered as his fingers tickled her scalp and he met Damon's eyes.
The Salvatore didn't look amused.
"How about a massage, darling?" Kol asked, as his hands continued to work her skin. "Now that you're alive and well. Your reward for working so hard to help Poor Damon, over here."
"That isn't necessary—" Bonnie started and stopped when both of his hands dipped far onto her lower back and the feeling of relaxation barreled over her like water from a showerhead; she closed her eyes. "Oh."
"I must warn you that I'm pretty good at this," Kol whispered, as his fingers eased over her spine and Bonnie swallowed hard as she tried to fight the pleasure that she felt as his hands moved over her at a slow but firm pace.
She reopened her eyes when she felt hands cradling her face; they were Damon's. She nodded at him gently as his thumbs stroked her cheeks. He didn't say a word as he moved in towards her neck again—this time, with no teeth, as his lips planted soft kisses along her skin, while his hands ran into her hair.
Her throat itched.
What the hell was she doing—again—getting between vampires? Was she seriously losing it, letting this go down once more? Hadn't she learned her lesson last night? Why was she so easily allowing a repeat?
Bonnie pushed both Damon and Kol away as she stood to her feet and raised a finger. Both men stared at her innocently though she knew they were anything but.
She groaned.
"This isn't becoming a thing, guys—where we do things," she fumbled while they didn't say a word. "I don't really remember what happened last night—thankfully—and I certainly don't want any do overs. I just… wanna leave."
"So feel something, Bonnie," Kol urged as he stood to his feet and neared her. "Feel something genuine towards myself or Damon… Get yourself out of here—you're going mad being cooped up for so long."
"I'd rather go crazy than feel anything for either of you," she spat as she backed into the wall and tightened her jaw. "You can both go to hell."
"Not unless you promise to meet us there," Kol replied as Bonnie trembled—her eyes never lifted from the vampire as he neared her so slowly, she was sure she was going to die before she got there. "Say the words Bonnie, and you'll be free. Admit that you want me or Damon."
Bonnie looked between them quickly and shook her head.
No. There was no way.
"Just… say it and then go, Bonnie," Damon replied with exasperation as he stood up as well. "It'll be our little secret."
"There's no such thing as a secret when three people are in on it," Bonnie shot back. "I… don't want you, Kol… And I don't want you either, Damon."
Neither man said it, but disappointment filled the room—and their faces—before they both finally retreated to their waiting spots and Bonnie sighed as they sat down.
Despite the blood sharing, the massage, the coaxing, and the teasing, she didn't want one of them and Bonnie wanted more than anything to hold onto her last shred of dignity, as if it were the only thing that she had left.
Because regardless of what they thought they knew about women in general, they didn't know Bonnie as well as they hoped.
So it was an even bigger surprise to them when the witch made her way back over to the bed, tucked her feet beneath her, and slowly—but surely—pulled off her shirt.
When she tossed it to the ground both Damon and Kol looked at each other in confusion as she sat only in her bra and jeans—staring at them equally, before she tucked a strand behind her ear and addressed them evenly.
With her olive eyes illuminated, and her mocha skin glowing, Bonnie began to unbutton her jeans as they both watched on. She slowly slid them down her thighs and held them with only her index finger until finally, she let them fall to the floor.
Her black bra and lace underwear were fully exposed now, as she slid back and shyly propped herself onto her elbows—her glare never dropped. And neither did either of theirs.
"What the hell are you doing, Judgy?" Damon asked in a low, husky tone; he didn't even try to hide the fact that his mouth was salivating—and Bonnie didn't know how, but that turned her on even more; the fact that he wanted her.
They both did.
"I don't want either of you because I want the both of you," she admitted as Damon's eyes went wide and Kol's smirk grew. "I don't want to choose. And I won't. Not even if you try to make me."
Bonnie waited a moment, after her startling confession to close her eyes; mentally shaming herself for being so sick and needy in the head that she couldn't just choose one—because she wanted them both.
She needed them both.
Damon, for his aggressive yet calculated actions and motions that'd sent her into a dizzy last night; and Kol, for his dramatic and undoubtedly over the top flair.
She liked that they both had separate ways of handling her. And right now, she craved both.
"Is this some sort of trick?" Kol asked as he stepped in boldly, but kept a safe and far distance all the same. "If we make a move to oblige you, are you going to turn around and attack us for even beginning to take you seriously?"
"He's right," Damon said smoothly as he met Kol's eyes before cracking his knuckles and feigning a grin. "We don't trust you. You haven't given us a reason to."
"Really?" Bonnie asked in an irritated tone as she looked between the two vampires and neither one of them made it a point to say a word. "I'm the most untrustworthy person in the room? How did that happen?"
"Your magic, Little Witch," Kol said as his chestnut eyes found hers and Bonnie let out a frustrated sigh. "Let's just say it's given us just reason to be wary of this…peculiar request."
Bonnie scoffed at that as she sat up again and folded her arms over her chest.
So, before, when she didn't want to have sex with them, they were on board. Now that she did want it, they were denying her requests? Just what the hell did it take for a girl to get some around here, when she was most definitely asking for it?
Bonnie Bennett had yet to unlock the mystery.
"I'm telling you that I want it—to sleep with you both," she said angrily as she glanced into their eyes and shook her head with annoyance. "Why is that so hard to believe? I did it yesterday."
"No offense, but you were fun yesterday," Damon answered. "Today? Meh."
"Meh, indeed," Kol replied and she scoffed.
Bonnie took in a deep breath as her eyes narrowed in his direction; her infuriation at the fact that they didn't believe her coupled with her sexual frustration was turning her into a ticking time bomb that was ready to blow.
Last night, she'd been so much of a "bad girl," that they couldn't believe that she was disgusted with the fact that she slept with them when she awoke this morning. But now, she was too much of a "good girl," to request a repeat of the same thing?
Was there ever any winning in this god forsaken patriarchy that masked itself as life?
Bonnie huffed when she flicked her cat-like eyes in both their directions as they watched her quietly before she finally pulled Kol's covers over her frame and lay beneath the blankets all the way up to her chin.
She could always make them want her—whether she used her powers or not. And right now? She was thinking she'd ought to go about this the old-fashioned way.
"Why are you wrapped up in my quilt as if you're making yourself a cocoon?" Kol asked and Bonnie sent him a bitter smile.
"If you two aren't man enough to help me with my little situation, I figure I can just take care of it myself," Bonnie answered. "It's not like I'm any stranger to that. I dated Jeremy Gilbert. And while he was too busy screwing ghosts, I had to screw myself."
Damon let out a soft chuckle and Bonnie stared at him expectantly before he cleared his throat and shrugged. The venom in her stare never faded.
"By all means, Bonnie, go ahead."
"Why are you being so smug about it Damon? Who's the judgmental one now?"
"I'm not judging," he answered as he took a seat across the room at Kol's desk—his palms both rose defenselessly. "I just never thought Saint Bonnie had it in her. I didn't realize nuns had trouble like the rest of us combating the sexual fever."
"Hm," Bonnie said simply, as she unbuckled her bra beneath the blanket and pulled it out swiftly for both men to see before she tossed it to the ground. "Seems neither of you know me as well as you think, then."
Kol and Damon could do nothing but watch on with folded arms as they both saw Bonnie's hands dip beneath the blanket and towards her hips as her eyes closed and she let out a satisfied breath between her thinly parted lips.
Her movements—though blocked by the fabric barrier that censored her frame—were fluid and definitely recognizable, as she continued to move her hands up, down, and around, while they watch on with heated enticement and definite temptation.
It wasn't long before two watched her arch her back, slip a hand completely down her leg, and toss aside the black underwear that seemed to be the only thing standing between her and her pleasure.
Kol licked his lips but didn't move an inch when Bonnie's eyes opened briefly; a moan gently escaped her mouth. Damon's blue eyes darted to meet her own and she glanced at him softly before shutting her own again, and getting back to work.
If that didn't make his everything throb, then he didn't know what did. His head—both of them—was pulsating. And if he didn't get some relief soon, there was no telling what we would do.
He just knew who he wanted to do.
Bonnie let out another sharp moan as she continued to work herself; this time, louder, as she lay against the mattress—her fingers moving at an increased rhythm and pace, while she continued to flutter her eyes open then shut.
The curiosity of who was indeed watching piquing her interest each and every time.
She groaned deeply before slightly ripping away a portion of the blanket—somewhat exposing herself as her hands continued work down her body and Damon swallowed hard.
It was absolute torture pretending not to be affected by a beautiful woman playing with herself, right in front of his face, for both he and Kol's eyes to see.
He'd believed he'd had "willpower;" that he had strength and determination when it came to these situations, but that wasn't true—not when it came to little Bonnie Bennett, anyway.
She was untouchable—she was the kind of girl who made you want to wait for it, work for it and earn it. She was the type who could lure you into bed with her and still, you'd feel as though you were unworthy. Because nothing matched her.
Not any other women, and certainly not he or Kol.
No.
She was a masterpiece—all on her own. A fine work of art, that he'd been so lucky to experience last night and now, observe today.
He knew he'd never be "good enough" for what she needed or what she deserved, but should he let that minor discretion stop him? Especially when her eyes were so inviting and her body was—well—begging for some sort of relief?
Surely, he couldn't leave her out to dry, all on her own, right?
Damon took in a breath before finally walking in towards Bonnie and sitting at the side of the bed, right beside her torso. Her eyes opened instantly when his hands stopped her own and she glared at him curiously when he offered a smirk beyond his succinct eyes.
"It looks like you could use some help," he said.
"I was doing just fine on my own," she replied breathlessly.
"We'll see about that," he answered.
Bonnie took in a deep breath as she felt Damon's fingers replace her own and her muscles tightened when he leaned down, tilted her chin, and offered her a deep, long kiss.
Her hands took hold of the back of his head as she eagerly pulled him, until he was completely on top of her—hungrily lapping up her lips and burying his fingers so deeply into her, each breath she let out threatened to be mixed with a moan.
Damon gently—but authoritatively—yanked the blanket away and Bonnie let out a sharp gasp as he pushed his pointer and middle finger into her harder—his thumb expertly circulating just where it needed to be, as she had to fight the urge to come right then and there—
She wanted to make him work for it. And Damon knew how to work, alright.
Call it years of experience, or call it his fine attention to detail—Damon knew exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman and though she liked to bust his chops about a lot of things, this definitely did not make the list as one of them.
As husky breaths escaped her lips, and his mouth swallowed her own—stifling most of the noises from coming out—Bonnie was steadfast on her way to the best orgasm she'd probably experience in her entire life.
Because there was no way she was doing this again—no matter how good it felt or how horny she could be. Damon Salvatore was trouble and always would be. And she wasn't looking for trouble; not after tonight. She just really, really wanted to get off. And she was well on her way towards that. Except—
"Kol," Bonnie said between kisses, as Damon separated from her lips and she looked into his eyes as he stood across the room. "I guess you're sitting this one out?"
Kol slightly laughed at that as he pulled his hands out of his pockets and walked over towards Bonnie's body, as she lay pulsating against the bed, with Damon's fingers still buried deeply between her thighs. Damon bit his lip at the fact that Bonnie was even paying attention to the Original Bastard, but each time she gripped his hair to let him know he was doing a good job, he calmed himself.
Sharing was care—it could be fun.
"I'm not much of a team player," Kol replied as he flashed Damon an unflappable look before looking back to Bonnie, herself. "I'd rather have you all to myself."
"That's a pity then," Bonnie replied, as her hands coursed over her chest slowly before she gave herself a firm squeeze while glancing into his eyes. "Because those could use some attention, I think."
Kol licked his tongue across his teeth and Damon took a break from sucking at Bonnie's neck to look into his eyes and offer him a slight nod.
"If you don't do it, there's nothing stopping me from seizing the opportunity all by myself… And we both know you don't want that."
Kol huffed silently. He didn't want that at all.
He didn't Damon's hands on his Bonnie, and he surely didn't want to share her with the infantile any more than he already had but—really—did he have much of a choice at this point?
Bonnie had been quite clear about what she wanted-and it wasn't just him; it was them both.
And who was he to ever deny a woman any of her wishes? Especially a witch; he held them in even higher esteem than anyone else. Was he truly going to let his stubbornness get in the way of showing Bonnie another good time, just like she wanted? Was he really going to let Damon Salvatore collect all of the spoils, when he'd worked just as hard for this, too, being trapped for hours in this room?
The answer was no, as Kol climbed swiftly onto his bed and buried his lips against Bonnie's breasts—eliciting a sigh of approval as she removed one hand from Damon's hair to grab onto Kol's—so tightly, she damn near could have pulled every strand out.
His tongue moved quickly and silently as it drew circles over her deep brown skin; sucking in some parts and flicking in others as the witch clamped her nails against his skull, pulling him in ever so tightly.
Bonnie felt her eyes close and nearly roll to the back of her head as she had Damon, on one side, still circling his fingers within her core at a smooth and even pace, while Kol, on the other side, ravaged her chest as if it were a five-course meal.
If she could pick one word to describe it, she'd choose liberation; because that was what she felt, in this very moment, pushed between two vampires, and enjoying pleasure on both ends as they worked to satisfy her, all at once.
She felt free for one of the first times in her life. She felt in control. And though she knew this was the last time—it had to be—that she'd ever let something like this happen, she was totally fine with that because being the center of something was all that she wanted. And she could go back to her lame-as-shit life knowing that even if it was just for tonight, she let it happen once and she'd have no regrets about it.
She put herself first, just this once.
Bonnie snapped out of her thoughts as she felt her body begin to quiver—signifying the beginning to her end—and Damon and Kol both stopped—almost simultaneously—as they looked at her justly without saying a word.
Bonnie scoffed as she looked between them and no one said anything, though she was sure the humming from her veins was enough to provide the soundtrack for the night.
"What? Why are…Why did you both stop?" she asked as her eyes darted back and forth, with surefire petulance. "I was just about to—"
"We know," both Kol and Damon said in unison as her green eyes glowed and the Original cleared his throat before he continued alone. "But surely, Damon and I can do you one better if this is to be the 'last time' you let us do this, right?" he asked as he faced the Salvatore who was wearing an easy smirk.
"We can do a lot better," he replied, and Bonnie's brow rose as she watched him pull off his shirt and toss it behind, as if he couldn't be bothered to keep up with his wardrobe at all. "Question is, are you going to let us, Bonnie?"
Bonnie swallowed hard as she glanced between both Kol and Damon and she coughed silently when the Original tore off his shirt as well and she was faced with a pair of bare chests and immoral smiles so wide, she was now convinced that someone fucked up on a family tree somewhere down the line and these were the two who were actually related; it could only explain how they'd been shareholders of the same one-track mind.
Bonnie eased against the headboard as Damon stood to his feet first and unbuckled his belt before sliding it out of his pants. She pursed her lips as she watched him undressing before turning towards Kol who was doing the same exact thing—both sets of eyes on her.
They both wanted to do this—right now. They didn't want to take turns.
"Only if you want to, love," Kol said, almost as if he read her mind when he sat down beside her and placed both hands at her hips. "We wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable—"
"Or scared," Damon filled in as he sat at the other side. "It's okay if you're scared—"
"I—I'm not scared," Bonnie stuttered as she looked at them both; chiseled everything from the Greek Gods, she was sure. "I just—don't know how that works, is all… Last night was more of a back and forth, I think—right now, you, uh—"
"We want what you want," Kol said before his lips landed against her shoulders from behind and Bonnie sighed as she shut her eyes. "And something tells me you want this—don't you, Little Witch?"
Bonnie didn't answer as she swallowed slowly and felt Damon's hands, now, holding her at the neck as his fingers trickled along her throat. Kol continued to kiss her bare shoulder all throughout and it wasn't long before Damon was kissing her ear—and everything around it—while sat sandwiched between them, taking in the feeling from both ends as they worked and contemplating the situation.
This would be something new for her, obviously—letting Damon and Kol both take her at the same time—but the more their mouths formed to her body and she tried less and less to stifle her moans, the more she was welcoming the idea.
It wasn't like she had anything left to lose at this point—especially not herself respect—so why not?
In the name of sexual exploration and on the last night she was allowing herself to be wrapped up in either of them, why not fulfill her one last desire and then give her body enough time to recover before the spell finally worse off?
It wasn't like she didn't already love the attention she was getting right now and what better way than to finish this off with the last thing they could all have some fun doing?
Bonnie Bennett was—decidedly—here for it.
"How are you—"Bonnie started as she gulped before opening her eyes and clearing her throat. "How is this going to—"
"Relax," Damon said as his index pressed to her lips and he looked into her eyes.
Kol's lips pressed to her ear at the same exact moment.
Her heart positively stopped.
"Damon will take care of things up there and I will—take my time back here," he whispered lightly as she felt him firmly wrap his hands just beneath her thighs before giving her skin a firm squeeze. "Don't worry, darling—you're in good hands."
And she believed that, she realized, as Kol tilted her head back just long enough to kiss her lips passionately while Damon's teeth plunged for her neck—the sweet and painful consistency of what they were both doing, hitting her all at once, like a flood to the gates.
This was perfect—this was everything that she wanted; and somehow there was more. Because her night—and her desire—could not and would not stop here.
Bonnie's minds flashed through the moments of the blur, as she felt Damon's tongue against hers—hungrily lapping up the saliva in her mouth just before he pulled her on top of her and entered her, like a thief in the night.
Bonnie let out a sharp moan as her hands fell to his shoulders but she didn't stop moving, as their bodies moved in perfect sync, as she slowly bounced atop him, until finally, she was warmed up enough to go much faster and with a lot more vigor.
Damon didn't seem to mind.
He welcomed the progression and greedily cupped her chest into his mouth as she slinked her frame above him—letting out groans of his own each time Bonnie buried him completely before slowly letting him out, and continuing over and over again.
It felt like too long before she felt Kol's hands her again—this time gripping her at the back, as he kissed his mouth all along her spine—before he opened the night table drawer and pulled out a bottle of liquid that he easily squirted into his hand. Bonnie moaned as he swiped it over her skin.
"To make the experience more enjoyable," he winked and she breathed at that when she felt him wrap his fingers around her hair before slowly entering her at the back, while her body still quivered over Damon's as well.
"Are you okay, love?" Kol whispered into her ear and she nodded as he moved in at a commanding but careful ease, while Damon played his hands along her stomach. "How does that feel?"
"Better than you know," Bonnie choked out as she shut her eyes at the feeling of both of them inside her at once—waiting for her seal of approval before going on. "Don't stop—either of you," she whispered before licking away the dryness on her lips.
Damon pulled her in in and she felt Kol grip her waist even tighter and she moaned as they both continued—slowly at first, with much more speed as the moments went on—and she rocked back and forth as her skin tingled and body shivered.
She could honestly say she'd never done this before; had sex with two guys at once— homicidal vampires at that—but she was getting the hang of it, as she felt her walls contract each time she moved with Damon and her legs spread as her body tried to take in Kol.
It was a little painful at first—as she caught herself wincing when one or the other moved too much—but Damon and Kol were surprisingly attentive enough to know when to give her pause to recollect herself before going at it again.
The pure emotion behind every thrust, stroke, and push made this even more enjoyable in hers, so it was no surprise to her when she came just moments later; collapsing between them both after they finally joined her for the party—sweaty, sticky, and exhausted when energy escaped them both.
If they were tired, they could only imagine how she felt; Bonnie Bennett swore that she had just ran a fucking marathon, honestly.
The moment she attempted to roll off of Damon and into the middle of them both, his mouth found hers as he used the moment to cup her face between his cheeks and kiss her—deeply and longingly as no sound filtered from either of their lips while they slowly lapped each other up.
Bonnie sighed.
When she pulled away from his, Kol shot her glance to let her know he waiting for his "epic kiss," too; just as soon as she was finished with Mr. Salvatore. Bonnie rolled her eyes and bit her lips—hiding her obvious smirk—before pulling him in too, and planting one square on his mouth; relishing in the way her heart sped up the second his fingers stroked her hair and brushed her bangs away from her face.
As Bonnie departed from him as well, she watched on as both vampires sprawled out at her sides—naked—with a care or discretion in the world, while she had the decency to at least pull the blanket up to her chest. She needed sleep—and lots of it—she realized, as her eyes began to droop tiredly and she let out a tired yawn upon settling her head down on the pillow and finally closing her eyes.
She opened them again when she felt both eyes staring at her and she surveyed them both closely, while they gazed at her just the same.
"What?" she asked.
"Aren't you going to quell our curiosity and let us know how the spell was broken?" Kol asked as Bonnie's brows rose. "What was it that you felt that made it just vanish?"
"Inquiring minds would like to know," Damon winked and she scoffed as she shook her head and sat up just a bit.
Neither one of them backed down—she should have suspected this would be the ending to an otherwise satisfying night.
"I don't think so," Bonnie said as Damon groaned and Kol pouted while the witch straightened her hair and put it back into place. "Because then you'll wanna know which one of you was actually responsible for lifting it and honestly? I'd like to keep that information to myself."
Damon and Kol both glanced to one another as actually hopped out of bed at that and pulled on her underwear and someone's t-shirt that was laying on the ground before stretching her arms and nearing the door. They watched on with amazement as she swung it open easily, took a step outside and smile when her foot tapped the hardwood floor; signaling the beginning of her freedom and the dropped veil barrier that kept her trapped in here for hours on end.
She turned back to face them both as they sat up and she cleared her throat before bouncing between their eyes and offering an innocent smirk.
"Water? I'm actually quite parched."
Kol curled his fist at that and Damon stood up bravely as he looked into her playful eyes and tried to decode just what Bonnie was thinking, though for the first time all night, he was shooting blanks.
Typical.
"Just tell us the truth, Little Witch," Kol said as his eyes met hers as well. "Me, or—"
"Me?" Damon continued. "Which one of us lifted the spell?"
Bonnie sighed as she placed her hands on her hips for a moment-glancing into their desperate and wild eyes as they awaited her choice, like this was a fucking NFL draft day.
Why did it matter who made her feel something first; who rattled her bones enough to lift her supernatural hex and free her from the ridiculous situation that she had gotten herself into in the first place?
It clearly mattered to them, though, as they were both donned with such serious looks on their faces, a passing visitor would have thought Bonnie had just finished giving them both some aneurysms each.
Or worse—killed a puppy.
"I—" Bonnie started as she bit her lip—her answer building as she shut her eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and offering a smile; no way in hell was she going to make it that easy. "I actually don't remember," she said earnestly as Damon's dark brows furrowed and Kol's head tilted when the girl sauntered further out of the room—her touch lingering on the doorway. "It could have been after the first time I came—or better yet, the second—I don't really know. I guess it's up to you guys to decide who did what and when—my brain is totally fried."
Damon and Kol both looked at each other in disbelief as Bonnie damn near skipped out the room and Kol sighed with frustration as Damon's hand rubbed his face, before his hands muffled his voice, though the words were pathetic enough for Kol to hear—to empathize with.
"I guess we'll call this one a draw?"
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A/N: Hey guys! So, WHOA I have not updated this fic in like over a year (LITERALLY) and just seeing it incomplete bothered me so I decided to finish it up! How did you enjoy it? Smutty enough? I don't write much smut and I have never written a guy/girl/guy threesome so I hope I did okay as tackling this stuff isn't usually my thang. But anyway! I like Kol. He's pretty awesome to translate on paper, so maybe I'll try it again sometime? Hmm, the world may never know. ;) In either case, I hope the wait was worth the while and lmao im sorry but Bonnie didn't choose because tbh, I wouldn't have either. :D Thank you so much for reading, babies and until next time? xoxo