"Sneaking out of bed so soon?"

Bonnie tensed at the sound of the self-satisfied, accented voice coming from behind her.

'You're a grown up' she repeated to herself.

'You don't have to be embarrassed about this. The walk of shame is a sexist concept constructed by patriarchal society to shame women who take control of their sexualities and-

"-Usually I can't convince the ladies to leave,"

Bonnie willed herself not to release the tirade of choice words she had in mind and instead took a deep breath before turning to face the source of her irritation.

As anticipated, Kol was sprawled out on the bed, that his trademark smug smirk look plastered on his face; propped up in a position that Bonnie assumed was supposed to be sexy. Admittedly though, it was difficult trying not to let her eyes wander down to where only a small strip of the sheets covered his crotch. Especially considering the perfectly sculpted 'v shape' his pelvic bone was making.

At the sight of Kol, Bonnie was abruptly reminded of the poor thought processing that had led her to her current predicament.

The roguish smirk on Kol's face - when she, unfortunately, bumped into him, propped up against the bar in a tavern in the middle of New Orleans - combined with a few ill-advised tequila shots had been a recipe for disaster (as well hot illicit sex in the pub bathroom and various hard and flat surfaces in the hotel room).

The old Bonnie would have balked at the idea of going anywhere near an Original sibling (let alone Kol out of all of them) and engaging in a clandestine one night stand, just for the sake of scratching an itch. But the new Bonnie had a much larger appreciation of life and the concept of living it to the fullest and not resisting her basic urges as long as they weren't hurting anyone.

Kol was undeniably… skilled, but in the light of the new morning, the subsequent consequences of her actions were becoming abundantly clear.

"You need to get over yourself Kol," Bonnie bit out, grabbing a pair of jeans from off the ground and tossing them abruptly in his direction.

He caught it easily and laughed.

"Why do that when I could get under you instead?"

Bonnie's nose wrinkled.

"Ugh, what the hell did I see in you? Beer goggles really are a powerful thing," she muttered.

"Now, now," Kol scolded sitting up in bed. Bonnie adamantly turned her back to him, as the sheet slipped further down his body and Kol made no attempt to stop it. "We both know I had your interest way before the drinks passed those lovely lips of yours,"

Kol reached out and traced his finger down her spine. Bonnie shuddered involuntarily but shout up quickly off of the bed, thankful that she'd managed to get her bra and panties on while Kol was talking.

"It was fun I guess, thanks-" Bonnie said dismissively, attempting to remain nonchalant, even though her skin was on fire as memories of the previous night flashed through her mind.

Kol remained uncharacteristically silent as Bonnie continued gathering the rest of her clothes and belongings; so much so that she briefly wondered if she'd actually offended him and bruised his ego.

Realizing that she was missing the small shoulder purse she came with she spun around, only to find Kol with it grasped in his left hand an almost childish look of glee on his features.

Bonnie sighed heavily and sent up a small prayer to the ancestors for patience (although on second thoughts she reasoned if her Grams could see her now she probably wouldn't want to).

"Kol I'm not going to play games with you this morning, a simple spell and I'll have you crossed eyed and thinking your hand is sock puppet named Gerald,"

"No need for threats darling," he replied calmly, extended the purse to her. "I simply thought I'd warn you,"

"Warn me?" Bonnie questioned, reaching out and grasping the bag from Kol's hands before he had the chance to move it away. "Warn me of what?"

"That you'll be back," Kol smirked obnoxiously. "They always come back eventually,"

Bonnie made a noise of disgust and took off out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her; ignoring Kol's laughter behind her.