"I didn't know you were religious," Bonnie says quietly as Kol snuggles into her lap, the smell of frankincense clinging to his clothes and hair.
"I'm not," He says simply "I just like attending mass. It's cleansing in a way."
Bonnie doesn't say anything at first, just pushes some hair out of his face and plays with the curve of his ear. His hair was getting too long.
"Does it help you...?"
"Come to terms with myself?"
There's a pause
"Yes and no. Sometimes I like who I am and the kind of power I hold...but is that really me? It's been a thousand plus years." There's a long pause where Bonnie just continues playing with the shell of his ear, becoming familiar with the shape; her presence silently encouraging him to speak. "Sometimes I don't remember who I was before this" - he gestures at himself- "When I was human. Just bit and pieces."
His voice drops significantly like he's afraid to let his voice break the atmosphere they've created, "So I pray sometimes, that God will help me, let go of the forgotten memories that mock and haunt me with incomprehension and that I'll learn to accept who I am now or maybe... be better than who I am now,"
Bonnie had stopped her movements at his confession and now she released a breath she didn't know she was holding. He finds her eyes and holds her gaze, reaching to caress her hand and tug on it gently so she'd lean down and kiss him.
"I'm glad I met you," He whispers against her lips, "You make me want to be a better person,"
Bonnie can't help but giggle. "Too corny?"
"A bit," She nods and kisses him.
"Still true none the less," He uses his speed to change their positions rather effortly, trapping her body beneath his on the couch. "Now that I've bared my soul to you, maybe…" He bites his lip in a way that sends a wave a heat through her body and she'd be tempted to press her legs together firmly but Kol has made himself at home in the valley of her thighs.
"You can bare something to me," He says knowingly, rolling his hips so he rubs against her clothed core.
The petite witch moans and hooks her heels behind his back to keep him close.
She gives him a mischievous smile. "Maybe,"
"Bonnie!?" Rebekah calls and Bonnie shuffles into the foyer, her hands wrapped around her favourite coffee mug and her curvy body clad in a white tank top that rode up on her midriff, exposing her toned stomach and a pair of pink short shorts with white rabbits on them.
Rebekah has a pout on her lips and Bonnie instantly mirrors it. "I like when you see me off,"
Bonnie expression changes and she keeps her laughter in check "Like the dutiful wife seeing her husband off?"
"Exactly," Rebekah nods unperturbed. "So kisses and such,"
Bonnie walks up to her, resting her coffee cup on the foyer table, next to the stained glassed bowl that Bonnie had bought on a whim (since Kol kept losing his keys and it was pretty); before running her hands up and down the lapels of Rebekah's form fitting pant suit combo, not so accidentally brushing Rebekah's nipples under the fabric and feeling them pebble in response. The plunging neckline of her blazer that has just enough skin on display has Bonnie feeling positively mischievous so she presses a kiss to the bare skin between Rebekah's perky breasts. She can feel her girlfriend shiver under her lips and withdraws slowly.
"That wasn't…"
Bonnie steps closer so their bodies are flush and Bekah loses her train of thought instead opting to grope Bonnie's round derrière.
"Have a good day at work honey," Bonnie says sweetly, her fake innocence amusing.
"You still haven't given me a kiss on my lips,"
Bonnie looks gleeful at Rebekah's words and before she knows it; the little witch has her pressed up against the wall; and with the use of her magic, leaves Bekah naked from the waist down. One of her long bare leg is on the green eyed minx's shoulder.
Bonnie slowly pressed a kiss to one set of Rebekah's lips and the sound that escaped the blonde encourages the other woman to continue her ministrations more feverishly, incorporating her tongue and fingers to give her girlfriend an explosive see off.
And explosive it is.
The blonde smiles lazily at the shorter woman as the both right themselves "Maybe, I can call in sick today," Rebekah suggests wearing a look that says she wants to continue their activities.
Bonnie pressed her hand to her mouth in mock surprise, "How can the owner and head caterer call in sick for her company's first major event? Scandalous."
Rebekah rolls her eyes but pulls Bonnie in for a proper kiss. "I'm off,"
"Enjoy your day baby. When you get home I can greet you at the door with more kisses for those pretty, pretty lips of yours," She says in a tone that has Rebekah shivering.
Bonnie sits on one of the benches on Whitmore's impressive greenery under the semi-shade of an overhanging tree. She breathes deeply, letting her head fall back and her now blonde and much shorter locks (Rebekah had convinced her to change up her style during the summer and it was a refreshing change, she'd admit) tickles the skin of her back that is left exposed by her racerback tank top. Her classes had been long and boring, not at all what she expected of Whitmore.
Well, when she had actually made the decision to come here; she had envisioned being roommates with Caroline and Elena but that had certainly changed. Elena and Damon's relationship had unsurprisingly turned toxic, leading to a series of fighting, fucking and fighting once again. Caroline's renewed friendship with Stefan had been strengthened with his silent support for her in her the weeks after her mother's dead. Bonnie had been there for her as well; being there for whatever Caroline needed of her but the green eyed witch knew that Stefan had been her lifeline; the main thing that made her decide to keep her switch on.
Elena on the other hand had tried but it always came back to her and Damon. Caroline resented Elena for her self-centeredness and Elena resented Caroline for 'claiming her territory' aka Stefan. So they had both gotten separate dorms.
Rebekah and Kol had decided to get themselves a spacious, modern apartment right off campus mostly to entice Bonnie to live with them and it worked; Bekah opted out of trying college for the umpteenth time, preferring to run her catering business instead and Kol had enrolled in a few classes, slightly looking forward to college life, apparently he hadn't been to college since before they let women enroll. Kol liked learning but he often grew bored of class, ditching to go off and do who knows what.
The older Original had texted her earlier, letting her know he left and he'd see her at home later. Bonnie contemplated her choices; she could meet up with one of her friends and most likely they'd talk her ear off - she mentally struck that off her list with a little grimace- she could finish up all her assigned reading now - strike- her eyes grew heavier and she leaned back propping her head on her palm and listlessly watched the people walk, run, bike and play around her. She wonders if they know the dangers around them, in this world. The death, the horrors, the fires. He mind wonders back to the night she almost killed Klaus, the fires raging around them, the hate in her heart.
Something caught her eye in her periphery and when she turned, pulling her limbs back in on herself reflexively, she was face to face with a professional camera lens and she can hear the little click of it. The camera lowered and the dark skinned beauty came face to face with a handsome face, the dark skin stretched across his elegant bone structure in a contagious smile.
He jogs toward Bonnie "Sorry about that, I'm not usually a creep with my camera." He pauses when he reaches close enough to her. He's tall and muscular, the shirt he's wearing hugging his muscles and she can almost see the muscles bunch up against themselves when he makes movements with his arms and he has the decency to look sheepish. "You just looked very beautiful sitting there,"
Bonnie squirms because of his words but invites him to sit "Bonnie," She offers her hand to him. His fingers are long and his grip, dry and strong.
"Joseph," He fiddles with his camera and smiles again "I'm doing a photography course and our professor issued us a challenge, basically given us free reign on what we want to present and I wasn't going to photograph any people but when I was passing I saw something interesting in your eyes and I couldn't help but take a few shots." He fiddles with his camera and shows her the first image he took of her on the small display, her face is neutral, her body language languid and boneless but her eyes reflect the fires of the battle she was recalling. There's a fierceness to them that has Bonnie coughing and looking away.
"I wish I could offer to delete it if you don't like it but I can't"
"And why not?" She's looking at his handsome face again and the contagiousness of his smile has the corner of her mouth quirking up but she tapers the urge to smile back at him, instead preferring to issue him a challenging look.
"Rules to passing my course," He shrugs, faux helplessly. "But even if I could delete it, I wouldn't. You were absolutely breathtaking in that moment," Joseph states simply, tucking away his camera and equipment into its cushioned carrying case.
"Since we're having our assignments presented for marking as an art exhibition, you're invited to come see me get a passing grade for my assignment using these pictures,"
Bonnie frowns a little, "You're awfully confident that those pictures alone will give you a passing grade but I thought it was about the photographer's creative vision or something of that sort?"
"Oh, it is," He says, beaming , pulling out a receipt from his pocket and unclipping a pen from the strap of his case and scribbling something on it. "With my creative vision and these photos, I'm going to pass my class,"
This time Bonnie gives into her desire to smile at him as he hands her the piece of paper "I gotta run for my next class but if you wanna come see the exhibit, if in two weeks. Text me. I'll give you the details."
Rebekah's head is resting on her back right above the curve of her ass and the blonde is making feather light patterns on her skin. It's soothing and isn't what stirred her from her sleep, it's the urgent whispering that's going on around her. Kol is on her next side, his back pressed against the headboard and he's being whiney.
"You can go do it. I actually had to work yesterday while you were," The witch can almost see the face the blonde Original makes "doing whatever it is you do,"
"Bex dear, you don't have to work a day in your life. You want to. This is your hobby,"
Bonnie can feel Rebekah sit up suddenly and she's almost tempted to open her eyes and oggle Rebekah's perky boobs as she moves; but sleep is more urgent than her libido. Mild irritation rises in her as she wonders what they're arguing about.
She hears a light thwack and she can imagine Rebekah threw a pillow at Kol's face. "I resent that and the fact of the matter is you've been awake for hours now so instead of sitting around watching us sleep, you could have done the shopping already!"
Bonnie groans loudly; they were fighting over who got the groceries.
"The both of you are ridiculous," She turns to face them and they're looking at her wide eyed and innocent. "Both of you can go get the groceries and I'll cook and you'll clean up the dishes,"
"Why do we have to do the shopping and clean up?" Kol asks but he's already starting moving to comply.
"There's two of you," She states reasonably.
Bekah makes a noncommittal sound which Bonnie ignores in favour of turning back on her stomach and trying to catch some more rest before the twins get back.
