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RANDOM WORD: WORSHIP
Bonnie was sexy. In so many ways. The way she bit her lip to keep from being too vocal if they fooled around in public.
The way her voice turned into a husky whisper late at night on the phone. Hell, even the way her hips swiveled when she walked. But the sexiest thing about the Mystic Falls Sabrina was her devotion to him.
Bonnie was devoted with a captial D. She was always there when he got home. No matter what time it was. There willing and waiting and during those times of the month when she wasn't able she made sure his needs were met before bed.
Bonnie never complained when he fed on someone. She had three rules: Keep it casual, keep it quick, and keep them alive. Those were certainly rules he could follow and as long as he did Bonnie was willing to let him also feed on her. Feeding on someone you cared about, who also happened to be a supernatural, was unreal. It was like sex with a random versus sex with your soul mate. Yes, it was always good, but you add some emotion and it was mind blowing.
She was even devoted to his clothing. That was something. She always hung his vintage leather jacket when he tossed it in anger and she always retrieved his shoes and clothing when he carelessly strung them all over the house. Part of it stemmed from her need to be neat, but mostly, she understood him. Understood how much he really loved that jacket and cared for his appearance, but would refuse to show weakness by needing anything.
He did, however, need one thing. Her. Because he was just as devoted to Bonnie as she was to him.
Often when he arrived home he needed nothing more than to see that she was there and feel her small arms wrapped around him in welcome.
He only fed on others because he couldn't risk being caught by constantly hitting blood banks, but being too weak to protect her by feeding on animals and he wasn't going to drain Bonnie like some drunken sorority girl at a bar. He loved her.
And the fact that she picked up after him just made it feel domestic. Kind of like they were married. He cooked, she cleaned and they loved. Deeply and devoutly and with a worshipful awe of the other that couldn't been seen by others and, honestly, neither of them cared.
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