AN: So I decided to just make this into a collection of one shots all staring Queen!Bonnie. I just have a lot of ideas crowding my head and I just had to put pen to paper..urhh. This is more like fingers to key board. Lool. Anyways. I just wanted to say thanks to all those who favorited, reviewed and such. I love all of you and please enjoy.
Kennett Fire.
Her face was locked in a grimace and he could see by the way she was angling her body- so her face wasn't visible- that she was trying to push away unsavory memories and turn her undivided attention to him.
He turned away; her need to hide herself from him wasn't necessary. It was the purpose of their little get together wasn't it? To be themselves; baggage welcome.
You made up your mind
Right before the sound can move
Softly from your lips
You leave behind
A choice which once before you thought you could not resist
The first night their little liaison occurred was a product of his insistence He had seen that loneliness in those green orbs, those transparent smiles that she flashed that anyone with half a brain would automatically utter "What's wrong?" and the way she carried herself. Most of the time she unconsciously hugged herself as if she was afraid she'd crumble into a million pieces if she just let go.
She had known what he was before he even got within hearing distance and her face blanched but she had accepting his request for a meeting all the same, fearful that if she didn't he'd throw a tantrum and break a few necks along the way.
You give what you have when you
Decide that you
Keep burning like fire,
It's burning you down
They had sat on the cold, empty plains of the older part of town in silence. It's wasn't uncomfortable... just different. She finally broke the silence that he thought would stretch on indefinitely.
"Why are we here?"
He looked at her young, curious face. She was scared. Scared at the normalcy they fell into without trying and the weird choice of venue. This angered him, did she want him to lunge at her fangs bared?
"There...right where you're sitting is where my mother and father killed me."
Her eyebrows shot up; her mouth forming a little 'o'
She shifted her weight and tucked stray strands of her hair behind her ear' uncomfortable to be sitting on the site of his death and undeath.
"Why would you bring me here?"
"Should I not have?" He questioned; his face still impassive.
"It is personal," She said tentatively not meeting his piercing eyes.
He sighed taking his hands out of pockets and laying on the plush, green grass.
"It is but I felt like sharing it," Pause "Your turn,"
Her spine straightened and her eyes narrowed. Seconds turned into minutes and those minutes turned into an hour.
"You know...I'm not like them," Pause "The reason Klaus stuck me in a box for a century is because I was looking for a way out... I never chose to be what I am- I pray every night that this is all a sick dream and I'll wake up and be a normal, boring human again."
Her eyes lowered at his confession, she knew the feeling so she laid back on the grass with him, staring up at the star filled sky. Weary but open.
They had been doing this for a few months, always under the cover of darkness and never in public. Their meetings ranged from heart filled confessions to companiable silence to dinners under the moonlight on the site of his demise. He didn't know what to call it. He loathed putting labels on things; it always made things harder. Strictly forcing what they had to fall well within the limitations of society's opinion of what it should be. In his opinion, they didn't have to call it anything. They just had to be themselves.
"I have to go," She said now; composing herself but he was in front of her before she could blink. Her eyes were glassy and she was wringing her hands, a motion she normally did when she was uncomfortable.
He touched her cheek lightly and her eyes fluttered. She didn't pull away which he counted as a good sign.
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
Her eyes opened fully and she took his hand from her face, squeezing lightly before letting it fall back to his side.
"Yeah," She nodded putting on her jacket and turning to go.
"I can make you forget," He said to her back. She halted her movements not even daring to breathe.
"Do you want me to?" She finally turned to face him; her shoulders were tense and her spine ram rod straight. Her eyes were searching his; for what he wasn't sure but he assumed she found it because her head jerked in a nod and he went to her; her human speed too slow for his liking.
Sometimes they say this should feel something like fire
'Til it burns you and you can't,
No, you can't remain the same
Stay the same, stay the same, stay the same
I can't change
He captured her full cupid's bow lips with his and it was just as he imagined; probably even better. If he was human his veins would be full of liquid fire trekking a course straight to his heart. She kissed him back with intensity to bruise and his tongue force its way into her mouth, both tongues locked in a dance for dominance.
She pulled away gasping; she almost forgot she need to breathe. He ran a trail of kisses down her neck and back up to nibble at her earlobe.
"Are you still thinking about it?" He looked at her face, her eyelids fluttering with lust as she shook her head, tugging at the front of his shirt desperately wanting him to continue stirring the flame that flickered at her very core.
He leaned down to kiss her again, his hands taking the opportunity to travel the length of her small body. He gave her ass a light squeeze and grabbed her thighs, pulling her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
They were on his bed before she even had time to process where this was going. Their clothes came off even faster. Her ample breasts were pressed against his bare chest and she arched her back to be even closer to broke off their kiss and looked down at her; his eyes fluttering as he took in her soft mocha skin, her full breasts and the damp place between her legs that smelt divine.
"God... You are so beautiful," He whispered trailing his fingers along her body; his skin igniting a fie everywhere it touched.
He grabbed her thighs and spread them apart, tentatively lapping up her juices. She suppressed the scream she wanted to release and settling for grabbing his brown hair and keeping him in place. His tongue was like magic, eliciting moans from her mouth. He was bringing her closer and closer to the edge before finally sending her to her release. She body was racked with shudders of pleasure and she gave a small smile.
He reached back up to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his tongue as he slowly entered her tight core. He sighed at the tightness; almost coming to his release like a happy go lucky boy.
He moved inside her slowly and she soon joined in, her hips moving in sync with his. They found their rhythm quickly. Their eyes were locked in a gaze so intense she wondered why they weren't on fire as yet.
Do what you wanna do
Keep building it higher,
Keep burning it down
You lose who you are when you
Keep burning like fire
Like it's all around
He broke their gaze, lapping at her erect nipple while teasing the other with his hand. Her nails pressing into his back, drawing blood and exciting a growl of pleasure from him and encouraging him to bury himself hilt deep into her. She moaned 'yeses' in succession as he picked up their pace. Her legs wrapping around his midsection as she came closer to her release.
He met her eye and gave a mischievous smile. "Come for me, Bonnie." The sound of her name brought her to the edge once again, shattering her into a million pieces.
The convulsions of her inner walls brought him to his release inside of her.
"Fuck!" He groaned, throwing back his head as he came to a stop.
They were both laying panting, in spooning position, his length still inside of her. Her eyes were getting heavier as he played with strands of her hair and ran feather light trails with his finger all over her body.
When he was sure she was asleep, he cast his eyes heavenwards and muttered the words to a prayer he had memorized long ago. A prayer he knew would go unanswered.
Sometimes they say this should feel something like fire
'Til it burns you and you can't,
No, you can't remain the same
Stay the same,
Although you know
They say this should feel something like fire
AN: Okay so before a whole big shit storm begins, I just want to say Yes, I realize I barely used their names in this story. That was my intention, to keep it all vague and stuff. Hence the genre Romance/Mystery.