Upon walking into the hotel that Jeremy had booked a room for them in, he was suddenly completely oblivious to the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to afford college after this trip. But as he stood there, taking in the beautiful building and the sunlight and the utter fact that he was there with the girl he planned to never go a day without again for the rest of his life, he couldn't muster up any thought that didn't involve her or that weekend. He felt Bonnie squeeze the hand that he'd intertwined with hers. Her eyes were wide and sparkly as they darted around the lobby. Everything seemed so bright and welcoming. And expensive.
"How did you—,"
"Shh." He interrupted her, knowing too well exactly what she was thinking. "You don't get to worry about that."
"Jer," She started.
"Just come on," He said, pulling her hand. She smiled and shook her head as she followed beside him further into the lobby. There was no fighting with him this weekend, she could tell. Which is why she didn't even bother telling him she could carry her own bag—even though she had no idea where it had even come from.
"I'm gonna go check us in," He told her, surprising her with a quick peck before walking to the desk. She watched him as he spoke to the receptionist. His face was filled with pure joy, his whole body seeming lighter and mellow. He looked back to smile at her for a moment and then turned back to the receptionist. God, she loved his smile. She would do anything to see that smile. Fear crept into her stomach at that very second. She wanted to enjoy this weekend with him. But she couldn't ignore the fear of an immortal being passing through her at any moment during their time together. She didn't want to put him through that nor did she ever want to feel it again. But no, she couldn't think about that. She couldn't let those thoughts interrupt this weekend—she had to be positive. She was alive and in Virginia Beach, for Christ sake. And she had a beautiful, tall, strong, and ridiculously sweet man walking towards her. And he had nothing but love in his eyes. She couldn't fight the grin pulling at the corners of her mouth. It was kind of silly how easily he could make her smile.
"I hope Caroline packed you a bathing suit," He said excitedly as he took her by the hand again and pulled her along. She felt so clueless about everything and it was wonderful—to not have think for a little while.
The suite was on the eighth floor. It was somewhat loft style and it was stunning—complete with a kitchen, flat screen TV, and a bathroom with a medium sized walk in shower and Jacuzzi. The walls were painted a shade that made Bonnie think of French Vanilla. A light-sand colored chaise chair sat in the corner of the room. A large and visibly soft bed was placed in the middle of everything; a small chandelier was hanging from above it. Jeremy wanted to live with Bonnie in the white cotton blankets that covered it. There was a silver platter sitting on the end table next to the bed that held a bottle of champagne, two glasses, a cork screw, and a red rose rested in the front of it all. Bonnie looked at the platter and then at Jeremy and smiled warmly.
Just beyond the bed there was a large French door in between vanilla satin curtains, it was framed with clear pine wood and it led to a beautiful balcony. Two tropical-like chairs were there on the balcony, facing out towards the beach that was below them. Bonnie was taken aback and Jeremy loved the look on her face as she absorbed it all. He wrapped his arm around her petite waist and pulled her into his side. Looking down at her, he asked; "What are you thinking?" She was silent for a moment, trying to pick a thought out of the million that ran through her mind—most of those thoughts only coming to surface when she felt his arm touch her waist. Ever since she'd come back to life, she had become ten times more sensitive to his touch—it was the one thing she'd been starving for during the months that she'd been a ghost. It had been torture been for both of them, being so close to each other and yet so far. And so that was her most overwhelming thought—him touching her everywhere and endlessly. But she didn't want to sound like some insatiable teenager. So she simply said;
"I'm hungry." Which was true. Jeremy smiled and looked at his watch.
"It's only four. They've probably got some kind of lunch thing going on in one of the restaurants." He said as he moved to put their stuff down on the bed.
"Can I—change first? I've been wearing this outfit for months; I think this sweater's stuck to me." She said, pulling at the sleeve of her green sweater. He laughed as he approached her, thinking she had to be the most adorable person on the planet.
"Here," he said quietly as he stood behind her, pulling the sweater from her shoulders. He could smell her. That was the one sense that he hadn't yet taken the time to experience with her again until that very moment. He bent his head down to kiss her now bare shoulders as he threw the sweater onto the bed. He felt her shiver beneath him as he ran his hands down either of her arms. She could feel her skin warming beneath his fingertips. He buried his face into her neck, wanting to take in her scent as much as he could as if he feared the day would come where he never would be able to again. He softly planted his lips on her neck and a soft sigh escaped her mouth. Then in a swift motion, he turned her to face him and took her lips with his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, tipping her chin up with his finger to deepen the kiss. She reached up and ran her hands up his hard body then rested her them on his neck, standing on her toes in an attempt to feel him even more. Suddenly her hunger for food vanished and all she wanted was to have his lips on hers. He could feel her determination and desire building up in the way she grabbed him, pulling at his neck, straining to kiss him more intensely. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, his hand cupping her behind as he moved to sit her on the glass desk against the wall. It was easier now with her at his level. He kissed each corner of her mouth before moving back down to her neck again, kissing it with a bit more urgency this time, enjoying the taste of her skin. But she needed his lips on hers again. She pulled his mouth back and covered his lips with hers. He noticed as she kissed him that she was trying to lift her hips to his. He knew what that meant. She hadn't even been meaning to do it either; it was just a natural instinct. Her physical need for him was overpowering her self-control completely. And he wanted her, too. In every way possible. But not like this. Not on the top of a desk while she was starving. He suddenly pulled his lips away from hers reluctantly. Her eyes opened slowly, burning into his like they always did. At the sight of her puffy just-kissed lips and beautiful green eyes, he almost felt compelled to go back for more. But he stopped himself, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Food," he breathed. She shook her head, pulling his neck, trying to bring his lips back to hers. He laughed. "We have the whole weekend, Bon. I'm not gonna let you starve, I don't want you to be weak." He told her. She playfully rolled her eyes.
"Always so worried about me." She sighed as he stood her up on her feet again.
"Always making me worry about you." He replied quickly. She chuckled as she opened the bag that Caroline had packed for her. She jumped a bit when her eyes beheld a tiny, black, and sheer lingerie dress inside the bag. Caroline, she growled in her mind. It was just like her to try to plan everything out—even Bonnie's first time.
"You ok?" Jeremy asked, noticing that she'd stopped moving.
"Yeah," Bonnie said quickly as she started to breathe again. The fact that that night may very well end up being her first time had suddenly taken her breath away. She couldn't deny that she wanted to do that. And she definitely wanted it to be with Jeremy. But it would be her very first time.
Will it hurt? She thought as she took a pair of jeans and a strapless blue top out of the bag. She turned around to Jeremy, who was leaning against the desk, strong arms crossed upon his chest, watching her. He couldn't ignore the tug in his groin just looking at her, thinking about how he'd kissed her on that desk moments before and where things could've gone had they not stopped.
"What are you thinking?" She asked him as she moved closer to him. He smiled and stood up straight.
"I'm thinking you should probably not come near this desk if you ever wanna leave this room today." He admitted. Bonnie's heart fell into her stomach and she could feel her pupils dilate. He laughed at her deer-in-headlights appearance. She smiled an anxious smile and Jeremy immediately hoped he hadn't overstepped anything. A light chuckle fled from her lips.
"I'm just gonna get dressed." She said timidly. "In here," she added as she moved towards the bathroom. She pressed her back into the bathroom door after she closed it, trying to steady her suddenly heavy breathing. "Pull it together, Bonnie." She told herself, wishing then that there was a spell she could do to stabilize her nerves.
The seafood restaurant Catch 41 was directly on the ocean. Everything except the kitchen was outside in the sand.
"Jer, these people look like millionaires." Bonnie noted after the host has seated them. She curled her nose up at her outfit and Jeremy smiled. "And I look like I just came back from the dead."
"Which makes you the most beautiful girl here." He told her. She smiled.
"What did Elena say about this trip?" She asked him. Jeremy picked up the menu and opened it.
"Let's order some crab." He said. She laughed.
"Jeremy, stop trying to ignore me, you're not good at it." And he chuckled.
"Does it matter what she said? We're here now." He said, putting his menu back on the table.
"It matters, Jer. She's my best friend and your sister." She paused. "You told her, right?"
"Of course I did," He said. "Bonnie, I just—can we just not talk about Mystic Falls?" He suggested. He reached his hand across the table and she placed hers in his. "As of right now, we don't live there." He told her and she giggled. "It doesn't exist, okay?" He continued. She shook her head as she laughed. It seemed like the silliest thing in the world to her but it also seemed like a thought she could get used to for the weekend. She nodded her head and he gave her his toothiest grin. She'd say yes to anything when he gave her that smile.
They ordered a pot of steamed crabs—something they'd never had before. They'd agreed after they tasted them that they would try new things for the rest of the weekend.
"I think you probably play pool better than you crack open crabs." He joked. "Hey!" She said, as he watched her squeeze the crab leg in between the shell cracker as tight as she could.
He laughed. "Maybe there's a spell for this," He said as he reached over to help her squeeze it.
"Am I still a witch here?" She asked, laughing as the shell viciously cracked open and stray pieces of it flew onto his face. He covered his left eye and rubbed softly. She continued to laugh as she stood up from her chair and leaned across the table towards him. "No, no, no, don't rub it! Let me see," She said. She lifted his eyelid up with her thumb and blew into his eye as he fought the urge to pull her over the table and take her onto his lap again. He could do it, too. Lifting her was like picking up a penny to him. "Better?" She asked softly as he blinked his eyes quickly, checking for irritation. He kissed her lips quickly—because they were just too close for him not to—and then he nodded.
"Do you want to be?" He asked her.
"What?" she responded as she sat back down.
"A witch. Here." He said.
"Oh," she paused. It was an interesting question. It made her think a lot more than he probably had expected her to. If she had the choice, would she be a witch? She remembered then that if she had never been a witch, she would have never been able to bring him back to life. "Yes." She told him.
"Good." He said through a smile; because he wouldn't have her any other way.
After they'd eaten and the waiter brought them the check, Bonnie tried to be the first to snatch it off of the table so she could see the damage those crabs had done. But him being 6'0 tall and she merely 5'2, getting it out of her reach was as easy as raising it above his head. She flopped back down in her chair and he laughed at her failed attempt as he took a peek at the bill before sliding a fifty dollar bill plus a tip into the tab book.
The sun had fallen by the time they'd left the restaurant. But leaving the restaurant wasn't really leaving at all. They simply walked out onto the beach and walked down the path as close to the water as they could be without it actually touching them. Bonnie carried her sandals in one hand and Jeremy held her other one in his. There was no awkwardness in the silence between them as they began to walk. So much of their thoughts between each other were unspoken or communicated through glances and smiles. She suddenly felt everything at once—the fact that she was actually alive again, walking on the beach holding her best friend and love of her life's hand, and there seemed to be no worries in sight. She was suddenly overwhelmed by happiness. She even found herself slowing her pace a bit, almost as if she was being immobilized by the cheerfulness that encompassed her. Jeremy noticed and looked at her.
"What's the matter? Are you cold?" He asked her.
"No." She paused. "But you could hug me anyway." She told him. He smiled and took her into his arms
"Tell me what's on your mind, Bonnie." He said into her hair. She buried her head into his chest.
"You," she said as she inhaled his scent. "Just you."
"You think maybe we should open this champagne? I mean, there's no reason to waste it." He said as he examined the bottle. They'd just gotten back to the room. They'd have stayed out by the beach later but the wind had picked up tremendously, the clouds didn't look very nice and the waves in the water had become vicious.
"Too bad I don't know a spell to make us 21." She said. He shrugged.
"No need." He replied as he grabbed the corkscrew off of the platter and popped the cork out.
"Jeremy!" She giggled as the liquid bubbled over the top. He laughed as she ran to put one of the glasses beneath the spilling. "If you don't know how to open a champagne bottle, you're probably too young to drink it." She jested as she licked her index finger where some of the leaking champagne was trickling down. He was too completely turned on to even attempt to respond to her teasing. He looked down at her, hunger in his eyes. The same way he'd been looking at her earlier when he'd been leaning against the desk. She stared back, their eyes meeting, locking with incredible intensity. The passion in his gaze held her there, sending impulses through her body. She felt like she couldn't move—paralyzed again by him and the desire that was running through her. He took the glass out of her hand and pulled her face closer to his by the back of her neck. Anxiety and excitement built up inside of her, knowing exactly what he was going to do.
"Jerem—," but before she could continue, he interrupted and gave in to his craving for her lips. He kissed her softly but deeply and turned her so that her back was to the bed, placing the champagne and the glass back on the end table simultaneously. When the back of her legs touched the edge of the mattress, he lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively this time. He laid her down on her back across the bed, and then he was on top of her, careful not to put too much of his weight on top of her small figure. A faint groan escaped her as his tongue entered her mouth. The sound of her only increasing his yearning. He could slightly taste the champagne on her tongue. She felt no need to breathe or think when he kissed her. All she knew and felt was him all around her. He shifted his weight only slightly but it was enough for her to begin to feel him growing. She paused when she felt him against her; her eyes opened and met his as their lips departed.
"Bonnie," he began when he saw the apprehensive look on her face.
"No, it's okay." She told him, smiling as her stomach jumped over and over again.
"I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with." He told her, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. She reached up to touch her hand to his face, rubbing his cheek gently with the back of her fingers.
"There's nothing that I'm not comfortable with when I'm with you, Jer." She told him. He chuckled lightly and pecked her lips. Then he noticed that she was lying on top of her green sweater which he'd thrown on the bed hours earlier. He pulled at it and she lifted her body a bit so that he could tug it from beneath her.
"What should we do with this?" He asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Burn it," she said and then she pulled his mouth back to hers, and she could feel a smile on lips..