Black Velvet
Chapter 29- Flame (The Sexventurist)
R-M
This is the second chapter of the trio of a series "MATCH STICK," "FLAME," & "AND BURN" which I'm proud of, and I hope you enjoy. Just keep in mind the Cosmo quiz Bonnie took a couple chapters back. It's a mess... but, a glorious one. So, please don't forget to review :) And again, I'd love to send a grateful thank you to those of you still reading. Also, to my newest readers, thanks for joining this rollercoaster. I appreciate you all. This chapter has a little treat for you :)
"Sorry baby, you're not dreaming."
"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!"
"Oh, we did." He lowered his tantalizing gaze, and grinned again.
"Are you really, you?" She asked confused.
"Unless there's some doppelgänger running around here." He laughed.
"This is a joke right?"
He laughed. "I don't know is it? I can pinch you... although I think you got enough of me hurting you last night." He drank a cup of coffee, and had one waiting for her. He lifted it up. "So... coffee? I also have some Ibuprofen here, and room service brought breakfast."
She nodded her head, quietly, not sure if she felt shame or guilt. "Sure."
"Well, this isn't awkward is it? The look on your face, is priceless. I mean... you don't strike me as the one night stand type. But, I'm definitely not complaining. And remembering last night, you definitely weren't complaining. According to you, you haven't had an orgasm in two months was it?" He asked sarcastically. "The last time we had sex?"
She rolled her eyes, and almost slammed the cup of coffee down. "Listen, this was exactly that okay? A one-night... thing! And I don't remember it. And I'm not going to try. So, once I leave this room, this won't be a thing, anymore." She said standing in the black, familiar, custom men's dress shirt, which reeked divinely of Tom Ford's Noir. She stood calmly as said man stalked her body. She nervously looked around, pretending he didn't phase her, and a body walked out of the bedroom. A woman. "Holy shit." Bonnie was shocked, and the girl looked vaguely familiar, but Bonnie couldn't place her.
She had on a log trench coat, and looked at them both smiling. "Thanks for last night. You two are wild." Bonnie gulped her coffee nearly choking on it, and the woman kissed them both on the cheek leaving. Bonnie looked up, this was an entire nightmare, she thought. When he realized she was terrified by the situation, he felt her withdrawing.
"Hey, you okay?"
"No. I'm not okay. And this isn't okay?"
"Really? It seemed okay with you last night. As a matter-of-fact," he grabbed her cup of coffee and sat it on the table, then wrapped his arms round her, putting his hands on the cheeks of her rounded posterior, "it was more than okay. It was an answered prayer about five or six times." Bonnie grabbed him by the wrists, trying to remove his hands. But he gripped her more firmly.
"Damon..."
"You are naked under this shirt, aren't you?"
"I need to leave. Kat is probably-"
"Kat is with her sister. We bumped into you guys last night at a "Play" club."
"Play club?"
"Yup. You ended up at a club, called PLAY. It's similar to the club back home, where "people like us," gather around to have a little sin city fun, with like minds." He grinned.
"People, like us?"
"Yes. You, me, Elijah, and Kat. You didn't forget what you are did you? I mean, I know we broke up, but, you can't just change who you are, just simply because, you're angry with me. No wonder we ran into you last night. Though, there is more than one in town. The odds that we ran into each other, are pretty slim."
The insinuation, that she was characterized or categorized along with Damon, Elijah, or Kat, never struck her as something, that would stick after their break up. She assumed that she and Damon, were different people, once they broke up. And she woke up realizing, how easily she fell back into "the life" all over again.
"We... went to a strip club."
"Well, Play has an area that has fetish dancers. Men and women, who dance for kink."
"You're telling me, we ran into you, out of hundreds of clubs in Vegas, in the same club?"
"Yes. Quit acting so shocked. You can't change who you are, deep deep, down Bonnie."
"Stop... stop saying that."
"it's true." He hunched his shoulders.
"Then... what happened?"
"Kat freaked out, because Elijah wasn't supposed to see her before the wedding. Something about bad luck. So, she got hysterical, which I'd never seen her do before. You and Elena tried calming her down. But, she wasn't having it. She said she was leaving, and you told her you were staying with me. She asked you several times if you were sure. And the two of you had a long drunken conversation. Neither of you made sense to me." He joked. "But you were drunk and trying to calm her down. You barely understood each other, but you understood far better than I did. Elena, was so drunk, she almost ended up being someone's snack last night. We found you guys right in time."
"Did Elijah see Kat?"
"Nah, he was busy." Damon winked. "Anyway, the Bobsey twins, were too drunk for me to trust an über, so, I had Gino take them back to their hotel."
"We had a driver. I hired someone."
"Yeah, but, I sent that guy home, and had Gino take them. That my best friends soon-to-be-wife. I trusted no man."
Bonnie sighed gratefully. "Well, I really appreciate that. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Sweet Pea. Any way, I had him walk them up, so, if you're worried, they're fine. He said they were both asleep before he left the room. And that was actually a few hours ago. Maybe four am."
"No fucking way."
"Watch your mouth."
"Damon, stop."
"Then stop using that foul language. And I'm not lying. We walked into the club, had some fun for a while. I make my rounds, to the different variety of rooms and to my surprise, you were on the stage giving a strip tease." He made a clicking sound with his tongue, and waived his finger in her face. "Naught naughty girl, you. Kat didn't even try and talk you down. She was too busy, telling everyone she was getting married, and you were her best friend, and cheering you on, and stuffing dead presidents in your dress. Franklin and Jackson to be exact, then... when I saw you... I stood there a few minutes. I enjoyed the view. I just watched. Then, I looked at every wolf in the room. Licking the saliva off their fangs as their eyes were trained solely on you, little gazelle... and" he took a long thoughtful pause on his next set of words while his jaw ticked.
"What?"
"I'll be damned anybody look at you, in such a way. Like they wanted to take you home. Or think, for one minute, you would entertain the thought of "playing" with them. So, I pulled you down." He said with a straight face, letting his hands own her, in the current moment. "You looked at me, and then..." he stopped speaking realizing she was caught in the moment, listening to him speak, being trapped by his hands, how words, and his eyes, and how amazing coffee smelled on his breath in the mornings. She missed that smell. "And then..."
"Then what?" She asked lost in his words.
"Then the moment you saw me, you jumped on me, wrapped your arms around my neck, and you kissed me, like you couldn't be without me. Every ogling eye in the room became quickly jealous of me, realizing, you belonged to me, and that I was the alpha, in the room. And it felt like the last two months never happened. When Kat saw me, she freaked out over Elijah seeing her, and she jumped up ready to leave, but... you told her you were staying with me. I told her I'd take you back to your hotel. And then, you and I went to a private room, with a professional entertainer, and that woman ended up here last night, and she just left."
"Entertainer?"
"Voyeur."
Bonnie shook her head in disbelief. "Nooo..."
"I tell no lies. But fear not. You controlled everything that happened with her."
"With her? What do you mean. What did we do?"
"For starters, you asked me to fuck her while she ate your pussy."
"Ate my...? No... stop. I don't believe it."
"It's true. I didn't want to fuck her. I'd rather have tortured her, because she didn't deserve my good dick. But, you were... really demanding last night. You were the boss. And I only did it for you. Believe me, fucking another woman, is the last the on my mind these days. But, you loved watching me fuck her. It worried me a little. So I stopped, because, fucking a random woman isn't typically my style." Bonnie grabbed her mouth with her palm, feeling shock. "but when I stopped fucking her, you got very upset."
"You're exaggerating."
"That, I am not. You got pissed. But, I didn't care, because I didn't want to fuck her. It did nothing for me. After not fucking you for two months, you think, I would be satisfied fucking another woman, with a condom on, when you were within my reach, and I could fuck you raw? My dick would not get hard for anything but the feel of you. Then you pulled my ear to your mouth, and whispered like the fucking bratty sub you are. You told me to fuck her hard, because it made her eat your pussy... better, I guess."
"There's no way." She laughed nervously, but finding nothing about it funny in the least.
"Yes way. You were treating her like she was your submissive. Like you were the alpha. And she did whatever you wanted from the moment she met you. I think you two even exchanged numbers." He rolled his eyes at that part.
"I don't believe this."
"Believe it. And you watched me in the face while I was inside of another woman. It felt kind of fucked up in a way. Like I was cheating on you. Even, though I know we are t together. I didn't like that part. But..."
"But, what?" She asked very nonchalantly intrigued.
"When she started to moan, I think you got jealous, because you made me stop fucking her. And then you made her watch me fuck you. And my dick grew impossibly hard at your jealousy. I yanked that condom off, and-"
"Stop... you fucking liar. I don't believe you. That's not tr-"
"True? Hell yeah it is. And believe it baby. Because, then the tide changed." His eyes grew hungry, and mesmerizing looking down at her. "You, Bonnie Bennett, were my little fuck toy again. And I broke you in after two months of you not fucking or having an orgasm. And I wasn't very nice about it. Because I was angry. And you needed to be punished. But I was careful not to leave bruises this time... because of the wedding."
Listening to him tell this story felt like the twilight zone. Bonnie's mouth kept dropping open in disbelief. He stare at her for, a long while, letting her soak it all in. Then he pointed to his chest, back and neck.
"What the hell?"
"You however, had far less mercy. You marked me. You did everything, you could to let me know, you were, angry at me. You bit me, scratched me, slapped me. I wanted to tie your ass up, and punish the shit out of you. And I could've."
"And you didn't...hmm?"
"No watching eyes, were masurubating in the chair near the bed, while I took your abuse. All for the sake of love. For the sake, of... losing all of myself inside of you last night. And she watched us, for a while. You loved being watched. You loved when that voyeur, watched me fuck you, mercilessly. You were wild. You were loud and vocal, and I had never seen you that way. I mean you're always vocal, but... you were kind of controlling. It was sooooo fucking... hot." He acted surprised. "And you spoke French a couple of times. Which was sexy. And begged me to fuck you in the ass, in French."
"I don't even know how to say that in French!"
"You don't have to lie to me. I know you speak French. Because you used to speak French when you were angry."
"Then we both used the voyeur like she was our little toy, until she fell asleep. Although, I never fucked her again, luckily."
"Our little toy?"
"You were a dominating monster. And the whole night you didn't let her cum. I guess you had a good teacher." He smirked.
She couldn't help but to find it all bizarre, but as he spoke it, vague visuals seeped into her memories. Very vague. "Well, we had a threesome... and then went to bed. That's, crazy."
"That's not where our night ended, just hers. And, we went to the shower, and had more fun. I fucked you so much in this hotel. Everywhere. The bed, the shower, the table, the balcony, the kitchen floor, the pool table, the hot tub, the closet. I fucked you and watched you cry, when the first orgasm, in two months hit you." Damon pressed Bonnie's back against the wall, and spoke into the side of her neck, and her ear. "When I watched you cum for the first time in months, you cried and... squeezed me. Your whole body shook, so fucking hard, like old times. It was music, and art and I wanted to never escape that moment, watching you cry, in such... gratitude. You thanked me. Over and over. I've never seen a woman be more greatful in this world from an orgasm, then Bonnie Bennett, when I make her cum." His lips found her neck, in the place that made her weak. Just below her ears. Her eyes shut, and it took her back to a familiar place. She tried to fight the feeling, but by he time he was breathing on her neck, she was breaking down inside. "And by the time we were done, I was worn out. You fell asleep in my arms, and I held you all for the short time we had. I couldn't even sleep, I was too happy to have you in my arms. Then I got up twenty minutes ago, and made coffee. You must've realized right away, I was t holding you. And here we are."
Every word his lip spoke against her neck, forced her need. "Damn."
"Last night in the shower, you were talking to me, while I fucked you. Telling me how much you loved and missed me."
"Did you I realize, it was just drunken blabbering? How could you take it so seriously, Damon?" It bothered her not being able to remember it right now.
"Drunk tongues speak true thoughts." He looked her in the eyes and remained unwavering.
"Were you even drunk? How do you remember?"
"I was wasted, I never get that wasted, Bonnie. You know I don't. But last night I was wasted, and still wouldn't forget fucking you for the first time in two months. I guess I should be insulted that you forgot. Or maybe, you're pretending not to remember, because you know you loved it."
"Or maybe, I simply don't remember." She said plainly.
"Hmm." He didn't believe her for a second. "When I was inside of you, you told me you missed it. You needed it. You loved it. Then you kept saying you loved me. And it wasn't just you, my little naughty girl. It was me too. When your nails dug into my ass, pulling me into you, and your pussy was squeezing me, gripping my cock I kept imagining how I never want another man to fuck you."
Bonnie tried to tune out Damon's words, as he was so good at pulling her in with them. An expert sweet-talker, and foreplay words smith. His lips made their way to her neck again, and he kissed away. "Hmm. Oh god."
Bonnie's hands reached behind Damon, gripping his back. Damon pulled up looking at her face as he spoke. "I'm going to fuck you now."
"No..." Bonnie quickly remembered she was off limits to him. "I'm sorry, I can't."
"We already did."
"No." She gently pushed him away from her, and moved to the side. "I'm serious, Damon. I can't."
"Come on, Bon Bon. How long are we going to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Pretend to be angry with each other. I get it you're mad. I was mad. But I... I don't want to live with out you. What do I need to do?"
"Damon, you just don't get it, do you? It's beyond some petty fight. Okay. You lied to me. No! You didn't trust me enough to be honest with me. You lie to keep controlling everything, because you can't give up control. A relationship is a partnership. And I get the whole dominant submissive relationship. But it's more than that. You have been controlling everything since day one. Like a puppeteer. You were very selfish. So selfish. Asking me to give you everything, emotionally. Asking me to give up control. For you to be condescending, in such a way. Even if you believe you loved me... you loved me selfishly. And there is a complete difference, in selfish love and selfless love."
"What do I need to do, to prove to you that I made a mistake? I'll do whatever you want. Control, you want control? Name your price. Name your demand, I'll meet it."
Control? Was he really willing to give up control? Would he actually give up control to her? She pondered in a matter of thirty seconds thinking about taking him up on his offer. But, it wasn't that simple. Bonnie frowned, remembering one small detail, she realizes Damon didn't know. "Its not that simple, Damon. I'm seeing someone."
She lied. She lied. She lied. And she didn't even know why she lied. Maybe, because she didn't believe she had the will power to walk away from him on her own, unless she lied. And if she didn't lie, she end up having sex with him again. And she knew, if she had to have sex with anyone, it should be him. But he didn't deserve her, still.
"What? You're joking, right?"
"No, I'm not." She stood with his shirt on and her messy hair, looking at him from about ten feet away.
"Is it serious?"
"No. It's not serious. But it's not complicated either. And I appreciate that."
"Wow, two months, and you've moved on?" He was surprised, because he hadn't even thought to move on once.
"Two months, and you've not figured out how to fix this mess. You've not figured out how to understand my point of view. You've not reached out and tried to just... talk to me, Damon. You haven't tried to talk to me. In fact, you've ignored my calls."
"Bonnie..."
"No! We connect completely sexually. We come together, literally and figuratively, so beautifully. We are so connected, physically. But... emotionally, you've cause this disconnect. Shouldn't a dominant, have that type of mental as well as an emotional bond to their submissive. It takes emotion, to make me want to give the way I gave. Strong, spiritual, bonding." He knew she was right.
"I'm trying to understand-"
"Are you?" Then she remembered, how she left him a heartfelt message, and he totally ignored it. "And you know what... I left my heart in a message to you, weeks ago. Over a month ago. And you never responded. I got nothing from you after that! So, to that, I can't believe I did this again with you. Just let you pull me in. It's not even you're fault! It's mine. For having no will power with you. I have to go." Bonnie walked back to the room to grab her clothes. She looked around for her credit card and ID. "Got damn." She realized Elena held all of their belongings. She felt Damon's presence follow her into the room. He stood silently, and watched her scramble for her things.
"Bon, baby..."
"No. You can't call me that." She spoke defensively to him.
"Fair enough. Bon... I didn't listen to your message because I was honestly afraid of what you may have said. So much, fucked up stuff is going on right now, and... I couldn't take another hit. Not from you."
"Whelp... I guess, you had your chance. Maybe you should've listened to the message. But you didn't. Now I'm dating someone else. And he's a good guy. And I have to figure out, how to tell him what happened here?" Why was she still playing into this lie she told him.
"Seriously? You don't owe anyone anything, if it's not serious."
"That's the difference between you and I. I can't lie to someone, if there's potential for us to grow." He was taken aback by her statement. The potential for growth hit him in his chest. "Yeah. You heard me right. Potential to grow." She just kept lying, to make her point to him.
He rubbed his hand through his hair, and bit his lip as his eyes met the ceiling in a moment of unexpected silence. She walked to the bathroom and got dressed, and he stood there, with the urge to break everything around him. The urge to destroy the very hotel room he paid nearly a stack a night for. She walked out in the teeny tiny black dress. The one that said fuck me hard. The one that spoke to any dominant alpha and said, I'm the perfect fuck toy to dominate. It was lace with a nude bodysuit under it, and her stilettos were black, with bright red painted toes. A color that made him want to suck on them. "I don't have a phone, or any money on me. Can I use your phone?"
"I can take you back to your hotel. Where you staying?"
"I'm at the Cosmopolitan. But it's okay. I just need to call my hotel shuttle. I can't trust myself around you Damon." He watched her in her scantily clad, yet deliciously sinful, name brand of some sort, expensive, lace dress.
"You want to leave in that? Wear my shirt out at least?"
"Damon," she shook her head politely and smiled, "I'm a big girl. I don't care if people think I'm doing the walk of shame. I own my sexuality. I'm not worried about what these strangers think."
"Wow, Bon... you've really... changed."
"I'm okay with me. He's okay with me."
"Stop... talking about him." He demanded. Knowing it truly drove him crazy not knowing more about him, or who he was, and how serious they may have been despite her words.
"I'm sorry. It was insensitive of me. Uhh, can I use your phone?"
"Yeah." He handed it to her. She called her shuttle and two minutes later headed for his hotel door.
"Can we just act like last night never happened?"
"Is that what you want?"
For my sanity? She asked herself. Then answered him. "Yes." If she thought too much about it, she'd want to just pick up where they left off. And she couldn't. He never even listened to her voicemail.
"If it's what you want sweat pea." She did t answer or nod her head, she just decided it was time to go, before she couldn't manage the strength to walk away from him.
"I'll see you at the wedding Damon."
"Will he be there?"
"Ummm." The last thing she thought about was Kai, and now she felt sick to her stomach, because her lie would translate to Kai, and she didn't want to have to make Kai, be this fake boyfriend. So, she didn't answer.
"I just want you to know, that he stands no chance." He spoke as she walked away.
"Excuse me?" She turned in confusion.
"It's simple. He can't have you."
"Damon, you don't own me. You can't permit me, or anyone else, that they can or can't be in a relationship with me."
"That's where you're wrong. You are mine. You always will be. And no man, will ever... EVER, give you what I can. What I have. And what I will, in this life."
"Will?"
"You heard me right. We aren't finished. And you should let him know that."
"Damon... this isn't a competition." She glared.
"I'm glad you realize he's not competition."
"No, no, no. You know what I meant... it's not a contest. I'm dating him. Plain and simple."
"Yeah, I'm sure he is. Which is why you are with him. He's just plain, and simple. And vanilla."
"I wish you guys would stop using that word. He isn't vanilla. And that's not what I meant. And for the record, I know you have a date. Kat told me. I fully intend to be respectful of you and your date. I hope you show me the same respect."
"Have I ever disrespected you?" He asked with serious face, watching her give him a questionable glance. " I mean, when we weren't having sex, or role playing...?" He smirked. "I was always a gentleman."
"Just... be on your best behavior for our friend's wedding. It's not about me, or you. I'll see you tomorrow Damon."
"So wait a minute..." he looked at her with a serious face. "You telling me, I have no chance with you? Like at all?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Damon, I have to go." She didn't say no. That's all that mattered to him.
"Til tomorrow."
x A day later x
Katherine sat in the vanity at her hotel in Corona Del Mar. At the last minute they had to find a new make up artist who could come on call. Davina was going to do Kat's make up, and for obvious reasons, she wouldn't be providing that service today. "Make sure you accent my bone structure, and I don't want to look bronzed. I want to look golden. Make my eyes stand out." She spoke as the girl started her contouring.
"Yes doll. Don't worry, I got you."
"Good. Because if not, I'm going on yelp and complaining."
The girl looked at Elena, who looked at her and hunched her shoulder. "It's her wedding day. Please don't fuck this up. None, and I mean NONE OF US, will hear the last of it."
"Of course. I promise I can make anyone gorgeous." Elena and Kat looked at her like she was crazy. "I mean, you are already gorgeous, but I'm going to have you looking nothing short of goddess."
"And make sure, you deliver." The girl got quickly to work, and the hair stylist was primping her tools. "By the way, I want the shade RoseGold on my lips. We made that clear on the phone. You have RoseGold? Because if not, there's your yelp review." The girl pulled it out and showed her the label. "Perfect."
Elena had her pink dress hanging up, and she was primping it for wear. "When did Bonnie say she'd be here?"
"Well, last night after we got back, she told me she had to pick Kai up from the airport when he got back last night. But then Sarah called Bonnie, to tell her that they were having a hard time getting Lily to eat. She was throwing everything up. She seems to be most responsive to Bonnie. So, Bonnie had to go to her house, and Kai ended up taking a cab home from the airport."
"No way." Elena paused, "You know something strange? I think Bonnie called Lily her mother in law two nights ago. You think, she and Damon will get back together?"
"I say yes. But, Bonnie is very stubborn. She won't take him back until he does some major proving. Aside from that, Lily and Bonnie are very close. So, I can't imagine if any 'other' guy is in the picture, he'd not be love with that concept of Lily and Bonnie. If not for Lily, though, I'm not sure Damon would have a shot with Bonnie."
"I can imagine." Elena said quietly. "Hey so, Sarah will be there with Stefan tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah why? Is this going to be hard for you to see him with her?"
"Not at all. Pft." Elena smirked, awkwardly. "You think she remembers?"
"What?" Katherine grinned amused. "That you and her made out for like half an hour. Or that you used to fuck her husband?" Elena felt embarrassed when both the hair dresser, and make up artists paused.
"Shut up. It wasn't like that."
"Are you jealous?"
"No. Asshole."
"Oh, wait, are you nervous? Or are you excited?"
"Damnit, Katherine. It's just awkward is all. What if Stefan knows?"
"From what I hear he's not into girl on girl, or threesomes. So, I doubt he knows, because he'd be disgusted, or something. They say he's pretty old fashioned." Kat joked looking through her cell phone at all the messages people had sent her, opinion congratulations. "Wow. I can't believe, there will be a wedding today, and I will be the main event. Who'd a thought?"
"Tell me about it, I thought I'd be first."
"Yeah well, no rush, right. Day at a time." Kat looked down feeling her phone which buzzed, from a text from Bonnie. "Oh shit."
"What?"
"Bon didn't get home til three am after leaving Lily's. She should be here any minute, but still hasn't seen Kai. She won't see him until the wedding. Which is when she and Damon walk down the isle together."
Elena gasped. "Damn. That's, rough. But, I haven't seen Tyler since a few weeks ago, and the first time I see him, I'll be walking down the isle with Stefan."
Kat rolled her eyes, and shook her head. "Bitch, its not the same thing. Don't "Elena" this moment." She said in quotes.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked defensively.
"It's a classic thing you've always done. Which means, don't take a situation, and make it about you. You do it all the time. You did it with Caroline."
"Wait, how dare you?"
"No, stop. I'm not trying to be mean, but like, and don't take this wrong, but what you and "Scaroline" did six months ago, was different. She cheated on Ty. But you slept with your best friend's man. You tried to like, make it the same, but it wasn't. Because Ty cheated, like she did, but she's still your best friend so..."
"God. You and I were doing good the last few months, and-"
"And, we still are doing good. I'm just being honest. Hey, don't get it twisted, I love Tyler for you, much more than Stefan. I actually didn't like Stefan when he was with you. But, I would never fuck anyone Bonnie was with. And that's just facts. And besides, Caroline was a bitch, you're better off. She treated Ty horribly, and hated your twin. Whereas, my best friend loves you."
"Hey, don't forget, Caroline slept with your boyfriend in high school. So... yeah, I was operating off twin emotion."
Kat rolled her eyes, but accepted it. "It's a lie. But, I'll take that."
"You better because, you hated her for years over that. Now you can actually, have a come back if she ever brings it up again."
"Whatever. I'll take it. But you need to stop making moments "Elena" moments."
"Well, here's a none "Elena" moment..." she took a break and sighed. "...I'm so happy for you. I mean, Elijah is perfect. I was almost jealous you found him first. Til I found out what type of shit he's into. Fuck that! But... I'm happy for you and proud of you. You're an amazing sister. If I don't tell you enough. Unfortunately, your man is a kinky bastard, and you're into it." The two women in the room were so into the conversation, Katherine cleared her throat.
"Ahem." Her face snapped, when Bonnie walked into the room, with her hair and make up a mess. "The fuck happened to you?"
"Lily. She can barely swallow her food. I was there all night. I'm exhausted. I went back this morning, and she was drinking broth. We are trying to get her to go to the hospital, and get admitted, so they can help her with her digestion, but... it's not fucking working. She doesn't want to do it." Bonnie said with her eyes watering. "And, I don't know what to do. I called Damon, but his phone went to voicemail."
Story of my fucking life.
"He and Elijah stayed another night. Headed back this morning around six." Katherine said. "Babe, come here. I'm so sorry."
"No. Don't be. It's not your fault." Kat rubbed Bonnie's back. "She's doing okay with the broth. But, Julian came this morning." Bonnie's time changed in a more positive direction. "Her boyfriend. He had to tie up loose ends before getting out here. He's with her today, and you should've seen her face when he showed up. She cried, tears of joy. And it felt so good to watch them reunite."
"Wow. That's good." Elena mentioned offering a hug.
"Yeah. So... let's not talk about it. Today is your magical day. And I'm going to start my hair and make up." She walked out of Kat's room and headed to the other guest room, where Elena was staying. "I need a shot of something." She shouted. "Stat." Elena looked at Kat as Kat tried to get up.
"I'm on it. Just sit here, and let me help her. She wouldn't want you to focus on anything but you, today."
"Fuck." Kat whispered. "Okay. I'll be in there as soon as my make up is done. Pour her a shot of whiskey. And bring me one too." Katherine realized she was getting married today, and her nerves began to act up.
oOo Bonnie oOo
I sat and thought long and hard about Lily's condition. It was frustrating because every time it felt like Lily was getting better, she would get worse. I just keep thinking it'll change, it'll change, we can fight it. But, Lily doesn't seem to have the urge to fight. Or maybe it's selfish of me to think that way. Lily, is fighting the way she can because, fighting is hard on her body, and some days I just want to break down and cry. I stare at the bottle of rum in front of me. I poured a glass, and thought long and hard about the last forty-eight hours.
Lily and Damon are the only two people in my life, that I can't control the variables of their relationships or the outcomes of my relationship to either of them. Two days ago I woke, in a compromising position. And mentally, I've been too focused on the wedding to let it effect me negatively, that Damon and I slept together. Still, that morning with Damon replays in my head, right as I sit down to get myself together.
My body still coming down from the commotion he put it through, the night I ran into Damon at Play in Las Vegas. It was so intense. I needed it. Sadly, like an addiction. Do I remember the encounter...? Well, let's just say, he will probably never know the truth. And I'm sated for now. I'm somehow, very relaxed now, and can't help but to think maybe, Katherine was right about me needing to get laid.
... oOo ... E oOo K ... oOo ...
The alter, filed with friends and family quickly. Half an hour before the wedding, every single guest was in attendance, except Damon. He was stuck in traffic and Katherine was freaking out. Rebekah and Elena were calming her while Bonnie was looking for Elijah. She knocked on a door, hoping he'd be behind it, after having knocked on two others with no luck. "Come in." She saw him pacing back and fourth with his white suit on.
"Lijah? My phone is in the car. And Damon's not here, have you heard from him?"
"He's stuck in traffic."
"How, is that possible?" She asked with an awkward pause. "Kat said you guys came back at six am. He knew the time of the wedding. He wasn't there when we needed him last night either to help Lily. What is going on with him?" He could visibly see her annoyance, even though she tried to act minimally concerned.
"Tis my fault Bonnie. I... was very drunk last night. I took Katerina's ring to a friend of mine, two days ago, in Vegas to be resized. He needed the extra day. So, we stayed the extra night, because of the ring."
"A day before the wedding? The fuck Lijah?"
"Don't blame me. It wasn't my choice. You're "best friend" lost fifteen pounds, for this wedding. She was obsessed. I over heard her say that her engagement ring was fitting loosely four days ago. So, I took the wedding ring to be resized Friday, by a good jeweler friend of mine, who was going to rush my order. I got extremely drunk, Friday and Saturday. With just the intention of getting home in time. We left to get here. And, I realized I forgot the ring. So, Damon called some car company in Victorville, which met us on the spot, and I took something called Über home. I got here before nine, and Gino took Damon back to Vegas to get the ring for me. He got back there, around ten-thirty in the morning. Then he drove back, right away. but it's Sunday, and the traffic coming back from Vegas to LA on Sunday is-"
"Is horrific." She said with a heart half full over Damon's selfless deed. "Oh my God, you've signed your death wish, Kat is gonna kill you if he doesn't get here on time. I can't believe you. And, Damon... wow, he did that for you?" She went from being pissed to pleased with his actions but now worried for his safety once he got back, because Katherine was going to kill him. Plus, a part of her was horrified that he may not make it.
"Yes. I didn't even ask. He just made it happen. Here it is, six pm and he's not here. I feel awful, Dear Bonnie. My wife-to-be, is going to serve my dick for dessert."
"Lijah... we won't let that happen. We can stall if need be. Okay, I'll call Damon, and we will-"
"I'm here!" A voice shouted busting in the room, nervously. His hair wasn't done. His face wasn't shaved or even neatly trimmed for that matter. He wasn't the normal Damon. He lost eight hours of primping time, and looked like it. Bonnie hadn't seen him look so, thrown off in his life. But his voice sounded like her safe place. Their eyes met, and without thought she ran to him tossing her arms around his neck and squeezing him. Totally forgetting about how hey left each other on bad terms two days ago. He could feel how worried she was in the way she hugged him. "Hey, Sweet Pea. It's okay. I'm here. I have the ring." His arms wrap around her, hugging her back. His long arms felt like it almost wrapped around her twice. She pulled up and looked at him.
"I was so worried."
Their eyes couldn't stop staring in each other's. He wanted nothing more but to kiss her, and they were interrupted by the door opening up again. "The bride is ready."
Everyone turned to the voice, and stopped. Bonnie was thrown out of her moment. "Damn, uhh, I should get ready. I need my tux." He said to Elijah.
"Yes, come on, we can handle everything back here. But you won't have time to shave or-"
"It's okay. The five o'clock shadow looks sexy on you." Bonnie said, not having caught herself ogling his disheveled look. Damon surprisingly turned towards her, smirking at the comment. She then realized, and felt embarrassed. "Umm. I need to go calm Kat down okay. She knew you weren't here, and was freaking out."
"Yeah, of course." He agreed. But somehow, they were stuck in a trance, not moving. Just staring.
"Ahem." Elijah cleared his voice.
"Ummmm... yeah so-"
"Okay. I'll see you out there." She said. They smiled at each other, and she walked out, leaving Elijah to stare at his friend, who was visibly stuck on the sight of the woman he loved walking out of the door, but not wanting to let her leave.
"Damon?"
"Eli?"
"Thank you so much. I do not know how to ever repay-"
"Stop." Damon interrupted him. "It's nothing. I'm sure you've done it for me. Let's just, get this ceremony going, before Kat, comes back here and skins me."
Elijah laughed, but it was almost painful, because he was terrified. Damon watched him laugh nervously, and he patted him on the back, after taking off his v-neck. "Bro, it's okay to be nervous. I know, you're always the guy who has it together, but it's okay to feel afraid."
"No, it's not. I'm her security. I always have the answers. When she needs me, I'm there. What if I'm an awful husband? What if I'm like my brother?" Elijah rubbed the sweat beads on his forehead. He never sweat this way unless he was having sex.
"No. There's no way, you and Kol could ever be the same. Mikael isn't your blood." Damon paused, regretting those words. "I don't mean it, the way I said it. I'm sorry. I know you hate that."
"It's okay, I understood you. But, while you're right, he raised me. He is the father I know. The example I have. He was awful, to my mother."
"But, you won't be. It's not in you, to be that man. You're, heart is big, and without sounding like a little bitch... I fucking admire that about you." Elijah nodded his head in appreciation, and both men hugged. "Now, hand me the damn tux. I smell like ass. You'd never known I took a shower this morning, because all the driving in the heat has me sweating like a pig."
Stefan and Klaus walked back in the room, after having helped seat everyone. "Fuck, you look-"
"Stefan, not fucking now! Help me." Damon demanded. The men had five minutes to make him look... Damon-ish.
...
Kat stood in place while he dress train was being brushed. Her olive skin was flawlessly gold tinted, so slight by so rich and decadent. As if she were a Grecian statue. Her hair was pulled back and filled with curls most of which were pinned up, some still flowing down her back.
Bonnie's eyes watered a little staring at Katherine. "Wow, you look... so beautiful. You look like a Goddess."
"Bonnie stop. I look like royalty at best." Bonnie laughed, watching Katherine still manages to do what she does best, be sarcastic and snatched at the same time. "You know I have to use humor to avoid crying, because, if I cry, it'll all hit me, and I just... don't want to be emotional today."
"It's a good day to show emotion. I promise."
"I know, but I'm already gonna kick Damon's ass. So, it helped that he was late, because, it got me angry." She smiled, feeling the tears pool in her eyes. "But, I remember my parents divorce. And the fact that, after all of these years, they are coming together for my wedding, it's just crazy. They barely talk to each other, and they once, chose each other, Bon. They did, what Elijah and I are doing today. I just, don't want to end up the same way."
"Kat, babe... trust me, I've been there. Remember, Kol?" She laughed.
"Exactly. You and Kol, were going to be each other's-"
"Nope. We were young, and unprepared. Had no idea what we wanted or who we were. So, you can't compare the situations. And if you do, you'll just realize, I'm right. And, I can't promise yours and Elijah's future. Because no one can. But what I can say, is you've dated a lot. ALOT!" She added sarcastically. "But, you've changed with Elijah. Not who you are, but what you were willing to give from the beginning. You were never one to trust easily. Fall in love easily. You in fact preferred sugar daddy's, because it was such an impersonal thing for you." They both laughed. "You dated guys who were always busy and you rarely stuck to just one at a time."
"One guy was sooo much maintanance."
"Yeah. My point exactly. Elijah is the first guy to have all of your attention. Hell, he has more than that. He has your lock code to your phone."
"That's such a big fuckin deal, you have no idea how hard that was."
"Right. Because it meant you had to know for sure it was him and only him. And he's whatever you want whenever you want it. He works hard to make sure you're never bored. He's your fireman, your school master, he's ice cold when you want him to be. Burning hot when you need it. He's everything you need and want, and it doesn't bother him to do that for you, because, he loves you. As long as the two of you keep doing what you're doing. Compromising, for one another, I can assure you, that you'll have a happy, loving, and adventurous marriage. Okay, don't let a law, or piece of paper, change the heart of what you are to each other. Don't let it stop the dating you still do with each other. You guys fit. Miranda and Grayson, are not Elijah and Katherine. And, you guys aren't Kol and Bonnie. So, stop comparing the situations."
"Yeah, you're right. I know, it's just... children of divorced parents, always wonder... what if."
"Don't wonder. Make your own answer clear always. He's lucky to have you. You're loyal, and honest. Even if your honesty isn't always warranted." Bonnie said sarcastically.
"Pft. You know it."
"My beautiful best friend, I'm so happy for you. And I'm glad I'm able to be here, and watch you live one of the happiest moments of your life. I'm honored to be your Maid of honor."
"I don't think I could've gotten through my and Elijah's break up, without you. Really you were by my side through the whole thing. You were even there for Elijah. We, wouldn't be here today, if it weren't for both you and Damon sending us to Alaska. And dealing with our crisis. Thank you."
"Of course, what are best friends for?" Bonnie leaned in and hugged Katherine, but not too tight, because she was already snug in her corset.
"I guess I shouldn't be so mad at Damon. Maybe I'll thank him too. Just not today. That asshole was late."
"Go easy on him. I think he had a rough morning." Bonnie said sincerely.
"Fine. But he deserves to know how stressed he had me."
"Okay." Bonnie lifted Kat's vail and pulled it over her face. "Okay Queen. Let's get you married."
...
The men met back up, outside of the alter doors... with Katherine, Bonnie, Rebekah, and Elena. Elijah was at the alter, and Katherine was standing calmly with Bonnie. Damon walked towards her to apologize, and before he could get a full sentence out, "Kat, I just wanted to say-"
SLAP!
"That's for being late to my big day. I hope it was worth it." He stood in literal shock, and grit his jaws. Bonnie bit back a giggle, and shook her head, silently lipping, Sorry. Luckily Kat had a long white glove on, so the sting was less abrasive.
Everyone lined up in order, and before the music started to play, he looked at Bonnie, for the first time realizing her dress, matched his suit accessories. "You look fucking beautiful."
"Thank you."
"Meanwhile, I look so mediocre. Which is absolutely, not like me. I'm not mediocre."
"Mediocre. More like super humbled, by... regularity." She smiled sarcastically.
"Haaaaa. Funny."
SMACK!
"Ouch." Damon said, when Kat popped the back of his head.
"Walk dick head, it's your fucking turn." She whispered angrily, scooting him through the alter.
"Talk about bridezilla. Holy shit! Elijah is so fucking lucky I took the hit for this." He quietly said, making Bonnie laugh as they walked out. She was fixing his hair as the alter doors opened, and he was smiling at her adoringly. She forgot Kai was there, when Damon kissed her on the cheek as they walked out. The two of them walked out like they belonged together. Kai recognized Damon's face, and the way he looked standing next to Bonnie. It wasn't a moment he lived for, or cared for.
Still she hadn't noticed him, because of the commotion from the night before and today.
Through the display of friendly affections, everyone was silenced as Kat started to walk down the isle. The chapel was silenced and Elijah lit up, like a man, who had everything he could ever ask for. Her dress, was elegant, and the train was longer than Kol's track record for ruining lives. She wore off the shoulders sleeves, that started below her shoulders. And the dress was fitted all the way to her knees where it fanned out. Her bouquet was the colors of her bridesmaids dresses, of roses, and babies breath. And her veil was pinned to the back of her long draped hairstyle with part of it covering her face.
When her father made it to the end of the alter, he kissed her cheek. She stood near her fiancé, and the two of them were a sight for sore eyes. They couldn't keep their eyes off of each other.
Within minutes of profound words, hopeful wishes, and adoring glances, he was kissing Katerina Mikaelson, aka, Kitten. And they were husband and wife.
...
When the ceremony was over, Bonnie rode with the bridal party over to the reception. The large tent on the property was on a beautiful hilltop in Corona Del Mar, over-looking the Pacific Ocean. You'd ink they opted for an outdoor wedding, on the beach, but Kat was adamant about retaining her golden spray tan.
After group portraits and doubles of the wedding party, the bride and groom, and the Bride and Maid-of-honor, and Groom and Best man, the group gathered around chatting, before heading into the reception tent. Kai watched on from afar as Bonnie took pics, and waited for her to return. They still hadn't spoken much since before he went to Washington. When she'd seen him from afar, she excused herself after talking with Rebekah and Elena.
Slowly she headed towards him, in her yellow dress, and he tried his best to match her. Without being able to wear yellow, as per Katherine's request. He bought a yellow flower for his suit pocket. Her smile brightened as she approached him, and he stood shyly, contemplating how to hug her, knowing he was being watched. As if it weren't awkward enough for him, he realized she had been friendly with Damon from the ceremony on. But, his thoughts and negativity were flushed down the window, when she batted her eyes. "Mr. Parker."
"Ms. Bennett." He grinned, grabbing her hand and kissing it. It didn't go unnoticed by Damon, when he stopped and saw Bonnie headed towards the unnamed guy. His entire demeanor changed, watching Kai smile at Bonnie. Then after kissing her hand, he watched a six-foot-something sandy brown haired guy tower over his submissive, his woman, his property, his territory, his lady, his girlfriend, his sweet pea, his Bonnie, his Schiavetto. And hug her like he was trying to own her. Damon's jaws began to tick in fury, and it didn't get better when said, man, leaned down and kissed her hand. "Wow, yellow, is absolutely your color. You look bronzed and flawless."
"Oh stop." She blushed. "Tell me more?"
He laughed at her, and kissed her again. "And, looking at your hair swept up like this... damn. I wanna take your neck, and bite it."
"What's gotten into you Mr. Parker? You're usually more reserved."
"I don't know. I just feel strangely, aroused. And strangely, possessive. But, I know we are just friends, so... I digress."
"Well, I may, or may not have accidentally done something stupid."
"What?"
"I accidentally told my ex, I was dating someone. Forgetting you'd be here today for a second. So, naturally, even though I lied, he will assume it's you."
"Ohhhh." His eyes widened. "Shit."
"Yeah. Sorry. Listen, if anyone asks, just say we're friends."
"Okay. But, I mean, if you think it'll help you, then I can pretend to be your boyfriend for you."
"No, Kai, really. I feel bad for putting you in is situation, but it was purely coincidence. And-" He pulled her body in for a peck on the cheek. But he didn't realize he'd accidentally make her smile, when his beard tickled her. "Kai, oh my god, your beard." She laughed. When he pulled away from her cheek, they made eye contact, and both paused, until he spoke.
"See, I'm good at pretending. What are friends for?" His face was too close to hers again, and the moment became too personal. They both moved slowly away from each other, not even realized Damon was watching from afar.
Fuck.
Damon thought, his beard was definitely filled, and near perfect. He noticed how much different the unnamed man was from him. He immediately realized the man couldn't wear a suit quite the way he could. No one was as tailored in a suit as Damon was. Especially this guy. Stefan realized his brother was standing with an aggressive tension in his shoulders. His stance was like a Doberman Pincher.
"Damon, today is Elijah's and Kat's day. Let it go."
"I'm fine." Damon said, grimly, almost with a growl.
"Okay, good. You're date is inside. Let's go get a drink."
"Yes. Let's." He agreed after watching Bonnie and Kai walk inside. They headed towards the tent, and the entire group left Elijah and Kat to finish their solo pictures.
...
Elijah held Kat in his arms, glancing down at her, as directed by the photographer. "You are the most, beautiful woman on this earth. And I'm profoundly honored to have you as my wife."
"Keeper, baby... I'm still in shock. I don't even know what to do with myself. My happiness, is unmatched. I've never, ever been this happy." She gave a romantic gaze, and he took her lips in a gentle kiss. The photographer caught the intimate moment, and began snapping away. Elijah's strong jaw, was then cupped by Kat's hand, gently, and he dipped her slight as the sun began to set over the ocean.
The photographer captured the moment perfectly. A sunset, over the ocean, with a shadowy figure of a man kissing a woman.
Elijah then lifted Katherine up and used her hand to turn her. And with no music he sang in her ear and began to sway. "Let us share our first dance, beneath the sunset of a California sky. Signifying the first time we met. On the yacht, at this very beach, ready to sip champagne over the ocean adrift."
"Sure keeper. But, don't let me melt in the heat. A short dance, please?"
"Of course my little kitten." He grinned dotingly. "Can you please purr for me?"
"Baby? The photographer is there." She blushed.
"In my ear. I want to feel your lips against my ear."
"But that makes you horny."
"Certainly, but the build up to the honeymoon will be worth it. We will take the helicopter to NAPA for two nights. Then we are off to Chena Hot Springs, Alaska." She purred gently and made him bite his lip.
"Who would've thought, we'd end up loving the place Damon and Bonnie sent us to work out or issues? You and I almost didn't get here?"
"And yet, here we are. And I have never been happier."
"May I call you by your name?"
"For today, my love, certainly." He sweetly spoke as they sway.
"Elijah?"
"Katerina?"
"Thank you for wearing white and pink today."
"Anything for you, love."
"Elijah?"
"Yes Mrs. Mikaelson?" He smiled hearing the name on from his lips.
"I'm officially Mrs. Mikaelson. I'm officially your wife." She grinned from ear to ear.
"We officially belong to one another."
"I love you."
"I love you too, my love." And the moment was lost in a kiss, under orange skies, and blue waters. "I think we should go re-introduce ourselves to everyone."
...
oOo Damon oOo
I had a glass of bourbon in my hand, and stood in my own corner of the reception hall. I decided to look at my phone. I was bewildered by the behavior of Bonnie towards me three nights ago, then the following morning, then today when I got here. First she was all over me telling me she missed me. Then she was almost utterly annoyed at the fact that we slept together. Then, today, I felt that weird connection between us again, that pulled us together, even when we tried to remain at a distance. Now I'm staring at the little voicemail tab that hadn't disappeared in over a month. "Fuck it." Watching her laugh with another man, is more painful than I'd ever have thought. What do I have to lose? I press the screen on the voicemail tab, and wait.
I lean against the wall continuously skipping other messages I'd avoided. Mostly from Oliver and Stefan. Until I hear her voice. "Damon, its Bonnie." I keep listening, and every word, felt like a bullet to my soul. He words continue... "you were just this enigma. And somehow..." word for word, I regret not having listened to this over a month ago. Because maybe she wouldn't be here, with him. "Hopefully you get his message in time... Bye." It was a long message. Long messages were not Bonnie's thing. When it was all done, I realized, that if I were her, I'd be angry at me too.
"Damn. I never went home. She waited for me. And I never showed up or even called back."
The full voicemail will be played next chapter But he listened to snippets after she'd told him how she was hurt by him not returning her call. Are you surprised by Bonnie's one-night-stand and all that happened? I know some of you wanted it to be Klaus, but I couldn't do that to Bonnie's character, it doesn't fit her in this story, and what she's internally battling. Both she and the man she slept with. And would've meant a whole new level of fucked-upness. Even though Kol deserves the worst, he'll get what's coming to him. Bonnie lied about having a boyfriend. And Damon sees Kai. Whom he hates already. But this was a small Intro into drunk Bamon. Please tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading about Bonnie the sexventurist.