Rated M/MA Reader discretion is advised.

This chapter may be a bit confusing but I feel it's necessary. Bonnie is lost, she has to find herself. She on a road to self discovery but she will definitely make some good and bad choices, just like the rest of us!

Thank you for your continued support.

Chapter 4 Upside Down:

Elijah got home from work early with plans to take his wife out for a night in the town. He was tired of being complacent and blending in with all his other male relatives. All they knew how to do was live well (in wealth), follow the rules and indulge in anything they wanted, disregarding ethics or morals. Who was he to judge them? Up until now, he was the same.

When he was younger he never thought he would end up living in such a way that prevented him from embracing his heart's desire. He wanted to work in the family business, be with Bonnie, and have lots of children. He didn't want to be a slave to his job, but he also wanted to be the provider. Bonnie's career choice always appealed to him because it allowed her the freedom to be around. It would have been perfect. The young Mikaelson always had the heart of a moral rebel though somewhere along the lines that spirit was broken.

Bonnie wasn't what his family wanted for him. She had no powerful ties or money, in fact, her parents were drug addicts who left her to be raised by her grandmother, Sheila Bennett until she passed away when Bonnie was 16 years old. Her only present relative is her cousin Connor, a chemist who develops different animal toxins and creates weapons for the military. Though his specialty didn't make him rich, he was compensated well enough to pay for Bonnie to go to private school, have provisions and utilities in the house Sheila left her.

People respected Sheila Bennett, what she lacked in wealth, she had in knowledge and class. This was how Bonnie met the Salvatore's. So even though Damon and Bonnie had a falling out, the Salvatore family loved Bonnie as if she were one of their own. When Sheila passed away, despite her spending more time with the Mikaelson family, Lily and Giuseppe looked out for her as if she were one of their own. They even offered to adopt her, but her cousin Connor would not allow that.

Still she had no reputable social standing; as a result, she wasn't even considered as a candidate to join the Mikaelson family. It wasn't until Elijah insisted that he would only have her and no one else that Mikael warned him that this would be his last act of rebellion. He would not tolerate any more of his insolent acts without their being serious repercussions, most of all Bonnie would suffer the consequences as well. Mikael trusted Elijah and cruelly took advantage of his youthful naivete. There was no way the boy would have truly understood the consequences of a man's actions.

He was so immersed in their standard of living that he forgot who he once was and as always Bonnie forced him to look in the mirror to see if he recognized who he has become. Her happiness is important to him and he decided after the previous night and the presence of his newly found siblings, he would do everything to make it work and deliver on his promise to make Bonnie happy.

Coming home to an empty house was not in the plans. Seeing that neither his wife or siblings were home only made his blood effervesce. When Rebekah arrived at the house, alone, he began to thirst for Nik's blood. He imagined Nik trying to charm his way into Bonnie's life. So, he waited. He sat on the deep mocha leather recliner with a glass of his favorite single malt scotch.

When the two people he was waiting for arrived home together, he clenched his free fist with the innate desire to pound it against his brother's face. Ferocity settled in his gut, wrenching to escape his control.

His wife's hair was disheveled, skin flushed, the clothes she wore hung off her body oddly and if he wasn't mistaken there was a faint bruise on her arm tainting her perfect cinnamon skin. Nik had a look of satisfaction on his face and Elijah was at his limit.

He rose from his chair. His normally cool demeanor evaporated in a sea of vexation breaking his stoicism.

"Where the fuck have you been? Why do you look like that? More importantly what are you doing with HIM?"

The atmosphere in the room turned darker than the Mikaelson lineage.

Bonnie froze in place unsure of what to do or say. It looked exactly as it was there was no denying that. Why would she want to anyway? Did she not have the right to seek satisfaction outside of her marriage just as he had?

"I've been out Elijah. As for your other questions, I am not sure what you are implying." She feigned ignorance knowing this would only serve to fuel his temper.

In reality she wanted to anger him, she wanted him to feel exactly as she has felt during the 8 years of their marriage. Revenge is a dish best served cold and she longed to be frigid towards him.

Elijah closed the gap between him and his wife, his hands firmly grabbed her arms. Looking into her eyes seeing the contempt that resided in them, he spoke in a chilling whisper. "Don't play coy Bonnie. You are insulting my intelligence and your own. Why were you with him?"

She wanted to stand up to him, she wanted to so bad it felt as though her life depended on it.

"I think the answer to that question is obvious. Nik took me out for a good time since I'm always going out alone."

He couldn't look at her. It took every fiber of his being to accept that he did this to himself, there was no one else to blame… on second thought, there was someone else to blame- the person who was with her, this brother of his who felt he was entitled to indulge in what rightfully belonged to him.

Transferring his anger was oddly easy. He fixed his gaze on the tall cerulean eyed man leaning on the front door. "You!" the murderous intent was palpable, Bonnie slightly shook in fear of what may happen feeling it would be her fault.

"You must consider yourself to be most cunning? You and your sister sought sanctuary in my home and I graciously allowed it. Now your sense of entitlement has extended to my wife?"

Nik's smug countenance was getting the better of Elijah. Bonnie's heart raced, while part of her was worried about the fall out, another part was excited.

"You, Niklaus, must think I'm a fool? You are manipulating her in your favor, taking advantage of her emotional state in hopes of taking her for yourself. She is not transferrable property. She belongs to me. She is my wife and it would serve you well to remember that. Now get the fuck out of my house!"

Elijah rarely raised his voice, so when he yelled Bonnie quivered in fear. Nik smirked basking in Elijah's dismay, loving the rift he was creating between the married couple.

"You are dumber than I thought." He began to circle around him like a vulture picking out the best part to rip from a carcass.

"I hit on her before I knew who she was, seeing a woman with repressed sexual desires unfulfilled by her spouse, pleasures, I had no problem giving such an ethereal creature.

Her naked finger is not my doing; it's yours. Admit your fault, brother."

Sensing where this conversation was going, Bonnie attempted to stop the argument before things got out of control.

"Nik, this is between Elijah and me. Please just retire to your room."

"He is no longer welcome here. How do you suppose I allow him to stay whilst this mongrel attempt to mark territory that isn't his? Call mother and tell her to get him a hotel room."

"You know Esther can't do that."

"I don't want him here."

Nik chirped in. "You may not want me here, but does she?" he pointed at Bonnie who gave him an icy look.

"Nik please, retire to you room as I asked you to."

The tall blonde male wouldn't have it. "Bonnie, you know he's only reacting this way because now he feels a fraction of what you have been feeling all these years. After all this time of being an inattentive husband he wants to make it up to you now? Cute!"

"Nik, I will not ask again."

Elijah didn't care much for what this want to be replacement had to say. He couldn't hear or see anything. He could only focus on the air of satisfaction the taller man carried with the smirk he wore on his face. Because of this, he couldn't stop himself from acting out his rage.

When his large strong fist met his brother's jaw, he heard a satisfying crunch. He couldn't stop his other fist from connecting with his nose. Nik was caught off guard, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. After getting his nose broken by Elijah, he fought back punching him in his stomach following with an upward elbow thrust to his chin.

Bonnie began to panic. "Stop it! Stop it!" she screamed.

Rebekah heard Bonnie screaming and ran to help her separate the brothers. "Let me guess, Nik is working his magic?" Rebekah rolled her eyes then sent a cutting look in Bonnie's direction. "I hope you know what you're doing. I like you but that doesn't mean I will allow you to string Nik along."

Neither man acknowledges her request. Nik grabbed Elijah by his crisp collared shirt punching him square in the face as Elijah kneed his gut causing Nik to drop to his knees. He lifted Nik by his spiky hair and brought his fist back to finish knocking him out when a pair a petite caramel arms wrapped around his waist.

"Elijah, please stop. You know how much I hate violence. Don't you remember?" Her tears soaked the back of his shirt and all of the rage inside of him turned into regret. Even as he tried to do right by her, he hurt her.

With a clearer head he remembered how Bonnie's parents used to beat each other up in front of her high off of any drugs they could get their hands on. They drank from morning to night. At times they would turn their anger to Bonnie beating her as well unless she locked herself in her room and hid in her closet.

He felt her body shake from the sobbing memories sending tremors up his spine traveling straight to his heart. The petulance he felt moments earlier was long forgotten in her embrace. He turned around to comfort the woman he never wanted to hurt. All he wanted to do in that instance was restore the shards of delicacy that chipped off the broken porcelain doll that stood in front of him. She was barely holding it together and he was determined to build what was destroyed under a stronger foundation.

His strong sinewy arms enveloped her tiny frame pressing her head against his burly chest running his fingers through her unruly waves. In a tranquil voice he murmured "Shh… I'm sorry Elskan Mín. I am so sorry for everything."

Those warm words so tenderly spoken meant everything to her. Elijah is never one to apologize especially when he has every right to be upset, so for him to apologize and soothe her woes indicated that he was truly trying. The realization hit her hard turning her stomach, her throat contracted and burned, she felt the bile rise up. Her breath quickened. Her heart punched harshly against her chest. She ran out the room, up the stairs into the master bathroom regurgitated every bit of the meal Nik prepared for her.

Elijah looked at his younger brother with contempt kneeling in front of him to be at eye level.

"I'll allow you to stay the night. Tomorrow you will speak with Mother and ask her to make other arrangements for you."

Elijah walked towards Rebekah and gently grabbed her face with his hands. "You don't have to leave. I think you can be quite useful in keeping my wife home where she belongs." Rebekah slapped his hands away. "I will never betray Nik. As for your wife, I fear there is nothing you can do to keep her." Elijah's expression hardened. "Oooh, don't fret dear brother, we'll be sure to keep Bonnie in the family."

Rebekah helped Niklaus up and helped him walk to his room.

Elijah sat back in his chair for a moment and finished his scotch. He allowed himself some time to process everything. Bonnie was slipping through his fingers. She let Nik touch her. He touched her. His brother touched Bonnie in a way only he was supposed to. He wasn't sure which emotion he was feeling most, anger or betrayal. Elijah was a man on a mission, he needed to keep Bonnie.

As his thoughts settled, he climbed the stairs and headed towards the master bedroom.

He entered their room taking notice that the bathroom light was on and the door was ajar. There stood his enchanting wife rinsing her mouth and splashing cold water on her face. Dew drops trailed down her cupid bow lips, falling from her chin, and disappearing in her cleavage. The heat traveled to his groin imagining his tongue tracing where the water fell.

A force beyond his control pushed him towards the door and before he knew it he was in the bathroom standing behind the brunette.

She didn't realize he entered the bathroom until his lips descended on her neck leaving light feather kisses from the nape to her ear as his teeth tugged on her lobe. Her head shot up in reaction to his ministrations. The reflection of the man she has always wanted touching her left her in a state of osmosis. Tears built up in her eyes as his hands reached for the hem of her blouse slowly inching the gray cotton material up allowing his nails to scrape her skin in its ascension.

She was in a daze, dancing candidly in the recess of her mind enjoying every second of his touch. This is the Elijah she always dreamed of. This was what she ached for. The sheer bliss of the small fragment in time made her feel alive, reborn even. Her thoughts were elsewhere not taking notice to how swiftly he was discarding her garments.

Elijah took a moment to admire the lovely heavy-lidded jade eyed woman's bare chest. He remained entranced by the magnificent wonders of her body. Her captivating pulchritude is the epitome of femininity. Such perfection could never be copied. He fucked up. He fucked up badly and the only thing he could think of that would help him maintain his sanity is to touch her. He needs to touch her the way she longed for. He must give her what she's always wanted.

A thin coat of sweat covered her flushed cinnamon skin, her erratic breathing was proof of the effect he still has on her; it was like breathing oxygen on the embers of a dying flame restoring its life force.

His kisses traveled down her shoulder as his hands palmed the soft tissue of her bosom. She let out a well-earned moan as she regained her cognizance. This opportunity wasn't going to pass her by; after all, she didn't know whether or not this would be the only time she got to experience his touch.

He moaned into her clavicle trailing his tongue intricately around her shoulder blades and neck. His cool minty breath fanned the shell of her ear. "Bonnie…"

He detached his self for second to disrobe. She watched him… a serendipitous oasis in the midst of a scorching desert. Her body aflame – something only he can extinguish. As his boxers hit the floor leaving him au naturel for her voracious perusal, she pressed her still clothed thighs together willing the friction to alleviate her need if only temporary.

The sound of the shower turning on caught her attention however not quick enough as Elijah was in front of her peeling the tight leather off her caramel toned legs. The panties were ripped right off of her and thrown in the small garbage can next to the toilet. He was tempted to burn any offensive material that has had the displeasure of adorning her body post coitus.

Carrying her petite frame bridal style into the shower, he lathered her from head to toe.

"I'm going to wash every trace of him from your body and you will do the same for me. Then I will erase him completely by writing my name in your mind, body, and soul. I will give myself to you entirely and be receptive for all you have to give."

He captured her lips, in a procession of small sweet chaste kisses rubbing his lower lip against hers opening her up allowing his tongue to explore every crevice massaging her wet muscle taunting it to fight for dominance.

Thinking about her pleasure & wanting to make her feel validated as a woman, he allowed her to win. Her body was shivering in a mix between delight and fear. Delighted to be living one of the many fantasies she has had of her husband, but fearful of her inexperience showing in her inability to please him.

Her shy movements were understood. He created this insecurity inside of her, it was his job to fix it. The glorious image of water trickling down her lithe form cause his hardened length the pulsate. Soap suds traveling down her body getting caught on the small patch of brown curls in the apex of her legs begged for his attention.

He grabbed a razor and knelt down in front of her. "Lift up your leg Ástvinur." She complied still spellbound by his actions without realizing that this was the first time he used her pet name since they got married. The razor was swiftly put to work ridding her of any hair left hiding her deistic flower from him. Once he was done he cast the razor aside massaging the flesh within her folds cleansing it entirely.

Consumed by passion and driven by insatiable hunger he bathed her body with his tongue exploring every part of her. Nothing else existed, nothing mattered, only them. Enraptured in the confines nirvana causing their spirits to temporarily leave their bodies as their touches transcended the physical realm, they failed to take notice of vexed blue eyes observing their coupling.

Elijah threw his wife's soft firm leg over his shoulder salivating as he admired her enchanting dripping well. Thirsty for her nectar, he dove in, lips massaging the slick rosy folds open as his tongue darted into her tight hole.

"Elijah!" Using his teeth to tease her moist petals he inserted his finger into the depths of her insides feeling the muscles pulsate rhythmically around it.

This felt nothing like Nik's touch, with him it was raw, carnal lust driven by release. With Elijah, everything was amplified, every touch that would be pleasurable from another man was electrifying from Elijah. Intense bolts of lightning caused her nerves to spasm with every stroke of his talented tongue, every graze of his expert touch, and every caress of his panting breath.

The water cascading down his short spikes, trickling down his sculpted chest, and outlining his bulging arms as his mouth suckled on her button was so visibly stimulating that it transported her to a world of pure ecstasy. Her mouth felt dry.

She wanted nothing more than to be joined with him. It had been so long and even so, it was never like this.

"Elijah, please… Don't tease me."

With lips glistening with her sweet juices he blessed her with a very rare smile. "Shhh…" he said against her clit making her legs shake uncontrollably. "I want to make up for lost time. Don't expect to get any rest tonight."

Her viridian pools dilated in anticipation of the fulfilled promise. "Ahhhh…" she moaned melodically as he added another finger thrusting and curling delightfully inside of her core. His tongue flickering against her pearl vibrating his lips against her folds sending tremors through her body. Her skin felt awakened hypersensitive to every single movement of their bodies.

Her back arched with every thrust, lick, and vibration rocking her hips in sync with his ministrations. Clouded eyes sought clarity in the gaze of smoldering brown pools as she reached her climax exploding violently into his mouth.

He drank from her well greedily. She is his drug- one that rapidly had him reaching a state of inebriation. Maintaining a firm grip on her leg, their hips brushed together as he made his way up her body.

Kissing his way up to her naval twisting his tongue inside he continued his assent until her reached her firm round mounds.

"Please Elijah, please. I can't take it anymore!" Never has she wanted something so badly. She knew it was wrong to make love to her husband after she fucked Nik, but she couldn'bring herself to care. She wanted this. She wanted him.

His member throbbed dying to find refuge in the enticing warmth of home. He kissed her swollen lips whilst he lined his member with her entrance.

Wasting no more time, he plunged inside of her filling her up divinely. Her insides pulsating in pleasure attempting to stretch to accommodate his gratifying girth. He hooked her other leg around his waist pushing her until her back collided with the cold tile of the shower wall. He rolled his hips into her pressing her breasts together so he could take both nipples into his mouth twisting his tongues forming an infinity symbol around each bud.

Their love was a tainted one. Part of Bonnie knew this moment would be fleeting. She resented him for denying her what he can give. Now that they reached the end of their rope, he wanted to ignite that fire inside of her and to her dismay, it was working.

"Elijah!" His name fluttered from her lips breathlessly.

"Bonnie!" He groaned into the valley of her breasts leaving bite marks on her tender flesh possessively.

The celestial titillation of their skin to skin union was too intense for her. Crocodile tears streamed down her face with weighing sadness.

Elijah looked up at his wife's tear streaked face. "Ástvinur…"

"Elijah, Why? Why did all of this have to happen? Why couldn't this be "us" from the beginning?" Her sobs grew vehemently.

Taking hold of her silky locks, he pulled her head back crashing his mouth on hers giving and taking her oxygen as he continued to penetrate deep into her sex hitting the sweet spot with fervor.

He whispered over her lips. "I love you Bonnie."

Using his arms to support her legs, he raised her hips higher lifting her up and down as he thrust his erect length into her slick folds rapidly.
"Elijah, don't stop!" Her moans reverberated off the walls creating an erotic concerto.

"Ahhh" Blinded by a white light, she lost control again releasing herself from the confines of her lover's prison. "Ahhhhh…I'm… I'mm… Oh God!" The nectarous waterfall cleansed him claiming every vein, every inch, claiming him entirely.

There would be no more sharing. Those were the thoughts running around in her head.

Not waiting for her to come down from her high, he turned the brunette around with hands pinned to the wall her breast pressed against the slick cold mosaic blue tile. A loud thud resounded, the oblivious couple paid no mind to the outside world.

Elijah entered her once more lifting a single leg, hooking it with his forearm to gain better access. "Elijah… Ahhh." She cried into the tile in delight.

He bit down on her shoulder leaving noticeable indentations on her skin. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll do better." He crooned into her ear hoping the message he was trying to convey was received.

Rotating his hips, grinding inside of her feeling the tightness around his member gripping him firmly stretching his skin, trying to milk him of every drop of semen in his body, it took every bit of his concentration not to find release. His hand found her pearl pinching it, rolling it with the pads of his fingers.

His other hand pressed her back to his chest arching her at a better angle as he captured her lips, thrusting harder, faster. Their breaths rapid, desperation sliced through the fog slowly filling the air from the hot shower water.

Her muscles convulsed around his member sporadically as he quickened his thrusts causing her to scream into his mouth in bliss. She felt her body to be weightless reaching zero gravity when she realized she was not in her body, she was looking down at her and Elijah's slick forms grinding against each other, shower water dripping beautifully down their skin. The drops beating softly against their bodies added to the sensual music of their love.

The scene was mesmerizing, and Elijah's spirit leaving his body as he emptied all of his essence inside of her joining her own spirit only added to the allure.

"Bonnie!" He choked out.

As their spirits rejoined their bodies, the slid down to the floor still joined together.

True to his word, he did not let her sleep that night. Filling the house with an echoed symphony of their love making, it was 6 a.m. when they finally collapsed from exhaustion. As she drifted to sleep wrapped in his arms she noticed two big holes on the wall next to the bathroom door. Did Elijah and I do that?

She giggled lightly remembering how he was tender and possessive marking nearly every inch of her body in bites or hickeys, claiming her in every inch of the room, whispering sweet words completely un-Elijah like. With the fear of what the day may bring she leaned into her husband's chest letting the cool breaths of his deep slumber lull her into a state of false security drifting to dream land though she briefly mused that she was already dreaming.

After Rebekah helped him into the room Nik popped two painkillers in his mouth and paced back in forth in the room. He was absolutely livid!

How dare he speak to me like that? And her, she stood up for him! Is she really that stupid? No. She can't go back with him now. I won't let her.

Letting curiosity get the best of him, he walked towards her room the door wasn't fully closed so he quietly let himself in. The bathroom door was slightly ajar giving a good enough view of a seemingly dazed Bonnie allowing her husband to explore her body, touching her similar to how he was just hours earlier.

When Elijah freed her of her remaining clothes and carried her into the shower Nik thought he was going to snap. He wanted so badly to pummel his older brother into the tile until he no longer stood in his way. Instead after what felt like hours of watching the married couple, he took his anger out on the wall running out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Once he reached his room he made a quick phone call to a special friend.

'Ring, ring'

"Mmmm… Nik is late!"

"I know. I need you to do something for me."

"Demands in the middle of the night? This has to be good."

"No times for pleasantries love. Remember that contingency plan I mentioned?"

"Yes."

"Well, you're on."

"Ooh this is going to be fun!"

'Click'

With a smirk on his face he turned the radio on the Classic Rock Station singing Pearl Jam's Jeremy on the top of his lungs trying to drown out the lascivious noises coming from down the hall.

It was noon in a small coffee house across town when Esther met with her distressed twins. They arrived separately. Nik on his motorcycle clad in his chef coat on and pinned stripped pants. Rebekah drove Bonnie's spare vehicle.

When Esther saw Nik's face she leapt out of the chair holding his face in her hands. "Baby, what happened?"

"Your son Elijah happened. He did this before he kicked me out of the house last night. If it wasn't for Bonnie, he would have made me leave last night."

Esther knowing her older son's temper had to ask. "What happened? I know Elijah, so you better tell me the truth."

Nik smirked. He had no problem telling Esther exactly what he did. "I seduced his wife."

Esther gaped at him, angry at his audacious behavior. "You did what? Why would you do that?"

He challenged her with a scowl of his own. "I did it because I've decided I want her."

Esther banged the table harshly. Her voice lowered several octaves in a deep menacing timbre "You do not interfere with Bonnie and Elijah! She means so much more to him than you can ever imagine, and she's loved him since they were young, if they break up that will be on them. You are NOT to get involved. Do you understand?"

"Excuse me mother, but are you saying that both Bonnie and Elijah are not to blame as well? Elijah neglected his wife, Bonnie allowed herself to be seduced, and Nik just got caught in the middle of their feud. It's quite funny, really, that you have such a judgmental disposition when we are a product of your infidelity. I mean, the parallels between the two scenarios are uncanny." Rebekah smiled at Esther and winked at Nik. "How does that adage go?" She paused. "Ahhh. Pot calling the kettle black?"

Nik began to laugh so hard his stomach ached, and tears wet the corner of his eyes. "You seem to forget something. My mother was named Ayana, you…" he pointed his finger at Esther, his cerulean eyes enflamed in anger "… are only the woman who gave birth to me. I just met you not long ago. As for Bonnie, I will have her. Make no mistake 'mother' I always get what I want even if I have to take it!"

He walked away leaving a stunned Esther, just before he placed his helmet on he continued "Oh and 'mother' don't worry where I'll be staying, I have that covered."

Bonnie arrived at the classroom early to setup after Elijah dropped her off. She was glowing from the wonderful day she had with him. He didn't go to the office today, making up for lost time. They spent most of the day in bed, sort of. The only time they left the room was to eat. This what how she always pictured it being with him, laughing, fighting playfully, leaning against each other, diving in a sea of passion allowing the waves to crash and drown them.

That may seem dramatic but true love is intense, it takes over every cell of the body reprograms a couple from "I" to "We". It felt as if nothing could knock her down from her high.

The thought of seeing Nik today made her feel guilty. Perhaps she should have waited, perhaps… In reality she couldn't find herself to regret being with him last night. The date he took her on was perfect. He made her feel special and fucked her like a mad man.

A twisted fantasy of having Elijah and Nik the same time popped into her head. One taking her from behind and the other in front, her mouth went dry at the thought of their hard bodies sandwiching her between them. That newly familiar ache pooled in her abdomen sending shots deep in her core, rubbing her legs together she tried to relieve the discomfort.

As much sex as she has had these last 24 hours you'd think she'd be spent when in reality it fueled her need. Looking at the clock, the time was 6:45 p.m. and she had 15 minutes before class. She pulled up her olive green ¾ sleeve sundress, pushing the flimsy sheer material of her thong to the side she ran her fingers up and down her slit.

"Mmmmm…" She started breathing harder as she flicked at her pearl using her other hand to palm one her breasts feeling her nipples tighten delightfully at the attention.

Her middle finger dove into the slick passages of her sex whilst the pad of her thumb circled around her clit. The room grew humid with her ministrations. "Ahhhh..."

Warm cinnamon scented breath wafted the nape of her neck leaving a small peck on her unmarked clavicle. She nearly fell off the seat, startled by Nik's sudden appearance cursing her stupidity for not locking the door.

"Nik…" Her face mirroring the hues of the brightest cherries "you really should knock."

He closed the gap between them pressing his hard chest against her incredibly hard nipples creating a delightful friction. His face inched closer to her until they were breaths apart, their noses touching.

His proximity made her tense not knowing whether to let him take her or to reject him entirely. His smoldering stare kept her locked in place as his smile reached his eyes. He grabbed the hand she used to finger herself bringing each to his mouth in a slow torturous pace his eyes not moving from hers as his tongue circled every bit of the flesh gliding down the nail save for the middle finger which he put in her mouth biting his lower lip at the sight of her tasting herself.

He nodded. "You see how delectable you are?"

She couldn't talk, she could barely breathe.

The beating of his heart quickened exhaling harshly his lips closed in on her biting down on the plump flesh of her lower lip sucking at the thinner top one. His hands roamed her body wanting to rediscover the wonders of her planes. Strong large hands fondled her ass. "Mmm aaaaahh…." She moaned in his mouth.

I can't do this. Is this what I really want? Even if Elijah and I were over, would I jump into something else and not have time for myself? And what about Rebekah, I feel connected to her. I don't want her to think I'm leading Nik on.

She pushed him off her. "I'm sorry Nik, I can't do this! Elijah and I are going to try to work things out."

Midnight crashed with Minty Green.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. Good luck with that!" He ignored her for the rest of the time until the class filled up.

Bonnie took her place in the middle of the classroom.

"Welcome everyone. Today we are going to hear from Anna, Katherine, and Nik. After they read, we will have a commenting session. Seeing Katherine in her classroom, unnerved her. She hadn't heard or seen much of her since she and Damon started seeing each other.

"Anna, you are up first."

The disheveled young woman fidgeted in her seat folding and unfolding her fingers on her lap nervously. She looked around at her classmates with a rosy tint creeping up on her skin. Breathing in and out she read meekly.

Everything is so troublesome. The late nights, workloads, cigarettes… his effortless intelligence makes it even more troublesome to be around people- they just don't get it. Instead the clouds accompany him taking all his woes away as they sail away into the sky.

She admires from afar, longing to be the sun for his day and the moon for his nights- perhaps then he'd look at her. Who is she kidding? He will never look at her, she's far too ordinary.

How can anyone be so envious of a cigarette? The way he places it between his lips wetting them with his tongue [wetting her at once], before contact is enough for her to want to cast the offending item aside and replace it with her own lips running her hands through his chin length mahogany locks.

Apparently, he's fond of thin leggy brunettes. She's seen him with plenty. If only she were like those beautiful women, instead she is just ordinary.

By the time Anna was done, she looked like she was going to pass out. The quirky brunette slid into her seat with a sense of accomplishment from facing her fears.

Claps were heard all over the classroom. Bonnie was the first to comment.

"Anna, is your story angst based? Where are you going with it?"

"Well, the story is a reflection of my actual life. It's actual accurate to a T. I honestly don't know where the story is going. I'm hoping it will give me some courage to talk to him."

"Ahhh… so you are literally writing your story! Very nice! I love how you did it in author point of view rather than your own it makes it positively vague." Seeing the brunette pale at her comment the caramel skinned beauty corrected herself. "I mean it as a compliment."

Elena chirped in. "If you want to talk to this guy you should just for it. If it will make you feel better, I can help you with a makeover. Oh and I like your story, I just think you can serve to spice it up a bit. The first step would be to spice up your life."

The short doe eyed girl smiled brightly at the young brunette winking at her suggestively.

"I like your spirit Elena. Anyone else?"

Bonnie giggled. "See this is why I love this sort of learning environment! Ok moving along. Katherine!"

The sultry mocha eyed vixen got up from her seat pulling down the leather of her micro mini skirt, unbuttoning two buttons of her onyx cardigan shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows displaying her petite forearms. Her toffee long beachg waves splayed across her shoulders. Katherine is a very attractive with a slim hour glass figure that any man can find appealing.

The loud click of her 6-inch black stiletto boots took Bonnie by surprise as she stood a few inches away from her chair. Katherine licked her thin rosy lips; her deep mocha eyes had a glint of malice in them. Adjusting her stance, she looked around the class, smiled and began her reading.

Addicted. The deep thrust of his thick length pushes me over the edge every time. Our sex is my only constant. I keep him away from home. I'm his lunch for work.

He wants me; he takes me- to heights that transcend universal boundaries. Our space is endless. It will be me soon- the only one or so he reassures me as he goes deeper reaching depths in my body no one else has.

Bonnie's stomach began to twist into knots. She had a really bad feeling about the self-absorbed woman that boldly stood close to her in defiance.

When the moon shines through my window, it outlines his spiky brown hair, equally brown eyes, and tan muscular skin in mystical embodiment of fire. His cool minty breath against my neck sends shivers down my spine.

No! She didn't want to hear this. This couldn't be! Her lungs felt as though they were collapsing, she couldn't breathe, her heart was beating violently against chest, and her mind went completely blank.

His name emerges from my lips pleasantly. "E…Li….Jahhhh.."

Unconscious. Bonnie only remembered being unconscious as she looks down at Katherine's bloody face.

Unconscious. Katherine was unconscious, and Bonnie's bruised fist was full of her blood. No noise was heard around her, no screams, and no gasps, nothing. No hands pushing her off the brunette bitch beneath her. And just like that, she entered the white light, letting it take her away. She didn't want to return and now she didn't think she could.

Translations:

Ástvinur = Lit. transl. "love friend", means darling/beloved

Elskan, elskan mín, also ástin/ástin mín = My love, my darling.