Rated: M/MA
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Don't be mad at me for this chapter. It kind of had to happen. No matter what, we can't truly know what choices another would make in the situations we deal with on a daily basis. As we get deeper into the story, we will find out more about Bonnie's history. We have already had a peek. It's hard to let go of someone who you've loved your whole life especially when they start doing the things you wish they would have done in the beginning. I can only call them growing pains! I favor Klonnie for this story, but it won't be easy sailing for them. Bonnie will experience life as a single woman but in true Niklaus Mikaelson fashion, he will not be left behind!
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Chapter 5: Chasing Pavements
A steady beeping echoed distantly. Dulled green eyes blinked in a haze. What on earth happened? Where am I?
"Bonnie?" Elijah's voice trembled as her name fell from his lips. There was an air of vulnerability in his tone. This wasn't the Mikaelson she was used to.
"Water." Her raspy voice was cracking. She felt so disoriented; all she could remember was hearing that slut Katerine or as she knew her from long ago, Katerina Petrova's story and losing consciousness.
Elijah brought a small white foam cup of cool water to her lips tilting it slightly, so it could slide down her throat at a moderate rate. It was refreshing but her throat felt like sand paper.
"What happened?" Elijah started pacing back and forth with a stressed look on his face. Answering his wife's question would only serve to bring up the past but he knew that she deserved to know still he did his best to avoid the subject.
"I brought you a book. I know how you love this author; you said she inspired you to start writing again."
Her eyes caught sight of the title 'Winter Wings*' she arched her fine brow until she saw the name of the author 'Porcelain Memories*' her eyes widened in shock.
"You actually know whose books I read?" she couldn't hide the surprise in her voice.
"I know more about you than you think."
She didn't want to get caught up in him again; she had to know what happened as the hazy memories of the earlier evening hit her.
"Stop stalling and tell me now!"
"You were in class listening to a student's story which ended up being about me and you fainted. I hate to say it, but I have to thank Nik for bringing you to the hospital.
About what that woman said…" he was interrupted by his wife
"Is it true?" She growled forcing her weak voice to sound strong.
He groaned bringing his seat closer to her reaching out to hold her hand. "Bonnie, I slept with her on various occasions and even took her out a few times."
Bonnie tore her hand away from his with what little strength she had a moment feeling as though his touch burned her as much as his betrayal did. She was well aware of his affairs but actually hearing a woman speak about it, describing his quirks, his scent, his voice told her that the woman and he were far more intimate than a simple fling and that thought tore her tattered heart more than it already was.
"She was able to describe you in better detail than I can, why is that?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the answer to her question, but she needed to know.
Inwardly he was panicked. Telling her the full truth might bring many consequences- ones that he wasn't prepared to pay. "Shit!" he ran his shaky hand through his spiky brown locks.
"Katerina has been my mistress for some time. She knows that there are other women and she knows about you."
The breath was knocked out of her chest allowing that ugly feeling that there was more to the story to make her indulge like a masochist defying her master in hopes of being punished.
"How long?"
"Bonnie, I only love you. You have to understand." He was pleading with her.
"HOW FUCKING LONG?" She yelled, her voice cracking as the volume of her words increased.
"Bonnie"
"Don't patronize me Elijah!" She glared at him with enough intensity to make him flinch slightly.
"Since we got engaged" He put his head down.
"Father, along with the other family elders introduced me to her once I got their permission to marry you and told me that she would be my relief according to Mikaelson customs. I don't love her, we just have an understanding. It's not…"
He was cut off by the words he was dreading.
"I want a divorce. I just… I just…" She gripped her chest feeling her heart explode in agony. "… I can't do this anymore. You can go be with her just like in her story and when the elders ask why your marriage failed, you can tell them it was your fault entirely."
She couldn't look him in the eyes; she didn't want to see him. The sheer humiliation that she has endured became too much for her fragile heart to handle.
"I don't want to lose you." He whispered in defeat. His worst nightmare was coming true and he knew she was right.
"You should have thought about that before you went and listened to people who only have their best interest at heart. I would have never thought someone like you would allow such a thing. The Elijah I fell in love with was never a puppet!"
Elijah stood up; kicking the chair aside he captured Bonnie's lips in a ravenous kiss. His hands found their way to her wavy tresses, fingering through them memorizing the soft thin texture of each strand, allowing the scent to permeate his flesh.
Of all possible reactions she never imagined this being the one he chose. She thought he might lose his cool, tell her she wrong, refuse to tarnish his name, confess his love for Katherine, but never this. It's funny how something as simple as a kiss could flip her world upside down. The thought of him belonging to someone else is unacceptable to her, yet she wondered, did he ever belong to her in the first place?
Katherine has obviously spent more time with him than she has, how does she compete with that? She remembered that Katherina Petrova always wins. She took Damon away from her and now, the one man she thought was hers, the man she trusted with her heart years ago, Elijah, he's caught up in her web too. Bonnie never thought she could hate anyone, but now she didn't know who she hated more: herself, Katherine, or Elijah. All those years he spent away from her, those lonely nights where she wouldn't see him for days at a time, dinner parties and events she attended alone; he spent with that bitchy brunette woman whose eyes are as evil as her attitude. Was this really the type of woman Elijah wanted?
How can she believe his words if his actions said the opposite?
His breath haunted her lips tickling her slightly. "Bonnie, I will do whatever it takes."
The tears forming on the corner of his eyes nearly broke her resolve until she remembered the number of tears she shed and continues to shed for him.
"I want a divorce Elijah." That voice, so frigid, it didn't sound like her. Who is she? What has she become?
"If that's what you really want, there is nothing else I can do." She felt the loss of his warmth immediately as he walked towards the white hospital room door pausing once his hand reached the knob.
"I will sign the papers, but this doesn't mean I have given up." He looked over his shoulders. "I won't give up on you Bonnie. My affections never ceased. If I must enrapture you all over again, I will."
Before he was able to leave the door, she spoke up. "I wonder if you will still love me, if you still can love me when I start to act just like you. I've spent our entire marriage alone and now, I will accept the advances of the many handsome men who want to pursue me. You will have competition for once!"
Slamming the door close, he walked back to the hospital bed his wife was resting in and captured her in another searing kiss. She gasped into the kiss allowing him to plunge his tongue into her mouth snaking it around her own wet muscle waltzing around every crevice causing her to moan.
His hand reached underneath her hospital gown into her panties sliding up and down her soaked wet folds coating his fingers with her nectar. Once they parted for a much-needed breath he brought his hand up to her face. Wide jade eyes marveled at the evidence of her arousal.
Elijah looked at her with satisfaction. "They can try Bonnie Mikaelson, but they will never have you. I have barely touched you and you are already wet for me."
She bit down on her lip nervously, closing her eyes trying to strengthen her resolve. Why can't he just let it go? Hasn't he been doing as he pleases all along?
Cool minty breath caressed the shell of her ear. "I'll sign those papers, but you will never stop being my wife."
The viridian eyed beauty gasped in shock as his large strong hands grabbed her small body by the waist standing her up. He kneeled in front of her. Mocha locked on emerald removing her panties with his teeth not looking away. She gripped the bed railing as her equilibrium failed her. She was unable to control her reactions. She felt like an obedient servant doing as her master commanded.
He unbuttoned the top of his blue collared shirt giving her a peak of his immaculate form and sat on the floor in front of the chair he was previously occupying. Resting his head on the seat in his most alluring voice he said. "Sit on my face Mrs. Mikaelson."
If her mouth was dry before it was in a desert now. She was almost afraid to move out of fear of what might happen if she complied.
Sensing her hesitation Elijah reached out to her grabbing her legs, his fingers caressing the smooth skin as he parted them leaving a series of shock waves in their wake. He pulled her closer until she was standing over him facing the chair. Grabbing her firm ass, he growled as he brought her down until her sex was right where he wanted it. They were mouth to mouth.
The sensation produced from his tongue on her nether lips caused her to lose balance. Bracing herself on the chair's handles she felt his hands rock her hips back and forth as he sucked on her clit.
"Ahhh… Elijah, what if someone comes in?" Half excited, half scared, she felt her husband chuckle. The vibrations sent exhilarating trembles through her body. She bit her lip and began to dance to the rhythm of his tongue, twisting her hips as he circled her hole rubbing his nose against her button as he sucked her lips.
"Elijah, I don't kno-…" her words were stopped when he began to nibble on her pearl freeing his hand to use his fingers to penetrate her core curling inside of her touching all the sensitive points of her inner muscle.
The words wouldn't come out; after all he has always been less than comfortable with speaking about his feelings. It was even surprising him how much he'd been able to talk to Bonnie once she forced him in a corner. So when he heard the words divorce… no, when he heard her demand for a divorce he knew he couldn't give up. But when she mentioned dating other men, he felt the need to remind her that marriage or not she will always be his just as he is hers.
He wanted to kill Katherine for destroying the delicate thread that held his marriage together. He was no fool to believe things would be repaired so easily. It couldn't be; it would take time. The determination set in and he was going to prove to Bonnie that he wouldn't go without a fight. He would conquer all obstacles because she is worth it.
Her delicate lavender and vanilla scent made the sterile smell of the hospital barely noticeable, her addictive sweet essence poured from her well quenching the undeniable thirst he had that aided in strengthening his resolve to prove his adoration. Every flicker of his tongue was filled with a blazing vehemence and desperation, every moan his efforts elicited was a beacon of hope that what they've shared isn't over.
The way he was touching her had her dizzy filled with an indescribable high. Everything about him was intoxicating, addictive, and positively frustrating. It's so hard to push him away when he refuses to let go. Deep down Bonnie knew that she would never fully let go but she had to prove a point- she will prove a point.
He began cycling inside of her with his middle and ring fingers making her eyes roll back. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she quickly reached her climax. Elijah sensed this and added more pressure to her clit circling around her button, tapping rhythmically against her nerves as his fingers thrusted in and out of her rapidly.
"Eli…jja...ahhh!" He continued to lap her juices as they dripped down his tongue thoroughly enjoying the unique flavor of his wife's orgasmic explosion as it coated his lips.
Still stuck in a daze from Elijah's ministrations, Bonnie struggled to regain her equilibrium.
"Elijah" She moaned breathlessly still feeling the pulsating current fry ever nerve ending in her body, her muscles still convulsing as she tried to gather herself.
Elijah was completely enjoying the aftershock of pleasure his wife was experiencing, especially since he was the purveyor.
He picked the beautiful emerald eyed woman up laying her on top of the small hospital bed horizontally. Her legs hung off the bed despite her stature. He fumbled around with his belt and made quick work of unzipping his pants and freeing his member from the confines of his boxer briefs, he wasted no time hooking her legs on his shoulders before he thrust himself to the hilt securely inside of her.
Her hooded eyes snapped open. "Mmmm…" She gasped as he rolled his hips into her body.
She matched his movements challenging his dominance regardless of their position. She wanted to mark him as bad as he wanted to mark her. Mustering up what little strength she had left, she lifted her body throwing her arms around his neck.
Seeing his wife scooped in his arms with her legs pressed against her cheeks made him harder than he already was. The sound of the skins slapping as he rocked in and out of her sopping wet cavern made his engorged member twitch.
His mouth found hers biting down on her bottom lip, tugging it lustfully as he stopped in short intervals for breath. "Mine" he continually chanted with each thrust as though he was willing her to submit to his ownership.
Taking a seat on the plastic hospital chair, he used one arm to keep her propped up controlling every movement as he wound his hips bouncing her up and down relentlessly. His free hand found her bundle of nerves pinching it lightly making her erect nipple protrude through her hospital gown.
"You feel so fucking good Ástvinur." He groaned into her neck as he placed small feather kisses up to her jaw.
Her muscles contract around his member. "Elijah, if you keep doing that I'm going to…"
"That's right Mrs. Mikaelson, cum for me."
Their lips met, and tongues battled not wanting to succumb the whimpers vibrating in his mouth. She lifted her hips forcing herself down him harder as his sheathed tumescence pulsated ready to erupt deep into her womb.
"Ahhhh! Elijah… I'm… I'm…" Just as his thumb flickered against her clit her nectar sprayed all over his shirt and hand whilst his member emptied itself in her waiting canal.
"Ástvinur" He bit down on her neck leaving a new memento on her already marked body.
She still hadn't regained her strength, but she forced herself to say those dreaded words as lifted herself off his body and sat on the bed.
Her darkened lustful eyes held a shade of sorrow. "So, I guess this is good bye."
She couldn't look him in the eye out of fear that she may surrender to cowardice, but he wasn't having that. He collected his self-taking off his soaked sex scented shirt throwing it to the side he faced her. Using his hands to lift her chin forcing her to look at him he whispered on her lips "There is no good bye for us."
Mustering every ounce of love and passion in his being, he kissed her one last time as her husband. "I'll sign your papers, but no matter what, you are mine." From now on she was a free woman and he is a simple stranger trying to gain her affections. No more Elijah. No More Mrs. Mikaelson. Bonnie Bennett is about to re-enter society.
Everything was going as planned or so Nik thought. Teaming up with Katherine was a simple good fortune. When he met the little minx months ago, he knew she was the type of woman to go after the things she couldn't have. It was proven when he approached her at Downtown Manhattan bar. He offered to buy her a drink. She was clearly ready to reject him until she saw the way he was dressed and the glint of the faux wedding band. Once she knew he was unavailable, she was eating out of the palm of his hand. Nik bedded her that night and several nights after until he broke the spell he compelled upon her. Katherine did not like that she was played but she was intrigued by Nik's ability to one-up her. She bowed to the master of deceit which made it easy for Nik to exploit Katherine thoroughly with one common goal in mind- to separate Elijah and Bonnie. The devious brown eyed mistress wanted Elijah for herself and he wanted his dear big brother to be miserable.
Nik thought he was ready to meet Bonnie, until he did. Katherine's descriptions of her were not at all accurate. Bonnie is enchanting. Her beautiful spirit envelopes those in her presence filling them with warmth. He wasn't immune to her. He thought himself to be a monster, but she made him feel so very human. It was then he knew that Bonnie intimidated Katherine. For the most part, the common pattern he found was that Katherine wanted anyone who wanted Bonnie. What a jealous little minx! It wasn't hard for Nik to use that envy against her.
Katherine played her part perfectly using her talent for dramatic effect to bait Bonnie. He only thought this would break whatever it was Elijah restored the previous night. What he didn't expect was for her to glare at the sultry brunette, trembling as if she were containing every bit of herself not to kill the woman in front of her, and then collapsing on the floor.
Though he hated to admit it he was worried about her, especially since he decided to keep her for his self. There was something so mystifying about her, perhaps the taboo of her innocence as a married woman. Sure, he has plenty other willing women to satisfy his needs, but the feeling of her pretty little mouth wrapped around his thick long cock, her tight beautiful pussy, her taste, her scent, the way her nipples feel as they graze his chest, her sweet moans- all of her, everything including her intelligence made him want her. He must have her.
What better reparations than taking his brother's wife and making her happy with him. Perhaps even get her pregnant as a symbol of his superior virility. That would be masterful, he chuckled to himself.
He was not prepared to hear the woman he put so much work in distancing from her husband to be screaming out his name in pleasure from her hospital room. For the first time he admitted that just maybe he and Elijah had more in common than he thought.
There was no need to worry just yet. Elijah's need to take Bonnie before she recovered fully from fainting was indeed an act of desperation and he would do everything to extinguish ever bit of hope he held to get his wife back. He would make sure that they drifted further and further apart, even if it's the last thing he does.