*Warning watch out for the lemons rolling around ahead!* What's up, my fellow Bennett Lovers? Sorry it took me a little longer to update this time. Francesca has been doing the absolute fool the last couple of days, but thankfully she's gotten over her issues somewhat to help me pound out this one. But enough about our issues, if I bust it open we'll be here all day and this AN will be twice as long as the update. Sooo…As always, thanks for the all the follows, favorites and reviews. The motivation is f-ing real, Fandom! Alright, let's freeze all of this mushy gushy and so we can get on with the juicy, juicy! So without further finger pecking…
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
"Sure you wanna do this?" Greta asked as she placed the last touches on a spell she'd spent the last six hours readying. "Your family's expecting you in the next couple of weeks. So why go early? This other Bennett witch couldn't possibly be more powerful than Lucy. Didn't they say something about the girl only just finding out she's a witch? Everyone knows a powerful witch worthy of her craft manifests their magic early on."
"True, but it'd be remiss of me to dismiss the witch out of hand without a proper evaluation of her sorcery and fortitude," Niklaus Mikaelson said as he lay supine on Greta's altar. "Presenting myself to her while incognito will allow me to do so without my siblings' incessant interference or my mother's enduring need to demonstrate the chit's more glowing qualities through antiquated means."
Greta snorted. "Esther's so old school. She'd probably sacrifice a chicken and have the little girl smear herself with its innards, right before she tells you to rut with her."
"My mother predates school, love." He continued to watch the overhead of his recently acquired chateau. The features of the ceiling were faultless. A blank canvas which anticipated a design. Perhaps one day he may just create a work of true art. A masterpiece which will assuredly shame the trivial finger paintings Michelangelo inflicted upon the Sistine Chapel. He permitted his mind to drift back to the conversation at present. "In a fortnight when I officially arrive in Mystic Falls I'll already know the girl's measure. There'll be no purpose in dispensing time in favor of posturing upon formalities and customs."
"And if this one is another Bennett dud?" She asked, while adding a bit of belladonna and night shade to the bubbling brew.
Her tone sounded somewhat strained and distracted, so he allowed his gaze to fall on her. "Then we'll sacrifice the human doppelganger in favor of breaking the sun and moon curse. By harnessing the power of the imminent celestial event, you'll have all the magic you need to complete the spell."
"Hmm, the recurring comet." She poured the concoction she'd labored over for hours into a golden jewel encrusted chalice, and then approached him with the bejeweled goblet in hand. "The breaking of the sun and moon curse is gonna be a bitch. I'm gonna be out of pocket for at least a week after the fact." Her shoulders sagged as she imagined the possible burden complicating her near future. "Everything would be so much easier if Lucy was the prophesized Bennett."
"Agreed, however, since she's already experienced her quickening, such lines of reflection are idle." He shifted into an upright position to stroke her nipple through the gauzy silk of her lingerie. "Now enough of pondering over things we can't alter. Tell me, love. Is everything in place for my surreptitious return to the most tedious part of hell?"
"An employment contract has been secured on your behalf, along with adequate accommodations. Everything is arranged. All you'll be required to do is step in and go, lover." She pressed a lingering kiss upon his lips before handing him the chalice.
Blood rushed to his cock and enflamed the ever wanting muscle. The thought of having it off with her once more attempted to destabilize the very foundation of his sound reasoning.
"You've done well on such brief notice, Greta. Had we time, I'd present you with a rather toe curling carnal manifestation of my approval." He pressed another kiss to her mouth and allowed his fangs to nick her bottom lip. The tang of her blood pooled on his tongue. Her answering moan nearly thwarted his schemes. Alas, fate awaited, and she could be a bit of a bitch when she wasn't attended. With great reticence he pulled away. "Regrettably, it'll have to hold until next we meet." He drained the chalice of its contents, and then lay back on the altar. "So try not to be too long, love."
As Greta began her chant, he permitted his lids to slip closed. Soon he'd be in epic Mystic Fail. That's when the games would truly commence.
"Can't believe you have us doing this," Bonnie hissed through stiff lips. Rebekah had some damn nerve committing them to this shit show.
They stood on Elena's welcome mat waiting on someone to open the damn door. It was the very last place she wanted anyone to find her. And to make shit even thicker, Rebekah rocked a chest full of attitude. Just because she ditched school. How childish was she?
"Well, I can't believe you thought to take your leave of school without so much as a, by the by," Rebekah said. Her tone sliding dangerously close to hitting an all-out bitch key. "And yes I know Elijah can be quite knee weakening, but that's neither here nor there. I was utterly mad with concern, while Kol's tantrum was so profound, he nigh drained Celeste and Amerie. His own pets!"
Before she had the chance to tell Rebekah what she thought of Kol and his pets, the door swung open. Elena stood on the opposite side of threshold looking a little too damn twitchy for her liking. Her dark brown gaze darted around them as if she expected someone else.
"Well are you gonna invite us in or is dinner to go?" Bonnie questioned. Her own attitude full fucking grown.
When the brunette finally gave up on the hope of another person materializing on the porch, her gaze shot back to them. "Sorry guys. Stefan was supposed to be here an hour ago with take out. I'm not sure what's going on with him, and he's not answering-,"
"Stefan?" So this bitch planned to bomb rush them with her eternal teenage stalker. Fucking, fuckery, fuck! "You didn't say a damn thing about the Twilight reject joining us for dinner. You know his stupid ass showed up-," Rebekah elbowed her arm. "Ow, what?"
"Boys can be such undependable creatures. Trust me, I know. I have four older brothers," Rebekah said in the fakest voice she'd ever heard. Elena, however, must've had a thing for all things fake, because she lapped it up without any issues. "Invite us in and we'll see to dinner ourselves."
"Oh," Elena's buster browns nearly exited their sockets. "I'm sorry, of course you can come in, and no worries. I've already ordered a pizza." She stepped aside to allow them entrance. Once they entered, "You guys can go on in the family room. Make yourselves at home, while I try Stefan one more-," A knock sounded on the front door. "Wow, that's probably him."
"Get the door, love. We'll wait for you in the sitting room," Rebekah said. She then grabbed her hand to tug her into the other room.
Inside the family area, Rebekah claimed the love seat. She then yanked Bonnie into her lap. As the blonde's hand caressed her hip, she pressed open mouth kisses to the side of her neck. Despite her attitude, a moan sashayed from her lips without a drop of shame.
"Thought you were pissed with me?" Bonnie murmured as she leaned her head away to give her girl sucking and nipping access.
"I'm livid." Rebekah slipped her hand under her shirt. Bonnie's lids slid closed as her soon to be lover slipped her fingers into her bra. "However, why should I deny myself? You're the one in need of punishing, not I"
"You didn't tell me dinner came with a show, nice," a mocking voice snarked and thoroughly decimated the vibe. "It's no wonder why my brother's always here."
"Bonnie Bennett! Is making everyone uncomfortable your default setting?" Caroline Forbes questioned with a superior lift of her chin.
"Oh sweet vanilla flavored, Caroline." Rebekah murmured, giving Bonnie's nipple one last squeeze before removing her hand from her shirt. "Your prudish disposition is the sole culprit for any discomfort you may feel. Were you home practicing your tumbles as instructed, your pre Civil War sensibilities would still remain intact." She kissed the corner of Bonnie's mouth. "And you wouldn't be imagining all of," her cool lips sought the opposite corner of her mouth, "the impressively dirty things I plan to inflict upon my irresistible girlfriend later."
Bonnie scoffed. Rebekah was all kinds of wrong about Care's character. Her ex-best friend was as slutty (sexually liberated) as a street corner hooker. She'd give the business to Bozo the Clown if she thought he'd choose her over Elena.
"Why aren't you home planning your racist themed Founder's Day float?" Bonnie questioned as she allowed her glare to roam over the practically middle aged lunatic at the vapid airhead's side.
"Or practicing your tumbles?" Rebekah added.
"Because I have a life and a hot boyfriend. Two things you whores seem to be living without at the moment," Caroline countered.
"Bitch, please! Have you seen Kol? Besides, your granddad hasn't been fuck hot since the late '90's. Just look at him," Bonnie twisted her face into a frown. "He's looks to be on the bad side of thirty and I'd swear under oath he hasn't brushed his hair in weeks."
"Go diddle your girlfriend, Bennett," Caroline fumed, while actually having the damn nerve to stomp her foot.
A screwed smile touched Bonnie's lips. "I plan to when she teaches me how she likes it."
"Bonnie!" Disgust deformed Caroline's classical features. She then whirled around to face Elena. "Why'd you even invite her? This bitch is a drug pushing savage who hates us more today than she did in the sixth grade."
"Be nice, Care, or you and Damon can leave." Elena warned. She even sounded as if she meant the threat.
"Bonnie and I should make use of your restroom, before this quarrel escalates into a proper bloodletting." Rebekah helped Bonnie to her feet, and then climbed to hers.
"You can use the one in my room, the commode downstairs is being fixed." Elena waved a hand at the stairs.
Bonnie led Rebekah from the room by the hand, giving dirty looks at the perv who refused to stop leering, and the empty headed chick at his side who wouldn't know self-preservation even if it walked up, introduced itself, and then backhanded her...twice!
When they reached the top of the stairs, she strutted to Elena's room as if the Gilberts' house was still her second home.
Once inside the pastel prison, she gestured to the door that led to the bathroom. "There you go. Now hurry it the hell up. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can kick rocks. I'm not sure what Care's man deal is, but he gives me the bubble guts. Something is familiar and definitely off about Sir Eat-Cocks-Alot."
"Never fret over dim, Dove. I'll show you his heart if you have a mind to see it," the blonde pressed her lips to hers. Tingling warmth blanketed her face and crept down her neck. She then began to guide Bonnie towards Elena's bed, "but first, I do believe I have a lecture to give." When the queen sized mattress collided with the back of her knees, Rebekah gave her a light shove and she heels over ass backwards onto the bed.
"What the holy fuck do you think you're doing?" She laughed as she shifted to balance herself on her elbows. Once in an ideal position, she proceeded to eye fuck her…girlfriend? As crazy as the titled sounded, it worked. "Care's porntastic geriatric boyfriend is a vampire, and your mom said vampires have," she raised her hands to make air quotes, "superior auditory senses."
"Then you should endeavor to be quiet, Dove." Before she knew what was happening, the blond original had her shoes off, jeans on the floor, and underwear wrapped around her slender wrist. Rebekah lowered herself to her knees. Eyeballing the hell out of her pop rocker as she went. With well-practiced ease, she parted Bonnie's thighs as far as her flexibility would permit. "Firstly, afore dining on a select repast you should savor the delicacy by inhaling its intoxicating fragrance."
The blonde buried her face between her thighs. Bonnie's eyes rolled backwards, when her girlfriend started to make snuffling noise as she sucked in a ton of air through her mouth. "Rebekah," she groaned. The back of her head collided with the mattress.
"Shh, Dove," she kissed the tops of her inner thighs, "the next bit of information is key. After you've basked in the aromatic perfume of the meal fit for the gods, you then utilize the tip of your tongue to experience just a bit of ecstasy in your mouth. Like so," Rebekah ran her soul changing tongue from slit to clit over her sodden pop rocker. She stopped breathing for a full five seconds.
Bonnie's hands shot forth to grip the back of Rebekah's head. Silky strands slipped through her fingers as she yanked on the blonde's hair to hold her face in place. The texture of her tongue differed big fucking time from her brother's. Where Kol's commanding little muscle demanded and claimed, the blonde's soft pliable flesh coddled, coaxed, and urged. "Beks, please…" She wheezed.
"Patience is a virtue, Dove. This little jaunt is not about the destination," she cooed as she ran the pad of her thumb over, Bonnie's exclusive entrance. "Now, I imagine my reprobate of a brother may have taught you about the lovely bundle of nerves secreted away between your nether lips. About what happens to your core when you apply the accurate amount of friction and pressure…of course he would, he dwells in the realm of the obvious."
She then suckled said bundle of nerves. The lights brightened and dimmed in the room. Glass shattered to the far left of them. Bonnie's hips shot up from the mattress as her thighs clamped the sides of Rebekah's head. A wail that threatened to bring down the house, brick by shitty brick, gyrated at the back of her throat. She confiscated the frilly fuchsia pillow closest to her and covered her face. Effectively, smothering her screams. Unholy fuckery! Rebekah's brain game would earn her a seat at the head of the fucking class.
"Elena, did you break the fucking mirr-…Bonnie?!" Jeremy Gilbert's voice penetrated the cushioned sound barrier of the pillow, which she promptly snatched from her face. "Where the fuck have you been? I've been paging you all day. Should've known Elena would figure out a way to get you all tangled up in her shit."
"Jeremy get the fuck out of here," she slung the pillow at him, while gently pushing Rebekah's face away. Motherfuck the Gilberts! How the hell did she forget Jeremy and Elena shared a conjoined bathroom?
"Sorry, Bonnie, but today blows!" He stormed further into the room and began pacing. "Fucking Elena and Jenna's been up my shit hole all damn day. Bet the only reason you're here is so my bitch sister can get all up in your split about selling me loud and 'shrooms. She's so fucking annoying! And don't even get me started on Vicki. Did you know this over fried slut still refuses to stop hooking up with that dick Tyler? I mean come the fuck on! Why the fuck is she always ready to take a knee for that douche? Seriously, just how dry does her mouth get?" He stopped pacing to whirl around and face them full on, giving him a front row view to her pop rocker. "Fuck it, I'ma need to touch the sky ASAP. You gotta let me score an ounce of the, Rocket Man."
"Jeremy, I'm gonna literally kick your ass to the fucking moon if you don't get the hell out of here," Bonnie growled.
Rebekah climbed to her feet and helped Bonnie cover her lower half with the comforter. She then spun on Jeremy with her hands planted on her hips. "You can either take you leave or I take your testicles, pus bucket."
"Fuck ever," he scoffed, and then swung his glare back to her. "Fine, but don't fucking leave without seeing me first, Bonnie." He then disappeared back through the bathroom door.
Bonnie shook her head. Disbelief set fire to her mental. Did all the shitty Gilberts suffer from the leading character syndrome?
Rebekah leaned down to press her lips to hers, and then dropped her jeans and underwear in her lap. "Go on and put yourself to rights. I'll distract everyone until you return."
With that said the extra bangable blonde original zipped from the room. Bonnie flopped back on the bed. Fuck! The night had just stretched into being, Lord of the Ring, movie trilogy long.
When Bonnie decended the stairs fifteen minutes later, Rebekah and Elena were ghost. Caroline lingered in the walkway of the kitchen nibbling on a slice of pizza and her molester stood over the sink doing…dishes? She rolled her eyes as she strolled over to the kitchen. The quicker she inhaled two slices of pizza, the quicker she and Rebekah could get the hell out of there.
Upon entering the kitchen, Caroline cursed her with a constipated bitch face. "'Bout time, Bennett. I was beginning to think you grew homesick and decided to flush yourself back to the sewer."
"Care, has anyone ever told you, you're a passable six with your mouth closed?" She gave her a syrupy smile. "Probably, not. Doubt if anyone could sneak a word in between all of your jaw working. Justin Bieber would be so pegged if someone put a gun to his head and said your next word would get him brain dead."
"Justin Bieber?" Chester the molester snarked from the sink.
"I said what the hell I said, ass licker!" She whirled around to blaze his ass with the full temperature of her glare. "The Biebs is a Canadian treasure and you'd know that if you were even within a decade of our age! I'm sure you, Hamilton, and Burr used to get it crackin with a banjo and rhythmic knee slapping. However, here in this era, musical tastes have grown a bit more complicated."
"OMG! Damon's only twenty-four! I sooo can't with you right now, Bonnie," Caroline said, and then attempted to prance out of the kitchen.
Before her Vapidness could leave however, Bonnie stepped in her path. "Where the hell is Rebekah?"
A smirk tainted her over glossed cotton candy pink lips. "On the back patio with Stefan. Guess even Miss Over Easy is getting sick of your shit, Bon." She flounced from the room looking a little too damn pleased for Bonnie's perpetually twisted mind.
"So what's with you and the Barbie doll?" Care's skeevy boyfriend questioned. "Thought witches were against necromancy."
"Only when the vamps are douchier than a box of, Summer's Eve." She moved to exit the kitchen and a fraction of a second later she found herself pinned to the refrigerator with Damon's forearm damn near crushing her wind pipe.
"Hasn't anyone ever taught you how rude it is to trot away in the middle of a conversation, Bonbon?" He exhaled in a breathy whisper. "Besides, if you leave now, you'll miss the best part. Your family owes me a debt, witchy." She gagged and wheezed her objections as she clawed at his arm. He bobbed his head as his—I can't believe they're that blue—eyes bore into hers. "You see that's where you're wrong. The only reason, you're a living breathing advertisement for birth control is because I made a deal with your ancestor Emily Bennett. I've fulfilled my part, now it's your-," the arm at her throat burst into aquamarine flames.
The asshole screeched louder than a fucking opera singer who'd been kicked in the sand bags. Not wasting anytime wondering why the flames didn't burn her, she shot from the kitchen and nearly floated across the living room. As she approached the front door it blew open. On the front porch, her sneakers continued beating the hell out of the pavement without an inkling of hesitation.
By the time she reached the car, she remembered Rebekah still had the keys. A problem for only an inconsequential second. To her utter pants pissing terror, the door swung open, and the car purred to life without the benefit of a key or fob. Fucking, fuckery, fuck!
Instead of waiting for the demon that was no doubt hot on the heels of her Airmax's, she made the pimp decision to rock with the one who hadn't tried to pulverize her trachea. She dove into the driver's seat of the car and headed for the only place she'd reluctantly begun to feel safe. The Mikaelsons'.
Bonnie pulled the car to a stop next to the intercom outside the wrought iron gates of Mikaelson House. She lowered the window to press the button on the intercom. An original force snatched open the passenger door. She blinked, and there sat Rebekah. She almost climbed out of the driver's side window until a cool hand grabbed her wrist.
"Bonnie, what the devil is wrong with you? And why'd you flee the doppelganger's hovel without some much as a by your leave to me?" Rebekah hissed like she was the one who'd been wronged.
Her neck snapped back as if she'd been suckered punched by Tyson in his prime. "Well excuse me for choosing to run for my damn mortal life over coming to get you first. An indestructible original vampire who can't be killed!"
"You're being a tad theatrical, are you not?" She asked. Her eyes narrowed and her pouty lips slightly tooted.
"Fuck that! Where the hell were you when I damn near caught my cut?" She bellowed from the bottom of her lungs. "You talked all of those shit drenched words about showing me his heart, but when I needed to see the motherfucker, where were you? M.I.—fucking—A, that's where! Wedged nice and tight up Captain Cliché's fuck hole!"
"Ooh, your mouth-," Rebekah started to rail.
"You have feelings for him don't you?"
The blonde's mouth flapped open and closed before giving birth to nonsense. "I…I…I'm not sure anymore."
"You're a thousand years old, Rebekah. That's too damn old not to know your own shitty emotions." Her voice trembled under the weight of the blonde's confession. "Either you fucking do or don't."
The inside of the car started close in on her. Feeling a little too damn constricted, she climbed from the driver's seat. Outside she took deep gasping inhalations. Not stopping until her lungs threatened to burst. She stumbled around to the hood of the car just as the wrought iron gates swung open. And just like a Nathan and Hayley—OTP—moment straight out of the depths of, One Tree Hill, the sky lost its bottom and pissed all over them.
"Oh just fuck me now!" She screamed, only to have her words tossed away by unexplained hurricane inspired winds.
Before she could trudge her way up the driveway, a soft frame slammed into hers. Next thing she knew the scenery melted away to a dark blob. A couple minutes later the swirling blobs bled dry and she stood in the center of Rebekah's room. The sound of running water drifted from the bathroom.
Rebekah stepped out of the restroom with a large fluffy towel in her hand and a confusion fueled stare locked firmly on Bonnie. She then resumed talking like she'd never stopped, "truth is, I was quite taken with Stefan Salvatore once upon a time. Even had a mind to forsake my family just to continue being at his side."
"What happened?" She asked, while trying not to shake a bone loose from all of her head to toe trembles.
"Let's get you out of these clothes, Dove. I'd hate for you to fall ill to a lung disease due to an oversight on my part," Rebekah said before zipping over to her.
After she'd stripped her bare ass she began to rub the towel over her wet skin. "I made the mistake of speaking my plans to my heartless brother."
"Who Kol?"
"No, the most paranoid of the lot. Nik." When Rebekah finished drying her, she then wrapped the towel around her. "He daggered me with an enchanted athamae and left me to rot until mother rose again. Which was almost a century later, mind you."
She reached out and pushed away wet lock plastered to the blonde's forehead. "Fuck that's harsh. Sounds like he's got a little touch of the incest."
"W-what?" Rebekah half stammered and snorted.
She stroked the cut of the blonde's jawline with the back of her hand. "Don't become too tragic over shit that happened almost hundred years ago." An on the roll tear drop, trickled down Rebekah's cheek. She wiped away the salty water with the side of her index finger. "Besides, something tells me your control freak of a brother may have helped you dodge a nuclear missile. Anyone who'd willingly pursue Elena Gilbert can't be much deeper than a rain puddle on a blazing sunny day."
"Why do you dislike her so?" Rebekah asked as she captured her hand and placed kiss inside her palm. "In exactly what way has that doppelbitch wronged you?"
"That's a long boring story." Bonnie padded away to plop down on the foot of the queen sized mattress.
The blonde followed her over to the bed, while swinging her head from side to side. "Oh no, Dove. I've split myself open and bled out in front of you, it's only sporting you do the same." Rebekah drilled her with a pointed glare.
"Oh hell…alright." Her eyes rolled to consider the ceiling. "When I was eleven, my mom curved my dad and me. One morning she just snatched some shit from her closet and said she had to go. But before she did—check this shit out—I overheard her tell Rudy, it was to keep Elena safe. Said she'd promised her mom Miranda!"
Rebekah's striking features crumpled. "Why did it fall to her to keep Elena safe? What of the doppeltwit's parents?"
"I'm not sure." She allowed her shoulders to rise and fall. "All I know is, my own mother chose Elena Gilbert over me."
Rebekah raised her hands as she sat next to her on the bed. "Alright, I'm going to disrobe myself of my team Bonnie t-shirt to apprise the infamous role of Devil's advocate. So remember that before you have a mind to slash me to smithereens with your appetizing, but quite vicious tongue."
"Go ahead," she sighed.
"You do understand it wasn't Elena's fault your mother chose to shirk her parental duties in favor of running off to keep her safe, do you not?" The blonde questioned as she lowered her hands.
"At first I didn't, but a few weeks after the fact I hurtled pass my anger and just wanted my friends back." Her vision became blurry and she silently cursed Elena for the ten thousandth time since Abby left. "So after I climbed out of my feelings, I went to go see Elena. When I arrived at her house Jeremy let me in on his way out," she paused to swallow the sour taste of betrayal.
"Everything will be fine, Dove. Please finish." Rebekah stroked her spine.
She laughed. "There's not much else to it. When I made it up to Elena's room I overheard her and Caroline dragging me." Rebekah's brow wrinkled as she tried to decipher the phrasing. She released a slightly agitated sigh before she proceeded to translate "You know…talking shit about me. And doing so in the worse way possible." Curiosity hoisted the blonde's brow. Seriously? Bonnie rolled her eyes as she further explained. "Behind my back like a two-faced, back-stabbing, pretender."
"What were those dirty birds clucking about, Dove?" Rebekah purred.
She set her jaw and lifted her chin. "I'd rather not say."
Her girlfriend didn't need to hear how her two ex-best friends, had called her mom a skeezy whore who'd rather get rammed by a stranger than spend time with her pathetic excuse for a daughter. It was no one else's business of how she also heard them wish to never have to deal with her again. She planned to take every drop of that tea to the grave. Because the moment she ever acknowledged their hate aloud would be the moment everyone began to believe those things they'd said about her to be true.
"Well fuck those treacherous sluts," Rebekah said. She pressed her lips together to stem the flow of snickers. That word in her girl's mouth sounded all kinds of wrong. "Come, Dove. Your bath is cooling."
Rebekah stood and urged Bonnie to her feet as well. Once up, she guided her over to the bathroom door. She allowed herself to be pulled inside. The washroom was larger than her bedroom. A glass encased waterfall shower stood to the left. Tucked away in the far side corner of the room, while a whirlpool tub cast in marble sat in the center of the room. Steam rose from the water. A light film of condensation fogged the mirrors over the dual sinks.
As she moved towards the tub, she allowed the towel to drop to the floor. Rebekah then helped her climb the foundation steps in to the bath. When she grew used to the temperature of the bath, she settled in the tub. The pulses of water from the jets provoked her muscles to unclench. She then rested the base of her head on the bath pillow. Relaxation nearly soothed her to sleep.
Gravity attacked her lids. Before they had the opportunity to close though, Rebekah pranced into her field of vision wearing nothing but skin and changed her fucking life. From her full pink tipped breasts to her legs that went on for fucking years, every inch of the blonde provoked her to drool. She didn't know which part of her chick to visually violate first. She was the detailed definition of perfection.
When Rebekah entered the bath, she scooped up Bonnie. In a blur of bubbles and splashing water, she reversed their positions. Seconds later she found herself straddling the blonde original's lap as she squirted thick creamy scented body wash on a loofa. Once foam exploded from the bath sponge, she then took great care sliding the scrubber excruciatingly slow over the most intimate parts of Bonnie's anatomy. By the time Rebekah finished, her entire frame throbbed for something more invasive than a fucking platonic rub down.
Tired and thoroughly fuckstrated, Bonnie leaned forward and took a dusky pink nipple into her mouth. Snatching a page from Kol's—The Joy Fuck Club—playbook, she tongued and teased Rebekah's breasts until her nipples became so hard they could cut glass. The low moans and breathy gasps, which fell from the original's mouth gave her the motivation she required to slide her free hand down her flat abdomen, through her golden curls, and into the slippery folds of her nether lips. Without warning, energy pulsed from her fingers. Beks' moans soared in volume. The sound enticed her pop rocker to croon, but she ignored its plea for attention in favor of shoving the original to her death.
"Dove, where the devil did you learn-,"
Bonnie plunged two fingers into her and Rebekah began spouting gibberish. High voltages radiated down her arms. Downy satin walls clenched her fingers in a firm, but convulsing hold. Too far gone to pull back or slow down, she continued to thrust her fingers into her girl as she teased her pearl with the pad of her thumb. Releasing the original's breasts, she kissed her way up Bekah's body until she claimed her mouth. Tiny pricks of static electricity assaulted their lips. The need to grind herself against Rebekah's mound overcame her run at selflessness.
Wrenching her hand away from Rebekah's seizing core, she arranged herself in the perfect position to introduce her pop rocker to the duchess. Because seriously, what else could you call a Va-jj that was so fucking fierce, the juicy goodness not only brimmed with class it also gushed like a faucet with an overabundance of freak nastiness?
Soon as she began to grind against the duchess, Rebekah shifted her hips so her clit took the brunt of the grinds, humps, and bumps. Within seconds the pressure began to build in her lower abdomen as the muted light bulbs began to surge between dim to bright.
Rebekah's hands found their way into Bonnie's tangled damp hair. She tugged and pulled until it felt as if her neck would snap. Grabbing the sides of the blonde's face, she deepened the kiss. The jolts of energy, which hummed beneath the exterior of her skin increased. Aquamarine sparks of electricity threaded itself in grids along the surface of the water until the contents of the bath sizzled and popped like a downed power line being pelted by a rainstorm.
Loud banging noises could be heard on Rebekah's bedroom door but they both ignored the sounds. Each determined to claim the demise they were denied not once but twice. And before she could say O the pressure building in her lower abdomen bottomed out. An untamed fire kindled at the very center of her core. Flames mercilessly licked at the juddering walls of her pop rocker until a major blow out twisted her body in angles and positions that would intimidate a celebrated contortionist. Blissed the fuck out, she embraced the happiest ending she'd ever known.
The bathroom door blew of the hinges. Four Mikaelson siblings stood in the doorway. Their expressions ranged from hell hath no fury pissed to hormonal and horny.
Unable to do much else she held up a finger. "I may be feeling all of y'all," she slurred as she worked her ass off to beat back exhaustion, "but I'm a long way from catching a got damned train with you. So back up and live, while Beks and I…go another round."
After she put her hoof down, her vision tunneled. Her field of vision decreased to nothing more than pin points of light. No longer able to battel fatigue for the hopes of a round two, she collapsed and allowed herself to be dragged into a sea of abysmal nothingness.