A.N. Hey all! Firstly I wanna say thank you to everyone that check this story out, read, replied and favorited it. This has been a really fun story to write so, I'm enjoying it and I hope you all enjoy it too.
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Chapter 2: Kiss
I had been kissed before, many times. I had been kissed by Jeremy like I was a porcelain doll he was afraid he'd break, of course down the line he did end up breaking my heart. Enzo had kissed me with desperation that I had matched with the feeling of wanting love, and wanting someone to love me. I had even been kissed by Damon. That of course had been in the heat of the moment during an argument. He had kissed me like it was some type of foreshadowing on his part. I could remember that my lips had tingled for days on afterwards. Like so many other times, we had found ourselves on the cusp of something, wanting and possibly needing each other and what that could mean for our friendship if we had ever dared to go further then a few stolen kisses.
A kiss from Klaus, was more than just a kiss...it was an experience. No kiss I had ever had, had been like this. Klaus kissed me with an urgency and yet somehow a patience of a man that was well equipped for anything and everything a girl like me needed. It was like he knew exactly what I wanted and needed without me even saying a mere word.
My hands run through his hair, while he slides the straps of my dress down and it's then that my mind finally catches up with my hormones. My legs are wrapped around his lower torso while he has me up against a wall. I wondered what we would've looked like together, two people desperately grasping at each other, pushing and pulling at one another. What had I gotten myself into? This is killer Klaus. The vampire/ werewolf that had done so much wrong– but tonight he had done right.
His tongue delves further into my mouth as mine decides to dance along with his.
Never did I think this would actually be happening.
Klaus and I, were kissing, and not just your run in the mill kind of kiss to throw you off of things. No this kiss was all tongue and heat that was so hot it could burn the two of us if it wanted to.
I pull away just a bit to catch my breath my chest heaving up and down while he looks at me with lust filled eyes that are overshadowing his hybrid eyes. He grins momentarily before diving back in, but this time I beat him to it. If I was going to go down this road, I at least wanted to make a lasting impression.
Oh what a sight it would be to have him growling my name and not in his normal I'm about to snap voice but that of someone who was tripping over the edge. The thought made everything that much sweeter. To bring a man like Klaus to brink, it would be amazing to see– possibly even better then when I tried to end him all those years ago.
When his lips slide from mine to my neck and he sucks particularly hard, all thoughts are silenced.
Instead my heart vibrated through the room.
Vaguely I can hear the sounds of soft moans which appear to be coming from my mouth as he licks the side of my neck before scraping blunt teeth over it. My hands thrust into his hair wanting much more but knowing that at some point I need to come back down to reality. His hand pushes my dress that is already bunched up, further up my body so that his hand rest on my bottom. The other hand dances along my skin, low, lower and then right where I need it to be.
"You like that?" he whispers his tone causing me to melt like popsicle on a hot day.
My inner voice tells me to stop this train before it crashes and burns, while my hormones are raging. It had been so long since I had been touched, kissed even. I don't even think I can remember what it felt like to be in someone arms– it had been that long.
Still this was Klaus and although he looked good, really good, he smelt good and damn it, the way his hand squeezing me felt hella good, it was still Klaus and I was still Bonnie.
Soon logic wins over lust and I use magic to push him as far away from me as possible. Once I've righted myself and my clothes I finally look up at him only to see the lust he had in his eyes reflecting the same in my eyes. I hold my arm out hoping he stays back. "Stop." I say pulling the straps of my dress up. How the heck had my bra been exposed it was like he was about to yank everything down.
He chuckles. "And here I thought we were enjoying ourselves." He says, his voice like honey, warm and thick, and suddenly dangerously seductive.
"You kissed me." I say shaking my head. I make a gagging sound. "Like just about tongued me down." I cry out in faux outrage. I was hoping if I blamed this all on him, he would let me leave before I lose my mind, and do what my body wanted me to do.
He steps closer. A glint in his eyes causes him to look almost youthful. Though the look he gives me is nothing but pure man. "You kissed me back. Were you trying to find the secrets to the world with your tongue down my throat?" He cocks his head to side and licks his teeth.
Outraged I walk up to him, ignoring the lack of space I've just put between the two of us. I point my manicured nail into his chest. "How dare you!" I squeak. "I was caught off guard."
He leans forward. "Sure you were love." He mocks, an eye roll on the horizon. The one thing he knew was longing, and the way Bonnie had been looking at him today spelled longing. She was begging to have someone release all that she had pent up and he would happily oblige her. "Is that why your legs were wrapped around my waist?"
Startled at his words, I take a step back, only for him to move forward. "You're disgusting." I snap, only for him to dimple my way once again. What is it with him, why does he keep looking at me like he knows something I don't?
"You're forgetting, I have an acute nose, and you my dear smell divine." He dimples, his finger trailing down the side of her face to the curve of her breast.
Swiftly I slap his hand away. And cross my arms in front of my chest hoping he doesn't notice how he's affected me. "So what, what's your point?"
He turns thoughtful for a moment, and then grins slowly. "My point being you want me, and that's okay because I want you to."
Soon as the words leave his mouth, I have a retort on my lips. "I..." I'm ready to buckle down and deny everything on principal, but then again, why fight it? It's not like we're trying to build some kind of love story.
I'm not looking for love and Klaus would be the last person I expected it from. What I needed was to feel, like I never had before and Klaus could be the one to do that.
With him pressed against me, in just the right places and my raging hormones which I will blame on the alcohol and the retrograde moon, I can't help but give in, to the truth. "I want you."
Three words one meaning and once they leave my lips, the air that I've sucked in is just about taken away as Klaus crashing his lips to mine. This time I, let him pull down the straps of my dress while my hands roam his chest. My hands rest on his jeans and when he sucks in a breath I feel more empowered than I had in a long time.
My mouth roams, him hungry to lay kisses to every bit of exposed skin, and everything else as he tugs down my everything. "Elijah." I say suddenly halting all movement. Klaus suddenly pushes me away a look of disgust on his features, as well as his hybrid face.
"Elijah?" He questions stepping back. The disgust he feels is on another level. He didn't do women who wanted his brother, Elijah may have the tendency to go after his sloppy seconds, but he would never accept scraps from anyone. "You're thinking of bloody Elijah?" Blind rage threatens to take over.
"Yes!" I say only for his eyes to grow darker. It's then that I realize what he's thinking and I'm just as disgusted as he is. "No!" I say suddenly. "Gross." I shudder at the thought. Elijah was probably one of those greedy blokes that left a girl panting after he had soared. "What I'm saying is, what if he comes home?" I pose causing Klaus to simmer down.
He starts to laugh now. He had never seen anyone react to Elijah the way Bonnie had reacted. It was refreshing at quite amusing. "He should be gone for quite some time."
I cross my arms in front of my bra clad chest. "What if he comes back home early? Elijah does not get to see me like this." My disgust for Elijah is something that will never go away. It doesn't matter if he is the most suave person I've ever met. It doesn't even matter that he, like his younger brother is good looking. The vampire would always hold nothing but disdain when it came to any of my thoughts about him.
Pleased he takes a step forward and admires her for a second. Not only is Bonnie immune to the b.s. that Elijah spews easily, she's also the most powerful woman he has ever met. In addition to being beautiful, she's also loyal– he can appreciate this about her.
"You're lucky I'm even entertaining this–"
The sound of wind and the dizzying feeling of vampire speed catches up to me and soon we're standing in front of what I assume is the hybrid chambers.
"Better now?" He asks a smirk playing on his lips.
"I don't know," I say looking at the double gold doors. Like I knew he thought he was a king but gold doors was a bit much. "When was the last time your beds been sanitized?" I quip a smirk of my own on my lips. "For all I know, you could be whoring around with everyone around town."
He wraps his arms around my waist laying kisses along my neck. "Oh but I haven't. In fact I plan on breaking all of that in, with you tonight." He says motioning for me to look around his room.
I place my hands on either side of his face and bite his bottom lip. "Well then, lets get to it." I say my breath coming out shaky. "This girls, gotta get home before sunrise."
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Bonnie
I don't know what I was expecting upon walking through those golden doors that had letters NM engraved in gold, what I didn't expect was a room that actually didn't look like it was drenched in gold. Instead a massive bed sat in the middle of the room. A desk in the corner he had a few dressers but what stood out the most was the a painting of he and what I assumed was his daughter. We had heard rumblings that he had an child, which was wild, however all thought of that situation was put on hold as Elena and her damsel syndrome took priority.
I take my time walking through his room while he watches me do so. He has picture frames filled with loved ones. I peruse each photo noticing how much he looks alarmingly different in each. In a photo that has him, Marcel, and Hope he looks the happiest. The smile that alights his face is one I've never seen before. He looks so far removed from the man that nightmares are made of. In fact I'm secretly waiting for his happy go lucky double, who like to run around taking pictures and looking happy, to pop up.
Once I've finished looking at his photos he's on me like white on rice. He pulls my hair to one side while his lips nibble on my neck. "You're stalling, afraid of what's to come." He taunts against my skin.
I turn around to have him pierce me with eyes as blue as sapphires. "I'm not afraid of you." I remind with a tilt of the head.
He leans forward his lips almost touching mine. "Good." He says a breath away. "Now, take em off." He growls causing me to melt just a bit.
I grab a hold of his hand and push him down on the bed.
Once he's seated I make a show of it as each article starts falling like snow. "Enjoy it, while you can." I say with a smirk. "Because this will be the only time you'll ever get the pleasure."
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Klaus
He watches as the last piece falls to the plus carpet littering it with everything that is Bonnie and once she's standing before him, he launches himself onto her. With every piece of skin that was exposed he felt his hunger for her grow to that of someone that was starved.
She snaps her fingers and soon he's just as exposed as she is, which is fine with him, the good stuff starts now.
Lips catch, hands reach and soon they are colliding. Normally he would take the scenic route however now is not the time for that. He will make sure to take his time the second time around and then each and every time after that.
He plans to make her forget every other man before him and only remember his name. Maybe he'll call it payback for her actually getting close to ending him all those years ago.
"Enjoy it while you can," She had purred. "Because it will be the first and last time you ever see this."
That sounded like a challenge to him and once the gauntlet was thrown down, he was ready to battle to the end. And the end result would be her, only remembering him and no other man after him. He would be the person in her dreams that she ached for, the person she reached for only to find that he held all the cards in his hands at all times.
And, if she was good, he'd give her more.
The first time he touches her, he feels tingles in his limbs that he'd never felt before. It was like his heart was restarted. All the blood in his body was suddenly rushing loud and clear. The first time he tasted her, he knew he would want more, and more of her. The first time he had her, he nearly drowned in her.
As he gripped her, and she move about, he was sure he would never forget this moment ever. The way she responded to him, the words that left her mouth, the way she said his name, it would be on repeat. His pace set, he goes fast and then slow, then slower and fast all over again. When she falls apart he falls tumbling after her, chasing her.
The second round goes strictly to her as she takes over and he can't help but let her lead. She hovers over him, just the right way, moves like she knows what she's doing and in fact she does. He looks up at her in wonderment, any slick word he wanted to say is forgone as he watches her. The kisses they share, are torrid ones and that, is what does it for him and soon he's crumbling with her.
On a break he steals a peak at her while she looks up at the ceiling, breathing heavy. Surly this was not the same Bonnie from M.F. Because this Bonnie, was goddess wrapped in his sheets. How had Bonnie Bennett made him fall apart and bring him back together at the same time? The questioned was posed on his tongue when she finally looks over at him, makeup smeared, hair wild and lips swollen from his.
"You're staring." She finally says her voice raspy.
Plopped up on an elbow he continues to eye her. I'm just trying to figure out if you're ready for another go."
She licks her lips all the while wiping her neck. "You don't have enough steam in you left."
He grins wickedly her way. "Just watch me."
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Bonnie
Hours later I awoke to the sun shining through the sheer curtains. Without much thought I burrowed myself into the warmth that I want to desperately cling onto. My eyes are squeezed shut while my brain starts up, ignoring the way my body feels, which is totally relaxed. I hadn't had a good night sleep, in the longest time. Normally I tossed and turned all night, while trying to keep my pillows to stay in the right spot. Last night though, my pillows were perfectly alined.
Go figure, the one day I wanted to stay in bed all day and not even bother with combing my hair, had been the day I had let Lucy plan a spa day for the two of us. That meant I needed to get a move on it soon because if not, she would come knocking and the last thing I wanted was to endure a Lucy and Damon argument. I'd rather listen to Stefan talk about his hair care routine.
Stretching my hand comes in contact with another body, causing alarm bells to ring in my head. Slowly I open my eyes to see the sleeping figure of one Niklaus Mikaelson. At first the sight, throws me surly this is a dream. When I pinch myself I come to realize this is indeed true. I am naked and if I'm naked that means...oh goodness I slept with Klaus Mikaelson.
Blinking I teleport myself so that I am standing at the foot of the bed, while he continues to slumber, the sheet resting incredibly low on his body. Mentally I'm freaking out. I slept with Klaus, like multiple times.
Oh goodness this was not good, this was not good at all. How in the world was I suppose to make my escape? Klaus was one of the oldest vampires ever and could detect any and every movement. I needed to get home, shower and think about my life choices.
While I try to avoid a panic attack, I search for my clothes which are strewn across the room. Any minute now, I'm expecting him to wake up and say something...anything, but thankfully I knocked him out for the count. A proud grin flits to my lips.
"So not the right time." I mutter, finally finding my dress and jacket. My shoes are nowhere to be found and my undergarments are in shreds but hey, I still have my dress and jacket, and really that's all that matters.
Quickly I slip on my dress, flip my hair and hope that I'm able to make an escape without running into any of the Mikaelson siblings. I could only imagine how the original family would take this. In fact I don't know which one of them I would like to run into least. Rebekah would probably say something sassy. Kol might quirk an eyebrow and try to start a conversation, which I was not interested in. And Elijah, that traitor would raise an elegant eyebrow. No thanks I'd rather skip all of that and go home.
With my hand on the doorknob I find myself looking back one last time. With one last look to his slumbering figure I have to bite my lip from starring too long. Who knew Klaus Mikaelson of all people would be the one to break my dry spell? I guess stranger things had happen. With a shrug of the shoulders I toss one more look in his direction before peeling out of his room like a bat from a cave.
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Carefully I mender my way down the stairs.
The fact that I've made it down the hundred or so stairs is a miracle and right as I'm positive I'm home free the door opens revealing Elijah. He doesn't seem to notice me, and I'm frozen in my spot. Of all of the people to catch me on the walk of shame, it was I'm so much better than any other vampire, Elijah Mikaelson.
When he does notice me, I can only blink at him. Brown eyes widen as I am frozen in my spot. "Ms. Bennett,"
I hold my hand up silencing him with one look. "Not a word." I say quickly looking back to see if Klaus had waken up. "You didn't see me, and I didn't see you."
I didn't give the original traitor any chance to say anything else as I hightailed it to my car, head in the air, eyes forward, and shoes in hand.
When I got to the iron gates, I felt like someone was watching me from afar and turned around. When I got nothing, I hopped into my car hoping to get as far away from Klaus and his family as possible.
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The whole car ride home, I kept thinking what had I been thinking? Yeah I had been drinking but goodness Damon and I had done more drinking on our trip to the Caribbean last summer. Every time I blinked a new memory surfaced and it was safe to say, every reservation I had about anything had gone out of the window after my night with Klaus.
When I get home, I see Damon is home as well. I let out a sigh and wipe my hands over my face. I really, really hated lying but in this case, a lie was the best option. Nothing was worst than listening to a lecture from Damon I've done everything, everywhere Salvatore.
Hopping out the car I walk the short distance between our driveway and the door. Instead of using my key I use a bit of magic to open the door. If I was lucky Damon was still sleep like the dead, if not. I was going to spin the truth like it was my profession.
Once the door closes behind me, I let out a sigh of relief.
"Good morning Bon, Bon!"
Quickly I turn around holding my chest. "Damn it Damon," I say as my magic flares out at him, causing him to land on his back. "You scared the crap out of me." I say throwing my keys in the bowl in the foyer.
Once he rights himself. Sinewy arms cross across a broad chest. "I guess that makes us even." Damon says eyeing me a little to closely for my liking. Usually it didn't bother me, but his eyes kept getting lighter and lighter with each second that past. "You're home awful late, or early depending on how you think about it." Damon rattles as I plop down on the couch.
I smile because that was the only thing I could do. "Um, we got caught up in, negations." I say picking up a pillow and putting it on my lap.
Damon wonders over to the other side of the couch and sits down, facing me. "Negotiations, they last all night?"
I can't help but snort. Negotiations lasted longer then the night, it went on till early morning. I try to bite back a smile. "I guess when your dealing with a crazy person, yes." I say starting to get hot. I knew I looked a mess, but it wasn't that bad. My eyeliner was smudged but that happens. My hair was wilder than it had been before but I could blame that on anything. I did a quick spell on the way home ridding me of the scent of Klaus, so I basically covered all my bases.
When I look up at him, Damon has this look that is unreadable on his face. His hands clench and unclench and although he talking with his usual flare, his eyes are icy.
"So Bon, Bon, how was it, you get everything you needed done?" Damon asks again his eyes darting all over me. His voice is strained which means his pissed off. He's acting like I missed out on some big revelation, we could go bar hopping tonight, if he wanted. I want to tell him to drop the iced out glare, but refrain from doing so. He was worried about me, and I would probably be on his ass, if he did the same thing.
"Yes, no." I say with a shrug.
Under his iceberg of a stare I start to fugit. "You sure?"
"I don't know." I admit honestly. I throw my hands up in the air because I don't know anything anymore, not after last night. "We've got a lot to talk over, it might take," I blow out air. "Forever with that man." I grit out.
When Damon just continues to stare I snap. "Is there a reason you're asking me like a hundred questions?" I ask not waiting for him to answer. "I've had a long night and all I want to do is take a shower and crawl into bed." I nearly plead with him. I loved Damon, he was best friend after all, but I was still freaking out about my night with Klaus and I didn't feel like talking at all.
Damon smiles my way. "You Bonnie are the champion of all champions." He says almost tauntingly. "You're, the all around good girl. You'll fight for the little guy and the big guy." He grins again. "You'll even go against the hybrid."
At the mere mention of Klaus I feel my face grow hot. An image of him lapping at my skin popped into my head. I let out a small chuckle. "Is it hot in here?" I ask only for Damon to shake his head. I take my jacket off, finally feeling some type of relief. Was I sweating? Oh goodness it was the stress of it all.
He smiles then, showing all his teeth and the gesture causes my heart to beat rapidly in my chest. I'm already freaked out and he's being super creepy. "Listen Damon,"
"You should go and shower, we'll have time to talk later." He says as if the conversation is suddenly over.
Damon soon stands as I do the same. My jacket is still on the couch as I make my way back to my room, only to be stopped by Damon who grabs my wrist.
"Oh and Bon, Bon," Damon calls halting my movement. I look down at his hand which is rubbing circles on my wrist. And then back up at him.
"Yes." I say meeting his eyes which now dance with mischief.
"Your dress is on backwards." He says kissing my cheek. "And inside out."
I stand mortified as he heads to the kitchen declaring that he'll make pancakes for breakfast. He claims that if I'm a good girl he might keep my walk of shame a secret.
As I make it to my bedroom I slam the door shut. I may have had one of the most embarrassing walk of shames ever, but if anyone was fit to end my dry spell it was Klaus Mikaelson.
Soon as the thought leaves my head my phone bings signaling a text message. It's from Damon. "I'm glad you're home and safe, next time you get the urge, come my way."
I hold the phone to my chest, at least things were back to normal.
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Mikaelson home
After spending most of the morning wrapped up in the scent of the two of them, he soon had taken the liberty of showering and starting his day.
Once he's made it down stairs, he finds his brother, eating croissants.
"Good morning Elijah!" He says sauntering into the breakfast room where fresh peach cobbler has been made. Without much thought, he has the server cut him piece.
"Niklaus your awfully chipper this morning." Elijah says eyeing him over the paper.
He takes a bite of the little bit of peach heaven and smiles into his plate. Although this cobbler is good, he's tasted something sweeter. "What can I say. I'm still the strongest of them all, I've got my looks, and I've spent most of my night in the depths of Bonnie Bennett." Grin. "And some of this morning as well."
Elijah who had been drinking his blood coughs it up. "Must you be so, you?"
He only blinks a smile threatening to break through his lips.
Elijah continues. "I saw her this morning, she was running like her life depended on it."
He smiles placing his fork down. "Even better. A little cat and mouse game never hurt anyone."
Brown eyes blink rapidly. "So this–" He swallows hard. "I assume what occurred while you were in the depths of her, you plan to continue it."
He stands to his full height deciding to throw a bone in the direction of his nosey brother. "Oh brother, it's just the beginning." He says hybrid eyes on full display.
A.N. 2 I was asked about Enzo and in this fic, he and Bonnie broke up shortly after Damon returned from desiccation. Also I wanted to mention that this is going to be a multichapter story, so we have more chapters coming. For those wondering about my other stories, I should have the update for them soon.