I do not own vampire diaries; I just own this plot bunny.
Chapter Six
"Okay, I've waited long enough." Caroline declared. She was seated on the bed, cross-legged, and clutching a pillow to her body. Elena was in the middle of preparing for bed, while Bonnie was laying on the floor with Davina, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and blankets. The blonde was wearing a grin that both her childhood friends knew too well. The one she wore when she asked about their personal lives; their sex lives. "How is the sex between you and Henrik, at least what you remember?"
"Seriously, Care?" Elena shook her head and wrapped her hair up in a bun. "You know she doesn't remember any of that."
Davina muttered something under her breath. It was once again in French, something she had been doing on and off whenever remarking on something Elena said. The doppelganger turned and looked at the girl. "What is your deal?" she asked.
"My deal?" Davina responded, lifting an eyebrow at her. The cornflower blue of her eyes seemed to darken, and an all too familiar smile played it's way along her lips. The one Rebekah always wore before she struck a blow. It was a warning, and everyone in the room knew to tread carefully. Caroline and Bonnie shared a look, but Elena seemed to ignore the smile. Either that or she thought either girl would protect her.
"Yeah, your deal. You seem to have a problem with me." Elena said hotly. "Every time I say something, you decide that you wanna say something. So what exactly have I done to you?"
Instead of answering her, Davina took to looking at her nails. They looked unfiled and needed a new coat of polish. She looked over at Caroline and asked, "How good are you with nails?"
Caroline squealed, clapping her hands together. She looked like a child who had just learned they were getting Christmas early. Patting the space beside her on the bed, the baby vampire rushed off to get her make-up kit. Davina arose from the spot beside her mother. She was stopped by Elena grabbing her wrist.
"I was talking to you."
"Pity, I wasn't interested in answering you." Davina jerked her hand away. "You're an eyesore. I can't believe you're friends with her." Her last remark was directed at Bonnie before she continued towards the bed.
Bonnie did not comment, but she waited for Caroline to return. When she did, with the bag in tow, Bonnie excused herself to grab some water. Making her way out into the hallway, the witch started for the kitchen. The Mikaelsons had all decided to head back to the manor in town, except for Freya, Davina, and Henrik. Marcel had almost been included but, after a talk with Davina, the vampire had taken his leave. The boys were all tucked in for the night, and Damon was probably off sulking somewhere. He already didn't like that Stefan interfered with his alone time with Elena. Adding several recently graduated high schoolers and three witches to the mix only aggravated him. She was pretty sure that Silas's presence didn't help either, but she couldn't be bothered with that. If he could stare at Stefan every day, he could handle Silas for a few days.
The kitchen was empty when she entered. She peered around and headed for the cabinet that had the glassware. Grabbing a cup, she opened the fridge, filled it with water, and shut the door. She almost jumped out of her skin when Stefan greeted her.
"Sorry," he apologized, though it looked like he was also trying not to laugh at how she jumped. He should be lucky she hadn't given him an aneurysm. He waited until she got her bearings and continued. "I was coming to wish you a good night."
"Well, thank you for that," Bonnie stated and then took a long sip of her water. "Good night, Stefan."
The ripper looked like he wanted to say something else, but decided last minute not to say a word. Bonnie watched as he walked back up the stairs towards his room. That was definitely not what she had been expecting. She knew his mind was on her words earlier. That affirmation of friendship had shaken him, but she wouldn't take it back. Their friendship had been something Bonnie missed, and if this was her second chance at life - or was it a third? - she wanted to take it.
Refilling the glass in her hand, Bonnie settled into one of the stools in front of the island. The cool feeling of it against her skin was another solid reminder that she was among the living. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to be alive again, she just hadn't thought it would this soon. With her friends' track record of realizing her importance, she had thought they wouldn't notice until well into their first semester of college. Damon and Elena would have taken longer because she was pretty sure they wouldn't have come from breathing each other's air supply. She shuddered at the mental image of them sucking face. It brought a frown and a bit of bile to her throat.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
The stool beside her moved, and she watched out the corner of her eye as Freya sat down. She gave the witch a sideways glance. A quick sift through her memories told her that this was Henrik's eldest sister, the one that had caused all the heartache and trauma the family would experience. But it also told her that Freya was friend, a confidante where Qetsiyah was the protective older sister and Henrik her rock. But that was the old Bonnie. The one with a thousand and seven hundred years under her belt.
This was new Bonnie; a newborn immortal with years to catch up.
She took a sip of her water before asking, "Is it going to get easier?"
"I take it you mean the immortality and not the family drama my kin ensues?" Freya hummed, taking a sip from the glass of whiskey Bonnie hadn't noticed before. She was beautiful, the golden hue of her hair closer to Klaus's shade with a wavy texture. She was just as fair as the other Mikaelsons but her eyes were what struck Bonnie the most. They were green, a soft shade compared to Bonnie's striking ones. Bonnie took another sip of water. The Mikaelsons were blessed with an array of eye colors: blue, green, deep brown, and Elijah's striking hazel eyes.
"After the first few decades, it becomes almost like an afterthought. You know you can't be killed. Well, except for you, little bird. You somehow always were an expect to the rules." The smile on her face was teasing but her eyes showed a hint of sadness. "You always have to remind yourself that you can't get attached to mortals because you have to remain hidden. You could always suggest vampirism but that is a fate no one should have. It eats away at your humanity and it isn't for everyone. Neither is watching the ones you love die,"
She didn't say it, but Bonnie could remember a name. A man who haunted her sister-in-law to this very day. It blinked and out of her thoughts. Mathias.
"You were fine with it before; the immortality. You had Tessa and Henrik and a few years later, you had me and Davina. But you always wanted to help others when you could. You knew you couldn't give anyone else the spell for immortality. But you left an impact on so many people, Bonnie. Your kindness along made so many witches stronger; especially your bloodline."
Freya paused and then downed her drink. "But that isn't what you asked me. For me, it feels like a burden. But unlike you, my immortality is a curse. One I will probably never be rid of until Dahlia's dying breathe. But you've been given a fresh start. It's your life now, as it should have been for years. you get to decide what you want to do with it."
With a clap on her shoulder, Freya arose. She was to the threshold of the door when Bonnie called out to her. The witch turned and looked at her sister-in-law. Her cheeks were warm and she was rubbing her thumb along the rim of the glass.
"I...I'm sorry for how I treated you before. The old me, I mean. I just-I wasn't sure how to-"
"Bonnie," Freya cut in, an amused smile playing out in her lips. "That was centuries ago, I've gotten past it. You were realizing your feelings for my brother."
"Right," Bonnie's blush deepened.
"Besides, you know I'm your sister-in-law this time around. I won't stand in the way of you jumping into bed with him; Tessa and Davina will be cheering you on either way." Freya winked, enjoying how flustered the young witch was getting. She finished with one more remark and left the kitchen as Bonnie let out a strangled gasp. "Besides, you already have the approval of most of my siblings. Klaus's only wish is that you don't make him an uncle again so soon."
Bonnie buried her face in her hands, muffling the sounds of her embarrassment. Good god, first Caroline asks about her sex life and now Klaus is basically telling her to use protection. Not to mention she had Matt and Tyler gunning for her to rekindle with Henrik. Why was everyone so damn adamant she get laid? Even Davina wanted her and Henrik to try again. She hadn't said it outright, but Bonnie had seen how her daughter was looking at them earlier once she had stopped Henrik from pounding Elijah's face in.
"It's not like he hasn't made me see stars before," grumbled Bonnie.
"I've done more than make you see stars, dearest." His breath brushed against the shell of her ear and she squeaked. He let out a chuckle and moved back before she could swat him in the face.
"Y-y-you!" Good job Bonnie, get tongue-tied after embarrassing yourself.
"Yes, it's me," Henrik remarked, his lips curled in a more relaxed version of that infamous Mikaelson smirk. No, she thought seeing how he gazed at her. That smile reminded her of Klaus. Suddenly all those times she had felt a small wave of arousal hit her like a truck. Her random urges to want to kiss Klaus made sense. Henrik had always been close to his brother. Her face felt hot and she wanted to crawl into a hole. She had been sexually attracted to Klaus because of her romantic past with Henrik.
This man before her had her whipped before she even knew it. She stilled at the soft brush of his fingers against her cheek and the warmth of his palms as he cupped her face.
"Where are you, little love?" he asked his accent deep and sending a shiver down her skin. Her legs felt weak and she knew the warmth in her stomach was starting to travel down south. She kept her eyes on his; the brown that seemed to darken and how his pupils dilated. She could see them flickering between her eyes and her lips. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I..." she whispered, letting her eyes fall to his lips. A memory flashed before her eyes. The feeling of his lips against hers, the soft taste of raspberries on his lips and tongue. His pink strained fingers carding into her hair before his lips dragged up her neckline and to the shell of her ear.
"Bonnie," His fingers moved from her hair to her neckline and down to her hips. He lifted her to with ease, wrapping her legs around his waist and pressing her back to the wall of their cottage. She remembers taking his face in her hands, letting her thumb brush against his bottom lip. His lips pucker and press a cherish kiss to the pad of her thumb. "Thank you for giving me this chance to love you."
They kiss again, the taste of raspberries embedding in her mind. She remembered how his fingers made quick work of her undergarments, how he lifted her higher until her legs were wrapped around his shoulders. The feel of his lips as he kissed along her inner thighs, the heat of his breath against her clit, and his declaration of love before he feasted upon her. He tasted her until she shook with release and when she had begun to catch her breath, he continued without rest.
The memory faded and she blinked up into curious and concerned eyes. But her own gazed back upon his lips. Would he taste like raspberries?
She didn't know she was getting closer or if he was leaning down, but Henrik had just angled his head to kiss her when Caroline's voice cut through the haze.
"Don't think you can get out of my interrogation, Bennett. You're going to tell me if the sex is good or-oh." The blonde paused in the doorway of the kitchen, Elena right on her heels. It was like a veil had been pulled from Bonnie's eyes. She pulled back and almost off the stool had Henrik not caught her by the waist. She jumped at his touch and watched as he moved his hands away.
"Were we interrupting something?" Caroline asked.
"I-I-I..." Bonnie really hoped that hole would come along so she could dive in.
"My apologizes ladies," Henrik said. "I was chatting away with Bonnie and we got distracted."
Elena looked rather sour. "Right."
"I'm sorry," Bonnie directed at Henrik. "I should be getting back to girls night."
He gave her that easy smile, "Of course. Have fun and pleasant dreams."
"Goodnight." She returned. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, causing her heart to skip a beat. She hopped off the stool and was about to join Elena and Caroline when his hand grasped her wrist. She glanced up at him.
"That was for you to give to Davina," he instructed her and then pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips, so close that she just felt the soft brush of them against hers. He pulled back, his eyes dark before he thumbed her lips. "Sweet dreams, my little love."
He watched as she scampered out of the kitchen with her friends and chuckled. He could hear Caroline dig into Bonnie when she thought they were out of earshot. "Just so we're clear, you two were gonna christen Damon's kitchen if we hadn't come in there."
"Caroline!" Bonnie's squeak was adorable. He glanced down at his traitorous hard-on and sighed. The baby vampire was not wrong though. If he had kissed her, cautious and common sense would have left him. A house full of vampires - and his daughter - be damned. He left the kitchen and headed for the wet bar. A drink won't help his erection, but it would help calm his nerves.
