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Chapter Nine
"You just had to provoke him, did you?" Tyler delivered a smack to the back of Jeremy's head as he spoke. They were seated at the bar of the Mystic Grill. Matt had already gone off start working. The two men were currently nestling a beer and sharing a basket of onion rings. Jeremy grumbled under his breath, trying not to move his arm. The hybrid had refused to give him any blood until he got rid of whatever stick was shoved up his ass.
Grabbing a piece of the fried onion, Jeremy chewed on it before taking a swig of his beer. Tyler had paid for both and he was still considered underaged, but no one really seemed to give a shit. The bar was full of tourists and regulars, but the two of them were lucky enough to have the bar to themselves. Jeremy could sit and grumble about how he hated Henrik and Tyler could keep smacking him for being an idiot.
Did he get that Bonnie wasn't the same girl anymore?
He wasn't sure what had gone down between the two of them in the boiler room, but Jeremy was clinging to that time as if his life depended on it. Well, maybe it was? Tyler wasn't all too sure. He certainly couldn't call himself Bonnie's number one fan. He had hardly talked to her during his time in town before everything went to shit. They would talk in passing at parties and they had kissed back in middle school, but that was it. Once Tyler discovered sex and how popularity got him something in his dad's eyes, he left her and whatever friendship he could have formed with her behind.
A lot of good that did him.
Downing his beer in one go, he turned his eyes back to Jeremy. "Seriously dude, what were you thinking?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I was thinking that I wouldn't have to have some competition for my girlfriend when she was resurrected from the grave. This was supposed to be our second chance at getting it right," said Jeremy. He reached for another onion ring and starting picking at the breading. It was a bit hard to go it one-handed, but he was about to get some of it off.
"I thought that when they said Bonnie would come back, she'd still be the Bonnie we know," he muttered, though his heart wasn't in it. He had hoped that when Bonnie came back, she'd have a better understanding of their relationship and why he had done what he did with Anna.
"Well the Bonnie we know was a doormat," Tyler waved his hand for another beer. The bartender came and dropped off one bottle and then took the empty one. Tyler also took the time to put in an order for some curly fries and barbeque sauce. Taking a sip from his new bottle, the hybrid glanced at the younger boy. He looked like hell, sulking with a broken arm, and nursing a beer in the other. If he were still in high school and the grade-A dick he had been, there would have been a jab made about how he was a pussy. But Tyler had grown since then - becoming a hybrid and then breaking your sire bond put some things in perspective.
"She wasn't always a doormat," sighed Jeremy.
"But she was for the last year," Tyler remarked and then glanced around. He grabbed Jeremy's beer and once the coast was clear, cut into his palm with his nails. He raised his hand to the bottle, the palm open over the top and a few drops of blood dripping into the beer.
Jeremy looked at him, the question of why was unspoken. "Get your shit together, Gilbert. Bonnie isn't yours like he said. But she also doesn't belong to anyone but herself. The sooner we all get on that page, the sooner we can all try meddling the wounds we inflicted. If she wants us to anyway."
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"Bonnie's been gone for a while now," Rebekah noted, sipping on a glass of rum. The others had been wondering what had happened since she went in search of Henrik so he could be a part of the conversation. Kol had since returned, but her brother had been eerily quiet. She also noticed how he kept his head down when she mentioned it.
Tessa made a noise. It sounded like a laugh but also had the endings of a snort. "He probably did something to piss her off and now they are talking it out."
"Oh they're finally giving in and giving me another niece," Freya mused, a teasing glint in her eyes. She glanced over at her family, noticing the sudden paleness of Esther and Mikael while her siblings all looked intrigued.
"So soon?" Finn was wearing a frown, but he was also wondering. Kol looked like he had swallowed a bug, but he wasn't opposed to the idea.
"Didn't you just tell us Dahlia is coming?" Elijah questioned. "Why the hell would they put our family in any more danger for another child?"
"I'm teasing, you sour puss," Freya snipped. Didn't he have a sense of humor?
Klaus rolled his eyes, though the sight was laughable since he had Hope bouncing on his knee. He had informed them that he wasn't ready to become an uncle again and Henrik didn't listen. Typical younger siblings, he thought. Hope was playing with the buttons on his shirt before she cooed and patted her father's chest. He smiled down at his daughter. She wanted to be included in their talks. It still amazed him that at only six months, she was so intuitive. Perhaps it had something to do with being a tribrid, or just being a baby.
But Henrik hadn't been this knowledgeable as a child. Perhaps it was her blood after all.
"Nevertheless, why are they missing, and Davina shouldn't be out shopping right now. She has a target on her back." Elijah was seconds away from losing his composure. He was still irked with his brother for punching him and bringing up Tatia. No matter how years had passed, it was still a sore subject.
Elena spoke then. "I agree with Elijah."
"No one asked for your opinion, hussy." Rebekah snarled. "Besides why are you lot still here? This is a family matter and none of you are involved."
Caroline frowned, "Bonnie is involved," she said as if it was the universal answer.
It was in a way, at least to Caroline. Bonnie was like her sister and she had been doing a terrible job at keeping her safe and being there for her. But now, she was back. She was alive and Caroline could do all she could to help her. Even if she lost her in the process, she was willing to go to the end of the world for Bonnie.
Tessa hummed, "Well at least we have Betty on our side. Pretty sure we've also got Blue Eyes and Wolfie on our side as well," she flicked her wrist and a grimoire appeared on the coffee table, as well as a bottle of rum from Damon's liquor cabinet.
She glanced over at Damon, Elena, and Stefan. "I already know Stefan is onboard. Oh, and before I let it slip, do not touch my niece Ripper. I will personally kill you if you even think about undressing her with your eyes."
Stefan nodded his head, message received. But it didn't mean he was going to follow through with it. Something about Davina was nagging at the back of his skull and he wanted to know what it was. Every time he tried to think further on it, it was like something was holding him back.
Damon kept an eye on Elena's reaction to that. Looks like his brother was moving on from her. However, he did have to judge him for going for Bonnie's own daughter. But he didn't have to think too long on that, because Elena turned to the younger Salvatore looking like she had been slapped in the face.
"Seriously Stefan?" she was appalled.
Kol spoke up since he had entered the room. "Oh please, you think he's going to be still waiting for you? You've been fucking his brother after all," he rolled his eyes skyward. "Petrova women are nothing but trouble."
"I couldn't agree more," Tessa raised a glass to the vampire. He nodded in return. "Now, let's talk about Dahlia."
Mikael growled at the mention of her name. Esther was still quiet, but the siblings could see that it wouldn't be long before imploded at the drop of a hat. The patriarch of their family had a bruised ego and dealing with the woman who took his daughter, it only fueled his rage.
"Oh calm down," Tessa waved her hand in his direction. "You'll get to hurt her."
Freya smiled at the other witch. Subconsciously, her hand went to her womb. The ache never left, and to this day she would always envy her youngest brother for bringing a child into this world and never know the dangers of the deal their mother made. If things had been different, if her mother had not needed magical assistance to bear children, they would have been a happy family.
But she wouldn't have this, she thought as she glanced up at Tessa and then took a glance at her family again. The family she hadn't seen in years and the little brother and niece who had brought light back to her darkness. She thought of when she met Tessa and Bonnie, hunched over a cauldron, and speaking in ancient Greek about something. Bonnie had looked at her like she had killed her cat.
If her cat was Henrik that was. Dahlia had never found out about them, or at least she hoped she didn't. Freya would never forgive herself if anything happened to her family.
"We need to be smart," she advised. "Dahlia is crafty and will use any means to get what she wants."
"Which is apparently my firstborn," Klaus hissed while Hayley's eyes flashed gold. The bitch could try and take their child, but Hayley would fight her baby.
"And Davina," Freya whispered. Her hand never left her womb as she remembered how overjoyed Henrik had been at the news. She had never thought she'd be an aunt while hers walked the Earth. Funny how life worked out for them. "She's not only Henrik's firstborn, but she is also of the Bennett line. She is as much of a powerhouse as Hope is."
"And she's a prodigy like her mother," Tessa muttered, remembering Davina taking the magic like a fish to water. Bonnie had been the same way in her last life, and through the tabs had she kept on her in this one, she was just as powerful. It was no wonder Silas wanted her on his side.
"Fuck," cursed Finn.
"Well said brother," Rebekah agreed and Kol nodded his head as well. Klaus looked scandalized at his eldest brother.
"Language," he chided, covering Hope's ears. His eldest gave him a bit of a smile, not wide enough to be beaming but just bright enough to let him know he found it laughable.
Tessa clapped her hands loudly, bringing everyone back to the matter at hand. "We need to come up with a plan and fast. I'm not sure where she is, but Dahlia could be coming to us as we speak."
"Wouldn't she go to New Orleans?" Esther questioned.
"No," Freya muttered. "She'll go wherever the magic she seeks out is."
Damon groaned as he spoke sarcastically. "Good old Mystic Falls."
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Henrik was a patient man. He had to be when it came to dealing with a two-thousand-year-old witch as stubborn, reckless, and vengeful as his mentor. And yet that very patience snapped like a feeble string the moment Bonnie muttered those words.
Fingers grazed the tip of her chin, tilting her up to meet his eyes. She shivered at the lust shining in them and he smirked at her reaction. His eyes followed the way her tongue darted out to wet her lips and he chased after it, melding their lips together.
It was supposed to be a sweet kiss; a prelude to the passion that would consume them. It quickly became heated when she sighed and let her tongue slip into his mouth. He pulled back from the kiss and let his hands fall to the back of her thighs, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. He pressed her back against the tree, and with no warning kissed her.
Bonnie felt like she was swimming. The feel of his lips made her dizzy and she couldn't help gripping at his shirt again. Her fingers itched to rip it off him and she wondered if he's thinking the exact same thing about her blouse. The soft pressure of his lips against her, as his tongue stroked against hers was sending shockwaves through her.
When he pulls away again, Bonnie whimpers at the loss of his touch. He chuckled, deep and he let his lips move along the curve of her neck. His hands move from squeezing her thighs to holding her up with one hand while his other yanks at her blouse. The buttons fell to the floor and she sighs in relief at the loss of clothing. Finally, they were getting somewhere. She smiled cheekily as his fingers grazed her breast. She thanked the gods she hadn't worn a bra.
His open mouth kisses trailed up to her ear, his breathing hard. "Minx," he purred into her ear and then bit her earlobe. She shivered at the feeling and let out a mewl as he caressed her breasts. The feel of him as he let his fingers trail from her breast and to the hem of her pants had her bucking against him.
"Henrik," she pleaded, her voice thick with need.
"Relax little love," he murmured into her skin. "You'll see the stars and more."
"Can you make it soon?"
He chuckled at her impatience. He nuzzled into the valley of her breasts. "You want me to fuck against this tree like a common whore?"
"No," she said, and he raised his eyes to hers. "I want you to fuck me against this tree, on this very floor and any other surface you feel comfortable with, like a common whore."
"Hmm, I can do all of that, dearest," he let his tongue sweep over her nipple and suckled at it lazily. He pulled her away from the tree and lowered them onto the floor and maneuvering them, so she was straddling his lap. "However, I'd never fuck you like a common whore. You're a queen," he paused again and pecked her lips, kissing her until she stopped pouting. He couldn't help but find it cute. Cradling her face in his hands, he continued. "And a queen deserves the best."
She couldn't stop the skipping of her heart. "How can do this? How can you go from looking like you want to rip my clothes off..." she glanced down at her ripped shirt and the grin on his face told her would do it again. But she resumed speaking as his hands gripped her shoulders and removed the damaged article of clothing. "To praising me?"
Henrik sighed. His poor wife...
"Bonnie, I love you,"
"I know you love a version of me," she muttered and gasped when his hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her closer. His lips were just a breath away from hers, the brown of his eyes suddenly ablaze with a passion she was all too familiar with.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips. "I told you years ago that as long as I walk the earth, I will always love you. I will love you in this life, the last, and however many lives you and I are able to share together. So understand that when I say those words, when I touch you and when I make love to you, I mean you, Bonnie Shelia Bennett."
If she hadn't been breathless from that confession, she was by how he kissed her. It was like he was pouring all his love into this one kiss. His touch was comforting as he peeled her pants down to her knees and her underwear too. His mouth ravished every bit of her upper body, from the valley of her breasts to her collarbone. His fingers hadn't gone any longer than her navel, and he was making her crave so much more.
He lowered her to the ground, kissing down her body until he got to her treasure trail. She was suddenly embarrassed that she hasn't shaved. Well, Caroline had helped her trim for prom but that was months ago. She wasn't nursing a jungle but still, she was self-conscious about how he would feel.
Was he against pubic hair? Did he have a problem with it? She was about to say something when his fingers brushed against her folds. His lips teased the inside of her thigh and she gasped when he licked a strip from her thigh to the outline of her brush.
"Relax," he assured her and spread her legs, lifting her so she was raised from the waist down and her legs hung over his shoulders. It was kind of hard to with him so close to her nethers. She wasn't a virgin; she just hadn't been with anyone in a while. She and Jeremy had never even crossed that line, just heavy making out. They never had the chance to go any further since he died, and she did not that long after bringing back too -
His tongue licked a long strip from her lower lips to her clit. She jolted at the feeling and let out a gasp as he spread her lips and licked her again. Her mouth fell open into a silent cry as his lips suckled at her clit and he slipped a finger inside her. She shivered and bucked against him as a second finger entered her.
"Fuck," she hissed as he curled his fingers. "You...oh fuck...!"
He released her clit, lavishing her with soft brief kisses before he pulled back and watched her. She looked so cute, spread open for him, and working her hips back on his fingers. He wanted to have her gushing on his fingers, but he wasn't sure if she couldn't. Perhaps another time, right now he was more focused on getting her close to her first orgasm. And if she kept working to fuck herself on his fingers alone, he was pretty sure she'd send him over the edge by the time he entered her.
He curled his fingers again, pressing against her g-spot and repeated the action. He could feel her start to tighten around his fingers. She was close and he watched as a flush spread across her cheeks. As she got closer to her release, she whined at the loss of his fingers. She didn't have to cry for long, as his lips replaced them. If she was going to cum from anything, it was going to be the feeling of his tongue inside her and his fingers teasing her clit.
He moaned into her flesh, holding her down and watching as she let go. Her body went taut and he welcomed the taste of her release on his tongue. He licked and sucked as she came down from her high and grinned as clenched her thighs around his head.
Pulling back and licking his lips, he was greeted to the sight of a wanton looking Bonnie. The twigs from the floor, as well as some leaves, had gotten into her hair and he smiled softly.
She was beautiful.
"Welcome back, little bird," he greeted. "Did you see any stars?"
She tried to swat at his forearm, but it was a weak hit. "Hmm, a few..."
Henrik arched an eyebrow. "Just a few, that won't do," he mused and rubbed her thighs. "I should eat you until you can't cum anymore. Would you like that?"
The smile on his lips died away as her fingers gripped his pants, palming his tented erection. The look in her eyes was maddening. They basically screamed for him to fuck her.
And who was he to deny her that? She was his queen after all.
"Do you want me inside you?" he asked, his voice gruff. He slipped his fingers back into her heat, feeling her clench around him at the addition of a third finger. The noises coming from her only got him harder.
"Yes."
His fingers moved deeper inside her, working her up to another orgasm. "You're so tight, little love. So tight and dripping for me," he pressed his lips against hers, silencing her moans. "Spirits I've missed you, Bonnie."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss. "Henrik please," she moaned against his lips and reached between then, to palm his cock again. He moved away from her, slipping out of her again and brought his fingers up to his lips, tasting her.
That action seemed to spark something in her. With a strength she didn't even know she owned; Bonnie pounced on him. His back hit the ground and he blinked as she kissed him hard. He moaned, holding her to him as she straddled him again. She glanced down at his clothes, angry that he still wore them. Willing her magic, she banished them from his person, leaving them both bare.
Henrik laughed and she frowned at her husband.
She paused softly at the thought. She had been trying to think of him as anything but that. And yet, here in the middle of the forest, bare as the day they were born and about to connect biblically, she saw him for what he was. He was all smiles as he laughed and mirth in his eyes took her breath away.
She kissed him on impulse, her fingers carding in his hair and moving so his erection was resting against her thigh. She was amazed at how heavy he felt and thick. She flushed at the thought of him splitting her in two. He seemed to notice her fear and kissed along her shoulders.
"Take your time, my love," He plants butterfly kisses along her cheeks. It feels right, she thinks, the feel of his lips against her cheeks and then to her closed eyelids. Her doubts wash away as she moves and takes inch after inch inside of him. His mouth falls open, a curse in Old Norse leaving lips as he is taken into her. He buries his face in her shoulder, teeth scraping at her skin as her own head lobbies back at the fullness of him.
He feels...Bonnie has few words on how he makes her feel. There's a delicious ache between her thighs and he feels amazing. She's damn sure that if he moves his hips, she'll see stars for sure.
Was he always this good? she wonders as she reaches for him, her hands grasping his forearms, feeling the muscle of his biceps. She rocks against him, using his arms as an anchor before she finds a rhythm.
He watches as she finds her pace. She's angelic and yet at the same time, pure sin as she mewls and moans. Sweat starts to shine along her brow and he can't help but hold her at her waist, guiding her along, meeting her thrust for thrust.
She finds her second release, crying his name. She can barely catch her breath before he's moved them. She finds herself on the ground on all fours, legs spread wider and his hands gripping her hips in an almost painful hold. He kisses along her spine, to her shoulder blades, and then her earlobe.
"Catch your breath, love," he advised, his thumb rubbing circles around her clit. "You'll need it for when I'm done with you."
Well, it's here. Please forgive me for not being extra smutty. I haven't written decent smut in a while. But I can promise I will try to make every sex scene between them much better after this.
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