I do not own vampire diaries; I just own this plot bunny.

Another short one. We've hit peek season at my job so I will try to update to every other Tuesday, but please don't quote me on that one.

Enjoy this little dabble of a chapter.


Chapter Ten

Bonnie stirred at the sound of a soft voice whispering into her ear. A part of her could hear that it was an old Norse lullaby and that it was being whispered along her shoulder. She smiled as sleep lifted off her bones. She was also aware that she was in her childhood bed at Grams's house, if the lavender sheets where any indication. Now that was a bit confusing, but she was pretty sure it involved magic.

The singing stopped against her shoulder. "Good evening," Henrik grinned.

"Evening?" She parroted and started to sit up. The night sky was dark and stars twinkled in and out. She turned to look at him, wanting to ask so many questions.

"I brought you here after our last round," he started and kissed her nose. "I think I tuckered you out, little love. You fell asleep just after climaxing."

Not that he minded, but he didn't speak that out loud. "After that, I peeked into your mind a bit. Wanted to find a safe place for you. So I brought you here and I also cleaned up a bit. I've also told Tessa where we are."

She nodded and sat up, "So did you walk around my Grams' house stark naked?"

He snorted. "Of course not. I was clothed until I joined you in bed. Just in case you woke up wanting to continue our conversation. But I also made you food, pasta to be exact."

Bonnie grinned and kissed him square on the mouth. The look of astonishment was adorable on Henrik's face and it washed away any doubts she was starting to have. "Thank you for that because I am starving!"

He watched as Bonnie hopped out of bed, and felt no shame as he let his eyes stay glued to her ass. There was a hint of red along the apples of her cheeks from where his hands had smacked, and he caught the soft bruising of his hands from gripping her hips and neck. He was also proud of the bite mark he caught sight of as she shimmed into a night and sleep shorts.

Henrik found it a shame that he would be tearing those off her. If she allowed it, of course. He followed her lead and reached for the pants he had folded on her nightstand, but that was it. After walking down the stairs and settling at the kitchen table, Henrik plates up their spaghetti and also served it with some water. Bonnie thanked him. She hadn't realize how thirsty she was. Or hungry she was. Or sore, oh so blissfully sore.

"How are you feeling?"

She blinked at him. "Good, very good actually."

"Are you sore anywhere? In any kind of pain?" He asked.

"A little sore between my legs, but it's fine. I can take a bath later. No other pain whatsoever."

"Any second thoughts? I know we rushed this, and I wanted to wait. Gods, did I want to wait. And I'll keep waiting as well, if you aren't ready. Or if you're feeling any kind of regret."

"Henrik!" Bonnie called, reaching out for his hand. He jumped at the sound of her voice and she almost wanted to kick herself. She had heard some of the stories Elena had shared about Mikael's abuse. How he controlled his children and raised his voice often. Centuries later and he still had a small hold on her husband.

She paused. It wasn't the first time she had thought that. The moment they kissed, the word stopped being a possibility. Henrik was her husband.

Her husband who had waited centuries for her.

Her husband who was second guessing their rutting in the woods. Who looked every bit like that scared eighteen year old boy who clutched a red carnation.

Her sweet, loving and scared husband. Bonnie let go of his hand and walked over to his side. She wasn't sure what propelled her, but she nestled into his lap and started pressing kisses along his neck and face. She wasn't sure when her tongue switched from English to Norse, as she told him it was okay. But Bonnie knew as she cradled his face in her hands, their empty plates and cups the only thing keeping her from having him take her on the table, she had to assure him.

"Henrik," she said, spoken softly as she let her thumb brush along his lower lip. "I don't regret it. I may be jumping into this without really thinking, but I know what I want. I want to live, go off to college, maybe take up my grandmother's title of Occult Studies professor one day. I want to end any threat to my family and friends, so we can all live a somewhat peaceful life."

She kissed the corner of his lips. "I want Davina to go off to college, if she hasn't already. I want her to have a good life with both of us in it. I want to actually get to know your fucked family."

He chuckled at that. "They are a bit mental, aren't they?"

"You're the sanest of them all." Bonnie assured him and then rubbed her nose against his, bumping it for good measure. "I want a life with you, Henrik. I don't just want sex with you; no matter how amazing it is."

He was smug but he said nothing, just let her continue. "I want to be your wife again, Hen. After," she swallowed the fear creeping up her throat. "After all the baddies have been laid to rest. Down the line, I want to be your wife again."

"How far down?" He whispered, his breath warm against her lips.

"I don't know," she answered, truthfully. She offered him a smile. "But I have a feeling you'll wait for me."

"Always and forever," he vowed and sealed it with a heated kiss. She moaned against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pulling back, he couldn't stop the chuckle that left him.

"What?"

"Are you aware we just had a whole conversation in Norse?" He was grinning as she flushed.

"We did?"

"Yes," His grin was now a bright smile. All teeth and the soft dimples in his cheeks. "Now, while I'd love nothing more than to fuck you again, let's run you a bath and then settle in. We'll head back in the morning."

Bonnie grinned. "Hopefully nothing had happened."

"Don't jinx them, beloved. Between the repressed sexual tension between Stefan and Davina, Tessa just waiting to kill Silas and my dear aunt just waiting to strike, something will have happened when we get back." Henrik said with an air of bravado that only his older brothers carried.

She caught him muttering under his breath. "And I hope it's Silas's murder."

"Don't want to think about how our daughter got down and dirty with Stefan?" Bonnie teased.

"Of course not. She's still a virgin to me," Henrik explained. "An immortal virgin even Jesus would be jealous of."

Bonnie snorted. "Sorry dear husband, but if I can see Stefan's got a hot back, so can my daughter."

Whatever question he had about hot backs and Davina's purity died on his tongue. Bonnie was starting to be concerned when he lifted her up, swiped the table clear of dishwater and vanished her clothes.

She hardly let out a breath before he had her on the table and was prying open her legs open and dropping down to his knees.

"Oh sweet wife, you shouldn't have said that." He warned.

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, but hold onto the table. Just in case." He winked at her and drove between her thighs.