Chapter 5 - Yearning
Warnings: Cunnilingus
A/N: Hiiii. I'm supposed to be updating my other stories (and I will), but I need to post this before I over-edit it more than I already have. Please don't be mad at me; this is where my muse has decided to take up residence for a while. This chapter has a lot of character development for Bonnie, so Elijah isn't as… present, but he more than makes up for it at the end. :) Enjoy, and please share your thoughts in the comments. I'm itching to know what you all think, as this story is way outside my comfort zone. The musical inspiration for this chapter is Damage by H.E.R., Unfold by Alina Baraz & Galamatias, That's What I Like by Bruno Mars, and Whatever You Want by Tony! Toni! Toné. RIP to D'Wayne Wiggins.
Bonnie winced when Lucy's face appeared on her phone screen. Her cousin's expression was a mix of disappointment and fury—never a good combination. It had been a while since Lucy's cellphone reception had allowed them to video chat, so Bonnie felt trapped as her mind went utterly blank, wondering what she'd done to earn her cousin's ire.
"There are only two motherfucking reasons why Bonnie Sheila Bennett would completely forget to call me on my birthday. You're not dead, so I demand to know what man you're over there jumping up and down on!" Lucy's voice resonated through the phone, and Bonnie felt her stomach twist with guilt.
"Lucy! Oh my God!" Bonnie slapped a hand to her forehead. "Shit! I'm so sorry, girl!" Her face crumpled as she gazed at Lucy's disappointed glare, her stomach sinking further when she noticed the tears welling in her cousin's eyes. Guilt settled in like an unwelcome guest, heavy and unavoidable.
"Sorry?! My birthday was a week ago!" Lucy wasn't letting up, and Bonnie scrambled, glancing at the wall calendar beside her. Sure enough, she had completely missed it. She had been in Paris that weekend, swept up in the whirlwind of Elijah, but that was no excuse.
How could I forget? Bonnie chewed her bottom lip, the heat of embarrassment spreading up her neck.
"Guilty bitch!" Lucy didn't miss a beat, her eyes narrowing in a way that made Bonnie wince and laugh simultaneously.
"It's not like that," Bonnie said quickly, her voice too high to sound convincing.
Lucy's eyes narrowed further. "It is like that, but you know what? I'm not even mad because look at you! You're glowing! Now, fill me in." She leaned back, arms crossed.
Bonnie rolled her chair away from the desk, cautiously peeking around the door jamb. The back office was empty. Still, she closed and locked the door, pulling the blinds shut to shield herself from embarrassment.
"I can't say it here," Bonnie whispered, feeling the pressure build. "But I swear, I'll make it up to you! And I'll tell you everything, I promise."
Lucy squealed on the other end of the call. "So you are jumping up and down on a man!" She clapped her hands together with glee.
Bonnie groaned, yet a laugh escaped her lips. "I'm not jumping up and down on anyone!" she hissed, pressing her fingers to her temple.
Lucy gave her a knowing look. "But you want to, don't you?"
Bonnie's face flushed as she averted her gaze. "Can't you just yell at me instead?!"
"Oh, I will." Lucy leaned closer to the camera. "But first, I need to know who has your nose so wide open that you forgot your favorite cousin's birthday. That man deserves a thank-you card because you could use some good dick in your life."
"I am about to hang up," Bonnie threatened, though her mortification was colored by amusement.
"Seriously! You're wound tighter than a drum, girl. You could use a good stretch. A little 'downward dog,' if you catch my drift." Lucy waggled her eyebrows.
Her jaw dropped. "Do you realize I'm at work?!" Bonnie squirmed in her seat, trying to rid herself of the images Lucy painted.
"Yes," Lucy answered, completely unbothered. "I want you to feel embarrassed. Serves you right."
Bonnie covered her eyes, laughing despite herself. "God, I really am sorry, Luce."
"I know, B. But I'm in town and ready to whoop your ass. See if you can leave work early so I can make that happen."
"I'll see what I can do," she assured.
The call ended, and Bonnie glanced at her computer screen. The day's date glared back at her like a reprimand. Despite her whirlwind weekend in Paris and all the distractions Elijah had provided, there was no excuse for neglecting Lucy. Bonnie stood and grabbed her belongings before shutting down her computer.
If she could arrive late for Elijah, she could leave early for Lucy.
When Bonnie arrived home, she felt relieved that Elijah wasn't lurking in the shadows as she had become accustomed to. Nevertheless, she instinctively searched for him as she turned the corner toward her door.
Lucy was set to arrive later, so in the meantime, she tidied the apartment to clear her mind. Though Lucy didn't live in the States, Bonnie's spare bedroom was her home away from home. It also doubled as Bonnie's art gallery, and since it had been a while since Lucy's last visit, the room was a mess. After organizing the space and putting away her art supplies, she moved to the kitchen area, preparing it to host her cousin effectively.
She moved around the room with a bit more urgency, her thoughts clouded by a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Lucy hadn't mentioned when she would arrive, but Bonnie felt the urge to call her as time passed. The doorbell rang as she reached for her phone, pulling her back into reality.
Bonnie froze for a moment, then wiped her hands on her leggings and went to answer the door. When she opened it, she was greeted by the grinning faces of Lucy, Greta, and Prudence, all holding bags of snacks and bottles of wine coolers. Lucy was already halfway through popping the cap off one of the bottles, her expression radiating mischief.
"Where's your Vaseline? It's time to settle the score," Lucy teased, as if she were fully prepared to whoop Bonnie's ass. When Bonnie let out a startled gasp, Lucy grinned. "You thought shit was sweet, huh?"
Bonnie's heart swelled at the sight of them. It had been so long since they'd all had the chance to meet as a group. "Tell me you're not both here as backup?" she asked with a laugh, the guilt from earlier beginning to fade just a tad.
"Damn right I brought backup! You broke the cardinal rule. It's tits before dicks!" Lucy teased. She gestured to Greta and Prudence, who both smiled, arms filled with snacks and party bags.
Greta stepped in with a warm, motherly hug that reminded her of Sheila Bennett. "We're not here to grill you. Well, not too much. We haven't heard much from you lately, and even though we're all busy living our lives, there's no excuse for not keeping in touch," Greta offered with a small smile. "Plus, we wanted to check in and ensure you aren't letting work swallow you whole." She gave Bonnie a knowing look. "We know how you get."
"Except this time, I think it was a man swallowing her whole," Prudence chimed with a devilish grin. She stepped inside, embracing Bonnie tightly and kissing her cheek. Bonnie's eyes stung with unshed emotions as she stepped back, observing the three of them as guilt faded away and love took its place.
"I know, I know," Bonnie relented, accepting their jabs with stride. "Get your asses in here so I can fill you in," she said, nodding her head in a welcoming gesture.
As they all entered the living room, Bonnie felt the space come alive, buzzing with their presence. Their warm and effervescent laughter filled the room, a kind of easy companionship birthed from years of shared history.
And that history was filled with complexity, love, and found family.
Luciana Bennett, better known as Lucy, was Bonnie's closest living relative. Orphaned at a young age, Lucy was raised by her grandmother, Joanna Bennett, Sheila Bennett's younger sister. Joanna passed away when Lucy was sixteen, and despite this tragedy, Bonnie—eleven at the time—gained a sister. A prolific photographer, Lucy travels the world capturing images for high-profile magazines, though she originally started as a vlogger and effectively plays the role of a social media influencer. Her travel blog emphasizes the safety of traveling as a single Black woman, and her knack for visiting obscure countries serves as a modern-day Green Book for the women she represents.
The polar opposite of Lucy is Greta Martin, a corporate attorney specializing in mergers and acquisitions. Although she was the busiest, Greta typically gathered everyone for a girls' night when too much time had passed. Bonnie met Greta through Lucy during a brief romance in Lucy's first year in their sleepy town of Mystic Falls. Both struggled to adjust, particularly Greta, who had recently lost her father and brother in a tragic accident. The two bonded, and although their relationship didn't last beyond their teenage years, they have remained close friends. Greta served as Bonnie's surrogate sister while Lucy was busy traveling abroad.
Lastly, there was the fabulous Prudence Blackwood. Often mistaken for 'twins' by the untrained eye, Prudence—who was two years older—was the devil on Bonnie's shoulder. Initially, Lucy and Grams outright despised Prudence, but they grew to appreciate her charisma and eventually accepted her into their lives. Like Bonnie, Prudence had been cast aside by her father when her mother died during childbirth. Sheila had a knack for taking in outcast children, and once she recognized Prudence's misguided nature, she softened towards her and allowed Prudence to take refuge in her home.
Like Bonnie, Prudence was an artist; however, Bonnie believed Prudence's skill and talent were miles ahead. After graduating from art school, Prudence found an artist's life too unstable for her. Thus, she began working as a gallery curator at a prestigious art museum focusing on contemporary artists.
The world was often unkind to women like them, and while each girl had a tragic backstory, it didn't define them.
"Remember when Prudence and Bonnie got caught at a strip club? I thought Grams was going to skin all of us alive. It took years to convince her we had nothing to do with it."
The four of them were sitting at Bonnie's dining room table, playing a game of Spades. Bonnie's face flushed as she focused on the hand she had been dealt. This was one of the stories that frequently reared its ugly head.
"Pru told me they offered free alcohol," she defended, her voice raising an octave.
"That's what the flyer said! How was I supposed to know we had to dance for it?"
Bonnie cackled. "It said it on the flyer," Bonnie argued. She remembered the look on Prudence's face when Greta dared to read past the large text on the flyer and laughed.
"Well, I didn't read good," Prudence countered.
"Apparently," Greta deadpanned, earning a laugh from all of them.
"And Bonnie was bold enough to do it," Lucy said with fake disapproval. Bonnie's cheeks flushed as the memories of that night came flooding back.
"They told me I could keep my pants on," Bonnie laughed into her wine cooler as she knocked it back, eager to open another one. "Deuces wild," she shouted as she tossed a card down, and the group groaned as she gathered the cards in the center.
"Man, fuck this game," Prudence laughed as she threw the card box at Bonnie. Bonnie stuck her tongue out at her and began shuffling the deck, placing it back in the box once she finished.
"So," Lucy began.
Bonnie's face flushed. That single word was so loaded she could almost hear a gunshot in the distance. She knew what was coming. "Do you guys want pizza? I can order some!"
"Aht at, bitch, don't deflect," Prudence said laughing. "We let you off easy earlier but now your ass gotta come to the front of the congregation," she said, waving her black, stiletto nails in Bonnie's face.
"Bald heffa," Bonnie mumbled, causing the rest of them to laugh at Prudence's expense. Prudence gave Bonnie the finger before rubbing her nails across her platinum blonde hair.
"Ya' daddy likes it," she sassed.
"He's bald too," Lucy pointed out. "Twins."
"You guys are ruthless," Greta said, laughing. "Seriously though, Bonnie, tell us about this mystery man. What's his name? What's his star sign? Does he have a brother? Sister?" Greta inquired with a sensual smirk. Bonnie blushed as she was placed in the hot seat. She reached toward the center of the table, where a cooler of drinks sat, and grabbed another wine cooler. She popped the cap and drank a quarter of the bottle before exhaling sharply.
"Oh Lord, this bitch got it bad," Prudence grinned as she grabbed a wine cooler too.
"Right?" Greta said in agreement. "I think we need to get comfortable for this."
.xXx.
Bonnie leaned back into the couch cushions, aware that this conversation would escalate. The wine coolers had been upgraded to actual wine, and her living room buzzed with the usual energy present when her girls gathered.
Lucy sprawled across the couch's arm, Prudence stretched out on the floor surrounded by snacks, and Greta, seated cross-legged like a regal queen, already held her second glass, watching Bonnie like a hawk.
Bonnie had been careful in choosing what to share, fully aware that these sessions could spiral out of control. She was thankful for her strong support system, but oversharing had previously burned her. Her relationship with Enzo had taught her what happens when you invite too many opinions into your personal life. This time, after some much-needed therapy, she was determined to keep some things to herself.
Like how Elijah had shown up at her apartment unannounced more than once, or how his intensity should've scared her—but didn't.
There was also the issue of his identity. To her friends, Mr. Mikaelson was simply the mysterious, wealthy hotel guest she had a crush on—a silly, one-sided fantasy she never dreamed would become a reality.
They didn't need to know more, not yet.
But now, sitting in front of them with her heart still racing from the memory of their kiss on the Eiffel Tower, Bonnie felt excitement and apprehension as she shared just enough of the story to spark their imaginations.
Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, wait, wait. You flew to Paris—and we're only hearing about this now? What the hell, Bon?"
Greta shook her head, laughing as she sipped her wine. "I'm just trying to process this. You—Miss Practical—jumped on a private jet with a man who practically owns the planet and didn't think to call us?"
Prudence tossed a chip into the air, catching it with a smirk. "Forget all that—how big is it?"
"Pru!" Bonnie, Greta, and Prudence shouted in unison, but Prudence just shrugged, unapologetic.
"What? You know you were all thinking it," she grinned.
Bonnie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her laugh. "Hate to disappoint, Pru, but nothing happened."
Prudence sat up, dramatically clutching her chest. "Oh, I don't believe this. You're telling me you didn't even taste it?"
The color drained from Bonnie's face as Greta and Lucy laughed at her expense. "No! I was on my best behavior!" Bonnie shot back, though a mischievous grin tugged at her lips. "But damn if I didn't want to."
"That man took you to Paris. I'd have been naked by the time the plane hit cruising altitude," Prudence quipped, earning a laugh from everyone.
Greta leaned forward with a soft smile. "Look, I'm happy it turned out great, but this is a little unlike you, Bonnie. I mean, you got drunk and passed out on his bed. That's… not you. What if you woke up in chains?"
"I mean, you say that like it's a bad thing," Lucy said with a smirk. Prudence offered her a high five as the two of them giggled.
"These two are so unserious," Greta laughed, shaking her head dismally.
Bonnie shrugged, sheepish. "I know, I know. But honestly? It feels different with him. He makes me… want to take risks."
Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, so we're taking risks now? Girl, I like where this is going!"
Bonnie leaned back with a grin, her guard dropping as the wine worked its magic. "Look, it's just… I'm usually the one in control, right? I don't know; maybe that's why I didn't fight it. It felt so good to relax and let someone else take charge for a change. I mean, I still had my moments where I had to come to my senses, but even then, it's not like before," she muttered, thinking of all the times she had to plan everything with Enzo.
Greta raised a brow, exchanging a knowing look with Lucy. "I don't know whether to be worried or impressed," she teased. "But he better not mess with you, Bon. Billionaire or not."
Bonnie smiled, feeling the warmth of their concern. "Trust me, I can handle him." She took a sip of her wine, feeling lighter- almost giddy. "But I'll admit, he knows how to get me to do things I never would have done."
"Like kissing on the Eiffel Tower?" Prudence chimed in, her grin wicked.
Bonnie's cheeks flushed, and she hid behind her wine glass, but the smile that broke free gave her away. "Maybe."
The room erupted in laughter and playful shouts. Lucy threw a pillow at her. "Bonnie Sheila Bennett, you've been holding out on us!"
Prudence grabbed another snack, shaking her head. "Man, I'm telling you—this couldn't have been me. I'd have been walking off that plane in a trench coat and heels."
"Doesn't take much for you, does it?" Lucy teased, smirking as Prudence flipped her the finger.
Bonnie laughed until her sides ached, realizing how much she had missed this—the teasing, the laughter, and the feeling of being completely understood, flaws and all.
"So, what does he do for a living besides flying hoes to Paris on private jets and shit?" Prudence shook her head and took a sip from her glass. "This man got a whole ass plane," she said again, earning another laugh from the group.
"Well, from what I've gathered—"
"She Googled," Lucy interrupted, deadpanning with a knowing look.
Bonnie flushed and rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she muttered, though she couldn't help laughing. "He owns a private equity firm. His father started the company, but Elijah built its current success. He also buys companies and 'flips' them for profit. Ironically, he began with hotels and is now involved in various industries." She relayed the information she had gathered over the years and from what he shared during their many conversations.
Her mind drifted to that early morning walk in Paris as she spoke: the way Elijah smiled while discussing his family… the way he attentively listened as she rambled on about hers.
Prudence noticed the way Bonnie's expression softened. "Look at those stars," she teased with a grin, nudging Bonnie's shoulder. Bonnie blushed, nudging her back.
"You mentioned a brother?" Greta asked, her interest piqued.
Bonnie snorted. "Yeah, but he's a total train wreck. Trust me, you wouldn't be interested."
"Crash-out dick is the best kind," Prudence chimed in thoughtfully. "Send him to Mama Pru. Greta can take the sister."
Bonnie burst out laughing. "The sister's engaged, and let me tell you, her fiancé is fine. The whole family could get it."
Lucy's eyes lit up."Then it's settled. Greta can take the sister while I distract the fiancé," Lucy said. "Prudence can run operations on the family Crash Out."
Bonnie shook her head, laughing. "I love you, you idiots."
"We love you too, Boo," Prudence cooed, reaching out to pat her on the knee.
"Well, I'm happy you're happy," Greta said, smiling softly. "Still, I need his last name to run him through SLED."
"This bitch," Prudence cackled, nearly choking on her wine.
"You'd think she gave birth to Bonnie," Lucy chimed in with a grin, elbowing Greta.
Greta smiled but didn't back down. "I'm serious. Can't be too careful."
Bonnie, feeling the weight of the moment, stood abruptly. "I'm going to put some fries in the air fryer," she said, trying to make her escape. But she barely made it two steps before Lucy's voice stopped her cold.
"Aht, aht! Park it."
Bonnie turned slowly, three expectant faces staring her down. Her heart raced. This was it.
"Now you've got me curious," Prudence added, eyes narrowed. "Who is this man?"
Bonnie hesitated, her pulse quickening as she considered whether to lie or tell the truth. She felt torn between wanting to keep Elijah to herself and needing to let her closest friends in.
With a deep breath, she bit her lip and blurted, "Elijah… Mikaelson."
The reaction was instantaneous.
Lucy's hands flew up. Greta's mouth dropped open. And Prudence let out a string of expletives, laughing so hard she almost spilled her wine.
"This whole time you were talking about Suit?!" Greta shrieked, her eyes wide.
Prudence cackled, "Biiitch! Not you out here on your Suit & Tie shit!"
Bonnie threw her hands up, laughing as she tried to calm them down. "My neighbors are going to file a complaint if y'all don't hush."
"Damn bitch, I'm actually proud of you right now," Lucy grinned, the approval in her tone making Bonnie blush.
Greta shook her head, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Everything suddenly makes sense now. You're totally into him."
Bonnie's cheeks flushed as she hid her face behind her wine glass. There was no denying it now. Whether or not she was ready to admit it, her friends knew the truth: she was falling hard for Elijah Mikaelson.
And maybe she was okay with that.
.xXx.
After a fun night, the four girls fell asleep on Bonnie's bed, tangled in each other's limbs. Bonnie stirred from her slumber, reaching for the vibrating phone beneath her, only to realize it was the one Elijah had given her. A smile instantly spread across her face, and the remnants of sleep quickly faded. She gently untangled herself from Prudence's limbs and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her friends. Once she reached the living room, she answered the call with a ridiculous, giddy smile that she tried to keep from her voice.
"Rise and shine, Princess."
She chuckled, feeling the residual effects of the night before. "I feel more like a troll," she confessed with a laugh, rubbing her eyes. "We stayed up drinking cheap wine coolers and talking shit."
"I can hear it in your voice," he teased softly. "I apologize for waking you."
"It's fine," she said, settling into the couch. "What are you up to? Miss me yet?"
"I always miss you." The simplicity of his answer made her stomach flip. "What are you ladies up to today?"
Bonnie smiled, the thought of her sisters anchoring her to reality. "I'm planning to make it up to Lucy. Her birthday was the weekend we were in Paris, and I… totally forgot." She said with a wince. "Matt's covering my shifts, so I have a few days off. He owes me."
At that, Elijah chuckled. "Great use of leverage," he complimented. Bonnie grinned proudly. "And how do you plan on making it up to her?" Though his tone was playful, there was a calculated edge to it.
"I haven't gotten that far yet," she revealed with a chuckle. He made a noise in the back of his throat, sending a jolt of yearning through her.
"What is her favorite city?" he asked suddenly.
"Miami, hands down. Each visit, she either leaves on probation or with a new boyfriend. Sometimes both," she laughed. Between Lucy and Prudence, she and Greta had their hands full.
There was a brief pause before Elijah's voice became more serious. "What if you took her to Miami?"
Bonnie blinked, caught off guard by the casual suggestion. "What do you mean?"
"I have a house in Biscayne. Take the jet—spend a few days there. Consider it my way of making amends for being the cause of your… oversight."
Her heart raced. "You're kidding!" Bonnie paused. "I thought you had the jet—"
Elijah cut her off before she could begin calculating the logistics of his offer. "Cute," he teased with a slight chuckle. "I took the smaller one to Charlotte." As if that made all the difference.
Her mind was officially blown. Prudence is going to lose her mind.
Bonnie hid her face behind a throw pillow, laughing and feeling overwhelmed. "This is insane. You hear how crazy this sounds, right?"
"Bonnie," his voice was soft yet firm. "It's only an offer. No pressure."
She bit her lip, her mind spiraling. The thought of flying to Miami on a private jet was absurd, yet at the same time... exciting. Her friends would be ecstatic.
"The fact that I'm even considering this," she muttered, sinking deeper into the cushions. "You've got to stop spoiling me."
"I thought we agreed to be reckless," he teased, his voice dipping into a register that made her stomach somersault.
Her cheeks flushed as her resolve weakened. "Let me talk to them and see what they say."
"I'll await your call, Princess."
Once the call ended, Bonnie sat there momentarily, her heart racing. She had no idea how she would present this to her friends. Lucy was carefree and would likely accept without much pushback, though she wasn't sure about their work schedules.
And Greta.
She might be the most difficult to convince.
Bonnie returned to her bedroom, noticing that Lucy and Prudence were still sprawled out and snoring softly. Greta, the early riser, was already showered and dressed, emerging from the bathroom like she had a full day planned.
"Morning," Bonnie greeted with a yawn.
"Morning," Greta replied, her tone teasing, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Was that Suit?"
Bonnie blushed, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, it was him. He usually calls around now to see me off to work," she said, trying to sound casual, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her.
Greta tied her hair back, and Bonnie instinctively grabbed a scrunchie from the dresser, handing it over without a second thought. Greta smirked as she accepted it. "Should we go out for breakfast or cook something here? Do you even have any groceries?"
Bonnie laughed. "Actually, yes! I do this time."
"Shocking," Greta quipped, raising an eyebrow. "The last time we visited, you were surviving on snack bars and desperation."
Bonnie smiled sheepishly. "Okay, okay. Elijah insisted on restocking things earlier this week."
Greta stopped mid-step, turning to face Bonnie. "Oh really?" Her eyebrows arched higher. "You're really into him, aren't you?"
Bonnie felt her cheeks heat up. "I am," she admitted softly. "He's… different. He's not what I expected."
Greta studied her for a moment, her expression softening. "But you're scared," she said, reading Bonnie like an open book.
Bonnie nodded, her voice lowering. "It's silly, isn't it? I mean, anyone else would jump at this opportunity, but I feel like I'm standing on the edge of something terrifying."
Greta casually walked over to the fridge and opened it, her voice filled with warmth. "Oh, honey. I don't want to say it too soon, but I think you might be falling for him."
Greta's natural inclination was to protect Bonnie from harm, but the light in her little sister's eyes compelled her to lower her guard. "You're just as cautious as I am, so if you trust him enough to fly your narrow ass across the world with him on a whim, then I guess he's alright," she said with a warm smile.
Bonnie bit her lip, suppressing a smile. Just hearing Greta say it out loud made her heart race, and a strange sense of relief settled over her. Greta had always been a tough nut to crack, so her becoming a lawyer didn't surprise them. Gaining Greta's approval meant the world to her.
Before she could respond, she heard the familiar thump of footsteps—Lucy and Prudence were awake.
"Oh great, Frick & Frack are up," Bonnie muttered, smirking as her two friends stumbled into the kitchen. "I need to run something by you guys."
"Who you callin' Frack, Punk?" Prudence shot back, half-awake, though she managed to hip-bump Lucy out of the way as they made their way over to Greta, snooping around for breakfast.
Focused, Greta stuck to the point. "What did you want to run by us?"
Bonnie took a deep breath, barely containing her grin. "So… Elijah offered one of his jets for us to fly to Miami for Lucy's birthday since he's partly why I abandoned her," Bonnie teased.
Lucy blinked once, twice, then practically shrieked. "I know you fuckin' lying!"
Bonnie winced at the volume but couldn't help the laugh bubbling up inside her. "Nope. One hundred percent serious."
Prudence, now fully awake, gasped dramatically while clutching her chest. "Girl! You better stop playing and pack my bag!"
.xXx.
Bonnie joyfully leaned back in her chair as the other women excitedly agreed to the impromptu trip. It had been ages since they had all been this spontaneous. Prudence called her job to secure time off, and Lucy, as expected, was carefree—already planning what videos she would post to her followers once they arrived. After some convincing, Greta shifted her appointments, and Bonnie made a mental note to thank Elijah later.
As they boarded the jet, excitement peaked when Prudence, her eyes wide with delight, shrieked, "I brought my speaker; we're about to get sturdy!" She immediately began rummaging through her bag for it.
Lucy shook her head while rubbing her bare feet on the mink carpet. "I'm still trying to figure out how you went to Paris and came back with your virtue intact because this jet would have turned me into a nasty bitch," she exclaimed, eyes roaming the plane's interior with approval. "This is mink!"
Bonnie laughed, feeling her face flush. She tried to brush off Lucy's comment, but the truth was, she wasn't entirely sure how she'd maintained her composure in Paris either.
"Hell, I might have folded too," Greta murmured as she placed her bag on a seat. "Which bed did you 'fall asleep' on?" she asked with exaggerated air quotes, earning a chorus of laughter from everyone.
"I did fall asleep!" Bonnie protested, though her grin betrayed her. "He even tucked me in."
Prudence gasped in mock outrage, grabbing Bonnie and dramatically dry-humping her leg. "Tuck you in? Is that code?"
"Girl put the damn music on!" Bonnie shoved her off, laughing. As the opening beats of their favorite artist filled the jet's luxurious cabin, the four women danced, twerked, and laughed through the first hour of the flight.
Later, as the excitement settled and they relaxed in the entertainment lounge, Prudence stretched out lazily and sighed, "Ugh, can we make this a regular thing? Private jet aside, we need to connect more often." Her voice conveyed a hint of longing, mirroring what they all felt but seldom had the time to acknowledge.
"I agree," Lucy chimed in from where she lounged across the arm of the couch. "I miss you guys. I've been thinking of moving back to the city."
Three heads snapped up in unison, eyes wide with surprise and excitement. Bonnie met Greta's gaze, catching a brief flicker of tenderness in her friend's eyes. The unspoken history between Greta and Lucy was always present, like an undercurrent waiting for the right moment to surface. Despite ending things amicably, Greta still carried a torch for Lucy. Bonnie only hoped that her cousin would one day notice it.
Greta maintained her composure, smiling as she sipped her wine. "You should go for it."
Prudence flipped her hair dramatically. "I agree. Mom here," she motioned to Greta, "never lets us have any fun."
"That's not true. We had fun the night I took you to Treasure Lounge," Greta pointed out.
Prudence burst into laughter, Greta's shirtless table dance flooding her memories. "Girl, let's not even get into that. Bonnie's virgin ears would bleed." She gently placed her hands over Bonnie's ears.
Bonnie giggled, nudging Prudence. "Seriously though, Lulu. Moving back would be great. No pressure or anything," she added with a sweet smile. "You know you're always welcome to crash at my place while you transition."
"Or Greta's," Prudence added slyly, earning Greta's exasperated but amused look.
"Of course, yeah, definitely," Greta stammered, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.
Lucy grinned, appreciating the offers. "I love how y'all automatically assume I'd be homeless." The four of them laughed.
"I mean, you usually are," Bonnie teased while trying to escape the headlock Lucy placed her in.
"Plus, it would be much easier for Suit to fly us out of one airport. Flying to Jamaica to pick you up each time would cut into our vacation time," Prudence said, flipping her nonexistent hair again. "What other cities does he have houses in?" Prudence asked, directing her attention to Bonnie.
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Because he's your man," Prudence was quick to respond.
Bonnie cackled, her face turning beet red. "You know," Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip, feeling a wave of uncertainty settling in her chest. "Even though we've been spending a lot of time together, we never actually placed a title on… this."
"Men rarely do," Lucy said with an exasperated roll of her eyes.
Prudence nodded knowingly, "Right, and when you ask, they hit you with—"
"You know how I feel about you," the two women finished in unison, making the whole group laugh.
The laughter faded, leaving Bonnie gazing at the screen as Kevin and Jane sang "Bennie and the Jets" lyrics in a scene from one of her favorite movies. She smiled wistfully but couldn't shake the flutter of nerves that lingered inside her.
"Honestly, do you even need a title with the life he's offering you?" Prudence asked, pouring more champagne into their glasses. "I say enjoy the ride, Sis. Worry about the details later."
Bonnie took a long sip, savoring the bubbles. Prudence's words made sense on the surface—Elijah was offering her experiences beyond her wildest dreams, pulling out all the stops to make her feel like the only woman in the world. However, the more she reflected on it, the more fear bubbled up inside her. She didn't want this to be just another fling—another fleeting moment she would look back on with wistful nostalgia.
"The thing is, I don't want it to be just a good time," she admitted quietly, her voice lowering to a whisper. "I don't want this all to become a distant memory in the future." Her thumb traced the rim of her glass as familiar doubts swirled in her mind. "But given my track record… that's precisely what it might become."
Lucy's hand on her knee brought her back to the present, her cousin's eyes full of understanding. Bonnie nodded, always grateful for how Lucy could ground her.
"Has he given you any reason to think this is just a fling?"
Bonnie glanced at Greta, whose calm eyes met hers. She shook her head. "The opposite, actually. He's made it clear this isn't just mild infatuation." A small smile curved her lips. "And I believe him. But… he's so reserved. It makes me wonder if he'll ever let his guard down completely." Elijah had opened up to her in small ways, but Bonnie craved more intimacy.
Prudence leaned in, tilting her head with a mischievous smirk. "Oh, girl, men like him? They're like Fort Knox. Getting them to drop their guard takes time, patience, and some sneaky tactics." The glimmer in her eyes let Bonnie know the tactics she meant were likely sexual.
Bonnie laughed, but her heart felt heavy. She longed for a deeper connection, one that transcended grand gestures. Yes, Elijah had been more open with her than she had expected, especially the night he cooked dinner, but it wasn't enough. She wanted to peel back the layers—to see the man beneath the tailored suits and polished charm.
Lucy's voice softened. "You like him for who he is, Bonnie. Not for what he can give you. And I think that could lead to something special." Bonnie relaxed as the butterflies in the pit of her belly settled. Lucy's wisdom meant the world to her—no one knew her heart better.
Greta nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I agree, and Prudie's right. Men like him don't let their guard down easily. It could be his way of testing the waters, seeing if you're someone he can trust."
Bonnie felt the love in the room settle around her like a warm blanket, softening the edges of her doubt. Lucy squeezed her knee, her eyes shining with affection. "I know you're scared, Boo. But who knows? This could be it. I don't see a man doing everything Elijah's done for you—" She gestured around the plane. "—without having some serious feelings. He hasn't even met me, and he's already done more than all the guys—and half the women—I've dated."
"Watch it," Greta teased.
Lucy grinned, reaching out to caress Greta's face gently. "Present company excluded," she corrected. Bonnie bit back her laughter as Greta nearly melted from Lucy's touch.
"My point is," Lucy continued, "from what you've told us, he seems genuinely interested in you. I believe your insecurities are doing most of the talking."
"I don't mean this in any way, but when was the last time you went to therapy?" Greta's tone was gentle, yet the question's weight hit home. Bonnie didn't respond immediately, and that silence was enough to confirm Greta's suspicions. "Lucy may be right, then. Perhaps there are still things you need to sort through."
Bonnie sighed, leaning back as a flood of memories washed over her. Like the women surrounding her, she'd experienced her fair share of heartbreak and tragedy.
Her mother had left when she was a toddler, starting a new family elsewhere. Her father signed over his rights not long after. While both her parents were alive and thriving, their abandonment haunted her, a shadow that would never fade.
Abandonment had been a constant theme in her life. At seventeen, her first heartbreak occurred when her high school sweetheart cheated on her—twice—with his ex-girlfriend. Though it wasn't the end of the world, it chipped away at her, making her wary of trusting. Her father's occasional appearances, laden with broken promises, only deepened the cracks in her self-esteem.
And then there was Enzo—her love, her lifeline during college. She believed he was the answer, the love she'd been waiting for. But even he had left her feeling empty, and when he died, Bonnie was uncertain about what she grieved more: the man he was or who she had hoped he could be.
Lucy's arm slid around her, pulling Bonnie from her thoughts. There was a comfortable silence before Bonnie spoke up. "I don't want to get hurt," she confessed, her voice small but honest. This was the only environment where she could be completely vulnerable.
Prudence chimed in, her voice soft yet confident. "That's everyone's fear, Boo. But you've faced worse and survived each time." She leaned in, kissing Bonnie's temple. "You'll always have us, and if things go sideways, I'll help you dissolve his body," she added during a warm embrace, her innocent smile sending a familiar chill down Bonnie's spine.
"I knew that was coming," Greta deadpanned, breaking the tension with a laugh. The group erupted into giggles, and for a moment, Bonnie felt nothing but gratitude for the amazing women in her life.
"Seriously, though," Lucy added, nudging her with a grin. "We need to meet the man who's got your head in the clouds." Greta and Prudence nodded in agreement. "I also need to thank him for this birthday trip because, girl, I understand why you're so taken with him."
Bonnie shook her head with a laugh. "He had me delirious in Paris."
"And y'all didn't fuck? Not even once?"
"Prudence!"
"I can't take another minute on this plane with her!" Lucy exclaimed dramatically, drawing another round of laughter.
On cue, the plane began its descent, and they all rushed to the windows, squealing as the Miami shoreline came into view. The vibrant colors of the coast stretched out beneath them, and Bonnie sighed happily. She could feel a flicker of hope, the kind she hadn't dared to let herself feel before. For once, she wasn't dreading what might come next. Instead, she was finally ready to embrace it.
.xXx.
As much as she fought him about cashing the check, Bonnie couldn't deny the joy she felt watching her sisters shop until they dropped—at her expense. There was a strange satisfaction in seeing them thrive and in being able to provide for them as they had always done for her. In that moment, as she watched them sift through racks of dresses and shoes, Bonnie began to understand Elijah more deeply. If this feeling of fulfillment—of caring for the people you love—was even a fraction of what Elijah felt, then perhaps she could understand why he went to such great lengths to spoil her.
"Are you sure about this, Bonnie? This dress cost eight hundred dollars," Greta asked, holding up the price tag with a worried glance.
They stood in the Versace store in the Miami Design District. While Lucy and Prudence had no qualms about Bonnie's new 'treat yourself' philosophy, Greta was slower to accept it.
"It's fine, Gigi," Bonnie reassured her. "Besides, if you knew how much money he gave me, you'd probably wonder what I did to earn it." She waggled her brows playfully.
Greta laughed but didn't look convinced. She opened her mouth to argue, but Bonnie cut her off, softening her tone. "You all have been taking care of me my entire life. Let me do this for you. Get the dress. And the shoes," she added with a wink. "And send pictures when you break it in."
She was reminding herself of someone she knew.
Greta finally relented with a grin, making her way to the fitting area where Lucy and Prudence were already knee-deep in outfits. Bonnie smiled at their antics, but the vibration in her pocket quickly pulled her focus. The phone Elijah had given her buzzed insistently, and she didn't need to check the screen to know who was calling.
"Hey, you," she answered, unable to stop the smile creeping into her voice. "Think of Mr. Mikaelson, and he doth appear," she teased, her heart fluttering as his rich voice filled her ears.
"You were thinking of me?" His voice was warm and teasing.
She twirled a strand of hair around her finger absentmindedly as she spoke, a smile pulling at her lips. "I'm always thinking of you, lately," she smirked, feeling her heart flutter at the confession.
"As am I," he replied smoothly, making her insides melt. "How are you ladies settling in?"
"Just fine. Since I rushed them out of the house this morning, we're shopping for clothes—my treat. We plan to go out later to officially celebrate Lucy's birthday."
"Let's hope Lucy leaves with a relationship this time," he joked, prompting a chuckle from Bonnie.
"If not, you'll probably get a call from me, crying for bail money." Bonnie teased, though there was a hint of truth behind her laughter. Lucy had a knack for getting into trouble—especially with Prudence around to enable her.
"I'd come to the rescue," he promised, and Bonnie knew he meant it. "Just be sure to keep my investment intact," he teased, making her grin.
"I don't appreciate you referring to me as a business acquisition, Sir," she sassed.
"Think of it as a merger," he shot back smoothly, his tone full of playful arrogance. Her face flushed, the heat rising to her cheeks at his choice of words.
"This merger feels like a hostile takeover," Bonnie quipped, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her chest.
"Not a takeover. More like a bear hug," Elijah countered with a low chuckle. Bonnie grinned, knowing Greta would appreciate the business term.
"I like hugs," she said softly, portraying her affection for him.
"I'll be sure to smother you with them when I see you," he replied, his voice sending shivers down her spine. She groaned, missing him more than she cared to admit.
"I wish you were here," Bonnie sighed, her longing escaping before she could stop it. "Even if you're sponsoring us, I won't be the girl who invites her man on a girls' trip."
As soon as the words slipped from her lips, her heart stopped. Fuck. She squeezed her eyes shut, her face flushing even deeper. She had just labeled him. The word "man" echoed in her mind like a bell, growing louder and louder until she wanted to crawl inside herself.
There was no taking it back now.
"Fuck," she whispered. Bonnie clutched the phone tightly, feeling as though she had opened a door she wasn't entirely sure she was ready to walk through. She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind racing as the silence on the other end stretched.
She could hear his breaths on the other end of the phone, taunting her without uttering a word. His voice was soft yet probing when he finally spoke: "Am I not your man, Bonnie?" Velvet-coated iron was the only way to describe it—smooth and inescapable.
She felt her heart speed away on wheels. "Huh," she squeaked. Was she hearing this correctly?
"Am I not your man?" he reiterated. The question lingered in the air between them.
Her breath hitched. The question hung between them, so simple, yet so charged. Am I not your man? She replayed the words in her head, the weight of it sinking deeper into her chest. What was she supposed to say? Her mind scrambled for a response, but every thought she had dissolved under the intensity of his silence.
"I—" She rubbed the back of her neck, trying to think of something—anything—to say that wouldn't make her sound like a nervous wreck. How do I even answer this?
Elijah chuckled softly as if sensing her panic. "We can shelve this conversation for later if you prefer," he offered, giving her an easy way out. "Go back to your friends. I've kept you long enough."
Relief flooded her chest, though it was mixed with something else she wasn't quite ready to face. "Thank you," she whispered, hanging up before she could dig herself into a deeper hole.
Her face flushed hot as she stared at the phone in her hand, the screen fading to black while her flustered expression reflected back at her. She shoved the phone into her pocket to avoid embarrassment, but it was too late. With no time to gather her thoughts, she sensed movement behind her. Turning around, she found all three sisters standing there, grinning like hyenas.
"How long have you been standing there?" Regrettably, she could guess the answer.
"Long enough," Lucy sang, her grin widening. Greta raised an eyebrow, her knowing gaze making Bonnie squirm.
Prudence, of course, was the first to speak. "You're a real Jessica Rabbit, Bonnie. I—I…" she teased, playfully mocking Bonnie's awkward attempt to recover from her blunder. "Girl, didn't you say you wanted more? Jump on it!"
Bonnie groaned and playfully swatted at her, attempting to maintain a bit of dignity. "Bring that up again, and I might actually cut you," she warned. "Let's settle the bill before I change my mind."
As she turned toward the register, their laughter followed her. She couldn't help but smile, grateful for their teasing—it kept her grounded and prevented her from floating away on the overwhelming emotions building between her and Elijah.
Her pocket buzzed. She knew it was him, but she refused to check what he had to say. What she did know was that there was no way in hell he'd let her live this down, and despite the embarrassment, Bonnie felt at peace. She had no idea what lay ahead with Elijah, but in that moment, surrounded by her sisters and buoyed by their love, she felt more confident about her next steps.
.xXx.
Bonnie's eyes fluttered open moments before her phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she let it ring before answering on the third ring. She didn't have to check to know who it was, and despite the night she had, she felt alert and ready to take his call.
"Good morning, Mr. Mikaelson," she said, her voice heavy with the last remnants of sleep.
There was a pause, but not from hesitation—something heavier. Indulgence.
"I will never grow tired of hearing you say my name," he said, his velvety-smooth voice flowed through the line.
Bonnie's smile widened as warmth curled below her waist.
"It sounds like you had a wonderful night," he noted.
She grinned and nodded, then remembered he couldn't see her. "Yes," she said with a yawn. "We made it through the night without any pending charges."
Elijah chuckled. "A feat worth celebartion. Congratulations on her new relationship."
Bonnie laughed aloud. "You're a quick study."
"Indeed, I am," he said with a promising tone that ignited Bonnie's body with possibilities. She exhaled, twirling her fingers in her hair. It was far too early to spiral.
"Don't start," she warned. She could almost hear his lips stretch into a grin.
"Then allow me to redirect; I have a surprise for you."
Bonnie sat up, fully alert now. "A surprise?"
"It's in the guest house," he said smoothly. "Call me once you receive it."
The call disconnected, and Bonnie scoffed. "He has one more time…" she muttered, throwing back the covers and sliding out of bed.
As she stepped outside, the warmth of the Miami sun, slowly ascending into the Miami skyline, enveloped her. The pool water glistened under the morning light, and the gentle breeze sent soft ripples across the surface.
But Bonnie wasn't paying attention to the view.
She had a gut feeling about what—or who—she'd find.
She nearly sprinted to the guest house, throwing open the door and stepping inside.
The main room was empty.
Her heart skittered as she ventured further inside, past the living room into the kitchen, where she found a bottle of Gatorade and a sign that read, 'Drink up!'
The ink was fresh, yet there were no signs of Mr. Mikaelson anywhere.
She huffed and removed the cap, welcoming the much-needed hydration. She frowned while trying to stifle her disappointment. For a moment, she believed he was inside waiting for her. Instead, she received a hangover kit.
She rolled her eyes. "Some surprise, Elijah," she murmured, as her shoulders slumped.
"Don't look so disappointed." Startled, Bonnie spun around with supernatural speed, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of him. He leaned against the doorframe with a knowing smirk, as if he had been watching her all along, amusement coloring his features.
"Shit!" Her heart raced wildly in her chest, filled with lingering fear and excitement. "I knew it!"
She closed the distance between them in a spontaneous leap, jumping into his arms without hesitation. Elijah caught her effortlessly, his scent enveloping her—crisp linen, aged leather, cypress, and smoky oud. "What are you doing here?" Her laughter was infectious, and it made him smile.
"As if anything would keep me away after you boldly staked your claim." Her cheeks warmed as she remembered stammering like an idiot after claiming Elijah as hers. Her heart picked up speed once again.
"Oh yeah," she said as she attempted to wiggle out of his grasp. "Be right back; I have a grave to dig," she teased. Elijah held her in place, tightening his grip on her thighs—anchoring her to him.
"I let you run before," he leaned in and kissed her lips tenderly before continuing, "but not this time." He kissed her several times in rapid succession. "Now, allow me to stake my claim."
Bonnie yelped when he flipped her onto his shoulder, carrying her toward an empty bedroom. Once inside, he righted her onto her feet. His usual resolve had taken a hiatus, and Bonnie's heart leapt with excitement and anticipation. Still, she felt nervous about how fast things were spiraling out of her control.
"Wait, Elijah." She squealed again when he backed her into the plush mattress and lifted her onto it. His mouth was on hers instantly, and she sighed into his kiss.
"Yes," he finally answered. She became distracted, watching him remove his cufflinks before rolling the sleeves of his perfectly ironed shirt to his elbows. His fingers hooked around his dimpled necktie and unraveled with a quick tug. He climbed onto the bed, pressing his weight onto her.
And suddenly, she forgot what she wanted to say. "Never mind," she quivered.
"Do you trust me?"
The question suddenly made her shy, but she nodded her answer jerkily. She did trust him and knew that the moment she decided it was too much, he'd oblige her. Still, nervousness and apprehension began to flood her.
When he made no further moves, she exhaled and repeated her answer verbally: "I do."
"Then, relax and allow me to take care of you."
She instantly became putty in his hands as she sank into the plush bedding and opened her legs to accommodate him. Somehow, in the whirlwind of excitement, she lost her slippers. She became aware of that when Elijah took both feet into the palm of his hands, slowly spreading her legs apart. Her cheeks flushed as she was now exposed before him.
He stared at the beautiful flower as its petals opened for him like a silent invitation. "Is this your usual bedtime attire?"
Bonnie glanced down at her coordinating nightgown and robe, recalling that she had again forgotten to remove her bonnet, which also matched. "Yes," she replied. Elijah closed his eyes, remembering the night she had answered the door in a similar outfit. His thoughts that night about what lay beneath were now confirmed. When he opened his eyes, the hunger Bonnie usually saw in them was unbridled.
"It becomes you," he said, kissing her ankle. His lips traveled the length of her calves as he kissed up to her knee before he alternated to the other leg to do the same. As he trailed closer to the apex of her thighs, Bonnie shifted beneath him, feeling the warmth of his breath caressing her most sensitive areas.
With anticipation mounting, her breathing became more erratic. She moaned and panted beneath him, even though there was no physical contact. Her stomach tightened as he placed a gentle kiss below her navel, and she watched as his head disappeared beneath the satin fabric of her nightgown. Bonnie tensed slightly, prompting Elijah to pat her belly gently.
"It's much more enjoyable if you relax." Before Bonnie could respond, his mouth was on her clit. She gasped sharply, pushing her mound further into his face. He latched on immediately, sucking on her clit with enough suction to turn her brain into mush.
She wasn't sure how exactly, but within seconds, she was close to coming. Completely delirious, she began to sputter the most incoherent babble ever to leave her lips. Her hands found his head; feebly, she tried to push him away to spare her the intensity he wrought.
"Fuck," she spewed as he pulled away from her grasps.
Elijah gazed at her from between her thighs. "Am I hurting you?" As he asked the question, his thumb pressed against her clit, causing her to moan out loud.
"No," she breathed.
"Then keep still," he commanded before gripping her thighs and delving back inside with a stiff tongue, penetrating her core. Bonnie spread her legs, too distracted to retaliate with something witty. She whimpered as his tongue slid in and out of her with deliberate strokes that sent her into delirium.
His thumb massaged her clit slowly with alternating pressure. His tongue slipped from her opening and began tracing along her labia before his lips were back on her clit, sucking on it with more fervency. The noises that came from her were incoherent at best, and just when she thought it couldn't get any better, his free hand traveled up her thigh and beneath her nightgown until they found her chest.
Bonnie arched her back the moment he palmed her breast, moaning loudly when his fingers clamped gently around her sensitive nipple. The added sensation nearly made her drool as she spread her legs further apart, pushing her sopping cunt further into his face as if she couldn't get enough.
The sensation was almost too much. His hands on her nipple, his other massaging her thigh as he held it up and out of the way, and his mouth, all worked in tandem to bring her to the edge faster than any of her toys could.
He released her thigh, pausing to take a breath after what felt like hours. Her head spun as her body tingled from his touch. And when she thought it might be over soon, that he would bring her to the edge and be done with her, she felt his finger penetrating her.
"God, Elijah!" She bit down on her lips and lifted her hips higher. She craved more, and he sensed it, prompting him to add a second. She salivated at the fullness, and the sounds of her wetness made her dizzy. The way his slick fingers sloshed in and out of her made her grip tighten, which only amplified the sounds. The sluicing increased in volume, and Bonnie trembled at the full-body experience she was having.
He was hovering over her again, his face now wet with remnants of her. He reached up to pat her belly, gently applying pressure to the lower part of her abdomen. She watched the veins in his arms pulse as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her. "I thought I told you to relax," he muttered, massaging her stomach. He leaned in and placed a kiss on the exposed skin, chuckling when she clamped down around him. He pressed against her belly and smiled in delight when he felt her relax around his fingers.
Then he curled them both against her g-spot, smirking knowingly when her legs began to shake. "There it is," he coached, positioning himself between her outstretched legs. He started sucking on her clit, lapping her up as her orgasm began to flow. Each time she tensed, he pressed against her stomach, forcing her to relax. Her moans increased in volume until she was shrieking.
"Good girl," he murmured against her clit. He groaned against her, sending vibrations throughout her body. "Give me another."
She whimpered, shaking her head as she struggled to speak through her breaths. "I can't," she cried, gripping the sheets for dear life as her body began another ascent.
She could almost feel him frown against her lower lips. His fingers curled inside her, pressing that devastating spot again, and her hips bucked as her legs shook. "Yes, you can," he encouraged with a satisfied grunt. "Look at you." Her body obeyed him before her mind could protest, another wave crashing over her. "That's it," he groaned, gripping her ass and pulling her closer. "Good fucking girl."
A cord snapped, and the intensity of the orgasm hit her with a force she wasn't expecting. She crumbled beneath him as she began to—what she could only describe as—gush. Her body convulsed, moving on its own accord as it struggled against the shockwaves. Her toes curled until her arches ached, and her neck stiffened with how hard she clenched her teeth.
Elijah removed his fingers and drank his fill of her as he—literally—slurped her up. His wet hands gripped both of her cheeks firmly as he pulled her closer to his face. He groaned against her clit as he drank from her, causing Bonnie to release into his mouth more intensely. His hands traveled to her thighs, leaving a trail of her nectar behind, and pushed her them back until her knees were against her chest.
"More," he grunted against her thigh before placing a gentle kiss there. It was the only precursor she received before his lips found her clit and he began to suckle on it. Bonnie choked out a sob as round two of the orgasm she was still reeling from started overwhelming her. As she gasped for air, she struggled to break free from his grasp, without success. The intensity caused tears to spring to her eyes, and to her dismay, Bonnie began to cry tears of joy.
Only then did he release her, her legs now limp noodles as her body thrummed with the energy of the entire universe. As she blinked away lingering tears, she felt Elijah pull her gown down over her hips. When he came into view, he kissed her lips with a moist mouth, and Bonnie moaned at the taste of her on his lips. The kiss was nothing she would ever be proud of, but she didn't care; she was ready to taste every part of him.
Unfortunately for her, Elijah had other plans.
Elijah pulled away painfully, regretting the decision to be noble. Bonnie tried to ignore her tingling nipples and steadily dripping vagina to focus on what he was saying to her, though she couldn't hear over the second heartbeat drumming between her thighs.
"I asked if you were satisfied," Elijah repeated. Bonnie shook her head vehemently, and Elijah chuckled. "Then I must make it up to you later." He pressed a kiss to her forehead before pulling back.
"You'd better," she demanded, pulling him back by his collar. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him again, sighing happily when he obliged. She gently raked her fingers against his scalp, earning a groan.
"I intended to take my time, but seeing you pushed me over the edge. I will ensure that next time is better."
Bonnie gulped. What could be better than that?
"God help me," she murmured, earning a chuckle.
After gathering the strength to move, Bonnie struggled out of bed, grateful for Elijah's assistance. "Allow me," he offered, lifting her off her feet. Her smile widened as he whisked her away. After guiding him to her room, Elijah snugly tucked her in, placing her forgotten slippers by her bedside.
"Thanks for the Gatorade and the head," Bonnie smirked.
"You're welcome, though; the Gatorade was for my benefit. I needed you hydrated for what I had planned."
"Well, it worked."
"As I knew it would." He kissed her forehead, pretending to ignore the look she gave him. "There's still time for a nap before the others wake."
"You're not staying?" Bonnie couldn't hide the disappointment in her tone.
"I won't be the guy who ruins the girls' trip," he teased.
Bonnie rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Alright, I guess you can meet them another time."
"Of course," he replied. "Sleep tight, Princess."
And with that, he was gone.