What were there odds of a little Virginia girl conducting in coitus inside the bathroom stall of a three star Michelin restaurant? It probably wasn't very sanitary but the idea was as sexy as a ménage a trois with Michael Fassbinder and Leo DiCaprio. Maybe she could substitute Leo for Ryan Gosling but she was sure that it would affect Michael's Rhythm somehow and she wouldn't want to upset Michael.

Bonnie sighed as she stared at her reflection in the mirror because she was sure she would never look at salmon the same way again. Kol had turned salmon into the most erotic thing she had ever consumed and now she was here waiting for him inside Daniel's restroom. She scowled at her reflection; her chin thrust out then broke into a goofy grin.

Bathroom Encounters.

Christ, she couldn't do this.

For one thing, she was pretty sure that there was a TV show somewhere called Bathroom Encounters. Naturally most of its guests would include a fair amount of truck drivers and diner waitresses. If she had sex with Kol Mikaelson in the bathroom she wouldn't be any better than a diner waitress in Arizona, not that there was anything wrong with diner waitresses…in Arizona. Chuckling to herself, she opened the faucet and washed her hands with their apricot lotion before running her damp hands through her hair to ruffle the curls. She flicked her purse open and pulled out a tube of lip-gloss. Dabbing to her lips with her pinkie, she pursed her lips together and winked at the gilt mirror.

As she marched out of the bathroom to head back to the dining area, she barrelled into some hard and solid. The first thing she smelled was briny sea water and freshly cut grapefruits left out in the sun. When she looked up, her eyes collided with Kol's.

"You smell like summer at the Vineyard" she prattled, her palms rested firmly on his chest and his muscles contracted beneath them. "I bet you own property on the Vineyard" she said, breathy as her hands slid down the front of his skinny sweater. She could feel every movement he made, the shift of his pectoral muscles, the heat radiating from his flesh.

"Going somewhere?" his raspy voice broke her spell prompting her eyes to widen up ta him.

"Yes…listen, I'm not this girl…I'm-"her words died in an abrupt gasp in his mouth. It took her a while to realize that Kol was kissing her but when he fisted her hair, driving her toward the stall, she sprang up and clutched on to him for dear life. His mouth was warm, soft, so damn soft as his hands kneaded her ass. The adrenalin was making her entire body tingle, legs coiled around him as she pushed her hips against his merciless groin. The realization that he, Kol Mikaelson was finally kissing her made her head swim. He was actually kissing her and it turned out he was bloody good at it too. When they broke free from the kiss, they were shivering, eyes dragging from each other's eyes to linger on each other's lips. His were parted, a groan making his Adam's apple bob against the palm of her hand. She hadn't even grasped that her fingers were wound around his throat.

"You don't happen to have a Do Not Disturb sign in your pants do you?" she hissed against his mouth, her fingers moving to the coils of his dirty-blonde hair.

"Would you like to check?"

"Kol, I'm serious…someone could walk in"

"And that vexes you, sweetheart?" He was amused but the ferocity of his kiss was only fuelled by her morality. When he slid his mouth across her cheek to her neck, she groaned and raised her hips against him. She felt his hands slide down to her hips to anchor them against the stall.

"It should excite you" he breathed, teeth nipping the lobe of her ear. Arching her neck, she gave his heated mouth better access as her nails dragged down the nape of his nape. He shuddered against her, a breath that pulsated against the shell of her ear making her suck in a breath. Sinking her fingers into his hair, she held him right there, his eager mouth sucking and locking on a vein on the side of her neck.

"Uhmm…hmm…people…they…uhmm…"her protests were weak, her hands moving to his chest to give him a gentle nudge.

"I don't give a toss about people" he hummed in her ear, his erection pressing against her pubic bone.

"Oh Ch…Christ, "she gasped, a tingle fluttering about in the spot where she felt his erection.

"I want you here, right now" he rasped again before heaving her up tighter and firmer against him. She caught off guard by the power and strength in his arms and before she knew it, he had set her feet back on the floor, swerved her around and pinned her cheek against the stall. He was behind her now, his left hand skimming her hips while the right curled around her throat.

"I know my limits" she argued, "no public sex"

Without saying a word, he trailed his hand down her quivering thighs to skim along the hem of her dress. Slowly he lifted it up as if he was testing the waters, gaging the gravity of her statement. Her eyes closed when his fingers danced to the inside of her thigh, a sliver of an inch away from her soaked knickers.

"You're a lay person aren't you, I say one thing and it goes flying out the other ear" she moaned breathlessly and arched her neck back toward his face. "You should come with a fucking disclaimer"

"And you should come with instructions" he growled, pulling the dress up to her waist. When he slid is hand inside her panties, her neck lolled back, and her eyelids fluttering like a possessed woman. His strokes were gentle but firm, a shudder of pleasure before his fingers slipped inside her again.

"Instructions, sweetheart…something like, " he didn't stop plunging in and out, in and out, in and out as she rocked against his hand, "like…add a smattering of salt and pepper, oil you up really well before kneading and then pound and pound and pound…"

"Sh...Sh...Shit!" with a shudder, her hand clutching his hand around her throat, she rocked her hips harder against his left hand until a wave of bliss shattered through her. Pursing her lips, Bonnie breathed through her mouth as she tried to bring her heart rate down. Her vision was still blurry, a phantom tingle between her thighs but she could see him move to the wash basins lining the front of the restroom. He opened a faucet and washed his hands with some minty hand wash then he dried them on Egyptian cotton towels. Her chest tightened as he squeezed lotion on his hands, all the while his face wearing the look of someone who'd just scored.

"Are you ever gonna get as good as you give?" she slouched against the stall, her breath coming in ragged inhales. She watched his lips curl at the sides from the mirror, the arch of his eyebrow and the poised almost nonchalant demeanour of his was back.

"What do you mean, darling?" he turned to lean against the basin, arms crossed against his chest. Bonnie mimicked her body language and folded her own arms and with that he pushed back and sauntered toward her.

"Are you ever gonna let me finger fuck you back?" she hissed, her eyes shooting daggers into him.

"All in good time" he tipped her chin up with his thumb and forefinger, "I'll see you at the table"

"No you won't" her chest tightened as she glared at him. This dirty martini guzzling, fake Chanel toting cosmopolitan woman role she was playing was taking its toll on her. She shouldn't agreed to the stupid lunch with him. She never did repeats, a one night stand was a one night stand but curiosity had gotten the better of her and now she was paying the price.

"You leaving so soon" he cocked an eyebrow, his thumb trailing her bottom lip.

"It's been a blast but I have people to see, people to screw" she sounded hoarse, she hated that she sounded hoarse because it gave her voice too much emotion. She didn't want to sound like she cared, let alone look like she cared.

"Good afternoon then" he breathed before turning on his heel. He was actually walking away, she thought. Clenching her eyes shut, she took in a sharp inhale before she grinned and called to his back, "Give my regards to the table" then as he swung the restroom door open she added with a coquettish laugh,

"By the way, you owe me a scarf!"

..

"So who's this guy you've been saying?" Matt Donavon, recently back from a San Francisco vacation with his boyfriend asked as they rummaged through the sale bins at Saks.

"What guy?"

"I've known you since Kindergarten remember, there's no lie I cannot detect"

"There's nothing to tell, "She confessed, "it's done it's finished" Bonnie shrugged plucking out a pair of black leather pants from the wicker bin.

"Can I at least get a quick recap?"

"Hmm" she held the pants against her hips to which he shook his head vehemently, "it was two dates, it meant nothing."

"Can we talk about you and San Francisco?"

"It's got good coffee?" he grinned, giving off that all American glint in his eye.

"Spill" Bonnie commanded, slapping his chest with her hand.

"Why, I know you don't like him" he drawled, modulated his voice into the perfect Charleston accent.

"Well, for one thing he's married" she stated as she used her hand to count the said boyfriend's faults.

"Technicality" Matt swiftly brushed it off as they weaved through the clothing aisles.

"He's a cheater and you're the other man" she noted, using another finger.

"Morality" Matt said, glancing at her over his shoulder.

"You're being slutty" Bonnie held up the middle finger and winked.

"Hello kettle, my name is pot" he chuckled then picked up a tee-shirt from an island in the middle of the store. "Look, I'm twenty six living in the crappiest, most wonderful city in the world. I deserve a little fairy-tale

"And he's your fairy-tale?" she raised her eyebrows and snatched the tee-shirt away from him only to hold it up against her chest.

"He's a congressman that will take me all the way to Washington DC" Matt argued, snatching the shirt back from her.

"You'd leave New York?"

"Oh, honey, "he touched her chin with the back of his hand, "What has New York ever done for me?"

Bonnie swallowed and watched as he strolled of to the accessories department. She closed her eyes wondering what the city would be like without her friend Matt, sure she had Caroline and on occasion Katherine but Matt was her glue, Matt was her Virginia.

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A/N: Rather short I know darlings, next chapter will be longer. I pinkie swear lol.