A/N: Thank you for all the reviews my lovelies!

Bonnie sniffed the air as the town car pulled up outside a restaurant in Chinatown. The smell of raw fish permeated the air and coconut stir fries from Thai food trucks lining the area filled her nostrils. Her eyes wandered from the rush of yellow taxis, past the red lanterns to the pulsating lights of the neighborhood.

Kol ushered her into a secret tunnel lined with bamboo and Buddha statues, his hand warm against her lower back. They walked past walled tanks with live jellyfish, servers carrying live octopuses to be served sentient. Kol called it Sannakaji, a delicacy in Korea. Bonnie figured it either took great stupidity or great courage to eat a live, wriggling octopus with the hopes that it wouldn't strangle you. The restaurant looked like an opium den with its red chandeliers and burgundy silk drapes. As she slid into a corner booth behind heavy drapes with Kol, she felt like she had time travelled to a distant era. After ordering sake for them, he left the table and disappeared for a few minutes, only to resurface again with a glass bong.

"What are you doing?" her eyes widened as water gurgled inside his pipe.

"I'm smoking pot" he shrugged, holding a lighter to the grains in the bowl and taking a long pull. She observed as the cylinder filled with milky-white smoke while he inhaled.

"You're not worried about-"she gestured with her thumb, scanning the crowd.

"People are more liberated in here" he placed his palm over the mouthpiece, head titled back, "You do your business, you pay and you depart" he grinned, a lazy smile than left her feeling butterflies.

"No muss no fuss" she casually cleared her throat as he handed the bong over to her.

"Go on, I promise it's not lazy pot and no bad trips either" he chuckled and motioned to the pipe. He beckoned one of the servers while Bonnie put her mouth over the hollow of the cylinder. Kol ordered an early breakfast because at two in the morning, it was too late to be considered dinner and she took her first hit since college. Her head swam after the first pull and the high from the cocktails at the club came back tenfold. She viewed from a smoky haze as the server brought piping hot dim-sum to their table and two additional bottles of sake.

"Did you enjoy her?" Kol's eyes glittered when he swung a gaze at her. A flush mounted her cheeks and she purposely played with her crab dumplings, picking one up and dunking it in soy sauce.

"Yes" she replied hoarsely, the dumpling glistening under lusciously red light.

"Why?" Kol's eyes stayed on her, unwavering and intrigued.

"Call it sexual liberation" she told him then slipped a soy drenched morsel into her mouth. Kol inched closer, his eyes hooded under the slanting light and her pulse hastened.

"Did she make you wet?" His voice was thick with lust, its tremble slicing right into her groin and when she lifted her eyes, they drove into his.

"No. Knowing you were watching made me wet" her eyes dragged down to his lips, "Did you enjoy watching us?" she asked as she tried to steady her shaky voice.

"I enjoyed watching you" he smiled then touched his lips to the rim of his shot glass. She felt utterly naked under his gaze but her body hummed to the heat in his eyes. Her pulse hastened as her body lusted for him to command her beyond pleasure and pain. When Kol finally broke his gaze, she hissed an exhale. Lowering her eyes to her glass once more, she took a slow sip. The sake smelled like flowers, its sweetness exploding in her mouth "What do you do?" she asked him.

"Why?" he asked, snapping his chopsticks apart, "Does what I do define who I am?"

"No" she quickly protested.

"Then why do you ask?"

"I'm just trying to make conversation. Talking about the color of my panties everytime we get together is getting old"

"I don't do anything" he grinned and took another lazy pull from the pipe, "My family owns a bunch of…stuff…but you already knew that"

"Publications" she said.

"So I've been told. I'm usually too busy fucking and travelling" his smile widened, baiting her.

"And you're not involved in the family business?"

"I have baggage" he rasped and she could see that he wanted to quickly abandon the topic.

"Good for you, would you like a tee-shirt?" Bonnie vaulted an eyebrow at him. She was getting rather tired of Kol Mikaelson the whiner. Yes, it was another side to Kol the billionaire playboy but there had to be more to him than this two dimensional person.

"I like you. You're funny and flawed." He told her after swallowing a piece of prawn dumpling.

"I'm a disaster" Bonnie shook her head, yanked the bong out of his hands and coughed a truckload after a hard pull.

"Sometimes I want to forget myself" she confessed as she rested her head against her seat.

"New York is no place to reinvent yourself. You can always go to Rio or Paris to find yourself, I would suggest Rio" he laughed and drained the last of their sake, "Better yet, Bangkok"

"Bangkok?" Bonnie's eyes sparked and she lifted her head to look at him.

"It's amazing; it's a simmering orgy of everything extraordinary" he explained, "I might take you there one day" he promised and she genuinely believed him.

-oOo-

The next day, she had a hangover from the deep depths of hell. Bonnie arched her back and rubbed the back of her neck. She placed two fingers on her temples, massaged the throbbing nerves and indented the skin in the process. She promised she would never touch liquor again if only her headache would go away. No one listened and the throbbing continued. All she wanted was to get home, get back into bed and to drag the covers over her head. Of course that was impossible because Hayley Marshal detested sick days like she detested fake Chanel totes.

"You're on page six!" Katherine barged into her cubicle and plonked herself down on her desk.

"What?" Bonnie shook her head, still attempting to shake the pain off.

"Heir to the Mikaelson media dynasty, Kol Mikaelson spotted in SoHo with socialite Sophia Deveraux and a mystery woman" Katherine read off her tablet then shot Bonnie a suspicious look.

"There's nothing to explain, it wasn't me"

"Funny because she has your hair, your legs, that dress you bought at Saks last Christmas and oh yes, your face!" she pushed the tablet towards Bonnie whose eyes grew into saucers when she saw the pictures. Sure enough, she was there with Kol's arm draped around her shoulder in one picture while the next picture showed her lip lock with Sophie. The pictures were dim but anyone who knew her would know that the mystery woman was none other than Bonnie Bennett.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Katherine frowned, looking hurt and confused.

"Tell you what?"

"That you're involved in some polygamous relationship with Kol Mikaelson and Sophie Deveraux"

"And you're actually saying this with a straight face?" Her thumbs flew to knead her temples again. The least Katherine could have done was to serve her a fresh cup of coffee instead of an interrogation.

"We used to be friends. You used to tell me things" the brunette wailed, pouting her mouth at Bonnie.

"Listen, there's nothing to tell. Kol is an assignment"

"An assignment?"

"We met on this online sex thing for literary purposes"

"I had no idea you were a method writer" she smirked, drumming her red nails on the screen of the tablet.

"It's a new thing I'm trying out"

"Kol Mikaelson is a catch"

"And I'm fishing for sport, so is he by the way"

"A rich prick is far better than a poor one"

"Can I put that on a mug or something?"

"You should date him"

"I should do my taxes too but here I am talking to you" Bonnie shut her eyes as another wave of nausea hit her. Finally getting the hint, Katherine made her way toward the exit then flung one last look at a blanched Bonnie.

"You should bring him to the saints and sinners party" Katherine told her with a big, glowing smile.

"Don't push it"

-oOo-

Wednesday afternoon, she found herself inside an Upper East Side apartment with ten-foot ceilings and too much sunlight. It was a work thing and she had purposely dragged her three best friends along with her. Katherine could book the afternoon off as a work thing since she wrote the entertainment column at the paper, Caroline wrote a fashion blog and received good money from advertisers and Matt called in a late lunch with a client.

A server carrying a tray of chocolate dipped strawberry's brushed past Bonnie and she swiped a piece from the tray.

"This is the rampant rabbit" the facilitator of the event addressed the group of women who stood in clumps facing the front of the room. Bonnie blinked at the pink vibrator on display and her stomach fluttered when she thought about Kol's member. She wondered what it looked like, how it curved, what it would feel like in her mouth and what it tasted like. Feeling a warm flush sparking her cheeks, she dropped her head and shielded her eyes from the gleaming yellow sunlight spilling into the room.

"Oh look it comes with a USB charger" Caroline cried beside her, her eyes lighting up.

"I hear you kissed a girl and you liked it" Matt's voice rang in her ear and Bonnie groaned.

"You gotta have better material than that. I thought you gays were supposed to be witty" she scoffed, taking a large sip of champagne from her crystal flute.

"I'm more interested in your tryst with that insanely hot English hunk than the lipstick-dyke" he drawled, twirling the stem of his glass between his fingers, "I trust a good time was had by all?"

"Stop fishing" she warned, clenching her teeth.

"Spoil sport" he hissed and rolled his blue eyes.

"The superior silicone coating makes it super quiet and the rabbit ears are great for button stimulation" the facilitator continued and the group sustained their bad listening skills as phones went off over hushed conversation and stifled giggles.

"Button stimulation?" Caroline whispered against Bonnie's ear.

"She means clit stimulation" Katherine replied for Bonnie.

"The Lelo Mona Wave is perfect for G spot stimulation" the speaker's voice boomed, obviously attempting to drown out the rising noise from the group, "this is a womanizer, great for clit suction and its remote controlled through smartphones and even computers"

"See, now you don't have to trample down to Brooklyn every night. Tyler can stimulate you with just the touch of a button on his smartphone." Bonnie nudged Caroline with her elbow.

"I enjoy my midnight trysts in Brooklyn and no machine can ever replace the warmth of a man" the blonde simply said even though her eyes were studying the vibrators with keen interest.

"Spoken like a true novice" Bonnie retorted.

"Has she told you that she's bumping uglies with the boss?" Katherine smiled with mischief and Caroline jerked her head up, her eyes sparking between Katherine and Bonnie.

"You're using sex euphuisms while you're holding a big raging dildo?" Matt smirked, rolling his eyes skyward.

"Hey, as long as she's calling our clits Benjamin's buttons" Katherine snorted and the friends broke into stifled giggles much to the facilitator's annoyance.

-oOo-

That evening she decided to make use of the champagne buzz and called Kol.

"So I'm finally exercising my right to call you" she smiled, flicking the top corner of his business card. Splayed on her bed, she could hear the TV behind her bedroom door. Caroline was parked on the couch consuming copious amounts of pepperoni pizza.

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" his voice was low and husky, sending a shiver down her spine but she refused to play this game tonight.

"This is not that kind of phone call" she purred, her eyes flicking to her cotton panties dotted with little hearts, "I see I made page six" she said.

"Wildly exciting isn't it?" his voice felt like fingers gliding down her quivering abdomen.

"Wildly intrusive" she corrected and then quickly asked, "What are you doing?"

"Reading your column"

"You are?" she jerked up, propping herself up by her elbow.

"Yeah, I think it's… interesting" he said casually even though her heart was galloping inside her chest, "What are you writing about this week?"

"I don't know, sex toys, sex and New York sidewalks?" she smiled, her mind reeling. Kol Mikaelson was reading her column; Kol Mikaelson was interested in something she wrote.

"Maybe I could be your muse?" he chuckled and she plopped her head back on the pillow and sighed.

"There's…uhm… a thing this Thursday" she cleared her throat and waited for him to respond.

"A thing?"

"A sinners and saints party at this club. I thought if you're not busy…"

"I might swing by" he said casually but her heart pushed against her chest at this notion.

"Great" she replied, not bothering to hide her smile.

-oOo-

That Thursday, she stood in the middle of Kol's bedroom, her hands clasped in front of her. A soft glow of sunlight pooled into the room and toyed with his unruly hair. Her heart did a little cartwheel again when their eyes met.

"Do you fancy it?" he gestured to the black tuxedo on display. He picked up a bow-tie and signaled her to come closer to him.

"Ok, I'm intrigued" she said, obeying his command. Moving around her, he dragged the straps over dress down her arms, all the while watching her face in the mirror. Bonnie gasped as his fingers brushed against her skin. He exposed her breasts, moaning against her ear. Pushing her hair over one shoulder with one hand, he quested down her body with the other.

"You have marvelous tits" his lips stroked down the nape of her quivering neck as he pulled her dress up her legs. She inhaled, twisting her head to the side so that her eyes could look into his and not at her inadequacy in the mirror any longer. Sliding his fingers to her throat, he turned her neck to the mirror again and forced her to really look at herself.

"You're beautiful" with one snap, her dress slid off the body to pool on the floor at her feet. Clad in nothing but black lacey panties, he stepped back to take all of her in. Bonnie watched from the mirror as he picked up a white dress shirt. Silently, he eased her into it, his eyes locked with hers in the mirror. Then he helped her into a pair of black tuxedo pants, dragging up the zipper slowly, and his eyes never leaving hers. Every movement he made, every breath he exhaled seemed to flicker across her nipples and his hands finally danced up to buttoned her up, she arched herself into his chest. Wordlessly, Kol smoothed the shirt tails into her tuxedo pants, a flicker of lust exchanged between the two of them when his hand brushed across her mound. Before she could whimper or utter another sound, he moved around her and slipped the bow-tie around her neck.

"Do you like it?" The base of his voice made her groin throb but she took in the ensemble in the mirror and smiled.

"I look like a man" she chuckled.

"I didn't ask what you looked like; I asked you if you like it"

Squaring her shoulders and with a glint in her eyes, she replied "Yes I like it"

"Why do you like?" he asked and his voice made everything around her pulse.

"It makes me feel empowered, like I've slipped into someone else's skin. "She said, looking at him in the mirror and then softly added, "…Someone braver than me"

Kol traced a line along her chin with his finger and angled it up, "You should never let anyone define you" he told her before kissing her mouth.

-oOo-

"Nice atmosphere" Kol commented, his eyes swinging up to the acrobatic performers swinging from the ceiling. The party was in full swing with saints wearing white with sprinklings of feathery wings here and there and the sinners were clad in blood red costumes or deviant black. It took them some time but they finally found her friends in some smoky VIP section in the basement which Matt called hell. Caroline was the only saint caught in hell it seemed but the bottom level of the party soon filled up with more winged saints. It seemed as though Hades' underworld was more fun.

-oOo-

Nestled below a flight of metal stairs, Bonnie threw her arms around Kol's neck and kissed him. Her kisses had long grown into needy explorations of his mouth. She was greedy, hungry but he matched her stroke for stroke, bite for bite. Her fingers tangled into his silky hair, nails scraping his scalp, hands fisting the collar of his shirt until she felt his pulse inside the walls of her chest. She wanted him, all of him and she didn't care that they were out on the open, didn't care about the garbage cans in the alley nor did she care about the fact that anybody could walk in on them.

When he tore his mouth free from hers, Bonnie bounced back like a cat to claw back at him. She hadn't had enough of him yet and she wasn't about to let him escape so easily. Kol pushed her back again, pinned her restless hands against the wall while she tried to press her hips against him. With one hand, he ripped her tuxedo-shirt tails free from her waistband, unzipped her pants and slid a hand inside to feel the silky lace of her panties. When his fingers quested into her depths, she stopped fighting him but rather arched her back, emitting a long satisfied moan.

Lifting up the bottom of her shirt, Kol trailed his tongue down her shuddering abdomen and she closed her eyes. When he dragged her panties down her hips, she stopped breathing. Her body was alert to his tongue, the warm feel of it against her heated flesh, the moisture of it as it traced past her navel and the smell of him, tequila and bourbon. Once he reached her mound, she lost all thought or reason. Nothing existed; nothing mattered but Kol and his lyrical tongue.

"Right there, right there…"she moaned as he buried himself between her legs. She was sure that to a passerby they looked like two men relishing each other in dark and flthy alley.

Coarse bricks dug into her back and she didn't care. She rocked her hips against his mouth and Kol deepened the kiss, twirling his tongue around her clit. Her mind began to spin, knees weakening as he alternated between sucking, licking and twirling his tongue. When she planted a hand to the back of his head, her breath coming hard, Kol knew she was ready. There, amidst the blaring horns and shimmering blue lights of a dank, dark alley, Bonnie released her third orgasm with him.