Bonnie slipped her hands into the back pockets of Kol's jeans, uncertain at first like this was all a figment of her imagination. Running his thumb down her cheek, he smiled and lifted her chin up so that her eyes could meet his.

"I had a great time" he murmured, pressing his hips tightly against hers. The heat from his eyes alone burned a searing path down her spine and she was pretty sure that she was already soaked from his touch. Damn this man.

"The best" she responded with a shiver and rolled the words around her tongue in quite the same manner she had rolled him inside her mouth all weekend.

"Where have you been all my life?" his lips edged into a faint smile as his hand moved over her shoulder to tease the strap of her flouncy white dress. His eyes didn't leave her face as his lips touched her heated skin and sent a tremor to her groin. If she were a very brave woman she would've sprung him out of his deliciously snug jeans there and there but she still had some sense of decorum.

"Okay, don't do that" Bonnie breathed, arching her neck ever so slightly to give his lips better access.

"Do what?" he bit his lip, looking up at her with this ridiculously innocent doe-eyed expression.

Finally finding her composure, she planted both hands on his hard chest, "I know what this is and I know what its not" she panted, meeting his wide-eyed gaze.

"Bon-"he released his lips and stared at her, a certain realization flashing in his eyes.

"This is not a movie; boys don't just change their minds. They don't ride in on their white horses and declare their undying love after a weekend of stupendously fantastic sex. I won't ask for anything, I'm fine with this…just like this" she thrust her chin, her speech coming forth speedily in case she changed her mind. She wasn't ready to abandon her resolve with him but oh she wanted to, everything in her screamed to let go and just free-fall.

"You are refreshing and exciting. That's why I like you" Kol drank her in, his eyes slowly trailing over her face.

"That's me. I'm cool, easy…exciting" she rolled her eyes but the blood flooding her cheeks betrayed her nonchalance. Tangling his hand in her hair, Kol wrapped his other hand around her throat, tilted her head up to him and kissed her slowly and deeply like he was fucking her for the last time.

"Take care" he breathed against the shell of her earlobe and strolled off to his car. With a shake of her head, Bonnie clutched her luggage bag tighter and proceeded to the door of her apartment. She refused to turn around even when she heard the start of his engine. She didn't want to show him how much she cared about him because she wasn't ready for that.

Take Care.

What did that even mean? Was it just a cop out from promising to call and not actually calling? Did it mean, hey great sex now take care and don't ever call me again? Bonnie refused to overthink it.

"Hey, "she greeted, her hazel eyes widening at the sight of fabrics scattered around on the couch, spilling onto the floor. She leaned against the door with bag in hand and took in the sight.

"Hey" Caroline mumbled with a pin in her mouth. She was sitting on the floor surrounded by yards of fabric, needles and a few pairs of fabric scissors.

"No blogging this weekend?" Bonnie quizzed, lips pressed together because the mess around the room was giving her a serious anxiety attack even though she was sure Caroline would clean after herself.

"I'm trying to get back into designing and sewing and things might have gotten a bit out of hand" Caroline pointed to the plaster on her index finger. Heaving an exasperated sigh, she ruffled her blonde hair and grinned up at Bonnie. She rolled the sleeves of her bow trimmed cardigan as Bonnie tossed her luggage bag on the fabric scattered couch.

"You cut yourself" the brunette noted, closing in on Caroline.

"It's no big deal. How was your weekend with Mr Moneybags?" she shrugged and rose from the floor.

"I thought we stopped calling him that"

"Wow, Bonbon falls in love with her fuck buddy. It's the retelling of a modern day fairy-tale."

"Well, aren't you a buzzkill?"

"Seriously?" she yelled, her cheeks flushed as pink as her cardigan.

"Care…" Bonnie narrowed her eyes, arms folded against her chest.

"I'm sorry, you're my friend and you're always there for me and you never even expect the same in return." The words tumbled out of Caroline's mouth, her face now beet-red.

"I'm just scared that you'll get hurt" her voice softened, her blue eyes pleading with Bonnie.

"I'm a big girl, Care."

"I know…I'm also scared that you'll start hanging out with him more than me" she whined like a petulant child and Bonnie tried to fight the grin forming across her lips.

"You're my inner penguin, Care. You're the most hopeful person I know" Bonnie lowered her voice and reached out to hold Caroline's bruised hands.

"Your inner what?" she shook her head, a furrow marring her brow.

"You're like that penguin that says slide in that Fight Club movie" Bonnie explained slowly, her smile hurting her cheeks.

"Like a spirit guide?"

"Like a soul mate" she grinned and pulled Caroline in for a warm bear hug.

"You're my eternal optimist" Bonnie added as she squeezed the blonde's shoulders in the hug.

"I love you" Caroline smiled, her voice swelling with emotions.

"I love you too, Care"

..

"There's been a lot of interest in your column lately and so I have an offer for you" Hayley said, smoothing her hands down her lace trimmed pencil skirt. Bonnie wasn't sure where to focus between Hayley's lacy skirt and her polka dot blouse because her head was killing her. The celebratory friendship cocktails with Caroline at the small dive bar close to their place had been a bad idea. Tequila would never ever be her friend.

"You've piqued my interest" Bonnie responded through her fog. She adjusted the embellished peter pan collar of her shirt and preened her cigarette leg jeans.

"We're going to do a little marketing which will include photoshoots for the column as well as your live blog and maybe even a vlog" Hayley stippled her hands beneath her chin, pursing her glossy lips.

Delighted, Bonnie tried to school her pounding heart "You want a vlog?"

"Yes, you'll be interviewing the average New Yorker about their sex life, what toys they use, how many times a week they do it…that sort of thing"

"Great"

"Leah will advise you about the photoshoot "she finished and redirected her eyes to the laptop screen.

"Thank you, Hayley"

"Good, now off you go" her boss waved her off without bothering to look up.

..

"How about a lunch to welcome me back to New York?" she was buoyant as she breezed into Katherine's cubicle, perching herself on top of her friend's desk.

"Bonnie you didn't go off to save whales in China or something; you were fucking in the Hamptons" Katherine replied coolly and pulled open a drawer in her desk to reveal a cluster of designer shoes. She picked up a red sling-back with a spindly heel and dangled it from her index finger.

"Besides, I have an appointment with my Chakra healer" she added, swinging her smoky eyes back up at Bonnie.

"What does she do again?" Bonnie scrunched up her nose, tapping her nails against the sides of her ceramic mug.

"They help me heal my energy and my aura and it's a he…oh and he's also my weed connection" Katherine slipped out of her old shoes and into the red sling-backs.

"You mean he's your dealer" Bonnie corrected, a smile peeking over the rim of her coffee mug.

"I'm not a big fan of the D word" Katherine rose from her chair and twirled in her shoes. With a scoff, Bonnie removed her butt from the desk and plodded toward the exit.

"Whatever, I'm going over to Matt's tonight for movie night" she waved over her shoulder.

"Have fun!"

..

"Oh my heck, are you watching The Hills?" Bonnie asked, wide-eyed. She was standing in the middle of Matt's lounge clutching two bottles of wine and three packets of chips.

"Hey if LC isn't your hero you're a basic bitch" Matt rolled his eyes, a bowl of popcorn wedged between his thighs. He was wearing sweatpants and a ratty looking top which must have cost a ton.

"How was your weekend of rumbustious sex?" He touched a spot next to him on the couch for her to sit.

"It was okay." She obliged and set the bottles of wine down on the coffee table, dropping herself on his couch.

"Just okay?"

"There's really nothing to tell" Bonnie shrugged, digging a handful of popcorn from Matt's bowl.

"I'm a sucker for a good story"

"My lips are sealed"

"Oh crap, you're falling in love with Mr. Moneybags, aren't you?"

"Am not, and can we please stop calling him that?" her voice rose a decimal or two but Matt caught the guilty look on her flushed face.

"I know you never discuss your trysts but this is different, you are different" he said, searching her face closely, "You're not the type to be blinded by love"

"I'm not" Bonnie humbly agreed and packed a handful of popcorn in her mouth.

"I mean you once said you would wait years for the right guy"

"Matt, I'm not falling in love with anyone, least of all Kol Mikaelson" her mouth dried up and she slapped his arm with her hand, "What are we doing tonight?"

"I see what you're doing"

"What am I doing?"

"Trying to change the subject but its okay, it's your lie" he shrugged then diverted his attention to the bottles of wine. He picked up a white wine and headed to the kitchen to retrieve a corkscrew.

"We're heading to Zero" he replied, standing over the counter as he struggled with the cork.

"Zero?" she pulled her feet under her and craned her neck so that she could look at him.

Finally managing top open the bottle, he picked out two glasses from the cupboard, "It's a very man-centric club"

"You mean it's a gay club." Bonnie teased, leaning over the couch's headrest and propping her chin on her folded arms.

"Yes and you better pull out your nipple tassels for this one. It's gonna be a crazy night"

..

They pushed their way through a dancing crowd bobbing their heads to the beats spun by a DJ on the turntables. Bonnie could see the bar through the jostling crowd and suddenly she was parched beyond words. This is what they did; they prowled clubs, engaged in frivolous conversation with men at bars and lived to tell the tale the next day over a couple of mimosas. It was a fun life with no great expectations and she used to be content. Shaking all immediate thoughts about Kol Mikaelson, she leaned over the crowded bar and waved her money in her hand while Matt shouted his drinks order.

"Can I have a Wallbanger?" he yelled over the thumping music then nudged Bonnie with his shoulder so that she could make her order.

"One muff diver and a sex on the beach" Bonnie shouted, elbows digging into the wood of the bar while her palms slapped the surface. The rowdy crowd swarmed behind them dancing to a Madonna track and the cacophony around the bar increased as Katherine called out her drinks order.

"I'll have a slippery nipple" she yelled, raking her fingers through her curly hair and gyrating her hips in her glittery black dress.

"Are those even a drinks or are you guys just looking for an excuse to talk dirty to the bartender?" Caroline flung her bag on top of the bar, propping her head on her palm.

Swinging a side glance at Caroline, Katherine smiled and asked, "What are you having Caroline, a nun's habit?"

After collecting their drinks, they wandered off to the depths of the crowd in an attempt to find a table. Tonight was about being drunk, being silly and having fun. Tonight she wouldn't think about Kol let alone call him. Later and adequately sauced from several shots of whatever round was being bought, Bonnie was feeling loose limbed and loose tongued and Caroline had wandered off to the dance floor with some baller type.

"Okay, you know what? Slippery nipples for everyone!" Katherine shouted, lifting up her empty shot glass.

"Free the nipple! Free the nipple!" the group chanted, slamming their shot glasses on the table. This is when it happened, this lack of judgement on her part but she could always blame it on the alcohol. Slowly, under the strobe lights of a chaotic club she slid down her dress strap and took a shot of her bare breast with her cell phone. Before her mind had even the slightest chance to process anything, she scrolled down her phone for Kol's number and clicked send.

Wide eyed, Matt slurred in her ear "What did just you do?"

"I think I just sent Kol a picture of my nipple" Bonnie slurred back, her hand flying to cover her open mouth.

"You have officially become a woman of questionable standards" Matt rolled his blue eyes but couldn't hide the smirk teasing his lips.

A young, sexy financial type came behind Katherine, leaned over her shoulder and asked, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Look at you and then a long look at me. No Teletubby!" she yelled over the music, playing with her sparkly straw.

"You're such a mean drag queen" Matt shook his head and clicked his tongue at her as the man walked away with a tail between his legs.

"I didn't come to a gay club to get hit on" she countered and searched her clutch for her credit card.

"Wait, why didn't I think of that before it happened or maybe it happened after I like thought it happened" Bonnie slurped her drink clumsily, spilling most of the red concoction onto her chest.

"Okay Bon-bon in solidarity, I'm no longer drinking tonight, its time to take you home"

"Fuck that, get me a case!" she shouted belligerently nearly knocking Matt off his chair. The vibration of her mobile-phone jolted her from her drunken euphoria and Bonnie slipped a clumsy hand into her clutch to pull out the device.

"Thank you for that picture, darling. I miss your warm, wet pussy" the voice spoke, warming her insides and she was very familiar with the owner.

"What am I, dial-a-vagina?" she spat, rising unsteadily to her feet.

"Bonnie" Kol warned.

"I'm sorry; it's kind of noisy in here" she plugged one ear with her index finger and weaved her way between the crowds, bumping into people as she moved out to the restrooms where long lines were a dire tradition.

"I hear a good wall bang can be cathartic" Kol said but she still couldn't hear him properly. She dared to look over her shoulder, delighted that none of her friends were trailing behind her.

Shouting into the phone and avoiding a vomiting twink all in one go, she asked again, "What?"

"Does that place have great restrooms?" Kol asked while Bonnie felt her way out of the club by touching her back to the wall. She wiggled like a big bloated worm, stumbling out of the club.

"I'm at a gay bar" she shouted and by the time he responded, she was out of the crammed space and a cool breeze was grazing her cheeks.

"Get over here" he said, his voice raw with need.

"Where is here?" she asked, tunnelling her hand through her damp hair as her eyes scanned the street for a cab.

"My place"

A tremor of excitement surged her body as Bonnie flagged down a taxicab and she grinned "Okay, I'm coming"

"You can bet on it" he chuckled and that sentence alone sent an electric current straight to her clit. Diving into the back of a cab, she gave the cabbie the address and leaned back, feeling groggier by the minute. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I mean yes she wanted Kol, fuck, she needed him but not like this. What did they have anyway? A great Hamptons weekend followed by what a drunken booty call?

Fuck.

Holy Shit.

She was his booty call. She caught a glimpse of a woman in a cab next to hers wiping her eyes with a tissue. Bonnie realized that she too had been crying when she took a deep breath before taking a phone call. The mobile vibrated in her hand a little while longer and then with a lungful of air, she answered.

"Kol"

"You're late" he teased because naturally, he was still horny.

"I'm not coming" her reply startled her but she would not retract her statement. She would stand her ground, darn it!

"Bonnie…"

"Good-bye Kol" she mumbled and then cut him off. Surely she deserved better than this.

..