Let The Games Begin {BonKai Teaser}
As promised, here’s a teaser/excerpt from the one shot I’m working on. As the title suggests, I wanted this one shot to explore the power dynamics between Bonnie and Kai; the idea of both of them being turned on by how much they challenge one another. I hope this makes you look forward to the full thing (which is turning out to be lengthy).
Edit. Here is the full story: http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/120514855815/hunger
“Excuse me,” said Bonnie. “Bathroom.”
Caroline turned to her. “Already? We sat down, like, ten minutes ago.”
“It’s just the bathroom, what’s the problem?”
“The problem,” said Damon, taking a large sip of his bourbon. “Is that this entire thing is ridiculous and Barbie here knows it so she’s afraid you’re going to ditch like Stefan did.”
“Stefan did not ditch, he’s just running late.”
“Shut up, Damon,” said Caroline.
“Look,” said Bonnie. “I’m not going to ditch. I just . . . I’ll be right back.”
Bonnie got up from the table and followed the direction Kai had walked down. She turned a corner and then felt herself get yanked. Before she knew what was happening, she was in the men’s restroom against the door and Kai’s mouth was on hers. He grasped her around her neck, trailing his finger down her throat, his teeth tugged at her lips and he pressed her to the door with his body, with a type of strength Bonnie had never experienced before. This was infuriating. They hadn’t spoken to each other for a week and somehow Kai felt like he had the right to grab her and maul her without either of them saying so much as hello to one another. It was the kind of arrogance that made Bonnie want to shatter his face and the urge to slap him surged through her. Kai groaned. He could feel her irritation; Bonnie could tell --- he was kissing her with even more fervour now, like he relished her anger, and he was uncompromising with his tongue. He wouldn’t let her breathe, he wanted all of it, and his need ignited in Bonnie the need to match his intensity, the need to overpower him before he overwhelmed her and with irrational swiftness, desire tinged her anger so that she clawed at his hair, at his back, but before she could even begin to lose herself, he broke away just as suddenly as he started.
He was really starting to piss her off. She’d only been with him a few seconds and already she was deliciously frustrated.
They stood where they were, panting. Bonnie could feel his breath on her cheek, see the veins etched on his face beneath his eyes. There was a rawness between them that wasn’t quite new just . . . magnified. If that was at all possible. It made Bonnie itch, like she needed to get out of her clothes, out of her skin, like she just needed to be laid bare.
“I haven’t seen you in seven days,” said Kai.
“Because I didn’t want to see you.”
“Don’t accuse me,” said Bonnie, willing her heartbeat to slow down. She took a moment to catch her breath. “And I’m not lying. I needed a break from this.”
There was a pause and Kai regarded her. Bonnie willed herself to stare back, to adopt an expression of cool casualness. He inched toward her and started nuzzling her hair, planting soft kisses on her neck. His lips were gentle but Bonnie could sense it --- the hint of menace behind his pecks, the aggression behind the tenderness. It filled her with dread, which was only matched by her excitement and the adrenaline that pounded in her chest. He bared his teeth a little and she gasped.
He asked again. “Why haven’t I seen you?”
“You can ask me that all you want but the answer . . .” Bonnie closed her eyes and swallowed hard as he pressed her even harder against the door. “The answer will stay the same.”
“You know the thing about lying,” said Kai. “Is that there are physical tells when you do it.” He started caressing Bonnie’s arms, up and down and back again, drawing patterns on her skin, making her want to groan. Her eyes fluttered slightly. She shifted a little but Kai’s hands slid down to her wrists and he pinned them behind her, feeling her pulse with his index finger. “Usually they happen in an instant. But the thing about being a vampire. . .” He moved so that he was looking directly at Bonnie again, his expression a combination of yearning and smugness. “Is that you notice pretty much everything. Like the way your eyebrows crease when you’re not telling the truth. Or the way you swallow when you’re keeping something from me. Usually how turned on you are.”
Bonnie narrowed her eyes. That was what bothered her about Kai being a vampire now; he could notice the things he couldn’t before. It gave him an unfettered access to her.
“You shouldn’t have kept me waiting,” he whispered. His voice was greedy, a touch below urgent and Bonnie realized he was holding back. Or trying to. He had an itch to be laid bare just as much as she did. The realization compelled her to lunge at him and she could taste his surprise on her lips. Good. It was her turn to access now. She was forceful with her mouth, taking everything from him, everything she could. He squeezed her waist in a plea --- to keep going, to stop but he didn’t break away from her. Bonnie kissed his jaw line, traced her tongue on the underside of his chin and she heard him grunt, felt his hardness against her body and it only elicited in her the urge to undo him even further. She put her hands in his back pockets and pushed him into her and he swore, clenching the material of her dress with his nails.
“Let me bite you,” he said hoarsely. “It’s all I’ve wanted to do for a week.”
“What?” said Bonnie. This was not what she expected. “Why?”
“Are you serious? All of your friends are vampires and you don’t know why?”
“I know about bloodlust.”
He put his lips to her ear. “But do you know about hunger?”
His words made her quake, made her skin burn; she was flushed. Too hot and too cold. Curious and aching and wary. Anxious. Bite her? This was new territory, a different kind of danger, like flirting with death. Her death. It excited her. That was the problem. Kai slipped his hand beneath her dress and gently stroked her stomach, his fingertips were barely grazing her and yet she felt his touch everywhere; her body was erupting into shivers, almost convulsions. She swallowed hard and breathed heavily and could feel Kai smirk against her neck. Ugh. She hated that he could hear that.
“I want to taste you,” he said, his lips were parted and caressing her skin, the tip of his tongue running down the length of her neck to her shoulder. He put his free hand on the door and pushed into her once more, making her moan. Bonnie could feel his appetite and it called to her morbid curiosity. His fingers were on her backside now, skimming the lace of her underwear, and then they explored the back of her legs.
“Do you know what it’s like when your entire body screams for someone else’s and for no one or nothing else ?” he whispered. Everything he was saying inflamed Bonnie beyond rationality. She felt a building pressure deep in her gut and she wanted to squeeze her legs together but Kai gripped her thighs, keeping them apart. No! She needed some relief. He sighed. “You want this,” he said. His voice was raw, aroused. “I can feel it. You want me to bite you.”
“Puncture wounds in my neck isn’t exactly something I look forward to.”
“Who said anything about your neck?” And slowly, Kai trailed his fingers from Bonnie’s outer thigh to her inner, brushing her underwear but making no move to slip his finger past them. Bonnie dragged her nails on the door behind her. She already knew what it was like for her body to scream for the body of another, to scream for Kai, but she also knew that Kai liked to remind her of that frustration whenever he could. That was what this was; his fingers pressed against her underwear and Bonnie almost banged the door. She wanted to take his hand and guide it to exactly where she was aching but that was what he wanted too, that would be how he’d win. Kai scraped his teeth lightly across her throat; they weren’t fangs yet but she could feel his desperate need to turn, to sink into her and her body was just as eager to experience it, to see where teasing death would take her but . . .
“I have to go,” said Bonnie, taking a hold of Kai’s wrist and moving it away from her thighs. He looked at her; his expression would be impassive if he wasn’t clenching his jaw.
“Yeah,” she said. “I can’t ditch lunch with Caroline and Damon. And Stefan if he ever shows up.”
Kai’s eyes darkened. “Damon.”
“Oh, don’t start.” Bonnie extracted her body from Kai’s and walked to sink. She stood in front of the mirror and observed how dishevelled she looked. She was barely aware of what she was doing, still reeling from Kai’s touch and yearning to feel it again, to feel it all over her skin, but she had a point to make. She patted down her hair and started straightening her dress. Kai moved behind her and grabbed her to him, his hands clasping her hips.
Bonnie looked at him in the mirror, her eyebrows raised. “No?”
“Do you know what it means for everything to be heightened? I can’t function, Bonnie.” His voice cracked. “I don’t just crave . . . I hunger for you. It’s driving me crazy, there’s nothing else I think about except for you. Do you get that? I’ve waited for this for seven days.”
“Then you can wait a few more hours.”
“You want my blood, Kai? Work for it.”
She broke out of his hold and turned to leave, opening the door but Kai pushed it closed. He peered down at Bonnie, his lips parted and his eyes intense. Focused. And . . . mischievous, almost wicked. Bonnie had seen this look before.
“You have no idea what you just started.” He opened the door, standing to the side so Bonnie could leave. He smiled slyly. “You should get out there. Don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?”
