Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Warnings: Sexual content, general season 2 spoilers
Summary: Things change.
A/N: A belated gift fic for keenan24 . Betaed by blackmamba_esq Lingering mistakes are mine.
She’s memorized every inch of his bedroom, could navigate around his desk and dresser with her eyes closed. Her eyes are closed right now, and she can still see the walls, how they’re darker, masculine—and that poster above his bed, some group she’s never heard of, but is suddenly very interested in checking out.
(He says, ‘You’ll love them’ with confidence. It’s how he says everything.)
She can see—feel—stubble on his chin which isn’t quite as funny as it was to her before, but sharp and prickly against her inner thighs. She’s sweating against his comforter, masculine green stripes underneath her hair and running her fingers through his hair, freshly cut. It used to be so shaggy that she could barely see his eyes.
Jeremy’s not a kid anymore. He makes his point over and over again (in ways Bonnie still can’t believe he even knows about, let alone has become this good at), his enthusiasm for the task intoxicating as he twirls and dips his tongue. She didn’t intend for this to happen (she almost never does) but can’t manage to regret it while she’s twisting against his mattress.
He grins up at her with bruised lips and knowing eyes. Bonnie blushes, “What time’s Elena coming home again?”
“Of course you do.”
He stops smiling, says deliberately, “No. I don’t,” and suddenly seems older, wiser than her, than everyone else she knows. Bonnie shifts her eyes sideways (she kind of hates it when he does that) and looks at his old trophies, a battered skateboard, three stacks of gaming magazines, this room that already feels as familiar, and yes, as safe to her as his sister’s.
“Sorry about the mess,” he whispers.
“No, it’s fine.” Bonnie says, quickly. Breathless. Her eyes are closed. “I kind of like it this way.”