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reticentseiko  asked:

How about a fluff scenario with Ignis finally deciding to get surgery for his eyes (I'm assuming there is a way in this world) with the persuasion of the guys and while he's recovering, he ends up falling for the nurse that is assigned to his room? Even though he can't see her, he is enamored by her personality and the sound of her voice. By the time his eyes have recovered and he can see, albeit blurry at first, just seeing her for the first time is more than what he could have ever asked for.

The Sound of Your Smile

Ignis x F!OC
Word count: 1853
SFW

Some Ignis fluff, coming up! This is sort of an AU, I suppose? Under the cut because it’s kinda long. Also, in this one-shot, Noctis is still alive. Enjoy!

Tagging @iinkpools because Ignis. And reasons.

Ignis was certain of most things. He knew that a perfect cup of Ebony took ten minutes to brew. He knew the sound of his friends’ voices distinctly, and the small quirks that gave them away. He also knew that he would never regain his vision.

Or so he thought.

“It’s possible,” the doctor had said, touching the scarring around his eyes. “It’s going to take a little bit of healing magic, and some very delicate corrective surgery, but there’s a chance that this could work.”

Ignis shifted from where he sat on the doctor’s examination table. “What is the percentage of success, doctor?”

“Why does it matter?” Gladio’s voice came from his left. “You’re already blind, what else could possibly happen?”

Ignis heard a smack, and Prompto’s voice rang in his ears. “Dude! A little insensitive, don’t you think?”

“Let’s hear it, Doc,” he then heard Noctis say. “What are the chances this actually works?”

Ignis could tell that the doctor was shifting slightly. Possibly from discomfort.

“About thirty-five to forty per cent.”

There was a pause. “Seems awfully low,” Prompto said, sounding a little nervous.

Ignis shrugged slightly. “We might as well go ahead with the surgery. Gladio’s right, there is nothing at this point that could possibly get worse. If we go through with the surgery, there’s a slim chance that my vision could return, and that is a chance I am willing to take.”

Noctis patted Ignis on the back. “We’ll be here for you no matter what, buddy.”

The surgery was schedule for a week later. The doctor that had done the consultation had offered to do it free of charge because of all Ignis had done for the Crown, as well as his connection with King Noctis as well. Ignis was grateful, albeit nervous.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing,” the doctor told him as he laid down on the surgery bed, covering Ignis’ mouth with a mask to put him to sleep. “When you wake up, everything will be different.”

When Ignis came to, he had bandages wrapped tightly around his eyes. His head was resting against a set of fluffy pillows, unusually soft for a hospital, he thought to himself, and had his blankets tucked up to his waist. He could hear the steady beeping of his heart monitor beside the bed, and felt the clamp that registered his pulse on his left index finger.

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” he heard a voice say. He turned his head slightly in the direction it came from. The voice belonged to a woman, sounding to be in her mid-to-late twenties. It was soft and delicate, the kind of voice that could ease any mind in the room. Ignis gulped.

“Yes, I suppose so,” he replied, mentally kicking himself for sounding so foolish. He cleared his throat, asking the question that was burning in his mind. “How was the surgery?”

“It was successful,” she replied, a smile lilting her voice. “Doctor Masika wanted me to apologize on his behalf for not being present to deliver the news, but he was needed in emergency surgery. I’m going to be your nurse during your recovery. My name is Adeline.”

“Adeline,” Ignis repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. A faint smile crossed his lips. “It’s nice to meet you, Adeline. My name is Ignis.”

“I know,” she joked. “I read your chart.”

Ignis chuckled, and felt himself blush. When was the last time he’d actually blushed? He felt a little silly, being entranced by just a voice. He shook the thought out of his mind.

“How long will I be in recovery for?”

“Two weeks, perhaps?” Adeline replied, flipping through Ignis’ chart. “It says here that you’re to remain on bedrest for the first few days, and then you’re free to roam the hospital with an escort. We just want to make sure your eyes are fully healed before you try opening them, because it was such a delicate surgery.”

“I’m amazed it worked at all,” Ignis confessed. “Admittedly, I was not expecting for the news to be in any way positive.”

“Doctor Masika is an excellent surgeon,” Adeline agreed. “I’m sure he’ll be around later on to speak with you.”

Adeline changed Ignis’ IV and excused herself from the room, gently placing her hand atop his and giving it a light squeeze before saying goodbye. Ignis didn’t have much time to be alone with his thoughts though, because soon his friends were barrelling in and asking him all sorts of questions.

As the days went on, Ignis got used to the routine at the hospital. Doctor Masika came in and explained the recovery process in greater detail, and his friends would drop by and visit. But as time passed, Ignis came to realize that the person he’d look forward to seeing—so to speak—the most was Adeline.

She was shy at first, and kept things very professional. But the more Ignis spoke to her, the more her personality started to show. She would often sit with him during her lunch break and bring him food that she’d cooked at home so that he wouldn’t have to consume whatever bland meals were served at the hospital. She was a good cook, and promised to share her recipes with him once he regained his vision.

He also learned that she had become a nurse because of the ten years of darkness that had taken over when Noctis was absorbed by the Crystal. She said that she wanted to help people, and that there were so many friends and family members that she had lost to daemons that she never wanted someone else’s loved ones to have to endure that same pain.

The first time he made her laugh, he made a silly pun.

“Damn, I’ve gone and broken my pencil,” Adeline huffed as she was filling out more information on his chart. Ignis couldn’t help himself.

“Writing with a broken pencil is pointless.”

After a moment, Adeline burst out laughing, letting out a bit of a snort, and coughed as if she was embarrassed. He thought her laugh was adorable, and made a mental note to make her laugh more so that he could selfishly hear it again. “Wow, Ignis,” she chuckled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. “That was terrible. I needed that.”

Ignis grew to admire her very quickly, and that thought scared him.

Did he only care for her because she was his caretaker? The thought crossed his mind that maybe it was just because she was in close proximity, and that she was kind to him. But he thought about it a little more, and disagreed with the idea. He’d grown to know her over the past few weeks, and she’d shared with him stories that she swore she’d never admitted to anyone before: stories of her past, her deceased parents, her missing friends and her deep-seated fears. He’d told her much of the same, and he realized he hadn’t opened up to anyone like that in…well, his entire life.

Whenever her skin would graze his, he could feel his heart begin to race. He prayed to the Six that the heart monitor didn’t give him away, and he often had to take deep breaths to ensure that his heart rate returned back to normal.

“Only one more day left,” Adeline said, checking his chart on the next to last day of his hospital visit. “Are you excited?”

“I suppose,” Ignis replied, which was half-true. He had a thought on his mind and weighed the consequences of his words before finally answering. “I am excited to see if my vision has truly returned, but…admittedly, I’m afraid that I’m going to miss being around you every day.”

The room was quiet. The soft beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound that pierced the room.

“Ignis…”

“I understand that I’ve overstepped my bounds,” he said carefully, folding his hands in his lap. “I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

He was expecting to hear the door open and shut, leaving him alone with his foolish thoughts. What he didn’t expect was to feel a hand come to rest on his cheek a pair of soft lips gently pressing against his. The kiss was over almost before it began, too quick for Ignis to reciprocate. But when she pulled away, he still found himself breathless.

“I’ve been feeling the same way,” she admitted sheepishly. “I thought I was being stupid for falling for a patient…but I like you. I really do.”

Ignis definitely heard the heart monitor pick up on his racing pulse. Adeline chuckled.

“Let’s get you through your recovery first, yeah? We can figure out the rest later.”

Morning came too soon. Adeline arrived to help Ignis take off his bandages, telling him that the doctor had another emergency surgery to attend to, so it was just the two of them. It was a slow, nerve-wracking process as Adeline unwrapped the bandages from around Ignis’ head. Once they were off, she peeled back the gauze that covered his eyelids.

The heavy scarring was still along his left cheek, but some of it had managed to be scraped away where his eyelid was to allow for it to open properly.

“Open your eyes,” Adeline instructed, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ignis slowly opened them, his eyelids fluttering as his vision tried to adjust to the sheer amount of light in the room. Everything was blurry at first, and his head throbbed. He knew it was because he hadn’t seen the light of day in years, and so he would need time to adjust.

Eventually, he managed to fully open both eyes, the room slowly coming into view. Ignis felt tears pricking the corners of his vision as things slowly became clearer and clearer. With his heart pounding in his chest, he turned to Adeline to gaze upon her for the first time.

She smiled at him, her hands clasped in front of her as if she was in silent prayer. She had intelligent, almond shaped eyes, a small, round nose and plump lips. Her straight hair was long and dark, pulled up into a bun with a few strands falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” he breathed, and she let the tears fall down her face. Ignis reached over and brushed them away, pulling her to him. He sat up in the hospital bed and she hugged him close, stroking the back of his head as they cried together.

She pulled away for just a second, holding his face in her hands.

“Ignis,” she said, her smile growing wide. “Your eyes…they’re green.”

He kissed her right there in that hospital bed, pouring all of his heart and soul into their embrace. He could finally see the world again, and the smile on Adeline’s face was a sight that he never wanted to be without for the rest of his days.

The Surprises of Retirement

3

The weather cleared and with the sunshine came the heat. I had hired a Landau as well as a series of wagons  to deliver my furniture and some of my bulkier belongings to the cottage in the Downs.

Mrs Hudson, my landlady, had visited her old flat in Baker Street to mark the occasion. After all, I had been renting those rooms for several decades. 

Our relationship had been turbulent at times, for I was, undoubtedly, the worst tenant in London. I did not like to spend much time on house-keeping and was particularly careless when in the middle of a gripping case. More than once the poor woman had walked in to discover a haphazard trail of paper clippings, files and tobacco on the carpet. 

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SEVEN+NICO+REYNA SLEEPING HABITS

Ok… so I saw this really cute headcannon post for how the Avengers sleep (you can find it HERE), and I’m about 700% sure that this has been adopted into multiple fandoms already, including the PJO fandom, but I couldn’t help myself. Plus, since demigods have tragic backstories and nightmares, there was just so much that could be included in these guys’ headcannons.

Percy: It has already been established that he snores. And even drools. A lot. He also tosses and turns, not because of nightmares, but because the whole sea/Poseidon thing in him that keeps him restless and free. This often results in the blankets kicked off on the floor. Of course, Riptide is kept underneath his pillow at all times for easy access. But even when he isn’t snoring/drooling/nose-whistling/anything else Annabeth mocks him for but secretly thinks is the hottest thing ever, his mouth is always hanging open, despite the fact he breathes through his nose. He mainly sleeps flat on his back with his hands underneath his head, almost in a tanning-on-the-beach position, but now that he’s gotten used to staying up with Annabeth after nightmares, it’s not uncommon for him to hug a pillow against his chest and pretend he’s keeping her safe. Because he’s already noisy and restless when he sleeps, Percy actually gets extremely quiet and still when he is having nightmares.

Annabeth: When she was on the run with Luke and Thalia, being so small, she often was able to let Luke and Thalia use the blankets of their safe houses, and Annabeth would easily curl up in one of Luke’s big hoodies and make a little cave for herself. Even now, she likes to sleep with the blankets tucked right up at her chin, maybe even over her head, and with her knees against her chest. Whenever Percy’s comforting her after nightmares in the middle of the night, she’ll subconsciously burrow into him, clutching the front of his shirt or tangling her legs into his. Of course, being a daughter of Athena, she often stays up late at night sitting under her covers reading a book or on her Daedalus laptop. It’s not uncommon for her to fall asleep in this position, thus, the blankets over her head. Sometimes, because of the pencil stuck behind her ear for note taking or sketching architectural plans, Annabeth wakes up with pencil led smudges on her cheek. When she’s having nightmares, whether they are the regular ones about the monsters she battled when she was seven or something about current events, Annabeth will propel her legs as if running. This causes her to wake up in the morning with blankets piled up onto her upper half and her legs bare.

Jason: Jason sleeps flat on his back, his hands intertwined on top of his chest. He keeps the blankets super neat, only halfway up his chest before folded over tidily as if he had just made his bed in the morning and forgot to get out of it. Because he grew up with the routine and schedule of the Roman Camp, it is impossible for him to sleep in past 7:00 any and every morning, and if he doesn’t go to sleep at 11:00 sharp, he can get grumpy (or, at least, grumpy for Jason, which isn’t actually that grumpy at all). He often has to stay up rather late and wake up in the middle of the night for watch shifts on the Argo II, and thus, his brain is programed to immediately fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow. His nightmares often cause him to shout out, or even talk, in his sleep. However, he really doesn’t move around much. Piper used to get a tiny bit annoyed that he wasn’t one to cuddle in his sleep, but Jason also has a habit of making faces in his sleep, and the little smile outlined by the scar on his lip shows Piper that subconsciously, he’s happy she’s with him. Little to Jason’s knowledge, whenever he has nightmares, Piper charmspeaks them to stop. This is why Jason’s been a  good mood lately. Being someone who can fly, the others aboard the Argo II would last expect Jason to prefer to sleep with socks on because it makes him feel more grounded. But he gets cold toes.

Piper: Not only is Piper aware she’s dreaming, like the other demigods, but she can actually control what goes on in them, even when someone else is sending her the dream. For example, Khione will invade her dreams and try to turn them into nightmares, the most common being making Piper’s fingers and toes get such horrible frostbite that they crumble off, along with her arms and legs. However, Piper can resist Khione’s power and then imagine something silly, like Leo appearing out of nowhere right behind Khione to burn her hair off. Because of this, Piper doesn’t act out much in nightmares and keeps the same position. Piper sleeps on her side with one foot hanging off the bed, peeking out of the covers on the side, and one hand underneath her pillow to grab Katoptris at a moment’s notice. She has the worst case of morning breath and bed head of the entire crew and takes great pride in it. She also sleeps with a little stuffed Hello Kitty (ironically, of course) and has a bad habit of chewing on its ears in her sleep. This often leads to her chewing on bits of Jason’s shirt whenever they sleep together after nightmares. Jason doesn’t tell her though, at first because he didn’t want to embarrass her, and then later on because he thought it was really cute and didn’t want her to stop.

Leo: He has the worst nightmares of the entire group and tosses around in them all the time, often accompanied by mumbling or yelling. This means he doesn’t have a designated sleeping position, except that the blankets are kicked onto the floor every night. At least, they would be kicked on the floor if Leo slept with blankets. But he doesn’t. His ADHD, not his nightmares, are the cause for his insomnia. His insomnia leads to two main things. One: he cannot sleep for more than five hours a night. Two: he tosses and turns a lot in attempts to fall asleep, wearing down his mattress significantly. Luckily, Leo finds in easier to fall asleep in old, worn down mattresses rather than sturdy ones, like the one he slept in at Ogygia, for example. However, since nightmares don’t come on Ogygia, prohibiting his tossing and turning, Calypso is the only one who knows exactly how he sleeps: flat on his back, limbs sprawled out, and his head turned sideways over his shoulder with his mouth hanging open. She also saw his right index finger pulse quickly in his sleep, as if he was performing an intense piano concerto with one finger. This is often him providing “morse code subtitles” for the conversations his dream-self has with his mother in peaceful, happy dreams he forgets 95% of the time.

Frank: Of course, he often sleeps curled up like a bulldog. His animal position wards of nightmares. However, in his human form, Frank sleeps on his stomach, his arms tucked at his sides and his legs pressed together. His face is always knotted as if he’s concentrating really hard in his sleep. Frank doesn’t like too much blankets, so he only sleeps with one thin bed sheet over him and keeps the other blankets folded (or rather, bunched up) at the foot of the bed. Before his blessing-of-Mars-hot-puberty-transformation (or whatever happened in House of Hades that turned him from a cute panda baby man into Bruce Lee), Frank would whimper in his nightmares and maybe even shed a few silent tears. Now, he bellows out and even growls sometimes and hates himself for it. Whenever Hazel hears his nightmares, she always comes in to wake him up and comfort him. Frank isn’t sure if his nightmares are more frequent now or if they’re just louder, but he is quite embarrassed when he wakes up to look into her innocent, frightened eyes. She insists his reactions to the nightmares aren’t that horrible at all, but she’s a terrible liar. This led to sleeping in bulldog, because Frank didn’t want to frighten or inconvenience Hazel anymore.

Hazel: Before she got her powers under control, her nightmares caused all sorts of gems to pop up around her and under her bed. She kept them all in a jar on her nightstand beside her bed. Now, Hazel needs the jar nearby when she sleeps for physiological reasons, like how a little kid sleeps with a blanket or stuffed animal. She curls up in a ball on her side when she sleeps, not as much as Annabeth, but kind of as if she’s sitting in an invisible chair, with her body posed in perfectly sculpted ninety degree angles. Hazel has paper, crayons, and colored pencils near her bed so she can draw a little bit before she goes to sleep to unwind. Often, her subconscious creates dreams about whatever she drew. But sometimes, of course, her drawings have no affect on her dreams and she instead has to put up with nightmares. Hazel hyperventilates in her sleep and bites her tongue, lips, and the insides of her cheeks. She also gnashes her teeth together and more often than not wakes up with a sore jaw. Her nightmares are the quietest, because she subconsciously trained herself to be that way when she was younger. If her nightmares woke her mother in the middle of the night, her mother would start screaming and yelling at her.

Reyna: She sleeps on her side, maybe slightly on her stomach, with her hair in a french braid to keep the curls from tangling. She can’t stand pillows under her head and instead sleeps with her pillow against her back for support. She likes to keep one leg straight below her and the other curled up in a position that provides maximum comfort. She sleeps with her arms either clutching her stomach or her hands hugging her shoulders. Being newer to Camp Jupiter than Jason, she hasn’t been “programmed,” persay, into the sleep schedule yet, and the only thing that can wake her up is the prodding of Aurum and Argentum. She sleeps with the blankets only  up to her waist, and all too often, Aurum and Argentum straighten them out whenever she tosses and turns in her sleep because of nightmares. This leads to Reyna being thoroughly convinced that she is not a restless sleeper, unlike most demigods, and it helps maker her feel stronger. However, she doesn’t groan, mumble, cry, or yell in her sleep at all, so she technically, by demigod standards, already is a sound sleeper.

Nico: More often than not, he wakes up in the middle of the night shouting Bianca’s name. His dreams aren’t about Bianca; his nightmares cause him to desire her comfort. Being a son of Hades, when he sleeps, he enters death/coma mode, where his brain nearly completely shuts off. The reason this doesn’t happen to Hazel is because she’s technically a child of Pluto, who is less death-oriented than Hades. Nico curls up in a position almost identical to Hazel, however,  unlike most other demigods, he doesn’t snore, speak, move, or create his own dreams. The only way he can dream about anything is if someone is trying to communicate with him or send him visions. Once it became common knowledge that there was a son of Hades, a very powerful son, Nico was constantly bombarded with nightmares from monsters and gods and even spirits. Because of this, Nico curls up into a tight ball similar to Annabeth, except he cries in his sleep, instead of having some reflex to fight or escape. Nico doesn’t know much about fighting, so he just has to endure the torture of his nightmares. This leads to him resisting the urge to sleep at night, going days at a time unhealthily fatigued. Thus, he loses energy, weight, happiness, appetite, et cetera.

Hunger

The wait is over … 

She felt him before she saw him; a feverish heat that claimed her body. In the beginning she wondered if Kai linked himself to her in a way that made her physically attuned to his presence so that whenever he was near, she’d know by how her skin would burn up or how her lips would swell. It didn’t take long for her to realize that the answer to why he incited such a response in her wasn’t so simple or straightforward.

They were in the Mystic Grill. Bonnie had a corner table with Damon and Caroline, participating in a group lunch that she knew was doomed to end terribly. When Kai showed up, she hadn’t been sitting long. She didn’t even see him come into the restaurant but he was at a booth near the back, watching her intently. He always looked at her that way. Unabashed. Unapologetic. A suggestion of wickedness. But this was different. There was a quiet ardor in his eyes; a vehement need to his stare that made Bonnie’s mouth dry. There was danger. And it was intoxicating.

Kai stood up and walked down a few steps. He looked at her pointedly before rounding the corner to where the restrooms were.

“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.”

“Sure he is.”

“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 used his body to press her against the door, pinning her 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 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.

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.

“Yeah I know.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to see you.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“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 indifference. 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  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 longing 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. She was forceful with her mouth, taking everything from him, everything she could. He gripped her waist in a plea — to keep going, to stop … he squeezed her sides and Bonnie could feel him siphon from her; a pain that over time had become cruelly delicious. 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.

“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 barely grazed her and yet she felt his touch everywhere; her body was erupting into shivers, almost convulsions. She 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.”  His voice was raw, aroused. “I can feel it. You want me to bite you.”

“Puncture wounds on 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 transform, 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.

“You have to go.”

“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.

“No,” he said.

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 not just that I think about you all the time, it’s … it’s like you’re in my bones, you’re in my appetite. Do you get that? I’ve waited for this for seven days.”

“Then you can wait a few more hours.”

“Bonnie —”

“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 said. 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?”

She didn’t look at him as she left and tried not to show how intrigued she was and … nervous, almost worried. Not about what he’d do but about how she’d feel about it, about how much darkness she’d discover in herself when he did what he was going to do. There seemed to be no limits when she was with Kai; no limits to what she enjoyed, to what she found herself craving, what she found herself doing. And that thrilled her. And scared her.

When Bonnie returned to Damon and Caroline, there was bruschetta and sliders on the table and the bottle of bourbon was half empty.

“I ordered appetizers,” said Caroline as Bonnie sat back in her seat. “I would’ve asked what you wanted but you were taking forever in the bathroom. I was about to go in after you. What were you doing?”

“Yeah, Bonnie,” said Damon. His voice was lazy with drink. “What were you doing?”

Bonnie looked at the half empty bottle. “I’m surprised you can still speak in full sentences.”

Damon shrugged and poured more bourbon into his glass. “Always underestimating me.”

“Great, you’re going to be depressingly drunk soon,” said Caroline. “I don’t even know why I invited you.”

“And I don’t even know why I came,” said Damon. “Does this mean I can go?”

“No, the point is for all of us to stay in touch, to check in on each other. I mean we have tiny burgers! And Stefan will be here any minute.”

“Yeah, let’s hold on to that dream.”

Bonnie started to speak but then stopped before saying anything. Kai had come out of the restroom and turned to look at her, his expression devious. Then he was gone. Cloaked. Bonnie’s eyes widened imperceptibly. Trying not to be too obvious, she glanced around her. Damon was too busy drinking to notice anything. Caroline was calling Stefan for what had to be the third time. Everyone else in The Grill seemed to be too involved in their meals or their conversations to pay attention to anything else. But Kai had cloaked himself. Bonnie felt her palms sweat.

Caroline put down her phone. “Stefan’s almost here,” she said.

“Excellent,” said Damon, raising his glass.

She ignored this and turned to Bonnie. “Aren’t you going to eat anything? Did you want something else?”

“No, this is good, I think — aaaaaah.” Bonnie shuddered. Lips brushed against her back and she felt shivers down her spine, deliciously soft. It made her squirm in her seat.

“Are you OK?” said Caroline.

Bonnie pressed her mouth together. Kai. This was why he cloaked himself. This is was why … He started kissing the nape of her neck and instinctively she arched her back. God, she hated him.

“I’m fine,” said Bonnie, trying to smile. “Just … just a shiver. You know, cold air.”

Damon blinked at her, his lips pursed sardonically. “The AC isn’t on.”

“Really? You don’t . . .” She felt Kai blow gently in her ear and she scratched the back of her neck, trying not to close her eyes. “You don’t feel that — that draft?”

“Um no,” said Caroline.

“Oh, weird,” said Bonnie, laughing weakly. She picked up her menu. “What are you going to order?”

Caroline looked at Damon, her eyes narrowed and questioning of Bonnie’s behaviour but Damon just shook his head and shrugged in dismissal. “Well,” said Caroline. “I haven’t really decided yet because I wanted to wait for …” But Bonnie couldn’t concentrate on anything Caroline was saying. Somehow Kai had managed to get under the table without moving it and he’d slipped off Bonnie’s sandal. He stroked her calf and gently ran his teeth along the bottom of her foot, making her jerk, making her gut tighten.

“Stop it,” she said quickly.

“Stop what?” said Caroline. She lowered her menu.

“Nothing. Sorry. I was just thinking about something else.”

“And I’m the drunk one,” said Damon.  

Bonnie felt Kai’s hands start to slide up from her calves to her knees … slowly he moved her legs apart and Bonnie inhaled. She grasped the side of the table. He started rubbing her hips as he kissed her inner thighs, his lips brushing against her underwear. Bonnie cleared her throat.

She needed something to do; something to distract her from making any noises.

“I think I’ll have a slider,” she said, reaching for a mini burger and shoving it whole in her mouth. Caroline looked scandalized but Damon nodded his his head.

“Impressive,” he said. “Sexy quality in a woman.”

Without warning, Bonnie felt Kai’s tongue make contact with her ache and she clenched the table harder. She hated him. She wanted to writhe, move her hips but all she could do was chew and moan, hopefully it sounded like she was enjoying the burger and nothing else. Beads of sweat prickled her chest.

“I take it the burger is good?” said Caroline slowly, her eyebrows furrowed.

“Mmmm .  . . mmmmhmmm…” said Bonnie.

“I wish that was the sound you made when you tried some of my cooking,” said Damon.

Hands gripped Bonnie’s thighs, spreading them even further apart and she could feel Kai increase the pressure, his tongue circling around and around. And she couldn’t help it. With as little movement as she possibly could, Bonnie squirmed in her chair, grinding against his movement, which only made Kai nuzzle her harder. She couldn’t take this. Her body was unravelling. She felt herself beginning to build and she needed to bang the table or clench her hair or groan, something, she didn’t know what. She was getting out of control. This was what he wanted. To drive her crazy. She hated him.

“So Damon, while Bonnie and I have been at college, studying and … you know, doing something, what’ve you been up to?”

“Well Miss Judgy Pants —”

Bonnie missed what he said next. She couldn’t concentrate. She was getting dizzy. It felt good. He felt good. And terrible. And unbearable. She was getting close… the pressure of Kai’s tongue lessened slightly and she swore inwardly. It was bad enough that he started this here but to leave her. Like this. As discreetly as she could, Bonnie put her hand underneath the table and felt her fingers brush against skin — the bridge of a nose … a forehead … hair … when she got a good feel for Kai’s head, she gently pushed him deeper into the apex of her thighs, urging him on. He continued, digging his fingernails into her skin. And she put her thumb in her mouth and bit down hard, her toes curled. Her entire body was raw, sensitive. She sighed heavily, panted. She couldn’t help it.

“What is going on with you?” said Damon.

“Yeah, Bonnie, you’re looking really flushed. Your heart is racing,” said Caroline.  “I mean if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were about to have a —”

That was it. Bonnie banged her fist on the table. “I need you two to compel everyone in here to leave and then I need you to go too,” she said. The words came tumbling out of her mouth, quick and disjointed.

There was a beat and then —

“What?”

Caroline shook her head. “Bonnie —”

“Why do you need us to do that?” said Damon.

“I can’t explain it now, can you just do it?”

“No,” said Damon. “Not until you explain why.”

“After everything I’ve done for you guys, you can’t just do this one stupid thing for me?”

“OK don’t get mad,”  said Caroline. She hesitated. “We’ll do it.”

“What? No.”

“Oh just take the bottle with you, Damon,” said Caroline. “You don’t even want to be here.”

“I want to know–”

“Let’s go,” said Caroline. “We can tell Stefan there’s been a change of plans.”

Caroline stood up from the table first and reluctantly Damon followed, picking up the bottle of bourbon as he did. But before Bonnie could celebrate success in getting them to leave, the pressure disappeared completely and the slow building in her gut dissipated until it settled. She couldn’t feel Kai anymore. He’d moved from beneath the table. Now that Bonnie was the only one sitting there, he stopped. There was no torment now, she realized, and so there was no point.

It didn’t take long for Damon and Caroline to compel all of the customers and waitstaff. “If I’m not at the dorm when you get back, call me, OK?” said Caroline.

“Of course,” said Bonnie. “Thanks, Caroline.”

Damon left without saying anything.

Everyone had emptied the restaurant and Bonnie walked quickly to the door, flipping the open sign over so that it said closed. When she turned around, Kai was visible again, standing at the bar, his eyebrows raised in arrogant triumph.

“Had a good lunch?”

His composure enraged her. She was bereft and wanting, her skin was burning. She couldn’t remember a time she’d been so physically agitated.

“Take off your jeans,” she said. It almost sounded like she was musing to herself rather than making a demand.

Kai laughed. “Bonnie —”

“OK.” She raised and lowered her index finger and Kai’s zipper came undone. “Do you want me to do the rest or can you handle it yourself?”

Even from across the restaurant, Bonnie could hear Kai clear his throat, see all trace of smug humour disappear only to be replaced with intensity; a yearning curiosity. He stepped out of his jeans. Bonnie made a forward motion with her hand and a chair at the back of the room came skidding toward her, knocking into Kai’s knees so that he was seated. She slashed the air with her finger and Kai’s feet were pinned to the floor while his arms were thrown around the chair as if his hands were tied behind his back.

Bonnie walked to where Kai was sitting, stopping just in front of him. She held his gaze and lifted her dress, hooking her thumbs into her underwear; she slid them down her legs and watched as Kai’s mouth slowly opened, as his eyes followed her movements. She moved forward and sat astride him, angling herself so she could feel him through his boxers. He closed his eyes and sighed then she kissed him. Passionately. Savagely. She mirrored her tongue’s motions with her body, swaying her hips and arching her back, squirming on Kai’s lap as she bit hard on his bottom lip. He moaned, a strangled sound deep in his throat and she writhed harder. She could feel him strain against the chair, feel him try to move his feet, his hands, feel him try to touch her, try to do something with the sensation and she could also feel his frustration at the barrier between them, at the fact that he was still in his boxers, which denied him full contact with her. Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair and then lowered his head to her chest and he started to kiss her across her collarbone. She twisted her hips, he gritted his teeth, trying to push into her but he was thwarted by his pinned feet and then quickly and harshly, Bonnie inched away from him.

He gasped in delirious confusion. “No, come back.”

He leaned forward to try and kiss her again but Bonnie moved her head further away. The veins on Kai’s face were dark, his eyes red and blazing with irritation and ripe desire. “Bonnie.

She got up so that she was in front of Kai once more but her hands were still on his lap. She inched her fingers closer to his erection and pressed against it but just barely. He swallowed hard and raised his head back. Bonnie leaned forward and Kai lowered his head, stretching his neck as much as he could so his lips could touch hers but she was just out of reach.

“You know what it’s like to be so close but so far?” she whispered, pressing her fingers against him again. “Frustrating, right?”

Kai clenched his jaw and Bonnie grinned. Slowly, she crept forward and he moved to kiss her but then she snapped her head back. He growled.

“You’ve made your point.”

She did it again.

“It’s not like you were the only one turned on at the table.” His voice was desperate.“Bonnie, please, you’re …”

“What, driving you crazy?”

“That’s putting it lightly.”

And again.

“My blood is screaming. Bonnie.”

And —

Kai leaned forward as Bonnie inched closer but instead of trying to kiss her, he lowered his head to the neckline of her dress. He grasped it in his teeth and tugged, tearing the front. Before Bonnie could react, Kai in his heightened speed moved his hands from behind the chair, took a hold of her waist and moved them both to the bar, pushing Bonnie onto its surface.

She was breathless.

“I can do magic too, remember?” he said, panting and he tore the rest of her dress so that she was completely naked except for scraps of material at her side. He reached beside him and picked up a bottle of what Bonnie thought was Scotch. He opened it and then drizzled the liquor on her body; it was warm on her skin. He bent forward, his mouth on her stomach, his tongue licking her navel. He travelled upward, lapping up the liquid, nipping at her curves, kissing her breasts; Bonnie’s body bowed off the bar.

“Bite me,” she said impulsively.

“What?”

“You heard me,” said Bonnie. She had never felt so reckless. “Bite me.”

Kai groaned and started kissing her stomach again. When his lips were just below her hip at her thigh, he looked up at her and locked his eyes, focused and ardent, with hers. Bonnie watched as his veins darkened even further, felt his excited breath on her skin; she watched the slow descent of his fangs and then he sunk into her. She cried out. First in pain but then … the feeling was almost instant. And it was overpowering. The intensity of the pleasure devastated her body; it was almost agonizing to feel so much stimulation, to feel like experiencing any more of it would kill her but like she would die if Kai ever stopped drinking from her. There was no escaping it … she could only absorb it … and pain had never felt so gratifying. Kai raised his head, his fangs exposed and bloody;  his expression was a mixture of satiation and vulgar need, hunger in the purest form Bonnie had ever seen.

“There doesn’t seem to be anything about you that I can get enough of,” he whispered. And then he kissed her; thick scarlet droplets dripped hot and slow from his mouth onto Bonnie’s, running down the side of her face and she savoured it, relished it . . . the taste of her blood on his tongue.  

Your Body Is a Weapon [19/?]

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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.”

“Sure he is.”

“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.

“Yeah I know.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to see you.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“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.

“You have to go.”

“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.

“No,” he said.

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.”

“Bonnie —”

“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?”