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nevereverthem · 6 months ago

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imagine this: cat and mouse!bonkai but they're in the real world and not the prison world

TVD Imagine request :

I'm not particularly familiar with the cat and mouse trope. However, it gave me some ideas that I wanted to share.

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1. 6x22 Damon abandons Bonnie dying at the wedding. He walks out of the venue, going straight to the hospital where Elena is waiting for him in her magic coma.

_ That's it ? He's just gonna let you die ?

Nothing. The only thing that's heard is Bonnie sobbing on the floor.

Kai walks up to her, crouching beside her dying form.

_ I admire your loyalty. But I'd like you to answer this. Why do you stay like that ? I mean, loyal to them. Clearly, it's not reciprocated.

She avoids his gaze, facing the opposite direction.

Kai cups her chin with one strong hand, turning her head back to him.

_ I asked a question.

Bonnie doesn't answer. She coughs, blood leaving her lips, running down to the newly heretic's hand.

Kai takes his hand to his face, licking the Bennetts' blood that just stained his skin. He closes his eyes at the taste, humming in contentment.

_ Delicious !

He looks back at her, searching her face. She's clenching her jaw, clearly mad, and hurt, fighting the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She doesn't want him to see her cry any more. He's not getting that satisfaction.

His smile drops a second before being replaced by a slight pout of disappointment.

_ Right. You're not in the mood. I get it.

She's dying. It won't be long now. She knows it. She can't even see straight anymore. Her vision's so blurry she doesn't notice Kai biting in his own wrist before presenting it to her mouth.

_ Drink.

At his word, she manages a confused frown, batting her eyes a couple of times. It doesn't help her vision. Although she doesn't need her sight to feel the bloody flesh brushing against her lips.

_ You dying that soon is not part of the plan.

He presses his wrist closer to her mouth.

_ Come on, Bon.

She wants to decline the offer.... but her survival instincts take over. Eyes closed to imagine someone else giving her blood, she grabs his wrist with both her fists, drinking hungrily as though her life depends on it.... which is actually the case. She could swear she hears him sigh in relief. Is it just a near death experience hallucination ? It doesn't matter. She's going to live. A bit longer that is.

When she's had enough of his blood to be completely healed, she lets go of his arm, moving in a sitting position.

_ Better ?

She glances at him, staring daggers through his eyes for a moment. A smile then grows on her face.

_ Feelings are hard, right ?

Kai scoffs, incredulous. Before he can answer, Bonnie mimics his signature wink.

_ Invisique.

She's gone.

Kai stands up from the floor, surprised, and quite impressed. He checks around him. She's nowhere to be found. That filthy little witch has learnt a lot. He grins uncontrollably, staring into space, lost in thoughts....

2. After the wedding massacre, Kai stays around, avoiding most of the fights. The Heretics settle in and take over the town.

One day, Kai receives an invitation to a party hosted by no other than Lily Salvatore. It's supposed to be a 'bury the hatchet' occasion.

The one thought that crosses his mind is the possibility of Bonnie's appearance at that 'peaceful' reunion. It's been a while since their last encounter. He can't wait. He doesn't believe one bit of this agreement bullshit. But he's not denying a little entertainment.

Once at the party, he quickly notices Bonnie in a corner, surely plotting with one of her friends.

_ May I have this dance ?

Hearing this familiar voice makes her shiver out of fear and anger. She turns to face him, repressing the desire to throw him away with magic.

_ I won't bite, I promise. At least not today.

He winks, offering her his right hand.

Bonnie looks back at the person beside her. They both nod, exchanging a knowing silence.

_ One. For peace.

He gives her a smile, repeating ironically.

_ For peace.

He leads them to the middle of the crowd, hands intertwined. He places an arm around her hip. Her hand wrapping around his neck. Bodies pressed against each other for slow dancing. They've never been this close. He's never been allowed anyway....

He's got a restricted amount of time, so he doesn't waste any. He bends his head down to her neck, whispering.

_ I know what you're planning to do. Not the details, but I can imagine. I won't stop you. I don't care what happens to them. They treated me like their personal walking blood bag. They can burn in hell. I came just for you.

They're swaying in synch, as if everything was normal.

_ You're disgusting.

_ Yeah ? You're alive because I decided so.

She huffs in disbelief, biting back.

_ You're the one who had me dying.

_ True. Let's say it's an apology for my mistake.

They keep dancing, moving accordingly to the music's rhythm. He adds.

_ You've never apologised for yours.

She abruptly steps back, frowning in confusion. She doesn't understand.

He presses her back against him. Of course she doesn't recall her mistake. Is she even aware it was one ?

The song's ending. He takes advantage of the remaining seconds.

_ I haven't forgotten how it felt.... I can't wait to taste your blood again.

The moment she finally decides to get him out of her way for good, he's gone. He doesn't reappear for the whole eventful day. He'd told the truth this time....

3. Bonnie is now under the control of the Huntress power. She has to kill vampires. She can't go against her duty. It's literally stronger than her.

The day she becomes that relentless huntress, a certain heretic makes an apparition.

_ Got yourself in trouble yet again ? You can't stop yourself, can you ?

She's almost happy to see his cocky expression staring at her in the dark. The fact that she can't refrain her killing desire might come in handy this time.

_ What are you doing here ?

He smiles at her annoyed tone.

_ I hear there is a new huntress in town. Came to introduce myself !

_ I'm gonna kill you.

_ I figured. You'd rather kill me than your friends, right ? That makes me the perfect bait.

She approaches cautiously, confusion spread on her face.

_ You're willing to die to protect my friends. Have you gone totally insane ?

He chuckles at her insinuation.

_ I'm not protecting their lives. I'm protecting yours.

She frowns, not able to stop her feet.

_ We're both aware that you've got shitty ungrateful friends....

Kai starts stepping back, keeping a safe distance between them.

_ ....still, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you ever hurt one of them.

Does he feel some sort of pity ? Is he truly trying to help her ?

_ I'm not completely against the idea of you being desperate and out of your mind....

Here it is.

_ ....but I'd rather be the reason you end up that way.

He gives her his usual psycho smile. That's more like it.

They're now walking in circles, as if slowly chasing one another.

_ You're not much of a talker tonight.

_ I have other plans.

That's when she throws herself at him, weapon in hand. One hit and he's trapped into that hell of a stone.

Luckily he's got some vampire speed to help. He dodges in time. While concentrating to avoid her attacks, he continues speaking.

_ It's funny how it's the second time you try to kill me since I've saved your life. And I'm not talking about the wedding.

The information get to her mind, but she's so caught up in the killing spree, she can't stop her movements.

_ You've never saved me. All you did was threaten me, shoot me, and leave me for dead.

When trying to reach him, Bonnie plants her sword in the nearest tree trunk, earning Kai a bit more time.

_ I was right then. They didn't tell you.

_ Tell me what ?

She takes her sword back, ready to stab him in the right place this time.

_ When you tried to kill yourself in the prison world, I came back for you.

She doesn't answer. Her anger mixes with the huntress power. Kai doesn't stop, dodging every hit.

_ You think that door opened by itself ? Nope ! I almost died doing that spell. Your ex boytoy pushed that switch 'cause I gave my last bit of strength so he could actually do it.

_ You're a liar !

He chuckles bitterly at that word.

_ How come I know your grandma told you to be strong and that's why you tried getting up ?

Bonnie's mind is stunned, but her body's still moving.

Kai's exhausted. The magic he's absorbed right before the encounter is running out. And his vampire abilities are not enough to keep on escaping her blows.

_ You'll have to ask your so-called friends. I did my best.

And just like that, he's gone, again.

Since she didn't mark him he's out of reach for now. She's got another job at hand.... Stefan.

4. Bonnie's finally back to normal. No huntress duty. No monster controlling her friends. She's found a way to get her powers back. More than that, through all the terrible events, she's had a little conversation with Damon. She's definitely not forgiven him for choosing Elena over her that very night.... But since all that happened.... They've come to a truce.

The things Kai had told her while she was under the huntress power.... That always bugged her and she finally asked Damon about it. All of it is true ! More than that, he did risk his own life to save hers. That's the least he should have done after what he put her through.... but it still itches something in her.

Since she got her magic back, as if he's felt it, she's seen the Heretic appear in random places she went to. He's always here, watching her from afar. That teasing's starting to get to her. She needs to take action before he drives her completely mental, or worse.

That's why that day she cuts her palm and casts a spell that indicates Kai's exact whereabouts. The woods, the snow.... As if he's been waiting for that exact moment. A reminder of the day it all went wrong.

_ You're late !

_ We didn't have an appointment. How-

_ Bonnie.

He smiles fondly, like he's reunited with an old friend.

_ I constantly feel your magic. It's got that special taste to it. You know, that aura.

He inhales deeply, as if he could smell it too....

_ You've been following me.

_ Told you I wanted to be the one to make you go insane. How am I doing so far ?

_ Stop that ! You were right.

Kai's stopped in his amusement, but if she wants to get to the heart of the subject, they will.

_ That's what you want me to say. That you were right. What you told me the last time was true.

_ What did I say ?

He knows perfectly what he told her, but he wants to hear the words come out of her mouth.

_ You came back for me. In the prison world. You prevented me from-

_ I did.

She's not sure if he wants to acknowledge that fact once more, or if the mention of attempted suicide is somehow too much now....

_ I did, and you left me.

_ I didn't know-

_ You could have let me back home, to the present. Then you could have just let me go or kill me, whatever. But no, you did the worst thing you could do to me. You left me in that damn prison !

His voice's louder, angrier. He's come closer, a few steps. She can feel the heat of his anger emanating from his body.

_ You're a murderer Kai ! You think I was gonna let you go ? You left me for dead.

_ And I came back ! You didn't.

She stays silent.

_ I changed, and you still left me. You didn't believe me.

_ And you murdered most of a wedding's guests because of a heartbreak ?

_ Yeah, 'cause your friends are so pure as the driven snow. That's why you forgive them every time. But I was never deemed worth it, right ? It all comes back to the same at the end.

He comes even closer, walking up to her with each word.

_ I'm not even the black sheep anymore. I'm the big bad wolf. That's what you think, huh ? Maybe you're right.

He grins wickedly. He's so close she can feel his breath when he speaks.

_ And you know what wolf do ? They bite !

The moment his eyes change colour and his fangs appear, she gets him flying away.

_ Motus !

Kai's back hits a tree and Bonnie begins chanting. Chains appear around him, binding him to the trunk.

Kai groans out of pain but he's soon composed again. He raises his head to her, pulling on the chains.

_ Getting a bit kinky ? I'm not complaining.

A playful grin on his lips, and that's what it takes for her to pull out the stake she has in her back pocket. She places it right on his chest, before his heart.

_ Oh, so that's it ? You've finally decided to kill me. What took you so long ?

He's 'calm', totally unperturbed.... He was expecting it ? And he came all the same ?

_ You want to die ?

She's horrified by her own statement. The man who fought so hard to get to live is willing to die at her hands.

_ I surely thought I'd stay on earth a while longer.... but perish at the hand of my own nemesis. What an end !

She realises something.

_ That's what you wanted last time ? When I became the huntress. You wanted me to kill you ?

_ Oh, no. I wanted to get your friends a little more time, and it worked.

_ Why ?

_ Why what ?

_ Why did you do it ? Why do you keep me alive ? You've shot me, you've stabbed me, you've brought me to the brink of death.... And you've always kept me there.

She pauses a moment. That man saved her from suicide. She's one of the few he kept alive at the wedding, even if it was out of spite and how terrible it sounds. He kept her busy when she was the huntress so her friends had more time to escape and find a way to break the link. It's hard to admit but he does cares for her in his own twisted way....

_ You're a challenge, Bonnie Bennett.

In that instant, she's attracted by his eyes. He wears so much confidence on the outside, but his eyes say otherwise. The more she looks into them, the more she seems to grasp glimpses of the man she's known. The man who said he's changed. The man who looked so scared when she stabbed him that snowy day.... She's so lost in his eyes that she doesn't catch his murmuring.

He's played with her life in that awful special way. She's gonna give him the same treatment. A final fatal encounter.

When she plunges the stake in his flesh, she hears his painful moans. Without thinking twice, she leans to put her lips against his, muffling his cries in a kiss.

She's always had that repressed desire for him. She knows she shouldn't, but it's been here since the beginning. He's reaching the end. She can at least make it slightly bearable.

When she pulls out, his cries have stopped. The stake is planted deep in his chest....

_ I'm not sure what's best. This or your blood. I'd be tempted to say your blood, but this comes close second. I say that again, I'll have another taste one day.

He did not desiccate? Why did he not desiccate ?

Her eyes go wide. She takes a huge step back, appalled. The chains fall from Kai's body.

_ Ahh, Bonnie Bennett. Still that easy to be fooled.

Kai removes the stake from his chest in one swift movement, dropping it to the ground.

_ Plastic.

He stretches his arms then cracks his neck.

_ See you soon my sweet Bonster.

He smiles warmly, gives her a quick wink, then suddenly disappears.

The man came to verbally fight. He let himself get hurt. She kissed him. He obviously siphoned the magic from the chains. And he transformed the stake into plastic with a murmured spell....

He got away. Again.

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Thank you for reading, did you like the short stories ?

I spent all night writing this. It took me basically 6 hours. That's alright.

Thank you for your suggestion 'anonymous'. I took a long time to respond and I'm sorry. I hope it lives up to your expectations. If not, please tell me more about what you expected me to write. I might understand the cat and mouse trope a lot more.

If you find any language mistake please feel free to let me know in DMs.

XO 🩷

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so-long-soldier-writes · 3 months ago

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Make Me Believe It

kai parker x bonnie bennett | requested

summary: bonnie rolls her eyes every time her grams talks of magic. no matter what the older woman says, she refuses to believe it. it isn't until she's shown magic that she starts to reconsider, thanks to one kai parker, and his particular way of getting her attention.

tags: high school au (seniors / both 18), cheerleader & popular girl bonnie, quiet kid kai; starts off mildly dubious, inappropriate behavior, eventual smut, consensual sex, library sex, magic, siphoning, light petting, oral sex, fingering

word count: 7.6k

a/n: this has taken me freaking forever and i'm so sorry!! i hope you like it, i followed the request as closely as i could!!

a/n (2): title from "the magic" by lola blanc :)

“Everybody, please turn to chapter twelve in your textbooks. We’re going to be skipping ahead just a bit for this next unit.”

Twenty-two students simultaneously pull their books from their bags and begin flipping for the page. The sound of pages turning fills the air, coupled with a light scratching of chalk on the board as their teacher makes a few notes.

As her back is turned, Kai stares a hole into Bonnie. Her search for the faraway page is entertaining, but nothing’s more priceless than the shock on her face when her textbook automatically lands on it with a big thud. She jumps, then scans the page in disbelief. Her friends glance over to her, concerned and curious. Bonnie swallows her fear.

“Must’ve been the wind,” she mutters, noting the cracked window across from her. The chilly October air isn’t too greatly welcomed by the class, but their teacher insists on having a cool breeze. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches Kai’s face. His lips are curved into a slight smile, eyes full of mischief. Anxiety races in her chest and she turns away.

Bonnie’s friends mutter something about a strong wind, but don’t comment further on the matter. Their attention is all brought to the teacher as she clears her throat and praises half of the class.

“Good job, you guys who found it so quickly. Using the index is always beneficial when you’re in a pinch. It is much faster than flipping through and hoping for the best. Now, can someone read out the summary?”

Bonnie lets out a silent thank you to whoever’s listening, as she isn’t called on to read the text. She fears her voice would be too shaky to read properly, or that Kai would hear it and save it to his memory.

This isn’t the first incident she’s had with him, nor will it be the last. The quiet kid that sits in the back of the room isn’t your ordinary quiet kid. He’s dangerous, and everyone knows it. He hasn’t technically done anything criminal, spare a few fights over the years, so there’s no substantial reason to report him, but everyone tries their best to stay on his good side.

Recently, he’s taken to Bonnie in a way that disturbs her. She can feel him watching her all the time, almost as if to study her. His posture is always relaxed, despite the stress that shows on his face; attempts to conceal it are poorly hidden by black eyeliner and cheap product. But what he can’t hide so easily is - quite literally - the trickery up his sleeve. Kai can do things she doesn’t understand, like flipping her pages or shutting doors. If she’s close enough, she can hear him whispering when he does it, or sometimes, he makes a hand gesture, and everything seems to obey. The teachers never mention it, or they’re afraid of bringing it up, and so for years, Bonnie assumes she’s imagined it. Though, as they enter their senior year and Kai’s odd behavior only increases, she’s started having doubts about her own beliefs.

When the class bell rings, Bonnie doesn’t even hear it at first. Her friends urge her from her seat with harsh pushes and clapping hands, and only after one directly in front of her face, does she emerge from her trance-like state of worried thoughts about Kai Parker. She gathers her things quickly and rushes out the door, putting on a HBIC attitude as she walks down the hall. Freshmen gawk and seniors wet their lips, but she ignores both age groups with a roll of her eyes on the way to her next class. Her friends are at her hip, donning the same attitude. They smirk as the sea of students parts for them, and at the reminder of her power in school, Bonnie internally shrugs. She is untouchable, and Kai is nothing more than one of her desperate classmates, willing to get a rise out of her with more extreme methods than most. It was just the wind that blew her page; he only smiled because she met his eyes.

Despite the rest of the day going smoothly, Bonnie finds herself walking to her Grams’ house rather than her own after school. She has her friends drop her off by the door, and laughs at their comments about her Grams’ “voodoo shit” before assuring them she’s only visiting to avoid her controlling father, not to be coaxed into trying herbs for her stress levels, nor anything else like that.

It’s no secret that her Grams is the witch of the town. Most people call her crazy, Bonnie included, but the woman insists they have magic in their blood. For years, Bonnie’s rolled her eyes every time she talks about it, but this time a stone seems to weigh on her chest. Her Grams studies her for a minute, then realizes that while she still might not believe she is a witch, she’s beginning to learn magic does exist, but doesn’t understand it. When she brings it up, her granddaughter is hesitant to talk.

“I felt like I was going crazy all day,” she finally admits, halfway through a lavender tea. “My page flipped to the exact right spot, and when I looked over to see if the wind could’ve blown it over, he was giving me this smile I couldn’t interpret.”

“Who is he, dear?”

“The weird, emo-ish kid in my class, Kai Parker.”

“Oh.”

Her tone piques Bonnie’s interest immediately. “What kind of ‘oh’ was that? Was that a good ‘oh’ or a bad ‘oh’? Do you know him?”

“I know his family, not personally, but I know of them. Be careful, Bonnie, they’re not on the best side of the tracks.”

“What does that mean?”

“The Parkers are a particular family. They have the same abilities as we do, but their morals and traditions are quite different. Kai, especially, is quite different.”

“What does that mean, ‘abilities’? This isn’t that stupid witch-talk again, is it?”

“Bonnie-”

“It is! I don’t understand, every time I come over, you try to convince me of this stuff. This is why dad doesn’t want me to come here. What are you going to tell me, Kai’s a witch, too? He can move things with his mind? Move book pages and shut doors? Don’t witches sacrifice cats and shit?”

“That’s just in fairytales, dear. Only in cases of dark magic might sacrifices be made, and never such a loyal animal as a cat. But yes, Kai would be capable of things such as those, if he has the magic to do them.”

“There’s the word - magic. Y’know, this is why everyone thinks you’re crazy, Grams.”

“Yet you still came today, and I suspect over a hunch. He made you uneasy today. He performed a spell out of the corner of your eye, and you don’t understand. It’s okay to not understand, Bonnie.”

“No, this is insane. Kai is just another off-his-rockers bullied kid, and I probably got secondhand smoke from someone’s pot, because this is crazy.”

“Bonnie-”

“I’m leaving, okay? I can’t hear another word of this.”

“Bon-”

But the door slams behind her before she can say another word.

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In practice, Bonnie almost drops someone. She’s usually a flier, but today her coach put her on base just to try it out, and while she’s usually versatile in her abilities, her mind is in a thousand different places right now. A teammate catches the girl quickly, but shoots Bonnie a glare, and their coach snaps at both for the fallen stunt.

“There’s a game coming up, and you guys cannot be messing around. You are going to get hurt.”

“If there’s a game coming up, we should be practicing in our usual positions,” Bonnie snaps.

The coach, passive when up against her best flier, caves. “I know. I was just trying something new to see if it worked. Everyone back to your usual positions.”

On the way back to their common formations, Bonnie’s friend catches her arm. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Their other friend joins the small talk.

“Yeah, just… Grams being weird yesterday put me in a mood.”

“Voodoo shit?”

“It’s always voodoo shit with her.”

“Did she give you tea?”

“Lavender, but probably something else, too.”

“Girls! To your positions!”

With each wearing a scowl at the interruption, they trudge over to their places.

Bonnie doesn’t mention Grams’ talk of Kai to her friends. Nor does she admit to them that he’s the reason she almost dropped their temporary flier, nor does she confess she didn’t sleep that night because he was on her mind to the point of obsession. Something isn’t right about Kai - everyone knows that, but Bonnie suspects that something goes far beyond anything of her comprehension. Despite seeming like no more than your typical odd-ball, quiet kid, he’s someone who should not be undermined.

The next day in class, a ball of crinkled up paper hits Bonnie in the shoulder and she scowls. She turns to her friends, but their attention is uncharacteristically on the teacher. Bonnie frowns, but right when she’s about to chalk up the sensation to her imagination, she spots a paper ball on the floor. Cautiously, she picks it up and unravels it.

You look hot in that uniform. Bet it gives the perfect little show to the people that have to hold you up. Do you think they’d accept me on the team for that job? - xx kp

Her eyes look for him before she can stop herself. Staring right at her, Kai smirks. He runs his tongue along his lower lip, eyes traveling up her legs. Quickly, Bonnie changes the way she sits, pulling her legs out from under her. It doesn’t do much for the skirt length, but it makes her thighs slightly less visible. She swallows hard and crumples the note back up, tossing it in her bag just to get it away from her. For the rest of class, she can’t focus. And all throughout the game that night, she feels his eyes on her, despite not seeing him anywhere around the field.

For days after that, Bonnie considers reporting him. Kai seems to be getting more and more vulgar, while also becoming more comfortable. He doesn’t have a routine for throwing her notes; he has no specific class period nor time at which he may send her one, making every day an anxiety-filled mystery. She finds herself peeking over her shoulder more than she’d like to admit, wondering what he’s up to back there in the corner. A shiver goes up her spine every time they make eye contact.

Like clockwork, a ball of paper hits Bonnie’s shoulder. She considers ignoring it, already anticipating the sickly feeling in her stomach from whatever he has to say now. Though, like every time, some morbid curiosity makes her pick it up. She braces herself as she unravels it, then feels her mouth go dry. This time, it isn’t a message, but a drawing of two people in an explicitly sexual position. For a moment, she’s stunned by the penmanship. The “people” look like the art models one would find in their art teacher’s classroom; she didn’t even know Kai could draw. The picture, though, featuring the male model atop the female - depicted by their length in hair, amongst other things - almost makes her gag.

Disgusted, she pushes it to the corner of her desk and looks back at her notebook.

“Ms. Bennett,” the teacher’s voice suddenly calls her, “how many times have I said that you and your friends cannot pass notes in class? This is a time for learning, not for messing around.” Before she can even react, her teacher is at her desk and grabbing the paper.

Panic rushes through her body. “Mrs. D-”

But the woman only shakes her head. “Cute.” She drops it. “But let’s send each other drawings later, okay? There’s plenty of time for that outside of class.”

Confused, Bonnie scrambles to grab the paper. Her heart drops to her toes when she sees a little dog with a ball, instead of the vulgar scene she had received. Bonnie flips the paper over twice, but there’s no evidence that the dog was anything else. It was like a trick of her mind, but she doesn’t understand how the ink had transformed into something totally different.

“Bonnie,” the teacher says again, “focus, please.”

She throws the paper into her bag and tries not to think about it.

It’s all she can think about.

Whenever she’s scared or can’t find her confidence, Bonnie always goes to her Grams’ house. But this time, with all her talk of magic and witches, Bonnie feels like she can’t. She doesn’t want to admit how much the anomaly seems like magic. She doesn’t want to know more about Kai Parker and his family. She doesn’t want to hear anything else pertaining to anything except, dare she say it, actual school.

Much like before, Bonnie doesn’t mention the picture, nor what it became, to her friends. When they ask who sent her a drawing - it being none of them - she just shrugged. “It was a piece of paper I picked up off the ground.”

She goes to her next class shaken up but doing her best to hide it. She masks well.

The notes stop for a couple days. Maybe he’s gotten bored with her.

Or maybe he knows he’s gotten under her skin.

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School starts to feel like school again after the football team’s most recent win. The players and their much appreciated cheerleaders are the school’s royalty; the kings and queens seen as to be on a pedestal amongst the others. Bonnie’s always enjoyed the attention. Regardless if she receives it out of others’ fear or fantasy, she relishes in the way it makes her feel.

As she rounds the corner to her next class, her fame seems to follow. Less popular girls’ eyes drop to the floor, and wannabe cool guys’ gazes travel up and down her body. Bonnie works on her locker combination as the sudden feeling of a hand on her waist makes her skin crawl. Looking quickly, her stomach lurches at a boy who seems to be acting on an unexpected bravery. He smiles at her with hearts for eyes, if he were a cartoon. His hand rests on her bare skin, feeling the space between the two fabrics of her uniform, and he drools as if he’s never seen a woman in his life.

“Get off me!” Bonnie shouts, jumping away.

He doesn’t though, nor does he apologize. The guy moves back towards her, reaching out once more.

“I’m going to tell a teacher!” Before she can yell for help, the guy yelps instead. Bonnie looks down just in time to see his hand being bent backwards into an unnatural position. His wrist, undoubtedly broken. The guy grabs his arm and shrinks into himself, then runs away with tears forming in his eyes. Bonnie stares, shocked, and a little scared. Then, the hairs rise on the back of her neck at the feeling of a new set of eyes on her. She looks around, only to see Kai staring at her. He gives her a small smile in response to her furrowed eyebrows. It answers nothing.

“What did you do?” She hadn’t seen him do anything, yet the question still feels relevant.

Of course, Kai only shrugs. He turns on his heels to leave, but not without flicking his wrist in the air. Bonnie’s only more confused, but then his locker door slams shut. A shudder runs through her body, but there’s no AC blowing through the vents. There’s no wind, either, as the double doors had been closed minutes ago.

Bonnie stares dumbfounded as Kai whistles on his way down the hall. She thinks of that guy’s wrist, bent so far that his fingers touched the back of his hand before returning back to normal. She could still hear the slam of the locker door reverberating in her eardrums. He had done something, in both instances, yet she had no idea what.

For the first time in her life, Bonnie wonders if what she saw could’ve been magic. She chides herself immediately, but it is technically the first thing to cross her mind. There is no other reasonable explanation for it. Maybe if it had only been one crazy thing to happen, but two together, with Kai involved in both, is too much for it to just be chalked up to coincidence.

It can’t be magic, she tells herself in class, that’s the stuff of fairytales. The air had to be on. He broke his own wrist to get a rise out of me.

He certainly did not, but she didn’t want to admit the alternative.

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“Ms. Bennett,” her teacher’s voice becomes audible, “for the third time, are you listening?”

“What?”

“I asked you if you were listening.”

“Oh. Um, yeah. I mean, I am now.”

“Good. You’ll be paired with Kai for this project.”

“Wait, what?”

“Kai Parker.”

“But I’m usually with-”

“I’m switching things up today.”

“Oh.”

“You’ll all do fine with your new partners. You’ll learn to work together, despite your differences, if any present themselves.”

“But-”

“If I hear any complaints from any of you, these will be your partnerships for the rest of the year.” Bonnie wasn’t the one to complain, but she was sure as hell about to. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The class replies in unison.

“Good.”

Bonnie refrains from looking behind her. It won’t do any good for her sudden spike in heart rate to see his likely-smirking face. It’s just her luck that she’d be paired with him. However, fearing retaliation and their teacher’s threat to make partners permanent, she keeps her mouth shut. It’s just one project. It can’t be that bad.

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They had decided to meet in the library, twenty minutes after classes, but thirty before the game, giving them a solid hour to work on the project. Kai found a spot way in the back, of course, and by the time she arrived, had laid the entire project across the table along with several supplies they’d need. She has to admit, she is lucky her partner is so prepared, because she certainly is not. This project isn’t something she’s particularly thrilled about, so she isn’t expecting to put in much effort.

“So I was thinking we would color code all the different groups of veins and muscles and bones and all that shit. It might be the easiest way to make the final product look not like a total mess. Because by the time this thing is complete, it’s going to be like the Skittles’ mascot threw up; Mrs. K really should’ve thought of that before, especially considering how most of our class has no organizational skills whatsoever.”

Bonnie almost laughs, and then realizes who she's talking to. “Sounds good,” she replies, giving him a small smile instead of an agreeable laugh.

“Okay. Cool. So do you have any kind of ideas for what color to make what? And maybe we can do different shadings for certain things? Or different mediums?” When Bonnie cocks her head in confusion, Kai explains, “like a pen for one thing. Marker for another. Perhaps, like a blue colored pencil for veins, and then a pink marker for muscle. Because it’s thicker. I don’t know, I’m drawing straws for the best way for this to look nice.”

“I think that works. Maybe we can outline where the bones would be in an orange marker. So they stick out, but aren’t too much in the way.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s good. And nerves can be purple, or maybe green, so they don’t clash with any veins. And-”

“What happened in the hall today?”

Kai pauses at the interruption. “What?”

“Y’know, by the lockers. With the guy.”

“The guy that was creeping on you?”

“Yeah, him.”

He shrugs. “Maybe he was dared to do it. Didn’t look so sure of himself.”

“No, I mean what happened to his wrist? Did you do something?”

“I-”

“And the locker slamming shut. You turned your wrist, and it closed. There wasn’t a draft. The AC hadn’t kicked on yet.”

“Did I?”

Bonnie grows agitated. She usually remains quite passive against Kai, but she knows he’s hiding something, she knows she saw something. “Don’t bullshit me! You did something.”

He wets his lips with his tongue. “I might’ve.”

“What? What did you do?”

“Would you even believe me if I told you?”

She hesitates. “Would you even tell the truth?”

“Touché.”

“What did you do, Kai?”

“Alright, honest answer, since you so strongly demand.” He rolls his eyes. “Magic.”

“Magic?” She questions. “Bullshit.”

“It’s not, actually. For example, if we didn’t feel like doing this whole project, I could just do a little finger-work, and complete most of it in a mere second.”

“Yeah, right.”

“It’s true.”

“Prove it.”

Kai bites his lip. “Yeah, about that, though… I don’t really have access to magic. As in, I can’t make it myself.”

“What?”

“It sucks, I know.”

“Then how do you do the things you do? How do you break boys’ wrists, and slam doors, and send creepy pictures that turn into other things?”

Kai smiles, as if pleased she’s remembered his notes. “I take it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I take magic. That’s how.”

“I’m not following.”

“Basically, my dad has all these books in the house,” he pauses, reading her face, “grimoires, if you will.” Bonnie freezes. That’s the term Grams uses to describe her books. Her witchcraft books. “And,” Kai’s still talking, “if I touch them, I get a little bit of the magic inside them. Then I can use it however I want.”

“Grimoires?” She plays dumb, as if she hadn’t heard the word.

“Magical books. Spell books. Potions. History. Harry Potter on steroids.”

“And you expect me to believe this?”

“Alright here, let me prove it to you.”

“I just asked you to prove it and you said you couldn’t,” Bonnie points out.

“Yeah, technically. But I can.”

“How, exactly?”

“Let me touch you.”

“What?! No way!”

“Just your arm. Just for a moment. Enough to siphon a bit of your magic to use as my own.”

“I don’t have magic.”

“Oh, yes you do.”

“No, I don’t. If I had magic, I think I would know.”

“And I think I can prove two things to you right now. Kill two birds with one stone, if you will.”

“What do you want?”

“Let me siphon you. If it works, we prove two things. One, I can do magic, and I can show you how I’ve been doing all these fun and sexy tricks.” She wrinkles her nose at the word choice. “And two, I can prove that you can do magic. Because as a witch, I can only siphon other witches. Humans don’t have magic for me to take.”

“You’re insane.”

“Want to prove it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you sure?”

Bonnie sighs, then without another word, lets curiosity get the best of her and holds out her arm. Kai smiles slightly, then takes a gentle hold of her. Within seconds, a warmth floods her body, it’s origin being their point of contact. She stares incredulously, then gasps when the skin beneath his palm turns to a glowing orange. It doesn’t hurt at first, but when he doesn’t let go for another ten seconds, her body starts to feel weak. A sharp pain stings her shoulder.

“Hey-”

Kai drops her arm immediately. “Sorry. Felt good to take without having to steal.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I have to steal it when my father refuses to let me have it. Taking it allows me to focus better; feel the magic seeping into my bones and mix into my blood. It also hurts the one giving it less than if I were to steal it.”

Bonnie’s shudders, suddenly glad she didn’t argue too much.

“Alright. You have magic. Prove it.”

Without further question, he lifts a finger and rolls a crayon across the table. Bonnie watches, eyebrows furrowed, but then crosses her arms. “That’s so basic.”

“I can do more.”

She scoffs. Then, with another swift move on his part, her skirt flies up. It hangs in the air for a split second, exposing her, before flopping back down. Bonnie scrambles, moving her legs so that there’s no chance of it flying up again.

“You’re an ass!”

“But it worked, did it not?”

“The AC kicked on.”

“Okay. Don’t believe me. It’s fine.”

“Do something else.”

“Remember what I said earlier? That this project would go by so much faster if I just used a little bit of magic?” Kai ghosts his hand over the project and all the veins are correctly drawn and labeled on the model in one fell swoop. Bonnie blinks twice in complete disbelief. “Magic,” he chuckles, “just like I said.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You would if you’d listen to your Grams. Now. Since I think we’ve done enough of this project today. Let’s do better things! Much more important things.”

“Wait-” her brain is still stuck on the mention of her Grams. How does Kai know her? How does he know about her being a witch? Why does he think Bonnie is a witch? “I’m confused.”

He sighs. “I just explained it, BonBon. I suck up magic, and then I can use magic. I bet your Grams has mentioned it before.”

“How do you know her?”

“Family friend to my parents,” he says, matter-of-factly, “ish.”

“What?!”

“C’mon, Bonnie. You don’t think two witch families live in the same town and are just unaware of each other’s existence, now do you?”

“I- I don’t know!”

“She probably hasn’t told you too much because she didn’t think you’d believe her.”

“I-”

“Yeah. Magic can be hard to understand, I get it. But I can help you, if you’d like.”

“Help me with what?”

“Understanding it better. I’ll use my magic and you can get the hang of it. Because, I mean, the project was one thing, but I think it’d really help if you could see it in action.”

“In action? What? What do you mean?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Absolutely not.”

He chuckles. “Probably smart.” Kai rephrases, “do you want more?”

She decides for a moment, then offers a confident “yes.” She wants further proof of magic. She wants to understand. Bonnie doesn’t like Kai knowing something she doesn’t. Especially when it partially has to do with her.

“Alright, I have just the thing. Now, don’t panic, just let it happen. Watch my finger.”

Bonnie expects him to close the window blinds, or move a book across the counter. What she doesn’t expect is to suddenly feel a heat between her legs; the subtle ghost of a finger rubbing under her skirt, stimulating her most sensitive nerves. It takes her a moment to realize what’s happening, then she squeezes her legs closed.

“Kai!” He stops. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“Magic.” She swallows hard and he watches her throat bob. “Do you want me to stop?”

Bonnie looks around. Their section of the library is relatively unoccupied. The woman at the desk has her nose buried in a book. Kai is giving her a look that makes her nervous, yet she can feel her body begging for more.

“No,” she weakly admits.

“Just a little more? So you can be sure it’s not a trick of your mind?”

“Yeah. That.”

He finds that funny. “Okay. That.” His finger starts to move again. Above the table, he makes circles on the wood. Atop her panties, she can feel him rubbing her clit. Bonnie bites back a moan. “Too much?”

“Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. With an annoying look on his face, he dives deeper, moving one hand for it to pet her heat, feeling the wet spot forming. He swallows cautiously, watching her face. “It’ll be easier if you unclench your legs.”

She gives him a little more room, almost unconsciously. Kai’s fingers have more room now. He finds a rhythm and takes note of the way her back arches in her chair.

“Oh god,” she mutters, “Kai.”

“Shh, don’t want anyone hearing, do you?” He’s close, suddenly. He nips at her earlobe which sends a shock down her spine.

“Shit.”

“Just let go. You’ll feel better.” Kai presses an unexpected kiss to her jaw. It startles her, much like the nip, but she doesn’t push him away. “C’mon, Bon. Let go.”

After another few seconds, she does. Kai doesn’t stop touching - magically - as she comes. He keeps his fingers busy throughout her high, admiring the deep breaths she takes to keep herself quiet. Bonnie clamps a hand over her own mouth and squeezes her eyes shut. After a moment, she rests a desperate hand on his shoulder, begging him to stop. Finally, he steadies his fingers, laying them flat on the table.

“Have you done this before? You’re good at staying quiet.”

She shakes her head quickly and it’s the truth.

“Huh. Well, is that proof enough?”

The girl reaches out and grabs his hand. She feels his fingertips for her wetness but finds them dry. “I- how?”

“Again, Bonnie Bennett, magic.” He winks, then stands up, project in hand. “Wow, um, almost time for the game. I’ll take this home and we can work on it later. How’s Tuesday work? That good? Great, I’ll see you then.” He seems to be talking more to the room than her. As if wrapping up the conversation how most study dates end could distract from what they had just done. “Oh, and Bonnie?” He leans back down to whisper in her ear. “I’d change, if you have a spare pair. Those might be a little wet.”

Instinctively, she reaches under her skirt and flinches at the wet spot that’s formed. When she looks back up to say something to Kai, he’s gone.

It takes Bonnie a minute to return to her senses. She stumbles out of the library queerishly and tries to remember which direction are the lockers. Luckily, by the time she gets there, she’s able to temporarily push out the library events, and catch her friends when they run into her arms.

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Bonnie can’t stop looking at Kai all day. On Monday, she avoided eye contact with him - every time she’d look or hear his voice, she’d remember what he’d done - but on Tuesday, as she anticipates their “study date” in the next few hours, she finds herself glancing back more than she’d like. Each time he catches her looking, he sends her a wink that spends her spinning back around in her chair. Their teacher, luckily, is none the wiser, but after the third time, her friend notices.

“What’s up with you, Bon?” She asks. Bonnie misses the question. Out of the corner of her eye, Kai waves. Her friend follows her side glance. “Did he do something to you?” Bonnie still doesn’t hear, causing her friend to snap her fingers.

“What?” She blinks wildly, coming back to the present.

“Did he do something to you? You have this weird look on your face and have looked at him, like, ten times today.”

“What? Oh. I mean, he’s just being his usual self.” Bonnie then curses herself. She hasn’t told her friends about any of it: the incident at the lockers, the siphoning of magic, the thing in the library. She hasn’t even told them, nor her Grams, that she’s been starting to actually believe the whole “witchcraft” thing. Because one, how does one go about admitting they believe in witchcraft without sounding crazy, and two, how the hell is Bonnie supposed to confess that Kai is the one that brought her to belief?! “And by that I mean, just… staring. I don’t know, I can feel his eyes on me.” She never told them about the pictures nor the notes, either.

“Want me to get him in trouble?” She raises her hand for the teacher before Bonnie can even answer, causing the girl to panic.

“No! I mean, he’s fine. He hasn’t done anything.” She lowers her hand, and Bonnie explains a little more. “Save it for when he’s being weirder, so we’re not the boy who cried wolf, y’know?”

“Yeah, yeah, smart. So how’s your project coming along?”

“Which one?”

“The one where you’re paired with him.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, that. Fine. Luckily, I think his parents are strict enough that if he doesn’t do a good job, he’ll be in trouble,” she lies easily.

“Ah. Dare I say you’re lucky? My partner didn’t even show.”

“Yikes.”

“Yep. I’m screwed.”

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“For the record, you’re not totally wrong.”

“What?”

“If I fail, my parents will be pissed. Y’know, they wanted to homeschool us, but my sister practically begged them to let us go to a real school.”

“I wonder why,” she mutters, thinking about what her Grams said about his family.

“Yeah, well, Jo wasn’t having it. And since she’s the favorite child, she got her way. As long as we’re both on our best behaviors.”

“Jo? AP Bio Jo?”

“That’s the one.”

“Huh.” Bonnie had no clue they were related. His sister’s one of the smartest - albeit most quiet - people in school. “So this is your best behavior?” She asks with a bit of snark.

“Yep. Can’t overstep my twin’s shadow, now can I?”

Twin? Well, guess they are in the same year. Kai is a mystery she continues to unfold.

“So you have to do well enough in school, but not too well?”

“Yep. Y’know what the balance is? Being smart, but no one sees it because you’re too busy being an asshole.”

“Right.”

He shoots two finger guns at her. “Exactly.”

There’s definitely something deep and dark hidden under all that, but Bonnie doesn’t feel comfortable unpacking it right now. “So… why me? Why do I always seem to be on the other end of your stick?”

“Clarify.”

“Like when you broke the guy’s wrist, or slammed your locker, why did you do it in front of me?” She pauses, then, “is it because you think I’m a witch?”

“Partly. To be honest, you should know you are a witch, but if you don’t want to admit that, that’s fine. The real reason, though, is ‘cause I like you.”

Bonnie’s surprised she doesn’t get whiplash from how fast she whips her head around to face him. “What?!”

He only shrugs. “I don’t know, you’re intriguing. See, I’ve been studying you these last couple months, first because I knew you were a witch, but then I became curious.”

“I’m not exactly comforted by the fact you’ve been ‘studying’ me.”

“Relax, I do it to everyone. You’re just the most interesting person so far.”

She’s not sure to take that as a compliment or not. “So what do you mean by ‘curious’ then?”

“Well, the way you’re not afraid to boss everyone around is attractive. You’re pretty on your own, obviously, but who doesn’t like a sassy woman? Besides,” he continues, “you just looked like someone who’d be into freaky shit.”

She scoffs, but isn’t exactly turned off by his crude words. “Like?”

“You tell me, are you a fan of magical orgasms, or is it the fact that we’re in the library that got you so wet last time?”

“I-I, I don’t know,” she stammers, taken off guard once again.

“Does that mean you need a refresher?”

“What?! Are you insane? We can’t do that again.”

“Oh please. Tell me it’s not the only thing you’ve thought about.”

“Well of course I’ve thought about it, it’s a little hard to forget what it was, but it cannot happen again!”

“What, scared of getting caught? Or scared of admitting you like it? Or, could it be you’re scared of seeing my magic again, scared to admit we’re both-”

“Don’t even say, ‘witches’.”

“-Supernaturals,” Kai says instead.

“Oh my god. Okay. Fine. Maybe one of those. Maybe all of the above.”

“So a no on the refresher?”

“We have to work on this project,” she insists, eyeing the students on the other side of the bookcase.

“Alright, then. Project time.”

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Some hour into working - actual working - on the project, Bonnie starts to get restless. Kai’s behaved ever since she shut him down, but now it seems he’s getting antsy again. He looks like he’s doing nothing, but she can say she knows him better than that. A quiet Kai is a scheming Kai. The way his hands are resting still on the table, eyes are focused intently on the paper model, make her suspicious. When a familiar warmth starts to excite her body, coupled with a tingling sensation down her spine, she calls him out.

“Stop doing that.”

He looks up, noticeably caught off guard. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Yes, you are. You’re doing your ‘magic’ thing.” She lowers her voice on the certain word.

Kai chuckles. “Um, nope. I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I can feel it.”

“Are you sure that’s not just you wanting it? Because I don’t even have any right now.”

“Prove it.”

He tries to move the markers but can’t. The gesture towards her skirt does nothing.

“How do I know you’re not faking?”

“Why don’t you just admit you want it?”

“What?”

“You’re feeling things that aren’t there. Obviously you want something from me, and it isn’t my impeccable nerve drawing skills.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Says the one with the desire literally emanating off her. C’mon, you don’t think I can’t feel you staring at me?”

Bonnie says nothing. As much as she hates to admit it, he’s right. All day, her mind has been replaying the memory over and over, and if she’s honest, she’s getting pissed off at him right now, for pretending like he actually wants to do the project, instead of other things that he clearly would rather do instead.

She shrugs, still refusing to answer. In a way, that’s an answer in itself.

“Alright, let me finish this last nerve.”

“You’re on my last nerve.”

Kai chuckles, dimples indenting the sides of his face in a way that annoys her. It makes him look cute. She does not need to think he looks cute.

He puts his marker down and gives her a suggestive wink. “I’mma do something a little better this time. Less magic, something more… involved.”

“That doesn’t sound good coming off your tongue.”

“I think you’ll feel differently about my tongue in a couple minutes,” he says, suddenly dropping below the table.

She freezes, then turns to find where he went, gripping the rounded wood. “Wait, what are you doing?!”

“Magic makes you nervous, I get it. There’s other ways to have a good time.”

“Are you insane?!” She finds him between her legs, dangerously close.

“Uh, yeah, actually.” Bonnie rolls her eyes. “Just relax! No one’s around.”

The thought isn’t that much of a comfort, yet she unconsciously starts to pull at her skirt anyway. She glances around nervously as he moves in, strokes her leg to get her to inch off the seat, then kisses her inner thigh as soon as he gets access to it.

“You just have to be quiet,” he says.

“You just have to shut up,” she retorts, running a finely manicured hand through his hair and scratching slightly.

Kai smirks against her skin, still pressing kisses to it, then brings his attention to her core. To his surprise, she shifts to help him remove her panties, before returning her hands to his hair.

“Be quiet,” she tells him, anxiety rising.

“You be quiet.”

She speaks through clenched teeth. “Kai, I’m serious.”

“Relax,” he repeats, “you’ll be fine.”

She hates him seeing her nervous like this, and that anxiety is almost strong enough to make him push her away, but then he spreads her legs further, and presses his tongue flat against her core, and she gasps out of surprise before covering her mouth.

“Shit,” she mutters. Bonnie opts to lean forward more, blocking the view better for anyone who might unexpectedly walk by. She grabs a pencil to look busy, then puts it in her mouth to shut herself up instead.

Kai flicks his tongue between her folds, tasting her arousal as it builds. He keeps both hands on her inner thighs, keeping her legs open despite her innate urge to squeeze them together. He moves his lips to her clit, sucking the small bundle of nerves, and sending jolts of pleasure straight down her spine. Bonnie bites hard into the pencil. One hand dips below the table to find his hair again, desperate to hold onto something. Kai’s only encouraged by this. He rolls his tongue around her clit in circles, not stopping even when she’s digging her hand into his scalp.

“Oh my god, Kai,” she whispers, legs beginning to shake. Her jaw tightly clenched around the pencil was getting sore, but the minute she let up, his name slipped from her lips.

She puts her fist into her mouth instead.

“Shhh,” he playfully chides.

His focus is back on her core now as he lets his tongue explore. His nose is pressed up against her skin, so the next breath he remembers to take goes straight to her heat.

Bonnie’s overwhelmed with pleasure, yet desperate for more. She’s about to complain when he stops for a moment, but then a finger replaces where his mouth had just been, and his tongue returns to her clit.

His unexpected finger in her core sends a shiver throughout her body. She’s wet enough that he adds another almost immediately. Bonnie can feel her arousal dripping from her body, without her panties to catch it, and she tries not to cringe.

“Fuck.” She’s finally getting close. He works on her clit like he’s starving. His fingers hit her favorite spot.

“Want a little something extra?” He pauses to ask, eyes twinkling with danger.

Bonnie’s not sure if he’s talking about magic, but she doesn’t care. She’s embarrassed when those words fall from her lips. “I don’t care, just don’t stop.”

Smirking slightly, Kai does as he’s told. He finds the same rhythm he was using a second prior, bringing her back to the edge before she could lose it completely. He then focuses on the hand holding her inner thigh from closing in on his head and siphons. Bonnie struggles to hold back a whimper, then audibly clamps a hand back over her mouth. She makes a fist again, biting down hard.

Kai only siphons enough to make her finish, then stops. He relies on himself to do most of the work, not his magic. He fingers her throughout her orgasm, only stopping when the sounds become too loud contrasting the quietness of the library. He licks at her clit until she releases her tight grip of his hair.

Relief shudders through Bonnie as she’s finally snapped. Tension releases from her shoulders, causing her to momentarily slouch onto the desk. Kai laps at her arousal, cleaning it up as much as he can, before ducking his head out of sight. He reemerges a second later, eyes glossy. Bonnie turns to him, still breathing hard.

“Holy shit.”

“Any regrets?”

“Hell no.”

He runs his tongue along his lower lip, still wet from her. The sight sends another shockwave throughout her body. The sudden desire to kiss it off him rises, but she fights it. She doesn’t want to make things intimate between them; they’ve become close enough the last couple days.

“Do you?” She returns the question, wanting to ask something, but not sure what.

Kai raises an eyebrow. “Do you even have to ask?”

Bonnie smiles before she can stop herself. Her gaze drops to the floor.

“Can I ask something?” He’s hesitant, not quite where he stands with her now. Does this make them friends? Friends with benefits? Classmates with benefits? Classmates with secrets?

“What?”

His question has nothing to do with the thousand that swirl about in his mind.

“What made you change your mind?”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, you know my rep around here, and I know I freaked you out for a while-”

“You still freak me out.”

He chuckles. “So what made you change your mind enough to trust me? To let this happen, not once, but twice?”

She crosses her arms, stubbornly, but at the raise of one of his eyebrows, sighs and lets her guard down. “Maybe seeing how your magic works ‘changed my mind’,” she makes quotation marks with her fingers. “My Grams is always so… enthusiastic about the way she talks about it. I think your dull voice helps tone it down.”

“Nice save.”

Bonnie actually laughs. “It’s less daunting, I guess.”

“And seeing it in action like this helps, I bet,” he teases.

“Maybe so.”

“Well, on that note, you have practice soon, and I should find Jo before she leaves me here. But, uh, we're still good to meet Thursday?”

“Yeah. And maybe… if you really say I’m a witch, too, you can help me tap into that, so I can cheat on some of these really boring assignments.”

Kai snorts. “Only if you let me siphon occasionally.”

“Only if this never gets out to anyone.”

“Ditto.”

“Then we have a deal.” She agrees. “Oh! And another thing, this,” she points in between them, “won’t be the last time, okay?”

“Deal.”

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