A/N: Guess who's back. Back again. You know how it goes. I am pretty ashamed of my tardiness, but let's not dwell on my mistakes and let's instead celebrate the Bonkai goodness! I have a million people to thank in the Bonkamily for being so lovely and supportive of this fic and reminding me I need to update already so, here it goes: Thank you, hons, I love you all. Since it's been a while, I'm gonna get straight to it, but don't doubt for a second that I don't appreciate all your reviews, anon or not (gonna get back to answering them soon!)

I hope you enjoy this update, bbies!

P.S. Len's "Steal My Sunshine" for this chapter which might seem like the complete opposite of Depeche Mode until you really figure out the dark side of the phrase "steal my sunshine". Anyway, couple of reminders: Kai is still a psychopath in this fic, Bonnie and Kai are still stuck in 1994 (but soon to be out) and they've just had really crazy sex. So, proceed!

Chapter 8: Good Girl Record

I know it's up for me

If you steal my sunshine

Making sure I'm not in too deep

If you steal my sunshine

Bonnie wasn't sure she heard him right through the haze of after-sex and heady magic.

"You're a virgin."

"Well, not anymore." He looked so proud of himself she could have smacked him.

"That's -"

"A problem for you. Since you took my virginity away, you kind of owe me one."

"Excuse me?"

"Hello? Future coven leader and badass warlock over here. Yes, my virginity is super precious. So, I'm going to have to write you down for a favor. Which I will cash in, in the immediate future."

Bonnie snorted, weaving her fingers through his tousled locks. He was sweaty and gross and smelled of burned-out magic, but then again, so did she. She didn't mind it so much at the moment. It was a perverse, but comforting afterglow.

"Let me guess. The favor is sex."

"Yuuup. After we get back to the real world, that is. I don't want to find out you just used me for my body. It's not a fling if the second time happens in a different location."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, as if this was all some very light banter between two innocent people who had just met, connected and exchanged bodily fluids of their own accord. Except, all of that was tainted with manipulation and murder in their case.

"Where did you hear about that rule?"

"Read about it in Sassy."

Bonnie raised her head slightly to meet his eyes. Kai, for once, looked defensive. Almost cute. His eyes widened.

"What? It's a cool magazine."

"Called Sassy?"

"Don't judge a book by its cover…or name. They're badass. They did a whole spread on The Breeders."

"Is that a new rabbit species?"

"Oookay, I am going to ignore the fact that you are Breeders-ignorant and I will make you some mix tapes. Which you will have to listen to, as part of your musical education," he drawled, rubbing small circles between her breasts.

"Mix tapes? God, that's so high school. And no longer a thing, by the way."

"Fine. I'll get you vinyl, you snob."

Bonnie chuckled. "No, it's just – you're treating this like we're going steady or something."

Kai pursed his lips. "I'm not doing that. I'm just trying to expand your horizons. Music-wise. Magic-wise."

Bonnie sighed. Play time was over. Maybe it had never even begun.

"Kai. When we get back home, we don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

He shifted away from her, raising himself just enough to leave her cold and exposed. Bonnie covered her chest with her hands. Her clothes were burned by now, but the car had been salvaged and their luggage was in the trunk. She had to cover herself up. But first, a shower. No. A beer. Or just anything to dull the weird pain in the middle of her forehead. Regret or self-loathing. Or both. She didn't want to deal with either right now.

"Like it's some shameful secret? That could permanently damage your good girl record?" he taunted, half-cajoling, half-bitter.

Bonnie started brushing off the ash and dirt on her skin. The beer could wait. A shower was in order. She wouldn't be able to wash off the feel of a forty-year old psychopath inside of her, but it was a start.

"You wouldn't understand these things since you don't care about, well…anyone, but I have friends and people I love. And they expect me to not pull this kind of stunt."

"Stunt? Was I that good?" he quipped, wriggling his eyebrows.

Bonnie gritted her teeth and made him stumble out of the car with a well-placed Motus. Kai laughed as he hit the asphalt. He got up quickly and brushed off the debris. He looked terrible. She imagined she looked the same. Not unlike two corpses who had escaped from the morgue. God, who was she right now?

"They'll find out you killed your whole family. And then, they'll think I'm insane or sick or both for sleeping with you," she clarified without batting an eye.

Kai mulled over her words as he stood stark naked in the middle of the road.

"Not when they see this bod."

She threw his boxers in his face. He caught them with a grin and slipped them on with an elegance she almost envied. Psychos had it so easy in the conscience department.

"And when they find out I slept with you," she continued, trying to ignore the fact that she was very naked too, "they'll think you forced or tricked me into it. And they'll kill you."

Kai smirked. His eyes turned a cool shade of cobalt as he considered her predicament. He was clearly not very bothered about his own potential demise.

"I don't know what should insult me more. The fact that they think I'd get off on unwilling victims – which hey, only when I murder, okay? – or that I'd have to trick them into liking it."

"Kai."

"Fine. What you're actually telling me is, you want to keep us a secret because you're afraid they'll kill me. Because you don't want them to kill me. Because you're a big ol' softie."

"No. I was only telling you what is in your best interest. It's only fair."

"Right, right. So if one of your friends were to rip my head off, you'd be dandy about it."

"I don't know how I'd be. But if you think this little tryst means more than –"

Kai cut her off in an instant. "You're making it mean more by worrying what your friends will think. Like I'm the new boyfriend you're introducing to the family."

Bonnie glared daggers at him. "You know what? I believed your little sob story about your dad being an oppressive bastard. I believed that you grew up in a messed up home. I also believe that you have a mental condition which prevents you from empathizing too much. So, maybe I get that those murders are not one-hundred-percent your fault. But I'm not all the other people who will judge you and hate you when we get back home. So don't bite the hand that feeds you. Right now? I'm the only person in your corner and I'm only here because we're stuck in this hell together."

Kai's smirk had vanished completely. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying don't push it. Stick to the plan and keep your mouth shut."

"I am."

"Then you promise not to tell anyone about this?"

Kai heaved a dramatic sigh and knocked his boots together. At least he still had those on his feet.

"Sure."

"Sure is not a yes."

"Jesus, are you gonna be like this when we do it again?" he asked in a highly annoyed tone, which surprised her since he was generally cool about pretty much everything.

"I don't think there's going to be a second –"

"Yes, there will be. You owe me. Virginity deal, remember?"

"Kai, our deal was, I'd be your friend once we got out of this place and you'd be on your best behavior. Well, mildly good behavior. That was our deal."

He snorted. "So? Friends can sleep together."

Bonnie groaned. "No, they can't."

"Why not?"

She wondered if being stuck in the same year for two decades had completely burned out his people skills, if he'd had any to begin with.

"Do you know anything about these things, Kai? They usually don't end up well."

"Yeah…because one of the people involved in the sex gets attached to the other person and ruins everything. Read that in another Sassy number."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's not going to be a problem here."

Kai raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. You seem like the clingy type."

She aimed another attack spell at him, but he blocked it easily.

"It's about morality, you idiot. I can't make this a habit after everything you've done. We're still on different sides, no matter how many deals we make. You're still a bad person."

Kai shrugged his shoulders. "I get it. We're Romeo and Juliet."

"Ugh. Not the goddamn point and no."

"You're right. The point you're making is, you'd want to keep knocking boots but your conscience won't let you."

"I said no such –"

"Ahem." Kai scrunched up his face and raised his voice to imitate Bonnie's pitch. "Oh Kai, I can't make this a habit because you're a bad person. But if I could get away with it and no one knew, I totally would let you rock my world for a second time. And a third."

Bonnie put her face in her hands. I've made a huge mistake.

Later that night, Bonnie was still too sore to move, much less press the button to change the channel on the sappy Bodyguard rerun playing on TV. She was wrapped up in a comfy bathrobe which sported small blood stains all over, as if she'd just recently done a bad job of shaving herself. She was letting her body heal the old-fashioned way. Kai's magic was going to expire soon and she didn't want to push it. She had never been so tired in her life. Albeit, she'd never set a gas station on fire, and another person, and then had sex with that person in an inflamed car.

But this prison world was like the 29th of February. It didn't count. She was going to wipe it clean when she got back home. None of this was going to weigh on her in any shape or form.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE KEVIN COSTNER GETS TO MAKE OUT WITH WHITNEY HOUSTON?"

Bonnie pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I MEAN LOOK AT HIS PIGEON FACE! WHITNEY DESERVES BETTER. WAIT FOR ME, WHITNEY. I'M COMING FOR YOU!"

She was too spent to yell back at Kai to shut his damn mouth. Of course he was staying in the next room, and of course he was also watching the Bodyguard rerun. To add insult to injury, the motel walls were incredibly thin and every little motion was heard on both sides. That, and Kai's loud commentary.

"DO YOU THINK YOU COULD SHARE ME WITH WHITNEY HOUSTON? OR WOULD YOUR JEALOUSY GET IN THE WAY OF OUR ROMANCE?"

Bonnie closed her eyes. I had sex with that. Shame on me.

But she was weirdly relieved. Not about the sex. She was quite sure that Elena and Caroline's horrified faces would turn this into the most regretted event of her adult life. She was a little bit more relaxed, however. There had been this weird tension between them, like a dark cord that kept pulling them together. This…attraction or whatever it was had clouded her judgment. But now she'd gotten it out of her system. She was strangely reminded of her time with Expression. That had been another dark friend who had lured her into something she was not ready for. But she had ridden that bad wave and gotten out of it with a couple of unearthed skeletons, and a much thicker skin. She would do the same thing now.

Her eyes were fluttering shut. She was falling asleep. Something told her to stay awake, though. Something about Expression. How it was so similar to what was happening to her now…

She fell asleep.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Funny. The beat reminded her of a drum kit being tapped over and over again. She remembered Mystic High. The band marching with the cheerleaders to the same rhythm. The same thump, thump, thump. She had been a short-skirt kind of girl back then. Sunny smiles and flirtatious looks. Maybe she was still her, deep down where no one liked to look. Because it was better for everyone if she was the designated adult. Her Grams used to say adults make more mistakes than children.

She'd be right.

"Rise and shine, sleepy-head."

She rubbed her nose against the fluffy cotton and smiled, remembering her Grams' cinnamon waffles. Her arms stretches and embraced a body that was far too lean and smooth to be Sheila's.

She blinked, letting in the first rays of light.

"See? Friends can sleep together. You're doing a fine job of snoring all over me."

Bonnie lifted her head up too fast and got a dizzy spell.

"Ouch!"

A cool hand was pressed to her forehead. He was cradling her head, staring into her eyes with a look that was clearly fabricated. No one looked this concerned over a headache.

"Easy there, tiger. The whole team's counting on you."

Bonnie wanted to swipe his hands away, but her arms were trapped under his back. She was lying on top of him and somewhere along the way, she had reached out and hugged him, like a pillow you hold in the middle of the night to keep you safe.

She wanted to barf. Kai was the opposite of safe.

Bonnie realized she had been sleeping on his chest, hence the loud thumping in her head.

"You have a heart. Good. Now I know I can rip it out of you for breaking into my room!" she hollered.

"And getting into your bed," he added for her with a shit-eating grin.

"You don't know how badly I want to kick your sorry ass –"

"What if I make it up to you with a cup of going-down-on-you?"

Bonnie made a face. "Gross, Kai."

"You shouldn't have such low self-esteem, Bon. Your lady parts are quite –"

"Say one more word about my lady parts and rot for another twenty years in 1994."

"Fair enough. But you're depriving Bonnie Junior of some morning rejuvenation."

Bonnie didn't even use magic. She hauled herself at him, which was easy to do since she was already covering most of his body.

"Ow!" he yelped, covering his nose. She punched him in the jaw and hitched a knee into his ribs.

Kai tried to fight her, but she was like a skittish horse. He had to pin her wrists to overpower her and even then, she still tried to hit him in the groin.

"And to think I saved myself for you," Kai chided with faux-disappointment.

Bonnie didn't like how disarmed and carefree he looked as he towered over her with that puppy-dog face. There was too much light and laughter in those blue eyes. And then she had a stupid flashback to Romeo + Juliet, because that's exactly how Leo DiCaprio had looked at Claire Danes when they were frolicking in bed in the only cool scene in that boring movie. Stupid Kai for bringing up Romeo and Juliet.

"Why the hell are you in my room?" she demanded angrily, pushing the cheesy imagery out of her head.

"I wasn't kidding about your snoring. Thin walls. Couldn't sleep."

"You're full of shit."

Kai smirked. He bent his head and pressed a light kiss on her lips.

Bonnie tried to look disgusted and outraged, but she mostly just wanted to melt into the bed and maybe into him.

What is wrong with you? Snap. Out. Of. It.

"You want proof? I recorded you. It's all on the camcorder. I deleted all the pointless videos of you and Damon, of course. Had to make room for our cuddling. Oh yeah, you suck at cuddling. I mean I don't know how you were raised, but sitting on me is not cuddling -"

"Wait, you deleted my videos…why would you do that?"

Kai looked sideways for a split second and laughed uneasily. "Um, cuz they were lame? And you were worried I'd be the most embarrassing thing you'd have to explain. What about Retro World with Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore?"

"Get off me."

"Why –"

"Get. Off. Me."

"Bonnie –"

"Do you know what those videos mean to me? Do you? Damon is my friend. He was my only friend -"

"Bonnie, come on –"

"And we found a way to cope with our shitty existence in this inferno and you have the nerve to make fun of that?" she yelled into his face.

Kai's eyes turned predatory. He was surveying her like a practiced hunter who had to put a wild animal down.

"So. That's what all of this has been about. That's why you want to keep this a secret. You're afraid he'll find out," he spat derisively.

"Of course I don't want him to find out –"

"Right. Because Damon Salvatore is the only bad guy worthy of your holy righteousness. I got it."

He rolled off of her and stalked out of the bed.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Kai laughed in that eerie, broken way he did when he was about to gut someone.

"Oh, you must be so worried that Thomas Jefferson won't want to get into your saintly pants once he knows who else got into them."

Bonnie bunched the bed sheets in her fists, ready to throw them at his head. "You have got to be kidding me –"

"Go on and deny it."

"I don't have to deny anything because you're an asshole and an insane asshole, to top it off!"

"Then you'll tell him what we did?" he countered, turning on her.

"Absolutely not!"

"Why?"

"Because I'll lose his respect!" she bellowed.

For a split-second she thought she saw kid Kai, a little boy who had been wronged by the world and who was going to lash out in the only way he knew how. His eyes went slack and his body closed off.

"Right. Must not lose Damon Salvatore's respect," he repeated with an empty smile. "Get dressed. Virginia's an hour away."

He stomped out of her room as if she had been the one to invite him there. She would have laughed if her insides weren't churning. Of all things to feel, she wasn't supposed to feel guilt. She had been right. He was insane and an asshole. Damon would be right to lose respect for her.

Although, he had slept with many bad choices himself. Except she was expected to be the adult who makes all the right choices.

Adults make more mistakes than children, Grams had once said.

Would they accept this mistake? Would Damon?

And what about her? Had she accepted this mistake? No. But she could not erase it. It was part of her now, whoever this new person was.

It could be easy to blame it all on Kai, but in the end, she was still Bonnie Bennett and she had slept with the enemy. Without much fore or after thought.

He had to walk it off.

Just like the time Jo had tried to "borrow" his crayons. He had known, from the moment she picked them up that she wouldn't give them back. He had nearly scooped an eye out for that. You don't take other people's stuff. Damon Salvatore and all those other ungrateful idiots couldn't take away what he had molded. Maybe he was territorial, but Bonnie Bennett was becoming a new thing and it was his new thing, his design. The girl had his magic running through her veins. He was going to make her perfect. And if anyone tried to take what was rightfully his, he would make them pay a price so steep that they'd never think of touching her again.

Especially Damon Salvatore.