A/N: A million apologies for the lateness of this update! When you lose the feeling, you lose the feeling, and I definitely lost my Caroline/Bonnie feelings in season 3. It was a Caroline/Elena scene in episode 14 that rubbed me the very wrong way. But I never forgot this story! The majority of it was already completed and I kid you not, the document has been opened on my computer this ENTIRE time. Just waiting for me to come back to it.

I desperately, desperately, desperately wanted to make Caroline and Bonnie have an argument about Matt (remember at this point in season 2, Caroline was trying to get back with Matt? Remember she was going to meet Matt to talk about "Them" before she was kidnapped?) and Jeremy, but I decided it didn't fit after all this time. The chapter would have been way too long. And I can always write a sequel. Or extend this story.

Happy Valentine's Day and enjoy!

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Caroline paced her bedroom and patted her chest as she tried to calm down. She'd show up. She would not use her vampire hearing to try and figure out what was taking her so long. Had it even been that long? She heard the faucet in the bathroom start running and seconds later it stopped. She went to stand at the foot of her bed. Bonnie's steps approached the bedroom, and she was sure her blood stilled when Bonnie's feet did. The door handle turned slowly and she started to smile. It opened and in walked the object of her affection. She didn't care that she was downright beaming as a result. She didn't care that she had her hands clasped to her chest and her shoulders were lifted like the most amazing thing had happened. It helped that Bonnie was also smiling.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and closed the door behind her. She touched her tongue to the inside of her teeth. She still tasted the honey as she had only rinsed her mouth, but it was less sweet now. She met Caroline halfway and reciprocated her kiss. She caressed her naked waist, felt the warm skin, and the undead flesh made her fingers vibrate. She opened her mouth and accepted her tongue, and as they teased each other, she moved her hands up Caroline's bare back.

Caroline stepped closer, her hold on Bonnie's waist firm.

Bonnie moved her hands down and didn't stop when she hit the waistband of Caroline's underwear. She slowly moved over the humps of her bottocks and then encountered bare flesh.

Caroline broke the kiss, surprised at the contact, and Bonnie removed her hands in a hurry. She would've stepped back if not for Caroline's grip turning iron strong around her waist. "No."

Bonnie exhaled heavily. She didn't know where to look.

"Do it again," she encouraged quietly.

Her breath was lodged in her throat. She grabbed Caroline's ass cheeks and smiled when Caroline smiled. She flexed her fingers and then squeezed the handfuls. Caroline stepped flushed against her, and they resumed kissing, Bonnie grazing her knuckles against her ass.

Caroline immersed her hands in Bonnie's hair and caressed her scalp. She once more freed Bonnie of her shirt and bra, and then she unbottoned and unzipped her jeans, leaving her in her wet underwear. She hooked her indexes in the waistband of the bikini undergarment and fondled the exposed skin with her thumbs. She looked into Bonnie's eyes and saw enthusiasm and yearning to match her own. She pulled at the waistband and slipped the garment off, and then she stepped back.

"Oh come on," Bonnie complained, putting her hands in front of herself.

"Don't," Caroline whined back. "I wanna see."

Bonnie huffed and removed her hands, exposing herself.

Caroline took in her neatly trimed muff, the jet black hair covering her mound perfecly, not a follicle at the corners of her pussy.

Just as Bonnie wondered how long she planned on staring, Caroline moved forward and grazed her knuckles on her pussy, smiling at the texture of the short hairs against the backs of her fingers.

Bonnie wet her mouth and cleared her throat. "I like the design you have on yours."

"The landing strip? I get that through waxing. It's much better now that I'm a vampire." Normally she gives someone her full attention when she's talking to them. Normally she maintains eye contact, but Bonnie's pussy felt very good against her hand, and the smell of her arousal was getting stronger, drugging her.

"Oh. Then maybe I don't wanna do it." Bonnie had waxed her eyebrows twice before, and she waxed her underarms regularly. She was not going to do that to her vulva, her vulva that Caroline was still stroking.

"I've been thinking of doing something to freak the lady out. Since I'm a vampire now, I have to pretend to feel the pain, you know? Well I keep thinking of going in one day, and when she rips it off, I just look at her."

Bonnie burst into surprised laughter. "You should do that! Oh my God," she said, imagining the woman's face.

Caroline was mesmerized by how relaxed she looked, by her open smile, and by the light in her eyes. She gave her a kiss before she could calm down from her mirth. "You're beautiful." And she realized she meant that with all of her heart. She wanted to repeat it a thousand times to make sure she believed her, to make sure she knew just how sincere she was being. "You're gorgeous."

On the downstroke this time, she traced the lining of Bonnie's slit with her middle finger.

"Thank you," Bonnie murmured. She opened her legs so that Caroline's finger could actually get somewhere. The blonde stepped forward and grasped her ass as she continued to stroke her slit.

Caroline focused on how wet Bonnie was. This wasn't the first time she'd touched another woman's vagina. She'd touched Elena's and the other girl had touched hers once when they were eleven. Needless to say, this situation was completely different. It wasn't simple curiosity; there were no giggles; there was no discomfort from lack of knowledge about the pleasures of the body, nor was there any fear about how good it felt. She now knew what she would be getting out of Bonnie by continuing what she was doing with her finger. She felt Bonnie's hood pull back as her clit grew. She swirled her finger at her opening, gathering the thin liquid, smiling at the fact that more was coming. She held Bonnie close and breathed and was satisfied when bonnie matched her breaths to hers.

Bonnie held Caroline's arms for support, and Caroline added to her rhythm, now swirling her finger around Bonnie's clit every time she reached it. She smiled when Bonnie finally broke eye contact; she noticed that one of her arched brows now twitched. Bonnie started shifting from foot to foot; she swallowed and blinked more, and visibly focused on the wonderful pressure on her clit. Caroline kissed her and swallowed every breath she expelled, her hands all over her ass, and she made the swirls on Bonnie's clit last longer now. Bonnie brought herself closer to Caroline, and Caroline took that as a hint to increase what she was doing. She focused only on Bonnie's clit, drawing the circles faster and augmenting the pressure.

The change slowed Bonnie's orgasm, but the pattern eventually coaxed it back and she ground insistently into Caroline's finger. She whimpered and held her shoulders, not knowing whether she wanted to pull her closer or push her away, whether that be to stop her completely or to slow her orgasm again. The grinding of her hips increased, and Caroline joined in, twisting her own hips, creating a kind of sensual dance, one that turned both of them on. The sounds coming from Bonnie were delicate and fragile and they combined with the movement of their bodies to drive Caroline's libido into a frenzy.

Caroline let go of Bonnie's ass, grabbed her hair to tilt her head back, and kissed her neck. The gasp that emitted from Bonnie made her increase the pressure once more. She felt Bonnie's hips buckle, and she sucked on the skin just below her pulse. She closed her eyes and swam in the blood rushing below Bonnie's skin. Bonnie's hips started losing the rhythm and Caroline left her neck and held her ass once more, forcing her to keep the pace. She bit her lip as she ground her own pussy on nothing but air, her hand seperating her mound from Bonnie's pussy. Bonnie's pleasure face enthralled her, pulled her own natural lube to the edge of her entrance.

Bonnie sucked air between her teeth, her orgasm nearing. She closed her eyes, and her face tightened, frown lines appearing on her forehead. She rolled her hips onto Caroline's finger and gasped at the delicious feeling between her legs, at the fact that she was finally getting her release, simultaneously wanting it to last and wanting to hold it at bay so she could enjoy that sweet moment right before she tumbled into ecstasy. On broken breath, she came, holding on to Caroline, unable to control the rush of air that came out of her, her legs trembling, her pussy convulsing, her hips bucking and trying to go out of control with the need to hunch down on Caroline's finger, but her partner held her hips in place. She prayed Caroline wouldn't stop. She continued to come, and the standing position, the way she was almost squatting, made her orgasm stronger. She gasped the last vestige of her orgasm, a loud huff of air coming out of her, and then she rested her head on Caroline's chest and kissed her breast when she continued to stroke her buzzing clit.

She took a deep breath and blew it out. When she lifted her head, Caroline took her finger away.

Bonnie looked even more relaxed than before. Her eyes had a heaviness to them, and Caroline felt as if she was for the first time seeing what pleasure on another person's face looked like. She wanted to keep the glassy look in Bonnie's eyes right where it was. "Finally," she snarked, as she rubbed Bonnie's come between her fingers.

"What are you talking about?" Bonnie asked. Having came, she now had a propensity to smile.

"Well I know this is what you intended to do this morning."

She frowned. "Wait. What was that this morning?"

"I wanted to do this for you. I didn't want you touching yourself. I wanted you to wait."

"Well congratulations, I spent half the day mad at everything."

Caroline smiled widely, indeed pleased with herself. "But was it worth it?"

"Yeah," Bonnie tried to play like it wasn't a big deal, "It was worth it."

"Good." She couldn't wait to taste her.

Without a word, Bonnie took off Caroline's bra and set to sucking her breasts. It caught Caroline by surprise. She had expected ceremony and some hesitation. The fact that it hadn't gone according to her vision delighted her.

Bonnie softly licked her puckered peach nipples. She sometimes wished her breasts were as big as Caroline's. The latter's aren't that big, but they sure are bigger than hers. Her fingers were slender and soft as they fondled Caroline's breasts, her thumbs occasionally dusting her nipples, and Caroline held her hands as if helping her. They kissed as Bonnie imprinted her hands on her chest.

She glided her hands down Caroline's sides until she rested on the straps of her underwear. Usually she grimaced when Caroline wore this shade of yellow, but today was different. "Get on the bed," she said and walked forward, forcing Caroline to walk back.

Caroline grinned when the backs of her knees hit the bed. She fell on it and scooted back while Bonnie prowled toward her on all fours. Her heart could sing, so happy was she. This was what she'd been waiting for since morning. It had been way too easy for her liking to imagine that last night might have been a dream or a one night stand. But it was daylight now; the sun shined through her slightly opened blinds, illuminating everything, and what she saw was the Bonnie from last night, the confident one who wanted her and who looked like she knew exactly what she wanted to do to her. They weren't protected by the anonymity of night. The sun was out, and Bonnie was taking off her underwear. She fixed her pillow under her head and commited the feel of Bonnie's hands on her thighs to memory. She bit her bottom lip when Bonnie seperated her legs.

"Your clit. Is huge."

"Oh my God!" She quickly locked her legs.

Bonnie laughed. "It is! I mean-"

"It's not huge." She slipped her arms under her knees and craned her head to the left so she could still see her.

"Caroline that thing's humongous," Bonnie deadpanned.

"No it's not; oh my God!" She could only describe Bonnie's laughter as a cackle. "Look, I've done my research and there are some that are bigger than mine."

"Mmm."

"Some of them look like penises! Trust me, I'm not the biggest out there. Mine is...round. Big and round-ish. It doesn't stick straight out."

"Yeah, but I can grab on to it."

"Oh shut up." She looked at the ceiling and rolled her eyes at Bonnie's continued crowing. She then sprang up and wrestled Bonnie down on the pillows.

"Hey!"

"Let me see." She opened Bonnie's legs, and spread her wet pussy, and felt the need to lick the very thin strand of come that clung between her inner labia. She didn't though, because there was a more pressing issue at hand. "Okay, so I guess you call that a clit."

"At least I'm with the rest of the population."

"Oh shut up, I can barely see yours!"

Bonnie dissolved into a fresh fit of laughter.

Caroline shook her head and waited for her to calm down. "Are you done?"

"Mm-hmm."

She chuckled, though she mentally rolled her eyes at herself for the question she was going to ask. "But you do like it, right? I mean-"

"Of course I like it," Bonnie said softly. In fact, she had been looking forward to suckling it again before Caroline had flipped her.

"Good," she said, her confidence returning. "Now let's see if I can even taste this thing."

"Ugh, whatever."

Caroline took her time looking. She spread Bonnie's inner lips and looked at the thick white come at her opening; she took in her clit poking out and the sheen on her outer labia lips. Her heart fluttered at just how wet and pink everything looked. She'd held a mirror to her own vulva before, and she was interested in the fact that Bonnie's pink was bolder than hers. She watched Bonnie's entrance flex involuntarily and the come came out further. She slowly lapped it up. She felt Bonnie hold herself still in response, and she stuck the tip her tongue in her opening and licked slowly.

Bonnie closed her eyes and focused on the feeling, relaxing little by little as Caroline's tongue tickled her entrance.

She licked up Bonnie's slit and finally swallowed, wondering at the salty taste. It was faint, but she reasoned that it was probably because she hadn't been licking long. Sure enough, the taste grew stronger when she started earnestly eating her out. She licked the inside of her outer lips and eventually found her rhythm. She got into what she was doing and stopped thinking about the mechanics, stopped planning out where she was going to lick before she did it; she stopped hoping she'd be as good as Bonnie had been last night. She took the pressure off herself and focused on what she was doing. She focused on the fact that she was very much enjoying this and on the fact that she liked the way Bonnie tasted. And when she did concentrate on the moment, she started having a noticeable effect on Bonnie.

Bonnie was supremely aware of every place where Caroline's skin touched hers. Something inside her unfurled in response when Caroline lightly rested her hands on her lower stomach, forcing her to lift her legs and spread them wider.

Caroline's supernatural hearing unexpectedly picked up the soggy sound of Bonnie's pussy stretching open. It was arousing, and she ate Bonnie more passionately, licking the solid part between her clit and her opening. She grabbed her wet inner lips and spread the slim skins apart. She almost gasped at what she saw: more pink, a mesh of prunish, soft skin just inside her opening, pulsing. Caroline stuck her tongue in to try and get at it and heard Bonnie inhale sharply.

Bonnie tried not to choke on her saliva. Her salivary glands started working overtime at the sight of Caroline's tongue dipping in and out of her, sometimes with come hanging off the tip before she dipped it back in. She exhaled loudly and moaned her pleasure. She hooked her hands behind her knees and Caroline helped her out by pushing her thighs toward her chest. Her pussy tremored around Caroline's tongue because of the more vulnerable angle. She got wetter, and her thighs started quivering. She grabbed the sheets when she really wanted to grab Caroline's head.

"Hey, uh, keep your tongue in when you go down."

When Caroline did as told, Bonnie did a kegel around her tongue. Caroline's gasp was loud and made Bonnie's heart flutter, the shadow of uncertainty in regards to what was okay and what was not still hanging over them both.

Caroline lifted her head and looked at Bonnie's pussy, a smile on her face. She looked at Bonnie who had brought her legs down in response to her gasp.

Seeing that everything was okay, Bonnie lifted her legs again, and when Caroline dipped her tongue inside of her and kept it there, Bonnie knew she wanted a repeat, so she delivered.

Caroline swirled her tongue inside of Bonnie, really getting a feel for her and getting comfortable with her anatomy. Every pinch on her tongue felt like the cushy hug, and Bonnie's moderate strength made her wonder how strong her own muscles would be around Bonnie's tongue.

Bonnie breathed deeply, transfixed by the mop of blonde hair moving faster between her legs. The shadow of uncertainty reappeared, making her experience two conflicting desires. She wanted to come, but at the same time her mind said this was Caroline between her legs: a small part of her felt like she should stop her. But her best friend was trying to give her an orgasm, her blonde hair swaying to and fro as she pistoned her tongue in and out. Her heart rate increased at the thought; her breath grew more shallow and started coming out in warm shaky puffs; her pussy felt more sensitive. Inexplicably, as she watched Caroline work to get her off, she thought of all the other situations they'd been in, situations and arguments and disagreements that had been a far cry from this. Her heart again felt like it opened to something new.

It took a bit of courage for her to put one of her hands on Caroline's head and guide her up. The vampire's tongue in her vagina was making her horny, but she wanted to come. Her hand on Caroline's head stilled the latter's movements.

"Move up," she said as her hand fell to Caroline's cheek. She remembered how the other girl had guided her and told her to wet her clit the night before. "Put your mouth..." She almost lost her voice when she saw how Caroline seemed to stop breathing as she waited for her to continue. Bonnie smiled and finished, "Around my clit."

Caroline's chest warmed, in a fashion. This was the Bonnie who'd surged up to kiss her last night, the Bonnie who'd made her wonder if she truly knew everything there was to know about her best friend. This was what she wanted. "Here?"

She began suctioning Bonnie's clit, firm and constant, something that had the other girl writhing under her.

"Yes," Bonnie cooed haltingly, grabbing the sheets and keeping her legs up to make sure she wouldn't get in Caroline's way.

Bonnie's plea: so unexpected and vulnerable. Caroline had to re-orient herself because it was Bonnie's voice, a voice she didn't even think about anymore, so used was she to hearing it. Over the years, she'd stopped paying attention to pitch and inflection and tone. They weren't things that tickled her ear in any special way. But her ears were alert now, and her heart was singing. This, too, was what she wanted. This was why she'd wanted Bonnie to wait; this was why she'd fretted; this was the reaction she'd hoped to get out of Bonnie, and the reality was working out better than she'd expected. The movement of Bonnie's hips, alternately rolling into her lips and rolling way, taunt and strained, was debilitating. The other girl would never know how painful it was for Caroline to stop and tease.

Bonnie looked down and waited. "What?" Her hands twitched involuntarily when Caroline licked her lips and then licked it again once she realized she could taste Bonnie.

"I wanna do something else."

"...What?" She pushed the word out on a laugh.

Caroline kissed her way up Bonnie's body and kissed her cheek, then her neck, suckling on the skin, and when she looked up, an unamuzed brunnette looked back at her. She tried not to let on to what she was doing.

"I'm not finished," she promised. She touched all over Bonnie's body, from her neck, to her breasts, to her abdomen, her thighs, and her shins. She lifted her legs and kissed and nipped the indents behind her knees, and she kissed her way down the back of her thighs. She made her turn around and kissed all over her back until Bonnie completely relaxed into the bed and started quietly moaning with every kiss Caroline gave.

She spent time kissing her ass, even kissing the lining.

"Hey!" Bonnie chuckled, suddenly tense and a little unsure of what exactly was happening.

"What?!" Caroline didn't miss the fact that she'd bent one of her legs even as the protest left her mouth, effectively spreading her ass. Prepared to ignore any further challenges, she kissed the lining of her butt to her heart's content.

Bonnie smiled insatiably into the pillow. She loved what Caroline was doing, but she hoped she wouldn't take it further. She kind of wanted to come-a smack to her ass yanked her out of her reverie.

Caroline loved the way Bonnie's ass jiggled and continued smacking until she was spanking.

"Caroline!" Bonnie laughed.

"What? You're loving it." She hit her particularly hard and Bonnie jumped.

Bonnie popped her ass as she received her spanking, making Caroline laugh. Soon, however, her shenanigans ceased when desire overtook her, and she started moaning guttarally each time Caroline brought her hand down particularly hard. She maneuvered herself onto her hands and knees to receive Caroline's well-placed smacks; her pussy was warm, and she wanted to come. She started encouraging Caroline, mumbling yes each time she felt the sharpness of her hand. Her ass was stinging by the time Caroline learned what mercy was and started rubbing her clit. As soon as her fingers touched it, Bonnie experienced a small orgasm, her back arching involuntarily.

"Are you okay?" Caroline wanted to be sure she hadn't hurt her. Not more than was necessary, at least.

"Mmm-hmm."

She positioned herself on Bonnie's left side so that she would get a better angle. She rubbed her clit, and then inserted one finger. She let Bonnie get used to it, taking in her coos, and then she inserted a second finger. She noted the tightness of her pussy and realized that this was most likely the first time she was being fingered. She smiled at that and kissed her ass.

Bonnie adjusted to the digits inside her body. She focused on how Caroline's fingers were easily sliding in and out of her, jerking when Caroline turned her fingers back and forth in her pussy. Her pussy spread when Caroline stretched her fingers apart, and she shifted, sweat breaking out between her shoulder blades. She was being fingered in earnest, a steady meter pampering her pussy and making her moan.

Caroline turned her fingers again so that her knuckles faced the ceiling. She squeezed and shook Bonnie's butt cheeks and gave her room to spread her legs as she approached her crescendo.

Bonnie fisted the pillow under her and moaned into it. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." She smooshed her face in the pillow and writhed her hips and legs. Her breath started hitching in her throat. Caroline fingered her faster, and she was close.

Agonizingly, Caroline's fingers slowed down, the opposite of what she wanted. Then her fingers left completely.

Caroline contented herself with sucking Bonnie off her fingers.

Bonnie stretched on the bed, laying flat on her stomach. A strange melancholy came over her, one brought on by orgasm denial.

Caroline placed another kiss on her butt. She nibbled on her right ear and kissed her flush on the lips when she lifted her head.

"Caroline?" Bonnie asked when her lips were free.

"Hmm?"

"You're killing me," she said seriously.

Caroline cocked her head, amused. "You're being dramatic."

"I'm serious. You owe me for this morning," she said sternly.

"Not. Yet," she answered, in the same voice she used when some of the cheerleaders would ask her why they needed to switch to a new routine.

The protest was in Bonnie's throat. So she let it out. "We are not doing this," she said, sitting up and holding eye contact.

Caroline cocked a dirty blonde brow. "No?" She cursed the smile that stretched her lips.

"No," Bonnie said, lifting her chin. "I want to come. Now."

Had Bonnie's jawline always been this striking? "I'm not saying you can't come. I want you to; that's the point of this whole thing. There's just...some other stuff I want to do first."

"And I'm saying that's not gonna work. Make me come. Then we'll do what you want."

"I want us to...hump. Basically." There had to be a sexier way to say that.

Bonnie was thrown for a loop. "Excuse me?"

"I want us to rub our vaginas together," she said, rushing it out.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. Could she be any more obvious? But before she could voice a rebuttal, Caroline had sat back on her haunches and was thinking. Bonnie frowned.

"Okay, so how do we do it?" She was thinking of a couple of possibilities. She supposed they could do it missionary, but she kind of wanted their vaginas completely touching, which brought her to the option of scissoring while they faced each other, supporting themselves on their hands. Instead of communicating their options to Bonnie, she decided to take advantage of the fact that Bonnie was sitting. She sat opposite Bonnie, towards the foot of the bed, slid back to give her more room and opened her legs.

Her pouting...lover...yes...lover...Her pouting lover positioned herself, putting one of her legs over Caroline's and Caroline put one of hers over Bonnie's, and their position was perfect.

Bonnie was pouting, but she was doing it; she was still game, and it was a staple of their friendship. Caroline remembered the numerous times she'd dragged Bonnie into doing something despite the latter's complaints: dressing up as a witch for the Halloween party earlier that year, signing up for the car-washing fundraiser and staying the whole day, going to Clayton Bulkley's party even though Bonnie had been convinced it was going to be lame (she'd been right, no second sight needed), and drinking to her heart's content that fateful Halloween a year ago after which Bonnie had had the worst hangover of her life.

Of course consistently getting her way with Bonnie kept her on the verge of getting a big head, but Bonnie always checked her, making sure Caroline knew she wasn't the boss of her and that if she really didn't want to do something, then Caroline couldn't make her. And there were plenty of examples to prove Bonnie's assertion, one being the fact that Bonnie doesn't own a fake i.d. anymore, because one time they went clubbing with Tyler, Matt, and Elena, and Tyler drove back high with the rest of them in various states of drunk, and they got pulled over, and Bonnie was so scared about what her father and grandmother would do to her once they picked her up at the police station that she had stomach cramps for the rest of the night; freaking Matt actually threw up on the pavement right in front of the deputy, causing Elena to almost sink to the floor in despair, and for the first time Caroline watched a boy higher than a kite talk his way out of both ticket and arrest with a male deputy by promising favors from the mayor. The deputy drove them home, leaving Tyler's car parked on the road.

It was always said in jest: "You're not the boss of me, you know" "You must think you own me," to which Caroline always shook her head in amusement and waited for Bonnie to agree to her ideas.

But the most painful example of Bonnie's point was when she'd turned her back on her after her transition.

But Caroline was a pretty good judge of people, she knew all of her friends' temperaments, none more so than Bonnie's so she always knew how much pressure to put and when to back off.

They looked at each other, and excitement was evident on both of their faces. Bonnie glanced at Caroline's prominent and sturdy clit. "I can't wait to suck on that again," she said plainly, and, just like she wanted, Caroline's self-satisfied veneer fell and she became a little shy.

But Caroline had more pride than she usually got credit for, so she bit the inside of her bottom lip to keep from smiling, hoped she wouldn't start blushing, tossed her hair, and gave out her order: "We just need to make our vaginas touch and kind of...rub."

Both grinned when their vulvas touched for the first time. The position required a lot more arm muscle strength than Bonnie had anticipated. Caroline was of course holding herself up with no problem, but her own muscles became taunt with the strain of holding herself up.

Both were surprised at the pleasure they were deriving from rubbing against each other. Neither had given much thought to scissoring, ever. Even though Caroline had been the one to suggest it, her main goal had been to tease Bonnie. Now she found that rubbing her engorged clit at just the right angle against Bonnie's wet pussy might lead her to orgasm.

"Shift a little to the left," Bonnie said, and she sighed when Caroline's clit brushed against hers. Her supernatural senses were tingling. She was touching undead vagina.

"This feels amazing," Caroline murmured. Bonnie's pussy was all wet and warm and made squishy sounds against hers. It all felt amazing against her clit.

"Keep your clit against mine," Bonnie directed after Caroline had shifted, and she'd lost her good spot.

They undulated their hips and pressed against each other. Bonnie was mesmorized by the sight of their lips sticking to each other, moving against each other, the puffy skins distorting as she and Caroline moved their hips.

Caroline wanted more of this. It was unfair to Bonnie, but she could more than make it up. She would gladly make it up, any way that Bonnie wanted. Grinding on her hands wasn't doing it for her anymore; she was only teasing her clit and making herself wet. She wanted an orgasm, and she wanted it from Bonnie's pussy.

Bonnie's mouth fell open when Caroline cut her short again.

"Sorry," she said nonchalantly.

Before Bonnie could ask for an explanation, Caroline kissed her; she kissed her until she fell on her back. Caroline pulled her legs so that her head was off of the pillows, and she decided not to protest her delayed orgasm. She was intrigued by Caroline's handling her.

Caroline had a moment of doubt as to whether or not they would fit, but she pushed it aside in favor of acting. She bent Bonnie's legs at the knee, her feet off the bed, and she straddled her, her right leg over Bonnie's left thigh. She was in the perfect position to sit her vulva on Bonnie's. She made sure her clit was in the perfect spot while Bonnie's right leg dangled over her left thigh.

Once Caroline felt secure with her position, she began to hump Bonnie. She silently congratualted herself on the change of position. This one felt much better. She had more control over...everything. She placed her hands on Bonnie's thigh, the one in front of her, and she slowly rubbed her clit in Bonnie's cunt. Tremors ran over her body at the sensation, and she gradually sped up.

Bonnie's hands held Caroline's waist, and she was enamored with the sight of Caroline towering over her prone state and fucking her. Caroline turned to look at Bonnie; her blonde hair swung around and draped over her shoulders, and she was a vision of all of Bonnie's desires.

Caroline grinned, and Bonnie wanted her lips on hers. Even though Caroline looked at her, she knew the other girl was completely focused on herself. She didn't mind at the moment; she was now more interested in watching her come. She felt Caroline's big clit amassing her juices. The thought of her coating Caroline's clit made her mouth water, and she gripped Caroline's hips tighter in response.

Caroline was hunched over, and she closed her eyes to focus on the feelings in her clit. Bonnie's cunt was a great source for lube, and she glided without a problem.

Bonnie watched Caroline throw her head back and let out a gutteral moan that made her heart jump. The anxiety and uncertainty she had seen envelope Caroline in the school hallway earlier was nowhere in sight. Even her nervousness that had been present after Bonnie had joined her in the bedroom was gone. Bonnie tried not to focus on her pleasure while Caroline fucked her. She wanted to see every moment of Caroline's buildup, right up to its completion.

Caroline leaned back a little and looked down. She had a nice view of the contrast between her pussy and Bonnie's. "Jesus, yes."

Bonnie ran her fingers up Caroline's side, over her thigh, her abdomen, and she reached up to pluck a peach nipple. "Shit," she let out suddenly when Caroline hit her in a particularly good spot. She almost came, but her eyes were still on Caroline. She played her nipple, tweaked it and pulled on it while her other hand rubbed Caroline's mound in large circles. She pressed down on the skin and rubbed faster to match Caroline's speed.

"No, keep it there," Caroline said desperately when Bonnie abandonned her nipple. "Oh God, yes," she cried when Bonnie squeezed and tugged on it.

"How hard do you want it?" Bonnie asked thickly. She was surprised to hear herself speak.

Caroline was surprised by the question, so surprised that her movements slowed considerably. She looked at Bonnie seriously. She couldn't pinpoint why the question touched her. She hadn't even been thinking about wanting it harder.

"You're a vampire, right?" Bonnie said, a little hesitant. "You can take it a little harder. I'm just ask-"

"Hard," Caroline cut her off. "I want it hard, Bonnie."

"Okay," Bonnie said smoothly. "Then fuck me."

Caroline's clit pulsed and her gaze traveled to Bonnie's lips after the words flowed out, and she wanted to seize them between her teeth. She grinned and bit her lip, and resumed her humping. Right when she started, Bonnie gave her nipple a very nice squeeze and tug, and she was hurled closer to her orgasm. She moved her hips like a lascivious maniac, her only thoughts about her orgasm and the waves of pleasure that spread over her areola each time Bonnie pulled on her nipple.

She was breathing hard, her mouth was dry, and her clit was reaching its last point of sensitivity. She heard Bonnie's voice encouraging her to come; felt her hand squeezing her hip. Bonnie gave her nipple a tight pinch, and she came on trembling voice. Her orgasm washed over her, and she begged Bonnie to keep going, to keep pinching and pulling on her nipple. Her voice cut off as the strongest part of her orgasm hit her, the part that drowned her entire body.

"Fucking-" she cried out in a high pitched voice once she could speak again, and she stroke Bonnie's pussy with her own, long and slow until she stopped trembling. "Oh shit," she declared and let herself fall back on the bed, opposite Bonnie.

Caroline was breathing loud and it brought a smile to Bonnie's face. But the sexually frustrated witch fixed her face when Caroline supersped on top of her. She cocked her head and looked at Caroline disapprovingly.

"That was great," Caroline said cheekily.

"I noticed," Bonnie responded, her eyes traveling to Caroline's hanging breasts. "Not that I would know what it feels like."

The rest of her sour comments died in her throat because Caroline leaned down and kissed her so tenderly that Bonnie's hands fell limp on the bed. Their tongues twined and swiped. Caroline sucked her bottom lip, and when she let go and Bonnie jutted out her tongue to lick Caroline's upper lip, the satiated vampire sucked on that, too. She moaned on Bonnie's tongue, and Bonnie pulled it back and flipped their position.

Bonnie rubbed her body the length of Caroline's as they made out. When she got on all fours, Caroline wiggled herself down the bed until her head was right under Bonnie's breasts. She lunged up and caught a nipple in her mouth and sucked.

The fluidity of the movement took Bonnie by surprise, but she adjusted quickly and stuck a pillow under Caroline's head. She hadn't realized how heavy her breasts were with lust until she felt Caroline's tongue swirling around them. Caroline sucked every part of her breasts, over, under, to the side. She was ravenous.

Bonnie had to pry her breasts from Caroline's mouth, and what a great feeling that was. She almost gave them back to her to do as she pleased just so she could experience the feeling of taking them away again.

Caroline moaned in protest, and Bonnie got up on her knees and moved her hair off her shoulders. She needed to come. "Caroline, please. I can't wait anymore."

Caroline smiled, satisfied with herself. "Hmm?"

"I need to come. Please. I'm not afraid to beg. I just-I want..."

"What?" She wanted her to say it, to say something. Whatever it was, she would do it.

"I want you to make me come."

"How?" She asked coyly.

Bonnie bit her bottom lip and shook her head. She was smiling because she couldn't believe she was going to say it aloud. Not that it was much of a problem. "I want you to eat me. Like I did you."

It wasn't as authorative as her "fuck me" earlier. It was softer (and a little resigned, which Caroline liked). The effect on Caroline was the same, however.

She used her speed to lay Bonnie flat on her back. Bonnie was blindsided, of course. First she was on her knees, and next thing she knew, she was bouncing on the bed, Caroline having knocked her over with her chest and shoulder.

The breath was knocked out of Bonnie, and her heart rate sped up at the sudden change. A shot of adrenaline revitalized her. She felt the danger that came with Caroline's predatory maneuver. Come slipped out of her cunt.

Caroline kissed her neck and then made her way down. She hiked Bonnie's legs up, but she didn't relieve her right away. First she licked the inside of her thighs, and then she lightly rubbed Bonnie's clit with her thumb. When she started kissing Bonnie's inner thigh again, Bonnie shifted so that her pussy was back under Caroline's mouth.

Caroline chuckled and looked up. Bonnie was starting at the ceiling, her mouth open and waiting. "What next?" Caroline asked. "Are you gonna shove my head in there?"

Bonnie craned her neck to look at her. "If that's what it takes to get the message across."

While the image pleased her, Caroline decided they could save that for another time. And she didn't know how they could not have another time. On the matter at hand, she literally stuck her tongue against Bonnie's clit and stayed still until Bonnie moved against her. She smiled.

Bonnie thought she was ready. She'd been waiting, and by now she'd caught on to Caroline's tease. She'd expected slow, hesitant, maybe another denial. She wasn't prepared for Caroline to attack her cunt as if she'd been as hungry for it as Bonnie has been for an orgasm. Caroline was unyielding with her licks. She could taste herself amid Bonnie's wetness. She knew it was her because it hit her palette differently than the rest of the discharge on Bonnie's pussy.

Caroline was swirling her tongue generously around Bonnie's clit. Bonnie's first instinct was to get away, to slow everthing down, but she was so close to coming. She felt Caroline stick her tongue right on the tip of her protruded clit and slowly wiggle it. Bonnie lifted her legs and fisted the bed sheets in response. If Caroline kept it up, she was going to unravel.

Bonnie was both relieved and disappointed when Caroline removed her tongue and began sucking her off. Bonnie lifted her head to see and immediately dropped it down when a jolt of pleasure shot from her clit. "Oh my freaking God," Bonnie moaned, her voice strained as her body tightened, a preview of what was coming. She wanted to pull out her hair when Caroline resumed using the tip of her tongue to flirt with her clit. "Oh my shit," she moaned, and lifted her head to see. Her hands were on her head, both to support it and because she plum needed something to do with them. Caroline now used the pad of her tongue to coax Bonnie's clit. Bonnie closed her eyes tight against the pleasure. She could feel her opening pulsating wider and wider. "I'm gonna come if you keep doing that," she whispered. So Caroline closed her mouth around Bonnie's clit and sucked. "Oh my freaking God," Bonnie responded and dropped on the bed. She whined, arching into Caroline's mouth, and then she became undone. She tried to escape, she dug her heels in the bed and scooted away, but Caroline followed. "Oh my God!" Voice high-pitched, she thrashed on the bed as Caroline's mouth stayed steady on her clit. She grabbed Caroline's head and pushed it into her pussy as if to fuse her with it. "Oh Goood! Oh God, Caroline, something's-" she almost pulled Caroline by her hair; she had instead decided at the last nano second to move her head, but before she could do that, let alone finish her sentence, she felt something trickle out of her, as if she'd wet herself. Caroline kept sucking and more came, and Bonnie yelped sharper than she could ever remember, and she pushed Caroline's head away at the same time that she scrambled.

She sat with her knees closed together, and her thighs shook. She felt like her vagina was alive, inhaling and exhaling. Across from her, Caroline licked her lips as if clearing it of delicious cupcake frosting. "What was that?" she asked Caroline on a sharp exhale.

"What? You've never felt that before?"

"Not that. You." She relieved her hands of supporting her body and sat on the bed. "Oh my God," she sighed and wiped her brow. "You like...became some type of monster."

"A vagina-eating monster?" Caroline said with a self-indulgent chuckle.

Bonnie rolled her eyes even though she smiled.

"It is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"More than what I wanted." Another sigh slipped out of Bonnie's mouth and she fell back on the bed.

Caroline looked down between her spread legs. "Well, will ya look at that. Your little clit is peeking out more than before."

"Ugh." Bonnie covered herself and closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling that resulted.

Caroline chuckled and then laid on her stomach beside Bonnie. She traced parallel lines on Bonnie's shoulder using her index finger. She smiled when Bonnie turned her head to look at her. "Your eyes are super green."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she answered, and to prove it she gave Bonnie two kisses, one on each of her collar bones. When she lifted her head, Bonnie was smiling. Caroline stroke her pussy with her knuckles and then inserted two fingers inside of her.

/

They lost the late afternoon to make-outs and Bonnie's orgasms. Caroline's fitted sheet was completely off the head of the bed from the number of times Bonnie had pulled at it as she'd convulsed. The bed covers were on the floor, as were the pillows, and Bonnie had completely forgiven Caroline for all orgasm-related stunts she had pulled that day.

Bonnie sat cross-legged against the head board with Caroline on spread knees in front of her. Bonnie's hair was bunched in Caroline's fist; their foreheads touched, and Caroline panted in Bonnie's face as the latter stroke her wet clit with the thumb and index finger of one hand and fingered her with the other. Caroline humped Bonnie's fingers and thrusted her clit into her care. It was going to be her first orgasm since she'd fucked Bonnie earlier. "Please," she begged.

"It's coming," Bonnie breathed against her.

Caroline worked her abdominal muscles as she thrusted, and then Bonnie's fingers brought her to glory. Her voice croaked out as she tightened and trembled. Bonnie winced when Caroline's fist pulled at her hair, but she kept working her until Caroline had given all she could. "There you go," Bonnie cooed. She rubbed Caroline's pussy while the other girl caught her breath.

/

"I'm so hot," Bonnie announced as they lay next to each other and stared at the ceiling.

"And I'm so glad I let you come," Caroline said hazily. "Home with me, that is."

Bonnie gave her a look.

"I can turn down the AC."

"Please."

"Later."

Bonnie gave her another look.

Caroline was not going to justify wanting Bonnie to stay hot and sweaty. The girl's hair was matted to her cheeks and neck. Caroline had escaped that fate since she was a vampire and didn't sweat. Her hair was frizzy. But it still had some bounce.

"I should leave, anyway," Bonnie mused. At that, she looked at Caroline's window. "Oh my God, the sun's set," she chuckled. The sun's faint rays were struggling to penetrate the blinds.

Caroline turned on her side to snuggle into her. "Do you have to leave right now?"

Bonnie turned to face her. "I can stay longer if you want me to."

Caroline gave an exasperated roll of her eyes. "That's not why I want you to stay, Bonnie." She wasn't in danger of relapsing into another anxiety attack. She just wanted to stretch this thing out for as long as possible. "Never mind. I should do laundry, anyways. This room smells like sex."

"I don't smell anything. Much."

"You don't have super senses. And I can't just change my sheets. My mom might pick tonight or tomorrow as one of the rare times she notices something going on in my life."

Bonnie shook her head in disapproval of how she talked about her mother, and Caroline shrugged in response.

"I'm glad you let me come, too. Home with you, that is," Bonnie said.

Caroline smiled wide and then kissed her. They stopped before things could escalate.

"Tell me something," Caroline said.

"What?"

She was silent a moment and then asked, "Was this your first time?"

Bonnie pursed her lips and then smiled. "Yeah."

"Ever, right?"

"Yeah."

Caroline tried to contain her smile. "I took your virginity. I'm your first."

Bonnie felt her face warm. "Yeah," she confirmed. "And I'm your first, too," she pointed out as a way to get over her embarrassment. "In a way."

"Mmm-hmm," she nodded with vigor. "Definitely."

"Are you sure you're gonna be okay after I leave?"

"Yeah," she answered confidently. "I can't spend all of my time with you or Elena. I have to be alone some time. Need to get used to being alone with my thoughts." She shrugged.

"You can always call or text me if you need anyone."

"I definitely will," she said with a smile.

Bonnie caught her second meaning and she contained her smile. Caroline was flirting with her.

"So, um, I'll see you tomorrow?" Caroline asked. Tomorrow was Saturday. They could hang out.

"Um, I don't think so. There's something I need to take care of." She didn't want to talk about it, because she was still getting over the shock. She was disappointed, and she was hurt. But Caroline looked expectant, so she explained her situation with Luka. "I don't know exactly what I'm going to do yet, but I know I'm going to do it tomorrow."

"Want help, whatever you decide to do?" Caroline asked.

Bonnie considered very briefly and then said, "Yeah," with a lift of her shoulder.

Caroline decided that just because she needed to get used to being alone after what had happened to her, it didn't mean that she needed to be alone the majority of the time. And besides, helping Bonnie meant spending more time with her. She'd noticed the tension around Bonnie's mouth and the defiance in her eyes as she'd recounted Luka's lie.

She realized that even though Bonnie had been a champion, if she could say so herself, in being there for her after her ordeal, she probably needed help and support, too. And help and support and Bonnie happened to be three of Caroline's many fortes.

The End