A/N AU fic, Characters will be OOC af. You have been warned.

RECKLESS

Beads of perspiration, salty and plump, dribble in a lazy trail down the smooth path of her supple caramel complected body. Having first gathered at her widows peak of a hair line, then descended down past her delicate neck(which is covered in passion marks thanks to his very talented tongue and razor sharp teeth) then down through the valley of her breast, to the smooth skin of her abdomen, before landing on the tip of his slithery tongue.

He's licked all kind of things off of her, chocolate, whip cream, caramel, melted ice, lube, all in which he enjoys, if the moans that slip past his lips is any indication, but nothing excites him more than feasting upon the fluids her own body produces.

Her lids are heavy with lust but she manages to peel them open. His bluish-grey eyes are already on her as he continues to use the tip of his tongue to erase all evidence off her over-exerted form.

His eyes burn through hers through dark lashes and Bonnie feels her body ignite to even more blazing temperatures. She watches with half lidded eyes as his tongue changes direction and starts to travel down her body, moving lower and lower. She knows where he's headed and when he finally reaches her center she let's out a shuddering exhale. She will finally get what she's been craving for so long. Okay, so maybe eight days isn't what one would consider a ridiculously long time but when you've been deprived of the best sex of your existance for more than a day, eight days starts to feel like eternity. She can't even tell you the amount of times she's masterbated, picturing it was him pleasuring her.

She's missed the caresses, sweet kisses he was so eager of giving.

She swears when they're apart she feels like she might die.

Her body aches for him, lust for him in a way she never lusted before, for anyone. He's the only one who can cause her pulse to skip a beat, her body to shiver, Her loins to sing.

All of her toys combine doesn't compare though to the way it feels, the fucking glorious sensations her nerves emits when it's his hands touching her, caressing and tweaking her dark nipples, digits buried knuckles deep inside her twat, his rod pumping in and out of her aching pussy.

In all of her thirty nine years of living he's the only one who can make her feel this way, crave the way she craves, lust the way she lust. He has caused her to sink to such despicable levels of depravity and she honestly doesn't know how she will ever climb out of this licentious hole she has fallen into.

The guilt though, subsides some, the moment he buries his face in her sex.

"Fuck" leaves her lips as he swipes his long tongue down the slit of her wet cunt.

She and he both knows this will have to end soon. It's inevitable. But for now she will enjoy the moment, fall deeper into the insanity. Revel in the sweet sweet torture of the release their mating brings.

Soon she thinks, as his sinful tongue swirls around her pearl.

3 weeks earlier..

It's on the eve of the eve of Independence day when she first laid eyes on the man who would shift her world off it's axis.

It had been close to a hundred degrees that day, and Bonnie was really starting to feel the heat. Sweat bullets had littered her skin, covering nearly every inch of her dwarfish five-feet two inch frame. She could feel it, slicking to her heated flesh from the very top of her very sweated out strands to the crevices between her perfectly manicured toes. She wouldn't even mention the private areas she liked to stay hidden from the world and how they were nearly saturating her lacy under garments. Even the barely there material of her short and tank combo hadn't help combat the negative effects of this sweltering Portland day.

Bonnie ran the back of her hand over the slick skin stretching over her forehead, wiping away the salty droplets of perspiration before they could continue its path down her flushed face.

Frustrated, she adjusts her earbuds, trying her bestest to hum along to her favorite tune and not think about the record breaking heat as she follows her beloved pooch, waiting for her to finally 'do her thing'. Though, Honey obviously had other plans in mind. I mean, who cares she hadn't releived herself all day, barking at random cars and trying her best to ruin the neighbors flowerbeds were clearly a higher priority to the pint size pooch.

Bonnie tightens her hold around the bedazzled, personalized dog leash she and her daughter had made one afternoon during one of their arts and crafts mother and daughter bonding moments last summer, trying to get a wrangle on her dog, who was dead set on roaming into uncharted territory, the ridiculously over grown lawn of her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Alperstein. Resident pain in the ass, that woman. Seriously, if complaining had been an occupation, lets just say Mrs. Alperstein would be a very wealthy bitter old bitch. Or wealthier than she reportedly already was. Because let Caroline tell it, despite the state of her unkept home the grinch was sitting on enough cash to finance a small country.

Removing one earbud, Bonnie scolds her beloved pet, "Honey, no!" she watches with disapproval as her dog pretends to be ignorant to her pleas, finding interest in something in the nearly ruler length grass. Whatever it was must've been truly fascinating because Honey was completely transfixed, even after the multiple calls from her owner.

Huffing, Bonnie tries pulling on the leash, yet again, making sure to not use too much force but just enough to relay the message to her dog of a year and a half that playtime was over and that they really needed to move it along before Mrs. Grinch moseyed outside and started harping about trespassing and what not.

Honey is still unresponsive to which frustrates her more but also piques her interest. Curious as to what in the world had Honey so spellbound, Bonnie crosses over from the sidewalk and onto her elderly neighbors property, taking a few steps forward to where her dog was nearly buried in the grass.

Upon further inspection she sees that Honey nose is muzzled into the grass, tongue lapping at something.

Leaning in to get a closer peek, Bonnie finally sees what it is and gasps.

A dead bird.

Bile rises in her throat.

"Honey get away from that" She chastise, tugging on the leash with enough strength to elicit a growl from the hound. At the same moment the shrill sound of her neighbors voice blared loud from her porch.

"Get out of my yard!" the older lady yaks causing Bonnie to jerk her head up, and land peeved eyes on the other woman. Her eyes narrows in indignation as she watches the flabby arms of her neighbor flail around dramatically.

Trying her damnest to ignore her neighbors churlish tone, Bonnie redirects the conversation to the more pressing matter at the moment, why Bonnie was even in her yard to begin with, "Mrs. Alperstein, did you know there's a dead bird in your yard?"

Cataract coated pupils narrows in contempt. "You and your filthy mutt, get off my property" she shouts, ignoring Bonnie's question, which mean she knew about the dead bird and didn't care or she was just a bigger bitch then Bonnie gave her credit for.

"I will but first-"

Bonnie hadn't realized until the blaring sound of a horn that she was no longer in possession of her dog's leash.

Panicked, she jerks around, immediately lounging in the direction of the street in efforts to save her pooch who was quite literally in the middle of the street causing a shit load of commotion, and a lot further away than she had expected.

Bonnie attempts to capture her dog before she ends up on the under side of someone's car, but Honey being Honey of course took off traipsing even further down the street.

Bringing a hand up to rest on her forehead, she sighs, knowing she would have to burrow down deep inside for some energy to go chase down her damn pet.

Arghhhh.

Bringing her out her reverie, a deep voice sounds behind her, "You okay, ma'am?"

Instead of turning around to lock eyes with the stranger, Bonnie continues to watch Honey as she disappears out of sight, "No my dog, she took off" she laments frustratedly, gesturing restlessly down the road.

"I'll get her"

"What?" she asks exasperated, still panting, his appealing voice and the words that followed causes Bonnie to whip around and finally lock eyes with him.

What she was hit with she wasn't expecting. Eyes so intense she thought she would drown in their endless depths, the perfect combination of gray and blue, swirling around like a storm cloud, fanned by the thickest lashes she's ever seen in her life, extending out for miles good God. His nose, thin and straight, in perfect alignment with rest of his flawless features. Plump pink lips. His jawline, strong, chiseled. His hair spikes up a good few inches from his scalp, shorter on the sides, thick and full and nearly onyx in shade, except for when his dark strands catches the light just right, revealing hints of reddish brown hi-lights, compliments from the suns beaming rays. Then there was his God-like physique which is on full display being that he is currently shirtless. Tan skin glistens, slick with sweat, stretching across a massive frame. Muscles bulge everywhere, biceps, pectorals, perfectly crafted abdominals and Bonnie think she feels a drizzle of saliva leave her lips as she continues to take in his Thor like frame. Okay so maybe he isn't that big, but he's definitely fit enough to where he could model for one of those fitness magazine covers.

"I'll go track her down. What's her name?" the stranger inquires, and only then had Bonnie tore her eyes away from his rippling bod and tips her head back up to those hypnotic grayish-blue orbs of his. It was quite a ways up being he was at least a foot taller than her, and that's a fact Bonnie nearly swoons at. "Honey" she answers, keeping her eyes level, last thing she wants is to be known around the neighborhood as the horny cougar who can't keep her pervy eyes to herself.

He gives a single nod and like that he is off.

It couldn't have been no more than five minutes before he comes back, trotting down the street, Honey in tow, safely tucked under his bulging biceps.

For preventative measure, she is sure. But yeah, there was no way Honey was getting out from under those things.

"She was determined to get ran over, thankfully I was able to grab her before she ended up as roadkill" he informs after meeting her halfway, "Oh my god. Thank you so much." she babbles while extending her hands out in attempts to claim her adventurous pet.

He responds with a warm smile then chuckles when Honey tries to worm her way out of his grip.

"Feisty one, isn't she?" he acknowledges, peering down at her furry friend with soft eyes and tickling laughter.

Ugh. Even his laugh is pretty.

Finally over to her rightful owner Honey starts to settle. Bonnie bends over sitting the pint size pooch on the grass, "Yeah, she's a handful but totally worth it" she responds, straightening, doubling the leash around her fingers, bringing her gaze back to samaritan guy while forcing herself to focus.

Which was not an easy feat being at that particular moment his arm had lifted in a gesture to wipe away sweat from his forehead, the act causing his biceps to flex responsively. Bonnie eyes lingers then she catches herself, scolding herself mentally, embarrassed at the fact he's caught her too. You are married you are married you are married you are old enough to be his mother! Bonnie clears her throat, catching his eyes. There's a gleam to them as if he was privy to her thoughts just now. "Do you need anything for your trouble?" She made to reach for her back pocket for money but he stops her, holding a hand up in a gesture that gives her cause to pause in her actions.

"No. No, that won't be necessary Ms—" he pauses, waiting for her to fill in the blank.

Her name. Right.

"Fitz."

"Fitz" he repeats with a nod as if committing it to memory, the right side of his mouth tipping up in a slight smirk.

A silence lapses over them as she waits for him to give her his, not entire but first would have been nice. When it was evident he wouldn't be volunteering that information up, which she doesn't blame him one bit because she was pretty sure she came off as all kinds of creepy, she shifts on her feet and says, "Alrighty. I guess we should get back to our walk." she gestures towards Honey, under the assumption her pooch still hadn't emptied herself for the day. "Again, thank you so much for all your help"

"My pleasure" He beams, a wholesome smile if she's ever seen one right before turning on his heel and finishing his afternoon run.

"Look what your dog did" Bonnie's husband Ezra scowls, holding up a mangled up Gucci loafer.

Bonnie squints then crosses the bedroom to where he's standing at the foot of the bed. "Our dog" she corrects, snatching the beyond repairable shoe from him. She examines the once impeccable leather closely, letting out a small huff. Yep, it was a goner. It looks like it lost a fight with hedge clippers. "What did I tell you about leaving your shoes laying around for Honey to get to?" she lectures, then winces hating how she sounded like his mother just then.

"You'd think she destroyed enough of my property for me to remember" he snips, agreeing, then blows out a frustrated breath, taking the shoe away from her and tossing it and it's twin in the trash. "I swear one day you're going to come home to a mangled up pup" he threatens, joining her across the room again.

"Touch my dog and it's war" she warns, her green irises flashing with enough faux wrath to pry a smile out of him.

"Promise?" he questions, smirking. He proceeds to grab her by her waist, pulling her flush against him. The soft curves of Bonnie's body melds into his rock hard pecs, a content sigh escaping her lips. Even at forty-two, her husband maintained a better body than most of the quote unquote hot guys in the neighborhood, young and older, which was a bit boggling considering she has yet to see him workout a day in his life. Meanwhile, her hips were spreading by the second despite the fact that she hit the gym every other day.

"Mhmmm" she hums, entwining her fingers with his as he kisses her on the cheek then the corner of her mouth.

Bonnie shifts in his arms, turning her body fully around to catch his lips with her own, using what stregnth she had to goad him towards the bed. The second the back of his knees hit the mattress he collapses down on it, bringing her along with him. Giggles rack her tiny frame as she falls on his chest, his laughter soon following, causing vibrations to ripple through her being.

"Shit, I have to go" he states suddenly. Bonnie body stills, blinking, she prods, "What? Where?"

In an even tone he answers, "I'm flying out to L.A."

Bonnie finally sits up, he mimics her actions. Pulling her brows together, her eyes narrows in on him. Taking in her befuddled expression, he fills her in, "Remember? I told you last week, I have that meeting with my publisher.."

Right. His first attempt at fiction, the novel was dropping in less than two weeks.

Bonnie groans, feeling like for the umpteenth time outside forces has prevented them from getting it on.

She pouts then mocking her he juts out his bottom lip, eyes clouded in amusement. "Don't pout. I'll make it up to you when I get back" he mutters, moving in for a kiss.

"You promise?" she asks against his lips, then pulls away to examine his face, moss colored eyes flickering over his handsome mug.

"Mhmm" he hums, nodding once. "I'll even do that thing you like" he tacks on in a smokey timber, hazel eyes clouded with arousal.

"I'm going to hold you to it Mr. Fitz." she tells him, feeling heat pool in her nether regions.

"Oh, I plan on it" he drawls, stealing another kiss.

After seeing Ezra off to the airport, Bonnie makes a quick trip to Whole Foods, figuring since she was on this side of town and all she might as well pick up a pint of her favorite vegan ice cream. Bonnie hasn't fully taken the plunge into the no-meat-eggs-or-dairy lifestyle yet because truth be told her dedication was about on par with a meth head attempting sobriety. One day.. for now, baby steps, substituting her cold stone for Talenti. Bigger hurdles, like meat would have to be revisited in the future, for now she loves her big macs too much.

Bonnie is in the midst of grabbing her favorite flavor when out of no where a hand, a rather large, veiny yet impeccably manicured hand settles upon her own and carefully guides it to another flavor.

Immediately taken back at the gall of this stranger putting his filthy paws on her not to mention invading her personal space, Bonnie jerks up instantly ready to unleash a verbal lashing on her offender when her eyes expands to the size of saucers.

The good samaritan from earlier, the one who saved her pooch from becoming road kill.

Stunned at the actual chances of crossing paths with hot samaritan guy twice in one day, all Bonnie could do was stare, mouth slightly agape, yep stunned, however, not too stunned to not take in his appearance. Noting the differences from this morning. Unlike earlier, where he'd been practically naked, his enticing tan skin slick with sweat, muscles glistening sporting nothing but nike trainers and running shorts and a heart stopping grin, his state of undress having much to do with the record breaking heat brought on by the suns unrelenting rays. Now, however, there were no tone abs, perfect pectorals, or sculpted calves to drool over. He stood before her fully clothed - much to her dismay, clad in a pastel blue button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off very impressive forearms, (impressive forearms? Really Bonnie?) a leather terra colored belt that probably cost more than her entire outfit, wrapped around his trim waist, though it only peeked through, being one side of his shirt was tucked neatly into his salmon colored shorts while the other remain loose, which oddly didn't make the outfit look sloppy at all. Said shorts came to rest just above his knee, then finally tan boat shoes on his, if Bonnie was to guess, size eleven feet.

She couldn't help but take in how crisp and put together he looked, like he belonged in the pages of a J. Crew magazine. Sixteen year old Bonnie would have scoffed at the vision standing before her in all of his preppy glory, the perfectly coifed hair, not a single strand out of place. His face, aside from his neatly trimmed eyebrows and impossibly long lashes completely hairless. Sometime between this morning and now he'd ditched the scruff for a more clean shaven look. Annoyingly white teeth, so blindingly white she was sure they glowed in the dark. Everything about his outfit screamed 'I just got back from a day of sailing'. Back then, Bonnie preferred her men a little rough around the the edges, shaggy haired and tatted up with the affinity for leather jackets and biker boots. Nails chipped from all the constant biting he's doing when he can't bum a smoke unlike samaritan guy here who manicure embarrassingly put hers to shame. Very polished, this one. The whole visage, very John Kennedy Jr.

Which was weird to think about because he couldn't have been no more than a toddler at the time of John John's untimely death.

Bonnie tries not to think about how absurdly young he is compared to her(she doesn't know exactly how old he is but she could guess), or how his clean cut boy next door look would have been a complete turn off for her back when she didn't even know what to do with a boy, now suddenly, same look, did things to her.. Unholy things. Oh but the biggest one of them all was how she was married with two kids at home (technically they were at Grams, in Mystic Falls, Virginia, where they were spending the summer), but that was besides the point though. Point being, that fact hadn't even been enough to stop the freaking thoughts from becoming actual thoughts in the first place.

Effectively chastised, Bonnie neutralizes her expression affecting a look of disinterest while his did the very opposite, she watches the most dazzling smile he could offer within his arsenal bloom over his tan features, making her heart stutter in response, and instead of waiting for her to say whatever words that were clearly lodged in her larynx, dulcet tones serenade her eardrums, "Your taste buds will thank me for it later" he promises, dropping his hand and taking a step back.

He tilts his head, peering down at her through dark lashes, storm clouds for eyes searching her empty face.

Bonnie stares at him a little longer than she liked to admit, skin still tingling from where his fingers had just been, before she was able to gather her wits about her, "And what makes you'd think my taste buds would be into" She takes a quick peek at the cartoon, "Salted caramel pretzel flavored ice cream?" removing it from the freezer, she made a show of scrunching up her face in distaste, "It sounds disgusting"

He laughs and something inside her stirs.

"Well, so does frog legs but as you most likely know it's known to be one of the worlds most mouth watering delicacies" she finds herself laughing and though she very well considered this to be one of those touché moments she still finds herself skeptical to try the salted pretzel whatever it was. It must registers on her face after the laughter has ceased because one side of his perfect mouth tilts up in a half smirk. "If you don't like it, pints on me" he coaxes, the other side threatening to tip up as well.

Bonnie feels her own lift in response, "Oh trust, I'm going to hold you to your word cus' at nine dollars a pop," she notes eyeballing the absurd price, another reason why she couldn't fully get on board the vegan train just yet, "-I'm not above hunting you down"

She was on a roll with inducing laughter out of him, she loves the sound and can't help but beam as his pale eyes gleam with amusement, "As appealing as that sounds. I don't think it'll come to that" he finally says, still chuckling.

It's when the laughter starts to die when she notices it. The stares they were getting, him in particular.

Annoying humans.

She gets it, he's hot as sin but damn did people really have to stare so openly? And not just women either she noticed a few men doing double takes.

Bonnie proceeds to remove her body from in front of the freezer door, trying her best to dismiss all the unwanted attention as she allows the glass to slam shut, edging more into the aisle, closer to, clearly the hottest guy on earth, if the looks samaritan guy here was receiving were anything to go by. She brings her gaze back to him again, figuring she'd wrap up whatever this was they were inappropriately engaging in the middle of a frozen food aisle of the supermarket. "Well, hopefully you're right and thank you for the recommendation, " her features pulls down into a frown of realization. "-though now that I think about it it's probably a bit premature of me to be giving out thanks being the verdict is still out on whether salted caramel pretzel is a hit or not"

His smile broadens, nearly reaching his eyes now, revealing a set of dimples and fuck if Bonnie doesn't feel heat pool low in her belly.

What the fuck was wrong with her? She was a happily married woman! Her loins shouldn't be burning for anyone but her husband!

God, it was those goddamn dimples. Dimples were Bonnie's weakness, always had been. The obsession started in preschool. She would use her chubby little finger to poke at the indention of Billy Preston, the snotty nose little boy she was heart-eyeing at the time cheek, a habit that would get her constantly put in time out.

"Bonnie, you know the rules. Hands to ourselves" Mrs. Espree, her teacher would say, disapproval coloring her tone and features. Bonnie could never resist the urge to feel the dimpled flesh though, no matter how severe the punishment was.

Her fascination only grew as time progress, a slew a boys becoming the object of Bonnie's affection, but only if they possessed that particular muscle deformity.

And then, there was Mario Lopez, to which she fell in love with instantly after seeing him for the first time on Saved by the bell (a show that would quickly become fav) after being pretty much forced by her gal pals at a sleepover to watch the high school themed sitcom. Bonnie went along with it because at the time the show was all the rage and frankly she was tired of being left out of conversations involving the Bayside gang, which was more often than not, because Bonnie swears there wasn't a moment that went by where Zack Morris this or Lisa Turtle that wasn't being sprout up in discussion by her girlfriends. Her friends would soon learn what a mistake it was introducing her to the saturday morning show because for years to come A.C slater and his beautiful smile would be all Bonnie cared to discuss. Obsessed was definitely the apt word to describe her fascination with the raven haired hunk. When she wasn't plastering posters of his face all over the walls of her room and Junior High locker, she was pinning fan mail, and busting her ass babysitting all so she could afford to purchase her own personal VCR. The need to record her favorite episodes just so she could re-watch them a billion times over was dire. And when she wasn't reciting line by line of her favorite scenes, she was developing unhealthy detestations for an anorexic actress who happen to play his love interest, her hatred for the girl existing for the sole reason, "Jessie" got to kiss those beautiful lips of his and Bonnie didn't. It isn't fair she would cry over and over into her pillow. Yep, Bonnie was a bit off back then. She could admit that with clarity now, something she couldn't recognize before when her friends would give her the side-eye for yelling obscenities at the T.V whenever Jessie would smooch Bonnie's man. Yes. He was her man in her head. The obsession was real. Mario Lopez was her first celebrity crush and the only reason she continued to wake up extra early on Saturday morning even years after the show had lost it's appeal.

Bonnie frowned because her thoughts had gotten away from her, somehow during her musings she happened to miss his response. He stared at her expectant, clearly having asked her a question.

"I'm sorry can you rep-"

"Sorry to interrupt but could I please get a picture?" a blonde girl, no older than thirteen approached samaritan guy with hearts in her eyes and sugar in her tone.

Bonnie blinks, listening to the exchange with furrowed brows as he gladly posed for a selfie with the lovestruck teen. What was going on? Was he some sort of celebrity? Was this the reason their presence garnered so many stares, or his did rather? Bonnie needed answers so instead of quietly skulking off like she should have done, like she intended to do when the girl first approached, she stuck around instead waiting out the babbling teen and her talk of politics of all things...

"You seem to be quite the celebrity" she states the moment the star struck teenager was gone.

He looks genuinely embarrassed by this. "Not me, my dad." He explains, losing his smile. "He's sort of a public figure"

Bonnie's brow flew into her hairline, a request for him to continue. He blows out a puff of air, finally answering, albeit reluctantly. "He's the Governor of Oregon"

Bonnie's eyes widen, that she wasn't expecting, "Your dad is Joshua Parker?" Well, that explains the odd political talk from the pre-teen.

"Yep" he quips and she gets the feeling he doesn't want to further discuss the topic, so with that, she takes it as a sign to finally get going. There was a bottle of wine chilling in her fridge that was calling her name right now and the sooner she wrapped up this convo, the sooner she could get home and get drunk and lament on her miserable existence.

"Cool" she says with a forced smile, "Well, I should get going.." she turns not waiting for his reply. Just as she was about to retreat and head back the other way, he grabs her wrist.

A wave of heat sweeps through her. Thoroughly and surely, from the top of her head down to her scarlet red toes.

"Honey"

Bonnie blinks. Honey? Really buddy? So we're on that level of familiarity now? After knowing each other, for what? all but three seconds?

He laughs at her expression, letting go of her wrist. "Your dog" he explains, still chuckling. "How is she?"

Right. Her dog..

How silly she feels for actually thinking this stranger had assigned pet names for her even after his own government one still remained a mystery.

"Apparently so shaken up she decided to let out her frustration on a pair of seven hundred dollar Italian loafers." she sighs. "So now she's in the dog house. Quite literally."

Amusement leaves his features, a crestfallen look quickly takes over, replacing all traces of humor. "Aww give her a break." he starts. "What she experienced today had to be truly traumatizing, she almost ended up as roadkill" he reminds her but just hearing him say that makes her shudder, a thought she never wants to cross her mind ever again, "And because of you she isn't, I can't say thank you enough for what you did."

He shakes his head and brings up his hand in a motion to dismiss her words. "It was nothing any other neighbor wouldn't have done"

Bonnie laughs because boy was he naive, "I think you're overestimating just how altruistic of our fine little community truly is"

He chuckles but before he could respond to her harsh criticism of a place his probably known his entire life and grown to love with all his heart and here comes this uppity new comer insulting it's residents, "But seriously I owe you, if you need anything.."

"Actually, there is something." he surprises her with his response. She wasn't actually expecting him to take her up on her offer so soon. "My family, we're having a small little get together on the fourth and you should come" he finishes, sheepishly.

Why does she get the feeling this isn't a small little get-together though? Did the word small even exist in a politicians vocabulary?

"Don't I have to have an invitation?" she ponders and she knows he understands she means an official one.

Small get together of not, this was still the Governors mansion here, wasn't like she could just stroll up to the party with a smile and bottle of wine expecting to gain entry. And off of what exactly, a somewhat invite from the first son? There were protocols when it came to this sort of thing.

He tries to reassure her she wouldn't be turned away if she did show, a charming smile lifting his plump lips, "You do. From me" he relays, jamming a finger into his perfect pectorals. Bonnie doesn't need to possess x-ray vision to know what is hiding underneath that muted button down of his.

Doing her best at keeping her eyes level, she takes in an internal breath then squares her shoulders, "Look-" she pauses, remembering he still hasn't given her his name. Picking up on her musings, he fills her in, "Malachai, but everyone calls me Kai"

Malachai, well that was an interesting name. Not terrible. Just interesting. Despite the unusualness of it, oddly it fit she thought then finds herself shaking her head to clear her thoughts because what the hell? she doesnt even know him...she adds in a detached tone, "Look Kai, I umm.." another pause. How could she put this nicely? "—appreciate what you did retrieving my dog and all, but I'm married" she says, an effort to remind herself as well. "Not to mention I'm nearly twice your age" she concludes, as if it needed to be said because hello obvious.

"Oh, I know." he says quickly and at this she frowns. He takes in her expression and laughs. "About the married part" he clarifies, gesturing down at her ring clad finger, "Not about you being twice my age." he steps closer. "You seriously don't look a day over twenty." That right there was a lie and he knew it, she could hardly pass for twenty. Maybe thirty if you squint.

"Charming" she notes glancing down at her shoes, trying to hide the rosy stain blossoming over her cheeks.

"Will you come?" he asks again, pulling her out of her bashfulness but when she fails to give him an answer, "I swear I'm not hitting on you if that's what you think this is"

To that, her head jerks up and she is immediately sucked into those depthless pools of gray. Bonnie shivers because there is something about his eyes that belies his words, something potentially deviant lurking behind those usually innocent pupils of his. She opens her mouth to speak then closes it then opens it once again, looking like a fish she is sure as she searches for her next words. The fact that he is now standing closer than where he had been before she had adverted her eyes may have also contributed to why she's so tongue tied.

He smiles at her inability to form words, somehow managing to steal even closer, "Just doing my neighborly duty of inviting you to a party at my home to which half the town will be attending by the way. Really this isn't some intimate invitation only sorta thing" So which is it? Bonnie itches to say, a small little get together or the bash of the century? Bonnie is starting to feel like she's being manipulated. He takes in her cautionary look and misinterprets, "Look, if my dad were in my position, I'm he would have offered the same invitation"

The look he gives her is so earnest that she almost says yes, but then realizes being around him probably isn't a good idea. If he could transform a confident middle age woman to a blushing teenager with just the use of a few words, then yeah, this party is definitely a no go. She has an image to maintain, allowing this strapping young fellow to further fluster her was not a good look.

"Thanks for the invite" she states coolly, starting to retreat backwards, ice cream in hand, "But I'm going to have to pass." she watches his face fall at her words, lifting up her hand in a farewell gesture, she paints on a pretty smile.. "Good bye, Malachai"

"Kai" he corrects her.

"Right, Kai.." she responds, a finger wagging at him in acknowledgement.

She turns on her heels before he could say anything else and walked away.

The first thing she does when she gets home is peel out of her clothes and take a relaxing bath. With the help of luxurious oils and fancy highly priced bath salts she was able to achieve her desired level of tranquillity. Between her wifely duties of cooking, cleaning, dealing with the kids constantly yammering in her ear, tending to Ezra's needs, she rarely gets the chance to properly unwind.

After practicing meditation techniques taught to her by her lovable bestie Caroline, Bonnie was able to emerge from the bathroom, in a state of complete zen.

The soak was just what she needed (hell, it was damn near imperative, because as much as she missed her babies, would long for Ezra, she knew minor reprieves like this was vital to maintaining ones sanity). So yes, she took this opportunity to clear her head of all the mindless drivel that cluttered it on the daily. Banishing thoughts of her sexless marriage, the unnecessary obsessing over how the kids were doing; were they driving her Grams crazy? Was Grams driving them up a wall with all her superstitious ramble? Or lastly, the ruminations of how a six feet-one gray eyed hottie could make all the erotic zones of her body pulse with need with just one look.

Securing her robe snugly around her waist, Bonnie heads to the kitchen for a glass of wine to help her further relax.

She had already started on her second glass, draped quite comfortably on the leather sofa, scrolling through Netflix when she hears the landline sound.

Moving swiftly back to the kitchen, she lifts the cordless off the charger and manages to answer on the third ring.

Not bothering to glance at the caller ID, she speaks into the handset, "Fitz residence"

"Whatcha' doing?" the exuberant voice of her best friend sounds in her ear, not even bothering with a formal greeting, but hey, that was Caroline for you..

"Self medicating in the form of twenty year old Chateau Lafite "

"Mmmm The good stuff" Caroline hums, sounding impressed.

Bonnie snorts while plopping back down on the couch. Kicking her legs up on her coffee table while speaking in a lack luster tone, "Do you want to do something for the fourth?"

"I can't." Caroline answers just as solemnly. "Tyler's dragging me off to The Parker's annual Independence day ball"

Bonnie's brow rose to that. He didn't say nothing bout no damn ball. Ball meant formal attire and actually putting an effort into ones appearance. Ugh, she knew her spidey senses were tingling for a reason.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I would totally bail but when is the next time I'll get to sip on expensive champagne and gorge on free food all night?"

Bonnie chuckles, her friend was such a mooch.

"You should come" she hears the blue-eyed blonde say.

"I wasn't invited. That's a lie, I was. I ran into the Parker kid today at whole foods. He invited me."

"Who Lucas?"

"No"

"Joey?"

"No, um..Malachai"

"Oh, Kai!" Caroline exclaims in acknowledgment. "Right, I forgot he and Jo were back for the summer"

"Back for the summer?" Bonnie echoes and then immediately feels a bit dense when she gets her answer, "Well, yeah. College kids do get a summer break you know" Caroline drawls in a tone that indicates her thoughts had matched Bonnie's.

Embarrassment pushed aside, Bonnie came to find huge relief at the fact that Kai was at least legal but a part of her was also a tad disappointed. She had hoped he was at least mid-twenties range.

Ugh. What does it matter Bonnie? No matter how old he is, he is still off limits. You're married remember? Have been for nearly two decades now. Act like it.

"So does this mean you're coming? You should come. Picture it, you and I sitting around sipping on thousand dollar champagne gossiping like a bunch of catty teenagers all night. "

Bonnie interrupts Caro's little daydream, "As tempting as that sounds I think I'm going to stay in, make a date with netflix"

Or the Jacuzzi jets...

Caroline suggests another option, "…Or you could always screw your husband" she sing-songs in annoying typical Caroline fashion.

She really shouldn't be surprised by the blondes over stepping of boundaries, I mean this was Caroline we're talking about, despite her knowledge of just how nosey the blonde could be, it hadn't stop the horrified gasp from coming out anyway, "Caroline!" Bonnie's admonishes, her tone pitching higher than usual.

Except, her friend isn't easily chastiste. "I'm just saying. How long has it been? A month, since you two had sex?"

Actually two, and ugh, note to self: Never disclose intimate information regarding my marriage to Caroline ever again.

"Caroline, we are not discussing my husband and I's sex life"

"Why? Someone needs to" Bonnie could practically see Caroline's blank stare even over the phone.

"No we don't. It's perfectly normal for married couples who've been together forever sex life to slow down at some point"

"Yeah, when you're pushing eighty." came Caroline's predictable retort. " You guys are in your prime." Interesting, middle age equated to prime now. Humph. Learn something new everyday. "There's no reason you guys shouldn't be going at it like bunny rabbits. Take Tyler and I for example, we bang every day! Sometimes twice!" she proudly boasts. Bonnie could just see the nauseating grin stretching over her pale features. She rolls her eyes skyward, settling more into the sofa then takes a sip of the wine her husband was going to kill her for opening. "And you and Tyler are still newly weds. Ezra and I are going on twenty years together.."

Caroline lets out a drawn out sigh. "Okay. Whatever. Don't have sex. What do I care?" she grumbles, finally letting go of operation get Bonnie laid.

Thank God.

Despite her best attempts to avoid independence day at the Parker's, she ends up there anyway. An official invitation had mysteriously found it's way on her front porch to said party the day of, tucked inside a bold red envelope with her surname written neatly across the front. Ezra finds the invitation tucked in the door. Of course, her naive husband doesn't comments the obvious, the fact that the invitation was personally hand delivered. A fact that Bonnie cheeks couldn't help but turn crimson at. He obtained her address. Which meant he went through the trouble of looking her up she thinks as her husband reads the invitation aloud, crows feet deepening as his eyes roam over the impeccable cursive.

Her husband is giddy, but she can't seem to return the same enthusiasm. "An invitation to the Governors mansion, can you believe that?"

Yes, she could. Because not even twenty-four hours prior, the invitation sender himself had verbally requested her presence in a frozen food section of the local grocery store, she itches to say but doesn't. Instead she adopts a look of surprise, taking the invitation away from him. "No.." she answers, letting faux stupefaction lace her tone before proceeding to reread what he'd just read aloud, this is all to reiterate her disbelief of course.

When she's done pretending she looks up and notice he's grinning ear to ear.

"So" he chirps when their eyes finally lock, his own glinting with enough mirth to make her want to gag. "What are we wearing?"

Now here she is donned in the slinkiest of dresses, black, backless and guaranteed to turn heads, as she sips mutely on the finest bubbly while Beethoveen floats through the atmosphere.

Bonnie does a brief scan of the room in attempts to locate her husband. Green eyes burning with disapproval at the fact that he'd scurried off not even ten minutes within arrival to "network" as he called it, leaving her to her merry lonesome.

Despite her irritableness, this isn't out of the norm for her, she was used to her husband abandoning her to work the room while she stood awkwardly on the sidelines munching on finger food.

Locating Ezra was akin to finding Waldo in the crowd, the number of tall dark-haired middle aged white men made it nearly impossible for Bonnie to spot her partner of nearly twenty years, which was kind of sad when she thought about it. It meant her husband blended in, and that was never good.

Bonnie decides to just text him instead and in the mean time do a little smoozing of her own. Despite not knowing much of anyone, she bravely puts on her big girl pants and work the room, exchanging brief pleasantries with some of the cities most prominent citizens. She even got to meet the Governor and his herd of offspring(fuck there were a lot of them) the one that mattered though was no where in sight. When she felt like she couldn't fake it any longer, in fear her face would split from all the forced smiling she was having to do, Bonnie decided that a little fresh air would do her some good.

Navigating her way through the ginormous house, made her feel like she was in a maze with all it's twist and turns but atlas she locates the backyard. Right away Bonnie traispes her way over to the poolside Cabana which provides ample lighting over the vicinity allowing her to revel in the extravagantness to which the massive expanse of land was decorated. Clearly the party being expected to move outside once the fireworks started, but for now it was just her and the starless sky.

Her eyes move past the brick, tiles and cedar that makes up the manmade structure and focuses solely on the built in kitchen and bar, thinking how at any minute now it will be swarmed with busy workers as they scramble to prepare for the large crowd the firework show will soon bring.

Bonnie's seriously thinking of pulling out a chair and plopping down to give her poor little toes a rest when she feels the air shifts. A shiver suddenly climbs up her spine and at that moment, Bonnie knows she's no longer alone.

She turns, her green orbs taking in an impeccably dressed Malachai Parker, looking devilishly handsome in a sinfully tailored Armani tux and Tom Ford patent leather loafers. Bonnie eyes then flick towards the bottle of champagne that dangles in his right hand before meeting his dark pupils again.

"You showed" the timber of his voice is lower than usual. The corner of his mouth curving upwards in a teasing smirk.

That shiver, that goddamn shiver that left her disjointed just moments prior returns with a vengence despite it being seventy-nine degrees out. Bonnie tries not to explore the hows or whys his presence is causing such a rumble within her being, responding instead with, "I did" a smile slithers over her face as she watches him advance to where she was standing in the Canbana. "Thanks for inviting me." she comments, trying her best to rule her body under control as his dark irises assesses her own.

He nods, gray orbs never leaving her face. "Of course"

Feeling like his unrelenting gaze on her would never lift, Bonnie starts to make her way towards the lounge area in attempt to avoid his penetrating stare, the limestone beneath her feet clacking softly against the soles of her Manolo Blahnik peep toe heels with each step she makes, "It's beautiful out here" she sighs coming to a stop, her hands running up and down her arms in attempts to soothe the goosebumps that has broken over her skin.

The spot she settles on thanks to the LED and fiber-optic fixtures integrated into the trees, rocks and under water features affords Bonnie's with just the perfect lighting to admire the outdoor oasis in it's entirety. She takes in a breath as her eyes feast upon the beauty before her, from the intricately crafted stone work that makes up the paving, to the multi-level waterfall (which is set off by a rocky terrain of boulder-esque field stones and terra-cotta granite) the sight makes her want to peel out of her expensive gown and over priced heels and stand under the sparkling arc allowing the crisp water to drench her body entirely. Bonnie snaps out of her fantasy, allowing her orbs to take in the rich tones of the border planting. The California poppies, Erigerons and knockout roses that the grounds are sewn in with is a welcomed splash of color to the otherwise earthy tone oasis. There's also a sprinkle of Japanese maples, Keteleeri trees and gardenias to add to the private paradise ambiance but what she's impressed with the most is the use of mirror reflecting, the built in lagoon and natural pond that exist side by side provides the perfect combination of nature and architecture. Bonnie's simply amazed. And to think she thought the inside was breathtaking. Whoever designed the landscaping out here deserved a freaking medal because it was definitely a picture worthy of a postcard.

"Your home, it's lovely" she verbalizes her thoughts.

"It's not my home" she feels his presence behind her, tempted to turn around.

"Well, your fathers home then" Bonnie corrects herself, still not glancing at him.

She senses him shift from behind her. That was all wrong. He knew it. She knew it. "He seems nice by the way, your dad. Well, your entire family actually." Bonnie feels another shiver pass through her as he settles beside her. She finally gathers the nerve to look at him and is surprised to see his eyes averted to the emerald waters of the pool ahead. They didnt stay there long, sensing her eyes on him he turns to her, tone grave. "Well, that's exactly what they want you to think"

Her brows hitches as this. "So they aren't?" she questions. "Nice people.." the last bit tacked on as her bright green eyes narrows in on his all too flawless face.

It's makes her uncomfortable how perfect he is.

When he doesn't respond, she replies with, "I'll take that as a no" she sidles closer, ignoring the voice inside her head that is telling her to turn around and high tail it out of here before she does something foolish. "So what about you? Does the apple fall far from the tree?"

He ignores her questioning, holding up the bottle of pricey champagne. "Want some?"

She lifts a hand to refuse. "Thanks, but I think I've had more than enough already" she confesses and then raising a questioning brow, tone humorous, "Are you even old enough to drink?" she asks poking fun but also secretly trying to find out exactly how old he was.

He gives her a knowing smirk, like he was all too privy to the real reasoning for her question. "September can't come fast enough"

Which meant he was twenty. She was almost correct when she said she was twice his age. Off by just one year.

"Underage drinking. Under my watch. Great." she continues to prattle on in a seemingly joking manner but deep down she feels disgusting for crushing on someone who isn't even old enough to buy a beer.

He laughs and her heart flutters at the sound, temporarily burying her disgust. "You say that as if you're my baby sitter"

She glances at him, curiosity coating her pupils. "At least tell me your parents are allowing it solely for the holiday" she made a slip up, his mom was dead according to google search. She opens her mouth to apologize but he speaks first.

"Okay." he begins, not at all seeming fazed by her oops moment. "My dad is allowing it solely for the holiday"

She eyes him skeptically. "Wow. That doesn't sound like a lie at all" which earns her another chuckle.

"You're free to ask him if you like" he encourages, gesturing towards the mansion, amusement clouding his dark pupils, bringing a level of playfulness to them.

She's not sure which look she prefers, the smoldering sexy heart throb or approachable boy next door.

Bonnie bites down on her lip then sighs, irritated at her line of thoughts. "That won't be necessary"

"You believe me, then?" he says peeking up at her through dark lashes, tone deliciously low.

"No" she admits and then laughs. "But you're almost of age and what harm could a little alcohol do?" his lips twitches yet he says nothing, Bonnie continues on, or rambles on rather, "Besides, you're in the confines of your own home. It's not like you're out on the roadway putting others in danger or anything" she finishes lamely.

His free hand lifts, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I knew I pegged you for one of the cool ones for a reason"

And by ones, did he mean geriatrics?

"Ha" she snorts. "Be sure to mention that to my eleven year old, he seems to think otherwise"

"Oh, I doubt it. I'm sure he thinks you're the coolest." he disagrees, smiling a little and then just like that his face is all planes and angles, "How many kids do you have?" matching his expression, his tone is quite serious, as if he's truly interested in learning more about her personal life.

"Two." she answers proudly, feeling a tug pull at her lips, "Boy and a girl. Eleven and nine" she continues suppressing the urge to whip out her phone and flaunt her babies.

He nods. "I have siblings close to their age. Joey and Claire, always getting into trouble those two" he tsks before taking a swig of champagne.

A small smile graces her features, thinking of her own and how venturesome they were. "Sounds like mine. Kids are definitely a handful" she agrees, a content sigh blowing past her lips. As much as her babies gave her a headache at times, she wouldn't trade those little monsters for the world.

"Yeah but that's why there's cartoons and iPads and video games.. To keep them busy.."

"Is that what you do to keep them out of your face, push them off to electronics?" she immediately wants to take the words back because it had come off as annoyingly judgmental.

He gives a lazy shrug, unbothered by her accusing tone. "Sponge bob is far more interesting than I am"

"Yeah, well, distractions only works for so long, after a while you'll have to put in some actual work"

Ugh Bonnie.. what are you saying? Taking care of his siblings shouldn't be a burden he should have to bare. Hell, he's damn near a kid himself.

"And that's where Jo comes in, she loves the whole nurturing thing, playing substitute mom." the last part almost comes out bitter but his brain must have registered how it sounded because suddenly his tone sweetened up "She's great with kids. It's in her nature. If Jo was put on this earth to do anything, it was to be a mom."

Bonnie recalls meeting her earlier, her memory serving up images, tabling them to the forefront of her brain of a tall pretty girl with black shoulder length hair and striking blue eyes.

"Jo is your twin right?" she's heard this somewhere by someone tonight. Or maybe she read it online when she Internet stalked him the other day.

Yeah that.

"Fraternal"

"No way" she comments eyes widening, in mock humor.

"Yeah, believe it or not people have a hard time telling us apart"

"Well, now that you've mentioned it. You two do look identical" she says, playing along.

"I always tell 'em to look at the eyes. It's our only tell"

Bonnie finds herself snickering at his unexpected sense of humor. When she finally sobers, "You and Jo, what school are you attending?"

"Columbia"

"Ivy leaugue" she says with an approving nod.

"Daddy dearest wouldn't have it any other way" he makes known, offering a small smile but she couldn't tell how genuine it was.

Bonnie clears her throat, edging more towards the shaded area, this time under a Japanese maple. Something about carrying on a conversation with a guy young enough to be her son who also happens to be drop dead gorgeous made her extremely aware of the optics. All she could think of was, what if someone saw her out here talking to him..? What would they assume?

Bonnie pushes those thoughts to the far recesses of her brain, "What year are you in?"

'I'll be a senior in the fall," he follows her, though in his head he's probably wondering why she can't stay still. "-and then after that Med school it is" his tone is quite neutral for someone discussing their future, which makes her think this future of his isn't of his choosing.

Bonnie can't help but commiserate, she was all too familiar with the burden of having an overbearing parent.

"What kind of doctor are you aspiring to be?"

"Psychologist"

"Oh? What made you want to go that route?" For some reason she was expecting him to say a dermatologist or cosmetic surgeon, an occupation leaning more towards the shallow side of the medical field. Plus, who could really blame a beautiful person for catering to the needs of those who longed to possess such beauty of their own? By no means did he strike her as the type to want to pick apart somone's brains, but then, Bonnie had to swiftly remind herself that she doesn't know this man from Adam...

"I dunno" he shrugs breezily, a dimpled smile blooming over his handsome face. "The human mind fascinates me I suppose"

Hmmm, maybe she was wrong about her assessment earlier about his future being decided for him, "My husband, he's actually a psychoanalyst" she says brushing a stray lock of hair out of face. Her bun was starting to loosen, when she got the chance she would have to find a bathroom to fix it.

"Really?" he steps closer, his tone cool, belying his expression. His eyes had widened considerably in complete and utter fascination, which was weird because surely he couldn't be this interested in her husbands profession.

"Yeah, he used to have his own practice back home" she answers listlessly.

A practice that nearly ruined my marriage.

"Back home?"

"Virginia," He had nothing to say to this just nodded for her to continue, "but, um, he was recently offered a job at KPAM as an on air psychiatrist, that's why we moved here actually, he starts next month after his book tour." she answers proudly.

"Is he here?"

"What?"

"Your husband. Is he here?" she blinks not sure why him asking her this unnerves her so much. Though unnerve isn't quite the right term to use, more like frighten the beejesus out of her. What if he plans on seeking Ezra out?

His next string of words confirms this..

"Don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting him yet.." he tilts his head down, giving her an expectant stare.

Bonnie shifts on her size six feet, breaking eye contact, looking past him towards the mansion where her husband was somewhere sipping on champagne and smoozing it up with Portlands most influential because Lord knows he wasn't running around the place searching for her. Asswad still hadn't returned her text.

"Uh, he's around here somewhere" her words were hurried. She felt fidgety. Like she'd just ingested a gallon of caffeine, "I have to go" she let's him know, her head snapping back in his direction to give him one last glance before she's off but not really because even though her eyes are trained in his general direction, she's still not looking at him. Her gaze settles somewhere over his head. They don't rest there long, immediately whipping back around as she begin her pursuit back to the party.

His velvety tone stops her retreat dead in their tracks.

"You're leaving?" the obvious disappointment clear in his tone.

Bonnie turns, hesitantly, catching the tail end of him stuffing his hands into his pockets. Having placed down the bottle of champagne, apparently sometime when her back was to him or maybe this occurred when she was looking every where but at him while carrying on like an idiot with her barely thought out ramblings, she isn't sure which.

Slapping on a masquerade of a smile, she says in a even more fraudulent tone, "Yep, I should go find my husband before he gets lost in this monstrosity of a home" all while gesturing behind her.

He doesn't comments just nods. This should have been the part when she turns around and heads inside to do exactly what she said she would do, locate her husband. Instead, she allows her lustful orbs to flicker greedily over his face. Finally taking in her fill of him. She's glanced but hasn't truly looked at him since he's stepped outside to join her. Afraid her eyes would linger too long and he would get the wrong impression of her.

Wrong impression. Ha.

She could feel the heat flush her cheeks as he stares back, the look he gives, mirroring her own. Bonnie doesn't think, doesn't breath, doesn't even know she isn't taking in oxygen until her lungs starts to scream for air. It's when she lets in a breath that she realizes how much time has passed and how very inappropriate this little starring match of theirs is. Bonnie doesn't get to reflect on this long before a sultry voice pulls them out of their bubble.

"Oh, there you are" Bonnie's head whips around to find Katherine Pierce, daughter of Stephen Pierce, state's attorney, approaching, donned in a red Marc Jacobs number, strapless heels colliding against crisp fresh cut grass, her chocolate colored orbs narrowing in on Kai as she finally comes to a stop just a foot away from him, passing up Bonnie in the process. "I've been looking all over for you" She says, her voice a touch out of breath and slightly irritated. She ignores Bonnie's presence completely, even though they've met briefly, not even fifteen minutes ago. Instead of getting offended Bonnie takes this as her opportunity to get the hell out of dodge, shuffling past the brunette in determined strides towards the mansion. She doesn't clear five feet before his voice halts her steps for the second time tonight.

"Mrs. Fitz" The deep pitch of his voice vibrating through her bones. It was a moment before she turns to face him. Half of his face is hidden by the shadows of the large tree. There was a yes? waiting somewhere on the tip of her tongue, but never slips past her lips. He speaks, and she doesn't know what to expect but the "Enjoy the rest of your evening" that spills from his mouth was definitely not it.

Tipping her head forward in a parting nod, she utters the words, "You too, Malachai" he opens his mouth to speak, "Kai" she says correcting herself before he gets the chance to. The last thing she sees before turning around and making her way back inside was an almost there smile twitching his perfect lips.

The good news? Ezra hadn't gotten lost. The bad news? He wanted nothing to do with her. Engulfed in sports related talk with his new found besties Atticus Shane and Alaric Saltzman he pretty much shooed her away the moment she interrupted their basketball talk to ask what a drop step was. Feeling neglected, Bonnie went looking for Caroline to vent out her frustrations regarding her seemingly perfect husband, only to find out she and Tyler had left shortly after arriving, thirty minutes ago. Apparently Tyler had developed a stomach bug, having gotten hold to some bad seafood from earlier. Who eats sushi on the forth of July anyway?

As the evening progresses, more and more of Bonnie's friends starts to show. Wait, maybe friends was too strong of a word to use. Because lets be real, she's only known most of these people for just a handful of months. So if anything they were more like acquaintances. Ugh. Does it matter? Just be grateful to be in the midst of some familiar faces in the sea of strangers surrounding her. But of course it doesn't take long before she grows tired of discussing country clubs and bake sales and HOA memberships, though the last one didn't bother her so much, if something could be done to get Mrs. Alperstein to finally tame that jungle she called a front lawn then she was down. The only other person who could remotely offer her non domesticated conversation was Rebekah Mikaelson.

"Rebekah, hey. How's it been?" Bonnie says sidling up beside the gorgeous blonde.

"This party bloody blows" the brit huffs in response, scanning the crowd with disdain coated pupils, she blows out a dispirited breath.

Bonnie can't help but laugh, in the four months that she's known the socialite, she doesn't think she's ever seen anything other than the perpetual frown grace the blondes pretty face.

Bonnie shrugs impassively. "I dunno, it's not that bad" she looks around and spots a server holding a tray with flutes of champagne on it. She makes sure to swipe two as the waiter passes, handing one over to her ever-so gloomy friend.

"Oh please, a bunch of entitled narcissist prattling endlessly about their perfect careers, and their fancy cars and their trophy spouses. It's sickening Bonnie. And do you know why?" she doesn't wait for Bonnie to respond instead carrying on with her tirade. "Because they're all just pretenders. They pretend their lives isn't a joke, that it actually has meaning." she chuckles derisively, "Give them a bottle of Temazepam and see how quick they are to end it."

"So umm" Bonnie clears her throat, trying to steer the conversation in a less depressing direction. "Where's Stefan, he here?" Bonnie eyes dart around the room, searching for Rebekah's caramel haired boyfriend. Correction; fiancé, although they've been engaged for like a decade now, at least that's what Caroline says, but of course Caroline does tend to exaggerate at times..

"Somewhere galavanting around here with Nik I suppose" she then turns to face Bonnie, blue eyes narrowing in concern, "Is it odd they're always together?" she asks. Her features softening. There's a vulnerableness to her expression that wasn't there before.

"I hadn't noticed" Lie. That was a lie. Klaus and Stefan were weirdly attached to the hip. Where there was Klaus, Stefan wasn't too far behind and If Bonnie didn't know any better she would have pegged them as lovers instead. "Have you guys set a date yet?" she deters, trying to get away from the other topic entirely.

"As a matter of fact we have, the first saturday of Neveruary"

Bonnie burst into laughter, delighted by the blondes ability to poke fun at herself and the fucked up situation that was most likely the cause of the heavy storm clouds looming over she and Stefan's relationship. "I'll be sure to clear my schedule that weekend" she says cackling.

"Bonnie Bennett-Fitz is my potential life of being a forever fiancé amusing to you?" Rebekah remarks, using Bonnie's full name in order to properly chastiste but Bonnie knew the attempt at reprimanding was only half hearted.

Bonnie is still giggling when she answers, "Hey, you made the joke"

Laughter trickles out of the blonde lips for the teeniest of moments before her brain finally catches on to the fact that she's having a genuinely joyful moment, because hello that isn't allowed. The downbeat disposition is back, in full effect. Sporting a sour pout, she whines, "I swear if Stefan doesn't commit to a date already I'm going to bloody murder him."

"Listen," Bonnie begins malachite orbs locking onto baby blues, capturing her friends complete and undivided attention, she makes sure the tone she uses is good and stern for what she's about to say next, "You have to put your foot down. Give him an ultimatum. Tell him if he doesn't set a date, you're gone"

"And force his hand?" the blonde nearly whines, peering at Bonnie with despondent eyes.

"Or you can allow him to string you along until you two are old and senile..." Bonnie perks up, a crooked smile landing on her stunning albeit asymmetrical face. "Upside. Imagine the cuteness though, you two getting hitched sporting matching depends.."

"Bloody hell" Rebekah swore, stalking off, in search for Stefan Bonnie presumed, or at least she hoped..

The fireworks starts promptly at nine.

And Bonnie has to admit it's a display of patriotism like she's never seen.

Red, white and blue light up the sky in a succession of dramatic explosions and Bonnie can't help but be amazed. Even when hailing from one of the hickest of towns in the country, where patriotism was a way of life, where half of the year is spent planning the upcoming July fourth festivities, and yet here she is finding herself blown away.

Yep. Joshua Parker did independence day better. He did it way better.

It's when Ezra is in the midst of pointing out this really cool display when she feels eyes on her. Feel the tingles shoot up and down her spine. Even before she looks up and her verdant orbs meets his, she knew it would be him watching her, knew the look she would find starring back at her. All heat coating those smokey colored irises. Bonnie wants to look away, she truly does. Knows it's the smart thing to do if she wants to avoid bringing attention to herself. But she can't, even with her husband prattling enthusiastically beside her, she can't seem to pull her eyes away from this strangers hypnotic gaze.

It's horrid the way she lust for a complete stranger. She doesn't even know him and yet she finds herself completely enthralled by him. So much so she wants to stalk up to him and demonstrate to him just how she's feenin' right now. He must knows what she's thinking because she watches him swallow, his Adams apple bobbing jerkily in his throat. And why does this turn her on even more? Ugh she's mad, has to be, it's the only explanation as to why she's sending fuck me eyes to a twenty year old college student.

She feels strong arms slide around her waist, tugging her closer, the action finally snapping her out of the trance. Bonnie turns to look up at her husband who's still enjoying the firework show, a pretty smile lighting up his handsome face, almost as dazzling as the pyrotechnics. She lifts a delicate hand, placing it firmly on his torso before following his gaze to the sparkling sky, trying her best to ignore the burning gaze searing her flesh.

The champagne runs right through Bonnie. Which shouldn't be a surprise being she's had nine glasses and that doesn't even include the three she consumed before the show. She doesn't laments on the fact that she needed to self medicate in order for her to get herself through the evening in the first place. Her frayed nerves were threatening to ruin the joyous occasion so getting wasted had been her only option, since leaving wasn't. Ezra had talked her into staying, guilt tripping her with some bullshit excuse about them hardly getting out. So yeah, she finished off roughly two bottles of champagne. What?

It's when she's coming out the restroom after emptying her blatter when she hears the sounds. At first she thinks they're whimpers. Is someone crying? But the closer she gets she realizes they aren't whimpers at all. They're moans.

This should have been her cue to turn around, mind her business and head back to the party. But curiosity gets the best of her. There's a pressing need to find out the voices behind those sounds. Feeding her curiosity, Bonnie tip toes towards the door at the end of the hall, being as quiet as she can to not alert the moaners of her presence.

Having successfully made it to the door without outing herself, she quietly sighs in relief, her delicate fingers moving towards the door knob. The door is already creaked slightly casting a faint light into the hallway so all she has to do was push it open just a few inches to make it possible to peer inside.

Expecting to find two of her neighbors, after sneaking away from the party to get in a brief quickie, she nearly gasp taking in the vision before her, bringing her hand up to stifle the sound.

Long flowing mahogany curls bobbing up and down as long nimble fingers run through the thick mane, encouraging her efforts, with gentle caresses and honey coated syllables.

"Katherine. Fuck baby. Just like that" he encourages softly, lustfully, as his hand knots in her massive locks, helping guide her to the pace he prefers.

Everything inside her is screaming for her to leave. Shut the door close and take her horny ass back outside. Back to the party. Back to her husband. That's what her mind tells her. Her body however, has a mind of it's own. Her tiny feet stays rooted in place as she watches with increasing interest as the towns slut polishes Kai's rather impressive knob. There was a word for what she was doing, voyeurism. Yep. She was a voyeur. Or if you were brutally honest, a sick fuck, snooper, peeping Tom... There were a ton of other words that could be used to describe what she was. All of them, in which, should incite some level of disgust within her. Negative. All she feels is burning desire lighting up her senses at watching the two engage in oral.

Sure Bonnie has watched her fair share of porn, particular in her younger years, her sole reason doing so, being educational purposes. She needed tutorials on how to properly give a blow job (one that would make her lovers toes curl) and going to her girlfriends wasn't something she felt comfortable with being most were severely religious and didn't engage in those kind of acts. Or so she had thought at the time. She wished she'd known Caroline back then, carefree, sexually liberated Caroline; her prude friends wasn't the business and she was sure the blonde would have been more then happy to oblige with helpful tips on the matter.

"Fuck. Yes. Suck this dick you filthy fucking whore" he says leaning on the cherry wood desk, one hand still splayed in her hair while the other gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk.

Bonnie eyes expands to the size of balloons, shocked to hear those words come out of Malachai's mouth. It's hard to believe this is the same straight-lace, polo wearing, country club member having kid who saved her pup a few days ago. That Kai looked like the filthiest word he'd ever uttered in his life was damn. This Kai looks like he knows every naughty word in the English language and practices them often.

She was sure Kai's foul mouth would earn him a hard slap across the face, followed by an theatrics filled departure from the girl. None of that came. Actually, his harsh words seem to spur on more moans out of the dark hair beauty.

"Worship it slut" he continues on, eyes closing shut in bliss, as she takes him in deeper with renewed vigor.

In a trance, Bonnie watches as the town slut pleasures the Parker boy, mouth parting with every thrust Kai makes as her dainty fingers brush past the tender skin of her bosom. Heat was starting to suffuse her insides, spreading from her gut to her limbs, causing her body to feel like the sun rested in her belly.

Now she could feel the heat spread low, fanning down to her nether regions. And what started off a tingle a moment ago was now pulsing with hot need.

Bonnie swallows, watching his teeth sink down hard into his plump lower lip. His eyes slowly peel open, and instead of his gaze landing on Katherine, the one responsible for the lust swirling his pupils, they immediately flicker towards the door ahead, locking eyes with her.

Spooked, Bonnie immediately jumps back, getting the hell out of view and scampers off.

A hand still hovering over her mouth, she concentrates on breathing as her heart hammers behind her ribcage while she gets far away from the study as humanly possible.

He saw me! The mantra replays repeatedly in her head.

Fuck.

Bonnie squeezes her eyes shut pressing the pads of her fingers harshly against her lids, he thinks I'm a pervert. She let's out a stream of expletives, cursing herself for being so damn stupid and horny but mostly stupid. She just had to go follow the moans. Someone with even a modicum of intelligence would have went on their merry way..not stand there and watch a stranger receive head through the crack of a door jam like some sick fuck...

Bonnie doesn't know how she will explain just what she was doing spying on him if he ever confronts her. Which she has a sinking feeling he would. Or maybe he would tell his dad instead...

She finally reopens her eyes and pulls herself together, telling herself not to be silly, going to his dad about her spying would also mean admitting to inappropriately having sex in his dads study which was far worse she thinks..

Hey dad so the creepy neighbor lady from down the block was spying on my girlfriend polishing my knob in your study as you entertained guest..

Yeah, wasn't going to happen because self preservation was a mother and people didn't tend to rat on themselves..

Bonnie lets out a huge sigh of relief, at least she wouldn't have that to worry about. Just as the thought flitters through her mind she ends up running into someone as she turns the corner.

It turns out to be her husband.

The familiar face doesn't stop her from being any less spooked.

"Whoa" he says steadying her by placing firm hands on her shoulders. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all over" his hands begins to travel down her arms.

After her equilibrium returns she answers, taking a step back to regard him, "Freshening up, sorry I took so long." she wipes a clammy hand over her forehead, inadvertedly bringing attention to the obvious lie she had just told about freshening up. She looks a flustered sweaty mess, she was sure. "Ready to finish watching the display?" Her brows go up in anticipation, she hope she doesn't sound as nervous as she feels.

His eyes narrow before finally nodding, "Yeah, sure" he says leading her back outside.

Bonnie can't keep her hands off of Ezra on the ride home, if her hands aren't running up and down his slacks they were in his hair or tickling the litter of hair that made up his five o' clock shadow.

Bonnie grins as she watches his throat work, his Adams apple bobbing erratically as her hands slide down to more interesting places.

"Remember how free we were when we first started dating, how we use to fuck any and everywhere?" Bonnie recalls, trying not to think if her sudden use of bold language had been somehow inspired by Kai at all. She shuts down the thought instead focusing on reminiscing back to the good ol' days when she and Ezra's sex life had been explosive. When even Carrie Bradshaw would have been envious.

Ezra manages to let out a throaty laugh, his mind taking him down memory lane when all they did was screw. Quickies in the back of his Camero, hand jobs in the movie theaters, sex in the bathroom of Bonnie's parents beach house. Everything had been so uncomplicated back then. There was no Med school to distract him. No demanding jobs. No babies or PTA meetings to arrange. Just unbridled passion for the girl with the butterfly tattoo.

"How could I forget?"

"Don't you miss it? That excitement?" she queries nibbling on his ear, her deft fingers starting to work on unfastening his belt.

"Whoa, what are you doing Bonnie?" he demands, not even acknowledging her question instead he watches her hands move at a blistering pace at removing his belt.

Bonnie hadn't deign to answer. She figures why tell him when she could show him instead. The moment the belt is unbuckled, she unbuttons his slacks and slides down the zipper. Reaching inside his boxers, she grabs hold of his cock, starting to massage his half chub.

He let's out a sputter of breath. "Fuck, Bonnie you're going to make me crash. What the hell's gotten into you?"

"I want you, cant you tell?" before he could give an answer, she whispers a suggestion in his ear.

"What?" he looks over at her like she's crazy.

"Pull over" she demands, mischief flickering in her pupils.

He laughs but it isn't coated in mirth, it sounds awkward to her ears, "Bonnie we live in a residential neighborhood. I can't just pull over on someone's property and let you service me" he grabs hold of her enthusiastic fingers, stifling all movement from them, which in turn causes a sting of rejection to shoot through her.

Despite her best efforts to stamp down on the urge to pout like a six year old, her bottom lip juts out anyway, quite dramatically, causing Ezra's eyes to soften. His hands were immediately on her face, comforting her. The pad of her thumb brushing softly against her cheek. "Wait until we get home, okay?" Yeah wait 'til we get back to our boring home, to have our boring sex in our boring bed Bonnie snarks inwardly. "I promise to make it worth the wait."

A snort was lodged somewhere between her throat and the tip of her tongue. As if she hasn't heard that line before.

Bonnie hadn't let Ezra near her when they arrived home. That bitter sting of rejection the sole catalyst to thwarting off his advances. Despite being P/O'd beyond comprehension, there was still her body's overbearing need for sexual release. Bonnie needed to come desperately and since Ezra's rod was out of the question, she settles with her fingers instead, pumping in and out of her center as the tepid water fills the tub. Not stopping until her walls starts to contract around her fingers and a wave of pleasure washes over her.

She thought finally getting to come would be just what she needed to rid herself of thoughts of him, that it would magically make the lust disappear..

Wrong.

Sleep evades her all night. All she can think about is Malachai and his moans and the way his face contorted in pleasure as he was brought closer and closer to the edge.

Sadly, she couldn't think of a time where she had been more turned on in her life than when she had watched the Govenors kid receive a blow job from his slutty girlfriend. She doesn't know if it was the insertion of dominance or those filthy words that slipped past his plump lips or maybe she just like watching two people get it on? Who knows?

All she knows for sure is that experience had awaken something inside of her.

Something that desperately wanted to be unleashed.

A/N okay so Bonnie mentally beats herself up a lot about Kai's age and how young he looks but lets be clear this isn't boyish prison world Kai. This is the fine fucker who crashed Jo's wedding and slaughtered everyone in sight Kai. Had to clear that up before you all start calling Bonnie pervy which she probably is considering she's got a kink for watching ppl fuck. If anyone watches PLL than you know who Ezra is, just picture him with fifteen years added onto his age. This will be an extremely short multi-chapt, don't plan on going past five chapters. Okay with all that being said thank you for taking the time out to read please post your thoughts, I'd love to know what you guys think and who knows maybe i'll feel compelled to drop another chapter very soon. Oh and you've been warned, this is not a love story, I repeat this is not a love story.

Oh and also I may need a beta, anyone?