A/N: This is just going to be a quick, little three-shot. I have the first two chapters written, so it'll be wrapped up quickly. Enjoy!

I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Inspiration/Song Suggestions: "Rolling Stone" – Niykee Heaton

Chapter One:

"He really burned you, huh?" A deep voice said from beside me. I grimaced. Am I really that easy to read? Of course I am… Story of my fucking life.

I turned to see who the voice belonged to and I wasn't disappointed. He was tall, a little rough around the edges, but well-kept. He was gorgeous and for some reason, his attention was focused on me.

"Why are you assuming that I'm down about a man?" I countered, before I could put anymore thought into a response. He smirked and took a swig of his beer.

"Are you down about a female?" He asked, his voice filled with doubt.

"Not this time," I admitted.

"You need a distraction." He suggested. I looked him over and finished my drink.

"You seem to think you know a lot about me." I breathed, before ordering another vodka cranberry. He laughed and I realized that I loved that sound.

"I'm good at reading people." He replied. I stood up and turned to face him.

"Maybe. Or maybe you're just trying to get in my pants." I told him. And honestly, my guess is more likely.

"I would definitely not complain about getting in your pants, but you might need the distraction more than me." He more-or-less agreed with a shrug.

"I don't buy that. Something tells me that you need it just as much." I argued. He looked impressed and I was definitely interested. "Why do you need a distraction?" I pressed.

"Bad break up," he replied, smoothly. I took a sip of my drink.

"Same. Being cheated on always gives me the warm and fuzzies. I came out to get drunk." I admitted.

"Then, let's get drunk. I'm Dean." He introduced himself.

"I'm Bonnie."

"Something tells me we're going to be friends."

"There's no way that I'm take a… Wait. What are those called, again?" Dean asked me. I just laughed.

"No one said you had to. I can just take them both. They're called 'Lemon Drops.'" I said, taking one of the shots. He stared at me, as he mulled it over.

"What's in it for me, if I take it?" He asked me. I just shrugged.

"The satisfaction of being pleasantly surprised." I laughed.

"How about you kiss me?" He tried. I nodded.

"Done," I agreed. He shot is back, like it was nothing. To him, it probably was.

"Okay… I wouldn't mind having another one of those." He conceded. I laughed and ordered two more. He looked at me expectantly, but I just raised my glass. We brought our glasses together, before taking our shots.

I moved closer to him and put my hand on the side of face, before touching my lips to his. I pushed my lips firmly against his and deepened the kiss. His hands settled on my hips and he let me take control. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and let myself enjoy it for a little bit longer, before pulling away. I don't want to lose myself in public.

"It was worth it. Do I get this every time I take one?" He inquired. I laughed and shrugged.

"Do you need it? You liked the shot. I don't think bribing you is really necessary." I teased.

"That's cold." He complained.

"But did you die?"

I laughed, as I missed another shot at pool. There was no way that Dean was still taking this game seriously. Sure, he was pretty intoxicated, but I'm worse off that he is. I thought him trying to teach me how to play was hilarious. He positioned my hands on the stick, but I just shook my head. There's no way that I'm going to remember any of this in the morning. I let go of the stick and turned around to face him.

"I give up." I told him. He just smirked at me.

"Then what should we do instead?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"We should go. I'm tired of wearing pants. And if I take them off here, I doubt they'd let us stay, anyway." I suggested.

"I'm not going to complain… Where to? Your place or mine?" He pressed. I bit my lip, as I mulled it over. I really don't want to go to his place.

"Mine," I decided. "I didn't drive, but we can walk. It's not that far." I told him. He nodded and put his arm around me, as we headed to the door.

"Are you sure you really want to take a stranger home with you?" He asked me. I shrugged. I know it's not the smartest thing I've ever done, but I haven't gotten any bad vibes from him.

"You can't be any worse than the people I do know." I replied. He accepted my response with a nod.

It didn't take us long to get there, maybe ten minutes or so. I unlocked the door and stepped aside, so he could follow me in. He didn't need an invitation, so he's not a vampire. Good to know. I shut and locked the door behind him, before toeing off my boots. I let out a sigh of relief, as I pulled off my pants.

"You weren't kidding." He observed.

"Nope," I agreed, before slipping my bra off, from under my shirt and dropping it to the floor. "Much better. Do you want anything? A drink?" I offered.

"I want you, but I'll settle for a drink." He accepted. I felt a blush creeping to my face. Yup. He really just said that. Drink. He wanted a drink. Focus Bonnie. I walked to the kitchen and poured him a scotch. I thought he'd prefer that to the wine I normally indulge with.

"Here you go." I handed him the glass. He took it from my hand and set it down. He pulled me closer to him and felt my heartbeat quicken. He pressed his lips to mine and I forgot how to breathe. I melted into it – into him. I kissed him with a desperation I didn't know I was feeling. It felt so damn good to be wanted. I never wanted to let this feeling go.

"Bedroom?" He asked pulling away, just enough to breathe.

"Upstairs," I panted. He picked me up and we were on our way. Is this really happening? How is this my life? I was transfixed in disbelief the entire way to my bedroom.

"If you're going to regret this in the morning, we shouldn't do this." He told me. Even as the words left his mouth, he looked like he was kicking himself for saying them.

"I won't regret it in the morning. I want this… I would just never have the courage to go for it sober." I admitted.

"You're sure?" He asked me. I nodded. He didn't need any further encouragement. Our clothes were coming off and my back was against my mattress, before I could catch my breath. I mewed underneath him, thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. Before he could ask, I reached over and grabbed a condom out of my nightstand drawer.

His hands were everywhere and my body was signing. Goddess, have I missed this. I can't remember the last time I felt wanted. And right now, there's no doubt in my mind that I am.

"Gotdamn… I'm not sure what I did to deserve this, but I'm glad I do." He breathed. His fingers moved inside of me at a sinful pace, as he his other hand to slip on the condom. I felt my release, building in the pit of my stomach. I knew that I was going to come soon. "That's it. I want you coming, as I thrust inside of you." He groaned. I took a sharp intake of breath and dug my fingers into his back, as I slammed into my orgasm.

He moved inside of me and my orgasm intensified. I couldn't control the sounds that I was making. I tried and failed to move my hips in time with his. He slowed it down and let me ride out my high.

"Fuck," I uttered, as I came back into consciousness. He leaned down and kissed me, as we moved together. "Let me on top. I want to ride you." I told him. He smirked at me and obliged. He switched our positions and I took control.

I couldn't get enough. He was hitting my spots in just the right way. I was living for it.

All too soon, the feeling was back. I knew I was close to finishing, again… I just needed some help getting there. His movements were becoming increasingly erratic. I knew he was getting closer, too. He reached between us and started rubbing my nub. It was just enough to push me over the edge. I came with scream and he followed right after me.

I slumped against him, as the aftershocks flooded through me. I moved off of him and tried to catch my breath. He pulled me closer to him and I laid my head on his chest. He held me and I could feel myself started to nod off.