The usual warnings for this story, sexual situations.

All mistakes are mine.

It falls on a Tuesday. It's just like every other Tuesday. He wakes up, slides out of bed and goes downstairs for a bag of blood.

He sips the blood in the basement in his boxers. He sits on the deep freezer until he's finished and tosses the bag in the garbage can across the room. Eventually, he'll walk upstairs to see if his mom's still home. If she's working in her office or going to the one at city hall.

Today, she's at a home, a pen tucked behind her ear as she taps away at her keyboard, her glasses low on her nose.

Her desk is lined with bouquets of flowers. Tacky, hideous arrangements he knows she's only keeping there to be nice. One of the bouquets is from Tyler, lilac hydrangeas just like his father always bought her.

If some flowers distract her from his lack of enthusiasm for school and keeps her from commenting on all the time he spends with Bonnie, he'll more than happy to buy her a bouquet every single day.

It's kind of getting old at this point.

She pulls Tyler down into a hug as soon as he walks over to her desk, her small body surprisingly strong. "My favorite Valentine, " she says, a smacking kiss against his cheek.

Tyler chuckles and pulls back to sit on the edge of her desk, "you favorite? How many do you have?"

His mother winks and he rolls his eyes. He does look over at the multiple bouquets lining the edge of her desk, again. "Who gave you all of these?"

"Don't concern yourself with that Sweetie. The roses in the far corner are yours."

Tyler walks over towards the edge of the desk looking for the card. "you bought me flowers?"

She laughs and pulls out the heart shaped box of chocolates out of her desk. It's the kind he's always loved stealing from her. "No, I brought you these. Those are from one of your many admirers."

Tyler scoffs because many is an overstatement. Caroline yeah, but girls in general like him for sex. He doesn't feel any particular way about it, he just knows he's type of guy you experiment with. He's great a keeping a secret if need be, and he's been with enough of the girls his age that he's gotten a pretty great reputation.

There's not much he won't do.

It probably doesn't help that girls are really afraid of Caroline, even after their breakup he'd been off limits.

Girls don't really go out of their way to talk to him and there's only one he cares about.

He's expecting them to be from Caroline, and he's prepared to dump them but is pleasantly surprised when he sees Bonnie's loopy script across the cardstock.

I really hope we can hang out tonight.

-Bonnie

There's nothing obscene about it. It's all very PG and sweet and it would make his heart flutter in his chest if his heart could still do that. But he knows Bonnie, knows that there's an offer to do what they haven't in weeks (three to be exact).

Tyler loves Bonnie, truly, he does. He loves the handholding and walking her to class. He loves the way she looks in the morning when her breath is still stale and her hair wrapped. He loves how she always keeps blood bags at her house for when he stays over.

He loves her despite her being afraid of him loving her.

But he also loves when she does things to his dick and they haven't done that in a while, so sue him if he's look forward to it.

He presses his nose to the flowers, his lip brushing against the crimson petals. He pulls back with a smile.

His mom gives him a knowing look and he places the card in the pocket of his jeans.

"I'll see you later mom."

"Mmhmm. Have fun."

(-)

Lucy's been in town the last few weeks and has been the reason that Tyler's spent no alone time with Bonnie. And it's great. Honestly, he swears it is.

He's grateful that she'll have help so eventually they can move on - so they can work on them.

He's just feeling a little neglected.

The witches have been holed up in Bonnie's Gram's old place and she's invited him over plenty of times for dinner. And it's not that he doesn't want to meet Lucy, he actually really wants to thank her for Bonnie's improved mood. He just doesn't want to be a distraction.

He's accustomed to being alone, it's not a big deal. He hasn't had close friends for a while now, and he's gotten better at spending time by himself (especially when Bonnie was more interested in pretending he wasn't there and he wasn't her friend). But ever since she opened up, when she polished his nails that strange shade of blue in that creepy old house, they've been so close.

It's in the same way that he misses Matt, Jeremy too.

Sometimes you just miss your best friend.

(-)

Tyler's surprisingly a better cook than Bonnie, a year of mother-son cooking classes, thankfully, far behind him to explain that. However, Bonnie is really great at pasta (even though always ends up cooking for the entire town instead of just two servings).

That's what he smells before she's even opened the door, the smell of garlic and cheese wafting through the cracks of heavy wooden door.

Bonnie opens the door, laughing, apparently at how difficult it is to open a door wearing oven mitts and all Tyler can focus on is how pretty she looks; how happy he is to see her smiling. She's got sweat around her hairline and she's wearing the dangling earrings his mom bought her for Christmas. Her hair's pushed back and off her face, which is a rarity, usually she likes to hide behind bangs and curls.

There's nothing out of the ordinary about her jeans and boots.

But instead of her normal pink lip gloss, the one that smells like vanilla frosting and leaves sparkles on his skin, she's opted for a bright red lipstick. For some reason he can't stop staring at her mouth.

It's a strange thing to see her like this, all done-up for no reason.

"Are you going to come in or?" He can smell that he's nervous, and he wants to say something nice, something sweet but instead he just says, "you look really hot."

Bonnie laughs then, some of the tension in her shoulders instantly gone. And she grabs his shoulders, hands still covered in oven mitts and pulls him into a hug. They hug until Bonnie pulls away, "dinner is ready." And they finally close the front door.

(-)

Dinner's great, albeit a little weird.

Bonnie's sitting up too straight and she's set the table with a red tablecloth and a whole bunch of cutlery they don't need.

They're drinking wine which Tyler's not a huge fan of and didn't know that Bonnie was either. She'd asked him if he'd prefer her to fill his glass with blood, that she wouldn't mind, but he can't mix blood with human food and politely declined.

She's drinking a lot, on her second glass before he's finished his first. A faint red lip print on the rim of the glass.

They're not talking, not really, not about the three weeks they haven't had time to be alone. It's not like they had cut off all communication, it's just strange that she's not even trying to fill silence. She's rarely talkative but this isn't normal.

"Is everything okay?"

Bonnie nods, takes another sip of her wine. "I'm fine. Is everything good?"

"Everything's great. How was your Spanish test? My mom wanted me to ask." He feels a little embarrassed about that, but it's true. She did want him to ask.

"I can't believe you told her about it," she says with an eyeroll. "Tell her I got an A," she says before taking another sip of wine.

They're back in silence, Tyler's plate cleaned and Bonnie's is too.

"So what do you want to do next?"

He sits back in his chair, pushing his plate away. They could just cuddle, take a really good nap. Leave the naked stuff for when she's not acting so strange.

Bonnie gets up, wobbling slightly, collecting his plate as he reaches out to grab her wrist.

"I can clear the table...what do you want to do next?"

She looks a little frantic, and he loosens the already loose grip on her hand before she freaks out.

"Maybe we should go for a walk, get some fresh air?"

And she smiles, exhaling deeply, "that's a perfect idea."

(-)

He helps her put on her big coat and her gloves, just the way his mother used to help him when he was a child. She even whines about putting on the knit cap and they compromise with pair of earmuffs.

Tyler still buttons up his coat to the top button even though he can't feel the weather at all.

There's still slush outside, it's been days since last snowfall. The temperature has warmed up enough that it's nice enough to step outside for other than the necessities. They start off west down the street towards Elena's neighborhood and Tyler expertly keeps them away from Caroline's.

He knows that most of the town is either at The Grill, the drive-in, or in their respective honest doing what he'd planned on doing since he'd gotten that bouquet this morning. So it's very unlikely that they'll run into anyone. He's just taking the necessary precautions.

Bonnie's hand is warm in his. Their footsteps synching up enough that he knows that Bonnie's sobering up, her sloppy wide steps evening out.

They're still not talking but it's nice. It's just nice to see her outside of classes and walking her to her car.

It's after they've circled the perimeter of the middle school and our on the way back to Bonnie's when she pulls him down into a kiss.

It's clumsy, her mouth off center but eventually she lines herself up perfectly, her face tilted to the right at the perfect angle, her tongue darting out against his bottom lip. Pushing his mouth open.

As soon as it gets good, like really good, Bonnie's bursts out laughing.

"Your breath is terrible."

Tyler's slightly taken aback by it, and then he's just offended. "So is yours. They smell exactly the same."

Bonnie starts laughing even harder, going down to her knees, wet slush soaking into jeans and gloves. Maybe she's not completely sober yet.

"I know," she cries.

She's still hysterical when he's pulling her up.

Tyler smiles at her then. "Let's get you home."

(-)

Tyler washes the dishes and puts the food away while Bonnie goes to change into something drier.

When he walks into the living room after he's done she's still not back. So he turns off the porch light and the floor lamp and walks towards her room.

She's sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching into a bag on her dresser to pull out a pack of mints and he laughs. "Is it really that bad?"

"Yeah it is."

He takes the mints and pops a few into his mouth, while she stands to pull off her clothes and tosses them in the corner. She sticks out her tongue and his places a mint there.

She steps between his open legs, rests her arms on his shoulders. "Sorry, I ruined our night. I just wanted everything to be really special."

Tyler pulls her down into his lap, her skin warm against all the places they touch. "You didn't ruin anything. A million things worse than bad breath could've made this night worse. What made today so special?"

Bonnie buries her face in the side of his neck and groans, "it's Valentine's day."

"And?"

"It's just how it's supposed to be...and Elena and Caroline kept saying how guys never say that they're into stuff like this but then if you don't do anything they get all weird...and I don't know, not that I thought you would get weird, it's just..."

He rubs his hand down her back soothingly. "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but your friends are almost always wrong. I've learned this from first hand experience."

Bonnie snuffs warm air into his neck.

"But you should get to do all the normal stuff too. I don't really care about it, but I know you do, and it's—"

He pulls her back so that she can look at his face, "we have a good relationship. You know the things I would change, but I don't need you to do stuff like this if you don't feel it. You've got more important things to worry about."

She kisses his neck and whispers, " this is still important too."

Tyler wants to protest, try to make her really understand that it's just a day, except he's decided they've both moved past talking when she sucks the skin behind his ear.

Yeah, he can't really fight her on that.

(-)

Bonnie helped him get undressed, a lot slower than he would've on his own but eventually he was naked, and that was the whole goal.

She'd lit some candles, which is not that different than any other day. She doesn't even leave the bed to do it.

They make out for what feels like hours, laying on their sides, Bonnie's mouth soft against his, it makes him think about the petals brushing against his mouth. Her lips are still red, tongue soft against his own.

Eventually she reaches down between them, her small hand stroking over him gently. Barely touching, barely any grip, just ghosting her fingers across the head spreading out the wetness.

Three weeks is not a long time, it really isn't. So he really doesn't know why he feels like these small little touches are going to make him come in her hand like this is his first time.

He doesn't even think that she would make that much fun of him, he'd just rather not.

So he pulls back his hips, her hand chasing him until he reaches down to stop her. In turn she pulls away from the kiss breathless, and pushes him back against the bed.

He knows where this is going from experience. The kissing his chest, her tongue running back up his happy trail so he has plenty of time to stop her. Instead, his brain goes hazy when she trails her lips along his shaft, lipstick prints smearing messily before she wraps her mouth around his crown.

Bonnie's watching his face, her lips a harsh contrast against his paleness.

"That is so hot."

She grins, as much as she can with him in her mouth and slides down to meet the hand holding him. She closes her eyes, eyelashes fanning against to top of her cheeks and hums. Bonnie knows by now the best way to get him off, how much saliva is perfect, the amount of suction he likes. And she's barely doing anything and he can already feel the quiver in his thighs like she's been at this a lot longer than she has.

She flicks her tongue underneath his head and he think he should definitely stop her soon.

Thankfully, Bonnie stops herself, grips him so hard that it's nearly painful.

"Already, Ty? Really?" She says with a hint of disbelief, but mainly teasing.

"Really," he says. Head falling back against the pillows.

She loosens her grip and kisses the inside of his right thigh. "Not yet, okay? Do me first."

He groans when she stand, taking entirely too long to slide off her panties.

Before he knows it she's crawling her way back up his body. It takes Tyler a little while to see where this is going, but eventually it all clicks. The position is a little weird, it takes some adjusting, some scooting down on his end and readjusting limbs on hers, but it works out.

She doesn't hover over his mouth long, just lowers herself on his mouth, bringing a hand behind his head to pull him closer.

They both moan when he flutters his tongue over her clit. Barely enough pressure, enough to tease. Usually, she likes for him to start off slow, to coax an orgasm out of her. Today, he's barely starting to lick into her before pushing herself against this tongue and rolling her hips down against his mouth. She sounds so desperate, making these little whines that keep getting caught in her throat.

Tyler's starting to feel like three weeks is not as short as he thought it was.

If he hadn't been paying attention to the way her thighs tensed under his arms, the way her fingers flexed trying to hold on to the little hair he has, he would've completely missed that she was coming.

He doesn't even think it takes a full two minutes.

She pushes his head away when he tries to follow her with his mouth. Sits back enough that she can see his face, her fingers gently rubbing at his ears. It feels really good but really odd too.

Sex is honestly so great.

She moves so that she's back in his lap, "I can tell you missed me," she smirks when his hips jerk against her. She sits back farther on his legs in retaliation. Or at least that's what it feels like, it's almost cruel. The next time he tries to grind up against her he hits air.

"You know I did, Bonnie, please." Tyler doesn't know when he became so pathetic, but at this point he doesn't even care.

"Not yet."

"Why not, you know I can go—" He stops when he feels a pair of lips on his collarbone. \

It's an odd sensation, one that'd he question except then there's another set sucking on his neck. Another licking at the inside of his thigh.

He honestly doesn't care why it's happening at this point.

His body can't catalogue the kisses, too many mouths working magic across his skin.

He's overwhelmed, so much so that he can't stop these rough-sounding gasps from leaving his mouth. So much that he doesn't notice that Bonnie's finally sinking down on him until he's surrounded by wet heat.

It's a blur from them.

There's tongues and teeth.

Nibbling, licking, sucking.

Sucking. A lot of sucking.

She's looking at his chest and he takes a second to look down at it too.

Red.

The defined ridges of Bonnie's cupid's bow are on some, the others sloppily pressed against his skin, smudged and smeared. There's teeth marks and hickeys that won't last longer than a few minutes.

Bonnie's bouncing a little harder in his lap, fingernails pressed into her thighs. She must know he's too distracted, bc she reaches between her legs to touch herself.

And that should be enough to get him off, usually it is, but then he looks up to watch her face, watches her nose scrunch and her eyes flutter shut, she bites her lip, lipstick smearing on her teeth and that does it.

He trembles for so long he wouldn't be able to remember when he stopped feeling the phantom lips. But he feels Bonnie's real ones, right on his forehead. Then against his nose.

A dry press to his mouth.

That's probably his favorite kiss.

He's still breathless when he asks, "how'd you learn how to do that?"

Bonnie smiles sheepishly, almost like she's embarrassed, "Lucy taught me. I asked her for like...tips."

It takes a while to sink in, that she talked about their sex life with someone else. Someone she's related to. He groans and throws his arm over his face. "Oh God."

Bonnie laughs, "it's cool...she's cool...she can't wait to meet you...said you must be special if I'm pulling out all the stops."

He groans again. That won't make for awkward meeting at all.

She sounds embarrassed again, "Did you like it?" Like she even has to ask.

"I can't say I hated it," he says as he rolls her over to kiss her.

LOL! Apparently I started writing this almost a year ago.

Thanks to anybody that's still reading this or really anything I've posted. 3