Vervain Tea (part 1)
Title: Vervain Tea
Characters/Pairing: Bonnie/Stefan
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: R (sex)
Word count: 2,180
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Bonnie and Stefan share some non platonic dreams...
Note: For razycrandomgirl! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D
Set after Founders Day, AU. First time writing for this fandom, be gentle.
Part: 1, 2
The garden is illuminated by storm lanterns and candle light flickers over the soft grass that she walks in. It’s Bonnie's garden now, Grams had left the house and all her belongings to her. The vervain grows tall, much taller then it should. Her hand reaches out to pick a flower, rubbing it between her fingers before she places it in her mouth. It’s very bitter and she almost spits it out but something stops her. She had to do this. She eats more as she casts a spell around her garden, the words coming out her mouth very old but new to her ears.
As she chants the vervain spreads, creating an environ around her house, keeping her safe from everything outside. Nothing could harm her now. Pleased with her work she puffs out the candles and she’s plunged into darkness. That smell, what is it? She suddenly feels frightened of the dark, trapped and if she takes a step the ground will suck her in.
Hands touch her shoulders, someone breathes into her hair.
“Close your eyes and let me in...trust me.”
Bonnie spins around but finds herself alone. The vervain is stretching up to the sky and through some of the gaps in the foliage she can see movement. “Stefan?”
“Let me in, please?”
“I can’t, I can’t.” The ground beneath her gives way a little and her feet sink. “Oh my god!” Bonnie threads her fingers through the vervain and it hurts. Suddenly he appears through a small gap, his eyes black and teeth sharp. Bonnie gasps and throws herself back but nothing catches her.
She falls and falls and waits for an impact that never comes.
~
She does not go back to sleep again that night and meets the morning with bleary eyes. Her Grams had always told her, even as a kid, that dreams should never be dismissed, there’s always something you can take from them. She’s not here any longer to give Bonnie advice but she knows what the blatant message of this one is.
You’re a wise woman, don't be a stick in the mud. A witch never forgets when she’s been done a solid.
How can I trust him now? I threatened to kill him...
~
They do not speak as much any more, just giving each other cursory nods when they pass in the hall or on the street. He had tried to approach her a few times but her warning still rings in his ears. She’s not the same Bonnie that had glowed with pride as they had spoken about Salem and the witches there.
But he hopes that she’s still in there somewhere because the small trust that had started to grow between them had felt so important. Now it seems almost gone and he’s left with a horrible sense of foreboding. It wasn’t right but he didn’t know what to do to fix it.
The dreams that he experiences just make the feeling even more dire.
~
She’s back in the garden, clutching for dear life at the vervain that keeps her at once prisoner and safe. Stefan prowls on the other side, trying to find a way in but she knows it’s useless. He can only come in if invited.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I can take care of myself...” she hedges around gingerly, trying to find a bigger opening, the ground as fragile as sugar glass. Finally she finds one but he stands there, watching her sadly. His face is terrible and she looks down, concentrating.
“Don’t be afraid of me, you know I don’t mean you any harm...you trusted me once.”
“And look where that got me: alone. No, I won’t put myself in that position again.” She comes to where he is and tries to move across. She was going in circles, tracing her cage.
“You blame me for her death?”
“Yes, at first...but really it was me, I made her do it because of you and Elena, I didn’t want you to get hurt...I was alone but none of you really cared, no one came for me, I had to go to her.”
“I’m sorry Bonnie.” He reaches out through a gap but all she can feel is ghost like touches. “I’m here now. I saved your life, that’s not going to stop, even if you never trust me again.”
“You’re a vampire.”
“And you’re a witch...I need you.” Bonnie places a foot behind her and feels nothing. If she looks back she’ll see nothing. “Bonnie! Give me your hand, quickly!”
She reaches through, eyes closed. She does not feel his hand on hers, he never really touches her until she feels him at her back. He did not pull her through, she did that herself. His arms circles around her and his lips brush her cheek.
Bonnie opens her eyes to her bedroom and an overwhelming sense of peace. The feeling lasts the morning, not that she expected it to. There was something strange about it, what she couldn’t out her finger on. When it fades she’s left feeling sapped, wanting to be filled again.
~
He stares at her in class, puzzled and Elena shoots confused glances at him. Bonnie tries not to notice but when she feels his gaze heavy on her back she turns to confront him in the crowded hall, frowning.
“What?”
“Nothing...I just wanted to say hi.”
“Well hi then, bye then.” She breezes past and he watches her go. She half expects him to be following her but finds herself alone when she reaches home and she laughs softly to herself, shaking her head.
“Get a grip...”
But that night she dreams of him again, in the garden but safely on the other side of the vervain cage. In his embrace she wants to turn but won’t let herself, her eyes closed tight. His lips move to her ear.
“I think we’ll have to start again...” He was talking about the vervain, wasn’t he? She feels his arms around her waist tighten and he brings them downwards, making her knees bend until they touch the ground. He scrapes against her back and an electric tingle shots up into her belly.
The next part was like flying, wasn’t it?
~
They next time Bonnie sees him she’s eating her lunch. He’s with Elena, following her into school. Before she felt cold seeing him, now heat waves through her. She ducks her head down, trying to remain unnoticed but he suddenly turns on his heel and his eyes pin on her. That heat becomes molten. Trying to pack her things away before he can get to her Stefan pats the air.
“Wait, Bonnie.” She sits, casting him a cool gaze as he takes a seat opposite. He looks around him in a furtive manner before he reaches across the table and she jerks despite herself. He gives her a confused look which turns sombre. “I’d never hurt you.” Bonnie just smiles, a little tight lipped and he exhales in frustration.
“What do you want?”
“I want to ask you something, actually.” He clears his throat and looks a little uncomfortable which he was trying to hide. Bonnie narrows her eyes. “Is this something that you want?” He uncurls his fist which lies on the table and Bonnie leans closer. In his palm was a cluster of seeds. She shoots her head up...
“Vervain? How did you know?”
“I heard you were asking around for some.” He answers quietly and hides the seeds carefully again. Her grandmother had kept a small stash but Bonnie was now running out. Bonnie realises that she’s looking around for anyone watching and suddenly laughs.
Stefan smiles along with her. “What is it?”
“It’s like we’re dealing in an illicit substance. I feel kinda naughty right now.”
“You should because to some it is dangerous...it’s good to see you smile again.” He tilts his head and she lowers hers, not meeting his eyes. Her smile fades and she looks back up, quizzical.
“You want me to have it? Why?” This was about more then Stefan helping her out. He knew that she could use this against him if she had to.
“Because I trust you and I hope in time you’ll be able to do the same... and because I think it’s time for it to stop being grown in basements and passing hands in secret.”
“But what about Damon?”
Stefan clenches his jaw as he pours the seeds into a small plastic wallet. “We both know that vampires are not a threat to you any more. You can take care of yourself, right?” He smiles saying it, meeting her eye but then his face flinches, like he said something he wasn’t meant to. Bonnie leans in close to him and the first inkling of something incredibly embarrassing takes root.
He knows about the dreams.
Bonnie gathers her things, gets to her feet and, muttering about places she needed to be, makes a hasty escape. Or she would have if he hadn’t grabbed her bare arm. Since the dreams had begun Bonnie had never touched Stefan but when his fingers made contact with her skin she was beset with a cascade of sensations. She can smell the grass under them and his body pushing her down, feel his mouth on hers and her own building desire.
The strange sensation is stopped when Stefan pulls his hand away with a gasp. He breathes heavily and takes a step back, the look in his eyes mirroring her own.
“I uh, I better go find Elena.”
“Right. I have places and people...” she trails off lamely, watching him walking away hastily. She looks back at the table and sees the packet of seeds lying there. She draws it into her hand before the wind can blow it away.
~
They avoid each other for days, which seems to crawl into weeks, and every night she prays that another dream won’t happen. But it always does, the newest even more intense then the one before it. She pours through spell books, looking through the pages that as a child she was not allowed to take a peak at and even now it feels like taboo. Sex and magic was a powerful combination and when you add a witch’s dreams to that...
“Dreams and a vampire.”
Was she sharing her dreams with him? He with her even? The idea was preposterous and she dismisses it. No it was her, she didn’t want to face those feelings or admit to them because what was the point? It was just a crush and she wasn’t that girl any more.
But Elena and Damon, they're growing closer each day. Everyone can see it...
Bonnie sighs, pushing that thought away. She pours herself some tea, spooning in some vervain like she now takes it and heads to bed.
~
He wakes, grasping for a woman that’s not there. He slumps back down, aroused and guilty, looking at the empty pillow beside his. He gets out of bed and looks out at the dark. Every night the dreams come and no relief follows and it was twisting him tighter and tighter. It had been almost two months now. He wanted to speak to her but being in her presence was...dangerous. He had to stop himself from touching her in front of everyone, knows that Elena was growing confused. And, no matter how much he didn't want to notice, there was Elena and his brother... he could see Bonnie was embarrassed but he couldn’t take much more.
He needed to see her.
~
Fingers dig into the earth, drawing energy from it, feeding it as her own body is penetrated deeply. Thrust hardener into the grass Bonnie bites at his shoulder and then licks his skin. She can taste the lonely years and his kindness.
He kisses her mouth and she opens herself to him, wants him to know the depth of feelings she hides. Not just for him but everything, good and bad. But something is at the window, tapping and Bonnie is drawn away.
She wakes, greatly dissatisfied to be woken at such a time and cursing under her breath gets to her feet. She freezes before she gets to the window, knows what she’ll see below. She turns on her heel and makes her way down the dark staircase to the front door. Inhaling a breath and holding it she opens the door.
Stefan stands on the threshold. He’s still in the clothes he slept in and bare foot. His chest heaves, like he ran here but Bonnie knows it’s not that. She moves close but doesn’t step over the doorway.
“Let me in Bonnie.” His voice is breathless, earning but she shakes her head.
“I can’t.”
“Please!”
“What’s happening now isn’t real, in the morning whatever is happening between us will be broken and all this will just be a bad, humiliating memory.”
Stefan shakes his head. “It’s not humiliating...but we both need to find a way to - to sort this out. Please let me in or do you want to continue living like this?”
Yes
“No...” she whispers it quietly, closing her eyes. “Come inside Stefan.” He moves over the threshold, pushing her back with his body and the door closes behind them with a rich thud.
****
Part two should be up tomorrow :)
Characters/Pairing: Bonnie/Stefan
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: R (sex)
Word count: 2,180
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Bonnie and Stefan share some non platonic dreams...
Note: For razycrandomgirl! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D
Set after Founders Day, AU. First time writing for this fandom, be gentle.
Part: 1, 2
The garden is illuminated by storm lanterns and candle light flickers over the soft grass that she walks in. It’s Bonnie's garden now, Grams had left the house and all her belongings to her. The vervain grows tall, much taller then it should. Her hand reaches out to pick a flower, rubbing it between her fingers before she places it in her mouth. It’s very bitter and she almost spits it out but something stops her. She had to do this. She eats more as she casts a spell around her garden, the words coming out her mouth very old but new to her ears.
As she chants the vervain spreads, creating an environ around her house, keeping her safe from everything outside. Nothing could harm her now. Pleased with her work she puffs out the candles and she’s plunged into darkness. That smell, what is it? She suddenly feels frightened of the dark, trapped and if she takes a step the ground will suck her in.
Hands touch her shoulders, someone breathes into her hair.
“Close your eyes and let me in...trust me.”
Bonnie spins around but finds herself alone. The vervain is stretching up to the sky and through some of the gaps in the foliage she can see movement. “Stefan?”
“Let me in, please?”
“I can’t, I can’t.” The ground beneath her gives way a little and her feet sink. “Oh my god!” Bonnie threads her fingers through the vervain and it hurts. Suddenly he appears through a small gap, his eyes black and teeth sharp. Bonnie gasps and throws herself back but nothing catches her.
She falls and falls and waits for an impact that never comes.
~
She does not go back to sleep again that night and meets the morning with bleary eyes. Her Grams had always told her, even as a kid, that dreams should never be dismissed, there’s always something you can take from them. She’s not here any longer to give Bonnie advice but she knows what the blatant message of this one is.
You’re a wise woman, don't be a stick in the mud. A witch never forgets when she’s been done a solid.
How can I trust him now? I threatened to kill him...
~
They do not speak as much any more, just giving each other cursory nods when they pass in the hall or on the street. He had tried to approach her a few times but her warning still rings in his ears. She’s not the same Bonnie that had glowed with pride as they had spoken about Salem and the witches there.
But he hopes that she’s still in there somewhere because the small trust that had started to grow between them had felt so important. Now it seems almost gone and he’s left with a horrible sense of foreboding. It wasn’t right but he didn’t know what to do to fix it.
The dreams that he experiences just make the feeling even more dire.
~
She’s back in the garden, clutching for dear life at the vervain that keeps her at once prisoner and safe. Stefan prowls on the other side, trying to find a way in but she knows it’s useless. He can only come in if invited.
“Why are you doing this?”
“I can take care of myself...” she hedges around gingerly, trying to find a bigger opening, the ground as fragile as sugar glass. Finally she finds one but he stands there, watching her sadly. His face is terrible and she looks down, concentrating.
“Don’t be afraid of me, you know I don’t mean you any harm...you trusted me once.”
“And look where that got me: alone. No, I won’t put myself in that position again.” She comes to where he is and tries to move across. She was going in circles, tracing her cage.
“You blame me for her death?”
“Yes, at first...but really it was me, I made her do it because of you and Elena, I didn’t want you to get hurt...I was alone but none of you really cared, no one came for me, I had to go to her.”
“I’m sorry Bonnie.” He reaches out through a gap but all she can feel is ghost like touches. “I’m here now. I saved your life, that’s not going to stop, even if you never trust me again.”
“You’re a vampire.”
“And you’re a witch...I need you.” Bonnie places a foot behind her and feels nothing. If she looks back she’ll see nothing. “Bonnie! Give me your hand, quickly!”
She reaches through, eyes closed. She does not feel his hand on hers, he never really touches her until she feels him at her back. He did not pull her through, she did that herself. His arms circles around her and his lips brush her cheek.
Bonnie opens her eyes to her bedroom and an overwhelming sense of peace. The feeling lasts the morning, not that she expected it to. There was something strange about it, what she couldn’t out her finger on. When it fades she’s left feeling sapped, wanting to be filled again.
~
He stares at her in class, puzzled and Elena shoots confused glances at him. Bonnie tries not to notice but when she feels his gaze heavy on her back she turns to confront him in the crowded hall, frowning.
“What?”
“Nothing...I just wanted to say hi.”
“Well hi then, bye then.” She breezes past and he watches her go. She half expects him to be following her but finds herself alone when she reaches home and she laughs softly to herself, shaking her head.
“Get a grip...”
But that night she dreams of him again, in the garden but safely on the other side of the vervain cage. In his embrace she wants to turn but won’t let herself, her eyes closed tight. His lips move to her ear.
“I think we’ll have to start again...” He was talking about the vervain, wasn’t he? She feels his arms around her waist tighten and he brings them downwards, making her knees bend until they touch the ground. He scrapes against her back and an electric tingle shots up into her belly.
The next part was like flying, wasn’t it?
~
They next time Bonnie sees him she’s eating her lunch. He’s with Elena, following her into school. Before she felt cold seeing him, now heat waves through her. She ducks her head down, trying to remain unnoticed but he suddenly turns on his heel and his eyes pin on her. That heat becomes molten. Trying to pack her things away before he can get to her Stefan pats the air.
“Wait, Bonnie.” She sits, casting him a cool gaze as he takes a seat opposite. He looks around him in a furtive manner before he reaches across the table and she jerks despite herself. He gives her a confused look which turns sombre. “I’d never hurt you.” Bonnie just smiles, a little tight lipped and he exhales in frustration.
“What do you want?”
“I want to ask you something, actually.” He clears his throat and looks a little uncomfortable which he was trying to hide. Bonnie narrows her eyes. “Is this something that you want?” He uncurls his fist which lies on the table and Bonnie leans closer. In his palm was a cluster of seeds. She shoots her head up...
“Vervain? How did you know?”
“I heard you were asking around for some.” He answers quietly and hides the seeds carefully again. Her grandmother had kept a small stash but Bonnie was now running out. Bonnie realises that she’s looking around for anyone watching and suddenly laughs.
Stefan smiles along with her. “What is it?”
“It’s like we’re dealing in an illicit substance. I feel kinda naughty right now.”
“You should because to some it is dangerous...it’s good to see you smile again.” He tilts his head and she lowers hers, not meeting his eyes. Her smile fades and she looks back up, quizzical.
“You want me to have it? Why?” This was about more then Stefan helping her out. He knew that she could use this against him if she had to.
“Because I trust you and I hope in time you’ll be able to do the same... and because I think it’s time for it to stop being grown in basements and passing hands in secret.”
“But what about Damon?”
Stefan clenches his jaw as he pours the seeds into a small plastic wallet. “We both know that vampires are not a threat to you any more. You can take care of yourself, right?” He smiles saying it, meeting her eye but then his face flinches, like he said something he wasn’t meant to. Bonnie leans in close to him and the first inkling of something incredibly embarrassing takes root.
He knows about the dreams.
Bonnie gathers her things, gets to her feet and, muttering about places she needed to be, makes a hasty escape. Or she would have if he hadn’t grabbed her bare arm. Since the dreams had begun Bonnie had never touched Stefan but when his fingers made contact with her skin she was beset with a cascade of sensations. She can smell the grass under them and his body pushing her down, feel his mouth on hers and her own building desire.
The strange sensation is stopped when Stefan pulls his hand away with a gasp. He breathes heavily and takes a step back, the look in his eyes mirroring her own.
“I uh, I better go find Elena.”
“Right. I have places and people...” she trails off lamely, watching him walking away hastily. She looks back at the table and sees the packet of seeds lying there. She draws it into her hand before the wind can blow it away.
~
They avoid each other for days, which seems to crawl into weeks, and every night she prays that another dream won’t happen. But it always does, the newest even more intense then the one before it. She pours through spell books, looking through the pages that as a child she was not allowed to take a peak at and even now it feels like taboo. Sex and magic was a powerful combination and when you add a witch’s dreams to that...
“Dreams and a vampire.”
Was she sharing her dreams with him? He with her even? The idea was preposterous and she dismisses it. No it was her, she didn’t want to face those feelings or admit to them because what was the point? It was just a crush and she wasn’t that girl any more.
But Elena and Damon, they're growing closer each day. Everyone can see it...
Bonnie sighs, pushing that thought away. She pours herself some tea, spooning in some vervain like she now takes it and heads to bed.
~
He wakes, grasping for a woman that’s not there. He slumps back down, aroused and guilty, looking at the empty pillow beside his. He gets out of bed and looks out at the dark. Every night the dreams come and no relief follows and it was twisting him tighter and tighter. It had been almost two months now. He wanted to speak to her but being in her presence was...dangerous. He had to stop himself from touching her in front of everyone, knows that Elena was growing confused. And, no matter how much he didn't want to notice, there was Elena and his brother... he could see Bonnie was embarrassed but he couldn’t take much more.
He needed to see her.
~
Fingers dig into the earth, drawing energy from it, feeding it as her own body is penetrated deeply. Thrust hardener into the grass Bonnie bites at his shoulder and then licks his skin. She can taste the lonely years and his kindness.
He kisses her mouth and she opens herself to him, wants him to know the depth of feelings she hides. Not just for him but everything, good and bad. But something is at the window, tapping and Bonnie is drawn away.
She wakes, greatly dissatisfied to be woken at such a time and cursing under her breath gets to her feet. She freezes before she gets to the window, knows what she’ll see below. She turns on her heel and makes her way down the dark staircase to the front door. Inhaling a breath and holding it she opens the door.
Stefan stands on the threshold. He’s still in the clothes he slept in and bare foot. His chest heaves, like he ran here but Bonnie knows it’s not that. She moves close but doesn’t step over the doorway.
“Let me in Bonnie.” His voice is breathless, earning but she shakes her head.
“I can’t.”
“Please!”
“What’s happening now isn’t real, in the morning whatever is happening between us will be broken and all this will just be a bad, humiliating memory.”
Stefan shakes his head. “It’s not humiliating...but we both need to find a way to - to sort this out. Please let me in or do you want to continue living like this?”
Yes
“No...” she whispers it quietly, closing her eyes. “Come inside Stefan.” He moves over the threshold, pushing her back with his body and the door closes behind them with a rich thud.
****
Part two should be up tomorrow :)