Fic: Like the sacrificial little lamb that you are (Klaus/Bonnie)
(aka: The Klonnie Smut Fic)
Summary: They are good and truly stuck - and their only solution is something that Bonnie is not willing to consider (however, Klaus is not willing to spend eternity in a godforsaken hole in the ground).
Author’s Note: So here it is - the smut bunny that planted itself in my brain a week or so ago. There is smut - but also more plot than I thought. This thing clocks in at 8715 words. Obviously it is a take on the whole ‘have sex or die’ theme so there is an element of dubious consent, however when it comes down to it - both parities are willing. I’d love to hear from you if you’ve enjoyed it. Snippet and links behind the Read More (because, duh, sex talk)
“In the interest of clarification…”
For the first time since their visitors have arrived he speaks.
Bonnie turns to find that Klaus has pushed himself up from his seated position. He saunters toward the entrance, towards her and she swallows on reflex. On the heels of Elijah’s revelation, she feels she has new reason to be weary of him. He does not regard her even as he comes to stand next to her. Instead he is focused on his brother.
“In order to escape this wretched prison, we have to fuck?”
Bonnie winces as the vulgarity of it and finds herself looking anywhere but the man standing next to her. Since Alaric seems preoccupied counting the rocks on the ground, her eyes fall on Elijah who looks equally displeased with his brother’s choice of words. “In order for the spell to dissipate the two of you will need to…” Bonnie can tell the Original is searching for a much more acceptable term. “…find completion.”
Bonnie wants to laugh at the porcelain clean version Elijah paints. Wants to but does not get the chance. Before she can blink, Klaus has her shoved against the hard stone, a knee pressing her legs apart. She reacts immediately, her hands falling on his shoulders, her head turning even as his own descends. As result, his lips press into her pulse point. Her eyes widen as he rolls his hips against her.
Apparently he is already prepared to do what is necessary to free them.
She summons everything she has and directs it at him. He goes rigid but she swears he smiles into the skin of her neck before his tongue darts out. She is vaguely aware of Alaric’s cry of protest. She’d like to add one of her own but Klaus has found her lips now. Her protest becomes a squeak of surprise. She pushes at his shoulders with her hands and when that does not work, she tangles a hand in his hair and pulls.
Hard.
His response is to growl into her mouth.
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