Splitting Our Odds Into Evens

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Bonnie pulled away for a second, turning to look at the open door. She flicked her wrist, using her magic to close the door.

"Imagine if one of them walked in on us," Bonnie said.

"Don't jinx it," Kol whispered.

Bonnie lowered herself to his lips again, grinding against his lower parts. Kol was enjoying every moment, his fingers roaming her like a map.

They broke contact for a second, giving Bonnie time to remove her shirt, revealing her undergarment. Kol settled his hand on her thighs, glorifying every aspect of her curves, her raw beauty. He decided to take charge and flip them over abruptly. Bonnie couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to be masculine, even though he was a cub. For her, at least. He took off his shirt and threw it somewhere across the room, revealing his chiseled chest.

Those abs of his were sharp enough to turn any woman on.

With his legs between hers, spreading them wide, he leaned in and began to pepper her face with kisses. Her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her neck, her cleavage-

A knock impeded the door, and the two sprang apart like oil to water. Kol fell back at the sudden noise as Bonnie stood up to retrieve her shirt, throwing it back on. Kol struggled to wipe the annoyed expression off his face as Bonnie went to open the door. Times like these made him wish they had their own place.

Bonnie cleared her throat, patting her hair down before reaching forward to turn the knob.

Freya stood there, a frown worn on her face. She pushed past Bonnie, making her way into the room. "I read online that talking to people about my feelings is important so that I don't bottle it all up and explode," she said.

"Talking about your feelings does help," Bonnie said breathlessly. She turned around, looking for Kol, but she couldn't find him.

Freya plopped on the couch. "Why is the couch so warm?"

"Oh, that's-"

Before Bonnie could come up with a lie, Kol emerged from the bathroom. His hair and shirt were back in place. "We were in the middle of something before you disrupted us. Thanks for that."

Bonnie gave him a murderous glare, but Freya caught on pretty quickly. "Oh. Oh. Gosh, I am so sorry." She slapped a palm against her forehead, her cheeks stained red. "I should have known since the door was closed, and you both are in here."

"No, no, it's fine. Kol and I were wrapping up," Bonnie swallowed, holding her hands in front of her awkwardly. "What were you saying before?" She sat down on the couch next to Freya.

"I was saying that I need to confide in someone, preferably you two, because I feel like I can talk to you guys about anything without being judged," Freya said.

Bonnie nodded, finding comfort in knowing that Freya was comfortable with them. "What's bothering you?"

"Klaus and Elijah. I thought earning their trust would be fun, but it isn't." Freya threw her head back at the thought of them. "Neither of them trusts me, and I get it; I'm the long-lost sister who suddenly came into everyone's lives, but they're not even trying to get to know me."

"That's our brothers for you," Kol said, hands on his hips. "They put up a wall with the wrong people. I guess it's because many had come into our lives playing as good people when they had bad intentions all along."

"Using their trust issues as an excuse to treat Freya like crap is lame, Kol," Bonnie said.

"You're right, it is a lame excuse, but it's true," said the original.