Nightmares ; Bonkai

chapter 14

By the time they got back to the house, the chill in the morning air mixed with her wet clothes and tired state brought a numbing feeling over her causing her mind to daydream and drift from her body. She stood in front of the fireplace watching the flames dance as Kai went off to find dry clothes. As her body warmed under the intense heat her thoughts followed its actions; carried away by Kai's hands gliding up her body with ease underneath the water and pulling her closer into him. She slid her hand up her stomach recalling his naked torso pressed firmly into hers, his muscles tightening as he held up her body against his own while keeping himself afloat. Her hand kept traveling up until it reached her throat, a flash of her breath catching when he gave her that same sexual look that sealed her fate in her dream.

She wondered what would have happened if her knee-jerk reaction wasn't to dive under the water, but lean into him – feel every inch of him pressing against her as he pushed her backwards against the wall, tearing off their clothes before driving into her – could I have almost had sex with Kai in a cave?

"Bonnie!" she felt his hands on her hips yank her backwards, away from a gust of smoke that blew out of the fireplace.

She blinked a few times to pull herself out of her daydream and saw the roaring flames spilling out from the top making its way up the wall. He spun her around in his grasp and she was looking back at a pair of equally confused eyes.

"What was that?"

"I don't-"she started, looking back at the rapidly descending flames until it was back to its normal size. "I was just daydreaming."

"About what?"

She looked back at him and noticed he changed into black sweatpants and a grey t-shirt and craved his look of comfort.

"Where are my clothes?"

He smiled and stepped out of the way towards the couch, holding up one of his black t-shirts and a pair of boxers that could pass as shorts.

"I'll ask again, where are my clothes?"

"I couldn't find anything. Too much stuff, not enough comfort." He thrust the clothes into her hands.

"I did find these though," his cheekish smile was in full effect as he pulled a pair of her lacy red panties from his pocket.

She snatched it out of his hand.

"OH, but you have no problem riffling through my underwear drawer?!"

"Well yeah," he laughed. "I thought it was pretty considerate of me."

He continued his laughter as she threw his clothes at him.

"I'm starving I'm going to make myself some breakfast," he eyed her out of the corner of his eye. "Do you want me to make enough for both of us or are you making all of your own meals now?"

She gave him a blank expression, all of her thoughts telling him to shove his breakfast foods. But a small piece of her really didn't want to start cooking all the meals again, going over her checklist of meals that she would cook; arranging from cereal up to frozen foods.

He smirked at her lack of response, nodding once before leaving the room. She sighed and walked over to his clothes and picked them up, looking at the entrance to the hallway. She mentally saw herself going down the hall, up the stairs, down another hall, turning, and finding her room and just could not find the energy.

Knowing he wasn't coming back for a few she stripped off all of her wet clothes and quickly threw on her underwear, noticing a beat later that he didn't grab an extra bra. She looked back at the soaking wet one she was just wearing, contemplated, and threw on the t-shirt. She brushed it over her chest and looked down seeing if anything was visible but the dark fabric hid everything. She looked at the boxers and really questioned if she should make the trip upstairs, or if she could get away with not wearing either. She looked down at her bare legs all the way up to her thighs – no, definitely not. She pouted to herself and slowly put one leg in each, pulling them up and folding them 4 times over from how big they were. By the time they were tight around her waist they were only a little farther then the shirt, but they were something. She sat down on the couch and pulled the blanket around her that was thrown over the top. She snuggled up into it, the warmth flooding through her veins as she leaned to the side against the head rest. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.