[Okay. Tequila with her ex. This will be fine. They're co-workers, and Bonnie has a suspicion that Caroline will soon talk her into extending this two-week lecturer stint into a full time staff position. The girls will be coming to their own in a few years, and need a good teacher.
Which is a long way of saying: she and Jeremy need to find a way to be in the same room, alone, and not be weird around each other. This is a good start.
Bag of chips in hand, she takes a seat on the couch.]
[It takes Jeremy a little while to make it there, but he does with a small bag. Sitting, he merely smiles at her at first-- nope. Not awkward. He takes out a small container of limes already cut, and a single shaker of salt. Beside that he sets a bottle of Cuervo Gold. Maybe it's not the best tequila, but it's not the cheapest stuff either. He's got a teacher's salary, what can one expect?]
So, How have you been...
[he starts, setting out two shot glasses, filling each with the golden liquid]
[Hey, "teacher's salary" is better than "dedicated world traveler's salary." Which is approximately 0 dollars a year.
She picks up a lime.]
Around. Before coming here, I was in rural Vietnam for about 8 months. Before that it was six months in Morocco, four months in Hokkaido, and a year in Ireland.
[She shrugs, picking up a shot glass.] How about you? Is teaching working out?
[Well, we are all bound by the choices we make, aren't we. Jeremy finds himself feeling a little bit mischievous and grins as he reaches over for Bonnie's wrist. He doesn't really give her much time to protest before he licks it, tosses salt against the warm damp flesh, and laps at it again. Jeremy downs a shot and then sucks on a lime, grinning around the fruit like an idiot because he can. It feels good to have her close again, to be able to touch her and not feel the awkward nerves that had been attacking him earlier. ]
If you had to pick one place to live, where would it be?
[He's curious, and tips his head, lime now on the table- bottle back in hand ready to fill another shot, but not before he offers his wrist to bonnie. Obviously, turn about is fair play.]
[What is Jeremy -- Oh. Oh, crap. Her eyebrows shoot up wide as he grabs her wrist. She breathes out as he licks at her wrist.
Not fair. She shoots him a look as he smiles around the lime. A "I see what you're doing" look.]
Honestly?
[She has no idea. None. Nowhere she's been has felt like home. She promised Enzo she would see the world. And she meant it. But after awhile, the world starts to blur together.]
Hawaii.
[Except that Jeremy has known her since she was five, and he's too perceptive for his own good. So rather than have him press back against the lie, she grabs his wrist. Lick, salt, lick, shot, and lime. All in very quick succession.]
[Okay, so that wasn't the smartest idea, he realizes when she returns the favor. It tickles more than just his wrist. He can't help his mind or his body-- or the way old flames still tend to flicker now and then. Friends. His mind repeats over and over again. Trying to watch anything but her eyes, and the way they seem to meet his, reading everything on his face.
Although, in the same spirit he can see Bonnie struggle as she tries to pick a place. He chuckles, pouring them both another set of shots. Shaking his head...]
You have no clue, do you. All that wandering the world, and you have nothing.
[he half snorts, and takes her wrist again, this time more gently. He rubs over her pulse point, and then bends down, watching her as he does it. He licks the spot by closing his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around -- oh he's an evil muffin. Then he comes up, smirking.
You could have at least sent me postcards. [he takes the salt and then covers the wet spot, licks quickly now and then shoots the tequila and sucks the lime.]
[He sees the point. Jeremy drops his head, and folds his lips inwards. Raising a hand in concession]
Okay, okay, you got me there.
[still, he doesn't relent. This is the school for the supernatural. All sorts of magic happens here. Maybe even bad ideas. Another shot is poured. ]
Does it have to be?
[He tips his head a little, they've both been through so much together, and then apart, but Jeremy isn't an alcoholic, he's mostly straight and a teacher now, and Bonnie has hopefully made it through Enzo's death-- they don't have the world of life and death separating them any longer. They might have both changed, but does it mean they can't still feel something? Because Jeremy does. He knows he does, and it's stupid to lie to himself.]
[reaching up he holds it there, and rubs his fingers over hers carefully eventually just using his much larger hand to cover her far more dainty, but incredibly powerful one altogether.
Leaning in, he shakes his head a little and blows out a long breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
Bonnie, we aren't those teenagers anymore. This isn't Mystic Falls. Everything has changed. Back then all my girlfriends died.
[he closes his eyes against the painful memories, brow furrowing. There was a reason he didn't go to "art school" and chose to go out and hunt, to fight against things for a while. He had to clear out everything that had haunted him for so long. Too much damage, too much hurt that he didn't really understand or know how to process at once.]
[Okay, she has a point, the Salvatore boarding school and all, but it's not their Mysitc Falls-- not the time and place where their fated love story took place.]
You know I never liked it when people told me what I felt. Still don't.
[Maybe it had been a long time ago, maybe he could think back and remember, but to Jeremy that doesn't mean it's not a real feeling in the here and now. They did what they had to do back then, but life's different now, for both of them. He never took easy outs, not then, not now.]
Plus, there were never any that really mattered. [what are a handful of girls in light of loves that last through death and life and resurrections? He'd never know that again, not in this lifetime he figured. It was time for another shot, and he poured two, because the night called for alcohol and bad decisions.]
[It's not like Jeremy doesn't know that either. Luckily, wounds do usually heal to at least some form of scar-- some far deeper than others. Jeremy's body is littered with them, literally and figuratively.
Who needs ceremony any more.
He glances at her and folds his lips together, pressing them inward and holding them that way. Exhaling.]
I don't have plans. I'm content enough right now.
[and it's the truth. It doesn't mean that he's not going to leave. It just means that he doesn't have plans.]
[right now. Was it worth it to risk that small ache growing? Jeremy's never turned away from a right now before, why should he start now.]
Then you'll be off, still trying to find that perfect place. The one that feels like home.
[he knows Bonnie, he also knows that home isn't a place for her, but more of a person, a concept, people, love, acceptance-- home will never just be a place, but a state of mind. That's why he chances it, why he moves forward and bridges that gap between their lips, chasing the flavor of tequila on her, he parts his mouth slightly and falls into the memory, the reality. It's new, but it's old.
He can remember a hundred kisses shared, and yet, it feels like the first one all over again. He brings his hand up to cup her face tenderly, and tips his head to the side, mouth forming over mouth, coveting every bit of sweetness he can pull from the exchange.]
[She knew this was a possibility when she took the job. Hell -- maybe a part of her took the job because this was a possibility.
He's not wrong. She hasn't found home yet. She used to be so sure where it was.
His mouth is warm on hers. She digs her hands into the hair at the base of his neck, absently nothing that there are new scars, there. She must have her fair share, too.
She pull back -- just an inch. Mouth still hovering over his.]
[he whispers against her lips, brushing his back and forth, thumb now addressing the soft crest of her cheekbone. God she was gorgeous, and had only grown more so over the years they'd been apart. It made his heart ache in a way it hadn't in years, and he closed his teeth over her lower lip and pulled slightly, flickering his tongue across the flesh there as he did. Teasing, ever teasing until they made the commitment. He wouldn't force her. He couldn't, but he wanted this, and it was there in those large doe eyes of his, that sat heavily lidded now and all for her.]
[It won't feel weird. That's the problem. It will feel as natural as breathing.
It does feel as natural as breathing as he bites at her lip. As she finally closes her mouth over his. Feels the heat of his chest against hers, the pressure of his hands at the small of her back. She deepens the kiss, pushes her tongue against his, digs her hands deeper into his hair.]
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Date: 2020-05-10 06:18 pm (UTC)Hey, I resemble that remark. I also workout still.
Study. I'll be there. Lime and salt?
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Date: 2020-05-10 08:08 pm (UTC)Which is a long way of saying: she and Jeremy need to find a way to be in the same room, alone, and not be weird around each other. This is a good start.
Bag of chips in hand, she takes a seat on the couch.]
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Date: 2020-05-13 10:33 pm (UTC)So, How have you been...
[he starts, setting out two shot glasses, filling each with the golden liquid]
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Date: 2020-05-15 12:23 am (UTC)She picks up a lime.]
Around. Before coming here, I was in rural Vietnam for about 8 months. Before that it was six months in Morocco, four months in Hokkaido, and a year in Ireland.
[She shrugs, picking up a shot glass.] How about you? Is teaching working out?
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Date: 2020-05-16 06:55 pm (UTC)If you had to pick one place to live, where would it be?
[He's curious, and tips his head, lime now on the table- bottle back in hand ready to fill another shot, but not before he offers his wrist to bonnie. Obviously, turn about is fair play.]
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Date: 2020-05-16 11:23 pm (UTC)Not fair. She shoots him a look as he smiles around the lime. A "I see what you're doing" look.]
Honestly?
[She has no idea. None. Nowhere she's been has felt like home. She promised Enzo she would see the world. And she meant it. But after awhile, the world starts to blur together.]
Hawaii.
[Except that Jeremy has known her since she was five, and he's too perceptive for his own good. So rather than have him press back against the lie, she grabs his wrist. Lick, salt, lick, shot, and lime. All in very quick succession.]
Beaches. All that.
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Date: 2020-05-17 01:17 am (UTC)Although, in the same spirit he can see Bonnie struggle as she tries to pick a place. He chuckles, pouring them both another set of shots. Shaking his head...]
You have no clue, do you. All that wandering the world, and you have nothing.
[he half snorts, and takes her wrist again, this time more gently. He rubs over her pulse point, and then bends down, watching her as he does it. He licks the spot by closing his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around -- oh he's an evil muffin. Then he comes up, smirking.
You could have at least sent me postcards. [he takes the salt and then covers the wet spot, licks quickly now and then shoots the tequila and sucks the lime.]
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Date: 2020-05-17 02:06 am (UTC)[She sucks her breath in, sharply. Her gaze rests at his tongue too long. Fuck. She breathes out, slowly.]
Jer. You know that this is a bad idea.
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Date: 2020-05-17 03:12 am (UTC)Okay, okay, you got me there.
[still, he doesn't relent. This is the school for the supernatural. All sorts of magic happens here. Maybe even bad ideas. Another shot is poured. ]
Does it have to be?
[He tips his head a little, they've both been through so much together, and then apart, but Jeremy isn't an alcoholic, he's mostly straight and a teacher now, and Bonnie has hopefully made it through Enzo's death-- they don't have the world of life and death separating them any longer. They might have both changed, but does it mean they can't still feel something? Because Jeremy does. He knows he does, and it's stupid to lie to himself.]
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Date: 2020-05-17 03:30 am (UTC)There have been people, since Enzo. Two months here, one night there. But nobody like Jeremy. Nobody with history, no connection that was real.]
We've tried this before. It usually ends with one of us dead.
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Date: 2020-06-06 10:56 pm (UTC)Leaning in, he shakes his head a little and blows out a long breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
Bonnie, we aren't those teenagers anymore. This isn't Mystic Falls. Everything has changed. Back then all my girlfriends died.
[he closes his eyes against the painful memories, brow furrowing. There was a reason he didn't go to "art school" and chose to go out and hunt, to fight against things for a while. He had to clear out everything that had haunted him for so long. Too much damage, too much hurt that he didn't really understand or know how to process at once.]
I promise I've dated a few who live now.
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Date: 2020-06-06 11:28 pm (UTC)[Still. She knows what he means. She closes her hands over his. Closes her eyes.
It would be so easy. It starts easy with them.]
Couldn't tell you what that's like. [She breathes out. Tries to give him an out:]
This is nostalgia. You haven't felt that way about me in a long time.
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Date: 2020-06-07 12:00 am (UTC)You know I never liked it when people told me what I felt. Still don't.
[Maybe it had been a long time ago, maybe he could think back and remember, but to Jeremy that doesn't mean it's not a real feeling in the here and now. They did what they had to do back then, but life's different now, for both of them. He never took easy outs, not then, not now.]
Plus, there were never any that really mattered. [what are a handful of girls in light of loves that last through death and life and resurrections? He'd never know that again, not in this lifetime he figured. It was time for another shot, and he poured two, because the night called for alcohol and bad decisions.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 12:18 am (UTC)She reached for the shot, and drank it without ceremony.
Was she really doing this to herself, again?]
When are you leaving?
[Because she knows Jeremy. Maybe better than anyone. He might be teaching now, but he'll get an itch to move on soon enough.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 12:46 am (UTC)Who needs ceremony any more.
He glances at her and folds his lips together, pressing them inward and holding them that way. Exhaling.]
I don't have plans. I'm content enough right now.
[and it's the truth. It doesn't mean that he's not going to leave. It just means that he doesn't have plans.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 01:26 am (UTC)But.]
I'm leaving once Caroline finds a full time witchcraft instructor. This wasn't meant to be a long stay.
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Date: 2020-06-07 01:45 am (UTC)Then you'll be off, still trying to find that perfect place. The one that feels like home.
[he knows Bonnie, he also knows that home isn't a place for her, but more of a person, a concept, people, love, acceptance-- home will never just be a place, but a state of mind. That's why he chances it, why he moves forward and bridges that gap between their lips, chasing the flavor of tequila on her, he parts his mouth slightly and falls into the memory, the reality. It's new, but it's old.
He can remember a hundred kisses shared, and yet, it feels like the first one all over again. He brings his hand up to cup her face tenderly, and tips his head to the side, mouth forming over mouth, coveting every bit of sweetness he can pull from the exchange.]
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Date: 2020-06-07 02:19 am (UTC)He's not wrong. She hasn't found home yet. She used to be so sure where it was.
His mouth is warm on hers. She digs her hands into the hair at the base of his neck, absently nothing that there are new scars, there. She must have her fair share, too.
She pull back -- just an inch. Mouth still hovering over his.]
Promise me this won't get weird.
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Date: 2020-06-08 03:50 am (UTC)[he whispers against her lips, brushing his back and forth, thumb now addressing the soft crest of her cheekbone. God she was gorgeous, and had only grown more so over the years they'd been apart. It made his heart ache in a way it hadn't in years, and he closed his teeth over her lower lip and pulled slightly, flickering his tongue across the flesh there as he did. Teasing, ever teasing until they made the commitment. He wouldn't force her. He couldn't, but he wanted this, and it was there in those large doe eyes of his, that sat heavily lidded now and all for her.]
Sorry for the delay!
Date: 2020-06-14 02:58 pm (UTC)It does feel as natural as breathing as he bites at her lip. As she finally closes her mouth over his. Feels the heat of his chest against hers, the pressure of his hands at the small of her back. She deepens the kiss, pushes her tongue against his, digs her hands deeper into his hair.]