Number Four

All At Once

Bonnie laughed as they crashed against the bedroom door, Henry pinning her to the wood as he kissed her fervently. Bonnie's fingers dragged down from his hair to his shoulders. "Easy. Down boy." She chided playfully.

He nipped at her ear, hands drifting down the smooth fabric of her bodice to pull her closer by the hips as he kissed his way down her neck. "Tell me again what it felt like."

Bonnie fumbled behind herself for the handle and swung the door open, pulling them both inside. "Powerful." She grinned as they both stumbled towards the bed, landing together on the mattress. "I could feel everything, all at once." She was flying high on the power, every part of her electrified. "Everything was so small and so big. All of them, like ants in the palm of my hand, buzzing away; unaware how they are a part of something so much bigger."

She pushed Henry back onto the bed suddenly, swinging her legs over the the top of him to straddle his waist; bending down, she pressed kisses along the underside of his jaw, teeth scraping the skin of his throat as she pulled on the fabric of his shirt. "Each one of them separate, but together, beating like a heartbeat; cogs in an ever-turning machine. On and on, on and on... Alight and alive. And amidst all the din and the chaos, the machinations of breath, blood and bone, I found something else— truth." Her lips brushed the shell of his ear. "It's not like reading their minds— they can lie in their thoughts, they can't in their feelings. This... is true understanding. True knowing."

He flipped her, pushing her back against the pillows as he crawled over her, his usually-perfect hair hanging in strands down over his face. "The world is beautiful through your eyes." He kissed her again; pressing his forehead to hers when he pulled away. His fingers found the buttons on the back of her dress. "I would make you queen of everything."

Bonnie giggled. "Queen of everything? Would that mean you then would have to do what I say?"

He smiled fiendishly. "There is very little you could not make me do."

Bonnie grinned, lacing her fingers behind his neck, she pulled him down and connected their lips once more.

He looked at her with devilish eyes. Suddenly, it was as if everything... glitched.

There was a different face above her, so fast Bonnie was not sure if she had truly seen it; never the less, the image was burned into her mind. A strange, twisted creature, carved from vines— same as the figure in Nancy's mind, or the one in Bonnie's drawing.

Bonnie leapt back as if she had been electrocuted. All around her, the place seemed normal; the house seemed normal, he seemed normal— although was looking at her with an increasingly confused expression.

"Are you alright?"

Bonnie flapped her mouth uselessly for a few moments, trying to scrape together her thoughts. "I... don't know."

A/N: So I am aware from the way this is written it may sound like she is kissing Vecna— it is not meant to sound like she is kissing Vecna, it just seems no matter how many times I rewrite it, that's how it comes across.
The way I see it, she is not kissing Vecna, more just... the image he has put in her mind, and suddenly the truth starts creeping through.
But I am aware it might not read that way, and for that... I am just so sorry. XD

Also, I feel like this chapter highlights the quintessential difference between Bonnie and Henry— Henry looks at humanity and sees something disdainful, whereas Bonnie sees something she doesn't necessarily understand, but a part of her wants to figure out. Henry sees himself as separate, where as Bonnie inherently seeks some kind of connection.