Author's Note: So I've been working a lot of overtime recently and haven't been able to work on Cruel Fates. I didn't want to put a stop to my writing completely, so I decided to at least do a few song inspired ficlets in the mean time. I apologize for not having an update ready, but I do hope you enjoy these for now.

4 Minutes; Madonna

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Bonnie sighed, staring at the large very plush bed in front of her.

"Judgey," Damon whispered, sauntering up behind her after closing the door to his room, "stop pretending like you're not going to enjoy this."

Rolling her eyes, she watched as the elder Salvatore smirked and moved in front of her. Winking, he worked the buttons of his dress shirt and at a slower pace than necessary, pulled it off his broad shoulders. She glared as he stood there, bare-chested and rightfully unashamed of his body; he was so smug and self-satisfied. And part of her actually liked it.

Ugh stupid vampire-Bennett witch baby prophecy, she thought as Damon threw his jeans across the room and moved toward her in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Fingering the hem of her blouse, he yanked it off without much resistance.

Bonnie blamed her ancestors for the easy compliance, them and their whole spiel about her being chosen to carry the child that would play savior to all supernatural races. They then proceeded to show her what would happen if she chose to refuse her destiny; it was horrible, gruesome and her hero complex wouldn't allow the people she loved to have to live through it. She accepted her fate, and that was her sad justification for ending up in Damon Salvatore's bedroom.

She really should have gotten all the details before agreeing because apparently, the only way to save everyone was to procreate with a vampire, and bear the very first vampire-witch hybrid, all before her 21st birthday, which was ironically days away. If that didn't sound like the makings of a really bad porno, she didn't know what did.

Damon had immediately volunteered when everyone found out at their weekly crime-fighter gathering. However, as scary as it was his argument was valid, noting that her only other options: Stefan, would give her a baby with a giant forehead and make things complicated between her and her best friend; and Caroline/Elena, were physically incapable of creating a mini-witch, though he happily added that he would encourage them to give it a try if she allowed him to watch. She'd rolled her eyes at that, given him an aneurism and told him it was never going to happen.

But of course, she relented and showed up at his door after work.

"Stop thinking Sabrina, your forehead's got almost as much worry lines as Stefan's," her soon to be hybrid baby daddy grunted while tugging at her jeans, getting them (and her panties) down to her knees. Frowning, he gave a disgusted expression, "see what you're doing witch, I'm thinking of my brother while I'm supposed to be sexing you up. While I should be basking in thi-"

"Will you just get to it vampire," Bonnie growled exasperatedly. "I'm standing here half-naked, do you really want to start an argument?"

"Eager aren't we?" Damon smirked, wiggling his brows as he eyed her salaciously. "I like. Now, let's get rid of that half shall we."

Bending forward, he nipped at her right breast through the material of her bra before clutching the small space between the cups and using his strength to tear open the restraining garment. Flicking off the dangling lace, he ran a thumb over one of her puckered nipples, "looks like someone's happy to see me."

Ignoring the glare being sent in his direction, he continued working her over by lifting her into his arms and gently spreading her out on the mattress. Removing the rest of their clothes, he grinned and kissed his way up her body, sliding his out tongue at what he imagined were her most sensitive areas.

"You always were tasty."

"Stop talking," Bonnie bit back a groan as he reached down between them, spreading her thighs.

"Bossy, but you're right there are much better things I could be doing with my mouth."

Before she could respond, Damon ducked and she was gasping, clutching his pristine sheets and thinking that maybe being chosen to save the supernatural world from future destruction wasn't such a bad thing after all.