So, I've been attacked by a plot bunny. This will be a little different. I'm in a bitter Bamon fan mode, so I decided that I needed to write about a Bamon that doesn't quite play by the rules. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD, but I wish I did because if I did…

She had a dancer's body and it was definitely on display in the black tight mini skirt and matching crop top that she wore as she danced. The lights illuminated her caramel face, along with her legs and her arms that she threw up in the air. There were men admiring her as she enticed them with her movements and the way her eyes were closed as if she was in a trance. They sipped their drinks and exchanged looks with each other…which one would actually make the move to have that dance with her?

She opened her eyes for a few moments and looked around the room. She spotted him standing in the corner. His eyes were lowered and he was sipping on his drink, but his eyes were clearly looking at her. She crooked her finger beckoning him to come closer and swayed her hips calling him over to her. He looked at his friends, who all grinned and encouraged him to go over to the minx on the floor, that every man in the club wanted.

He slowly placed his drink on the bar counter and moved towards her. It took three long strides to meet her on the dance floor, "Hi," he called out over the music.

She smiled, allowing her tongue to peak through her small but heart shaped mouth, she turned around began grinding on him. She took both of his arms and moved his hands to her hips, he swayed with her as he felt like she was trying to seduce him on the dance floor. She brought her hands up towards his neck and caressed it gently as they moved to the music. She could feel his excitement building and she turned to face him, "Want to take this party somewhere else?" she whispered in his ear.

He looked down at her.

"My place is not far from…we can have more privacy…to dance," she smiled devilishly at him.

He looked over at his friends giving them a wink.

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They barely made it into her apartment a block away from the club. His hands were everywhere and he couldn't believe his luck. This had never happened to him before. She was gorgeous, petite, her body was amazing and she had these green eyes with gold flecks dancing throughout them. She opened the door to her apartment and pushed him up against a wall, as her tongue found itself inside his mouth while her hands unbuckled his belt.

"Come…on…tell me your name," he whispered in her ear between kisses.

"My name doesn't matter," she gently bit his earlobe.

"Well…I would like to know what name to yell out when you make me cum," he whispered.

"You won't be able to form a coherent word," she warned him as she led him over to the couch, pulling him down on top of her.

His hands were all over her body. Her breasts consisted of firm brown mounds that fit perfectly in his hands, she smelled amazing—a mixture of amber and vanilla and her mouth, the things that it did just to his neck and his lips…he was sure it didn't get much better than this. He straddled her, hurriedly removing his shirt from his body and throwing it across the room. His hands trailed up her skirt expecting to feel material but he felt nothing except her smooth skin, "Wow…you're that kind of girl, huh?" he asked in surprise looking down at her.

"She's my kind of girl," a male voice said from the other side of the room.

He immediately jumped off of the couch as his eyes searched the room to locate where the voice came from, but there was no one there, "What the hell?" he uttered as he noticed the vixen from the club standing up from the couch.

"Damon, you're ruining the fun," she frowned.

"What the fuck is going on here!" the slightly frightened guest asked looking from the petite female to the rather tall, black haired olive skinned male standing by the couch.

"What's your name?" the female moved closed to him.

"I'm not telling you my name…" he looked around glancing towards the door.

"His name is Alan ReBeau," the male stated holding up a wallet.

"What are you going to rob me?" he looked from the green eyed female to the blue eyed male, "because if you are, you picked the wrong guy."

The female smiled moving closer to him, taking his hand, "Calm down…I know what you are," she stated gently almost like a snake's lullaby.

He gazed down at her and a burning feeling trailed from his hand up his arm, "What are you doing!" he asked alarmed looking at his arm that had began to glow red as he noticed an orange glow surround her.

"Shhh…" she cooed as she closed her eyes.

Alan felt like she was stealing a part of him, but he couldn't stop it. He couldn't move. When she let him go, he felt it. He felt the emptiness, "What are you! You took my magic, you Bitch!" he charged towards the female, but was quickly grabbed by Damon.

"Now, it's not nice to use that type of language…" the male stated before his face changed, with black veins spreading around his eyes and fangs appearing, "you really shouldn't talk to women like that, especially my woman."

"Vampire…" Alan managed to whisper before the male sunk his fangs into his carotid artery sending blood splatter across the room and onto the female's face. She smirked as she watched the color drain from Alan's face.

Damon held onto Alan like he was a rag doll as he drank. The blood flowed like a chocolate fountain and he lapped up every drop. When he heard the heartbeat slow to a stop, he dropped Alan to the floor taking a moment to glance down at him, before stepping over his body. Damon walked over to her as she wore that smirk on her face. He took his thumb and wiped the blood from her face and then placed it in her mouth as she sucked the blood from his thumb. She smiled at him as he backed her up into a wall, "You took it a little far this time, Bennett," he whispered as he lifted her up, causing her skirt to rise.

"Well I got a little carried away, but…I think I'm properly warmed up now…don't you think, Damon," she smiled at him playfully.

"We'll see," Damon smirked before holding her up with his hands and placing his head between her thighs licking her center slowly.

She whimpered, "Damon…" as Alan's unseeing eyes were positioned away from the couple.

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She breezed into the living room the next morning, in a t-shirt that barely covered her bottom and sat down on one of the kitchen stools. Damon was standing over the rolled up carpet shaking his head, "I bet this carpet cost at least a couple thousand," he shook his head, "what a waste."

"It's not ours, who cares," she shrugged as she opened the newspaper on the counter.

"You know Bonnie, I'm still not too happy with you," Damon wagged his finger at her sending a playful smirk her way.

"Really?" she slid off of the stool and sauntered over to him, placing her hand gently on his neck, "but I thought after last night, I made it up to you…I put all of that good magic that I siphoned from him to good use, you enjoyed it."

"I did…but I didn't enjoy his hands all over you," Damon moved away from her.

She smiled. Damon always tried to play like he was bothered when it was time to play their little game, but she knew that it turned him on every single time, "Oh is that why you were harder than…" his fingers found their way to her lips.

"You make me like that, no other person needed," he leaned down peering into her face.

She smirked, "Just the way it should be."

Damon winked as he looked through Alan's wallet, "Poor sap didn't know what he was getting. He thought that he would just get an easy lay…"

"I'm am certainly not an easy lay," Bonnie took offense.

Damon sat down the wallet and walked over to the beautiful witch that he had called his for 3 years, ever since they turned it all off and left Mystic Falls behind. Her hair was longer and it cascaded down her back like a dark chocolate waterfall, her eyes shown a little darker the more magic that she siphoned from different witches and her body was curvier…she made him crave her. He lifted his hand and caressed her cheek, "You certainly are not Miss Bennett," he settled in between her legs, "you made me wait almost a year to taste the sweet nectar of Bonnie Bennett."

"You are so corny," she playfully hit him on the chest.

He reached down and cupped her butt, pulling her closer to him, "Why are you tempting me when I have to get rid of our friend over there?"

"I could always just make him go poof," Bonnie blew out air.

"Mmm…maybe not…how are you adjusting to having his magic?" Damon asked touching her forehead.

"No headaches, no memories…I would say, I'm getting better at siphoning."

Damon reached up and massaged her temples, "I remember when you couldn't get out of bed the next day after a siphon."

"Well I'm better at it, just like I am at other things…"

"You sure are," he answered.

"So after you get rid of our friend over there, where do you think we should go next?" Bonnie purred as she slowly moved Damon's shirt up and began planting light kisses on his chest.

"Mmm…Stefan sent me a text this morning," Damon breathed out.

Bonnie immediately stopped kissing his chest and looked up, "Way to make me dry, Salvatore," she slid off of the stool, starting to walk away but he grabbed her wrist.

"I didn't say that I answered him. He knows I have no interest in whatever he has to say…"

"Let me guess…whatever you're doing is bad…you know Bonnie's not truly like this…she will regret everything, you know this Damon…" she mimicked Stefan's goody good lecturing voice.

Damon chuckled, "You know my brother. Anyway, he probably wants me to come back there so he can force me to flip the switch and then I can help get the sweet little witch back…little does he know, that's never happening."

"If I step foot in Mystic Falls, I may just kill myself from boredom," Bonnie sighed plopping down on the couch and focusing on Damon with a steady gaze, "I don't want to go back there Damon…you promised that we would never go back there…"

Damon sat down next to her, reaching over to softly caress her neck, "Yes, I know and I always keep my promises to you…" he whispered before closing the space between them with kiss as he slowly lowered her down on the couch, spreading her legs apart as she worked his lounge pants down.

"You better," she whispered.

This turned into a one-shot...I hope you enjoyed it.