*I own only the words strung together.
"I picked Caroline but I should have chosen you. Can you imagine how different our relationship could be right now Bon Bon?" Ebony winged brows arched up twice to emphasis his insinuation. It was a normal night for the fearsome duo. Bonnie curled on one side of the leather couch, feet pulled under her, cocoa cup clinched with both palms. Damon stretched out in the middle, boots on the coffee table, arms splayed out across the back of the couch, one arm gripping a crystal glass of bourbon the other hand rested just behind Bonnie, fingertips kissing the side of her neck as she faced him. The fireplace cast a romantic setting to casual observer and should someone comment such, both brunettes would deny the scene as simple circumstance.
Bonnie issued a dainty snort. "Sure, let's entertain for a moment that your vampire persuasion worked on a witch and I hadn't thought about how disgusting you were at first sight."
"Please, you have always wanted to know what it would be like to walk on the Damonside. I'm 'Older sexy danger guy.'" He stated with a wink and a smirk, much to Bonnie's chagrin.
"I cannot believe she told you that. But, Buuut that was before I knew you for the psycho you really were. I guess you are a little less so now though." She spied him for a moment over the rim of her mug.
"Admit it Bon we could have had a lot of fun and you would have LOVED it. Who knows, I might have kept you around a lot longer than Blondie. I do have a bit of a type." He scanned her with piercing blue orbs that refracted the light of the crackling flames. "Oh yeh, you would have fit pretty good. Dark hair a bit too short for my taste but then it was longer at the time. Deep tinted skin and a frame short enough that I can tower over you. You do miss out on having brown eyes but I'm sure that foresty color would have grown on me."
"Is this necessary?" She was not amused.
"Oh come on, live a little. It's just a small game of what if. Course that attitude of yours would have to go." His evil smirk formed into a grin.
"Damon!" She snarled while casting daggers with her 'foresty' eyes.
"I'm sure the sex would be amazing. I mean I'm a stud in the sack and from what I remember about kinky witches …. Mm good memories!" For a moment he allowed his eyes to spark with glossy interest.
"Just what is that you're drinking?" Her pulse pounded a staccato rhythm. She was shocked at her reaction. For a solid second she let thoughts of them rolling naked on his huge California King slide into her mind. His pale skin wrapped in the black silk sheet and her mocha thighs twisted up around his creamy toned b… His chuckle snapped her out of it.
"You're thinking of it right now aren't you? Like I said, kinky witches."
She glowered at him.
"Would it shock your poor little witchy senses to say," He leaned in close and uttered in a near whisper, "I've thought about it." His face inches from her, his arm had edged over and now draped behind her back. He was crowding her personal space but if she searched her true self she didn't want an escape.
Bonnie swallowed hard though her mouth was desert dry.
What started as a passer-time for Damon was quickly becoming more serious. How had he lost control of his teasing of Bonnie? Now his pants felt tight and he could practically taste her arousal in the air. He hadn't felt like devouring a girl this much since his time with Elena. His sex drive had locked itself in and had only been numbly felt – like a phantom limb since the moment he closed the lid to Elena's casket.
The fact that it had slowly been coiling low in his stomach on rare alone moments with his little witch was not something he let himself think about for long. He'd had flings with random women but they always left him unsatisfied and cold, wonder why he bothered to try to scratch a spot that didn't actually itch. He thought if he could get back to his playboy days missing Elena wouldn't hurt so much, the need to touch Bonnie would dim if he had his hands on someone else. What a laugh. Meanwhile Bonnie had been casually talking to some college guy she had a class with, it bothered him but Damon had brushed his jealousy off as simply a need to protect his little friend. Damon swept his deepening feelings for her aside like dust settling on his imported vases. Then it became unimportant, insignificant right? It no longer mattered that the thin coating barely showed anyway until layer after layer built up and now he looked for different ways to get under her skin. She of course was oblivious to his ever growing lust and admiration, probably chalked it up to their swelling friendship.
For Bonnie's part, she just figured it was Damon's favorite intrigue to mess with her. She knew he started arguments for no other reason than to make her snap back at him. She ran with it because she would never admit that it made her feel alive. He always made every synopsis awaken and vibrate like water being stroked by a blazing fire.
"Just think I could have been the one to deflower you." He purred. "Not baby Gilbert."
"Really Damon, deflower? Look out your age is showing!"
His grunt sent a momentary shiver down her spine. His tisk tisk silenced her next words before he offered, "You couldn't have handled all of my experience. With age comes practice and perfection. But it wouldn't have been his gentle prodding. I'd have broken you. You don't look like you could have withstood my righteous bed romp, you practically scream vanilla." One corner of his mouth crooked up.
"You don't know what I can handle Damon which is a shame since you have seen me fight my way back from the dead. I like a fight. I could and have taken everything you'd have thrown at me."
"Well then I'd have ruined you for any other man." He looked so cock sure that Bonnie snapped. She leaned forward and swiped the tip of her tongue nonchalantly along the seam of his titled smile. "By the time I was done you would have said Katherine and Elena who?" She growl then was off the couch and out of the room before Damon could realize his damp lips were proof that the sexually charged moment had actually happened.