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Prompt: Bonnie gave herself to Damon and he takes advantage claiming her as his and his alone. Now any guy she likes or with more than friendship on their minds towards her run like their tail's on fire when they get too to close to her, making dating impossible. When she realize what Damon's done Bonnie's beyond pissed off demands Damon to take off the claim. But she belongs to him and there's no way in hell he'll let anybody have his witch, she's his for all eternity whether she likes it or not.

Game Changing Moment

Damon is staring at her from across the room like a bomb is about to go off in his hands and he wants to strangle the person who put it there. Bonnie is sitting in front of the latest loser who seemed so appealing one moment, and failed at every measure of a good human being the next moment.

Bonnie is sure, at the back of her mind, that the poor boy in front of her is very nice and very charming but the minute he reaches out a hand to touch her, its like there is bug repellent working overtime. She doesn't want him that way a woman should want a man, and in that instant, she is sure her date feels exactly the same way. The two pull away from each other, and everything is normal again. Bonnie can stand to be around the guy.

She hasn't been able to connect to anyone since her drunken encounter with Damon. It was such a mistake, such a dirty mistake. As she stared in the mirror the next morning, a hangover making itself known across her face, in her rumbling stomach, in her tired eyes and heavy brain, she vowed to her reflection, "No more one night stands;" at least with Damon Salvatore.

Now, Damon was looking at her like she owes him something. There was anger in his face and open desire and it annoyed her. He had no right to look at her that way.

She ended the date a half hour later. There was no point in prolonging the farce. She just wasn't interested, and the minute her date touch her shoulder or her hand, neither was he.

It didn't take her long to figure out what the elder Salvatore did. Bonnie couldn't understand why. Why would he claim her?

Damon did reckless shit like this because of boredom, and pettiness, and because he seemed to hate the humanity that he was no longer a part of.

She threatened to set him on fire when she confronted him. She threatened to make him pay. The sorority girl that Damon had been chewing on before Bonnie stormed in had run out without looking back, blood streaming from various bites.

"Look who finally decides to join the party," is all Damon says.

Bonnie rants and raves and Damon looks as impassive as stone. Bonnie just wanted to know why.

"What you don't seem to get, Little Witch, is that I'm doing you a favor. You have very bad taste in men, sweetheart."

"That is none of your business."

Damon steps closer to Bonnie, the drink in his hand swaying. But he is not drunk. It's all power making it move. "You make it my business when you prance around. You're just begging for someone to tame you. The boys you date barely know their dick from their left hand. I doubt they'd know what to do with someone like you."

Bonnie's hand connecting with his face is a shock in that he realizes he's not holding his cards to his chest tightly enough. He's giving all his secrets away and Bonnie hasn't earned it.

"We had fun, didn't we Bonnie? That night..." With an unoccupied hand, Damon cups Bonnie's hip, then runs his hand up her side, resting under her breast. "You were so responsive to me."

At the words, Bonnie remembers that night. She remembers his face buried between her thighs; kissing, licking, teasing till she couldn't see straight. She remembers Damon gliding up her body, pushing himself so deep inside her, branding her from the inside out. She came so many times, she could not help it. Damon kept going, his thrust deliberate, grinding her from one plateau to the next, then fast and hard, almost punishing.

Damon leans down to kiss her, hurtling her from her memories. Bonnie didn't stop him. The kiss was slow and unhurried, his lips making a feast of her mouth.

Damon breaks the kiss and whispers against her lips, "You are mine, and you're crazy to believe otherwise."

"I will always belong to myself and no one else," Bonnie insisted.

Damon tips the forgotten drink in his hands towards hip lips, making the bitter liquid disappear in one swallow, all the while, staring pointedly at the witch in front of him.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking the defiance out of you."