Disclaimer: Of course I do not own the Vampire Diaries.

A/N: My first time attempting this. A bit of a random Bamon fluff. Enjoy!

He sat in the library; reading. Then straightening up in his leather chair, he felt it. That brush of warmth on the back of his neck.

Bonnie.

Her mere proximity gave him the most peculiar sensation, like the heat sent out when a log shatters to ash in a fire. He knew without turning around: she was there. He moved the book and set in upon the desk in front of him.

"What are you doing in here at this hour?" Her voice had an edge to it, containing – concern, annoyance, and fear. He turned to look at her. Immediately, he sped to her and swept her in his arms. She had tears lining her soft alabaster skin. Her eyes were heavy, filled with sleep.

She must have been dreaming, and I wasn't there.

Guilt shook through him.

She held him tightly.

"I dreamt that you were killed, that I lost you." She sobbed. "When I saw you weren't in bed, I got scared and started looking everywhere for you." She looked at him, "I don't want to lose you Damon." Her eyes burned deep into his dark soul. "I can't lose you."

On the tips of her toes, she tries to get closer to him. He bent his head down and they joined lips. The kiss itself was sweet, but soon had a burning urgency to it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and twirled his small dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

He shoved her quickly against the wall, causing her to gasp. He saw an opportunity and took it. He edged his tongue delicately passed her lips, exploring every bit of her. He pressed his soft tongue to hers, causing her to moan. He smirked against her lips, moved his strong hands down her waist to her hips and hitched her legs around his him; pressing each other closer.

He massaged the bare skin of her inner thigh, hearing her moan; wanting more. They moved simultaneously; the clashing of soft tongue against soft tongue, tasting more and more of each other.

Damon broke the kiss and kissed her tears away, taking her worries away. He kissed her delicate eyelids, the skin being so frail. He moved to the hollow of her ear, to her jaw line; down to her neck. He traced his nose along the curve of her neck, breathing in her potent scent. Once at the base of her neck, he nibbled until he found her soft spot. He caressed her sides, from her hips to her breast. With each of his touches, she shivered causing her to press against him even closer. She found comfort in his embrace.

"Damon." His name slipped slowly off her lips.

He had found her weakness, her one spot. He dragged his teeth along the skin, his senses burning for her. He tugged and nipped at her skin, blood rushing to the surface. He didn't stop there. He quickly moved to the couch, laying her down. He pulled her night slip over her head, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Her breathing quickened from the feeling of his cool lips against her warm skin.

The thought of being his second choice, by not being Elena; not being like her at all, flashed across her soft features. He looked deeply into her chocolate eyes, his hands twirling her soft fiery curls.

"Bella Rossa," He purred into her ear, "You are all I want."

She looked into his dark midnight eyes, and knew instantly she was all he wanted.

They lay on the couch in each others arms. Her head across his chest, fiery curls fanned against him. He stroked her hair, and down her back. She knew he was the one; she was his 'Bella Rossa'.

Her last thought was what he said softly to her.

"I love you Rossa."

She whispered softly against his skin,

"I love you too."

Deep peaceful sleep claimed them both.

A/N: Well, I hope this didn't waste to much of your time! Criticism is welcomed and highly appreciated!

-Mel.