Author's Note: Well, it surely has been a few years since I've written a fanfic. I can't lie, but I've missed this. I'm in the process of writing my first novel, which will become a trilogy! Be on the lookout for that one, guys! Well, for old times sake, here's a Vampire Diaries two-shot. Enjoy, and please leave some reviews!

Bonnie trudged into her apartment, flicking on the light switch as she ripped her heels off. She was still reeling from one of the worst nights of her life, and she wanted nothing more than to roll into bed and cry into oblivion. Her eyes averted to the living area and she gasped lightly at the realization of who was planted firmly on her couch—Damon.

"Damon?" she whispered.

"What the hell happened to you?" he chuckled, rising to his feet. Dried mascara was running down her caramel-toned cheeks, and her hair was sticking out in multiple directions. She smoothed her hand through her hair and looked away from him.

"I don't want to talk about it," she responded, brushing past him.

"Not so fast, Bon Bon," he told her, grabbing onto her wrist. She hissed and attempted to free herself.

"Damon, what the hell?" she shrieked. He looked down at her calmly, watching as she struggled against his grip. He loosened up slightly, gracing her with a cheeky grin.

"It's quite funny watching you resist me," he commented, releasing her completely. She huffed dramatically as she moved to head toward her bedroom.

"I'm not in the mood for this, Damon. Please feel free to excuse yourself," she demanded.

"Seriously, what happened to you?" Damon wondered, his mood shifting into a more concerned one. Bonnie paused for a minute before looking up to meet his eyes.

"It's Enzo," she began, looking away shyly. The mention of his name sent an uncomfortable jolt in Damon's stomach, but he didn't dare let it show. It was quite established that Damon no longer favored Enzo, and the hatred continued to grow when it was brought to Damon's attention that Bonnie and Enzo had begun sleeping with each other. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but it bothered him incredibly.

"Do I have to go Vampire hunting tonight?" Damon joked, though he was being quite serious. Bonnie opened her mouth to respond before narrowing her eyes.

"Wait, you still haven't informed me of why you're in my house," she told him, crossing her arms across her chest.

"I was lonely. Thought I'd pay a visit to my dear friend," he responded, stepping closer to her. Instinctively, she backed up. He pretended as though he didn't notice. "Please continue."

"We just got into a fight, okay?" she told him, looking away once more. Damon could tell that there was way more to the story, but he didn't want to press her about it.

"Forget him. He's a loser," Damon told her, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. She only scowled at him.

"He's not," she shot back.

"Bonnie, look at yourself. You look as though you've been crying for hours. Any guy that could do that to you is a loser," he declared, causing her to gasp lightly. The tone of Damon's voice vibrated through Bonnie's body, and she knew that he was beginning to get angry. It was times like that when Bonnie could truly feel just how much she meant to Damon.

"I appreciate it, but—

"I'm staying over. Let's have a girls night and paint each other's toes while we talk about hot boys," Damon interrupted, brushing past her. Bonnie widened her eyes and trailed after him, watching as he collapsed into her bed.

"I'd rather be alone tonight," Bonnie whispered. The vivid memory of Enzo screaming in her face interjected itself into her mind, replaying itself terribly.

"No. I'm not leaving you here like this. I have a right mind to go and rip his throat out," Damon said, grinning sadistically for emphasis.

Seconds later, Bonnie hung her head as the inevitable tears made their arrival. Her cries coursed through her entire body as she raised her hands to cover her face. She couldn't suppress her sobs, despite how hard she tried. Perplexed, Damon rose to his feet and slowly made his way toward her.

"I feel so stupid," she whispered. He stopped directly in front of her and gently pressed his hands to hers, lowering them from her face. He looked deep into her eyes, taking note of the fresh mascara marks that trickled their way down her cheeks.

"Leave him, Bonnie," Damon silently pleaded.

"Damon—

"Leave him, Bonnie," he repeated, harder this time. The tears continued to slide helplessly down her face as she contemplated her next words. She always felt as though Damon wasn't a huge fan of her and Enzo's relationship, but she never would have imagined that it was to that magnitude.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Bonnie whispered.

"Because he took you away from me," Damon snapped. The air was thick with silence as the two soaked in his words. Damon shocked himself at his honesty, but it was too late to take it back.

"What?" she responded, clearly confused. Damon shook his head and moved to walk away.

"You're right, maybe I should leave," he told her, heading toward the door. She grabbed onto his bicep, halting him in place.

"Don't leave," she pleaded. "Tell me what you meant."

The vulnerable tone of her voice clawed at Damon's emotions, and he knew that he couldn't have possibly left her. He slowly turned to face her as his eyes trekked her entire body.

"You were mine first," he admitted. "Now you're his. And I hate him for it."

"Damon, you and I will always be best friends—

"That's not what I meant," he declared, his eyes dark with intensity. The realization of what he was saying slowly began to register in Bonnie's mind, and she was completely at a loss for words.

"Damon," she whispered.

"I care about you so much. Having to watch that asshole parade all over you sickens me. You shouldn't be with him, Bonnie. You should be with someone who can give you the respect that you deserve," he said, stepping closer to her. Their bodies were so impossibly close that Bonnie could smell the light aroma of Bourbon floating from his body.

"You care about Elena, remember?" was all Bonnie managed to choke out. Damon grimaced as he curled his palms into fists.

"You're going to pull the Elena card right now?" he snapped. She breathed heavily as another tear escaped.

"You wouldn't be saying any of this if she was here. You wouldn't give a damn about me and Enzo," she stated.

"That's not true," he professed. "You can't tell me you've never felt it. If I've felt it, I know you have, too."

Bonnie couldn't deny the fact that she knew exactly what he was talking about. Before Enzo came into the picture, the bond that her and Damon shared was undeniable. While Bonnie felt guilty of her feelings, she found herself drawing closer and closer to Damon, and she knew that it was incredibly possible that he was beginning to feel the same way. The shame ate at her every time she imagined what it would be like to act on her feelings, which is why she was grateful of the connection that she kindled with Enzo; it kept her away from Damon.

"Don't do this," she whispered. "Please."

"I can't keep fighting this," Damon told her as he cupped her face in his large hands. Bonnie's breath hitched as he inched his face closer to hers.

"Wait," she breathed as her eyes drifted shut. He brushed his lips against hers before engulfing them in a fervent kiss. She blindly kissed him back, reaching up to tug at the ends of his hair.

Wrong. This is so wrong.

Bonnie's mind raced as she leaned into him, reaching for the hem of his shirt. His hands lowered to her back as he deepened the kiss.

The only thing that could have possibly broken them away from each other was the sound of Bonnie's phone as it blared from her pocket. They stared at each other through lidded eyes as their chests heaved against each other. Bonnie hesitantly broke eye contact with him as she reached for her phone. Her stomach turned at the caller ID—it was Enzo.

"It's him," Bonnie told him as she avoided his gaze.

"Don't answer," he responded. Bonnie honestly considered his words, but she was tired of fighting the constant battle of what she wanted, and what was right.

"I have to," she sighed, slightly upsetting Damon. She answered the phone and pressed it to her ear.

"Hello?" she spoke. She gasped as Damon snatched the phone from her hand and put it on speaker. His eyes never left hers as he did so.

"Hello, love," Enzo responded. Damon felt himself instantly grow a headache.

"What do you want?" Bonnie retorted, clearly hurt from their last encounter.

"To apologize," he told her. "I was way out of line. You know I'd never do or say anything to you to intentionally hurt you. I love you."

Damon gripped the phone at those words as Bonnie finally locked eyes with him. She looked just as shocked as he did.

"I lo—I, um… you too, Enzo," she breathed, looking away from Damon sadly. Truthfully, she didn't love Enzo, and she knew that. She couldn't deny that she loved the way that he made her feel though, regardless of her feelings for Damon.

"Let me come over so I can make it up to you," Enzo purred. Damon shook his head slowly, his eyes shooting daggers through her. She looked back and forth between the phone and Damon, and she knew that wasn't prepared for the conversation to come.

"Okay," she finally said, watching the pain that flushed across Damon's face. The sight killed her. She wasn't used to seeing this side of him.

"On my way," he said before the line went dead. Damon tossed her phone onto the bed and growled lightly.

"Damon—

"I hope you'll remember the taste of my tongue in your mouth while he's fucking you senseless," he spat, backing away from her. She widened her eyes at his words as her eyes pooled with tears.

"I'm sorry," she cried. They stared at each other for what felt like hours before Damon opened the door.

"Me too," he proclaimed before exiting harshly. Bonnie remained planted in her spot as she recalled the course of events. Not only had she cheated on Enzo, but she also kissed her best friend's ex. She didn't think it could get any worse than that, until she saw the way that Damon looked at her in the end. That was the most painful part.

...

Enzo continued to pound into her at a rapid pace, listening as her soft moans echoed in his ear.

"Scream my name," he breathed as he reached down to tickle her clit. Her toes curled as she raked her nails down his back.

"Enzo," she gasped, bucking her hips into him.

"You love it when I fuck you senseless, don't you, love?" he hummed as he bent down to kiss her neck. Bonnie's eyes widened slightly as the thought of Damon's prior words boomed in her head. He slowed his movements, grinding into her in a circular motion. She knew that his climax was close.

Bonnie listened as he finished inside of her, breathing sweet explicates into her ear. He pulled his head back to stare into her eyes, a light smile on his face. She reached her hand up and trailed a finger down his cheek, yet she avoided his gaze.

"Something's wrong," he acknowledged.

"Everything's fine," she told him. She briefly met his eyes before wriggling herself from underneath him. She stood to her feet and headed for the bathroom.

"If this is about earlier—

"Let's not talk about it," she responded. She floated into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She slowly walked up to the mirror, staring back at her reflection menacingly. She couldn't even begin to believe what she had done. To make matters worse, she was pretending as though nothing had even happened.

"Who am I?" she whispered as she felt the guilt consuming her. Seconds later, she heard a knock from the door.

"Love?" he asked, knocking once more.

"I'll be out in a minute," she responded. She splashed some water on her face before opening the door. Enzo stood at the door with his coat in hand. He had managed to get fully dressed during the short duration that Bonnie had been in the bathroom.

"I'm off now," he told her as he bent down to peck her cheek. She stared up at him confusedly as she registered what was happening.

"Was this just a booty call?" she wondered. He chuckled lightly as he shook his head.

"How could I booty call my girlfriend?" he questioned.

"Like you just fucking did," she retorted, brushing past him. At this point, she didn't even want him to stay. She was silently grateful that he had decided to leave.

"You just want to find any and every reason to be mad at me, don't you?" he spat. She turned around to face him, blind to the fact that she was still completely naked.

"After the things that you said to me today, I don't even know why we're still together," she told him. He narrowed his eyes as he threw his jacket to the ground.

"What did I say that was so unbearable, Bonnie?" he questioned. The fury coursed through her body as she recalled the atrocities that Enzo had thrown her way just hours earlier.

"You told me that I was dead to you," Bonnie cried. Enzo breathed heavily as he reached out to touch her, but she recoiled from his grasp.

"You know I didn't mean that," he responded.

"Just leave," she whispered. "I can't deal with this right now."

Enzo stared at her for what felt like an eternity before he grabbed his jacket from the ground. Without a word more, he exited the room. Bonnie finally let out the breath that she had been holding in the entire time. She felt incredibly foolish for scolding Enzo when she had done something so much worse. At the end of the day, she had no one to blame but herself.

Author's Note: I know it's short, but I guess I'm just testing out the waters with this one. Let me hear what you guys think of this so far in some reviews, and I promise to update soon!