A/N: I know, I know, I'm getting out of hand with these fics but the ideas keep coming to me. I'm going to put a cap on posting new stories after this one so I can focus on the WIPs I've already published. Anyway, I'm really excited for this one and think the Bamon lovers and open-minded non-shippers will enjoy it as well. I don't plan for it to be much longer than 6-8 chapters. I'm sort of famous (infamous?) for the slow burn but Bamon will already be in full effect with this fic, though the first few chapters will contain the flashbacks to how their relationship changed. Hope you like it, and if not I hope you'll let me know anyway.

Warning: This fic will contain lemon!

Happy reading! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or The Vampire Diaries. They belong to the CW. NNo copyright infringement intended.

1 - Show and Prove

Damon Salvatore sat at the little table that Room 1621 of the Hyatt Regency Hotel had provided. He held a small object in his hand, weaving it through his fingers and tapping it against the wooden table. His eyes looked off into nothing, he'd tuned out the sounds of the night traffic below and the occupants of the rooms around him, and was deeply ingrained in his thoughts. Bonnie Bennett paused before entering the room, then leaned on the door frame, watching him. She could practically see all the thoughts running through his head.

"Stop torturing yourself, Damon," she spoke up after a brief moment. She started to approach him. "I understand that you've lived in this skin for 160 years, and now you hold the cure to vampirism in your hand, the key to changing your entire existence. I get how heavy that is for you." She looked at him with concern in her viridian eyes, and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "There's no rush to take it. If you decide you want to be human again, I'm here for you. If you decide you can't do it, I'm here for you. I'm going to support whichever decision you make." She kneeled down and placed a chaste kiss on his forehead. She started to pull away but Damon moved upward and captured her lips with his. He drew her into a deep kiss before allowing her to pull away.

"I love you, Bon Bon," he told her, his voice low and raspy.

He settled back into his chair and his cerulean eyes moved downward to the table. "I love you too, Damon," she replied, softly before turning away. "I'll be right back. I'm going to grab some more ice. You could really use some rest, you've been driving all night." Damon said nothing as she grabbed the ice bucket and departed from the room. He placed the little vial with the magical red liquid at the center of the table and studied it. Two days prior he'd been so sure he wanted to take it and spend the rest of his days with the little witch by his side. Four days before that he didn't know what the hell he wanted to do with it. Now, he was back to square one.

His thoughts wandered from the cure and his eternal dilemma to Bonnie. His relationship with the sorceress had drastically changed in the four years he'd known her. Admittedly, if it hadn't been for them dying together and being trapped in the prison world with no one but each other, they probably would've never moved past the frenemies stage. Their time in the prison world had changed everything, their lives, their priorities, their attitudes. Everything had changed. Damon took a moment to reminisce on the days that had brought them to where they were now.

May 10th, 1994 - The Prison World

The sounds of the crackling fire and Radiohead playing softly in the background should've been soothing for Damon. He and Bonnie were stretched out in front of the grand fireplace in the main living-room of the Salvatore mansion, laying on pillows they'd grabbed from the sofa. He should've been able to enjoy the sound of Thom Yorke's falsetto vocals blending perfectly with the band's music, but he couldn't tune out Bonnie's never-ending stories.

Damon placed his pillow over his face and groaned into it as he rolled over onto his stomach, invading Bonnie's space. "You've told me this story already," he complained.

"I have?" She genuinely couldn't remember relaying this tale to him.

"Yes," he said, lifting his head and locking his blue eyes on her with a look of exasperation. "A million times before. Caroline saw you try on the dress, knew you wanted it and she bought it anyway. She wore it to the party and ended up making out with the guy you'd been crushing on since sixth grade. The end!" He buried his face back into the pillow. They had done this many nights before. It had become somewhat of a routine. Since Damon always cooked breakfast, Bonnie would make dinner, they'd eat together, then relax in front of the fireplace and talk into the night. It had been therapeutic for the both of them, if it didn't end in an argument, being able to talk uninhibited with someone about things you'd never shared with anyone else because you knew it would never leave the room. They'd learned a lot about each other in the past three months. Bonnie was a talker, Damon found, but she was an even better listener, but on this particular night she was taking over the conversation.

"All right, I'm sorry, but you don't have to be a jerk about it!" She huffed, giving him a hard shove.

He rolled back over onto his back and gazed up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. "I'm so glad I wasn't a teenager in the 2000s. It almost makes me sick how petty the problems these kids have today are."

"I'd take it over growing up in the 1800s," Bonnie quipped. "You can keep your slavery, petticoats, outhouses, and lack of technology to yourself."

"The petticoats weren't that bad," Damon said. "I enjoyed the challenge of getting a beautiful woman out of one."

"So, basically, a human Damon was just as much of a pig as vampire Damon."

"No, I was gentleman," he argued. He sat up and faced Bonnie, leaning on his arm as he spoke. "You would've liked me as a human. I was polite, considerate of other people's feelings, and I actually cared if humans lived or died. Ugh, I was so boring. We would've gotten along great."

"Are you implying that I'm boring?"

"Are you implying that you're polite?" Damon simpered and Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"I'm sure somehow, someway you would've found a way to annoy me, even then," she replied. "Regardless of the century, you're still you. You'll always be you. You're just more...you, since Katherine corrupted you. Right?"

"I regret nothing," he said. Bonnie lifted an eyebrow. "Hey, say what you want about that chick's personality but she was smoking hot, and the sex was..." Bonnie made a face and Damon smirked. "Sorry, I forgot who I was talking to for a second. I don't want your Judgy little ears to start burning at the mention of adult activities."

Bonnie sucked her teeth. "I'm not a child, Damon."

"You are until you've been touched by a real man," he remarked snidely, laying back down with the pillow.

"Who's to say I haven't?"

Damon scoffed. "You mean little Gilbert. I said a real man."

"Jeremy is hot, okay," Bonnie debated. "He put on twenty-five pounds of muscle. He can lift me over his head like nothing, and if you didn't have the supernatural advantages he could pummel you into the ground. He's all man, okay?" Bonnie lay back down on her side, facing toward the fire and away from Damon. She felt him shift and his voice came from right above her.

"Seriously, you had sex with him?" He questioned.

"We were together for three years!"

"Yeah, but you guys were always on and off and he was such a whiny punk I didn't think he was getting laid," he said.

"He wasn't always...it just happened not too long ago..." Bonnie started to say then she trailed off. She rolled on her back and looked up at Damon who was expression was one of interest. "This is weird to talk about...with you."

"We're trapped in an empty 1994 prison world with only each other," he pointed out. "Weird doesn't exist between us anymore."

Bonnie sighed and sat up. "It was after I came back as the anchor," she elaborated. "I was excited to be able to actually be with him again, to be alive, and I wanted to celebrate. I wanted to enjoy every aspect of life and love."

Damon lifted his brow. "And?"

"And I wasn't disappointed."

"You weren't disappointed?!" He repeated, incredulously. "That's how you describe your first time? God, I feel sorry for you." Bonnie's annoyance rose at his laughter. She gave him a push on the shoulder and he laughed even harder.

"I'm not going to pretend it lived up to all my expectations and was the greatest night of my life but it was fine, okay!" She said in exasperation. "It got a lot better after that." Damon laughed again before narrowing his eyes at her.

"I'll bet any amount of money that he's never even given you an orgasm," he stated, boldly.

"Damon!" Bonnie gasped. She couldn't believe he'd just said that to her.

"Am I wrong?"

"My sex life is really none of your business and we shouldn't be talking about this anyway!" Bonnie grabbed her pillow and started to get up in a huff. "I'm going to bed."

"No need to run away," Damon said coolly, leaning back. "Look, I'm over the awkwardness between us. I've lived with you for three months and you've already walked in on me letting off steam twice."

"I knew that's what you were doing!"

"If I'm going to be stuck in a sexless existence for all eternity then the least we can do is talk about it."

"I don't need your snarky commentation on my experiences."

"You mean your inexperience?"

"Ugh, see what I mean?!" She threw her pillow down at him, hitting him on the stomach. He smiled and put it behind his head. She leaned over him and jabbed her finger at him. "All you need to know is that Jeremy is good in bed and he's an amazing kisser."

"How do you know? You have no one to compare it to." Damon gripped her by the arm she had out and tugged her back down to the floor. She fell on her butt beside him and quickly yanked her hand out of his grip.

"He's not the only guy I've ever kissed," she said.

Damon's face scrunched. "Are you referring to that nonsense I walked in on at the '20s Dance?" He scoffed. "Please."

"There was Tommy Gray in second grade," she reminisced. "Tyler Lockwood in seventh grade, then there was Ben McKittrick in my junior year but I don't really count that since he kidnapped me thirty seconds later and he and Anna tried to-"

"Hold on, you kissed Tyler Lockwood?"

"It was during spin the bottle," she said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "We'd snuck some of his dad's beer to a party, I barely even remember it."

"That's disgusting, Witchy."

"Says the guy who got it on with Katherine Pierce, the biggest vamp whore to grace this side of the globe," she threw back. "That girl had more men on her than a football team."

"Touché." Damon moved in front of her, both of their silhouettes positioned in front of the fire. "But do you really want to go the rest of your life without having had an actual amazing kiss?"

"I've had amazing kisses, Damon."

"I would bet on that."

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

Damon sighed. "Come here," he said, his voice suddenly soft. He gently grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her in. Bonnie's heart spiked as he fused his mouth onto hers. Bonnie didn't make a move and for a moment his lips just lingered on hers. Then she parted her lips just a bit and he took that as invitation to go to work. He kept it controlled, working his mouth over hers expertly, tasting both of her lips and completely kissing off her cherry chap stick. It was long and deep and Bonnie felt a little weak when he slowly pulled away. He didn't release his hold on her and just looked into her emerald eyes for a moment, and she was experiencing the effects of Damon Salvatore smoldering at you firsthand. He leaned in again but she turned her head, placing her hand on his chest and gently pushing him away.

"We're going back, Damon," she said, breathlessly.

"What?"

She looked up at him. "You can't do that," she said. "You can't kiss me. Whether you believe it or not, we are going back home. The things we do here matter." She pulled out of his grip. "I know you accepted a life without ever seeing Elena again, but I haven't." She started to move away from him and stood to her feet. He gently grabbed her hand before she could walk away.

"Just to go back to my point, did I or did I not just give you the best kiss of your life?" He inquired confidently.

Bonnie scrunched her face. "It was all right," she teased, but her wobbly legs were saying something different. She took her hands from his and stalked away. He watched her. Feeling his eyes on her she turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Good night, Damon." She turned back around and nearly tripped over the footrest of his armchair. Her cheeks burning from embarrassment, she didn't turn around to see the amusement dancing in Damon's eyes, and hurried away. He listened to her padding up the stairs, then her bedroom door closing a few moments later, before falling back onto the floor.

Holy crap, I kissed Bonnie Bennett, he thought to himself, the realization of what he'd just done settling in. Never in a million years had he foreseen something like that happening between them. "I kissed Bonnie Bennett," he said aloud. And she had kissed him back. Wow. They really were living in a different world.

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