AN: Hello! My name is Laura and I'm bored and Bamon deprived. Here is a one-shot in a series of one-shots; mini stories not in chronological order about Damon and Bonnie. Please enjoy!

Damon descended down the stairs of the boarding house lazily after waking from his afternoon nap. He had been doing that much more frequently in the past three months than in the over-a-century life he had been living. Like clockwork, he would have to drag his eyelids back open with every blink at around 4:23 PM- the same time he had woken after his fall from grace.

Now well past 6, the house was quiet as usual. Nearly no one lived in it now seeing as how every supernatural entity would find its way there during their unwanted visits to Mystic Falls.

Damon had left too after some convincing from Stefan. "Better to live a coward, than die a fool," his brother had argued. "You're not just thinking about yourself anymore."

Now Damon only visited the mansion to make sure the estate was still in order, but he had left home late and crashed on his old king bed. Damon raised his arms high above his head, the taut muscles of his back and arms flexing underneath his skin. A low gurgle erupted from his stomach just as he turned the corner into the kitchen, sliding on his flannel shirt.

"Mrs. Salvatore," he drawled to the woman in front of the stove who was not so much cooking as staring into the flames that made whatever delicious recipe inside the pots simmer. He moseyed up to her and embraced her from behind, craning his head down to kiss her on the ear, the cheek, the- wait.

He detached himself to swoop Bonnie off her feet and plant her on the island. He stepped in between her legs and pressed his body flush against her, wishing the romper she was wearing was sheer chiffon instead of a woodland green cotton with tiny yellow and orange flowers dotting the fabric.

No matter what was separating his gloriously hot bod from her exquisitely buttery smooth skin that was like salted caramel on his tongue didn't matter, as long as he could capture her uncharacteristically downturned lips.

Another detail that was no matter because he had the power to turn that frown upside down or- if something was really bothering her- into a cute pout at the least.

Damon cupped the round of her waist and held a side of her heart shaped face in the palm of his hand, tracing the outline of her ear with his middle finger, the titanium wedding band around his ring finger warming slightly.

He could feel the corner of his eyes crinkling as he began to smile. Her frown lessened a little just staring at each other- Damon's curious expression distracting her before his lips distracted her even more- and she unconsciously held onto his wrist.

Good, Damon thought, because he was about to kiss the shit out of her.

The home cooked meal whispered in the background as Damon leaned in slowly- so slowly that their breaths tangled in the space between them like the beginning of a storm. He watched her eyes fall to his mouth, and she lifted hers to be met with air.

Damon set a kiss underneath her eye. Her eyelashes fluttered underneath his nose then settled. He planted another on her other cheek, then on the angle of her jaw that didn't match the right side, the spot where her smile lines would appear, her lips, her lips, her lips; three kisses, each one longer than the last, until he blanketed her bottom lip.

He tilted his head and cradled her neck with both hands as the kiss went on. Bonnie straightened to push into the kiss, and held onto his waist. Damon glided his tongue across her bottom lip and bit down gently, parting Bonnie's lips enough for their tongues to greet.

Their mouths grew wetter and wider and breath hotter and faster until Bonnie was wrinkling Damon's flannel in her fist. They teetered on the edge of erotica before Damon drew them back by withdrawing his tongue and soon after shortening kisses.

He kissed her lips one last time before using the tip of his nose to nuzzle a path to her forehead and place a kiss there too. Bonnie rested their foreheads together by wrapping her arms around Damon's neck, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw the the undeniable curve of a smile.

"Mr. Salvatore," Bonnie finally breathed. She broke apart from him and added, "…and baby Salvatore."

"Baby Salvatore? Is Stefan here?"

"No, dumbass," she said rolling her eyes, but chuckling all the same. She looked down just as her hand reached her belly, rubbing softly. "Baby Salvatore is in here."

Damon's eyes widened as he stared at her hand gently turning on her abdomen. When he looked up, she was staring at him, waiting for his reaction, waiting to see if this was to be a blessing, or a curse.

"You're pregnant?" he asked quietly to be sure, to which she silently nodded, nibbling her lip nervously.

Dinner sizzled on the stove; the mouth watering smell that filled the entire kitchen bringing him back down from the clouds, but he could still catch his wife's delicate pumpkin spice scent and- did she use his shaving cream this morning?

Damon gazed disbelievingly at her stomach and then covered her hand with his.

"Baby Salvatore…" He brought his eyes up again, and his smirk spread into a smile lighting across his face. "Mama Salvatore."

Bonnie's eyes glittered and her lips broke apart to grace Damon with one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on her face, like the sun breaking through rainclouds that were thought to never go away.

"Papa Salvatore," she murmured and let Damon kiss her again.