Summary: Bonnie is feels numb and starts a twisted affair with Damon. Set after 1x14. Goes pretty AU from there. Title is from Placebo song of the same name.
Author's Note: Hey! This is my first story on Fanfiction. I've written it before, and the people that read it really enjoyed it. To get the feel of the story, you should listen to My Sweet Prince by Placebo.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or anything associated with it. If I did, Damon and Bonnie would be together having hot vampire/witch sex all the time. No lie. I also don't own My Sweet Prince by Placebo. Except for on my ipod.
Their bodies moved together, rhythmically. She loved when they did that.
Her hands gripped at his back, flexing her fingers when the pain of her cramped digits got to be too much.
She didn't want to remember the hurt; the pain of losing someone she loved. And, in a way, he lost someone he loved. Well, he lost the idea of someone.
He slightly growled as he felt her thoughts going somewhere other than what they were doing.
She inwardly smiled; even though she knew it wasn't supposed to be attractive, she couldn't help but like the selfishness he had. Instead of him being like other people and constantly asking her if she was alright, he wanted to focus both of their attention on himself.
It's comforting. She thought. At least someone isn't worried about what I thought.
But, then again, he sort of was. But, it wasn't about emotions or feelings. It was about how good he made her feel; physically, of course.
She can't really remember exactly how they came to be doing this after-school activity for the last few weeks. She used to be numb all the time; happiness was just a memory, something that died with Grams.
But, whenever he was around, she would feel something: anger. And that was a hell of a lot more than any other emotion anyone had riled up in her in a long time.
Before this had started, she was home alone, laying on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
She felt an unconventional breeze from her windows that she knew had been shut.
She knew he was there, watching, waiting, wanting.
Blinking once, sighing deeply, she said, "Come in."
And, suddenly, he was inside her house. No one else was home. It wasn't like anyone at that moment was going to care what happened to her.
I should just leave it at that. Don't say anything else. She told herself.
But, no. She had to take it a step further.
"I think we should fuck." She stated, still looking at the ceiling.
He didn't look perplexed or even taken aback. That stupid smirk that she hated appeared on his face. "Why?" He asked. He knew he was pushing his luck.
At this, she finally turned her head towards him.
Slightly shrugging her shoulders while still laying down, she said, "I don't know. Just because."
That was enough for him, and the next thing she knew, he was on top of her and their lips were engaged in a battle of dominance.
This had continued for the next few weeks.
Some nights, between thrusts, he would ask, "Why? Why? Why?"
While she could still speak coherently, she would reply, "Because, because, because."
Finally, one night, he had decided that they should try this at his house.
She had never seen his room before, and was unpleasantly surprised that she felt at ease in it. She didn't want to feel comfortable; this whole arrangement was temporary, he was temporary.
"Can I get you anything?" He asked snarkily, his eyebrows rising as that damn smirk dropped into place.
Instead of saying anything, she just walked over to him, and stood in front of him.
Just stood.
Slowly unbuttoned her coat that held the few stray raindrops that had landed on her when she had gotten out of his car.
She let it fall from her frame as she pulled her arms out of its sleeves.
She stepped closer and placed her lips on his neck.
He inhaled deeply as she tentatively placed her arms on his shirt clad shoulders.
She continued to place small, clean kisses on his neck.
Unexpectedly, she pulled away.
He huffed in disappointment, but quickly smiled as he saw her walking backwards towards his bed.
He followed hungrily, and put his hands on her hips as he greedily kissed her lips.
He trailed down her jaw to her neck, and briefly registered her hands in his hair.
She could feel his fangs poking at the soft skin of her neck, and thought that tonight may be the night.
He had never bitten her before.
She wanted him to.
Oh, how she wanted it.
He knew how much she craved the pleasure of being bitten, but he knew that what she really wanted was the pain. He knew how she blamed herself for what happened, but he wasn't going to be some little toy that she punished herself with.
That's why he never bit her, because he wasn't the host at some pity party.
She would know that he was in control.
He pulled away from her neck, leaving it unmarked.
He couldn't help but notice the flicker of disappointment in her eyes at, yet again, being denied the pain which she desired most.
She composed herself and settled her knees on the bed, almost coming eye to eye with him.
"Your shoes are on my bed." He stated, looking pointedly at her feet.
She sighed.
Sat on her backside to reach the zipper of her boots.
After pulling both of them off, she put her hands in her lap and looked at him.
"Happy?" She asked sarcastically.
"Very." He said, then climbed on top of her.
She couldn't help but think that the whole shoe thing was just a ploy for him to be on top.
He always loved to display his dominance.
Clothes were taken off.
Sharp intakes of breath as hands and tongues worked.
The best part came as he entered her, and her toes curled.
She gripped the sheets as she let him have his way with her.
She couldn't think anymore; she was lost in her want.
This sick, masochistic craving she had for everything he was doing to her body.
Squeezing, pinching, biting, licking.
Everything felt new and incredible every time they were together.
Finally, they both reached their climax. He laid on top of her, panting,.
Maybe this was the only time when they were actually normal with each other.
He would kiss her shoulders and collarbones as he tried to catch his breath.
She would run her fingers through his raven hair as she blinked in wonderment.
The after bliss was the only time when they didn't have any prior engagements or hidden agendas.
They were just a witch and a vampire.
Normal.
Yeah, right.
After he catches his breath, he rolls off of her. She almost misses the strange warmth he gives off.
"Bonnie?" He says.
"Damon?" She says in reply.
"I never thought you'd fuck with my brain." He said, disappointed.
Bonnie rolls over, facing away from Damon.
"Ditto."
It was the only thing she could think of.
Hopefully you guys liked it! I LOVE Damon/Bonnie, and I hope I pleased all you fans out there.