Yes. Another one. It's my day off and like I said... I've been obessing over Bamon. The Plot Bunnies are cruel and won't leave me alone. This one is more romantice then my other one. Nothing extensive as we know with these two characters it will be a low burn.
Again, this hasn't been beta'd. Just proof-read...a lot.
Please enjoy and review. It helps fuel the plot bunnies and gives my heart a flutter.
~Whorendous
I'm not in love, so don't forget it
It's just a silly phase I'm going through
And just because I call you up
Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made
Bonnie sat on her bed and listened to the deafening quiet around her. She was back. Finally. But it felt weird. Almost too calm. She rubbed her arms, attempting to rid herself of the feeling. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling banisters. The last couple of months were a strange whirlwind of chaos that had challenged not only her morals, she did kill Kai and maybe even enjoyed it, but her standing among her friends. Jeremy hasn't attempted to come see her anymore. Not after that stupid fiasco last week. Elena and Caroline were concentrating on winter finals. She felt lost and out of place.
Bonnie glanced to the side over at her side table. She smiled at the photograph of her, Caroline and Elena grinning. It was taken only a year or so ago at some party Caroline decided to throw. Bonnie squinted and noticed something in the background. She grabbed the picture and studied it. She let out a chuckle when she realized who it was exactly sticking out his tongue behind her.
Damon. You sneaky bastard.
Her eyes softened. The man infuriated her but he quickly became someone she relied on. And it oddly didn't surprise her anymore. The four months they had together had become an odd quirky bonding trip. But don't count on her letting him know that.
Team building exercise. Bonnie snorted and rolled her eyes as she laid the picture on her lap. She looked around the empty dorm room. She hadn't been around for classes so she had no finals to take. No expectations to fill or spells to do. She lifted her hand and stared at her palm. Her left hand caressed the lines of the other, feeling the rough skin. She had her magic back and could feel it burn underneath her skin. It felt familiar and strange all at the same time. She closed her eyes and reveled in the power. The magic curled in her stomach and flowed through her heart. This was who she was and she loved it. She realized she never wanted to be without her magic again.
She couldn't afford to anyways. She had friends who relied on her to have it.
Bonnie sighed as her slips pulled into a half smile.
"What are you grinning about, Witchy?"
Bonnie snapped her eyes open in surprise and whipped her head up to stare at the vampire in the door way. She watched him suck down on what she knew was bourbon.
"What the hell are you doing here, Damon?"
He leaned forward and swaggered his way into the room. Resting his arm on her bed post, he looked at her with a self-deprecating smirk. He took another gulp of the bottle in his hand and just stared at her.
Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion and she looked down at her comforter. Why would he be here? She looked up again when she felt the mattress dip next to her.
"Move over." The demand came out with a flick of his wrist and she glared up at him.
"This is my bed, Damon." She moved over anyways. But only a little bit.
He kicked off his shoes and then pull up his legs onto the bed.
"So what?" He took another swig of his drink and stared off at Elena's bed. Bonnie crinkled her nose at the smell. She jabbed her elbow into his ribs.
"Haven't you had enough of me in these past couple of months?"
There was a pregnant pause and Damon ripped his icy glare from Elena's bed to the young witch beside him. He took in the planes of her dark tan face and felt a sense of familiarity filled him. She was back. Kai was dead. And everything should be right with the world. He scoffed. Except the love of his life has forgotten the love they had shared. On purpose.
"Surprisingly, Nope." He branded the word with a resounded pop on the 'p' and took another sip of the burning alcohol.
Her lips pursed in confusion until it hit her. Warmth of her realization washed over her and a sense of playful giddiness bubbled inside her.
"Oh my god. You are actively seeking me out. You missed me!"
His mouth twisted into an aggressive frown.
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
She huffed and crossed her arms. "Then why are you here?"
He paused and blinked. Why was he here? To talk to her…he missed her stupid voice yammering. It had been too quiet these past days. But would he tell her that? Hell no. He scoffed.
"I had nothing else better to do."
Bonnie's mouth curved into a small smile. She was getting better at reading him and could tell his lie from a mile away. She scooted closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder smiling.
"I didn't miss you either."
Damon snorted.
"Everyone misses me, Bon Bon. I'm irresistible." He handed her the bottle and she quirked an eyebrow at him before grabbing it and taking a sip. Her face crumpled into a disgusted face. Man, did that burn.
"Whatever, Damon."
She leaned her head back down on his shoulder and looped an arm into his.
"It has been a wild couple of months, hasn't it?"
"Yup". He popped on the 'p' sound again and Bonnie rolled her eyes. Conversing with him always started this way. She yapped until he couldn't handle it anymore and then he started talking just to stop hearing her voice. She always found the ritual amusing, because in his own twisted way, she knew he cared.
He sighed as he listened to her talk about getting back her magic, stupid college regulations, and what she was going to do for the next semester. They passed the bottle between them and he gave his input about what he thought about college, who gives a fuck, until a comfortable silence laid between them.
He cleared his throat after he took a sip of the significantly dwindled bottle of bourbon.
"I'm starting to not care, Bonnie. The feeling is running away from me."
Bonnie raised her head slowly, the bourbon heady in her veins. She squinted up at him in confusion. He looked down at her, sadness seeping out. She was surprised at the truthfulness of his statement. Damon Salvatore was not the bare-my-soul type of guy. Unless she rubbed his face with the truth until he screamed it. She always enjoyed that, but only a little bit. Her heart broke as she saw the tears of frustration water his eyes. She swallowed hard. She knew what he was talking about now. She listened to him talk about how much he loved her best friend for months. He couldn't stop and would light up like a candle when he did. It was part of the reason why he wormed his way into her limited list of friends to protect. He acted the way he did because he cared too much. Loved too much. Not quite unlike her. And it killed her to see him break down, so un-Damon like. The pain of being forgotten was a rough road. She would know.
She gave him a shaky smile, tears filling her vision. Her hand raised slowly and he watched in fascination as went to his cheek almost clumsily. When it landed, his eyes shot to hers in unadulterated surprise.
"I know. It's okay. You're not alone." She patted the cool skin beneath her hand and blinked owlishly up at him.
The words should feel hollow and desolate. But they don't. Instead they fill his chest with comfort and hope. He wasn't alone and his little witch knew what he was going through. He stared down at her in quiet shock. His hand let go of the empty bottle and went to cover her own.
Bonnie's head was hazy, but she could feel his cool thumb caress the top of her hand and she dropped her eyes to their hands. Life really had gotten weird if this felt not only normal…but right.
Spirits help me.
She shook her head and laughed off the feeling, her hand dropping away.
"I think the bourbon is too strong for me."
Damon's mouth pulled into a side-smirk and he puffed out some air as he re-adjusted to put some distance. As much as he could at least. It was a small bed.
"Yeah, pesky weak human."
She smacked him lightly.
"I'm a witch again, so not all that human."
He grabbed the bottle that rested between them and leaned over her. He placed it on the bedside table.
Bonnie tried not to scoot down as he leaned over her but his sandalwood smell overwhelmed her senses. She watched the zipper handle of his leather jacket swing and tried not to think of how close he was. She swallowed hard as he moved back to his place on her bed.
"Close enough, although I'm starting to think you're part cat." His eyebrows raised up in a joking manner. She chuckled.
"How many lives is that now?"
"Meh, who cares?" He snorted as she smacked him again. His eyes clouded over with seriousness again as he looked around the room.
"But, Bon-Bon, if you ever try sacrificing yourself again. Do me a favor, and don't." He emphasized on "don't" by turning back and glaring at her.
Bonnie could feel her pride boil.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. I -"
He cut her off with his fingers pinching her lips together. He leaned closer to her face, his stare burning with emotion.
"Yes, I do. And I am telling you don't ever sacrifice yourself again. Not for Baby Gilbert, not for Caroline, and most definitely, not me. Never me. Got it?"
Bonnie squirmed and tried to smack his arm away. But then another epiphany sparked into her brain. Her anger subsided a little and she looked at him with those damning eyes of hers.
"You moron."
Damon leaned back, his eyes checked her face guardedly. Her stare was beginning to unsettle him. Like it always did when she figured something out…usually regarding him.
She sighed and looked down at his hand between them. She scooted back against the headboard more and curled her hand around his, their fingers intertwining. She tugged on it gently, he would almost call it affectionate. He shook his head. He never really understood how she could switch emotions so quickly. He stared at the opposite wall.
"You're worth saving, Damon Salvatore. There's hope for you."
He swallowed hard. He throat felt tight. Familiar words. He felt a slight weight on his shoulder again and he looked down at the brunette. She yawned and in no way, shape or form, did he find it cute. Okay, maybe a little.
Bonnie settled lower in the bed to get a little more comfortable. Her emotions and the bourbon had made her tired and sleepy.
"I'm sure this is the last place you want to be tonight, Damon. But I'm glad you are."
He smiled and for once it was a genuine smile. He looked up at the ceiling as he could hear her heart steady in to a slow sleepy beat. His hand squeezed her hand lightly as to not wake her back up.
"Not exactly."
