Summary: AU/AH. After the nastiest break up that he had gone through in the late teens, Damon Salvatore was all about one night stands—until Bonnie made appearance.
Characters: Damon/Bonnie/ ( ? )
Chapter: 1/ (?)
About the story: First time I wrote Damon. Not entirely BAMON fic, I tell you. This piece I wrote years back, but I hesitated to share. It will be two or three part story.
Note: I mean no offence to anyone. Everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination. I don't own any of the characters. No beta, so you will find mistakes everywhere.
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Damon's life was pretty simple; work, sex and repeat. After the nastiest break up that he had gone through in the late teens, the Salvatore fixed to one night stands—until Bonnie made appearance.
The pair of icy blues searched for his favourite face across the office room. She had to be here by 10' o clock.
Punctual, smart, firm—and gorgeous, Bonnie was easy to work with. She was not as bad as he had perceived her to be. Sometimes she would act like a cold-hearted bitch, but he had his dick-ish moments with her.
At the end, they learnt to tolerate each other like just fine.
Bonnie was appointed for the special project by the head office. Initially Damon objected to work and lead his team along with a stranger which, of course, countered by high level managers. He had become pain in her ass, but Bonnie dealt with him way too professionally and reminded him that his boss came to her for help.
There was no usual spark in his eyes as he gazed at the monitor screen for several minutes trying to read an article about the latest software for information system. Not that he put his mind into that while doing so.
Once again he scanned at the corridors through the glass of his cabin.
Ah, a voice purred in his head watching her striding through people and greeting them in return.
Damon liked her aura, her grace among the others. For once, he began to admire that woman.
"Oh, the sun is going to rise in West and set in East." He passed snarky comment, as soon as she stepped into the cabin.
The set of olive green eyes were confused but distant when her gaze fell on him. She took time to respond.
"My car was broken down, Damon."
There was unfamiliar expression in her tone that did not go unnoticed. Somewhere between disinterest and discomfort she sounded.
Damon placed coffee mug on table, after peeling eyes off her face.
What they had was not an entirely professional relationship. At least not for him.
He—cared.
It had been years, but he began to show concern.
Anyone around him could say that he was interested in Bonnie more than colleague. Which was forcing him to cross the rules he set for himself; no workplace romance.
Still he had to fight the temptation her feminine curves and whirls of sandalwood fragrance caused as she moved around the place.
Moreover Damon was not blind to the glass wall between them, which she created.
"What is wrong, Bon-Bon? You seem to be in a pretty bright mood today."
"I had rough start for a day." A drop of sweat trailed down, shimmering on her forehead. "That's it."
After placing bag on the table, she glanced here and there, purposely not meeting his eyes.
Something was wrong.
"Which meant you are giving me hell today?" Damon teased and received snort from her, before he called his assistant and ordered up coffee for her.
"Thanks, man." She sat in front of his desk quietly and going through her phone.
Damon had this urge to push her to know why her behaviour was odd that day. But he changed topic and spoke of their work.
Coffee, later lunch time arrived. Both of them immersed into tons of files by the time Damon's phone rang. It snapped them out.
"At this rate if we work, we cannot meet our deadline." Bonnie started brooding, as they stepped into elevator.
Coolly Damon responded, inserting fingertips into the front pocket of his black trousers. "Chill, Bon Bon. I asked to push it away, and they did."
She squinted for a few good seconds and he sighed for her accusing look. Silently she was demanding explanation for his words—as in details. But Damon never liked to reveal his tricks to get work done, did he? So, a smirk full of cool arrogance was his reply.
Rolling eyes toward ceiling, she muttered. "I wish I could learn one or two from your nasty tricks."
"One: you would have to follow my style." He nudged her playfully. At a floor, three people boarded on. "Two: they are not nasty. I call them modes of survival."
"Those are unethical."
"You know what I think? Nothing is right, nothing is wrong." The corner of his mouth curved up into humourless smile. Feeling her glare upon his cheek, he murmured. "People love to question everything that comes in their way."
Silence established till they reached ground floor, then she spoke.
"It is not about people." Damon glanced at her for a bit before quitting the elevator with Bonnie on the trail. "Our rules are for us to follow, not for the world out there. Those morals will define us."
He did not halt while his breath hitched a little.
Had he told why he would adore her?
It did not mean he agree to her ideas readily. Just the way she would make herself clear had him locked down with her.
"Define us to whom?" He asked wryly, didn't let her respond. "And you are an old soul." Clicking his tongue, he pressed palm to her back and led her to his car. "I'm thinking of Nacho's." Lunch at Nacho's was their usual thing and she did not object.
That day Bonnie did not pay any sort of attention to the menu card, Damon could bet she fixed thinking of single matter. Irked, but he remained quiet until she reached for glass of water.
"I started to wonder if I came alone. Good you're still in this world." His words oozed with sarcasm. Not sure how to respond, she gave him a playful glare. "Unless it is about me, I suggest your mental presence as well."
This time her response was fast. "I would rather stick to reality. Thanks, Damon."
A smirk tugged at his lips as he re-focused on the card.
"I need fucking rest, Bonnie." It was harsh, but he was exhausted. "Let us continue tomorrow."
Bonnie did not plan to discontinue. She waved at him. Her stubborn-ass was pinned to that seat. She managed to hide glower, although anyone could have noticed her eye-roll. In the second half of the day she was silent most of the time. It was worse than her bitchy self.
Damon was freaking out internally, debating of all possibilities that had her upset—detached was an appropriate word.
Barely had she responded to his taunt and it was driving him insane. What he could possibly do to get her out of whatsoever world she was in? He groaned inwardly.
Not stepping out of the cabin, Damon glared at her. "I want to take you out."
Fuck.
It was not planned, but he did not mind it either.
Bonnie shot surprised glance in his direction. Was it not too obvious? He thought. That he was smitten with her.
"This weekend."
Still she did not answer. Blankly staring at him was all she could do and he grew tense.
"I'm sure you did not explore the city." He forced cocky grin as he weaved plan on spot. "I could be your hot guide and show you around." A ghost of smile reached to her lips which relieved him soon after. "Maybe we could make out by the end of—"
"Stop being weird to me." Bonnie laughed melodiously.
"Well, you're not used to guys hitting on you."
He was not joking, though his words left her in fit of giggles. "We kill each other if things are in other way, Damon."
"Maybe I will let you." He smiled, hardly letting out his words in whisper.
Bonnie, once she paused her laugh, shook her head. "I think I shall continue tomorrow. Please, drop me at my place."
Damon, did he mention, was acting like a teenager around Bonnie.
For every fifteen seconds he would look at her. Maybe less than fifteen sometimes. She would either ignore him or lost in her world again, while he would sincerely doubt it was the latter.
Not sure how to fetch her attention to him, he cleared throat before starting. "I'm thinking we should go out."
Her brows shot up quickly. "We do that all time."
"Not like that, Bon bon." He murmured, tapping fingers on the steering. Yeah, was he truly ready to pursue things with her? He was. "Like a proper dinner date."
Bonnie made a face. "We will see about it."
"Today?"
"I remember you need some rest."
Damon sighed. Of course, she was stalling. And he did not want to force her either.
"We have an office party to attend in some days." She spoke again. "Can you show me around after that?"
Damon smiled. Finally. "My pleasure, ma'am."
Bonnie waved at her colleague before she strode to her apartment. She felt like a shower could compensate the shit she had during day time.
Exhaustion was not even the right word to begin with.
She didn't know why, since two days she had been feeling he would visit her. and that morning she received one text. Miss you, from him. Comfort and anxiety—two contradicting feelings stirred inside her.
Unlocking her door, she stepped in before switching on the lights.
A shower, and a glass of wine—she would be sleeping like a babe within few minutes.
Apparently that wasn't going to happen. By the time she exited bathroom and filled her glass with wine, Bonnie received another text.
I'm coming for you.
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