Greetings Everyone! I didn't plan on starting another fic (isn't that what we all say), but I was recently challenged in another fic about the 'dramatic tone' that my fics usually have—so I decided to do something light for Bamon and most of all Bonnie. I have to admit that I am a lover of writing drama, but I am determined to dip my toe into the fun and laidback, lightness of a Bonnie Bennett fic. So please indulge me for a bit. I promise this won't be too dramatic or torturous.

As always thank you for your support.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Prologue: Hot Water

Her moans reverberated throughout the loft apartment that she had ended up after the night of partying that was meant to be her last hurrah. Her tiny hands gripped the top of the headboard as his muscular, but yet slim body thrusted into her quickly and then slowly. She closed her eyes as she moved her hands from the headboard to his back, allowing her nails to drag along his bare back. She was sure that she was leaving marks, but she didn't care. It was a way to make sure everyone knew that he was with her or someone who wanted to send a signal. He paused for a moment capturing her mouth into a passionate, soul sucking kiss. Their tongues danced, they gasped for breath as he grabbed her wrists and held them over her head as he went deeper.

"You feel so good…you…this…oh my god," she moaned in his ear.

"I wanted you like this since I locked eyes with you tonight," he whispered in her ear.

"Mmm, hmm," she answered as he flipped them over in order to get a better look at the tantalizing, gorgeous, pixie goddess that had been lying below him. He placed his hands gently on her hips and slowly guiding her into a slow grind. He bit his lip as she swirled and slowly lifted her body on and off of him. If he didn't control this situation, he would burst inside of her before he was ready. He sat up placing one foot on the floor, holding her in place with his hands cupped on her bottom. He held onto her as he made his way over to the chaise lounge chair in his bedroom, lying her down and placing her caramel leg up on his shoulder as he went in deeper, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as she began to grip onto the chair and he could tell that he was bringing her to the climax that he had worked so hard for.

"Damon…" she cried out as she reached for him.

"Give me what I want, Bonnie," he whispered in the moonlit room.

He closed the gap between them with a kiss as he quickened his motions and he felt his orgasm building as he grabbed onto her tighter, "Bonnie…I'm going to…" he didn't get to finish the words as he felt every bit of him explode inside of her as she gripped onto him for dear life.

He collapsed down next to her on the small piece of furniture and turned to her, gently moving a damp tendril of hair from her face, "Stay…" he whispered, not sure after that session if he meant for the night or forever without every leaving his place.

She looked at him for a few seconds, before painfully whispering a response, "I can't."

He wasn't expecting that answer from her. From the moment they made eye contact and sparked up a conversation at his bar, he knew that they had some kind of connection and after what they just did all over his condo, he was sure of it, "Why can't you?"

She stood up from the chaise and stretched, immediately grabbing her lower back giving him some satisfaction, "Because I have to be up extra early tomorrow…"

"I will call a car for you in the morning," he sat up.

She smiled. The smile wasn't a completely happy one, it was a pitying one and he didn't exactly like it, "No, I don't think that will work."

"Why…we had good conversation, good drinks…a good couple of moments."

"Damon…"

"What?" he held up his hands.

"I need to shower," she declared moving towards the bathroom.

His mouth dropped, "Really Bon?" he asked in disbelief.

She nodded without another word heading towards the bathroom, but she stopped in the threshold, "I will have to leave by at least 6:30."

"6:30am, it is," Damon answered standing up from the chaise holding out his hand.

She turned from the bathroom taking a deep breath and clasped her hand within his.

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Bonnie leaned on her elbow watching the handsome man sleeping next to her. His eyes were closed, but his eyelashes were fluttering slightly providing a cover to those beautiful crystal blue eyes that saw right through her. Oh the things she thought about doing to him when they locked eyes…the things that they did when they actually touched each other. She raised her hand to gently caress his cheek, but was stopped by his olive skinned hand grabbing hers, "Look, but do not touch unless you have time," he smirked at her with his eyes still closed.

"It's 6:15 and I doubt we have time," she smiled.

His eyes opened and the way those blues looked at her, made her instantly wet between her thighs, "You sure?" he smirked.

"I'm sure," she stated sliding over to the edge of the bed.

Reaching over, he placed his hand gently on the small of her back, "You don't have to leave, you know."

"I know…but I'm getting married today," she stated, standing up slowly and padding slowly to the bathroom.

With those four words, Damon closed his eyes and sighed. So she was…

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"Where is she! I've called her cell 20 times since last night!" Caroline Forbes panicked as she paced the bridal suite of the Crowne Plaza Hotel. Her blue pumps clicked across the marble floor of the suite and the strength of the curlers in her hair were being tested beyond belief as she shook her head vigoriously.

"Caroline, please calm down…she will be here," Elena Gilbert sighed rubbing her temples. Her hangover from the previous night was starting to attack her at full force and Caroline's screaming didn't help.

"And where is Bianca! Bonnie's her sister and she's the maid of honor, so she should be here panicking with us!"

"She went to pick up the Bennetts at the airport," Elena mumbled trying to down a cup of coffee.

"This is going to be a disaster, only we could lose the bride to be at her bachelorette party. I knew that we should have never planned the party for the night before the wedding," Caroline went on in panic mode.

"Caroline, everything will be fine."

"And thank god, he hasn't called to speak to her. What would say to the groom to be…oh yeah, we went out. Had about 60 shots and lost your fiancée? He would kill us!"

As Caroline finished her rant and Elena was sure that she would have to sedate her, the door clicked and Bonnie slowly walked into the suite, "Oh my God…I was just about to call the cops," Caroline rushed over to her and brought her into a tight hug.

"Well you don't have to because I'm here."

"Where were you?" Caroline questioned searching Bonnie's face.

Bonnie hesitated, "Umm…around," she mumbled before moving further into the room sending an amused look at Elena.

"Around where," Caroline pressed.

Bonnie poured a glass of orange juice and took a deep breath, "I was with him."

"What!" Caroline's eyes bugged out as Elena's mouth dropped, "no, no, no Bonnie…you're getting married today, how could you do that!"

"It was just one night," she shrugged.

Caroline's mouth gaped as Elena shook her head.

Two Years Before

Chapter 1: Ristretto

The tiny hipster coffee bistro, Cup of Life, was unusually quiet on this early Saturday morning and Bonnie relished in it. After a long week of busting her butt closing the Aqua Cleana account for Jay and Jones Advertising, she needed this time to refresh and just be. She planned to spend this time thumbing through the new Essence with Idris Elba adorning the cover and sip on the Caramel Luxe Iced coffee that only Barry the Barista could make for her. Her shoulder length hair was pulled into a ponytail, she was wearing no make up and she felt as free as she could possibly be. It was a perfect Saturday morning as far as she was concerned.

As she turned one of the pages detailing why Idris decided to do this interview, the door opened to the bistro and the wind chime echoed throughout the air. She didn't bother to glance up as she turned the next page.

She heard the heavy footsteps, closely followed by light steps and panting, "Hello…umm…not sure what I want here?" a definite male voice stated in a confused tone, "I don't usually drink the fancy stuff, umm…hmm…"

Bonnie glanced up from her magazine to take a glance at the 'confused and non-fancy stuff' drinker. His skin was a nice tanned color, he had dark hair (pretty much jet black), he was wearing a baseball cap, but when he turned to look at her, she was met with ocean blue eyes that made her audibly gasp. "Hey," he lifted his chin toward her, "do you have any suggestions?"

Bonnie focused on him and then at the tiny beagle next to him looking at her expectantly like they were also waiting for their drink. Bonnie's mouth turned into a slight smirk as Barry gazed over at her too with a wry smile. Cocking her head to the side, she spoke, "Ristretto."

Barry raised an eyebrow.

"A Ristretto, sounds good…one Ristretto for me and a bowl of water for Sandy," he stated bending down and rubbing the dog's head.

Bonnie chuckled as she went back to her magazine.

"Wait…is that the entire drink?" she heard him say after a few moments.

"Yup…that's a Ristretto," Barry stated amused.

"That," the man stated in a measured voice, "is a splash of coffee."

"Yes, it's a short shot of espresso."

Bonnie giggled behind her magazine.

"Oh really? Can I just get a cup of coffee, black…full…to the top?"

"Sure can…it's on the house!" Barry stated.

"Great," the man deadpanned as he picked up the bowl of water. Bonnie could hear his footsteps followed by the soft pants of Sandy's coming towards her, "really funny."

She glanced over her magazine, "I have no idea what you are talking about?"

"You have no idea about the splash of coffee you just had me order for $4.50?" he stared down at her. His mouth was set in a straight line, but clearly his eyes looked amused. Bonnie glanced down at Sandy lapping up her water happily.

"Well Sandy's happy," she shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes at her, "Smart ass," he mumbled.

"But you haven't seen my ass," Bonnie fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He blinked. It was clear he wasn't expecting that from her, "Oh really?"

She smiled.

"Large Black Coffee filled to the top!" Barry announced.

"Well I guess that's me."

"Yup…regular black coffee," Bonnie answered.

"Well…I guess its time for me and Sandy to take that run."

Bonnie shrugged with a smile as the blue eyed black coffee drinker turned on his heels, gave Barry some tip money and called Sandy over. "Next time, I will get a better drink and when I ask for a suggestion…I hope you do a little better," he called over his shoulder as the door closed with a final bang and the bells jingled.

"Mmm…he was a snack!" Barry leaned over the counter shaking his head.

"He was ok," Bonnie turned a page in the magazine.

"Did you see those eyes? I felt like he stared right down into my soul, snatched it out of my body and had its way with me."

She chuckled, Barry had a way with words.

"But alas, he only had eyes for you."

"What?" she scoffed, "I doubt that."

"Welp he didn't cuss you out after you had him order that espresso, so that's a win. Listen, I know these things," Barry tightened his man bun and fixed his glasses, "he was interested, did you hear when he said something about next time? Oh he's coming back and I bet next time he orders something with caramel," Barry winked as someone else entered the bistro.

Bonnie shook her head at Barry's words, but the fact that the mere thought of the blue eyed stranger coming in looking for her next time made her entire body tingle. She felt her face flush at the thoughts that went through her head. She glanced up at Barry who was giving her a knowing smile and she rolled her eyes holding up the Essence magazine, "It's Idris," she mouthed.

"Suurreeee," he mouthed back turning to the Espresso machine.

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After stopping at the local market, Bonnie walked into the brownstone on the tree lined street that she shared with her college roommate and best friend, Elena Gilbert. She hoped and prayed that Elena and her boyfriend, Matt had left for work at the hospital. They were both first year residents at Mystic Falls General Hospital and were barely home, but when they were—Bonnie knew.

Bonnie stepped over the threshold and she was met with quiet. Elena had left a message on the chalkboard in the foyer, 'Hey Bon…working from 1200 to 1200, see you tomorrow!' Bonnie's face turned into a smile. She couldn't help it. After working non-stop for 14 days on the new campaign for Aqua Cleana toothpaste, she was ready to relax and do absolutely nothing. She loved living with Elena. They got along fine and had some of the best times—but sometimes she just needed to be alone. That was perhaps the reason why her relationship with Enzo went kablooey a month ago. He wanted to move in together, she didn't want to, he was tired of waiting and she was tired of him complaining—not exactly a way to make a relationship work. As much as she wanted or at least thought she should become a better girlfriend to him, she just couldn't. Enzo had been her boyfriend since freshman year of college and she loved him. She loved him for a long time, but the spark was gone. Sex had become something to do…something that they were obligated to do…it wasn't fun, passionate or exciting anymore. They tried toys, books, classes and still nothing. Their dinner dates were just as robotic. They spoke about work, family and tv. It had turned into a transient relationship and although neither one would admit it, they needed to break up and Bonnie finally put on her good girl pants and ended it. Enzo wasn't exactly happy at first, but the fact that he had moved on with Caroline (a mutual friend from home) about a month later, she was sure he wasn't bothered as much.

Since ending things with Enzo, she decided to get out there and see what else life had to offer—with no attachments. She'd had a few dates and each one brought a new dynamic. There had only been one or two that interested her mentally and physically and the physical aspect was what she liked the most about both guys, but there was still something missing.

Bonnie dropped her magazine on the coffee table and headed into the kitchen putting her groceries away. As she placed the last of her vegetables in the crisper, her cell began to ring and she clicked the green button her watch, "Hello Bee."

"Where you been? I texted you earlier."

"It's Saturday and its morning," Bonnie answered.

"Oh right, it's your quiet time," Bee mocked her.

"Yes, its my quiet time. What were you just getting in when you texted me this morning?"

"You know it!"

Bonnie shook her head. Bianca 'Bee' Bennett was the lead dancer for the Detroit Devils NBA team, party girl, beautiful, a little selfish and Bonnie's fraternal twin sister who was her confidant and personal pain in the ass, "To live your life," Bonnie shook her head.

"You could, I told you that Steve could get you a job in the PR department for the Devils, but you flat out refuse. You rather work on toilet paper ads."

"So much faith in my work and it was a toothpaste ad and I'm still new, so I have to work my way up to the new accounts."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. So we're coming to Richmond next month and you promised to come out to the game and go out afterwards with me and the girls."

"Yes, I did."

"And you are going to have fun, none of that…Oh I have to get up early tomorrow bullshit, right Bon?" Bee asked.

"Yes Bee."

"And Mom, Dad and Grams are thinking about coming to."

"Oh yay."

"Yeah, I know. Dad will complain about our uniforms for the 50,000th time."

Bonnie chuckled, "Sounds about right."

"Do you think Elena will come…Enzo?"

"Elena probably has to work at the hospital and you know me and Enzo are more hi and bye nowadays."

"I can't believe that he started dating Caroline, but you know what…maybe she's more his speed anyway. Nice and boring…chirpy trophy wife and all," Bee stated as if it was the worst thing in the entire world.

"He's happy. They're happy, but I don't think they would come to the basketball game."

"Ok, so just you, mom, dad and Grams. Oh well, I have someone for you to meet anyway," Bee stated in a sing songy voice.

"Oh really? Bianca, don't you dare try to set me up," Bonnie warned, "we have different tastes and I don't want any of those basketball players."

"He's not a basketball player, he's an assistant coach. He's cool."

"Hmmm…"

"Look, just be open. God knows, something needs to be open with you…your legs…your mind…your mouth…something."

"Goodbye Bianca," Bonnie started to push the end button.

"Hey…wait…wait…wait…I'm coming two days before the game, can I stay with you?"

"Yes, you can stay with me but no one else…no surprises Bianca," Bonnie warned.

"Would I bring any strangers?" she asked innocently.

"Yes, you definitely would."

Bonnie was answered with Bianca's laughs. No matter what mood she was in, a conversation with her twin always managed to put a smile on her face. They were polar opposites, where Bonnie was serious and organized, Bianca went wherever the wind blew. They both went to college, Bonnie attended Whitmore and Bianca went to Berkley. She became fascinated with dance teams out there and tried her hand at being a Laker Girl. She did that for a year, got a better offer in Detroit and settled there as a Devil Girl. Bianca had a silver tongue and could talk her way into anything. Bonnie was amazed at her twin most times, but there were times that she wished she could be more like her. Bonnie went to Whitmore and majored in Public Relations/Advertising with a minor in Art. She interned every summer at Jay and Jones and naturally when she graduated they offered her a Junior Account Executive position. It was a way to learn the ropes, but that was about it. The accounts assigned to her weren't exactly the most exciting, but they taught her a lot and that's what she needed. Overall, she was content with her life but she had to admit she was missing an extra something. She wasn't sure exactly what she was missing, but she would know it when she came across it.

Bonnie picked up a bottle of water and a bag of carrots heading towards the living room, when her cell began to ring again. She glanced down at the face that filled her watch screen. She smiled, "Hello."

"Hey Bon, was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight and maybe watch a movie or something at my place?"

She smiled. She had no Saturday plans and he was definitely a plan that she could be interested in, "Sure, what time?"

"Seven?" he suggested.

"Perfect," she answered with a grin.

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Damon Salvatore opened the door to his condo allowing Sandy to pad in and immediately settle on her doggie bed in the living room. "How was the run?" a smokey female voice inquired from the stairs.

Damon chugged down a bottle of water, removing his cap and throwing it on a chair, "Ok, the same. Quiet."

She made her way down the stairs, giving the sleepy Sandy a quick glance and moved over towards the kitchen, "I can't believe you left the bed this morning, I was willing to make it worth your time," she flipped her chocolate tresses and gave him a pouty look blinking her green eyes.

"Yes, but you know after last night, I needed my run. It was a busy night last night at Revel."

"Yes, yes I know…I work there too remember, despite the fact that you act like you don't even know that," she pouted.

Damon sighed. This new relationship went against every rule he previously set for himself. He didn't date the employees and he didn't date whiny chicks, but she was different or appeared to be. As the days went by, he wasn't so sure anymore, "Andie, you know that we have to keep our relationship under wraps for awhile. I don't want the other employees to think that I have a favorite," he wrapped his long arms around her svelte waist and pulled her closer to him.

"Eww…you're sweaty!" she shrieked.

"Oh am I…I'm sure it doesn't bother you much," he nibbled on her neck sending her into a fit of giggles.

"Damon!" she removed herself from his embrace, "stop!"

"Tell you what, how about we take a shower together, get sweaty together and then take another shower together. Then we can head off to the club for the night?" he suggested.

"Ok," she kissed him quickly on the lips, "I'll start the shower, you like the water too hot."

"Whatever you want Babe," Damon grinned as Andie headed towards the steps after a quick pat on the butt from Damon.

Damon rubbed his face as he glanced at the newspaper that he had picked up on his way home. He slapped his lips together realizing that he could still taste that nasty coffee drink that he had sipped in the shop earlier still lingered on his lips. He couldn't believe that he let that girl sitting at that table get away with that coffee suggestion. He should have known by the way her cute little mouth twisted into a smirk that she was setting him up, but maybe he was caught off guard by her mouth or maybe it was the emerald cat eyes that mesmerized him. She was a cutie and that cutie owed him money because of that suggestion.

As he gathered his newspaper under his arm to read later, his cell buzzed in his shorts pocket. Fishing it out, he saw his brother's name and realized that he had missed the conference call. "Shit," he mumbled answering, "hey Little Brother, how's the day treating you?"

"Damon, we had a meeting with the Duesse distributors this morning," Stefan chastised him in his usual reprimanding voice.

"I'm sorry, I slept in and then I had a run with Sandy and then…"

"And then you got sidetracked by Andie?" Stefan supplied.

Damon glanced towards the stairs where he could hear Andie singing in the bathroom, "You got me. Besides, you're the head of acquisition and marketing…you handle that, I handle the finances and hiring."

"Yes, I am aware but I wanted to get your weigh in, since you are the finance manager for Revel."

"Sorry, I promise to do better."

"Anyway, I will have the numbers on your desk when you come in tonight."

"See, I didn't need to be there anyway."

"Yeah, yeah…look. I was able to get the suite for the Richmond Renegades basketball game next month. Can I count you in for the game?" Stefan asked.

"Sure to watch them lose, who they playing?" Damon inquired as Andie called him from the bathroom.

"The Detroit Devils."

"Oh the team with those hot ass dancers…yeah, I'm in. But I gotta go Stefan, I have something to attend to upstairs," Damon looked up as Andie appeared on the balcony dripping wet and completely naked.

"Goodbye," Stefan ended the call without another word causing Damon to grin while shedding his clothes moving up the stairs.

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Bonnie giggled as his finger casually left a trail of whipped cream from her the valley between her breasts to her toned stomach. He made a circle around her belly button before casually licking around it causing her to gasp. He glanced up at her with a wicked smile, "I see that you like this better than the cheesecake," he quipped.

Bonnie nodded slowly as he placed his hands on her hips, looping his fingers on the elastic of her panties and slowly worked them down her legs. She breathed deeply as he tongue swirled around the whipped cream and then settled in between her thighs. She gasped and gripped onto one of the many pillows on the couch as he slowly separated her folds and gently flicked her center with his tongue. The truth was she had been waiting for this, since he opened the door of his condo. The way he gently licked and caressed her made her legs tremble, her moan like she had never before and she was pretty sure she was wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life.

"You like that?" he stopped momentarily.

"Just…don't stop," she placed her hands on the top of his head.

"Just tell me what kind of coffee to get," he stated.

Bonnie opened her eyes and those blue eyes were staring back at her and the accompanying mouth wore a cocky grin.

"Huh…how?" she stated.

"Bonnie…hey…Bonnie…you ok?" a voice came from the side of her and her eyes fluttered open.

She found herself in a darkened bedroom, wrapped up in sheets and she was pretty much naked. His tanned hand was on her shoulder and he gazed down at her with his brown eyes, almost black eyes, "You sounded like you were crying or something?"

She blinked a few times taking in her surroundings and her bed mate, "No…I'm fine Tyler, I was just…having a nightmare," Bonnie stumbled over her words while her heart beat rapidly in her chest.

"A nightmare about what?" Tyler moved closer, "surely nothing that we did tonight could lead to a nightmare."

Bonnie chuckled, "No, I don't think it did. Maybe it was the hot sauce that I put on my chicken or something," she shrugged.

"Hmm, well maybe I should erase all of those nightmarish thoughts from your head," he covered his body with hers and then immediately smiled, "I guess nightmares get you in a certain mood."

She smiled, "Guess they do," she whispered as his lips met hers.

Bonnie gripped onto Tyler as she closed her eyes and was assaulted with an image of that 'Non Fancy Coffee Drinker' who had invaded her thoughts. She had no idea how or why, but she didn't like it one bit. She didn't lust after any man, especially one that she didn't even know his name.

Well this is going to be something new. This will be very light on the drama, but definitely more of a fun fic for Bonnie and Bamon. This Bonnie will be juggling a couple of things and the prologue will definitely fit into this fic much later. Much, much later.

So this is something that I am trying out, please let me know how you feel about it and whether I should continue.