He dragged himself through the side door of the boarding house- exhausted, saddened, and not nearly as intoxicated as he would have liked. When did his afterlife become so grim? Wasn't the point of eternal existence to never think twice of mortality there after?

Damon found himself reminiscent of the years when nothing mattered at all. He remembered, while dragging his feet into the massive kitchen, why he had turned off his emotions. He could recall the peace of it in this moment. He missed the empty void that came with the lack of empathy for others.

Just then- a familiar scent. Pancake batter and the long missed hint of a particular sweetness assaulted his nose. It was her. He knew it, and his heart rose in his chest even before their eyes met.

"Bonnie?"

Bonnie Bennett's smile was a sight for sore eyes. It was even more for him. He suddenly cherished his ability to feel; this felt like a dream. ... He was afraid of waking up.

"You're back?" He found the words escaping of their own accord.

"In the flesh!" She rushed to respond, before running to a leap off the tile and into his arms.

Damon held her tight to himself as they spun about for a moment in sheer happiness. He couldn't believe this was real. That her first stop back in reality would be to see him. His grip tightened around her back. She was real.

Finally, they parted from one another, Damon releasing her to her feet. They continued to stare in silence for how long? Damon lost track. Eventually, Bonnie walked back to the stove, turning the heat off the burner.

"This ... just feels surreal. So surreal. Being able to talk to someone other than a camcorder, finally. I mean - I don't even remember how fake pleasantries work anymore. I guess that's a reason to be glad I am seeing you first."

He could tell that she was different. She had changed even since when they had been trapped. The bags under Bonnie's eyes told a story all on their own of her struggle to return home. Damon didn't know how to begin to ask about the hell she must have endured to finally break out.

Bonnie continued, "at least I don't have to be strong in front of you. ... I'm a little tired for a pat on the back just yet. Too tired to be 'super witch' who made it out against all odds, or whatever title I will be congratulated with"

Damon's brow furrowed in response to her confession. She was different. He knew if she ever came home that she would be. After all, he was a vampire and the experience stole a part of who he was forever as well. And Bonnie? She was just a girl...

"Well don't let me stop you from getting some much deserved shut eye Bon Bon. Everyone is going to be thrilled you're here; but they should be thrilled when you are able to enjoy the reunion as much as them."

He stepped nearer to the island that divided them.

"Some things have happened here Bonnie. A lot actually... but that recap is for tomorrow. I'm pretty sure that I'll be the only vampire sleeping here tonight. Stefan and Elena have their hands full with something else, and it's late. Pick a room, sleep. Take a day or so to feel like yourself again. I won't say a word until you're ready to be back..."

Her familiar, yet distant smile reflected to him that she was thankful and that she accepted his offer. He reached over the counter for her hand, and while he held it for a moment, his eyes assured her that the worst was over now. She was safe here, with him. Bonnie didn't have to be strong tonight. She wasn't alone.

...

Upstairs, in one of the many vacant rooms of the Salvatore Boarding house; Bonnie stepped out of a hot shower. Steam filled the air, fog blurred her reflection. Bonnie sensed that more was fogging her reflection than merely the remnants of the shower, but that was for another day as well. Tonight she planned to comb out her hair and pass out in the silk sheets of her King sized bed.

Pleased with that plan, Bonnie turned out the light switch as she neared her resting spot and collapsed into the covers. She rolled onto her side, and stared at the hallway light that shone from under the door frame. It had been a while since someone other than herself was responsible for turning out lights in the house. Bonnie sighed, attempting to forget that nightmare.

…..

Damon heard her from his chair in the parlor- walking around the room right above him and then... silence. He couldn't shake a nagging urge to check on her before he could relax into his tall glass of bourbon. She hadn't just returned from summer camp. She clawed her way back from solitary confinement.

He crept upstairs, stood directly in front of her door. He couldn't knock. He couldn't turn the knob either... Damon just wanted her to know she wasn't alone. Then,

"Damon? Is there some reason you're shifting your feet in front of the door?"

Her sleep deprived voice pondered the inquiry loud enough for Damon's fine hearing to catch clearly. He smirked to himself, shaking his head. He had missed her.

"Oh well, you know, it gets a little damp in these old Gothic looking mansions on occasion. It's an drafty place.."

Damon began to defend his stalking, as he inched closer to her bed.

"I wanted to make sure you didn't need an extra blanket, or maybe a shot. Whatever your choice for additional warmth"

Bonnie remained as she was before he entered, side laying and tucked into the sheets facing him. She felt too lethargic to care that he was watching her in an exposed state of jammies.

"I feel quite warm tucked in here Damon and I know that you are just checking up on me. If I wanted to commit suicide or something along those lines, I had plenty of opportunity before coming back. You don't have to be worried."

"Come on, I think higher than that of you Bonnie. Not why I came upstairs.."

"Then why did you?" She interjected before he could roll out another trademark Damon excuse.

He was caught off guard by her interest.

"I guess I just wanted to see you again. Talk. Make sure you weren't going to disappear into some other plane of existence again."

Damon laughed for a second, amused by himself- with his classic half smile that made him irresistibly attractive.

"I'm right here." Bonnie assured him, with a small smile of her own before continuing,

"Look, Damon... I know that we have a lot to talk about in the morning. Like how happy Elena must have been to get you back for example..."

Damon wasn't sure where she was going, but he sat on the edge of the bed in front of her tucked legs while she continued to speak. "That's quite a story all by itself actually," He began to rub the back of his neck.

Bonnie shifted her body up in the bed to look at him head on.

"Seeing your face was a big part of coming home for me Damon. I can't exactly explain why, I'm not sure I know. I just knew I'd be alright if I could find you again, because we were alright together. We survived."

She trailed off in speaking, what she wanted to say just wasn't coming out the right way. What was she trying to say anyway? God, this was insane.

"I need to know if you felt that at all. Before tomorrow when reality sets in, and we go back to being frienemies... I know that it will always be her. She's my best friend, she deserves you. But I have to know. Did you miss me at all in the way that I missed you? Am I crazy for wanting to kiss you right now? Tell me if I am..."

Damon's blue eyes were burning into her hazel ones in that moment. His lips were parted but silent. He stared into her with such emotion, she felt her breath catch. He felt it.

Bonnie leaned forward and he met her with his lips. They kissed fiercely, yet he felt every curve of her soft lips as his own crashed down on them in a rush of passion and need. His tongue grazed her bottom lip and she widened her kiss to allow him entrance into her mouth. His kiss was ice and fire at the same time.

Her lower body followed suit to their heated make out, and as her cotton shorts began to moisten Bonnie could swear she felt Damon's hold on her tighten.

Not before long, Bonnie had Damon's shirt on the floor. She unbuckled his black pants while staring into his eyes. They needed each-other in this moment, not just for pleasure but for closure to everything that no one else would understand.

He knelt into the bed next to her, naked, aroused- and he kissed her neck down to her collar bone. With one hand he slid the straps of her tank top low enough to expose her bare breasts, and his lips trailed down to one nipple. As he nipped and suckled at Bonnie's chest, he noticed her hips gyrating beyond her control underneath him. Using his free hand, Damon slid it down her flat lower stomach and into the waist of her cotton shorts.

She hadn't bothered to wear panties, which he assumed was because she didn't want to borrow a pair from her friend, and that made it all the easier for him to reach his goal. Bonnie moaned while he used his index finger to rub her wet bundle of nerves just inside of her dripping lips. The faster his pace got, the hotter Bonnie became, until she ached for him to be inside.

"Ugh... oh Damon... please. Please."

Damon used a second finger now to trace the line of her slit while he continued assaulting her breast with his tongue. He was going to enjoy every second of touching her.

"Tell me Bonnie. I want to hear you tell me what you want me to do."

Her face flushed, as Bonnie had only experienced Jeremy in a sexual way, and it wasn't the most vocal in dirty talk. She wanted him badly though. And that's what took over.

"Ugh, ughhhhh! Damon ...I want you inside of me. I want to feel your cock slam until you burst-"

Before she was half done with his request, Damon had positioned himself between her thighs, his head at her core. The heat from her pussy was taunting, begging for his intrusion. He rubbed his hard shaft up and down her a few more times to increase her desire if that were possible; then once he was soaked with her need, he thrust into her.

"UGHH!" She squealed, feeling her walls stretch beyond anything she had ever felt as he pressed into her heat.

Damon thrust hard and deep each time, he pulled her hips off of the mattress and into his grasp to get a better hold of her. He watched as Bonnie's breasts bounced with every hump, she wrapped her mocha toned legs around his pale body in an attempt for more depth.

"Don't close your eyes...don't" he commanded. THRUST "you" THRUST "dare"

Bonnie focused on Damon alone, on his abs, on his happy trail down to where their hips met in a rhythm of fucking that she couldn't take much more of.

"I want you to remember this. Me and you like this. I've, ug! Wanted you for a long time Bonnie. ugg!"

Bonnie moaned his name repeatedly as he fucked her at vampire speed; but just as he began to feel her walls clench around him in orgasm- Damon flipped her onto her knees parting her ass cheeks for his dark eyes to feast upon. Bonnie turned her head to look him in the face, and with one swift slap Damon had spanked her right cheek as to teach her who was in control.

Enjoying his playful side, Bonnie wriggled her ass from side to side before him, and that further encouraged his spanking. One slap, then two, three, faster and harder until instead of his hand coming down on her blushed bottom, Damon plunged his throbbing prick deep inside of her core.

"You like that Bon? ...ugh, do you?" He screwed her from behind relentlessly, holding her hips in the position he wanted, with random smacks as he saw fit. He fucked Bonnie like a rag doll, and he could tell she was loving it. Her pussy dripped down his balls, and her moans no longer sounded human. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust!

"I asked you a question..." he paused his thrusting, and she let out a whimper as he stopped.

"Yes Damon. I like the way you screw me", she answered in a sharp tongue...

He smirked; kissing down her spine- knowing that it would make her quiver, before placing his index finger into her mouth. "Suck this, like you mean it Bonnie." He prompted her. Bonnie eagerly licked, lapped, and sucked Damon's finger to the back of her throat; pleased with herself because she could feel his dick throb inside her with impatience.

Just when he began moving his hips forward again into Bonnie's cunt at a steady rate, he suddenly pulled his hand from her warm mouth, and rammed the slick digit into her virgin hole. Bonnie Bennett saw stars. It burned, stretched, and felt so good...

"FUCK! Damon, that's my-" she screamed in both pain, embarrassment, and pleasure.

"Oh you love my finger here... admit it. No one's ever had the balls before me!" he spat back at her, shoving his finger in and out and making circular motions all while fucking her pussy raw.

"UGH UGH UGH" Her moans grew so loud, Damon prayed that no one else came near the boarding house for fear they'd think she was being murdered.

"Come with me Bonnie. I want us to come together" He breathed out in a raspy voice while keeping a fast thrust going.

She extended her neck up to kiss him deeply, and as he bent forward, his cock rubbed her as deep as it could inside of her, his index finger lost inside of her asshole. The two of them both opened their eyes, and with one final thrust Damon felt her walls spasm all around him. She was milking his dick and he couldn't hold out for another second. He pulled out of Bonnie, pushed her back flat on the mattress so she was staring up at him, exhausted- and his prick ached above her.

Without hesitation, she understood what he wanted. He partially came inside of her, but he wanted to finish on her. "Come on me. All over..." Bonnie laid back, spread her legs- mouth opened as well. That was it for him.. Damon sprayed white cum on her shaved pussy, in a line up between her perfectly aroused breasts. He rubbed the head of his cock against her peaked nipples, leaving them cold with wetness left over, and finally he finished splurging all over her eager mouth. She was eager too.

She lapped at his cum like it was water, and sucked his length for moments after, just to ensure she got every drop.

Both of them exhausted, they crashed down on the bed beside one another, silent, but happy. Damon closed his eyes in pure relaxation, he had never had that kind of passion before with anyone- not even Elena. He knew this wouldn't be allowed to happen though- even if Bonnie cared for him in the same way. No one would understand it. Damon decided to keep the feelings he was having to himself- just allow her to think he drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow they would follow the plan and both forget about tonight. He had to turn it off.

Bonnie opened her eyes, and looked in his direction. He was asleep, and he looked truly at rest. She smiled at him, rubbed her thigh gently against his, and whispered a secret that she could never tell him in a wakeful state of mind.

"I love you. ...I've loved you for some time Damon." With that, Bonnie drifted into a wonderful sleep, while a tear streamed down Damon's cheek. He loved her too; but it had become morning somehow, and that meant it was time to return to reality.