I own nothing all Characters belong to the CW and L.J. Smith
AN- I don't how to feel about this one but its something that came to me…so I hope this is liked...
Damon saw the little witch enter the Mystic grill obviously upset about something, he watched her slump down into a booth removing the black pea coat that was hiding her enchanting body. Damon was attracted to beautiful things and danger and Bonnie was beautiful and often times dangerous and he absolutely loved that about her, only he didn't even realize or understand it himself.
Grabbing the tequila bottle with one hand and making what bitterness that remains in his double-shot glass disappear. he decides the little witch could use some company, and he became tired of drinking alone the first five shoots in. he thanks whoever he still believed in for her arrival.
Approaching the table he took a moment to adjust his view of her, the black thigh-high dress she wore made him shallowly notice every curvaceous attribute of her body, lovely round breast and sharply hips, that made his hands anxious to explore. Exhaling Damon took a seat smirking at the green-eyed girl who made no effort to shoo him away like normal even with there mutual understating they had for each other now.
"What's got you down, witchy"
"What do you care?"
"I don't really, but maybe I can help"
"How so?"
"I don't know yet, tell Doctor Salvatore what's wrong. And we'll go from there"
Damon sled the tequila bottle in front of Bonnie, who took it slowly sliding her slender fingers down the side of the smooth glass bottle, before drinking it like a pro.
Two hours pass and Bonnie and Damon continue to drink themselves under the table, although it was a lot harder for the vampire to get drunk but that clearly didn't stop him from trying. The vampire and witch were now comfortably shoulder to shoulder laughing and flirting. Taking a moment to just make eye-contact, Damon stared those strikingly blue eyes into her Greens that had a tent that mirrors gold.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"I'd like that" Bonnie smiled as she took Damon's hand leaving the mystic grill happily drunk off her ass.
Damon and Bonnie tripped through the door of his bed room roaming hands and darkness surrounded them as they continued to kiss feverishly knocking over the lap as Damon reached to turn on the wall light, while never removing his lips from hers, he run the tips of his finger-nails underneath her dress and down cinnamon thighs pressing his pale marble fingers into her skin roughly he ripped at her panties his two fingers nipping at her clitoris, making the sweetest moans he's ever heard escape her lips.
Damon tossed Bonnie up on the dresser by her ass assaulting her with his mouth and tongue, entangling his fingers through her hair moving from her lips to her neck, Bonnie gripped the dresser her hand gliding across the waxy surface finally landing at his shirt ripping it open, a gorgeous perfect design of a man stood before her, broad shoulders, six pack abs that had a faint trail of hair she tickled with her fingers, while placing hard and unforgiving kisses down his chest and across his nipples she bit him and he loved it, her teeth in his flesh. Damon grabbed each wrist turning the tables on her.
Her skin was hot and that burned him up inside, the heat that pumped from her body has his hands removed items of clothing from her exposing just how beautiful every inch of her was. Damon happily focused his attention on her supple breast, harden nipples that he enjoyed with his tongue feasting, while he pressed his still covered erection in-between her thighs… she thought that was a little unfair. He was teasing her really.
Bonnie hooked her leg around his stiff leg, as he slowly slid two of his fingers inside her. She was tight. Wet. And warm. She blushed slightly at how wet she was, he was wowed at how much her body responded to his body, his touch. Bonnie and Damon smiled at each other as she stroked him back moving the tips of her fingers across the head of his cock and down the shaft he was hard in her hands so full and willing and ready to go.
Bonnie saw the camera already aimed at his bed. "Lets make a movie"she nibbled in his ear.
"Are you sure, about that?" Damon asked placing kisses down her neck, kisses that bruised the skin with how hard he sucked he was marking her possessively.
"Yes" She smiled elated, her eyes trained on his.
Bonnie turned the camera on, pushing Damon down on the bed straddling him quickly in the sitting position, Damon held her close as she further arched her back for him to fit every inch of his generously endowed dick into her wet walls, Damon quickly switched there bodies, with a swift thrust of his hips he glided his throbbing dick into her rhythmically, Damon fucked into her warm and sticky center, she arched her back to allow him deeper and deeper. she was pulling him closer with every thrust that bucked her inside and out.
The heat bursting from them could set the whole Salvatore manor ablaze. Damon was fucking her like he had something to prove and she was moaning and gasping pulling at his hair and scratching his spine, catching his hissing kisses that felt of fang and tongue.
Damon can feel that Bonnie is close to Cuming, because he feels her bite down into his shoulder blade along with the tighten muscles that surround his cock, which brings Damon to his peek. Bonnie Cums. And its like tingles that curls her toes releasing the greatest orgasm she's ever had.
Followed by Damon who shoots his load dangerously biting her. The sensation to bite her. The sweetest taste of blood and the thundering release of his semen push Damon to the brick.
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be, I rather liked it" Damon smirks at the kinkiness that the little witch has.
Bonnie gasps to catch her breath. "I can't believe, we just did that"
Damon rolls off of her, rubbing his hand up and down his chest smirking. "well, we did and we got it all on camera too"
Bonnie crawls up the bed smiling she shuts-off the camera. Falling back on the bed laying her head on Damon's chest. "Are you thirsty?" He caresses her shoulder blade, dancing his fingertips across her skin. "No, but I could eat"
"I could make you something, if you want?" Damon asked nonchalant.
"Uhh, actually I think I should get going" they were feeling a little to couplely and she didn't like that, very much. The complexity of there relationship was to much, to sort out in this one night.
Bonnie dresses quickly heading for the door. "Hey, can I trust you too get rid of that"
"Yep, of course you can…judgy"
Bonnie leaves, and Damon downloads the footage onto his computer he doesn't know why he just didn't erase it but he puts the DVD, into a pile of other DVD's…forgetting all about it.
3 months, two weeks and five days since Bonnie and Damon made a movie.
Bonnie hears this obnoxious banging at her front door, which had no intention of stopping. Bonnie swung the door open irritated.
"what! what do you want?"
"We have a problem"
"Of what kind?"
Damon clears the larch in his throat. "Remember that little movie we-" Bonnie slams her hand over his lips pushing him further onto the porch. "Yeah, what about it?"
"Its missing"
"Missing as in gone"
"Is there any other way to be missing, that I don't know about" He asks sarcastically.
"How can the movie be missing if you-" Bonnie the wrinkle folds on her brow. "You told me, you got rid of it" Damon smirks slyly exhaling.
"I lied, I'm a liar" Bonnie wants to throttle him right now throwing her hands over her face. "I thought you might get nostalgic and wanna see again"
"Well, you were wrong" Bonnie says through clenched teeth. "Okay, we have to find that video, before anybody sees it"
"Of course we do" Damon says coyly he wasn't all that concerned about people seeing the DVD, he was rather proud of what they did.
"Where is the last place you remember seeing it?"
"I sort of throw it with our collection of DVD's"
"What kind of idiot! puts that kind of movie, in with other movie's"
"What kind of idiot! trust me to get rid of it" Damon bit back.
"Right, so its my fault that you just couldn't get rid of it" Bonnie takes a seat on the bench in front of her picture window exasperated. "How did I let you get me into this?" Damon frowns. "Hey!" Damon takes the spot next to her setting very closely.
"It was all your idea, I remember clearly you asking, I mean begging for us to make a movie"
"There was no begging"
"There was a little begging, at the grill" Damon nods tauntingly.
"Hold on, lets take a trip back to reality, I was upset and you took advantage of me"
"You didn't seem to mind" Damon says brushing his lips against her ear.
Bonnie shrugs as this chill runs down her back because it was true she truly enjoyed their sexscapades. Bonnie moves across the porch putting distance between them.
"Okay, enough with the foreplay. We have to find that movie"
"I'm right behind you"
Bonnie smirks turning on her hills leaving the porch before Damon who exhales smirking happily at watching her…finding this movie was going to be fun…