Author Note: So sad that fashion week is coming to a close . . . the collections were beautiful! Anyway, this is going to be a short fic on Bonnie and Damon. I'm trying to catch up on VD but I've been so freaking busy. Love it? Hate it? Let me know . . . it gets very witchy . . . if I continue it. I'm a huge fan of Cork, been there a few times to visit friends. If you ever get a chance to go I recommend it. My husband urged me to write something since I was going through fanfic withdrawals . . . before calling me a nerd!

Enjoy, my loves ;-)

~Elle

Lost Your Fucking Mind

Cork, Ireland

Their Georgian style home was situated two blocks away from all the commotion of St. Patrick's Street, and the tourist traffic that came with it. They lived in Ireland during the fall. It was after all, Damon's favorite season, not to mention that Cork was one of Damon's favorite cities.

Bonnie frowned closing the book she had been reading. Something was wrong, she could feel it. Bonnie hurried down the hall, her bare feet barely making a sound on the marble floor. The air was thick with something she couldn't understand. It was complex and giving her a damn migraine.

She opened the double doors of the master bedroom. Her chipper mood had dwindled as she looked at the bedroom in disarray. "What are you doing?" she asked watching him go from draw to draw with handfuls of clothing.

Damon was fully clothed in a three piece suit; tossing clothing in a suitcase. He didn't look at her as he finished packing. "I'm leaving." He said as simply.

Bonnie closed the door behind her, walking up to him. "Really? And where are you going without me?" she asked raising a curious eyebrow.

"I'm leaving for good, Bonnie." He said not looking at her still. His voice was firm. He was serious.

Bonnie felt a lump in her throat. "You're leaving me? What prompted this?" She didn't hide her confusion, and they had been fine last night.

"We've been living in a dream world, Bonnie. I've just woken to reality." He said placing the suitcase on the floor.

Bonnie pulled his hands towards her "Don't be a coward. Tell me why after all these years." She said her voice was strong, refusing to break down. Not yet…

His piercing eyes gazed over to hers with a certain agony. He pulled her into his embrace; his tone sorrowful. "Last night with the birth of Aspen's child."

Bonnie nibbled the inside of her lip. Aspen was a good friend of hers. Part of the Council in the Wiccan community. Aspen had made the Salvatore's' the god parents to her new born baby girl. Bonnie kissed his chin absently "What does that have to do with this?" This was confusing her to no end.

"I could never give you that." He said with clenched jaw. His anger was overwhelming.

"Give me what? I haven't asked for anything." Bonnie reasoned, as she shook her head in disbelief.

He tried to pull away but she kept steady. "I can never give you a child." He practically yelled.

Bonnie shrugged "Not your fault. I never asked for a child." She said with raised eyebrow.

He smirked with a bittersweet intent behind it. "I saw you face. I felt the longing. You would make an excellent mother. I know you would." He paused for a moment before continuing. "I want you to have everything imaginable. You're my Queen and I would lay the world at your feet if you wished it. Maybe there's some young robust Wiccan guy who could give you what you deserve."

Bonnie wanted to hit him. Seriously she wanted to slap him into sanity. "Have you lost your fucking mind? You want to sacrifice our marriage for children? For me to be the mother of someone else's children in fact? I feel like you just spit in my face." She gave the suitcase a swift kick sending it flying across the room. Rather than taking out her anger on her misguided husband.

Damon shook his head "It sickens me to say but I think this-" He didn't get to continue his sentence as Bonnie shoved him flat on his back on the bed. Damon tried to get up, tired to keep his mindset Stoic but he could see Bonnie mentally chipping away at his wall.

She got on top of his, standing over him and looking down at him. Her chestnut brown hair shields his view of her face before she tucked the locks of hair back. Damon saw that her face had changed; her eyes looked like black pearls. Bonnie pulled the string on her powder blue wrap dress. The dress was tossed off the bed; revealing Bonnie wearing nothing under it. Damon's shoes slipped off his feet on their own accord as his buttons undid themselves. Bonnie said nothing, only stared at him. Damon wished he knew what she was thinking. At least once. It wasn't until he was naked from waist down, that she sat her bare ass sat on his lower torso. She gripped his hair pulling his face towards hers; the quick gesture made his moan from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Bonnie leaned forward "Now you listen to me. I've loved you since I was 17. If I were to ever have children, they would have to be yours. If I found a way, would you do what was necessary; no matter how dangerous?" She stressed the last part of her sentence.

Damon could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins . . . he wanted to taste her. "Yes" he tried to kiss her.

Bonnie tighten her grip; making his head jerk back. She made a tsk, tsk sound with her mouth as she adjusted herself to fit his manhood inside of her.

Damon laughed out loud as she lowered herself quick, working her kegel muscles just right. He locked eyes with her as she smiled at him devilishly.

She pulled him close to her "If you ever speak about leaving me again, I'll take the biggest stake I can find and run you the fuck through with it!" she growled. Her teeth grazed his jaw line, drawing a thin line of blood.

"You promise?" he asked with a smug smile. Bonnie nicked her tongue with teeth "Of baby, you have no idea."

Damon couldn't take the anticipation anymore. He was much stronger and older than Bonnie. Her lips were like morphine. Bonnie quickened her speed as she rode him. Damon lips held hers tight as he sucked on her tongue getting a few droplet of blood. She rotated her hips just the way he liked her to. Pulling the breast jacket and shirt to shreds off his body.

Damon fell back as he looked as he watched her. Bonnie face hadn't changed back as she stroked his face. Damon would have gasped if he was human when Bonnie's teeth bit into the flesh of his neck.

He was taken away from reality by the visions of Bonnie. To be without her was to not exist in his mind. He still thought that she deserved much better than what he could ever provide . . . but she had once again proven that she couldn't, and more importantly be without him. It was nice to love and be loved in return. If he had a heartbeat . . . it would skip a beat.