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Damon strides in her room casually one late Friday night, compelling her father to let him in without sweat. She barely regards his glorious presence in the room; she was more entranced with her grimoire. He just knew he was the jealous type, so he cleared his throat before he spoke. "Gave it some thought," he said, trying to assert control of the whole agreement she brought down on him yesterday like kingdom come. "And I wonder, what am I going to get out of this whole ordeal?"

He feels something stir in his gut when she stood up from the thick bedcovers, revealing her familiar bare legs, a baby pink, silk camisole with matching panties. He's speechless when she walks to him, and he feels hotter by the second, wondering if maybe she'd suddenly jump on him and demand that hot vampire sex or maybe just kiss him hard and full on the lips. He know he won't complain. Ever.

However, she brushes past him, and walks to the door to close it. She struts back to the bed and plops down lazily with a loud exhale. "Ok. What do you want?"

Damon hoped he could tell her at once, but he couldn't. He didn't really know what he wanted. Well, actually, he did. He was actually pretty nervous/excited about having the baby. But somehow, if he didn't actually demand something else from her, she would think that she was the only one in power, that she was using him for her own purposes. Besides, what did she expect? For him to just show up whenever she felt the urge to make like bunnies? That was just plain rude… and hot. "For starters, you could tell me my options." Geez, he said with a mental head-slap, where's the friggin' control, Salvatore!

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "I don't want to waste my time thinking about your needs. I've got enough to deal with on my own."

"Temper temper," Damon teased, and sat down on the edge of her bed. The outline of her breasts were not helping his 'intimidating demeanor'. Instead of scaring her, he wanted to make love to her. When he just kept staring at her, she raised a brow. "Well, there is one thing."

"Yes?"

"Your blood," he said, testing the waters. It was the next best thing to unlimited sex with Bonnie and the baby. But he glanced at the window, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief when he found it was open. He can fly out when she went full-on raging goddess mode, whew.

"Predictable," she hissed. "OK."

"What?"

"OK!" Bonnie screeched. "God, are you deaf?"

"Wait, isn't that bad for the baby?" Damon suddenly asked thoughtlessly. Damn, he thought, now she's going to think that he's concerned.

"You can't drain me, though," Bonnie warned. "But taking a little is good. But it has another condition. I read about it."

"What?"

"You have to give me your blood, too–"

Before the witch could even finish her sentence, he had pounced on her. He started nuzzling her neck, licking and groaning in pleasure. She was about to yelp, but he shushed her, and started caressing her waist, his hands slowly massaging her breasts. She instantly sighed in contentment and rested against him, and rearranged her hair to give him more access to her neck. "You know that this would bind us, right?" Damon asked, his fingers rubbing softly on the edge of her silk lingerie, closer and closer to her mound.

"Yes," she breathed.

Things are going according to plan, they both thought, as he sank his fangs in her neck.

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