A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate the love, and even those that don't review, I like to see that people are even stumbling upon my little story.

This is a short little update. But I hope that it helps satisfy all the Bamon shippers' frustration out there. I mean, why aren't they together on the show?

Enough rant! Here is chapter 2!

Damon and Bonnie sat there for a few minutes in silence, just passing what little pot was left between them. Bonnie was content, it was as if all of her usual repulsion of Damon was gone, they had formed a bond. Damon was relishing in their light touches of their fingers, wishing they could stay like that forever. He finished off the joint and threw the roach into the nearby flower garden.

Damon was the first to break the silence, he hated silences. He let out a small cough. "You know, Bonnie, you aren't completely intolerable."

Bonnie smiled at him, "Neither are you, fang boy."

Damon ignored the god-awful nickname and continued, "I mean, for real, why am I just meeting this chill, non-uptight, non-judgy, pot-smoking girl? Where have you been hiding her?"

Bonnie narrowed his eyes at him and she inhaled deeply. "Did you ever consider that maybe this is who I've always been, and the stress of this past year has just... turned me into a bitch?" She smirked slightly, "I used to be a lot more fun, Caroline and I used to smoke up all the time." Damon smiled, he would have to confront Blondie about this too. "Elena never did it, she was always too afraid of getting in trouble."

"Figures," he retorted. Bonnie smiled.

"It's been a while since I last got high. It's just tonight, right now, I just–" Bonnie stuttered, trying to find the words. She looked over at his face, and he looked sincere for the first time. Damon was hanging on to her every word; the vampire nearly looked human at that moment. "I just needed an escape."

Damon nodded in understanding. Bonnie had been through a lot, some of which was directly caused by his actions. He figured it was just their 'bud-bond' fueling this but he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

"What?"

"For my part in all of the shit you've been through." He was being genuine, she could tell. Bonnie didn't even know how to respond to this confession, she gave him a small nod. She shivered a little, the night was getting colder. Damon noticed and slipped off his leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She snorted out a laugh, "Could you be anymore cliché?"

"You like it, witch." Bonnie shook her head at that, she loved to piss him off. But, she really did like it, his jacket smelled like smoke and cologne, and Damon, it was heaven. "Would you rather me go back to mean, throat-ripping out, asshole Damon?"

"No, I'm just amused at how soft you really are." She had a devious grin on her face; she was really pushing his buttons. Damon let out a low growl and shifted his body so he was facing her and he grabbed the collar of his jacket to pull Bonnie closer. They were now only inches apart, and Bonnie's breath caught in her throat.

Damon leaned in farther, letting their cheeks graze and he whispered in her ear, "Wait until you see how hard I can get." He pulled away to view her reaction, hoping to make her squirm, and make her hot and bothered by the closeness. Or maybe she would slap him and call him a pig, either way he would be thrilled.

Bonnie was indeed hot and bothered. She thought briefly about pushing him off and denying her aching hormones, but she knew she was transparent to him. And, tonight was all about escape... right?

He leaned in again to kiss her when she put a finger to his lips to stop him.

"I have a question."

"Shoot," he said against her finger. He wanted to bite it right off.

"Why have you been following me and lurking around? And, don't try to lie to me, I know."

"Is it so wrong for me to want to keep tabs on you? Especially now that I know you have a little secret," Bonnie frowned as he said it. Suddenly Damon felt transparent to her, he couldn't lie to her, nor did he want to. "The truth is I can't stop thinking about you... But if you call me soft one more time I will kill you." He smiled another un-Damon-like smile.

"Doubt it," she responded. And, before she even knew it their lips were colliding. There was a passion in the kiss that she had never felt before, and she eagerly parted her lips to let Damon in. She wanted more of him, all of him. Damon couldn't get enough of her taste, his hands were in her dark locks, and on her face, neck, anywhere to feel the heat radiate from her skin.

Eventually Bonnie had to break the kiss to gather air. Damon took the opportunity to pull her over onto his lap, letting her straddle him. She placed her arms around his neck as they kissed again, tongues fighting for dominance. His hands traveled down to her hips. Bonnie rocked her hips in the slightest of motions grinding against the growing bulge in his pants, Damon let out a small groan, and she smiled against his lips.

Bonnie abruptly stood up and walked towards the door, swaying her hips in a way she knew would drive him wild. She went inside without looking back, leaving the door wide open. Damon tried to follow her in, eyes cloudy with lust. He jerked back at the threshold, remembering his vampire limitations.

"Bonnie," he said in a warning tone, "You have to invite me in."

"How badly do you want to come inside?" She replied in a sultry voice. He sighed, she was teasing him, trying to get him to beg, and he would, for Bonnie.

"Badly. Please let me in."

Bonnie pretended to be deep in thought, she licked her lips, her green eyes met Damon's blue eyes, and both were glistening with anticipation. "Okay, Damon, come in."

A/N: I realize I am mean for ending this chapter here, but I wanted to get this out of the way so that my next update will be all lemony and lovely.