Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries nor am I making any profit from this whatsoever. Characters, etc. all belong to their respective owners.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who's been reading, reviewing, favoriting, etc. I really appreciate it! Sorry it took me so long to update again…I really didn't mean to because I started writing this chapter back in July, but then, before I knew it, school came and it's been kicking my butt (and I'll be starting student teaching in a couple of months, so it's not going to slow down anytime soon).
Anywho, who's been loving the Bamon so far this season? I have! I don't think I've been this excited for TVD since season 2/early season 3.
Oh, and shoutout to the amazing Nisha who made a beautiful fan edit for this fic! If you haven't seen it on Tumblr yet, there's a link in my profile to go check it out.
Enjoy!
She doesn't expect Damon to still be there when he wakes up in the morning, but he is.
It's stupid and cliché, but he looks so different in his sleep. He looks relaxed with his mouth curved upwards slightly with no sign of his usual half-smirk.
"You know, staring is pretty damn creepy," he says.
"I'm not staring," Bonnie replies with a snort.
"Sure, you're not," he says with a wry grin, cracking his eyes open. "Not that I'd blame you if you were. I mean, I am gorgeous."
"Yeah, I'm just gonna get up and go take a shower because this bed is not big enough for me, you, and your ginormous ego." She slides out of the bed, taking the sheet with her.
"A shower sounds good," Damon says, getting up. He doesn't even try to cover up his nakedness and Bonnie tries to keep herself from staring.
"Yeah, when I said that I meant alone," she says, purposefully keeping her eyes trained on a spot just next to his head.
"Now that's no fun," he replies, pouting.
"The point of a shower is to get clean," Bonnie tells him. "And I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen if you're in there with me."
"That's the fun of it," he says, standing up and approaching. She makes a point to keep her eyes trained on his face, willing the heat rising in her face to die away.
He easily pulls the sheet out of her hands and before she can even yell at him or feel embarrassed, he's hauling her over his shoulder and heading towards the bathroom.
"Seriously?!" She laughs a little bit despite herself.
It takes her twice as long to shower since he…disctracts her. He was right, though. It's fun.
"You never did tell me what those new rules of yours were," Damon says when they're finally out of the shower and in the kitchen.
He places a plate of pancakes and eggs down in front of her. He had made a little vampire face on the top pancake with blueberries and whipped cream, which was so…Damon of him.
She'd only expected him to take off after their shower, but instead he had gone right downstairs with her, began rifling through her kitchen, and asked her how she liked her eggs.
"Yeah, well it was kind of hard to form any coherent thoughts last night when you were…uh…y'know…" She could feel her face heating up just thinking about it.
"You mean when I spent the rest of the night eating you out and making you feel better than you have in your entire life?" He makes a show of licking his lips.
She squirms in her seat, feeling her skin get even hotter.
"Uh, yeah," Bonnie replies, she quickly shoves some eggs in her mouth. It's not that she's embarrassed about what they did…it's just that it's all so new for her.
"Uhm, anyway," she continues, stopping to clear her throat. "I don't think the rules need to be all that different from last time. I mean, obviously this is more than a one-time thing, but…"
She stops herself. God, why does she sound so much like a bumbling idiot right now. She shakes her head and squares her shoulders.
"Okay, rule one: This doesn't get out to anyone. Ever."
"Yeah, there's a little snag with that," Damon replies. "Stefan knows."
"What?! You told Stefan?!"
"No, I didn't tell him. He just always seems to know everything that everyone does all the time. It's kind of creepy, actually."
Bonnie groans and pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"He's not going to tell anyone," Damon assures her.
"Nope, but I'll never be able to face him ever again."
"Eh, who needs to see that big forehead brooding at you all the time, anyway?"
Bonnie just gives him a look.
"Okay, well I guess rule number one is that this doesn't get out to anybody else, ever."
Damon hums noncommittally as he turns to flip a pancake.
"Rule two: As longs as we're doing this, we don't sleep with other people. If either of us wants to sleep with someone else or whatever, then we just tell each other and this ends."
"You do realize that I don't carry STDs, right?"
"Yeah, but the idea of you having sex with me repeatedly when you've just had sex with another woman is kind of gross…plus, some of the women you have a tendency to go for can be frightening, and I don't need someone knocking on my door, ready to scratch my eyes out."
He actually laughs at that.
"Then, of course, there's the old rules: No biting or leaving marks, etcetera, etcetera."
"You're so demanding," he says. He scoops a pancake on to his plate, makes another vampire face on it, and sits down across from her.
"I also think we should have an escape clause," she tells him, ignoring his comment.
"An escape clause?"
"Mmhmm. If for any reason one of us wants to put this to stop, we do; no questions asked."
"A get out of jail card; nice."
"So we have a deal?"
"Mmhmm. And I know just how to seal it."
Bonnie snorts. "Yeah, no. This morning in the shower was more than enough. Besides, I'd like to actually eat breakfast. Speaking of," she picks up the plate and tilts it slightly in his direction so the vampire face is looking back at him, "Really?"
He shoves some eggs in his mouth and smirks while chewing. Bonnie smiles back at him despite herself.
Their relationship doesn't change as much as she thought it would. They drink, they argue over various things. The only difference is now they have sex.
Okay, so maybe that was a big difference. But, still, she's glad that it hasn't ruined their tentative friendship. Even if she'd never admit it aloud, there's just certain things that Damon understood, which no one else did and she'd actually miss him, despite herself.
And even though it took her weeks of awkwardness to get over Stefan knowing, she does. As long as no one else found out, she'd be good.
Really, though, life actually seems pretty decent for once. There was no big looming threat, she didn't wake up every morning wondering if today would be the day she or someone she loved would die. Her biggest concerns at the moment was making sure that she got into a decent college (which, was slightly easier said than done since her grades had slipped in the past year and a half, but she's fully confident she could find a way to bring them back up).
Despite it being Friday night, she's currently in her room studying for a pre-calculus exam she had on Monday. While she's always done decently enough in math, she's never been exactly a whiz at it and this test was definitely going to be a doozy.
"This is what you're doing with your Friday night?" Damon asks from the window.
She shrieks and inadvertently sends him flying down to the ground outside with her magic.
"Really?" Damon asks, coming back up through the window.
"Well, what'd you expect, coming through my window like a creep? Next time, ring the damn doorbell or something! It's not like my dad is ever home," Bonnie snaps, holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart.
Damon rolls his eyes before hauling himself into her bedroom.
"Seriously, though, it's Friday night and you're spending it studying…" He peers over her textbook and notes, "Math?"
"I have a test Monday and I'm trying to give my grades a bit of an overhaul so I can get into a decent college."
"I could just compel them to let you in," he says, sitting down on her bed across from her.
She gives him a look.
"Fine, your loss," he replies with a shrug. "Although, I definitely think there're more entertaining things we could be doing right now," he says, swiping her study materials off the bed and onto the floor before pulling her closer to him. She laughs as he presses his lips to hers.
She's not always such a pushover when Damon is around, but, really, who would want to study for pre-calculus exam when given her alternative?
"I'm so going to regret this when I take my exam on Monday," Bonnie mutters in between kisses as she works on undoing the buttons on Damon's shirt.
He just smirks against her lips and snakes his hands up her shirt, his cool skin brushing the warmer skin of her back.
They separate so he can shrug his shirt off and he she pulls her own top over her head. The rest of the clothes come off in a quick blur between gasps and kisses.
She lies back on her bed, pulling him down with her. Damon's lips move from hers, down her neck and then to her breast. She gasps and tangles her fingers in his hair as he pays homage to the fleshy globes.
His lips trail down the smooth skin of her flat tummy and just as he settles between her legs, they're interrupted.
"Oh. My. God," Caroline screeches.
A/N: So, fun fact: I started writing this chapter back in July and had already written the Bamon breakfast scene before the season aired (and, yes, there were pancakes, but they weren't vampcakes...I went back and added that in honor of season 6), and I nearly fell out of my chair when I saw them sharing breakfast in the season premiere.
So, I wasn't going to have Caroline find out until the end of next chapter, but this is how it worked out (writing can be so finicky sometimes). Plenty of hilarity will be ensuing next chapter.
Anyway, thanks for reading and, as always, reviews are very much appreciated!
