I'm back! Thanks for all the reviews guys, I really appreciate it! So in this chapter things will go a bit slower than usual Bamon wise. I'll be exploring the other relationships and how Bamon's first meeting will influence their behavior around their so called 'loved ones'. In this chapter we'll meet Lucas andddddd... Stefan! So of course I had to put him in here, I've always been a fan of bromances. I haven't figured out which direction I wanna go specifically story wise, I've been rewriting this chapter about three times trying not to rush Bamon, but it's sooooo difficult! Fuck! Their scenes are the most fun to write. So yeah... I need to stay focused on the story and character development, but after that I'm back at it again with the hot stuff.
So once again, every review is highly appreciated. Please do review of you have any critique, requests or questions. Also to the people who said I reposted the first chapter twice, I did it because I needed to correct some grammatical mistakes, so if I update a chapter again it is for that reason only.
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CHAPTER 3
After they had lunch together, they went grocery shopping the afternoon. When they came home, unpacked everything and filled the kitchen drawers, Elena started making dinner. Damon went back to his office, not for work particularly, he just needed to be alone for a few seconds. He stared out his window running his hand through his hair frustrated by the situation he was in.
FLASHBACK
After they left Bonnie's studio, Elena eyed him suspiciously as they walked down the street. When she went to hold his hand he only reacted when she stopped him from walking. She turned him around to look her in the eyes. He was confused by her action, he was lost in his thoughts when she grabbed his hand.
"What was that Damon?", Elena said eyes glaring at him. She really didn't want to cause a scene in public but his distracted behavior was starting to irritate her more by the second. She couldn't hold in any longer.
"Where do you know her from, Damon? Did you fuck her?"
"What the fuck are you talking about Elena?", he said his eyes piercing hers, her inclining he was 'fucking' Bonnie made him angry in the blink of an eye.
Bonnie and 'fucking' don't go in the same sentence. She wasn't the girl you fucked like all the others, she was the kind of girl that would ruin you for all the other women that'd come after her. Like a drug you couldn't get enough off. Suggesting that she was the same as all the other girls he had bedded in his life strung a nerve.
Trying to play it cool, he kept his facial expression as neutral as possible.
"I , Damon , am talking about the way you acted back in there. I have never seen you so possessive. What? Was she that good riding your dick you couldn't contain yourself around me?", He clenched his jaw at that, his expression getting colder," So tell me did you fuck her before we were together or after?", She said getting louder by the second.
Damon was now officially fuming at Elena.
"Well "babe", let's get this clear once and for all, if you talk like that about her again you won't like how I'll react", he said through clenched teeth,"And no, Elena I did not 'fuck' her as you so elegantly put it, okay?", he said trying to end the unnecessary conversation."And if I had, I think you would've noticed by now, you being my fiancee and knowing me 'completely' and 'truly''", he finished.
"Well that stunt you pulled that last minute with those pictures tell me otherwise!"
"STOP!", he interrupted her loudly,"We will talk about this when we get home I won't do this here with you", he ended the conversation turning around walking further down the street.
Elena glared at his backside, biting the insides of her cheeks. After a couple of seconds she followed him.
This was not over.
PRESENT
So to say their day had been filled with tension and awkwardness was an understatement. They didn't speak much the rest of the day. They only said something if needed.
While Elena was making them dinner, Damon thought of a way to make it up to her.
He had to, she was his fiancee, his future wife to be. They had known each other for almost six years now.
He couldn't do this to her, she didn't deserve this.
He was sitting in his leather seat staring out his window gazing at the midnight sky replaying the moment he had with Bonnie against the door in his head. He kept seeing the moment she first turned around in slow motion. She was soooo fucking beautiful. It had been the millionth time today his thoughts wandered of to her. He'd always catch himself when he was zoning off again.
He couldn't stop thinking about her.
He was about to get married to Elena, his first ever real relationship. They had done everything together. She was the reason his parents were proud of him for the first time in his life. He couldn't do this. He was getting his life together for once and then Bonnie came. She made everything soo much more difficult.
After another half hour of mentally beating himself up he got up and decided to do what was the right thing to do.
Make it up to his fiancee.
After checking up with Miguel one last time she left the studio returning to her appartement. She had to distract herself from her thoughts.
When she got home she immediately filled the bathtub, she spend a whole hour staring at the wall, replaying what had happened. She couldn't comprehend how he had made her feel. She had never met someone so intense, so straight forward. It intimidated her, but not in a bad way.
She bit her lip at the memory of them against the door. She thought back to the moment he began to trace her lips, she had felt something in the pit of her stomach. A passion, hunger, fire she didn't know she had till now. He had smelled soo good, his voice soo low and husky she had to force herself not to moan hearing him speaking to her so low. She couldn't deny he was a very gorgeous man, his eyes were the most beautiful she had ever seen. She thought back to the moment she walked in on him and Elena. for some unexplainable reason she felt jealousy that moment. Which she shouldn't have. She didn't know him, he was a client, a stranger.
Her job was to take beautiful pictures of him and his wife to be. She couldn't think about him this way. She was a professional, she never got personal. Her job was everything to her. She had always been driven and passionate about what she did. But still she felt powerless when it came to him.
When he pushed her against the door, she didn't have in her power to stop him. And when he did that last stunt with the pictures. She felt utterly and completely powerless. It was like he was in her head, his eyes piercing through hers. Always challenging her to speak up and defend herself from him. Which she couldn't do for Christ's sake! What the hell had gotten into her?!
This wasn't like her. Sitting in her bath thinking about a guy she will never see again. A guy who was engaged.
Besides she had a boyfriend. Lucas. She felt guilty thinking about him. Lucas and her were together for 2 years now. They met when she was wandering the streets of Paris during an exchange program. She and the other French student went to search for a local bar. When they stumbled upon a Live Jazzcafé called "Les Lombrics".
FLASHBACK
"Waawww, this place is amazing", Bonnie said when she entered the bar.
"Told you so", she heard Hannah say. Hannah was the oldest daughter of the family she stayed with. The both of them got really close in a short amount of time. They had a lot in common, they shared the same taste for clothes, music, movies. Almost everything basically; So leaving her to to go back to NYC was the hardest thing Bonnie had to do in a long time.
The place was very small. There was a bar with some couples and some people just enjoying the music. They quickly found a little table in the corner of the room. They ordered themselves some Rosé wine and enjoyed the jazz music playing. She was totally into the music when Hannah decided to lean over and whisper something in her ear.
"The Pianist can't keep his eyes off you", Hannah giggling looking over at the pianist.
Bonnie was too lost in the music to notice the eyes that kept wandering over to her. So when she finally looked at the pianist he was indeed glancing at her. Well this night was going to be more interesting than she expected.
When they were done playing the band accepted their applause and went for the bar for drinks.
"Now is the perfect moment, go talk to him", Hannah said pushing Bonnie slightly off her chair.
"Hannah, I can't, I'll be gone in a few weeks. I think it's best if I stayed put and not go crazy while I'm still here and make things complicated.", Bonnie said trying to come up with reasons why she couldn't talk to the guy.
"You are way too mature for your age, you know that Bonnie? And I don't mean that in the good way.", Hannah said sighing finishing her glass of wine. "You think way too much, you're super beautiful smart and talented don't get me wrong. I love you like a sister. But you need to learn how to enjoy life and the things it offers", "Just have some fun, this is your first time in Europe, you're basically in one of the biggest cities of Europe".
"Make it Memorable", Hannah said smiling, seeing she had convinced Bonnie.
Bonnie grinned, "How do I look", she said turning to Hannah slightly for a better view.
"You look fucking hot Bonnie", she laughed,"Now go get me another glass of wine", she winked her way pushing her off her chair.
"I can't believe I'm doing this", Bonnie mumbled as she made her way over to the bar for another drink.
When she saw him standing at the bar, she lifted her chin and made her way over to him. She leaned over the bar, her ass poked out when she spoke to the waiter.
"Bonjour monsieur, est ce-que c'est possible de me donner un autre verre du vin s'il vous plait?",
(Hello sir, can I get another glass of wine please?)
That's right, she spoke French. She took it in highschool, but she quickly forgot a lot of the French language when she graduated. So when she got accepted for the exchange program to Paris, she decided to take evening courses. She learned the language quickly by reading books, watching French television and watching French movies.
Which were actually very good, she fell in love with the French cinema very quickly. She watched Intouchables, Amélie Poulain, Bienvenue chez les chtis a dozen of times.(!CLASSICS!)
"Bien sur, une seconde madame", the waiter answered her way.
(Of course, just a second Miss)
That's when she glanced at the pianist next to her. The person he was talking too had quickly disappeared she noticed. She also noticed he had green eyes, which was rare because he had blonde hair. People with blonde hair tend to have blue eyes over green ones. He was very handsome she thought. He was taller than her, a very bushy beard and sharp facial structure. He had on a loos chemise and tailored pants, leather shoes. Very classy, she thought. He looked like he fit in those haute couture commercials.
"Bonjour", he said turning her attention back to him. She was still leaning against the bar when he went to stand next to her.
"Bonjour, Votre groupe était très bon ce soir. Vous etes vraiment encroiable sur le piano.", she said smirking seductively.
(Hello, you're band was very good tonight. You are truly incredible on the piano)
"Merci, c'était un plaisir de jouer pour toi." he answered smirking her way, she blushed at his compliment.
(Well thank you, it was a pleasure playing for you)
"Est ce-que vous etes de Paris?", he asked.
(Are you from Paris?)
"Non, j'habite à les Etats-Unis"
(No, I live in the United States)
"Ah, vous etes américaine alors", he turned to her,"Well, you're the first american I have ever met then, a pleasure to meet you ..."
(Ah, you're American)
"Bonnie", she giggled.
"Bonnie est un très beau nom. Ironique aussi. You are indeed a very beautiful lady, I was struggling to keep my eyes off you during my performance", He complemented, making her blush.
(Bonnie, very pretty name. Ironic too.)
"Merci, vous savez parler, n'est-ce pas", she said smiling at him through the corner of her eyes.
(Thanks, you do know how to talk don't you?)
"Seulement quand il s'agit de dames très attrayantes comme vous. J'ai même fait quelques erreurs lors de la performance de vous regarder", he smirked her way.
(Only when it comes to very beautiful ladies like yourself. I even made some mistakes during my performance looking at you)
"Eh bien, je n'ai rien remarqué", she said, "What's your name?"
(Well, I surely didn't notice)
"Lucas", he said looking at her.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too Lucas", Bonnie said smirking back,"very beautiful name by the way".
He laughed at that.
"How come you speak English so fluently if I'm the first American you've met?", she asked out of curiosity.
"Ow, that's a very long story. Well, basically I lived in London fot two years but my annoying French accent never went away", he said gazing down at her.
"I don't find it annoying, charming yes.", she said smirking at him through her lashes.
Hannah grinned seeing the exchange between the two. She decided to leave the bar knowing Bonnie was occupied the next couple of hours. Hannah quickly grabbed her phone out of heer purse texting Bonnie.
Text me if you need me. And remember MAKE IT MEMORABLE :p
PRESENT
She laughed at the memory. Damn did she miss Hannah. She decided to send her a quick Facebook message when she got out of the tub.
After that night in the jazz club it all went so fast. They had a couple of dates, she slept over at his place most times of the week. He'd wake her up with the sound of his piano playing. She loved when he did that. So when she had to return to the States, they decided to keep contact through Skype and Facebook. He promised her to come visit in a month.
When he visited her, they had the best time ever. But when he left to go back to France, things started to get more difficult. They both had busy schedules, he worked nights in bars playing his music and creating new sounds while she was busy with her photography building a career. So after three months of attempting long distance communication, he decided to move to America.
He didn't tell her anything though.
She just came home one day and he was in her kitchen making diner when he knocked on her door. She of course was super excited to see him again in the flesh. But she also felt guilty. He left everything behind to be with her.
His family, friends, job, appartement. All for her. He loved her that much.
Now that she looked back at it, she was lucky to have him in her life. She had always been alone for the most part of her life. Her father was always on business trips or working double shifts when she was a little girl. She never got a real chance to know her mother, who lived on the other side of the country with her second husband and three kids. She saw her mother only once a year.
So when her father died in a car accident when she was 19, she got depressed.
She lived in isolation for 2 years. Living with her grams, not talking to anybody. Not doing anything. She felt like her life didn't have purpose at that point, she wanted to die during that time of her life. So with help of friends and family she got back on her feet. She was a Bennett after all, we didn't give up. We were survivors, that's what her father used to tell her whenever she felt down and sad about something. She made it her life mission to become a very succesful photographer following her father's footsteps.
To fullfill that dream she moved to NYC and that's where her life really began. She worked two jobs aside from going to college. She went to extremes to get good pictures for her assignment. So when she won several awards at festivals, she used the money to start her own studio. She opened the studio right after graduation and different clients filled her studio every day. She was truly happy she thought. She thought she had it all.
But she began to question that the second his blue eyes infiltrated her brain.
She couldn't stop thinking about him.
She was royally fucked.
Damon stood at the door opening looking at Elena setting up the table. He helped set the table to eat dinner. When they were both done eating, Damon decided to break the ice.
"I'm sorry for this morning, Elena, it was wrong of me to act that way", He said looking her straight in the eyes.
"You made me look like a fool Damon, why would you do that?"
"I'm sorry Elena, I don't know what came into me, I was acting totally irrational", he said," I'm really sorry I made you feel that way, it will never happen again"., he said rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles.
"Okay", she said hesitantly looking at her plate.
He sensed her hesitancy, stood up and walked over to her side of the table taking both of her hands in his.
"We're about to get married and it was totally disrespectful of me to act like that in front of you", he lifted her chin with his hand," Will you forgive me?", he said smirking at her,"pretty please...", with that he pouted his lips when Elena answered.
"Do you love me Damon?", she asked bluntly.
Damon froze at the question given to him, now a serious look on his face. Honestly he couldn't tell what love was. He had never been in love, he thought. He cared for Elena a whole lot. But love? He didn't know what that was.
Why was everything turning so difficult all of a sudden.
"Of course I do", he lied.
"Then tell me Damon, I need to hear you say it", Elena said getting needy for his confirmation," If I'm to be your future wife and you can't even tell me you love me , then I don't know what were wasting our time on." She finished staring at him.
"I love you Elena", Damon said gulping hard trying to focus on keeping his demeanor as neutral as possible.
Elena's lips connected to his before he could blink.
"Then make love to me, Damon", she said between kisses.
Damon stood a bit frozen at the mentioning of 'lovemaking'. They always fucked. Fucking was something he was very experienced at, he could go for hours fucking. But 'lovemaking' was something else all together. It was slower, more intimate, more connected. Totally unlike him. He was the one who'd push you against the first flat surface he's find and fuck your brains out.
He focused back on Elena when she pulled his hair to kiss him deeper. Damon moved his arms to go around her waist to lift her up. With her legs around his waist and her still kissing him he went to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. While Elena was catching her breathe, Damon climbed her body slowly. He was kissing her deeply while hovering over her body. But something was off.
See the problem with this whole thing was.
He didn't feel anything.
Their kisses and groping didn't do anything for him. He continued to kiss Elena as she undid his of his shirt. She caressed his stomach with her fingers while still kissing him deeply. Damon broke the kiss to lift her dress off her body. When he was met with her very slim body and skimpy lingerie he blinked a couple times. Trying to comprehend why he wasn't aroused by any of this was baffling to him. He bent back down aiming for her mouth, opening her mouth wider for his tongue. She grabbed his backside to push him deeper into her through his jeans. But he still felt nothing, it was like he was numb. Confused at this he started for her neck.
When his fingers touched her neck there was a sudden flash in his head. The flash of a certain face that had been haunting him all day long, caused a stir of emotions in the pit of his stomach.A flash off a caramel beauty pushed against a door breathing his name into his mouth, made feel all possible emotions at once. Her green eyes staring into his soul. Her full glossy lips trembling with heavy breaths. At the memory of her, he started to become greedier with his kisses. He kissed down Elena's collarbone imagining it was delicate caramel skin, soft to the touch.
"Mmm, Damon", he heard Elena moan.
But when he looked up from her breasts to look at her it wasn't Elena anymore. Now he was looking at her. Her skin glowing against the moonlight. He immediately went for her lips. He devoured her mouth, kissing, nipping every chance he got. Only detaching if in need of air. He kissed down her jawline to her throat where he licked a trail to her breasts. He massaged her breasts imagining it were two perfect round full mounds, nipples erect at his touch, making him harder and breathe louder.
"Fuck Damon", Elena moaned arching her back.
After he finished playing with her breasts, he kissed a trail down her stomach. He ripped the panty of her body and immediately got to work. He wasn't there anymore with Elena. He was lost in his own fantasy. All the sounds she made faded when he thought of her.
Bonnie.
He was going mad over her. Her petite, godly frame, flat stomach, round full breasts, perfectly shaped legs draped over his sheets. Staring at him hungrily, biting her lower lip while he made love to her with his mouth. She bit harder into her lower lip at his actions. Shutting her green beautiful eyes, pinching her breasts and arching her back.
"Fuckkkkk", Damon groaned at the image.
He didn't hear Elena moaning his name and begging him not to stop. He only saw a white room with a honey dipped pint sized girl writhing under his touch. The image alone made him rock hard. When she came he kissed up the length of her body, lingering on her neck biting it slightly. He kissed her mouth hungrily, like a man starved still not opening his eyes.
Lost.
He thrusted into her unexpectedly making her gasp. He pulled at her hair willing her to look at him. He was now staring into glossed over green eyes with long black lashes. His hands lost in her black curls that were draped over his white sheets. Her hands on his lower back pulling him deeper into her. He kissed her mouth again while trusting into her harder. He continued thrusting into her agonizingly slow, his groans getting lower and her moans louder.
"Yesss", she hissed into his ear while he kept up his tempo kissing her neck deeply. She came a second time, her body trembling.
He lost it when she bit his earlobe. He came into her backing up to look into her green vibrant eyes once more going in for a long, passionate and slow kiss.
When they both caught their breathes. Damon moved to lay next to her when she spoke up.
"Waaaaw", Elena said gazing at the sealing,"That was... different"
"But in a very, very good way though", she said seductively as she moved to lay on her side laying her head on his chest gazing at him.
He didn't answer her, he just stared at the sealing. The image of Bonnie still in front of him. He had just fucked Elena at the thought of her.
He was officially fucked.
After a couple of minutes of silence he got up to take a shower.
"Where you going babe?", Elena said looking up at him, while he got out of their bed.
"I need a shower", he said as he closed the bathroom door not looking back.
Honestly Elena didn't care, she just had some amazing make up sex with her fiancee. She couldn't complain, Damon really did a number on her. As she heard the water running through the door she got up from the bed wrapping a nightgown around her returning to the kitchen.
Damon on the other hand was standing in the shower, thinking of a way to stop this madness. It has only been a day! A day! And she was already mind fucking him. He needed to put an end to this.
But how?
He immediately remembered the exhibit she was having upcoming Friday. He could set things write. Talk to her about what happened and settle whatever it is they were having. He just needed to talk to her, set things straight. See her again, one more time.
But of course there was Elena. She would start bitching if she heard he wanted to go to the exhibit. He quickly came with a plan. He jumped out the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist.
When he returned to the bedroom it was empty. He quickly went to the closet pulling on some pyjama pants, grabbing his jeans from the ground retrieving the flyer. He quickly put it in his pockets and left the room.
When he came back to the living area Elena was sitting on the couch, watching some late night television. She turned around smiling at him. He hesitantly smiled back at her.
"I was just thinking in the shower, did you have anything important planned next Friday for us?", he asked.
"No not necessarily, we do have an appointment with our wedding planner from two to six"
Perfect, he thought.
"Well I was thinking to call Stefan, having some bro time, it's been long overdue", he said nonchalantly.
"Yeah, you guys haven't talked in what seems like forever, I think you really need it too", she said smiling before pecking his lips.
"Imma go hit the shower real quick", she said as she got up and walked towards the bathroom. He winked at her as she looked one more time at the door.
When he heard the door to the bedroom close, he grabbed inside his pyjama pants for the flyer. He quickly dialed Stefan's number.
At the fourth ring, he picked up.
"Hey Baby brother", Damon said with a grin on his face.
"Wassup Damon long time I've heard of you", Stefan said a bit less thrilled.
"Yeah I know Steph I've haven't had anytime you know with the wedding plans and all that jazz. I was to busy stuffing my face with pie the other day. Honestly that's first thing I like about this whole socially constructed tradition of marriage'." Damon said laughing.
"Damon you're rambling, which means your calling me for a favor. So why don't you just get to the point?", Stephan interrupted his rant.
Damon heard the exhaustion through his voice, his father was really wearing his baby brother out.
"Okay then, you have anything to da Friday night?"
"No, at the moment I don't... Why?", he asked suspiciously.
"Because you need a break from our father and I need a favor as you so correctly put it. And it seems to me that you're in great need of a break.", Damon finished.
"What makes you think that?", Stephan asked, though he knew Damon was right.
"Come on Steph I can hear it through the phone. You sound like you haven't slept good in days. So what you say we hang out this Friday for old times sake", Damon said convincingly.
-small pause-
"Okay fine...", he heard Damon chuckle on the other end rolling his eyes at the sound,"Where you wanna meet."
Damon smiled let's drop the Bomb.
"Great, we're going to an Art gallery at nine sharp. I'll text you the address. Don't be late bye.", Damon rushed ending the call.
He quickly texted Stefan the address, mentally applauding himself for finding a solution. he got back work, running his hands through his hair. Over exactly six days he would see her again. The green eyed caramel beauty with the godly eyes. This mental obsession he had to stop. They had to settle whatever this was they had experienced that day during the shoot. He was well aware she felt the same way. He just felt it.
Just 6 days Damon, keep it together.
Et voila, chapter three. I'm sorry I let you guys wait a bit. But I'm a first year art college student and these upcoming exams are making me really nervous, so I spend most of the day 'trying' to study. The next chapter is still in progress. I'm trynna keep it cool with the Bamon stuff, but damnnnnnnnn it's difficult to not just cut to their scenes. BUT patience, hotness will come when the time is right. Besides you has some Bamon'ish scenes in this chapter... sort of...
As always, if you liked this chapter or hated it, plain and simple, DO NOT hesitate to leave a review sharing your critique, requests or thoughts.
Till next time babes imma sleep now, BYE!
