AN: Thank you so much to those who reviewed the last chapter. FF wasn't showing them until just recently so I couldn't reply, but I just wanted to say that I really appreciated the feedback and I'm not just...rude, lol. Enjoy!

Bonnie opened the door to her room and stepped out into the hallway. She was dressed in a simple cloth robe, juxtaposed against the obvious effort she had gone to with her hair pulled into an intricate low bun and her eyes lined with a deep, smoky kohl. Both were new additions since they'd parted half an hour earlier and it seemed, even in her humble attire, that she was growing more beautiful every time he saw her.

"So, I had a phone call from Damon," she said, in an agitated whisper.

His heart sunk.

"I thought you might," he sighed.

"Did you call him to gloat, or something? Because he was really worked up, rambling about you and not getting 'seduced by the accent' amongst… other things."

"What 'other things'?"

She dropped her eye contact, "It doesn't matter."

He could only imagine what Damon had said to her, criticizing her poor judgement; assuming she'd been coerced into sleeping with him; questioning if he was taking advantage of her. While Damon thought his points were valid - and his worry for Bonnie came from a good place - it was misguided and it had pissed Enzo off. This was supposed to their moment, and now it was tainted through an unwelcome outside source.

"Do you really think I would call him to gloat, knowing full well that he'd just call you immediately after? Do you think me that foolish?"

She studied him as he replied, her firmly crossed arms falling into a gesture of frustration.

"No, I just don't understand why you would tell him?"

"I didn't call to tell him, exactly. I called for advice."

"Why didn't you just call me?" she asked, still frustrated.

"Probably because it was about you," he answered, matching her tone.

That caught her off guard. She arched a brow, "Me? Go on."

"Rather not."

Her previously frigid stance returned as she tightened her folded arms across her chest again. He relented.

"Okay, okay… I called him to see if you, or I… you and I… I called him to ask how to not mess this up. Whatever this is."

Her face softened, along with her tone.

"And you thought Damon was the best choice?"

"I'm not used to asking for help on these sorts of matters, nor, frankly, am I used to putting this much thought into every little thing. I just do, I don't ask questions! But I can't - not with us."

His answer seemed to work as her scowl left her face, and she fought a smile from her lips.

"We're an 'us', huh?"

He took a step towards her, tilting his head with mere inches between them.

"I hope to be," he declared, surprising himself with his sincerity. There was a weight behind his words that he hadn't felt before, but he knew that this was something he would fight for.

It seemed he'd said the right thing as she took a step back, opening the door fully and inviting him in. As he followed, he noticed she was wearing white pantyhose under her robe. Another addition since their previous meeting. She offered him a drink from the "emergency secret stash" she and Caroline kept and he accepted, taking a seat on the armchair that sat opposite the two single beds in the room.

Her back turned, she called out as she poured, "So I'm guessing you got your own lecture?"

"Better. I got a one-on-one, capped off with the promise of death should I hurt you in any way."

"God, I'm sorry. He gets really worried that if I make any bad decisions he'll have to explain it to Elena and she'll ask him why he didn't do something to stop it earlier, etc. etc."

She walked to him and handed over a glass half filled with vodka. He preferred to stay away from the spirt but he took it anyway. She tapped her glass against his and downed it in one go, then remained standing awkwardly to the side. Her heartbeat betrayed her nerves as well as her excitement. He finished his drink quickly then rose to his feet in front of her.

"No more Damon talk, alright?" He instructed in a low growl. She nodded, swallowing hard.

"Let me…get you a refill," she stammered, taking the glass from his hand and putting some distance between them.

Damon's smear campaign hadn't deterred her or she'd have turned him on his heel earlier. No, her nerves were the product of her inexperience. A fact he knew to be respectful of ever since her confession that the puppy-dog had been her one and only. Their harmless flirting had formed naturally after hours of interaction. Taking this leap would have to happen when she was ready for it.

Moving behind her, he placed a hand on her arm, guiding the empty glasses down and turning her to face him. He cupped the side of her face with his hand, his thumb grazing her cheek as her vivid green eyes reluctantly met his.

"You know we don't have to do anything other than talk. I'm not expecting anything from you, you understand?"

"I know," she answered softly, "it's just that this is not going how I thought it would."

"So… you've thought about me, alone with you, in your room?" he smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "I may have."

"You saucy devil - you've fantasized about me, haven't you?"

She smacked him playfully in the chest.

"No!"

"Well that's a yes if ever I've heard one. I can see it in your lust-filled eyes. You've been thinking about luring me here just to have your wicked way with me."

"Shut up," she laughed.

"Well go on, what kind of debauchery-riddled scenarios have you come up with?"

He could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks as confirmation. Naturally, though, she deflected.

"Okay, so what. Maybe I have had the odd fantasy here and there. But I'll bet you've done the same."

She had him there.

"Multiple times," he answered.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, of course," he shrugged.

"Oh!" she seemed startled by his forward reply.

He brushed a loose tendril of hair to the side of her face and asked her honestly, "Do you have any idea what form of torture our nightly pool games are as you dance around me, my eyes not once on the ball table, instead watching your every over-extension, listening to your excited squeals as you sink a ball and wondering what kinds of similar noises I could elicit from the back of your throat…"

His finger traced down her neck and she exhaled shakily. Her body moved into him instinctively, her hand resting on his chest.

"When was the first time?" she asked, her finger drawing circles along his cotton Henley, their close proximity causing a familiar heat to build inside of him.

"It was after our 'Princes Bride' argument. You made me watch that bloody thing stating its cinematic genius, and I called it rubbish. I half did it to see that fire that lights your eyes when you fight me. It's pure passion, and I couldn't help but imagine that same look as you clawed your nails down my back, your naked body laced with mine."

"Is that so?" she asked, eyeing his lips, that familiar fire in her eyes.

"It really was a crap movie, thoug- "

His teasing was interrupted by her lips on his, as she lifted herself onto her toes. He held her against him, supporting her weight with one arm, his tongue finding hers. She ran her hands through his hair, gripping and pulling, moving rhythmically with their kiss. She dropped one to his chest to tug at the material between them, and he removed his jacket, lips still on hers, before pulling away momentarily to free himself of his dark olive shirt. She pulled at his jeans and before she could notice their tongues had parted, he was stripped down to nothing more than a dark grey pair of boxer-briefs. She guided him to her bed where he was pulled from her lips by gravity as she pushed him backwards.

She started to undo the belt on her robe when she seemed to remember herself, and offered an apology.

"This," she said, tugging at the robe, "was not meant to be a part of the outfit. I got interrupted."

"Well, this is your fantasy, after all. What would you be wearing?"

A flash of excitement danced across her face.

"Close your eyes," she instructed.

He did as he was told, and he decided he would do whatever it took to transition her fantasy into reality, with some encouragement where needed.

"Okay, open your eyes."

The room was now lit with a single warm light that gave her brown skin a golden hue. She was draped in a cream-coloured satin robe that was tied at her waist. It fell to her upper thigh revealing white, lace-top stockings attached to whatever mystery was awaiting him underneath. He felt drunk with lust, wanting nothing more than to unwrap the present that stood before him. She seemed pleased with his reaction as her eyes fell to the bulge in his boxers that betrayed him.

"And that's not even the best part," she teased, as she undid the robe to reveal a simple but stunning white satin bra with matching briefs, the latter of which sat low on her hip under a delicate lace garter belt, connected to the lace atop the stockings. It gave him a complete view of her taut, golden-glowing frame which she teased him with further, turning around and dropping the robe to the floor to reveal her barely covered, perfectly shaped ass. It was a sight that would make any mere mortal salivate.

"I don't really shop for this kind of stuff, I know it's pretty basic but I didn't understand half of the things they had in the store, and – "

"And you are the most beautiful thing I think I have ever seen in all my lifetimes," he answered honestly.

She smiled and stepped towards him, as he pulled her closer, his hands gripping her hips. Leaning forward, he kissed his way across her garter belt. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her breath hitching as he kissed a particular spot. He lingered there, sliding his hands under the sides of both her garter belt and underwear, his teeth lightly grazing the spot she liked. He could smell her arousal, feel the heat so close to his chin. He looked up at her and asked for his next set of instructions.

"What would I do next in your fantasy?"

She looked embarrassed, so he pressed her for her answer by kissing her directly below her belly button, massaging her hips with his grip, then continuing downwards. He kissed through the lace, then the satin beneath it. She let out a small moan just before he got to where he knew she wanted him to go, and he looked back into her eyes.

"You're alone, it's late, and you're thinking about me. What would I do next?"

She seemed to be warming to their new arrangement.

"You would start to remove each item of my clothing, slowly," she paused, then added "using both your hands and your teeth."

"As you wish," he replied, with a wink.

Her garter belt had a simple snap clasp, so he started with that. Undoing the clasps that connected it to the stockings, he ran his hands underneath, guiding it down with his thumbs then squeezing her ass for a moment before he continued to drag it down her thighs. As it fell to the ground, he then moved to swap places with her, standing above her as she sat on the bed. He extended her left leg, holding it firm in his hands, then bit the lace that topped her stockings, pulling it off of her in one long, slow movement. He repeated this on her other leg, lingering on her inner thigh as she twitched at the sensation. Both stockings now on the ground, she was left in only her matching bra and brief set.

Enzo pulled her to her feet, holding her as they barely touched the ground, and kissed her passionately once again, one hand supporting her limp frame, as another ran along her back and down to her hips. This kiss was no longer teasing, it was harder than the others, a kiss of deep lust that ended in a startled Bonnie pulling way when she realised her bra had been successfully unhooked.

"Well done, you," she congratulated him, and he replied with a grin.

Her feet on the ground, he let her fall gently back onto the bed, her bra in his hand. He took the moment to admire the site before him. Her small, perfectly formed breasts against her firm, lean frame illuminated by a golden glow. She was a sight to behold, resting on her elbows and watching him take in her form. He shook his head, wanting another moment to take in this picture that was all for him. She grinned and playfully nudged him back into reality with her foot.

Dropping her bra to the ground, he moved to his knee's before her, his hands either side of her hips. He ran his hands up her thighs and she shivered as she watched. He looked to her for permission, and she bit the corner of her bottom lip, nodding her encouragement. With that he grabbed hold of her hips and jerked them towards him at the edge of the bed, causing her to fall backwards with a laugh. He kissed his way down from her stomach, and over the last remaining piece of fabric on her body. His hands gripping her hips, they started to jerk as he kissed the satin directly above her clit, grazing his teeth teasingly over the small mound. She moaned, her hips trying to lift towards his mouth all the more.

"What would I do now?" he asked, as she glared down at him.

"You know exactly what I want you to do," she replied.

"Are you asking me to eat you out, Bonnie?"

"Yes," her breathy response, as her hands twisted in the bed sheets in anticipation.

"As you wish," he answered, removing the last stitch of clothing from her now naked body.

He repositioned her, tilting her hips and propping her left thigh up on his shoulder. He licked her entire length before returning to her now visible clit, which he circled softly with his tongue at first, then in short, firm flicks. Having his thumb then take over by rubbing in circular motions, he freed his tongue to concentrate on the spot just above her entrance. He placed two finger tips in the folds and began stroking up and down, returning his tongue to the sensitive ball of nerves. Her back arching, she ground her hips towards him greedily, her bodies reaction confirmation that he'd found the right areas to work. He increased his pace, then took it to the next level by sucking on her, pulling at the sensitive ball gently with his lips. She let out a guttural moan in deep pleasure, closing her thighs around his head momentarily, her enthusiasm only encouraging him. He increased his stroke again, returning his tongue back to pull and suck at her clit more feverishly than before, stopping to alternate with his fingers for a few minutes longer before she began to cry out.

"Oh god, oh GOD, oh…I'm…oh god…"

His fingers now replacing his thumb, he licked along her entire length again before sticking his tongue inside her for just a moment then returning back to the sensitive spot above it. That was enough for her, and her hips convulsed, her thighs closing around him again, as she rode out her orgasm with him firmly between her legs. He pulled her right thigh to the side, exposing her as soon as the spasms died down, and continued to rub furiously once more. Her upper body jolted foward, confusion on her face, before she fell into second orgasm in moments.

Finally recovered she collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. He leaned forward, resting his arms on her stomach as he took in his handy work between her heaving chest.

She ran her hand through his hair again, tugging him upwards, and he moved onto the tiny single bed beside her.

"Where the hell did you learn to do that?" she asked.

"I've picked up some tricks," he smirked.

She lay still, staring at the ceiling as her breathing evened out.

"Sorry I kind of crushed you, back there. I don't think I've ever…that hard…not in my life."

"I can think of worse way's to go than to be crushed to death between Bonnie Bennett's thighs," he replied.

"Oh yeah?" she answered, the back of her hand pressed against her forehead, "add death by orgasm to that list."

He laughed and then offered to get her a drink if she needed it. She rolled on top of him instead, straddling his lower abdomen. The heat radiating from the moist patch between her legs was burning him at his core, and his erection felt trapped under the confines of his boxers. She was teasing him now, payback. Grinding her hips just enough that she would occasionally touch his tip.

"You are the devil; you know that?" he said through clenched teeth, as she pretended to have no idea what he was talking about. He flipped their positions so he was above her once more, and she laughed before their lips were on one another once again. He moved his way down her neck, along her collarbone, until he met her nipple, his tongue circling it before being replaced by his hand. Freeing himself, he returned his completely naked body, his erection gliding along her thighs, and his tongue returning to meet hers. His large hand covered her breast, massaging it and pulling at the nipple.

"What would I do next?" he asked.

She glared at him again.

"I want to hear you to say it," he instructed.

She gripped him firmly at the nape of his neck and looked directly into his eyes.

"I want you to fuck me, Enzo."

His cock twitched at his name. Her direct order making him so hard it almost hurt.

"As you bloody wish," he growled, positioning himself above her as he held eye contact, slowly guiding himself inside of her. Not all the way at first, a third of the way to get a feel for her comfort, but she was already so wet that he entered fully the second time, and began a rhythm. His hips were angled so his pubic bone would rub against her clitoris between each stroke, and she reacted to sensation with a sequence of deep and melodic exhales. Minutes passed and he switched up his rhythm until she begged for him to go faster.

"As you wish," he replied, his pace increasing. He had been holding back for too long now but he wanted her to cum first so he moved upright, sitting back on his knees, and resting her hips on his thighs so he could glide against her g-spot. He adjusted his stroke until he found the angle that made her voice hit a higher note than he'd ever heard from her. "Dear…GOD!" she cried, as he used three fingers to rub eagerly at her clit. She began to tighten around him and within only a few minutes more her body flooded with visible waves of pleasure, squeezing around his cock and giving him a show before he too closed his eyes and rode out his own orgasm inside of her, saying a silent prayer of thanks that he'd been able to delay it this long.

He slipped out from inside her, collapsing at her side, and almost falling off the tiny bed frame as he did. She didn't seem to notice, her eyes fixed on the ceiling again, lost in her thoughts. She rolled over to face him, placing a hand on his cheek and kissing him deeply on the lips.

"All these nights together," she said with laboured breath, "when we could've been doing that instead."

He laughed, his hand resting on her stomach as he watched her chest rise and fall, her breathing evening out.

"It was your fantasy, after all. I was merely a willing participant."

"Oh really?" she cried as he nodded his head.

"Well, I'll just have to even the playing field."

He feigned confusion, "How do you propose we do that?"

"I guess we'll have to play out one of your fantasies," she answered, casually.

He kissed her again, his hand wrapping gently around the side of her neck.

"I'm not sure you're ready for one of my fantasies, love."

"I'll be the judge of that," she replied, as her hand moved its way down his stomach.