This wasn't her.
And if this wasn't her, she wondered who it was. It certainly wasn't in Bonnie Bennett's character to be bent over in a snug dressing room, hands pressed against a blandly decorated wall, shamelessly naked from head to toe and silently begging the maddening brown haired man driving into her for mercy. How had he expected her to keep quiet when he was being so rough, so...primal? He'd been holding onto her hips so tight almost like he was afraid she'd bolt straight for the door if he even let a single finger loose from the soft depths of her skin.
It all started off so fast, not one of them were thinking and even then the blood was roaring in her ears. Lately, Damon seemed to have a talent that involved making her want to explode without touching her. Of course he didn't hold back for long, stripping away her dress, bra and panties in a matter of minutes. His kisses would soon became frantic and breathless, hands preoccupied with massaging the velvet smooth skin of her waist. But soon his mouth slid down to one of her nipples, lapping at them hungrily, occasionally nibbling on her nipple, eliciting a whimper from her. She knew she couldn't hide her arousal from him, especially since now he forced a thigh between her own two, separating them both.
One curious hand begun to slowly make its way up and it'd gently collided with her soft folds. Bonnie tried to steady her breathing but failed miserably when his fingers slid between her slick slit. She'd buck her hips gently in response, gasping at the sensations of his fingers rubbing against her clit. She could almost blush at the loud squelches she heard coming from her in the silent room, she was only getting more and excited. And by the sound of his breathing, he was going to take advantage very soon.
And here they were. In a tiny room, desperately thrashing against each other for sensations that were too sweet for them to ever stop.
There was a unfamiliar stirring in depths of her belly, something unidentified that made her feel somewhat gratified with the lascivious circumstance. So very wrong, but it felt too right to even be that. The sudden wild sexual path she was led down deviated from the usual sweet and occasionally inept love-making she'd been used to with others...an 'other', who's name she'd dare not let enter her mind within this moment. Bonnie never questioned her former younger lover's prowess but at times his delicate and taut performances had come to be rather tedious and formulaic. She hadn't known that she'd unwittingly sought after passion and frenzies of lust until now. Mild surprise clicked within her for a moment when no feeling of guilt or shame appeared in attempt to gather her faculties together again and run for cover. No, she was too far gone, too consumed. She was shut off from the rest of the world. All that mattered now was the soft stiffened flesh that was buried within her, sliding in and out of her moist, heated center with a smooth and rough rhythm that pushed her close to voicing her muffled wails.
Her full lips were about to burst from the heavy pressure of her teeth pressing down, forcing her to swallow down those loud moans that threaten to spill out, a new one erupting from the depths of her belly every few seconds. Her lips were already thoroughly bruised from the rough, heated kisses they'd share when she'd finally given into temptation. She had to settle for a random selection of tender whimpers here, a breathy sigh there or a string of heavy raggedy breaths. Especially when he'd unforgivably tease her, slowing down his thrusts so she could feel his length bury within her heated, slick core inch by inch. Satisfaction glowed in her eyes whenever she heard his own grunts of pleasure, the idea of him losing his control over her body was enough to fuel her desire for days. It made her feel somewhat powerful knowing she'd manage to drive him , a lingering thought in the back of her head hinted at all the possible uses.
A sharp hiss intruded the almost musical sound of her gasps and the violent slapping of flesh on flesh."Yes" it seemed that it was only meant for himself, a small cry of triumph that he finally claimed her and had her where he wanted her, squirming frantically throwing her hips back accepting his violent thrusts with the same amount of urgency and longing. "Look..." a deep, throaty voice practically vibrated within her belly, he had come to slow stop, waiting for her follow his command. Bonnie steadily turned round, stretching her neck out to get at least a glimpse of him and she almost gasped that the sight.
His eyes were completely clouded with something unrecognizable, the shocking blues seemed to take on a stormy greyish hue to them and his jaw was tightly locked as he gritted his teeth in concentration. She'd vaguely remember seeing him in this transfixed frame of mind previously, like the devil himself had been whispering in his ear but never this fervid, it almost scared her. His head turned a slight angle to the left, she followed his gaze and Bonnie only then noticed the wide full frontal mirror that was placed on the wall adjacent to her, she almost squeezed her eyes shut embarrassed at the woman staring back at her.
The brown, loose curls that settled on her shoulders she'd almost torn out earlier had now clung around her neck and framed her lightly sweated face. Her usual smooth caramel colored skin was now a richer shade that glowed in a way she'd never seen before. Her breasts was enough for shock to flicker over her features and drag her out of the haze of lust. She'd never seen them without her bra holding onto them, they seemed more than a handful in the reflection and she blushed furiously, he had obviously been eying the view. Damon chose to break her moment of awe by slamming back into her with so much force her face was met by the room's dented pink walls. "Oh!" her flushed cheeks were pressed by the tough surface, the forgotten bracelet dangling from her wrist clinked loudly when it too was forced to accept the same fate. Bonnie noticed it's earlier glow now intensified, flaring so bright near her eye that she'd squint a little.
She squeaked quietly in shock when she'd spot him in the reflection sliding his hands down from her hips to her ass and grabbing palm-fulls of her now, enhanced cheeks. She closed her eyes in momentary embarrassment, she'd been enveloped in the waves of euphoria he'd given her that she forgot all about what her body must've looked like as a whole. She wriggled a little under his silent inspection but then he suddenly spread the two full pieces of flesh that his hand occupied apart, she gasped very loudly at the sudden exposure, but only received a wicked chuckle in response.
Bonnie would've rolled her eyes if they weren't almost close to collapsing to back of her head, a heavy sigh escaped her lips trying to cover her anxious state, his pace never wavered enough for her to retort. She planned to prepare a sarcastic response but Damon beat her to it and spoke in a graveled voice "Stop playing the innocent, Bon. You know you're beautiful" he squeezed her behind particularly harder on his emphasis of 'know'.
She couldn't help but groan in response, completely intoxicated. Her body was on absolute fire whenever his hands made contact, she could feel the small sharp pinch from where he wore his day ring. They never slipped her observing eyes, those rough and strong hands of his, at least twice she found herself what they'd feel like caressing her shoulders. What they could do when they weren't wrapped around that damn bourbon filled glass of his. Her heart was starting to try and leap out of her chest, she gritted her teeth, partially in annoyance at the most inconvenient place he chose to have his way with her.
But it was also because she was very close to the edge and his endless exploration of her warm depths was beginning kill her. After one more powerful, reckless thrust, she trembled vigorously. Her insides clenched as she reached her climax, sparks of a warm but admirable brazen green seemed to emerge from out of thin air as she could only let out a silent scream. Bonnie closed her eyes savoring the the pleasure of Damon's thrusting becoming frenzied as he later met his own climax. He'd then lean forward on her, a string of furious curse words and wild pants tumbling out his lips.
She'd give a small smile, sated, before her legs gave away and surrendered to the darkness.
Xxxx
Caroline Forbes was irritated, highly irritated. It was like as soon as she decided that she'd found her her backbone again and reluctantly returned to the eternally damned town, shit was hitting the fan yet again. She sat in trepidation as she watched her friend glowing an immensely bright green, it made Bonnie's own shining eyes look a duller colour in comparison. She slowly rose from her seat opposite Bonnie's and hovered over the sleeping witch in wonder, the mysterious aura revealed itself shortly after she had stormed in the house, all smiles with hundreds of recollections of her time away. But those memories and experiences had to be safely tucked in the back of her brain for another time. Caroline was met by Elena's teary eyes, the ones that she'd have when she was convinced that her world was crumbling apart.
The same ones that seemed to add an extra amount of age to her face, as if she'd cry till energy and youth was drained from her, a price to pay for mourning her losses. Caroline almost waited for the jumping of her inactive heart to begin beating to life, to jump it's pulse to her wrist, thumb, mouth and then eye that'd make her all but a twitching mess of a woman.
It was Stefan who'd tell her of her friend's unconscious state, in fear that his visibly shaken love would break down in loud insupressible sobs if she even made effort to utter her comatose friend's name. So Caroline sat across from her best friend's body in silence, at least a million emotions were washing through her a minute. She settled for perplexed and irritable.
Yes, those two would do perfectly. Because at the mention of a Damon Salvatore finding her, she had to hold back a very loud, very unladylike scoff for both her friends sakes. How did Damon find her in a dressing room? Was he ...spying? She quickly dismissed the thought, he'd know better than to creep on Bonnie in such an audacious way, she'd kick his ass from here to Tokyo. Although Bonnie was becoming surprisingly tolerable to the bothersome vampire's daily shenanigans, Caroline was still pretty much sure the two would rip each other to shreds whenever the perfect opportunity for a squabble stemmed. The pair would bicker like an old married couple constantly, never giving a care for the witnesses who were present to observe the ongoing entertainment they'd never fail to deliver.
Caroline nearly barked out a short chuckle, she'd be lying if she said she never enjoyed watching her friend playing whack-a-mole with the cynical Salvatore's brain occasionally...only when he'd really gotten a rise out of her. He'd storm out, snapping bitchily at anyone who even dared to breathe next to him, deciding that him and the crazy witch could never agree on even the smallest ideas. Bonnie would only have the decency to look sheepish for a few seconds before getting back to business, casually trying to ignore Stefan's dry humorous remarks. The result of unresolved sexual tension he'd call it which always made Caroline raise a brow at his unapologetic bluntness. Of course, he'd been walking the earth for years she'd never thought were possible before. And she knew for a fact he'd seen a lot of things, both remarkable and unexplained, which is why she always respected the air of wisdom he'd built into his persona.
But Bonnie and Damon? Not a chance in hell.
Not that Bonnie wasn't an attractive being...well, both of them, she'd admit grudgingly. Caroline certainly didn't fall for Damon's narcissistic nature when he first paid a visit to the town. And Bonnie had grown into her features very well, with her lips as plush as the most luxurious cushions, soft brown locks that cascaded down her shoulders beautifully and landed just above her...
Caroline had to do a double-take of her friend's sleeping form before her eyes widened in horror "What the hell..." she trailed off as she looked over her friend, really looked. Bonnie must've done a lot of filling out since she last saw her, the current assets that she was balancing on her chest had visibly grown and almost ripping the already stretching material of the dress she chose to obviously hide them. She'd imagine her friend became almost hysterical over the random body transplant and tore her room apart for the most modest dress she could find.
Caroline sighed, finally gathering enough thoughts to speak made an attempt at lightening the atmosphere by just the slightest "See, this is why you should never go shopping without me" she murmured quietly. Well she was right, if she was with them, she'd make sure to drag Bonnie from various sections, spend no more than three minutes in each area and be back in time for dinner. She paused on the thought, finally acknowledging that she'd have to buy a whole new wardrobe. Chaos.
Caroline sighed again, heavy and indignant, the whole situation was running circles around her brain "What the hell happened to her?!" she exclaimed frustrated. Stefan abruptly stopped pacing in front of her, mildly startled by her sudden outburst of annoyance. He kept his arms crossed, only letting one arm free every so often to rub at his chin thoughtfully. He glanced at Elena cautiously, who was currently boring a hole into the floor with a hard gaze, before he spoke "We don't really know, Caroline..." he trailed off lamely, his lazy eyes were filled with concern and something else she thought resembling regret "...It's Bonnie's magic and only she can tell us what's going on with her" he risked a glance at her glowing slumber.
"But, I suspect that she's come into contact with something powerful that may be effecting her...physically" Stefan frowned thoughtfully as he gazed at the floor, eyes sweeping over it back and forth like he was trying to read some sort of secret message hidden on it. Caroline wasn't prepared for his long awaited question "Did any of you notice anything strange going on with her?" his eyes flickered from her to Elena. Caroline shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she suddenly felt her irritation dissolve into guilt recounting the few times she had seen Bonnie in the month. The last time she'd seen her was at the party they threw for her return, it something small but had big effort put into it. Caroline understood her friend's quick decision to go on her own little vacation, even though it barely lasted a week.
Because it was then after, Caroline announced her own little get away, there was just many things she had to have a break from. It was summer after all and she didn't sign up for the stress seminars that seemed to pop up every week. Caroline gnawed at her lip, Bonnie didn't ask for it either and she knew how drained she'd get after they'd repeatedly call her for help with 'supernatural problems'. She opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by a stuffy sniff, she whirled around in her seat to glance at Elena who had fresh tears prickling in her eyes. "I—I was worried...but, I let her talk me out of it..." she stopped to swallow back a sob that threatened to tumble out before she tried again "I didn't see much of her lately, I thought...she was going to be okay" she looked up at Stefan who had a pained expression, he hated it whenever she'd always willingly take responsibility for situations beyond her control. It didn't take long for her to glance back at Caroline, forcing her to acknowledge her guilt, hurt and disappointment.
Caroline shook her head slowly at Elena, it wasn't going to help solve Bonnie's problems if they started blaming themselves again "Elena, don't" she warned. Her friend numbly turned herself back to face Bonnie, wringing her hands together and looking as distant as possible "She needed us" the brunette whispered in a surprisingly detached tone, letting the tears fall freely this time. Caroline suddenly shot out of her seat in disbelief and decided that she wasn't going to hold her tongue anymore, the weasel was not going to get out of this one easily. "And what about Damon, huh?" she asked with more agitation than she wanted to. Elena looked taken aback and blinked rapidly in confusion as she stumbled through her response "D-Damon? He helped us get her home... he found her knocked out" she sniffled quietly, her face was creased in confusion as Caroline paced back and forth "What—"
"No, Elena. What was he doing there in the first place? God, why did he even take you guys there?!" Caroline almost yelled, her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow as she trembled with a mixture of fear and anger at Elena's oblivious behavior. She could see the indifferent mask Stefan wore in the corner of her eye, covering the instinctive protective side he had for his brother and she almost fell into apology mode, but stood her ground at Elena's blank expression.
There were just too many questions.
Caroline had to catch her jaw in time from dropping when Elena merely shrugged feebly at her, completely lost and bewildered at the sudden mention of her confusing pursuer. Caroline openly showed her contempt then, narrowing her eyes at her "That's it..?" she nodded in a false air of serenity before letting out a bitter chuckle. It was obvious that Elena's warped feelings for the vampire had led her down a path of absolute tolerance of anything he chose to do.
There couldn't have been any other reason in the book for her acquiescent approach towards the violent conduct and all of his twisted morals. Caroline couldn't hide the twist of disgust in her expression "So we're just going to pretend that Damon doesn't have a reputation of a homicidal maniac? Or that mayhem seems to follow him wherever he goes!?" she all but screamed. Elena flinched and cast her gaze downwards, obviously she was too tired to fight, maybe even to think straight.
Caroline took a deep breath before raking both hands through her bouncy curls, an attempt to reel the anger in. She was not going argue this case when her best friend was in possible danger. Looking towards the nearby window, she stared thoughtfully into the night sky, drinking in the calm view hoping it'd sooth her temper. A minute went by before she spoke again "I'm sorry. I just...You have got to stop blaming yourself for everything, Elena" when we all know who the true source of pain is here... She refrained from adding that last thought. The room fell silent again, their eyes back on Bonnie.
It was that moment that the strange glowing mist began to fade away, it fell with strange dynamics like it was being sucked in by something invisible. The three watched silently as the mist fell onto Bonnie, her skin soaking up the suspicious aura slowly before she stirred slowly. She groaned lightly, eyes still shut still struggling to open her eyes "Damon...?" she murmured softly. Caroline's eyes met Stefan's briefly in wonder before she put the questions to rest, she knelt at Bonnie's side immediately as she began to rise into a sitting position. "Bonnie, thank God!" she heard Elena, barely hiding the tremors in her voice, she rushed over embracing her in a bone crushing hug. "Guys, what's going on?" Bonnie inquired, taking on a bemused tone "I fell asleep for too long?"
Caroline let out a shaky sigh, she wasn't aware of just how worried she was "Bonnie...you were gone for ten hours and glowing for the past few, we were worried" she carefully watched her friend's brows raise in shock before asking the question that was on the tip of everyone else's in the room tongues "What's going on with you?"
Xxxx
"So, Damon found you?" Stefan quietly asked with a ghost of a playful smile on his lips, he joined her on the couch that previously accommodated her impromptu short coma. Bonnie blushed at the painful memory of him catching her underneath his brother and almost scoffed at his boldness, she was pretty sure he already knew of the building sexual tension between them. Stefan's sarcastic sense of humour still had some truths to them, she spent enough time with him to know that. Bonnie peeked slightly at the living rooms entrance frame, making sure Caroline and Elena were still rustling up that 'late night' snack they promised for her.
It had been half an hour ago that she was tightly wrapped in their warm embrace, she'd draw back in a daze to see Caroline's fearful eyes and Elena's tearful ones watching her expectantly. Elena would wipe them away quickly with the sleeves of her shirt before questioning her memory of her last time last thing she remembered was a warm, musty room, him spilling his seed inside of her and the unprecedented term he used to describe her. Beautiful. An intimate and endearing moment she never had time to analyze. She instantly waved the memories out her head, she doubt she'd be able to tell them that without setting herself on fire. Instead she shook the sleep out of her head before murmuring "Hungry..." it didn't take long for their domestic side to take over as the two women fussed over what was suitable as meal for her and rushed to the kitchen.
She turned back to Stefan who was still waiting for her answer with furrowed brows, she couldn't tell if he was judging or he wanted to hear it from her first. "Yeah, he was the last person I remember seeing" she truthfully responded, he didn't necessarily have to know about the insanely barbaric going-ons that took place prior to her almost insensate state. Stefan studied her for a moment and it made her shift in her seat, risking another glance at him was a big mistake as he broke out in a wide uncharacteristic grin.
His eyes danced with knowing and humor and Bonnie huffed with pride, how dare he gloat over his knowledge of the relationship/scandal?...or whatever it was! "What?!" she snapped petulantly, he was probably never going to let her live it down. It was one thing for him to catch them on his bed together, but to guess that they resorted to crude behaviour and fucked like rabbits in a public establishment was ultimate humiliation and beyond. He chuckled lightly at her embarrassment and nudged her shoulder with his own playfully " Your secrets safe with me" he smiled with a small hint of something akin to hope and she didn't know why. But instead of probing him with her own question, Bonnie silently thanked him, smart-ass or not, she loved Stefan.
His expression suddenly shifted from playful back to inquisitive again as he bashfully did a sweeping glance over Bonnie from where their shoulder's touched. He cleared his throat awkwardly "So, um..." he made a pointing gesture at her figure "When did..." he trailed off at Bonnie's awkward expression, eyes widened and hands busying themselves by smoothing her dress down several times. "Uh, I...Well, it's—" she thanked the universe for Caroline's soft melodic voice interrupting her failed explanation. "It's tomato soup!" she announced when strolling in with a pattern printed tray, a large blue bowl placed neatly in the middle with utensils accompanying it. Caroline set the tray down in her lap carefully, Bonnie noticed an empty saucer next to the other side of the bowl and looked up at her mildly confused.
Caroline stared at the spot dumbly before giving a diffident smile "Well, w-we have, um, bread..." she stammered, she waved her hands around her space haphazardly trying to grasp for imaginary words "But, uh. It's not like we're saying anything bad about it—I mean, you look like what I imagine a Greek goddess would've resembled centuries ago. And you're perfectly toned and everything, I didn't wanna ruin it!" she blurted out. Caroline cleared her throat meekly at both Bonnie and Stefan's puzzled expressions before she continued "So we left it out...We weren't sure if you were, well, you know..." she finished with a shrug hoping Bonnie would interpret her somewhat incoherent prolix explanation for her. Bonnie chuckled at the timid look that flickered across her face "It's alright, Care. I'm not calorie watching or anything" she looked back down at the soup, it smelled delicious and was surprisingly inviting for something from a can.
She could probably slurp the whole thing down with one long sip, Bonnie couldn't remember the last time she had a proper meal. She'd been picking at leftovers, snacks and relying on ice-cream and chocolates as emotional painkillers over the last few weeks. Anyone of them would've probably accused her of having the appetite cravings of an eight year old. She grimaced at her calorie comment, maybe she should start watching the numbers a little... The sweet smell of the soup attacked her nostrils again. She quickly dismissed the absurd thought, magic is what did this to her, she was sure the stubborn enchantment wouldn't allow her to undo the work it did. Bonnie quickly took large spoonfuls of the warm soup, she made an assenting noise when glancing back up at a pleased Caroline.
Caroline then shifted on her feet silently "So...I managed to persuade Elena to get some rest, she's been rough on herself all day" she said quietly, an obvious prelude into the speech she had prepared. Bonnie chose to interrupt, putting her spoon down with purpose "I wish I knew what was going on, Care. But the truth is, after I came back I've just been a little...on edge. I mean, I don't even know how I managed to gain anything physically, I've hardly been eating as much as I use to—well, apart from crazy gallons of ice-cream" she didn't need to look at Caroline to know that she eyed her with scrutiny, but she carried on "I definitely know it's to do with magic, but I haven't really decided to look into it yet. I don't even know where to start—OK not entirely true, I'm just not sure...if I'm ready to look through my witch library just yet..." she trailed off staring into her soup bowl.
Caroline paced a few steps before doing a twirl on the spot, trying to decide on a response to her confession. "You were glowing Bonnie. And not like that after-sex—" Bonnie had to stop herself from making a cringed face "—or sun-kissed skin glow but actually glowing ...some kind of green" Caroline huffed in astonishment plopping beside her, face screwed up with deep thought. Bonnie gasped quietly, Could it have been the same green energy she saw when she was with Damon? Why did it only appear when she was around him? Was it some kind of strange warning aura? Then a resigned sigh was heaved, she couldn't keep avoiding it, she had to find out what was happening to her one way or another.
She was probably going to become a broke joke in a matter of weeks if she was going to replace her entire wardrobe, not to mention she was still trying to add up her inexplicable need for the notorious Salvatore brother. Maybe if she did a little home research and figure the whole thing out, she could deal with him. She felt Stefan's hand rub her shoulder in a comforting way as if he had read her mind, she found herself leaning into it.
"I know you've been avoiding your...magic lately" Caroline said quietly, her face softened from before. She swallowed, eyes lowered to the floor suddenly looking apologetic "God, I'm sorry, Bonnie. We've been draining you with our endless requests to help deal with all this—this..."
"Supernatural bullshit" Stefan finished for her, he too stared distantly at a patch on the living room floor.
A few seconds of silence went by before Bonnie let out a hearty laugh, she didn't hide the incredulous expression when she made a show of glancing at him and it didn't take long before him and Caroline chuckled along with her at his sudden passionate response. Bonnie's laughter died down and a tight smile settled on her face "You don't have to apologise you know, it's apart of who I am. Can't live with it or without it" and it was true, she found herself still living miserably without it. After that strange evening at the boarding house, she found herself even more frustrated at her sudden impulsive behaviour and irritation at him for taking advantage of it. Why did he want her? All it would usually take for him is a smirk and that twinkling look of mystery in his eye and girls would be throwing themselves at him.
They sat in silence again for a while, each of them absorbed in their own thoughts and reviewing the events that passed that evening.
"Bon, was Damon watching you undress?" Caroline's questioning tone destroyed the silence quickly.
Then the spluttering and huffs began "Wha—Care! What are y—Why would you—"
"—Just checking"
Xxxx
It was going to be a good day for Damon, a damn good day and he was going to make sure of it. He didn't know how or why, but Bonnie Bennett's kiss was still fuelling the flames of want that licked within him. His body had tingled and ached for the last three days without her presence and it pissed him off to no end. Of course he wanted to try and corner the witch again, after their last encounter he was left feeling both unfulfilled and dismayed at her sudden collapse into a long sleep.
It wasn't that she was not enough for him but, it was the fact that he couldn't get enough of the infuriating woman. The weeks that went by after the night at the boarding house was probably only a taster of the long struggle to fight the pestering images those enticing emerald eyes lambent and rich with desire for him. It was disturbing just how many times he had to relieve himself to images that pounded in his head, soft skin that heated at his touch, muffled whimpers and the soft flesh between her thighs that overflowed with her nectar.
He twitched impatiently.
And it didn't help when he finally cornered her looking delectable in a skin tight sweater. By then he was far too consumed in his lust to play the waiting game and allow her to succumb to his charms on her own. The beast within clawed at him inside, demanding to be let free, ordering him to get her alone, rip every item of clothing off her body and fuck her into next Sunday. What scared him was that a simple push further was all it would take. Every small movement she made, groans of annoyance at his audacity, if her voice even changed pitch all made his previous dead member twitch and tremble to life. He had to have her then, there were no ifs, ands or buts.
But the harsh concept of reality couldn't wait to bite him in the ass straight after. Damon panicked at the sudden lifeless naked body weighing down on him. Too many questions and so little time. A wave of relief washed over him then when he felt her breathing, but still a very sticky situation it all was. Both metaphoric and literal. It took him at least fifteen minutes to recollect his faculties and it was only extreme luck that Elena found him just in time. Not a lot of heavy acting was involved, he was just as flummoxed as she was when she hurriedly attended to the sleeping witch. However, there were a lot of 'Are-you-sures' and 'did-you-see-anything-at-alls'. If anyone suspected that he may have had a hand in her sudden prolonged nap, all hell would probably break loose. There was a time that he was hanging by a thread and truth be told, he wasn't even sure if he was back in safe waters.
As a passionate, sometimes hot-headed and precarious man, he often found himself doing a lot of things an arguably sane person wouldn't do. As the centuries came and went, anxiety and responsibility seemed to become more of a myth. He did as he pleased, when he wanted and to whoever he wanted to. And Bonnie Bennett just so happened to become a victim. It was decided that keeping his distance would be a good idea, but here he was a couple days later. Hot, bothered and stuck with his tongue out.
He groaned quietly and leant further on a nearby tree, closing his eyes in thought. Who'd of thought it'd be the witch that manage to entice him in such a way that drove him to scheme outside her house. This was where years of fighting, constant bickering, taunts and sneering led to. Damon reopened his eyes back to the view of Bonnie's house and it only made him annoyingly anxious. He was literally ten feet away from an afternoon of unadulterated sex yet he had been stood rooted to the spot for a good fifteen minutes replaying his visual plan.A plan that wasn't really much of one at all. It involved him doing some good will and dropping off some clothes Elena picked out for her, being his usual sexy, irresistible and dashing self.
Then the rest would be history.
Sounded correct and easy to follow through. Only problem was that he was finding it hard to function around her. A sigh here, an eye roll there and a flick of those bouncing curls made him quiver and tremble with want. If he wasn't careful, he might forget his own identity and whisk her away to a remote island where he could take her a million times. He snorted at the thought, leaving Mystic Falls with Bonnie Bennett. They'd probably fight over directions, who's driving, and a million other ridiculous things before they even got in the car. And he'd enjoy every minute of it.
"Guh" he shook his head slightly, he did not just think that.
It was time to man up and claim the prize. Cooly, but determinedly, he strolled towards her front door and he almost stopped dead in his tracks. He heard low, muffled groans and immediately grew suspicious. They didn't sound like ouch-I'm-in-so-much-pain groans, they sounded like oh-my-god-don't-stop-groans and he should know, being familiar with them and all. She would never be this careless with her safety. Unless... No way. He couldn't imagine her being touched by anyone else, writhing with pleasure, gasping, biting her lips.
Just like that a sudden possessive feeling consumed him "BONNIE!" he cut his imagination off dead in it's tracks before he forgot who he was and kicked down the door, for him to only be tossed right back. Damon was aware of the crazed look in his eyes, but kept it well in place until he heard a small scuffle and a patting of feet approaching the door. The door was opened a little wider and he was met by the goddess, who looked a little too flustered for his own liking. Cheeks a pale red, her chest was heaving and only drew more attention to her cleavage in a clingy purple tank top. There was a slight sheen to her face, which could only be sweat.
Slightly breath-taken, he dared to question "Are you okay?" and he only wanted to breathe a sigh of relief at her response. Bonnie grinned widely up at him, eyes aglow with a warm emerald tint "Zumba kicked my butt, but I'll live" she responded breathlessly and low. Damon wanted to slap himself, it was only then he noticed the black skin hugging shorts she was wearing and of course when shorts-shorts Bon was involved, fitness was too. They looked a whole lot tighter than usual. The exposed skin made his palms twitch, he wanted to rub those silky soft thighs and make her sigh those sighs that drove him mad. And just like that Damon completely forgot why he was there, he swallowed to keep his composure.
When did this suddenly become hard?
Bonnie's smile never faded as she backed into the house, twirling on the spot to lead him in "Come in, Damon" she purred. A twinkle in her eye told him that she wasn't in her usual 'witchy' mood and actually looked a little more relaxed. He didn't hesitate and strode in, following her and the tremendous work of art those shorts accentuated. Before he turned into a wild animal and went in for the kill, he noted that she was swaying her hips, walking at a slow pace intentionally.
Was Judge Judy's protege actually trying to seduce him? He completely put his pending erection on pause and really wondered what was going on with her. After Bonnie's longest sleep ever, he was worried and he wouldn't normally admit it, but he was also scared. There was some type of energy with them in the dressing room, he'd of course connect it to her magic, but he never thought it was something of great importance. And as drool-inducing, manhood-hardening and heartbreaking her body was, it wasn't the Bonnie he was introduced to a few years ago. The old her would pop his brain cells a thousand times over before shamelessly flaunting her ass in front of him. Damon did a double-take, she probably would to make him suffer. He quickly pursued Bonnie and grabbed her wrist, almost beaming in pride when he felt the bracelet he gave her draped around it. He twirled her back slightly, forcing her to face him and his self control almost slipped.
Biting her lip, she stared up at him with heavy lidded eyes that didn't even hide her want. His eyes refused to look away from those full lips, but he promised himself he wasn't going to be a complete animal "What's going on with you?" he asked barely above a whisper. She was just an inch away from his face and he was almost blown away when she gently placed her lips on his own, kissing him before drawing back for a second to remove his jacket, making him drop the brown box in the process.
"This is" she said whispered before kissing him again and making him lose it. He responded just as fiercely and reckless, tasting every corner of her mouth. He was gone. But this is what they both wanted, he was sure of it and wasted no time picking her up and drew her in closer so she could feel how much she awoken him. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, there was no doubt that this was the beginning of something surely sinful, but too addictive to stop. And there was no way in hell he was stopping. Charms and enchantments be damned.
/Later that day...
No one could say Elena Gilbert lacked morals, had no empathy for others, was too difficult to reason with or was too much of a snob to care. But, what everyone could say about Elena Gilbert was that she cared a little too much. Maybe she did, but it was not going to stop her from taking care her best friend. Being wracked with guilt for the past couple of days was hell and she'd have her wonderful boyfriend to thank for that. Stefan insisted that Bonnie needed her own space and time to herself to think things over. He was too damned sensitive sometimes. Elena scoffed, she knew what Bonnie needed and it was a friend who was going to be there in her time of need to the very end! She was going over with ice cream, magazines and more left over clothes she had picked up from the mall and no one was going to stop her.
Elena highly doubted anyone had contacted Bonnie within the last few days, she had entrusted Damon to drop some clothes off for her but knowing him, he was probably using the package as a paper weight or something. But, she'd leave that up to Stefan because tonight was about the girls and maybe she'd invite Caroline over. Granted they did have their differences in the beginning of the whole mess, but they could still fix it. Elena could still admit she was irritated at Caroline's outburst and questioning the nature of her and Damon's relationship the other night. Elena knew of the struggle they had keeping their relationship strictly on friendly bases—hell everyone did.
It was no secret Damon had feelings for her and regardless of what everyone thought, he'd find a way to let her know. And that's when she had to let him know, she could not and wouldn't abandon Stefan for feelings she's not even sure of. Elena couldn't deny that both brother was apart of her life and had been through so much with them, she couldn't bare to hurt either. Now, Damon was by no means dangling on a string but she wasn't going to cut him loose. Just for everyone's peace of mind and her that anyone's safety would be in danger or anything. She sighed at the idea of Damon hurting Bonnie, there was no vindictive of malicious intent behind their trip to the mall. It was a little too nice of him, something she chalked up to him trying to get back into her good graces. To try and show her he was capable of being a nice guy and not always a self centered, sarcastic asshole.
Still, she didn't doubt that deep down, he was a good man.
Plus, after she kinda dropped the ball and hounded after a retail assistant for some darling shoes she wanted in her size, Damon and Bonnie seemed to be getting along a whole lot better that afternoon. In fact they disappeared altogether. She lamented on that last thought "Huhm..." she mused, some strange things have been going on lately to say the least. She decide to put away her Nancy Drew hat for now as she neared the front door of Bonnie Bennett's home. "That's odd.." she noted the door was only partially closed and wondered what caused Bonnie to be so careless. Regardless, she let herself in and silently padded her way in and almost jumped at the loud groan coming from the living room. Was Bonnie in trouble? She hurriedly, but cautiously followed the sound, grabbing a discarded shoe she found on the way. Not exactly her first choice for a weapon when it came to defending herself, but it'd have to do.
It looked like a struggle had ensued with Bon and someone else, Elena's heart leapt in fear. Maybe it had to do with all the strange things that'd been happening to her lately. Elena bit her lip nervously, she shouldn't have left her alone, not after all the drama in the last couple days. Everyone should've come together on a Bonnie Watch, no excuses. But now it's too late, she could hear whimpers coming from behind the wall she chose to conceal herself with.
It was now up to her.
She immediately turned the corner to face Bonnie and the culprit, but instead she was met by a sight that made her stomach drop about eleven thousand feet. She didn't think they could even notice her being 10 feet in front of them. Of course not, her friend's eyes were currently closed in pleasure as she bounced up and down on top of her boyfriend's questionably unhinged brother. Elena was frozen and couldn't stop looking at the active scene in front of her, especially Damon's reaction. Eyes closed, wild panting and loud groans that vibrated throughout her body and she couldn't help but feel sick. She backed away slowly as he began to avidly thrust up to meet Bonnie's movements and her soft groans became very loud moans.
Elena hid back out in hallway, but the sound of slapping flesh mixed with pleasure filled noises assaulted her ears and only painted the picture again. Was this real? She risked another peak and this time their eyes were open, fixated on each other's. She could only glare with minor jealousy as she watched her friend's breasts bounced along with her movements, her mane loosely cascaded partially hiding her hardened nipples while Damon held onto her hips tightly, like his hands belonged there. Elena thought she was having a bad dream and couldn't shake the image of Damon's eyes, staring up at her best friend like she was a rare jewel. She didn't realized that her jaw was still practically touching the floor, she had to collect herself. No, she had to get out of there. It was impossible. How could they both do this to her?
Xxxx
She was definitely pissed. A screech there, a smash there and yell of frustration here confirmed everything Stefan Salvatore had been suspecting ever since his girlfriend marched through the door with a sneaker in hand hyperventilating. Elena was now pacing in front of him, hands on her hips, cheeks red, hair tousled and eyes blazing. He had never been more attracted to her than now, but that would have to wait until he resolved all of this. When earlier he tried to ask her the problem all that came out was a string of unrelated words.
Them.
Trust.
Time.
Crazy..
Stefan wasn't stupid and he had a good idea of what she probably saw. He sighed, cursing his brother's actions. Damon should know better than to carelessly display what he and Bonnie had been hiding for months now. No one would be able to come to grips with it quicker than himself. The whole thing was inevitable after all. He turned his attention back to his fuming girlfriend and decided to try again. "Elena.." he almost jumped at the speed she spun round to face him at. She didn't respond and instead waited for him to continue, which he did. "Tell me again, what did you see?" He sat comfortably in the kitchen, waiting for her response that had a 99 percent chance of being a loud, pained yell.
"They were fucking" her tone was laced in ice, yet flames of fire licked within Stefan. He stayed focused however and bit down a laugh before asking in his softest tone "Who were fucking?" Elena screamed, recognizing that Stefan was mocking her "Stefan this is serious!" her voiced boomed loudly "Bonnie and Damon were out of control! Something must be wrong!" Stefan then let it all out, laughing heartily and proud. Elena stared in disbelief as he sobered up a minute later, wiping tears of mirth away.
"You see babe, when two people really like each other—"
"Stefan, I swear to God—"
"—They sometimes need to release it on each other" Stefan continued unafraid by her threatening tone. When she didn't respond, he pushed further "And maybe that's what you need right now" he finished with a wicked grin. Elena's jaw dropped again as he got up from his chair, making his way towards her and begun pressing her into the kitchen counter. Elena stammered in shock before getting herself together "I just saw two of my friends who are supposed 'enemies' having sex on a couch and you think a good bang can fix it?!" she all but yelled.
Stefan was certain what Elena saw was more than just the average 'oops-walked-in-on-you' moment. This was Bonnie and Damon, two people he has witness have multiple earth-quaking, glass shattering, fire appearing fights. And he knew whenever they were doing it, they made it no secret to anyone. The whole world would know. Basing on everything he's observed between the two, he concluded that one day behind closed, locked, titanium doors, they would battle it out once and for all only to end up in each other's arms breathless and fulfilled. There was something amazing about them to him, how two beings could hide their inner raging desire of one and another behind animosity for so long. And knowing his brother, he thrived off a challenge and would gladly get under Bonnie's skin just so he could prove he had an effect on her. Stefan could only imagine what Elena saw and by the shock on her face, it was something raw, explosive and reckless.
A small smile spread on his lips "Admit it, you thought it was hot". Stefan accused her in the cockiest tone, anyone would think he'd been taking lessons from Damon Salvatore himself. Elena's hand was itching and it wanted to connect itself to her ass-boyfriend's cheek, but she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. "Stefan. In case you haven't noticed, I'm pissed the hell off. I'm far from turned on" she swore she was close to having a stroke and had to calm down if she didn't want to end up in the emergency room by the end of the day. Stefan gently swayed her in his arms much to her confusion, perhaps he was finally being supportive.
"Why?"
"Because—Well—It's betrayal!"
"How?"
"I—They—" Elena paused for a second, she really had no idea she was upset. She just felt betrayed, being denied a secret so important to their long had it been going on for? Did they always have these feelings? Were they just pretending? The final question made her feel sick inside. Had Damon moved on? Elena imagined them laughing at her behind her back, at her still thinking she had been hurting Damon all this time. She didn't want to think like that, Bonnie is one of her closest friends. It's Damon she shouldn't trust, maybe he was using her as a distraction, trying to forget about the pain that she caused him in typical Damon fashion. Stefan snapped her out of her reverie "Elena...?" he waited.
"I just don't want anyone to get hurt" she murmured to herself, not wanting to admit she was uncomfortable with it all. She buried her face in Stefan's chest "God, it's gonna be awkward seeing them regularly without thinking about what I saw" Stefan held her closer for moment in silence before speaking again.
"Do you know how sexy you look when you're angry?"
"Stefan! What has gotten into you?!" Elena couldn't help but laugh a little, but still outraged. He responded by kissing her "They're adults" he remarked after. He then kissed her again "And so are we!" with that he picked her up and made his way to the stairs "Now let's have some adult fun" Elena could only gape at him half shocked, half excited. He must've been reading her romance novels again.
Xxxx
It happened again.
She let the swaying, pulling voice in her head take over and allowed it to convince her that taking whatever she wanted was best. This was indeed the second time she'd hear the familiar voice. After she surrendered to her slumber, she was welcomed by a sweet, melodic voice that could only belong to a woman. Bonnie could barely remember the arbitrary piece of information involving someone she'd often refer to as 'my love', but it'd make her wonder. But it all presented itself like any other dream she had would, unrealistic and lasting only ten minutes. Or so she thought. There was always one specific dream that'd appear, where she'd be floating amongst the clouds in the sky.
She'd assume she was in a place that resembled a peaceful place loved ones no longer walking the earth went. And then she'd hear her, telling her that she needed him and to listen to herself. In other words, listen to the cries of her love starved body. It made no sense to her, yet it sounded like a good idea at the time and she obeyed. The deeper she thought, the more she started to become irritated. Turning over to glance at the nude man in her bed, she felt a slight awkwardness wash over her. This time she had to face the aftermath straight-away without a short slumbers breaking her fall.
"Is that for me?" Bonnie asked after a few moments of silence went by. Her eyes landed on the forgotten brown box Damon brought up about three sex matches ago. Truth be told she didn't notice it until they had a short break, where they were to have a shower and clean up together. He disappeared and reappeared in no time with the box, she had been in the shower waiting patiently and then it happened. Something inside her awakened and they didn't get much showering done at all, it was like there was a mysterious force telling her she needed him and everything else could wait. "Some clothes. After you left us for while, I helped pick some things out" he wriggled his eyebrows suggestively and Bonnie chuckled "I know Elena wouldn't let you pick any of my clothes" she rolled on top of him and pinched his nose, to his annoyance.
He batted her hand away "And what if I'd snuck in something a little risqué?" he smirked devilishly, making her body react in wonderful ways. "I'd feel compelled to take it back" she whispered teasingly before adding "The whole point is to cover up, until I figure this out" she suddenly sat up. He did along with her, studying her face carefully "Do you even know what's going?" he saw her shift in her position before adding "I mean, I'm glad you didn't faint on me again. Boy, was that awkward" he cringed a little at the flashback of his slight panicked state. Still inside of her and not even completely recovered from his climax, anyone could've burst in mistaking him for a necrophiliac. Completely the other way around. He paused.
Wait...
Bonnie nodded in embarrassment, her hair falling in her face as a makeshift curtain to hide her shamed expression. She remembered being so overwhelmed, feeling like the tiny room was quaking, walls were being broken down. A million shocks and waves were descending through her body, she was weakening every second that went by. A silent minute passed before she spoke "It all feels so familiar, but I don't know how or why" she paused for a second "I've ruled out it being some sort of charm already" Damon raised a brow, slightly skeptical and pointedly stared at her naked form currently hidden away by a strip of sheet "Well that's a very big jump". Bonnie nodded in despair "Yes, yes I know. But who'd want to charm me with—well, bigger everything?!" Damon shrugged with a stoic face "A creepy uncle?"
She crinkled her nose in disgust.
"Whatever, I'll figure it out. I'll admit, I do feel happier" She felt strange admitting it to Damon of all people, but it was only because she had a weird feeling in her gut that he had something to do with it all. For the first time in a long while, she was doing what she wanted without worrying about consequence. Which wasn't necessarily a sure way to live her life, but it was a whole lot easier than the usual way she was doing it before. She felt his arms wrapped around her waist and giggled to herself as he drew her closer to his side. She glanced up at him and she felt the butterflies rising up and scattering around in her tummy again. He had a way of making her feel like she was the only person in the room or like the brightest diamond in room. Special. That's the word, he made her feel special. What was happening to her? A sudden force took over her body, she stretched her arm out and cupped the side of his face, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He looked surprised by the gesture and she froze suddenly, realising what it probably felt like. She didn't want to pull back, but she didn't want to freak him out either.
Saved by her cell, she sighed with relief when she heard it ring loudly and jumped out of the bed, letting sheets the fall and frantically searching for it. "Where's my phone?" she bent over, head ducked and ears stuck to the floor as she tried to listen out for it. Damon was no help, simply enjoying the view "God almighty, you could bounce a quarter off that thing".
"Shut up!" she hissed. Finding the phone buried under her shorts, she answered quickly "Elena, hey!" Bonnie almost choked on the too cheery tone she presented. Clearing her throat she tried again "What's up?" she cringed a little, Bonnie hoped her friend wouldn't notice the obvious breathlessness that surrounded her greeting. "Bonnie! You gotta come over! It's an emergency!" Elena crowed on the phone in a hurry. Bonnie's brows creased in concern, of course when she's feeling a little happy in her life, it all has to be destroyed by something else. She cleared her throat "Elena, what's happened?" There was a short pause. "You just gotta get over here now, hurry" the call ended before she could even respond. Fearful and anxious, Bonnie immediately scrambled into action. She didn't know what was going on, but it sounded urgent and life threatening, by the sounds of it, Elena couldn't talk too much.
She turned to face Damon "We gotta—" she cut herself off in mild surprise, the previously nude from head to toe vampire was now dressed back in his blue shirts and jeans, complete with his jacket. God only knew how he found them, the way they frantically undressed each other earlier ensured that some of their clothes were going to be lost for at least a decade. Damon shrugged "Sounded important" he suddenly took on a half serious tone, slowly advancing on her until their faces were only an inch apart "To avoid extra awkwardness... I'll see you there" and just like that, he was gone. And she was alone again.
Bonnie quickly swept the pitiful thought away and searched for clothes to put on. She only hoped she'd make it to Elena in time.
A/N: *sigh* I'm sorry :( Ha! I don't think anyone's still keeping up, but if you are here, you have many thanks. I think gave up on this chapter, changed it so many times. Argh! But I started this and dammit, I'm gonna finish it.