A/N: I am still totally blown away by the fact that so many of you really like this little story. Gah, thanks so much for all the reviews! I've decided that this story will just all be about Bamon and Stelena and I won't be adding anyone else into the mix. Anyways, things get a little M rated in this chapter!
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Don't Forget To Think Of Me- Chapter Four
"Stefan, why did you send Damon to come look for me instead of you?"
"I sent him because lately it seems like he's able to get through to you in ways that I can't. You'll listen to him. You trust him, even when you can't trust me."
"I didn't mean to not…"
"Come on, Elena, I mean after everything that we've been through… You can admit it."
"You've been so strong for me. Helping me, fighting for that girl that chose you, the girl that I was when I died on the bridge, and I love you so much for wanting to find this cure. Because I'd like nothing more than to get her back, because the – the girl that she's become, that – that I've become is different, somehow. Darker. Who I am, what I want…"
"What you want, or... who you want?"
"Something's changed, between Damon and me. Much more than it ever used to be. It's like everything that I felt for him before I was a vampire…"
"Has been magnified. Your feelings for him have been magnified."
"I'm sorry. I don't want to lie to you."
"You know, before when I was the, uh, the Ripper, I understood why you cared for him. I mean, I practically drove you to it. But now... I can't do this, Elena. Not anymore."
"I know."
Elena gasped for air, her eyes shooting open as she looked around the room and exhaled heavily. It was just a dream...A very familiar and all too distant memory that she had held on to. She flopped on her stomach, trying to get comfortable on the couch. However, hours after staying awake and barely sleeping. She was starting to get irritated with her new sleeping arrangements and went in search of Stefan. His apartment was fairly bare, not many pictures of family or friends at all. Although, there was something comforting about his bedroom that seemed to entice Elena as she walked inside and knocked lightly on the door.
"What?" She could hear Stefan grumble out loud as he flipped over towards her and placed his hand underneath his head while staring back at her.
She was silent, not really sure why she had even came to look for him. Maybe it was the dream or maybe it was the fact that sleeping alone on the couch felt awfully lonely. "It's the middle of the night, Elena. Do you need something?" He asked with a bit of a softer tone, deciding that being harsh wasn't going to help this situation. She crossed her arms, rubbing them a bit as she shifted her weight and turned to leave without a word.
"Elena," Stefan paused with a loud sigh. She could hear him getting up from his bed, making his way towards her. His hand reached her shoulder as his fingers grazed her skin and suddenly it was as if a spark ignited inside of her from that one simple touch. She shuddered from the simple caress of his skin as she turned to face him.
"Wait." He told her, slowly taking a cautious step back as she turned to him and with water eyes, she looked at him directly. Her glazed over tears were threatening to escape as she stammered out slowly, nearly unsure of her own words. "You loved me. You loved me even when I loved someone else and then you drove me away, into his arms. Where I shouldn't have been..." Her voice cracked as she closed her eyes and finally allowed herself to cry while trying to remember the things that she felt so utterly confused about. She was frustrated with herself and all these puzzle piece like memories as she leaned against him and sobbed, clutching on to his t-shirt while he carefully wrapped his arms around her. Elena could feel the tension in Stefan's body escape when she pushed away from him and he cupped her tear stained cheeks, wiping away the fallen tears with his thumbs. "I told you what we were-." She cut him off, choking back her whimpering cries as she shook her head. There was no way in hell that she was going to believe that all they ever were was some stupid "high school romance."
"No!" She yelled at him, releasing herself from his touch as she glanced down at her hands and remember something, the necklace that she'd held on to for all these years and kept around her neck, there was a reason for it. There was a reason why she never wanted to take it off. It meant something to her, it signified some hope in her life that things would get better and for some reason, Elena knew that he was the one who had given it to her.
"You can't just brush this off and sweep it under the damn rug, Stefan! You and I have a connection. You mean something to me and for some reason, fate brought us back together again!" She yelled at him, clutching her fingers as they curled into the palms of her hands and she continued to furiously stare him down, tear his words into shreds because deep down in her gut, she knew that he was wrong!
"What do you want me to say? That I'm the one who gave you the necklace, the ring on your finger. Because, you're right. It was me, Elena. I gave you those things. Do you want me to say that I had dreamed of a future with you, a million times over in my dreams and I never once told you. That I loved you so damn much that I needed to let you go..." His voice trailed off as he angrily stepped in front of her, blocking her exit from his bedroom. He took a step towards her, bravely cupping her cheeks once more into the palms of his hand as he watched her close her eyes while he said in a much quieter and heartbreaking tone. "That I lost you and now that I found you again….I've been laying here in my damn bed all alone for the last five hours, trying to figure out how to get you out of my head. But, all I've been doing instead is drowning in my thoughts of you. How much I want you, all over again." Stefan admitted, feeling the air being sucked out of the room as her perplexed brown gaze met his and he leaned forward, capturing her lips against his own in a savory kiss that neither of them had even seen coming.
Elena backed away first, touching her tingling bottom lip and heaving out a breath. It was almost as if the wind had been knocked out from her lungs. Because she stood in front of him, speechless and wide eyed. Not really sure of what to say at all. Stefan watched her turn away, taking a step to his left side as she attempted to leave. However, his hand gently placed against her wrist and his thumb stroking her soft delicate skin, stopped her from leaving the room. Neither of them could face each other as he spoke. "I know that you're still really confused about all of this. But, I promise you that if you stay here. Stay with me tonight, that I'll help you remember."
"Stay?" She questioned his words, looking over at him after a few minutes of an awkward drawn out silence. Stefan nodded, sliding down his hand and intertwining their fingers together as he softly spoke again. "Stay with me, Elena. Just for tonight. We don't need to-." She closed her eyes when he squeezed her hand, leading her to his bed. Elena felt light headed as he moved the covers back and he stood in front of her, pushing a strand of her hair that had fallen out of place back behind her ear. He caressed her cheek in the process and cupped her face with the palm of his hand, examining the changes that the years apart had brought upon her features. She instantly closed her eyes, fear creeping up into her heart because she wasn't even sure if this was where she wanted to be. But, something about his hands and the way he kissed her earlier, made sense. It felt safe, familiar. It felt like coming home and there was no denying the feeling she now harbored inside of her.
"Are you going to kiss me again?" She asked, her eyes glued to his as her gaze moved down to the sweet taste of his lips and she took a hesitant step towards him. "Only if you want me too, then I will." Stefan replied, grinning a little while he noticed her cheeks were a beat red from blushing.
"I want you to help me remember, Stefan. Please, because I've been so lost. I'm so confused and I'm waking up with night sweats and these dreams that I can't even tell if they're a dream or reality. Please, help me." She was pleading with him, a helpless tone in her voice was ever so present as he nodded, carefully placing his right hand against her cheek while she closed her eyes and felt the cold feeling of his thumb sweep across her skin. "I loved you then and I promised myself that I'd move on from you. And, I thought that I could, I did for a while. But, no one could ever fill that empty whole in my heart that only you had left. Elena, you need to remember on your own. I can't force you to do it. I can't take advantage of you while you're like this. It wouldn't be right." He said, stepping away from her as she opened her eyes and looked around the room, feeling a sudden gust of wind where Stefan had stood. But, the moment she refocused her gaze on where he had been standing, Stefan was already gone.
"Stefan!" She yelled after him, running down the hallway and hearing what sounded like a broken bottle smashing against the wall in the kitchen.
"I didn't mean to upset you! I just want answers. Don't you understand? I want to know who I am because every single moment I've spent with you tonight has made me feel so happy. I've never in my life felt this whole, this alive. So, please.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed his hand was bleeding and his eyes became blood shot and dilated, veins formed around his eyes as he looked away from her, taking a deep breath to calm himself before he turned back around to tell her off again.
"You don't want me, Elena. I've done too many bad things." He was trying to deter her from himself. However, the more Stefan stayed detached, the more Elena was being pushed and pulled to him without any clear explanation as to why.
"I can't explain it, Stefan. I don't know what this is between us. But, I want to know. I want to feel something, anything. And, I think that you can help me do that. Please, help me not feel so dead inside." She stated, hearing him exhale heavily as he bowed his head down to collect his thoughts. Yet, after a few minutes of silence and just when he was about to rebuttal her words, Stefan felt her come behind him, wrapping her arms around his back and looping them against the front of his stomach. "Please." She urged on as she kissed the back of his neck, gently feeling him remove her hands. He turned around quickly, noticing that she was now leaning against the cold stainless steel refrigerator as she frowned at him, feeling a bit foolish. Stefan turned to face her with a bewildered look upon his stoic features, unsure of his own self control around her.
"What do you want from me? Huh? Why do you keep pushing me and why the hell won't you just leave this whole damn thing alone? Isn't it enough knowing that we used to have something and that now, it's gone?" Stefan spat out, staring her down as she locked her eyes on to him and yelled right back. "You're a god damn liar, Stefan Salvatore! You still love me, you never stopped!" She screamed back at him, swallowing down the fear she felt at what he would do next as he took his hand and slammed it flatly against the refrigerator door, just a few centimeters away from her face.
"Look me straight in the eyes and tell me I'm lying too. Tell me that you don't love me anymore! Tell me again that you feel nothing!" Elena hissed out, building up some more courage as he inhaled through gritted teeth and before Elena could spew out more words of hatred towards him. Stefan had pushed her up against the cool feeling doors of the refrigerator and was kissing her even more rougher and harder than before. Elena moaned as she felt his hand traveling up against her bare thigh. She was wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of lace underwear that she had changed into for the night. The feeling of his skin against hers made her weak in the knees as Stefan hoisted her into his arms and slide her body on to the counter top in his kitchen, knocking over a spice rack and an old newspaper in the process. He kissed her feverishly, moving his hands underneath his own shirt as watched Elena lean her head forward and towards his shoulder when she whispered in a soft tone against his left ear. "I'll stay with you for as long as it takes for us both to feel something."
Their clothing was scattered across his bedroom as Bonnie turned towards him, staring up at the ceiling, she exhaled heavily. "This was a mistake, a complete and utter disaster will come of this." She commented, pushing her naked body up from Damon's mattress as he turned his head to glance over at her. He was smirking, trying to hide the fact that for a split second he was actually happy with her by his side. However, it all quickly faded with Bonnie's words.
"Why do you think us sleeping together was a mistake?" He asked, reached out for her as his hand rested against her wrist and he pulled her back into him, kissing her cheek sweetly and whispering how beautiful she was in the illuminated lights coming from the windows of his bedroom.
"Because, you and I. We're like fire and ice, Damon. You stir things inside of me that scare the living hell out of my heart and soul and I chisel away tiny ice fragments within that dead beating heart of yours." He heard her confess while she watched him climb back on top of her, raising her arms above her head as he worked his warm and wet lips against her neck, then her collar bone. Bonnie bit down on her lower lip, stifling a moan as she turned her head and closed her eyes. The way his tongue nipped and scrapped against her neck made her back arch forward as he kissed her skin and she ran her fingers through his jet black hair. "Damon" She breathed out in a breathless tone, attempting to fight him. But, she knew that within a matter of seconds, it would all be a losing battle and she'd be under his spell once again.
"Damon, please..." She begged, pleading with him to touch her and end her misery when she felt his lips ghosting across her breasts, his tongue swirling around her aroused nipples. Bonnie Bennett was sure that her heart was going to give out and that she'd go to heaven, this just hadn't been the way she thought she'd ever go down.
"He grinned greedily against her body, moving his wet and hot breath all over the front of her until he finally reached her navel. That's when he stopped to finally look up at Bonnie who was clearly being effected by his touch. Somewhere in the last few hours, she had placed her light purple panties back onto her body and Damon frowned a bit. He watched her eyes flutter close as his teeth grazed against her hip bone while he tugged off one part of her panties without using his hands at all. "I want you so bad." She exhaled, closing her eyes as she buried her face into the pillow and moaned out his name. My god, he was going to be the death of her and for the oddest of reasons, she was enjoying every minute of his torment.
"Mhmm..You taste sweet and you look like heaven, which is a bonus." Damon murmured, kissing her hip bones as the fabric of her underwear slide down her body and he trailed his tongue from side to side across her skin, leaving no part untouched or unattended.
"Damon, don't make me beg you." She stammered out with an uneven tone. Her breath was faltering, her skin was set a blaze and Bonnie was withering underneath his every movement.
One more touch, she thought and she'd burst into flames.
"Beg me for what?" He teased, his dark blue eyes glistened as he tugged off her underwear completely now and Bonnie spread her legs even more, arching her back forward as every muscle inside of her ached for him to make his move. She wanted him here and now and she didn't want to wait any longer because if she did, she was going to implode.
"Damon, you know exactly what I want. I want hot, sweaty, make me forget my own name, steamy sex with you." She purred, lifting herself up as she pulled his face away from her pelvic region for a minute while her eyes met his and she leaned forward. Bonnie kissed his lips, hungrily. Damon growled inside of her mouth, this time the kiss was rough and exotic and he loved every single minute of it. He pushed her back into the mattress, Bonnie's hands ran down his back as she placed them on to his bare buttock. She smiled to herself when he groaned a bit when he slowly set the pace between them. Closing her eyes and keeping her lips against his to silence her whimpering, Bonnie relished in the movement of their bodies. The sweet way his hands ran across her sweaty skin and the way his mouth licked the salted tears off of her cheeks as he sunk deeper inside of her and she cried out from pure pleasure. There was nowhere else that Bonnie Bennett wanted to be right now than in the moment with Damon, feeling his muscles tense and arms pull her close as he kissed her sweetly and whispered how he'd grown fond of her. How much she was beginning to change him and how he was slowly beginning to fall for the witch.
A/N: Oh the progression of Damon and Bonnie's relationship is going to be an interesting one. Also, my stelena heart wanted to explode..Anyone else feel the same way?
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-Until Next Time!-
