AN: Hey guys thanks to anyone who is keeping up with this story! If you have any ideas/suggestions I would love to hear them! Also, if you're enjoying it let me know, a little encouragement always helps the writing flow ;) this chapter kind of got away from me but writing drunk bamon is so fun I can't stop. I'm sorry for the language too btw but like I said drunk bonnie = blunt bonnie.

Bonnie Bennett was a lightweight. She knew it and now Damon knew it too.

"Take it easy there Bennett" Damon suggested as he watched bonnie stumble across his living room eventually colliding with the couch.

Bonnie ignored him taking another sip of bourbon straight from the bottle she had claimed as her own. "Sorry Damon we can't all embrace alcoholism the same way you have (have the tolerance of a vampire)" she slurred with a smirk on her face.

Damon wasn't listening anymore, his focus landed on the newly exposed caramel skin of Bonnie's upper thigh. Her skirt must have ridden up when she collapsed onto the couch. Had her legs always looked so long Damon wondered to himself, for someone so petite her legs seemed to go on for days.

Bonnie looked up to see Damon staring at her, or more specifically at her legs. She couldn't decipher the look in his eyes but she decided that she was just drunk enough to tease him for his lingering gaze.

"See something you like perv?" Bonnie asked with a cocked eyebrow.

Damon's eyes flashed up to meet hers as if he just realized he'd been staring. He was caught off guard by the taunting tone in Bonnie's voice. Talk about a role reversal Damon thought to himself. Usually he was the one making Bonnie squirm in discomfort. He must have really rubbed off on her because she was playing the part perfectly.

"Nothing I haven't seen before" Damon quipped back.

Although witty, Damon had to admit this statement was untrue. In terms of showing herself off bonnie seemed utterly disinterested. At least in front of Damon. The thought of her showing herself off to any of her male suitors made Damon's skin crawl in a way he wasn't sure he understood.

Bonnie scowled at him, clearly mad he had ruined her fun "Rude and also a lie" she declared.

Damon smirked "whatever helps you sleep at night bon bon".

Bonnie rolled her eyes in response. She was too drunk to dwell on the topic and she figured that arguing with a seemingly sober Damon would be a lost cause.

Suddenly Bonnie shot upright on the couch. "I have an idea" she squealed, eyes sparkling.

Damon couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic display of excitement he had just witnessed.

"And what might that be bonica magica tragically without the magica?" Damon asked adding in an elaborate nickname to irritate her.

Bonnie frowned at the nickname but Damon could tell it was half hearted.

"We should play never have I ever" she announced.

Damon laughed, "Bonnie you really don't want to play that with me, because trust me there is nothing I haven't done" he stated, wiggling his eyebrows at the innuendo.

Bonnie made a gagging sound. She was annoyed that Damon felt the need to make everything so sexual but she had to admit in some ways that statement had intrigued her.

"What if we settle for truth or dare? Will that satisfy your judgy needs?" Damon asked, recapturing Bonnie's attention.

A slow smile started to spread across her face, "I guess it'll have to do" she responded coolly trying to hide her excitement.

"Alright but if we're doing this, I'm going first" Damon decided. "So, Bonnie, truth or dare" he asked in his most ominous tone.

"Dare" Bonnie responded without hesitation. Damon had been sure she would pick truth, he had already been planning the embarrassing question he was going to ask her, so her sudden response threw him off.

"Alright bon, I dare you to… take a shot" he paused, "a body shot" he decided finishing his sentence with a sly grin.

Shit. That was the first word that came to mind when Bonnie heard the dare Damon had chosen for her. She knew truth or dare always had a tendency to get sexual but she should've known that playing with Damon would be like jumping into a shark's tank.

Part of Damon had expected bonnie to ream him out for even suggesting the dare and the other part of him was waiting for her to revert back to truth so she wouldn't have to do the dare at all. What Damon had not expected was for bonnie to hop of the couch with a simple "Okay".

Bonnie tried to approach him quickly so she could get this over with but her drunken state wouldn't allow it so instead she stalked slowly over to where he was still standing.

"Well what are you waiting for? Lay down" Bonnie requested. Damon's eyebrow shot up at the command. He had never seen this side of Bonnie. It must be the alcohol he thought to himself.

Damon decided he was going to make this as excessive as possible. He grabbed salt, a lime and a bottle of tequila. He walked over to the table and swiped it clean allowing anything that had been left on the table to come crashing to the floor.

Bonnie simply watched as Damon propped himself up on the table. Eventually laying on his back. Bonnie grabbed the bottle of tequila and poured herself a shot, hands shaking a little bit as she prepared herself for what she was about to do.

Damon looked a little too smug for her liking so she decided that if she was going to do this she was going all in, hoping to make Damon squirm at least a little bit.

She made sure each movement was slow and precise. She lifted Damon's shirt exposing his pale and undeniably muscular stomach. She could see V lines where his hips jutted out and a small strip of hair leading from his belly button down into his jeans. She didn't allow her mind to wander, instead she picked her targets. Salt on the treasure trail. Shot on the belly button and lime in the mouth.

She slowly began to pour the salt onto Damon's exposed stomach and for a second she almost thought she saw him shiver. She brushed it off and continued her work. She placed the shot glass and then she quickly moved up towards his face placing the lime in his mouth being careful to avoid actually touching his lips when she did this.

Damon wasn't sure whether to be impressed or frightened by the level of determination with which bonnie was approaching her current task. Lime juice stung his lips as he leaned his head to look up at what she was doing. "Thinking of backing out?" he teased in a voice that was jumbled by the presence of the lime still hanging out of his mouth.

Bonnie looked at him like she had just been challenged to a fight, "No" she scoffed, "Just waiting for you to be ready" she said.

"Why wouldn't I be read- "Damon started to ask but never got the chance to finish because suddenly Bonnie's tongue was on his stomach, dangerously close to the zipper of his jeans.

She licked the salt off his lower stomach slowly taking her time. She could feel Damon tense under her touch which only encouraged her to keep going.

Once her tongue had finished the job she grabbed the shot glass in her mouth with her teeth and threw her head back. The tequila pouring down her throat hardly left a sting which told her that she was even more drunk than she had originally thought. I guess that explains why I even agreed to do this in the first place she thought to herself because hell would have to freeze over before her sober self would agree to take a body shot from Damon fucking Salvatore.

She was in the home stretch. Placing the shot glass back on Damon's stomach she moved towards his mouth that was still holding the lime. His eyes bore into her, following her every movement and she noticed that they looked significantly darker than they had when she had started this whole process.

Bonnie leaned in towards Damon's face focused on her target, the lime, which just happened to be surrounded by a set of soft looking Salvatore lips.

Get it together Bennett, she thought trying to focus herself. She knew she would never hear the end of it from Damon if she backed out now. What…are you scared you'll fall in love with me bon? She could practically here his voice taunting her like he was in her head.

She wasn't sure whether to close her eyes or to keep them open as she leaned in towards Damon's lips. She opted for open to avoid any accidental touching. What she hadn't considered was that Damon would keep his eyes open as well.

So, there they were, her lips inches away from his, quite literally staring into each others eyes. To anyone else she was sure they would look like lovers. She cringed at the thought and quickly grabbed the lime with her teeth breaking the tension of whatever moment they had just been having.

She couldn't quite peg the look on Damon's face but it seemed like he was both entertained and disappointed simultaneously.

Damon wasn't sure what to think. Bonnie Bennett taking a body shot off him had been slightly more erotic than he had expected. Its not that he thought bonnie was unappealing or unattractive, in fact having to smell her everyday knowing he couldn't have a taste was its own form of torture. He had just never seen her… how could he put it? show off what that mouth can do he thought to himself.

Although it was true he made a mental note to never say those words to Bonnie, because even without her magic he was pretty sure she would find a way to blow his brain to bits.

Bonnie sucked on the lime looking rather satisfied with herself. Ha she thought to herself one dare down zero more to go because there was no way in hell she was letting Damon make a fool out of her again.

"Okay you're turn" Bonnie chirped as if she hadn't had her lips centimeters away from Damon's only a second ago, "truth or dare Salvatore?"

Damon sat up with a smirk on his face "Truth" he sang, his grin growing as he saw Bonnie's face fall.

She had been sure he would pick dare so she had no questions in mind. Her forehead scrunched trying to think of a question that would make Damon squirm. Damon is too loud and waaaay too comfortable with himself to be embarrassed by a simple question Bonnie thought to herself.

Then it hit her, the perfect question. She knew that she was just drunk enough to ask it (and hopefully not remember that she did in the morning) so she didn't hesitate.

"Alright Damon, tell me the truth" she started, "Have you ever thought of fucking me?" she asked making sure her question was as vulgar as possible.

She had been going for shock factor and it had worked. Damon sat in front of her jaw hanging open, stock still.

I can't believe she went there was all Damon could think to himself.