*This chappy didn't come out as smooth as I intended, hope you still find it pleasing. I do hope you noted the change in rating, no so much for this chapter but for what is to come. Again, I don't have a beta so sorry for any mistakes. Thanks as always for reading.*
Her skin looked warm and soft against the red of the distracting dress. When he'd viewed her the first time that evening swathed in her finery, she nearly stole his breath. The normal sluggish beat of his heart sped to that of someone alive and on the world's fastest rollercoaster. How he longed to slide the material off and lick every inch of her skin, some parts repeatedly.
Stefan's parting words still buzzed in his in his ears many moments later as Bonnie moved off the floor with Scott. From his vantage point on high he had a great view of them in a semi secluded corner. Damon's grip tightened on the banister, the wood creaked under his hold. Damn, if he didn't get over the need to punch Bonnie's date he was going to have to shell out a fortune to replace the antique that was fracturing under his white knuckled grasp. Then glory of glories, Bonnie slipped away from lover boy and when Scott didn't follow, things finally fell into Damon's favor.
Bonnie was hot, furious and hot. The instant she could pull Scott to the side she assured him they were done completely. Bonnie would no longer play the doting girlfriend for his impolite self from that moment onward. She had no desire to even be friends with him after his high-handed behavior. He had offered a small apology that only somewhat mollified her and though it wasn't quite amicable they separated ways civilly. She was free to sneak out through double doors to a balcony to get some air to cool off.
After the crush of people inside and the incessant music and chatter she was surprised to find herself alone. How had no one found this little respite? What a truly lovely view. It looked down over a garden accented by Greek statues. The ivy and flowers merged into a maze low lit by pikes of fire. Giggling couples found leafy nooks to get lost in, then became lost in each other. The whole setting below was rather whimsical. Had she ever been so carefree and in love as the oblivious people below fervidly chasing one another?
"One of these days you are going to learn that you can't run from me. Or is this all a ploy to get me alone?" Damon saddled up beside her with a condescending grin
"Contrary to the voices inside your head, not everything revolves around you." Bonnie smiled saccharine sweet back at him.
"Fair enough." He issued with a small shrug. "But Caterpillar lip should not have left you all by your lonesome."
Bonnie burst out into a fit of laughter and to Damon it was both insulting that she thought 'boy toy' should not be worried of losing his girl and sexy as hell that he was responsible for the bell of her laugh. Guess that was just his kind of kink.
"You can't tell me that he's not intimidated by me, that he doesn't sweat leaving his best girl unprotected with someone who looks…" His eyes caressed her up and down in slow detail "and thinks like me."
Bonnie's skin felt scorched from his burning perusal and the laughter died in her throat. Even though it was fairly dim out in the night his silvery eyes managed to catch the loving light and heat of the torches below and the flicker of the wrought-iron sconces on opposite sides of the double doors that led out onto the spacious balcony. Bonnie fought to get back to the subject and think less on how elegant and dashing Damon looked in his evening wear.
"It's not that, it's just I often think of shaving it off him while he sleeps." It was Damon's turn to let loose a full chested roar of guffaws and Bonnie wasn't sure she had ever heard him let go like that before. His grin could have been world-renowned. His variation from evil chuckle to amused humps was well documented in her internal Damon vocabulary log. Nothing had ever been this unrestricted, this free and she had gotten to see him with the love of his life. It enraptured her.
"Bonnie 'Mustache Killer' Bennet has a good ring to it." He issued with an endearing smirk.
"Hardy har har." His smile was infectious; she offered one of her own. She had missed this, missed their close friendship with inane talk and banter.
"What? I thought it sounded pretty vicious. Watch your facial hair boys, the witch has sharp scissors and she will use them when can't defend yourself." There went the eyebrow lift, one ebony wing arching up in the 'am I right or am I right?' display. It did things to her; she let loose a small shiver. His hands were immediately rubbing up and down her arms. Her skin instantly prickled from his touch.
"You're cold." He pried off his jacket and wrapped her up in it before she could protest. His heat and sent cocooned her, it was heady and thrilling. Under the expensive musk cologne was an aroma wholly and undeniably him.
"Such a gentlemen. Didn't know you had it in you." She mumbled softly.
"I don't. I'm about thirty seconds from pushing you into that wall and making you scream my name so loud the idiots playing hide and seek in the shrubs below will know exactly who's responsible for making you go hoarse."
Bonnie shot a hostile glare at him. "Very funny Dam…"
In a blink she was pressed between the solid wall and Damon's hard body. The sputtering glass encased sconce cast a shadow over his chiseled face and made his smoothed coif look inky blue black.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" He gave her no time to answer. His firm mouth smothered her. She was drowning in his kiss. All thought of stopping this mistake flew out of her head the moment his hot mouth peppered kisses on her forehead, cheeks and nose, rounded chin and on her closed eyes. His lips were soft on her upturned face almost loving but when they moved down her neck to the tops of her plump beasts peeking out from among the bodice of ruby velvet, the touch of his mouth was more demanding. He left moist partially open mouth kisses to mark her supple skin.
Bonnie pressed her palms to his chest to push him back but instead jerked his white tux shirt up from his pant so she could slide under it to get to his smooth skin. When she finally got her fingers on him they both gave a mutual gratified moan. She grazed a fingernail lightly over his nipple. He pressed his hips into her and she could feel the full outline of his hard length firm against her flat stomach. That brought a shock of fierce need all through Bonnie's tiny frame.
Damon could hear the roar of Bonnie's blood under her silky skin; could smell the sweet nectar just a puncture of teeth away. When the bouquet of her floral perfume fused with the zesty hints of arousal he fought down the intense desire to sink his fangs in and revel in her essence and luxurious flavor. He let himself nip at her skin playfully instead. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such painful hardness for a woman. She was just so soft, so yielding and her nails delicately scraping at his skin, her fevered return of his kisses made him feel like he had been on a three week blood binge. Hell, her skin felt amazing against his tongue and if she kept making those freeking breathy noises like that he was going to rip her clothes off right here just feet away from the waltzing socialites behind closed doors.
Bonnie couldn't breathe, didn't want to, if she inhaled the moment would pass and time would move forward. She wanted to hold the rushing feelings, the scent and feel of this moment for as long as she could. Damon sent a sharp nip to the same spot on her neck that he had ravaged so many years ago. Bonnie let lose an enthusiastic growl, amazed that she could feel such excitement after that encounter and the many more that came between them. Their history merely heighted the cacophony of emotions that she felt toward him. All of it boiled down to trust, affection, lust and love.
She was kissing right above the collar of his starched shirt, licking the divot of his neck. Her hands rounded to his back and she gripped, rubbed and pulled him close. When her nails bit into his flesh, leaving little crescent marks in his hide then tauntingly raked down she heard Damon make a muttered curse, felt his hand find the curves of her apple bottom. He lifted her up against the wall, her legs parted of their own volition and he nudged his pelvis right against her sweet spot. Her thin panties and his slacks were all that separated her wet fold from his thick stiff member. They rocked against each other needing to be so much closer. Tongues fused mimicking the desire to replicate the same sucking and stroking motion with other parts of their bodies.
Damon was nearly in heaven, had to be right on the edge. He cupped each perfectly round cheek as he used the wall behind her for leverage to push his swollen appendage against Bonnie's heat. He knew she was wet and he was sorely tempted to move a hand between her creamy thighs to find out just how soaked she was. He just didn't want to pull his crotch far enough away to wedge his hand between them, even if her locked ankles now clinching behind his waist would let him.
"UHmm UHmm. "
Scott cleared his throat. "I came to talk to Bonnie if you two can stop dry humping long enough to realize this is not the time or place and how much of a betrayal this is to me. I can't bel…" The tightly wound rubber band inside of Damon snapped. One moment he was dreaming about how good it was going to be to get inside his little witch and the next this annoying gnat was droning on and on and had the nerve to interrupt the near bliss he had found in Bonnie's arms. Damon's game face was on as he lowered Bonnie gently down his body then pinned the interloper hard against the door with a steely pale hand around his throat.
"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now. Never come between a vampire and what's his." Scott nearly peed himself. The oxygen was waning and he was close to the point of blacking out.
Bonnie made the stumbling steps it took to lay her crimson tipped fingers on Damon's shoulder.
"Let him go Damon. And scrub his memory then leave us to talk."
"But Bonnie.." he whined.
"I mean it."
"Fine! "He bit off, "But this isn't over Bon-Knee." he over enunciated at her before explaining to Scott that he was just walking outside as Damon was leaving. Damon gave one last leisurely smoldering scan over her hot little compact body before abandoning her to her idiot of a boyfriend.