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Bonnie could swear that as she was sleeping that she heard the song Let's Get It On playing. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Damon was lying on top of her sleeping, with his hands wrapped around her waist protectively. His hair was drenched and matted against his forehead and while he slept he smiled. She raked her hand through his hair, which caused him to stir and he whispered her name. She felt his desire grow again and wondered how long they were going to be there. Bonnie felt a stabbing pain course through her legs and it was as if thousands of ants were crawling in her veins.
"Damon, Damon," she said, shoving him.
His eyes fluttered open and he smiled at her, and in his eyes there was a mixture of bliss and euphoria, however quickly they changed when he sensed her panic.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"My legs they're numb, they're asleep," she said.
Damon tried to massage her legs but he couldn't reach them. He adjusted his legs but that didn't really help much. Frustrated he pounded his fist in the air, air? Damon turned to look at Bonnie with amazement in his eyes. She looked back at him and he saw that she was angry, but then she sighed in relief.
"You idiot," she said. "It was open the whole time."
"Oh now I'm the idiot," he said, "excuse me but if someone didn't make me so tired," he said, smirking.
"Get off me," she said. "How long was it open?"
"Doesn't matter, how would I know anyway?"
Suddenly at that moment the coffin closed and both looked at each other wondering what the hell just happened.
Bonnie was going to pound her fist into Damon's jaw, when he stopped her.
"You-''
"Shhhh," he said, putting his fingers against her lips.
"Why didn't you get off me?" She said against his fingers.
"Why do you think it closed?" he said.
"How would I know?" she asked her voice with a hint of her anger.
"Since we were here what have we been doing?"
"Well we kept bickering and then we you know."
"So I'm thinking," Damon said, "that when we got along it opened."
"So you're saying that in order for it to open again we have to-," she said uncertain.
"I think so," Damon said. "It wouldn't hurt to try. C'mon you know you had fun. Fun, Fun. Damon said tapping his hand against the coffin. " I can make you feel good and you know it," Damon said, whispering into her ear.
What the hell? He was already inside of her might as well go for round two.
"But if does open, we stop okay and get out as soon as we can."
"Of course," Damon said, nuzzling against her neck. Damon's eyes glowed as he dipped his head to kiss Bonnie. They shared a heated kiss and heat went through both of their bodies. Bonnie met him with ferociousness and Damon kept drawing her deeper, tangling his tongue with hers and sucking on it. His throbbing erection inside of her was so pleasurable and when he started to move inside of her the sensations were intense and superb that for a while she forgot about her legs.
Damon moved rapidly each time going deep inside of her. "Check," she sighed against his lips.
He nodded and broke the kiss and sure enough the coffin had opened.
"It's open," he said, still thrusting into her.
"Let's get out then," she said in a raspy voice.
"But we didn't come yet," Damon said panting.
"Let's get out," Bonnie said, even though she longed to have another incredible orgasm.
"Ah man," Damon said, slipping out of her and putting his length back into his boxers.
They looked at each other hesitant, knowing that as soon as they got out of the coffin that what they had experienced had changed them forever. They had managed to get along here, now they were going back to their "normal" lives. Damon climbed out of the coffin, greeted by darkness. He then lifted out Bonnie carefully and carried her.
"I promise to buy you another cardigan," he said, looking at the cardigan he had ripped up along with his shirt. Now where the hell were they anyway? Damon surmised that they were in some sort of cave. He blindly walked for a while before deciding to use his cell phone as a flashlight. The tingling in Bonnie's legs started again and she felt so weak. Damon kept walking, frustrated that he didn't finish what he had started in the coffin. Bonnie was the best lover he had ever had and that's saying a lot. He looked at Bonnie and guessed that she was sleeping because she had been so quiet. Now he began thinking that he was never going to get out of this maze when he literally saw the light at the end of the tunnel. He walked toward it and that was a ten minute walk. When he finally made out he could see that it was still night time.
"We're here," Damon said, stopping in front of Damon's house.
Bonnie awoke looking at her door and then back at Damon, who was shirtless.
"Thanks for everything, for saving me," she said, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.
Damon took Bonnie's keys from her pocket and opened her door.
"Invite me in," Damon said, pleadingly.
She was hesitant.
"Oh please," he said, "you already invited me in somewhere else," he said his lips curving into a smile.
She was going to be reminded of this until the day she died. She let out a frustrated sigh, "Damon come in," she said. He rushed up the stairs and set her on the bed gently.
"So," Damon said.
"Yes," Bonnie said.
It was the elephant in the room. "We made love," Damon said out loud and Bonnie looked around as if anyone else was around.
"Um, Damon, you know you said that whatever happens in the coffin stays in the coffin. I don't want to discuss it."
"Ever?" Damon said his eyebrows narrowed but something was pricking at the sides of his eyes and he blinked before any water could come out.
"Please not tonight," Bonnie said, grabbing her perfume on her nightstand and spraying it on.
Bonnie checked her messages on her phone, while Damon listened with her.
Message 1: "Bonnie, where the hell are you? Call me as soon as you hear this!
Message 2: You little liar, Bonnie. What boyfriend have you run away with? Be gentle.
Message 3: Bonnie, Elena and I are really worried about you. Please call, Damon's gone missing too, but who cares about him.
This statement caused Damon to smirk.
There were twenty more similar messages from all of them. Bonnie checked her watch; it was too late to call them now, so she decided to send each of them a text. There was an awkward silence between them and Bonnie stopped looking at him and massaged her own legs, which started to feel a little better. Damon sat at the edge of her bed and was about to say something when his eyes widened and he smiled slyly, because he was thinking about what they had done and he had to admit he wanted a repeat right now.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"Nothing, Bonnie I."
Then there was a knock on Bonnie's door. Both pair of eyes darted to her door.
"It's Elena," Damon whispered.
"Bonnie, I'm coming in," Elena said.
There was no time for Damon to get out, so he just slipped under Bonnie's bed.
Elena came in, rushing over to Bonnie and hugging her. She broke the hug and then inspected Bonnie.
I really appreciate all you for reading this and I hope that you enjoy it. If you have any suggestions, comments, concerns or questions do not hesitate to PM or Review. Thanks again. Should Damon come out from underneath Bonnie's bed and reveal himself? Why also, I don't know if any of you caught this, but why didn't he hear when Elena came in from downstairs with his super hearing? Promise to tell you in the next chapter who put them in the coffin? Who do you guys believe did that to them?