Sorry everybody for taking my sweet time at getting this out. I had been struggling trying to get out some smexy Bamon, but as usual my muse has a mind of her own so this is what came out. Maybe next time?
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I am Ready for Love (India Arie)
Damon laid on the bed his body in flames. He was conscious that Elena was with him. But it was not her that he saw. Instead of wide brown eyes he saw green eyes narrowed at him in their normal glare. Instead of olive skin he saw mocha colored skin and full pink lips. He thought he would be happy that he had finally gotten Elena in his bed instead all he could see is the witch. Why her? Why would he see her face when he had his ideal right here?
Bonnie thought her heart stopped when she looked over at Jeremy's lifeless body. She knew she could fix this. She had to save him somehow. As she and Alaric drove to the old witch house she prayed and tried to calm herself. Somehow the image came unbidden; his face came into her mind. He was wet from the sweat of his fever his body wracked with pain. Bonnie tried to push the image out of her mind; she didn't need to be thinking about the vampire while Jeremy lay dead in the backseat of Alaric's car! Why would she see him at a time like this? What was wrong with her?
Damon closed his eyes and regretted all the things he had ever said to his brother. The blame that he had laid on his shoulders. He was responsible for all of his choices after the first one. He needed him to know that he was sorry. "Tell him I'm sorry" Damon whispered brokenly. He heard Elena's sobbed reply and felt a measure of peace that at least his brother would finally know that he had truly forgiven him. He felt the cold press of the towel against his forehead but it might as well not be there for all the good it did. Damon found himself wishing that another woman was here with him instead of the one he had gone looking for. He wished he had seen what was right in front of his face instead of chasing after dreams.
Bonnie held Jeremy in her lap begging the witches to help her. What good was being able to channel their power if she couldn't help him? This was not supposed to happen to him. He had only been trying to help! "Please, help me!" She screamed to the room. "There will be consequences" she heard them whisper in her ear. "I don't care…!" Bonnie yelled. "No" the witches said. "Emily please…I love him!" Bonnie felt the truth of her words, but it wasn't the man's face in her lap that she saw when she said the words it was a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes and cocky smile that flashed before her as she said the words. She tasted the metallic tang of her blood in her mouth as and the tears streak down her face. She was doing this for Jeremy! Right? She loved him not that asshat of a vampire! She barely even liked him. She felt relief and guilt as she began to feel Jeremy stir in her lap. Bonnie caressed his face and smiled down at him.
Damon felt Elena lay her head against his chest. He needed to believe that he was capable of saying it about someone. "I know its Stefan and it's always going to be Stefan. But I love you. You should know that." Why were those words sticking in his throat? They felt so wrong. He closed his eyes seeing her beautiful green eyes as they watched him. He remembered her warm body as he had finally got to hold her during their dance. He remembered how their hands never seemed to unlink and how happy…truly happy he had been in that moment trading barbs with each other. He felt a pair of lips touch his in a light kiss and he almost hoped it was her lips and not the girl in the bed with him but he knew. He couldn't be that lucky. "Thank you." Damon whispered because he had nothing else to say. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Damon heard Katherine's voice from the doorway. Now this was just getting weird, what was she doing here? He felt the vial close to his lips and he tasted the power in the blood that poured down his throat. As he felt Katherine's cool hand run along his cheek, he knew that he had finally let her go and his obsession along with it. He looked at the two women he had claimed to love and realized that he had loved neither only what they represented. He knew now who he would find real love with. If she would take him, well now he had the time to find out.
"It would be weird for you not to feel a little weird. I mean you did just come back from the dead." Bonnie said to Jeremy with a small smile on her face. She was so happy that he had come back that she had needed to speak to him. She wanted to tell him of the consequences that her actions might have caused, but she didn't know them yet and there was no need to cause a stir just yet. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Goodnight Bonnie." Jeremy said. "Goodnight." Bonnie was more relieved than disappointed that he had not told her he loved her. She wasn't sure if she could say the words to him convincingly after what she had realized in that house. She loved someone else. How could this have happened? Considering that they didn't even really like each other. How had this connection come about? She would push it down too and deal with it another day. She just wasn't ready yet.
Sorry it's so short and if the wording and scene set up is not accurate sorry. I hope you all enjoyed it. Oh thanks for all your reviews they have been so much fun to read and reply to. This is a two part story so I will be uploading it within a day or so. Any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own since I didn't check over it like as well as I normally do.