AN: What's this, another update? You damn skippy! Lol.
Enjoy.
Bonnie was trembling from the moment she left the library to the time she entered the kitchen, the magnitude of what happened just starting to hit her now that she was no longer in Damon's presence and was able to think rationally.
He'd kissed her. And she'd allowed it to happen.
Oh god, why did she do that?
It was such a stupid thing to do and not to mention very dangerous.
Her and Jamie staying together as a family rested solely upon him. And by crossing that line with Damon she'd potentially put them in jeopardy.
By letting Damon kiss her, Bonnie had inadvertently opened up a can of worms. What if now he was going to be expecting certain things from her and when she refused he put her and Jamie back into foster care out of spite?
Oh god, what was wrong with her? How could she have let this happen? She was way smarter than this!
What had she been thinking? She should have stopped him. In fact, she should have left the fucking library the moment he offered her alcohol. There had been ample opportunity to remove herself from the situation. But she hadn't, and allowed her curiosity and raging teenage hormones to override her good sense.
Stupid, stupid girl!
Shit.
What had she gotten herself into?
Bonnie ran her hands through her hair, her hands coming to rest behind her neck as she leaned her head back, her eyes gazing up at the ceiling.
This was bad.
Bonnie huffed, releasing a heavy breath.
She dropped her hands from her neck and leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to think. Oh god, how was she going to fix this?
Strong arms circled around Bonnie's tiny waist and she jumped.
Damon pulled her flush against his body. "It's okay…it's just me." He said, nuzzling her neck with the tip of his nose and breathing in the fresh scent of her.
The girl froze as he held her from behind.
"Trudy just left, now we can pick up where we left off."
He began kissing her neck. Bonnie nervously licked her lips, trying to figure out what to do but before she knew it, he turned her around, capturing her face in between his hands and began kissing her, drugging her with his lips.
Her mind reeled from the havoc he was creating inside of her body, but she knew she had to put a stop to this and not let it go any further.
She placed her hands at his wrists and pulled away, breaking the kiss. She shook her head, looking up at him pleadingly. "Don't."
Damon was breathing heavy in spite of himself. He was so turned on and he hadn't even put his tongue inside her mouth and really tasted her yet.
"What's wrong?" He said, trying to pull himself together. Maybe all that alcohol he'd consume was finally starting to take effect.
"Damon, we can't do this. You're my guardian. This is not right."
He wanted her so much and his desire was making him not see reason. Damon didn't see a problem. Hell, it wasn't like he was of blood relation to her or some shit like that, and in his frustration he said as much.
"Yes Bonnie, I'm your guardian not your fucking father…so what's the problem?"
The girl flinched at his callous words.
Damon looked at her and realized what he said. He turned his head, swearing under his breath.
"Look, I'm sorry okay…I didn't mean to say that."
She hugged herself, looking away.
Damon bent his knees so that he was at eye level with her and caressed her face, trying to get her to look at him.
She turned her face away again. "Hey don't do that. I said I was sorry."
And to Bonnie's horror she began to cry, her emotions taking over her all at once.
Damon briefly closed his eyes. He straightened his knees and pulled Bonnie into his arms, hugging her.
He sighed.
She wasn't ready for this. For him.
"It's okay. You don't have to do anything that you don't want to." He said gently, caressing her hair soothingly.
Bonnie closed her eyes, relief washing over her.
Damon ended up leaving the house not long after that and Bonnie tried not to let that worry her, so to occupy her time she made dinner and for dessert she baked a chocolate cake for Damon's birthday, wanting to make up for what happened that afternoon.
Three hours later, Bonnie and Jamie ended up eating dinner alone because Damon didn't come home.
For dessert, she gave him a small bowl of ice cream instead of cutting into Damon's cake that sat undisturbed on the kitchen counter.
After dinner, Jamie was lying on the floor watching a movie in the living room while Bonnie sat on the sofa with her legs pulled underneath her, reading a book.
A little after ten o'clock they heard the front door open and shut.
Bonnie looked up to see Damon walk into the living room and he wasn't alone. He had company. Vicki Donovan to be exact.
His arm was thrown over her shoulder as she leaned into his side; they were all into each other, laughing intimately about something.
Bonnie's eyes slightly widened for a moment and she swallowed hard. And when the couple finally looked her way, the girl tried to smile. "Hi."
"Hey Bonnie." Vicki spoke from Damon's side, her arm around his waist.
Bonnie forced herself to look at Damon. "I left your dinner on top of the stove just in case you were hungry when you came back."
"Thanks." He said.
Bonnie nodded her head and went back to reading her book, the words on the page all running together at that point.
Jamie shot up from the floor. "Happy birthday Damon, look I made you a card!" He handed it to the vampire.
Damon rubbed the boy's head. "Thank you buddy."
He smiled, still excited. "And Bonnie baked you a cake!"
Piercing blue eyes went to the girl sitting on the couch. "Is that true Bonnie…you made me a cake?"
Bonnie shrugged, looking at him for a fleeting moment. "It was no big deal, Betty Crocker."
"Chocolate." The boy chimed in.
Damon just kept staring at Bonnie and the girl could feel his eyes on her but she didn't look up from her book.
Vicki gently squeezed Damon's side to get his attention and he finally looked away from Bonnie and turned to acknowledge her. She gave him a sexy smile and whispered something naughty in his ear, her hand sliding down to rest on his ass.
Damon cleared his throat.
"I'll see you in the morning buddy." Damon said.
Jamie nodded his head and went back to his movie.
"Good night Bonnie."
"Nite." She said lightly, nose still in the book.
When she heard them go upstairs, Bonnie closed the book and turned her gaze towards the empty doorway.
Two hours later, Bonnie remained on the sofa staring at the television. Jamie had gone up to bed not long after Damon and Vicki went upstairs. For some reason, Bonnie didn't feel like going upstairs to her room.
Maybe it was because Damon's room was across the hall from hers and she didn't want hear whatever it was going on inside of his bedroom. This was an old house after all and she didn't want to take any chances.
After a while though Bonnie got up and went into the kitchen. She saw that the food was still on top of the stove, so she began to put it away, her mind returning to Damon for the hundredth time that night.
This was the first time since they'd been living there that he brought a woman back to the boardinghouse. Of course Bonnie wasn't stupid, she knew that Damon went out and had a good time; he was young and extremely handsome but up until this point he kept that part of his life separate from her and Jamie.
Was this his way of trying to get back at her for this afternoon?
And what about Vicki?
It wasn't that long ago that Damon was sleeping with her mother. From what Bonnie knew Vicki never once took up with any of the men her mother had been with. But come to think of it none of the men had ever looked like Damon Salvatore either. Maybe Vicki just couldn't resist.
Bonnie sighed as she placed the top onto the Tupperware in front of her.
She opened the refrigerator and was placing the leftovers inside when she heard someone come into the kitchen. Bonnie looked back and swallowed hard when she saw that it was Damon and he was wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and his hair was wet like he'd just taken a shower.
"You still up?" He asked, knowing damn well that she was, having listened to her move around down there all night.
"Yeah." Bonnie said. Looking away.
The chocolate cake, his cake, was still sitting out on the counter so Damon walked over and took the top off.
She'd written 'Happy Birthday Damon' in really pretty cursive writing in white frosting. He dragged a fingertip across the bottom of the cake not wanting to mess up the writing and he tasted the frosting.
Bonnie closed the refrigerator door, preparing to leave.
"Where you going?" He said, not looking up from the cake.
"It's late. I'm going to bed."
"Stay and have a piece of cake." He said, looking at her.
"No thanks."
Damon looked at the clock on the wall. "It's still technically my birthday. I can't sit here and eat cake by myself. It would be pathetic."
Bonnie smiled in spite of herself and after a moment, Damon heard her exhale even though it was light.
The girl nodded her head. "Okay."
Damon opened the cabinet above his head and pulled out to small plates and then grabbed a clean knife from the wooden holder. He cut them two big pieces.
"You want some milk?" He asked.
Bonnie shook her head.
He shrugged. "Me neither."
He opened the drawer to the silverware and took out two forks. When he was done, Damon picked up their cake.
Bonnie sat on a stool at the kitchen island and Damon sat down her cake and took the seat next to hers.
"Let's dig in." He said, sliding his fork through the moist cake.
He put a huge bite into his mouth and chewed like he was ten years old. "It tastes pretty good considering it's from a box." He said, taking another bite.
No one had ever baked him a birthday cake before and it didn't matter to him that it came from a box.
It was still special.
Bonnie was quiet beside him.
"Did you have any Chemistry homework tonight?"
The girl swallowed the cake in her mouth before answering. "Yeah… but I was able to do it."
"That's good…if you want I can check over it before you hand it in."
Bonnie turned to him, nodding her head. "Thanks."
"No problem."
Their eyes locked and Damon's gaze slowly dropped to her mouth.
She looked away.
It was quiet for a long moment.
Bonnie couldn't take it anymore. "It's getting late. I better go upstairs." She said getting up.
"Yeah." Damon agreed, thinking that was probably a good idea. "Thank you for the cake." He called out.
"You're welcome."
Damon sat there and listened until he heard the soft click of Bonnie's bedroom door closing shut behind her.
As the days turned into weeks Vicki Donovan seemed to become a permanent fixture around the boardinghouse. Hell, she'd practically moved in. The only time she wasn't there was when she had a shift to work at the Grille. And because of this Bonnie began spending more and more time away from the house and with her friends.
And this created problems between her and Damon.
It got to the point where all they did was argue. The tension was always so thick whenever they were in the same room together. A few times Vicki had to literally step in between the two to calm things down because it looked explosive.
Once it had really gotten out of hand and it changed everything.
Bonnie had went to a party in the woods after a football game and it had turned cold and all she was wearing was her cheerleading uniform, so of course she was freezing her ass off. But Jesse had come to the rescue, seeing that she was cold and gave her his varsity jacket to wear. He'd just come up out of nowhere and slipped the jacket around her slender shoulders without saying a word and walked back over to his friends. Bonnie put her arms through the sleeves and buttoned the coat all the way to the top.
Throughout the night, Bonnie kept looking over at him. That was a really considerate thing for him to do. And the fact that he didn't make a big deal out of it left an impression on the girl more than anything. When she got ready to leave Bonnie gave him back his jacket and thanked him. He was very nice and told her that he couldn't just stand there knowing that she was cold.
Maybe she'd misjudged him.
When she got home, it was a few minutes past her curfew. She walked into the house and Damon and Vicki were in the living room watching a movie.
Bonnie was going to go straight to her room but Vicki stopped her by asking her who won the game. So of course, she couldn't just stand out in the hall, so Bonnie walked into the living room and suddenly Damon tensed.
He looked Bonnie up and down, but she ignored him while she talked to Vicki about the game. But when Damon stood up and began walking towards her, she looked at him then.
For a moment Damon didn't trust what his nose was sensing so he got up and moved closer to Bonnie and sure enough she had a boy's scent all over her. And of course, Damon thought the absolute worst.
Images of her making out with a boy in the backseat of some car kept flooding his mind. He just kept seeing some fumbling teenager putting his grimy hands all over her and he was starting to seriously lose his shit as he glared at her wide eyes, taking it as a sign of her guilt and not the fact that he was approaching her with what looked like murderous intent in his eyes.
"What the fuck have you being doing tonight?"
Both girls gasped at the same time, his tone was that harsh but neither one knew why he was so angry.
For a few seconds all Bonnie could do was gape at him.
"What have you been doing?" He repeated, getting in her face, his nose flaring when the boy's scent became even more pronounced.
The girl finally found her voice. "Nothing." She said backing up, her pretty face frowning in confusion by his behavior.
"You've been letting some boy feel you up?"
Bonnie's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? No!"
Stop lying because I can smell him on you, Damon wanted to say but didn't.
"I don't believe you." He gritted out, instead.
"And I don't care…I know what I did and didn't do…and whether I did or didn't do anything it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
"LIKE HELL!" He growled.
Okay this was definitely getting out of hand, so Vicki got up and went over to them. "Damon stop this…what are you doing?"
His dangerous gaze swung to her, sparing her the briefest of looks. "Stay the fuck out of this!" He snapped.
She jumped back, her eyes widening.
What was going on? All Bonnie wanted to do was leave and go up to her room. "I'm so out of here." She said, turning away.
And to everyone's surprise, including his own, Damon reached out and grabbed Bonnie really roughly by the arm, yanking her back to him.
"You're not going anywhere?!" He growled.
And just as quickly as he grabbed her Bonnie slapped him really hard across his face and the loud smack silenced everything in the room.
The slap, slapped some sense back into Damon's head and he realized what he'd done and he let her go. He could see the imprint of his hand marring her smooth caramel skin.
Bonnie was breathing so hard. "Don't you EVER grab me like that again or I swear you'll get more than just a fucking slap to your face!" She screamed.
The angry girl then ran out of the room but instead of going upstairs, she went out the front door.
Bonnie didn't have anything on her as she walked to Matt's house in the dark of night. Her phone and money were in her bag and she'd stupidly left it on the stairs when she came home. She didn't even have her fucking coat.
She'd been walking for about ten minutes with her arms folded under her breasts, when she heard a car behind her. Bonnie looked back and it took a moment for her to realize that it was Damon's blue Camaro.
Bonnie began to run.
She heard the tires come to a screeching halt behind her and she began to run faster, her heart beating so hard that it felt like it was going to burst from her chest.
But in literally seconds, he caught her.
"Let go of me!" Bonnie screamed, trying to pull away.
Damon could feel how cold she was. She was freezing and her teeth were chattering. This alone made him feel like a no good bastard because his behavior drove her to this.
He pulled Bonnie into his arms even though she was still struggling against him.
"I'm sorry." He said, cradling the back of her head with his hand. "I didn't mean to touch you like that."
He pulled away and held her face between his hands. "I'm sorry okay. That will never happen again." He said, looking directly into her eyes so she'd know that he meant it. His face was sorrowful.
Bonnie looked so confused as she stared up at him, not knowing what to believe because he was so hot and cold at any given moment.
He gently caressed her beautiful face and leaned down, kissing her. Gently at first, but when he didn't taste anyone other than her on her lips Damon growled deepening the kiss and he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth for the very first time.
Oh God help her. She was drowning.
His kiss was warming her body like nothing else could and Bonnie moaned. Damon's mouth became demanding as he lost himself in the kiss.
The girl shivered in his arms and not from the cold this time, but that was enough to bring Damon back to his senses, realizing she was freezing. He abruptly but reluctantly broke the kiss, licking his lips and loving the way she tasted.
Her head was spinning.
He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose before pecking her swollen lips one last time.
Bonnie swallowed hard, trying to get her bearings.
"Let's get you out of this cold air." He said, taking her hand.
The car ride back to the boardinghouse was silent except for the sound of the heat blasting through the vents to warm Bonnie up.
She didn't know what to think about what just transpired in the last half hour. Her and Damon arguing, him grabbing her, her hitting him, him chasing after her, them kissing; it was all just a big messy blob inside of her head.
When they finally got to the house all Bonnie wanted to do was go to her room and soak in a hot bath, but when she opened the front door, Vicki ran out of the living room and hugged her.
"He found you! Thank God. I was so worried."
Bonnie heard Damon close the door behind them and moments later he walked into her line of vision and their eyes locked.
Bonnie didn't look away as he just stood there and silently stared at her.
And for the first time in months Bonnie thought about that wolf like dog with the eerily blue eyes and a shiver ran down her spine.
