As weeks passed Damon and Bonnie fell into a rhythm. They hung out together a lot. They kissed a lot. They bickered, a lot. To much degree things hadn't changed. Damon was still a cynical vampire who drank from the vein. Bonnie didn't ask him to change and he didn't offer to. Not once did he take a human to the brink of death. He took enough to sate but not enough to over indulge, well not often. He still swung back liquor and took verbal stabs at Caroline, darkly teased his brother, said things just to annoy Bonnie. If his usual crushing comments lacked some acidity and he was caught smiling more, no one made a big deal out of it.
Bonnie became use to the flirty treatment Damon dished her way. She grew even more comfortable with flirting back. She had zero problems with curling up on his end of the couch, falling asleep on his chest and not freaking out when she woke up wrapped in his arms. Damon was never openly demonstrative; his affection was shown by an escorting hand at the curve of her back when they went places, or under the table stroking her knee when they sat side by side at a diner. He stuck to calling her Bon or Bon Bon, 'Bonnie' was reserved for expression of irritation or arousal, occasionally during heated make out sessions 'my little witch' would be ground out in a grunt. It would have been strange for him to call her by some common pet name. There was no pressure to get her back in his bed but he made known it's exactly where he wanted her. Perhaps the most perfect example of just how Damon was feeling about Bonnie was his eyes never appraised another girl, his mouth turned them down, his posture always seeked her out when she was in the same room but not next to him. It wasn't that he didn't notice when a woman was attractive, it was just that it was a flicker of attention before his sight and mentality pull back to Bonnie subconsciously.
For Bonnie's part she trusted Damon more than any other person in the world. He was her best friend but she knew one should not kiss their best friend the way she kissed him, one should not want to keep her best friend hand cuffed to the bed while she tongued him until he broke through his bonds, tossed her down on the bed and fixed the perpetual ach she had between her legs. She daydreamed every single day of slipping him in her mouth. Night dreamed about him reciprocating.
Back at the Salvatore boarding house while pouring a generous glass of bourbon Damon was having very similar thoughts as well. He was desperately trying not to dwell on just how right she felt molded to him. Knowing that despite wanting Bonnie again he had struggled shut down his need to go down that path again, he was holding back for so many reasons. His conflicted feelings made him want to beat the pulp out of someone, anyone. So distracted was he that he didn't catch someone had entered the room with him.
"Ok, I'm tired of waiting. What is going on with you and Bonnie?" Caroline popped off.
"I knew I should have changed the locks." Damon tossed over his shoulder without turning around.
"I mean it Damon. Strangely enough I catch myself repetitively thinking that you are good for each other."
Turning with brows lifted in surprise Damon muttered "That must have killed you to say."
"You have no idea."
"Does my brother know you are here?"
"Of course not he told me to stay out of it."
"Hm who knew he was capable of some good advice⦠for those who choose to listen."
"Spare me Damon. I'm not here to talk about Stefan. I'm here to talk about your plans with Bonnie."
Damon leaned back casually against the table crossing his long legs at the ankle, giving the air that he wasn't disturbed by the flaxen haired Valkyrie trying to chew him up. She didn't know how very close to the chained rabid dog she was wandering.
"You realize this is none of your business."
"Someone has to watch out for her. We ALL made her suffer in the past. She sacrificed herself time after time for everyone. And as much as she has changed and has started looking out for herself she's still the most fragile of us."
"You be the one to tell one of the most powerful witches that she's fragile," he paused to take a sip of the amber liquid in his glass "I dare ya."
"I know you're an ass but don't play dumb. Her history with men is horrendous."
"I'm impressed horrendous is in your vocabulary but go on." He tilted his head imperiously at her.
"Her dad abandoned her, her one real boyfriend practically cheated on her with a ghost and almost every guy used her for or get to Elena. You are probably using her as your last link with Elena yoursel.."
He was on her in a blink, he held her a foot off the ground, hands around her throat just enough to keep her from finishing her bitchy words. When he spoke it was deadly tranquil. There was a lunatic dancing behind his icy blue eyes.
"I realize you care about her but let's get something straight. Bonnie Bennett is no place holder for anyone. I will kill anyone who tries to use her for any other means than to just to rub some of her goodness onto them." He dropped her but stared her down with menace.
She glared back at him while rubbing her neck tenderly. Her movements slowed then stopped. "Oh my God. You love her."
Damon's glacial gaze burned colder, eyes narrowed with threat. "This conversation is over and I suggest you keep this talk to yourself." He chugged the rest of his bourbon, slammed the glass down on the table and went in search of his witch, changed his mind and went looking for Stefan.
-/-
Bonnie arrived at the Salvatore boarding house at five til seven. Damon had shown up at her home around eleven that morning and issued an invitation for a date. Well it had been more like him standing at her door, sun glasses on and an irate pinched look on his face. "You me, Godfather marathon seven o'clock, you bring the popcorn." Dumbfounded she had mumbled an ok. Then he had stomped off her deck, hoped in his car and took off. She knew something had been eating at him and he wanted to find the words to talk to her about it. Dreading that it was a talk about their burgeoning closeness, she felt rattled. She immediately called Caroline to help her figure out what to wear and help her decipher Damon's agitation. Caroline was distracted and acting weird on the phone but she promised she would be there in two hour to help her figure it out. Feeling even more twisted up about the oddness of Caroline and Damon, Bonnie did something she couldn't ever remember being comfortable doing. She called Stefan. Even he had been a bit edgy but eventually their short communique led to a dead end.
When Caroline arrived she was even more animated than normal. She helped Bonnie pick out a knee length black lacy dress. Bonnie argued that it wasn't a date date but Care insisted so she caved. When her blond bestie demanded on curling her hair in soft waves that compliment her now longer brunet tresses, apply some black kohl to accentuate her green catlike eyes and smooth on some crimson lipstick, Bonnie figured it would be easier not to fight her and just go with the flow. She smothered the part of her that wanted to look sexy for Damon. The part that wished things with Damon was a little more set in stone. As an unexpected finishing touch Care had handed her an insulated carrier with a bottle of chilling Riesling inside.
"I hope you don't mind but I let myself in as usual." She offered as she glided into the room. Damon was bent over rifling a poker through the fire place wood. His black jeans pulled tight to his caves as he squatted. The material of his matching ebony fitted t-shirt looked downy to the touch but the way it clung to his chest and his biceps made her prefer to touch him.
"Casa de Salvatore is always open to" He has finally got a look at all the lusciousness that was Bonnie Bennett. His pink tongue poked out and swiped over his suddenly dry lips. His normally artic irises turned liquid silver as he drank her in from head to boots.
"I brought the popcorn as requested.
"So you did." He stood up, leaned the poker on its rest without taking his gaze off her.
"I'll just go into the kitchen and get it started." She could feel his eye follow her as she left. That settled that. Care had totally overdressed her.
Shifting his already swelling cock Damon knew it was going to be a long night.
It had already been a long day. After he had left Caroline he had sought out his brother. His intention was to condemn him for the actions of his girlfriend. It had definitely started that way. Once the door had been opened he had veered straight for where Liz had kept her secret stash. Caroline must not have found it yet because it was exactly where his old friend had left it complete with a pair crystal cups as if knowing one day he would need it. So of course he toasted the iron lady Liz Forbes first before setting his sights on demolishing the rest of the bottle without prejudice. He was still smarting over the conversation with the younger Forbes.
"Damon what are you doing here?"
"Hey, she can came barging into my house. I figure it's only fair if I do the same." He offered a wan smile.
"What did she do now?" Stefan gave a long suffering sigh but the spark behind his eyes belied his affection for the debutant he had finally made his.
"She had the nerve to ask my intentions of Bonnie." Damon growled through clinched teeth.
"What are your intentions with Bonnie?"
"Eu Tu Stefan?'
"It's a valid question Damon."
For a long minute neither brother spoke again.
Stefan was the first to breach the pregnant pause. "I suppose it would be impossible for you to love Bonnie."
Damon's back stiffened up and his eyes flashed daggers at his brother.
"Why do you say that?" He tried to play it off as a casual query but something in him rebelled against the matter-of-fact statement made by Stefan.
"I'm not saying Bonnie isn't pretty awesome in her own right but you my brother have a type. I don't think she meets those standards."
"What standers would those be?" Damon asked deceptively calm. Something about his brother making Bonnie out to be lesser was really pissing him off for some reason.
Stefan merely offered a shrug before speaking again. "I'm not denying there is some affection between you. Caroline said I would have to be blind not to notice the tension between you two but you aren't consumed by her. That is how you have always seen major attraction that forms into love. In comparison to the women you have passionately loved Bonnie is just sort of, sweet."
"Are you kidding? Bonnie is a badass of the first order. She might come off as sweet, she can be, but I swear sometimes she has snow in her witchy veins. I've never met a woman who can verbally slap me the way she does, infuriate me to no end. She drives me crazy. I'm thinking about her all the time. What is she doing, why isn't she doing it with me, is she at least having a good time, is she happy, what can I do to make her smile, how can I not hurt her? When that thing laid her out it scared the hell out of me. Any maybe I don't feel the constant need to be all over her and be distracted from everything to get into her pants but that doesn't mean she isn't worthy." Noticing he had gone off on a mini rant, Damon practically bit his lip to keep from talking.
To busy his hands Damon handed Stefan the second drinking glass.
"Maybe it means she's more worthy?" Stefan offered with inquisitive eyes.
"Crap." He poured them both a shot then considered his glass and poured himself a double. "Drink with me brother," He clinked his cup to Stefan's and offered a self-deprecating smile, "Apparently I'm in love."
-/-
Having still been fired up from Caroline's audacity and the discovery of just what his feelings were, Damon had felt a mad rush to see Bonnie, to tear down the wall he has been building to keep her from digging in any deeper. It was too late; her roots had dug under his wall. Finding out that it wasn't just that he wanted to bang his best friend until she walked bow legged for a week but that his feeling ran so much deeper than her hold on his libido left him dazed and scared. So in true Damon fashion when fear is involved he ran straight at it, straight at her, then issued high handed orders. When she didn't fight him about coming over it really threw him off. The little witch had really gotten to him. Now she was in his kitchen in that lacy black number. That dress was tickling his imagination. Tonight was going to be hell.
Bonnie set the padded wine cooler on the counter. She hadn't even had a chance to tell him about Caroline's gift. Damon had always had a mercurial mood but the greeting had been odder than normal. He had been both reserved and seemed to eye her like she was Little Red Riding Hood on display in front the big bad wolf.
Pealing the cellophane off she stuffed the popcorn package in the microwave. Hearing it whirl on she went in search of a large bowl. It would be up so high she had to stretch on tip toe to reach it!
"Despite interrupting the view, do you want some help?"
She didn't dwell on the 'view' comment. "Nah, I can get it." Stretching a final time she nabbed the bowl and turned around to find Damon right in front her. She daftly watched as he pulled his eyes away from her thighs. The dress must have hiked up in the back when she has been reaching for the bowl.
Damon placed his hands on the counter to either side of her.
"Maybe one day you'll learn to ask for help." He leaned in close to her, mindful of keeping his pelvis away.
Bonnie squirmed under his molten platinum orbs scanning her lips. "Maybe I didn't want help."
"Maybe I want to give it to you anyway." The double entendre was of course intended. He moved closer and she couldn't help but tilt her head up just a bit. She could feel his breath brush over her upturned face.
The microwave chose that moment to go off. Damon didn't move, didn't flinch. The moment was so charged if someone struck a match the house would explode.
Bonnie pressed her suddenly clammy palms against his chest to back him off and hustled over to grab the popcorn.
"Not sure what's wrong with Caroline but she told me to share what's in the cooler koozie with you. I'm not so sure it will go well with buttered popcorn. She said she was going to send a bottle of aged port but Stefan told her to grab this one. I guess he told her 'something sweet can sometimes pare well with something salty.'" She said while busily shaking the contents into her hard fought for bowl.
Damon smiled to himself over the satire that was Stefan Salvatore.
Every time she shifted on the couch the lacy skirt would shrink another inch before lowering down a half inch back in place. She was wrapped up in the movie and had no idea the effect watching that creamy leg was having as it played a game of peek-a-boo with him.
Bonnie was warring internally. Damon had started something in the kitchen. It was nothing for them to have an occasional heated make out session, always started by him but she always felt he was holding something back. A defense had been fallen when he had pinned her to the counter that had been constructed since their night together.
She had only had one glass of wine, which had been delicious with the salty buttery fluff of the popped corn. It had been just enough to relax her mind. Her body was a whole other matter. That torrid night in her bed had only made her want more, crave much more. It was a dangerous game she played; falling in love with her best friend knowing full well his heart belonged to someone else. That one night they spent together had only exacerbated the problem. She had wanted him anyways. Was it so wrong to have him for a moment and when she dispersed, when Elena came back he would still love the last of the doppelgangers so it's not like she was getting Damon to alienate his feelings for Elena.
Elena may not be happy if he tells her about his and Bonnie's time together but it's not like she could eventually yell at Bonnie about it. Bonnie actually suspected Elena would almost be relieved that they had found something in her absence, even because of her. Despite their ups and downs Bonnie truly felt that Elena loved her and wanted her to be happy. It was crazy and insane and farfetched but fighting Damon, siding with Damon even loving Damon made Bonnie happy. Elena may not be happy at knowing this but should she find out the depths of Bonnie's feelings for Damon she would get over it, eventually.
Bonnie would take something for herself. If she couldn't have him all at least she could have some and Damon would never lie to her about his emotions or lack of them. It was one of the things she loved about him, how brutally honest with her he has always been.
Leaning down to slide her empty wine glass on the table she tugged her skirt up passed her knees and turned toward Damon. Exposing the swell of her breasts as she bent forward giving him a good eye full before she mounted him much like one would do a horse. She placed herself straddled over him before she could change her mind. Damon's hands came to rest at the swell of her hips. When she curled forward to kiss him, Damon held nothing back in their lip lock, dove into the heat of her mouth with possession.
It wasn't long before her hands burrowed into the midnight locks at the base of his nape and she rocked on top of him, rubbing her scent through the thin fabric of her satin panties into the rough braid of his jeans.
Damon was moaning into her mouth. His hands slipped under the lace to caress up and down the soft skin from knee to waist. In the background Michael Corleone felt the sensation of being struck by lightning as he spied Apollonia for the first time but the imaginary bolt didn't burn half as hot at the two people on the couch trying to be part of each other. There were too many clothes between them but they refused to separate. Bonnie sucked at his tongue mocking the way her other lips had clamped down around him and rubbed her sensitive bud against his noticeable hardness. The rolling of her hips quickened, grating uncontrollably down on him. She has become lost in his mouth and to the touch of his hands increasing the grip of her thighs.
Damon broke the kiss on a curse. "I can't. If you keep riding me like that I'm going to spill in my jeans." With a cocky smile Bonnie slipped her hands between them, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. The instant the opening was made his erection pushed out. The purr that fell from Bonnie's lips nearly flayed Damon on the spot. Using vampire strength he snapped loose her underwear in seconds, tossed the shredded material into the floor before finding the little nubbin between her legs and working it masterfully for just a few moments. When her mewling became too much he cupped her bare behind and lifter her up over him. He stopped with the leaking tip of his cock poised at her entrance; let her glide over him in an unhurried hesitation so different than the frantic jostling over him she had been doing a minutes ago. When she fully lodged him deep he cried out her name and held her still. She could feel him shockingly swell even more, felt his length wiggle inside her. Bonnie arched her back, mouth ajar as she let her own gurgle of pleasure out into the air.
Damon pressed his mouth to the column of her neck, moaned into her skin while she bounced slowly on top of him. He left one hand under her bottom to help lift her, moved the over back to the juncture of her thighs, thumb finding and parting the slick folds looking for her stiff little clit again. The gasp and the quick buck let him know he was touching her just right, filling her just right. He could tell she was getting close when she started grinding against his hand. His hips thrust up into her, needing to get just a little deeper into her tightness. His teeth throbbed to sink into her skin, he held back to just a nibble.
The burn started, spread down through her stomach and pulsed from every inch Damon touch inside her. He stretched her perfectly, lining up flawlessly with her walls. Pulses of fire gripped her. She was so close to the edge, teetering on the precipice of utopia. He must have sensed it because he gave her clit a loving pinch. The slender fingers wrapped in his locks tugged tight, yanking his head back as she yelled out his name.
Watching Bonnie come apart around him set Damon off and plunging twice more inside her made his eyes nearly cross. He had needed her so bad, yearned for her. Feeling the rewarding clinch of making her go over had been all it for him to go right after. He felt the tightening, that pleasure-pain burn causing his cock to jerk while stream after stream of his essence gush inside her.
"Damn." His voice was raspy but still laced with desire. He pulled both his hands off her, slid one into her hair, stuck the fingers of the other in his mouth licking her flavor off before he used his grip in her hair to pull her in for a kiss.
"Was that round one?" She said through a pant.
He lifted them both off the couch still imbedded deep in her. Her legs instantly wrapped around his back. His husky laugh made her muscles bare down on him.
"Mm we are just getting started." He stated through choked laughter
In a crypt with a slumbering beauty a spell began to weaken.
**Tried to post this yesterday, had other ideas. Thanks as always for reading, reviewing and hopefully (and especially) enjoying.**
