Rated: Mature.
Bonnie didn't take long to get back into the swing of things. No need to waste time sitting around thinking about the month she'd lost. But no matter how much she told herself that, it still came back to her. It was a really weird experience to go through. It was hard to talk about. All in all, she recovered from it pretty well, considering. It was only awkward when someone else would bring it up, or when her friends would be talking about something they did when she wasn't there.
But she'd gotten through worse things.
Bonnie thinks that she's becoming paranoid. She keeps getting the feeling of being watched. Mainly when she's at home, but anytime she's out with Care and Elena.
She chalked it up to the random dreams she'd been having about Klaus. Sometimes she dreamt that he won. That he ended up killing everybody but her. He would use her for all her evil schemes. Which wasn't as great as the fantasies she'd concocted before his death.
She tells Damon about it, when she wakes up twitches one night.
"It was a traumatic experience. You said that you thought you were going to die for a while there. It's normal." He rubs her back. Lulls her back to sleep.
Today Bonnie ends up being the third wheel to Caroline and Tyler. They're at the mall, where they have been all day and Bonnie is ready to go. Her feet hurt and shopping is supposed to be recreational, but with Caroline it's organized and scheduled and not fun. She's hungry too. Her stomach's starting to growl, which she ends up thankful for later.
"Are you pretending not to hear that?" Caroline pulls a shirt off the rack.
"I was going to wait until you finished."
"Well let's go get you something. You know I can always eat." Oh, I know. Tyler's been assigned to holding the bags and he's not even shopping. Just sitting around texting and looking miserable. His face lights up when he hears about the break. She puts down the shirt and they head to the food court.
"Good because I'm ready to put these down."
When they've finished grabbing food they end up sitting at a table in the food court. Bonnie eats super slow trying to stall. She likes shopping just as much as the next person, but Caroline is on a whole different level.
"So when are you leaving for school?" Bonnie takes a bite of her sandwich. She's been chewing each piece twenty times, maybe you should kick it up to thirty.
"The twentieth. I'll leave a week before you guys will." Tyler takes another bite of his third slice of pizza. Slow down. She doesn't know how to send messages telepathically, but she tries anyway. It doesn't work. You can kill a hybrid but can't do this, get your priorities in order.
"Is your mom gonna throw you a party? We were expecting one for graduation, and it's been a couple weeks since there's been something to go to."
Summer so far, excluding the days she was laying in a bed, has been a complete flop. If you included them it was even suckier. It's hot. There's nothing to do. Everybody's off to these amazing vacations. Bonnie's stuck at home, with Elena and Care. Not that they aren't good company, but something should be happening. Summer peaked when Klaus died. Ruining my life from the grave.
"We have the summer festival next week. That's it I guess." Oh joy. What's better than being hot and bored, being hot and bored with hundreds of little kids running around screaming? Nothing.
Caroline and Bonnie respond simultaneously. "Greaaat."
"They used to be fun."
"We used to be young and dumb."
"We're still young and dumb." Maybe you are.
Caroline wraps her arm around Tyler. "We haven't done anything all that dumb in a while. I'm starting to think we've grown up." You've probably jinxed it.
"We can go to the swimming hole." Ugh, no.
"I don't know if it's a witch thing or what, but mosquitoes love my blood. The last time we went I was scratching everywhere. Let that be a last resort."
"I totally forgot about mosquitoes, vamp perk." She looks very smug. Shut up.
Tyler shrugs and polishes off his last slice. "When you were..." He lowers his voice. "indisposed—" S.A.T words for the win. "We had fun. It was kind of cool with just us... instead of half of the senior class—" Caroline butts in.
"But you were missed. We didn't forget about you."
"Yeah we thought about you the whole time." Yeah, right.
"I'm sure you had a moment of silence for me, between guzzling beers and making out." Nobody laughs but Bonnie. Clearly, you need to work on your comedic timing.
"I'm just kidding. You guys took care of me." She resists from adding in my time of need, it wasn't really that serious. "I really appreciate it."
"That's sweet, but you would've done the same for us."
"We're just glad you're okay." Subject change.
"Where's Elena?"
"She's at orientation for school, she said she'll be back at the end of the day."
"Oh... It's gonna be so weird without her."
"We knew this was going to happen though. We wouldn't have all went to the same school."
"I know Care, but it's still sad."
"It's not like you guys won't see each other."
"I know, but still we haven't been apart since we've met."
"She has Stefan." Caroline has duh face. This is not a duh situation.
"He's not us."
"Of course not... I'm just saying, she'll be fine. And we'll be fine. And everybody will be fine." I guess.
"Are you guys ready to leave?" Caroline stands up and walks toward the trash can.
Tyler and Bonnie sigh. "Finally."
"Finally? We just got here."
"Four hours ago. And you're not holding your bags."
"Whatever. You act like you're human or something."
Caroline schedules a picnic at the park they used to play at as kids. She kept finding things for them to do before they leave Elena.
"Do you guys feel that?"
"Feel what?" Caroline's inhaling a bag of chips.
"Like you're being watched?"
Elena frowns. "No."
"Maybe I'm imagining it." She looks around and there's nobody there. Elena passes her a sandwich. A crow swoops down to the edge of the picnic table and startles them. Caroline tries to shoo it away.
"Leave it alone, it's just sitting there." She takes a piece of melon and lays it at the end the table. It bends it's neck and grabs the fruit in it's beak.
"Can crows even eat that?"
"I think they eat everything."
Elena pulls her hair into a ponytail. "How do you know that?" Bonnie shrugs.
"You probably just killed it."
"SHUT UP Caroline."
"Gave it's last meal...Bonnie Bennett the Bird Killer." Bonnie rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, it doesn't matter to me. I hate birds anyway."
Bonnie sees a crow sitting on a branch in the tree in her yard. She can't really remember seeing that many crows in Mystic Falls before , but she chalks it up to not paying attention.
She's getting dressed to go out with the girls and hears a rapping at the window that makes her jumps out of her skin. She walks over to the window and sees a black bird sitting there. A crow. How weird is that?
She's telling Elena and Stefan about her mystery stalker. "I feel somebody is watching me, but it's only when I'm alone. Or when I'm with you and Caroline."
Stefan looks concerned. "Have you seen anybody?"
"No. That's the problem." She takes a sip of her soda. "And I'm getting worried. I never was that superstitious, but I looked them up. They're creepy. Now that I'm a witch I stop letting stuff slide. I think it's connected." Or you're just paranoid.
"What are you talking about?"
"Crows. I keep seeing crows. Like everywhere. It's creeping me up."
Stefan looks at her. "Crows?"
"Yeah. I've been looking up what they mean. They're like omens of death or something. DO. NOT. WANT."
Stefan chuckles. "Are you sure it's not one of Damon's?"
"What?"
"Ask him about it.
"Are you getting crows to spy on me?"
"What?" He won't look at her so she knows he's lying.
"YOU ARE SO CREEPY YOU KNOW THAT? I've been freaking out and it's been you. What do you get out of this?" He takes a gulp of blood.
"Sometimes I just like to see you. You've been hanging out with your friends and your dad, like you're not about to leave me too." So you spy on me. Makes sense. It's Damon logic. She moves over to sit on the edge of the chair.
"That's kinda sweet in the most fucked up way... you're like those cats that bring dead birds to the door. It's nice in theory, but it's still creepy."
Damon needs attention. She's known that since they started dating. It's one of his least admirable traits, to her at least. They sit in silence for a while.
"You were spying on me while I was alone!"
"Yeah well, what can I say. I'm a Peeping Tom." Disgusting.
"Gross. All you had to was ask me to spend more time with you." He shrugs it off.
"I know you're a little upset, but let's not pretend that it's not a cool skill to have." Bonnie stares at him in disbelief.
"You are unbelievable.' He opens his mouth, only for her to put up a hand and cut off. "That's not a compliment."
The entire gang goes to the festival. They hadn't been this carefree in months. It's pleasant.
Damon holds her hand, and buys her cotton candy that matches his eyes. He wins her a stuffed bird. It's black. He finds this hilarious. She finds him annoying.
Lucy and Ric enter a pie eating contest. He wins. Lucy beats him at shooting baskets.
Elena and Stefan have ran off somewhere. Damon doesn't care where they went. "Let's face it, they're the buzz kills of the group." Bonnie feels guilty when she laughs.
She doesn't talk to Matt or Jeremy, but she gives them a wave when she sees them.
Caroline ended up helping run the dunking booth with Tyler. Bonnie keeps Damon away from it.
Ever since she'd confronted him about his stalking, she'd found herself spending more time with him. Usually at night. She'd learned how to put a glamour over the room for when she wasn't there, so she wouldn't be questioned for it later. It would alert her if her father were to come in and he'd think she was sleeping, but he was pretty good at letting her sleep in until she made an appearance down stairs. It never goes off.
This particular night, she'd snuck out and Damon picked her up on the corner. When she hopped in the car, the first thing he says is, "I'm glad you could fit me in your schedule." Ugh.
"You're so needy. I was hanging out with the girls."
"When you could've been hanging out with me."
They're still on the topic when she makes it to his room.. "You've been neglecting me. I'm gonna miss you too." He such a child.
"That's adorable." She pulls her halter top over her head. Plops down on the bed. Starts flipping through the book there. She read the title and doesn't recognizes it, but knows it's something old.
"I'm never adorable."
"If you say so." He walks over to the bed. Pulls at her shorts.
"You should be all over me though. I don't understand."
"Cocky much?"
"Always. We don't have long until you're gone. How are you gonna survive without me?"
"I'll manage. I've done it before."
"You haven't done it after getting a taste of Damon."
"You are so full of yourself."
"I'd rather you be full of myself." She laughs. "You want it like this?" He slides the cotton away from her bottom. Throws it across the room.
He leans down, whispers in her ear. "You could just lay there. Read your book."
Bonnie raises up on all fours. She knows that she's wet already.
"I don't care about the book."
"That's fine with me. Close it so you don't bend the pages."
"Okay." After she does it he takes from her and throws it across the room. She looks back at him.
"What was the point of telling me not to bend the pages if you were gonna throw it."
"I just didn't want you to bend them."
"You are so annoying." Wiggles her bottom. "Come on."
"So bossy." He climbs up on the bed between her legs. She feels the denim brush against her backside. He grinds into her.
"Are you gonna take those off?"
"You know what we don't do enough?" Get down to business. "Dry hump." Really Damon? Right now?
"Is it dry humping if you're the only wearing clothes?"
"I don't know." He pushes the bulge in his jeans against her again. She groans.
"Can we do this later? I would prefer some wet humping." They both laugh. She hears the zipper slide down. When he's finally got them off she leans back. Tries to get some kind of friction going. Gets nothing but air.
He slaps her right cheek with no real force behind it, and Bonnie lets out a puff of air. He slaps the left a little harder and she gasps.
He takes the column of flesh and taps it against her skin. "Damon." Rubs the head along her slit, dips it in just enough to gather the wetness. Repeats it over and over.
"Please, please."
Finally, he enters her with one long stroke. She lets out a long breathy, pleased sigh. He pulls out. Molds the globes in his hands. Then she feels warm saliva drip onto her asshole.
"Aghhh. What are you doing?" She turns around to look at him. He places his thumb on the puckered skin.
'Just touching it. Are you okay with that? I won't do anything you won't like.' She's reluctant, but he hasn't steered her wrong so far.
"Okay."
"I'll stop if you want me to." He rubs the finger in small circles. Bonnie's back arches and her head drops. She shakes it. "DON'T." .
He leans down to lay a kiss on her shoulder. Places lots of them along her spine. "You'd let me do it wouldn't you? Let me take you here? I'd make it good for you.' She thinks she answers in the affirmative. She might not have answered out loud, at all.
He chuckles into her skin.
"I know you would...but not today." He runs his free hand along her back.
"Play with yourself." Bonnie holds goes up on one forearm. Reaches down to touch strum her clit. It's hard. Slick. Rolls around the pads of her fingers like the ball in a pen.
Oh God. Oh God.
She's not surprised when Damon presses his blunt human teeth into the left bucks her hips backwards. "Bite me.' Anything more than what you're doing.
"Not yet."
He straightens up and pushes the bell shaped head between her folds; never stops the movement of his other hand. Bonnie can't see what he was doing, which a lot of times she was fine with, but right now this position was inconvenient and she was becoming agitated. She began to thrust her hips back, she wasn't asking for much, but didn't get any more with Damon's tight grip on her waist.
"Just a little... just a little more."
He lazily pushes in a few inches. Enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy. Pulls out. "Please."
"Patience.'
Then he starts a series of slow steady pumps. Never deep, just the same few inches he'd been doing.. Just enough to make her ask for more.
"You're teasing me. Please... I want more.'
"Not yet."
He tells her before he does it. "I'm gonna stick it in okay?"
"Alright."
Bonnie's greedy. He's told her this dozens of times, but even though she wants more, she's still trying to take in all the sensations at once. He pushes the wet thumb in, no farther than the first knuckle. Pushes it in slow, pulls it out slower. Adds a little bit more each time. When he's all the way in her face drops to the mattress. He works the finger in. Slow. Slow. Slow.
'It's good."
"I told you, you'd like it."
On occasion, he's touched her there. Licked her there. But he rarely every concentrated on it. Never gave it the attention he was giving it now. If he was close enough to it, he'd 'give it a little TLC'. It was always an afterthought though. He always told her she would enjoy it, if they ever did anything more, but he told her that about everything. She wasn't opposed to it, only mildly curious. He was good at gauging what she'd be into, even though she wouldn't admit it. He knew her well.
Times like this she wondered if the things they did were normal. She wondered this a lot actually. Normal for a teenage witch and a vampire, probably. But what about the rest of the world? How many of friends had done the things she'd done? What kind of person did that make her? It's not like she could talk to anyone about it. Elena would probably shy away from the conversation and Caroline would want to know all the details. Every detail.
She'd google stuff while she was alone. Would try to bring it up to Damon like it was nothing. He'd always laugh, which at first would frustrate her. "I'm not a hundred okay... I don't have the experience. I just wanted to know."
"I just think it's cute."
"You're patronizing me.'
"I'm not. I'll tell you whatever you want to know.' Once she was comfortable enough to talk about it, he'd laugh at her endless questions. Have you done this? Why? Was it good? Do you like that? You think I'd like that? That sounds gross, are you sure? Who would do that?Could we do that?
She trusted his judgement when it came to sex. He wouldn't do anything she didn't like. He wouldn't hurt her.
It's not like he could.
She hid it well, but she was still a little wary of anything that wasn't sexual in their relationship. They'd been through so many different breakdowns and arguments and laughs and stolen moments, but that was always second to sex. As far as a constant, something they could fall back on every time, that was it. Even though she was just really understanding what she liked, what he liked. How to please and be pleased, it wasn't that hard to do. Loving him unconditionally, and appreciating him as a person was more difficult. She'd like to think they could rely on love, but neither of them were experts in that area. No need to put all their eggs in that basket.
He invested a lot of time and energy into teaching her. Into learning her. She did the same. Of course they'd sit around and talk, but they learned more about each other in bed then any other place. How was that going to work when she was going to be away from him more often than not? The foundation of their romantic relationship was built on the physical. For a while, that's all it was. How would that work if you put that element on the back burner?
Bonnie did love him, as much as she could, and she knew he loved her but what if that wasn't enough? When she went off to school, what if they found out that fucking was the only glue keeping them together?
"Where are you?"
"Right here...I'm here."
"I can stop if you want."
"No...no. I like it."
Damon stops teasing her. He slides into the hilt. So good. Swivels his hips. Yesss.
"You want it?'
"Uh huh."
"How?"
"Deep." He slams his hips into her, hard. One stroke. Two stokes. Wait a beat. Repeat. "Feels so good.' He wiggles the thumb until she's convulsing and trembling around him.
"Like that? Deep like that?"
"Y—y—yeah." He begins pushing the thumb in as he pulls his cock out. Takes the finger out when he's deep in her womb. Constantly rotating sensations.
"Your eveywhere... how are you everywhere?" He answers with a grunt.
Bonnie lets out of a constants stream of curses, peppered with pleads. "Please. Please." She doesn't know what she's begging for. It doesn't even matter.
Her climax is overwhelming. She moves the hand that was between her thighs to fist the bedclothes with it's twin. Traps her bottom lip between her teeth. Purrs from deep in her throat; with her mouth closed it resembles more of a growl.
Sometime during this, Damon takes out the thumb. Captures both of her hips in his hands. Plows her into another orgasm. Not as deep as the first. but just as good.
Damon jerks into her. Sharp like the way she'd sneeze during allergy season.
Drapes himself over her back while she's still shaking. Pushes them both down into the bed. Puts weight on her the way she likes and intertwines their fingers. She feels him start to soften.
He runs his mouth over her shoulder blade. Kisses it. "Do it." So he does. Pulls just enough blood to get him hard. Brings Bonnie right to edge again. He's about to pull his fangs out when Bonnie tells him to stay.
"Fuck me while they're in there.' He complies.
Damon starts a slow grind. Keeps his teeth in her but doesn't drink.
'Take more— please.' He takes baby sips while he rides her. Oh— ohhh. Tight close strokes. Barely moving. She listens to the squishy byproduct of their earlier releases. 'That's so hot." He hums his agreement into her skin.
Damon takes a big gulp and then she's bucking and shivering and spending again. Milking him in the process. They stay like that long after she catches her breath.
When Damon rolls off of her, he collapses next to her.
He waits a few minutes before he grabs her closer. Pulls her leg over his, but not before scooping their combined spunk on his fingers and bringing them to her mouth. She bathes his fingers with her tongue.
"We're good together."
"Mmmhmm."
He lazily lifts his head to look at her shoulder. "I got in pretty deep."
She lets out a puff of air. 'Yeah." He brings his wrist to his mouth. She stops him before he can bite.
"Not right now."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"A little. But I like it." He kisses the top of her head.
"You like a little pain... I just thought you liked dishin it out..." That's because I do. "Good to know."
"You sound a little too excited about that."
"I find out you might be into some mild S&M, and I'm just supposed to ignore it... you'd be so good at it...some light BONdage maybe?."
"I don't know. Maybe."
"I think you'd like...you like being held down."
"But then I have the option to move...it could be fun though. I trust you." She does have to see him smiling to know he is.
Bonnie wakes up after another nightmare. Recently they've decreased in appearances. She was barely having them anymore. She's laying on her side of the bed. She can feel Damon staring at her, so she turns toward him.
"Are you alright?"
'Yeah. I wake you up?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry." He crosses the distance and she lays on his chest. It's sky's starting to light up. The window is cracked a little and she can hear the crickets chirping outside. There's no breeze coming in. Everything is so calm. Serene even.
'I'll have to take you home soon." She sighs.
"Yeah, I know." She snuggles in tighter. Rubs her leg against his while he rubs her shoulder. "I'm gonna miss you."
"Same here.' Bonnie takes a deep breath.
"Be honest...how long do you think we'll last?" He stops his movement.
"What kind of question is that?"
"A good one."
"Having doubts?" He seems worried.
"Not really. But we're not going to be together all time. I just don't want us to grow apart.'
"Then we won't. And we'll be together as long as we're together." That was enough to satisfy her, for now.
Bonnie's double checked everything that should be in the car. Walks back to the house and says her goodbyes to her father. Hugs him for a long time. When he tells her he loves her she hugs him harder.
"Call me when you get there."
""I will. Love you."
She drives to Damon's. Get sadder the closer she gets. She and Caroline said goodbye to Elena last night. There were tears and snot, and it was all pretty disgusting for them to be going less than two hours away.
Stefan's home when she gets there, he opens the door.
"I came to say goodbye." He hugs her. Smiles.
"Have fun. We'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too."
Damon walks down the stairs and pulls her aside, places his hands on her shoulders. He doesn't greet her, just gets to the point. "Drive safe okay. Don't get on the road and start crying and do some freaky witchy shit with the weather, cause a storm and slide off the road. And end up dead, don't do that either. " Eyeroll.
"You've thought about this?"
"Yeah. I just wanted my bases covered." He leans a little closer. She starts to tear up.
"Don't be sad Bonnie. We're not gonna be far apart, okay." He takes his hand and wipes the tear from her cheek. "I'll come see you all the time... maybe I'll bring Elena. But don't tell her that, because I might change my mind depending on how much she annoys me once you're gone. Wouldn't want to get her hopes up." She laughs.
"I love you, you know that? So remember that. And don't drink too much. Don't be one of those girls I used to pick up." Yes, way to keep me interested. Bringing up the people you've taken advantage makes me want to love you more.
"And if anybody gets a little fresh—"
"Okay Gramps."
"Respect your elders. But if they do get a little fresh, you have my permission to work your mojo."
"I don't need your permission. And I can handle a few boys." I've handled you.
"I bought you a rug for your room." He points to the rolled up material in the corner. "If you don't like it you can take it back. " He pushes a slip of paper in her palm, "Here's the reciept." Caroline is going to die when I tell her this.
"Okay. Thanks."
"And don't sit on the public toilets."
"I never do."
"Make sure you always wear shower shoes."
"Alright."
"College is a time to experiment— wait to experiment when I'm there." He smizes. I won't even miss that.
"Oh my God Damon, are you done yet?"
"Call me a lot. It's not like I'm going to be doing anything. Ric's got school and Stefan's... Stefan. We can perfect our phone sex." Bonnie frowns.
"Done?"
"Yeah. I am." He removes his hands off her shoulders; stands up straight. She takes his hands into hers. Links her fingers with his.
"I've got my own list."
"Alright. Shoot."
"No killing people."
"Okay."
"And try not to compel people, unless it's extreme circumstances. Extreme Damon."
"I heard you."
"Don't become obsessed with or start stalking teenage girls, I know that's your thing...just stay away from teenagers in general."
"That's not my thing."
"Caroline. Elena. Me." She smirks.
"I guess it might have been, but that was then." Old habits die hard.
"Be nice to Stefan and Elena..and Jeremy, and Ric... I was gonna say Lucy but you don't have to because she'll kick your ass if you're not." She will. The fact that Lucy'll still be there will help her rest at night.
"Is that all?"
"I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." She wraps her arms around his back. Pushes her face up to his mouth. He doesn't kiss her, just holds her cheeks in his palms. "We're acting like you're going to war. It's just an hour away."
"I know." She closes the space and places her lips on his. "I love you."
"I love you too." They stay like that for a while. She hugs him as tight as she can before letting go.
"We're gonna be okay— you're gonna be okay." She is. New chapters and whatnot.
"I am." For now.
A/N: I personally think this ended pretty lame, but I was just kinda ready for her to get out of high school and over with Klaus. I had writers block basically this entire chapter so it is what it is. Thank you guys for reading, I didn't expect half as many comments as I did. This was supposed to be a one-shot smut, but I'm long winded so I'm glad you guys stuck around. :) I really appreciate it.
