AN- Hello! A few things.
1. Sorry that my chapters are so short. I always think I write a lot but then I put then up on FF and they are barely anything. So I promise to work on making the chapters
2. I'm so sorry for all the mistakes in the last chapter. I did a horrible job at proofreading.
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After eating their meals in silence and giving angry looks at each other, Damon paid the bill and they returned to the hotel. They entered the empty elevator and went to separate sides of the small box. Elevator music played quietly in the background but their silence overpowered the instrumental music. Damon was fuming inside, how dare that she judge him and his relationship with Elena. Like she had any moral high ground to stand on when just hours ago she was writhing underneath him.
Damon slammed on the emergency stop button after they hit the fifth floor and turned to face Bonnie.
"What right do you think you have to judge my relationship with her?" Damon demanded.
"The funny thing is I'm not judging, I'm just stating the facts and being right and you being wrong like usually!" Bonnie yelled back at him.
"You aren't always right little witch. You have no idea what is going on."
Bonnie quickly turned her body to his, her body in fight position.
"Oh, I know exactly what is going on with you! You are in love with a girl who probably loves you like she would a lost puppy. She allows you to follow her around and "love" her because she doesn't want to get her hands dirty by rejecting you and openly choosing your little brother over you!" Bonnie spoke and with each word her voice got louder. "I know every time she smiles at your brother you feel a stab of pain in your gut and you have to stop your body from shaking in anger because you don't understand why you don't deserve that smile. I know every time you're alone with her the outside world could go to hell in a hand basket but you don't give a fuck because her skin is against yours…And it's the best feeling in the world."
Damon could feel her power radiating off her body, the lights in the elevator begun to flash halfway through her rant and the elevator music begun to get louder and louder. Damon slammed Bonnie against the elevator wall, pinning her hands above her head with one of his large hands.
"Bonnie calm down!" Damon yelled over the music.
"Don't tell me to calm down Salvatore!" Bonnie yelled back, struggling against him.
Damon slammed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Bonnie refused his kiss by biting his lower lip hard in retaliation. Damon growled against her lips when he could taste his blood on his tongue. Damon thrust his free hand into her curls and his fingers gripped her locks and became entangled in her hair. He forced her head back by pulling on her hair, making her arch her neck and vulnerable to his lips. Bonnie moaned as his tongue tasted her skin and his lips sucking on her skin where her pulse was going rapidly. His teeth lightly raked over her skin.
"Don't you dare bite me Damon or I swear I will light you on fire and you will burn to a crisp! Bonnie threaten him through her clench teeth.
"Don't worry I won't because when I do bite you I want you to be begging be to take your blood" Damon rumbled against her neck. Bonnie let out an outrageous squeak.
"You are so full of shi-"Damon cut off Bonnie tirade with his lips against hers, kissing her aggressively.
Bonnie raised her knee to slam it against his groin but Damon avoided her knee with a second to spare. He then pushed his body harder and closer to Bonnie's and slid his thigh in her between her legs, forcing them apart. His hardness meeting the soft juncture in between her legs.
Bonnie let out a gasp when he started to rub his thigh against her core rhythmically.
"You bastard!" Bonnie screeched, fighting her body responses to him.
"Yes, I am a bastard and yes, you are right about the pain I feel when I see her with him. When I see her lips against his I am tempted to take a stake to myself. I don't know who I hate most, her or myself for being so weak against her and my own cursed feelings." Damon whispered in a guttural voice against her neck.
Bonnie could feel the tears forming in her eyes, damn him! Damn him for saying how he felt, damn him for being vulnerable. Damn him for making her feel pleasure as he continued to rock his thigh against her core.
Damon raised his head from her neck to stare into her green eyes, filled with tears.
Tears for him.
Damon couldn't remember the last time tears were shed for him, not because of him.
He loved her tears.
He hated her tears.
Damon fingers stroked Bonnie tear stricken face. "I don't deserve your tears Bonnie….Fuck, I don't deserve anything from you."
Bonnie could not tear her eyes away from his bright blue eyes.
"Damon…" Bonnie started to speak but had no words on her tongue and was beginning to be blinded by pleasure.
"You're right for the most part. But you're wrong about one thing little witch…I do care about you. And I have no fucken idea how to care about someone." Damon said softly as he let go of her hands and cupped her face with his hands. Her hand automatically grabbed hold of his shoulders. "I love when I bring you pleasure. I love it when you argue with me even though it drives me insane…When I'm with you…there are moments of freedom from...her."
His thigh rocking harder and faster, Bonnie hips fighting to keep up with him.
"Moments…Just like this" Damon whispered right before Bonnie let go and let her pleasure take her over and before he kissed her, swallowing her cries of pleasure.
The elevator lights went back to normal and the calming music was once again at a low volume. Bonnie body shook in the aftermath of her orgasm and of her powers acting off of her emotions. After Bonnie body was still, Damon slowly removed his body from hers and retreated to his side of the elevator. They both kept their eyes looking forwards at the elevator doors as they started to move again after he unlocked the emergency button. They were in silence once again, not because of anger but because of vulnerability.
The elevator dinged as the doors open to Bonnie's hotel room floor. Bonnie quickly exit into the hallway with Damon close behind. They reached her room in minutes and entered in seconds. Neither of them went to turn on a lamp or a light switch. They welcomed the darkness with open arms.
Bonnie sat down on the edge of the bed, not knowing what came next. The elevator event was not in Bonnie's script for the night. She wanted to comfort Damon but she knew if she did that he would lash out at her in anger and shut her out. Bonnie closed her eyes and listened as Damon wandered into the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Damon was shutting her out both emotionally but also physically. Bonnie slowly lay down onto the bed and let the darkness comfort her.
Damon closed his eyes as the first stream of water from the showerhead hit his body, water drops quickly clinging and falling from his body. The hot water felt calming against his cool body. But the hot water did not calm his thoughts or feelings. He had no idea what just happened in the elevator, he only knew that it was not suppose to happen. Damon plan after hitting the emergency button was to yell and break Bonnie down. But instead it became his fucked up therapy session. Damon hated even the thought of talking about his feelings and hated talking about them twenty times more. Damon poured body wash into his hand and instantly regret that action. The body wash smelled just like Bonnie, honey and vanilla. Damon breathed in the smell, savoring it and imaging the smell mixed with Bonnie natural smell. He didn't understood how the little witch came into his life creating chaos and doubts. But also creating a sense of…peace concerning the inner battles he fought every waking moment.
Damon quickly washed his body and his hair, trying to only think of the tasks at hand and not about a witch.
A witch with beautiful eyes.
A witch with a killer smile.
A witch that was slowing destroying him.
Damon exit the shower and used a hotel towel to dry off his hard body. He strolled out of the bathroom with the towel hung low on his hips and unprepared for
whatever Bonnie had in store for him. He was surprised to see Bonnie sound asleep on her back. She looked much younger when she slept, much more at peace than she was when she was awake. Damon quietly put on a pair of boxers and carefully eased Bonnie out of her dress and tank top. Damon slowly entered the bed and brought the unclothed witch to his bare chest. Bonnie made a soft noise and relaxed into his body. Damon stared up into the ceiling and questioned their complicated situation. Damon usually hated complications, but he wouldn't trade that very moment for anything.
Not even for Elena.
