A/N This is a Bamon Chapter, where they are working on their relationship.
Unbeta'd
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Bonnie and Damon wake up on Christmas morning, they were wrapped around each other on his couch.
"Merry Christmas!" He says.
"Merry Christmas." She repeats.
"You are definitely a site for sore eyes to wake up to. Merry Christmas to me."
"Well, I want to make you some breakfast," Bonnie says. "Would you mind if I use your kitchen?"
"Why of course not. What will you be making me?"
"Grinchcakes."
He got a good idea of what she meant. When she left her house, she grabbed a few things from her kitchen. Green and red food dye, and white chocolate chips. She knew he had the rest of the ingredients for her to make the pancakes. She also brought some family cocoa recipe, and made him some cocoa. She made him her favorite Christmas Breakfast. It was now his favorite Christmas breakfast.
They ate together and just enjoyed one another's company. She got up and went to her bag. And got a small wrapped package. She bought it on of the days they spent apart. It was wrapped in golden paper with a red bow. When he opened the box, there was a few things in side.
"What did you do? Bonnie how did you get this; they don't sell it in stores?"
"Actually I got it from a vintage video shop in Boulder City. My friend owns a shop near it, and she told me about it one day. I decided just to check it out and see what they had. They had the projector version of Mary Poppins. They also had that collection of Billie Holiday live performances. I know it is not much, and probably not something a man would want from Christmas, but it reminded me of you. It's pretty rare, so I thought you would like it, the fact that it wasn't just a cd, or dvd collectible."
"Oh really? Why would you think that?"
"You seem to be a man, who prefers substance of something vintage rather than up to date. After you showed me Sweet Charity on the projector, I just got that vibe from you."
"You are one hundred percent correct. This has made my day. I will have to plan a date night for us, to sit and watch these with Poppins. Which reminds me, I have a Christmas gift for you. Two actually. I will be right back, if you can be patient for me."
"Of course."
Damon wlaked and got A large, professionally wrapped package, and a smaller box, that wasn't wrapped but had a large bow on it.
"Well, it doesn't matter which you open first."
"Do you suggest which I open first?"
"Maybe this large one, it took a lot of time to wrap." He says as if he wrapped it. Then laughed when she gave him a non-believing stare.
"She opened the box which was heavy, but had nothing in it except for a brick with a note tied around it. The note read:
"Find me in the bedroom!"
Bonnie went to the bedroom and found a set of luggage on the bed. Vintage Chanel Luggage and three brand new Chanel Purses. Along with two sets of sunglasses, both Chanel, and more Chanel accessories.
"Oh my goodness. Damon, what is all of this?"
"I don't know; you look like a Chanel girl. Initially I was just looking for luggage, then I may have gotten carried away." He laughs.
"I love this, all of it, I hope you know that you don't have to buy my affections though. I am perfectly okay with just spending time together and going on regular, not-expensive dates."
"I wanted to get you these things. Not to buy your affections. Dare I say, I care about you. You are an amazing woman. I don't mind buying you nice things, as long as you don't mind accepting them."
Bonnie takes a look around at his bedroom, which is filled with Chanel merchandise. She can't even wrap her mind around it all. She walks over to her purses and picks them up. She examines them, color, size, flawlessness. It is not the first time she has been given lavish gifts Kai spoiled Bonnie, but this was different. Damon hadn't known Bonnie that long. She didn't want him to feel as though buying her lavish gifts was necessary.
"Bonnie I hope you like it. I went off of the colors I see you wear, and off of the personality that I know of you so far. I also have another gift for you, so please just open this smaller box."
"Okay," what could he possibly get her to top what he has gotten her so far? She kind of just wants that to be it. But she reluctantly opens the box and inside are two small white papers. No two small white tickets. She flips them and reads, "Two first class tickets to Vancouver, Canada!"
"Yes. I know it's not Paris, Milan, or the Canary Islands, But I wanted to plan a trip for us to do some amazingly, adventurous activities together. I already have the trip planned. I'd love to take you there for a few days. If you'll accompany me?"
Bonnie was in shock, after all she and Damon had a short courtship before they had sex for the first time. They decided to take it slower. Now a trip to another country. Granted it is the same continent, but she didn't want to miss a moment with Damon. "Wow, Damon."
"Yeah, I mean, I understand it may be a lot to ask of you. You hardly know me, and I am asking you to skip the country with me for a private getaway. I can see the skepticism there, but I don't want to miss a thing Bonnie. I wasted years in a relationship that was pretty toxic. Years, we wasted together, of being unhappy. I don't want to miss anymore great moments with a person that will be worth spending the time with."
She looks at him and smiles with watery eyes. He walks up to her and puts both thumbs under her eyes to catch her tears. He looks at her in the eyes, and just lingers in her line of sight, embedding his hopefulness into her mind. The hopefulness she gave him. "Why are you crying Bonnie?"
"I don't know; you just continue to surprise me. I can't believe you want anything to do with me, after watching that video last night."
"Why would that make me think differently of you?"
"Damon, I was drugged up, acting like a whore."
"How can you take the blame for something that clearly was not your fault? You were taken advantage of and I guarantee you don't know half of what is in those videos, Bon. So please stop accepting the blame for that bullshit he put you through."
"Damon, it doesn't matter that I don't know what I did. When you look at those videos, who do you see? Me! I can't change the fact that I was there, just because my metal state-of-mind was in question."
"It wasn't you. What I saw, it wasn't the Bonnie that I know. I don't care about who you were with Kai, you and I are two different people than the people we were when we were with our exes. Remember, what you said last night? We won't be those people."
"I know. But-"
"But what Bonnie? Do you know what is all on those videos? Do you understand what that footage entails?"
"Videos of me dressed as in lingerie, and I was being tortured, and punished."
"Lingerie? I guess I haven't gotten that far. Bonnie, I saw one of the flash drives, and you were not in Lingerie at all. You were dressed like a catholic school girl."
"I honestly hate to get into this, but I saw lingerie. I also saw some disturbing footage of Me doing what I was told, by Kai. Like I was a paid prostitute. The actual photographs he used for the series, was a woman, in lingerie. Well, me, in lingerie. I saw a rough outline of the series, but never saw the finished product, because he finished it overseas without me."
"What? Are you aware of what has happened in these videos Bonnie?"
"Damon?!"
"Okay, not today. Today is Christmas. And If I am lucky you will go with me to Vancouver, and we will have a beautiful five days!"
"Five days, Damon?"
"Five days, just you and me. I maneuvered my work schedule for this. Please go with me Bonnie?"
"Okay, Damon. Let's do it. Let's go to Vancouver!"
"Ahh. I'm ecstatic right now. Bonnie, you do things to me. You put a smile on my face when you don't realize it. You are so new to me, but for some reason you feel so right. I can't wait to sweep you off of your feet these next five days."
"As in Tomorrow?"
"Yes, as in tomorrow?"
"Damon, I have to go pack more clothes, and get my things together. You have given me no time, and it will take me forever. Trust me."
"No need. I'm taking you shopping tomorrow. Wherever you want to go."
"Damon, I wish you wouldn't-"
"Bonnie, stop! I want to spoil you."
"Damon?"
"I am going to ignore your attempts at trying to get me to listen to you talk me out of taking you shopping, and tell you a, cute story instead. In my head I refer to you I say my little Lola Bunny. I bet you didn't know that. I coined that name to myself one day."
"Like the song?"
"Yes. I feel like you can get away with murder when it comes to me." He says to her.
"Wow, that is kind of cute, actually. I mean that you think that about me."
She forgot what she was saying because he was being cute with her. She was a sucker for that kind of thing. When a really strong-minded man, allowed himself to get swallowed in adoration for a moment, and then say something really endearing and cute. He just did that. He knew he did it, and he knew why, because she absolutely forgot whatever it was she was trying to go against him for.
"I am not letting you out of my site. You are not going home to pack, or any nonsense like that. I know you have two weeks off, and I know you are a work-a-holic, I fully intend to take advantage of these next two weeks. Ms. Bennett, you are all mine."
"What if I object to that?" She asks as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down to her so that they are face to face.
"You won't"
"But, if I did?" She says licking the tip of his nose to be funny. Knowing he hates his face licked.
"Oh, see you done it now. That's it, you are going to get it."
Damon attacks Bonnie with tickles and kisses all over, then proceeds to pick her up over his shoulder and throw her on the bed, where he jumps on top of her and licks her entire face.
"Damon, stop. You are making me sticky."
"Well you are the one who made pancakes."
"Grinchcakes!" She yelled. Trying to hold in her laughter.
"Yeah, and now, my tongue is sticky, so it sucks to be you."
"Damnit Damon. I'm going to kill you. I swear."
"I'd like to see you get out of my kung-foo grip."
Damon proceeds to tickle her everywhere, but realizes her spot is her armpits, and once he pulls her arm up, he starts tickling her arm pit, then he puts his mouth under her arm pit and gives her countless raspberries. Bonnie can't take the pain of the tickling, she laughs so hard she snorts, and he looks at her and says, "God I love your laugh."
She keeps laughing because why not? Then she stops and they share a moment looking into one another's eyes. Bonnie makes a motion to kiss him, then he stops her, and says, "I'm so happy I met you, Ms. Bennett." No matter how much he hates the informal nature of it, he calls her it all of the time.
"I'm happy I met you to Mr. Salvatore."
"Come on Bonbon. We have to catch our plane."
"I just want to make sure I haven't forgotten anything."
You aren't supposed to be taking anything except one of your brand new purses, your phone, and your makeup bag, inside of your brand new luggage. Now let's go Milady."
She stumbled out of the bedroom with her hair in a messy bun, a pair of her new Chanel sunglasses, and some yoga pants she had one with a tank top and a small hoodie, and her most comfortable pair of Nikes. Damon shocked Bonnie with the fact that he too wore athletic apparel. She always pegged him as a guy who was always dressed up. He had on some basketball shorts, some Nike running shoes, and t-shirt with a hoodie, and one bag.
They looked like a young adventurous couple, happy and in love. IT was evident when an older couple at the airport asked them if they were married, and when they said no, the couple asked if they'd set a date. To which Damon replied, "We haven't set a date yet, but they were thinking of making it the day they met."
"Oh that is really sweet. What day is that?" The old couple asked
"December 15."
She was shocked he remembered that quickly. Then she told herself, that this man that had been sitting next to her had only known her for 11 days. It felt like they had been together for months already, and even more so, they had known one another for years. Some people believe in long engagements, and long term relationships before the thought of marriage popped into their heads. Bonnie had no idea if she was that type of person. She didn't want to think too hard about the length of time they had known each other, she wanted to think of how he made her feel, and how when he wasn't around she felt alone.
She knew that in that moment as they had sat holding hands, when he rubbed the space between her thumb and finger on her hand, with his thumb, that he was good for her. Because in that moment, every time he felt her tense up, he subconsciously rubbed that area and It calmed her down. It was unwritten he didn't even have to think; he just did it. He had a way of including her in his moments when she was not even apart of them. At his mother and father's brunch, she was sitting on one side of him, and he was engaging a conversation with someone, and she was engaging a conversation with someone totally different. He didn't have to have her apart of every movement of his, like Kai did. But when she went too far, he would grab her by the hand, and kiss her on the cheek softly before letting her go her own way.
When the old couple went about their way, Bonnie kept reading a magazine, wither sunglasses on, and Damon laid his head on her lap and tried going to sleep waiting to board. They looked like they did this sort of thing a lot. When Bonnie realized Damon was having a hard time falling asleep, she put her small fingers to his scalp and proceeded to massage his scalp gently. HE couldn't help but to fall in love with the idea of Bonnie. Her gentle touch, her wanting to be touched gently, her soft and fragile demeanor. Even though she was a strong woman, and very independent, there was a part of her that wanted to be controlled, and held, and taken over at times. She took the lead for so long, when it came to Damon, although his nature seemed volatile, she was never afraid of him, she wanted to let him control her sometimes. It felt natural, it felt like security, it felt like he was hungry for her, and she wanted to feed his soul.
"Boarding flight 232 to Vancouver. Taking passengers, boarding flight 232 to Vancouver. We will take all passengers boarding with handicaps or with small children."
"Damon. Damon. The flight is getting ready to Board; we have to go."
He sits up reluctantly and sighs, "Remind me to let you rub mu head again while I lay on your lap."
Bonnie smiles at him. "You sure did start to snore after a couple of minutes."
"No I didn't."
"Yes. You did. It was cute though. Little snores, it means I put you to sleep, and that you felt relaxed with me."
"You don't say." He really didn't realize it. He never feels relaxed around people. It was nice to just fall into a lil sleep oblivion on her lap.
"It's just the nearness of you." He sang to her.
"You get points for that. Every jazz reference is 2 pts. So you have 2 pts, I have zero."
"So what does that mean for me? When the day is done, the person with the most points gets a reward."
"A reward?" She asks with brows furrowed.
"Yeah, something of their own choosing, within reason. WE will figure it out as we go."
"Deal!"
"For the record, 2/0 me."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Sherlock."
They make it to their seats. He puts both of their bags up top, then seats her in the inside. Once all of the passengers make it inside of the plane, and the attendants give their speeches, the plane gets ready to take off. He looks at Bonnie, and says, "Kiss me."
"Yes Sir." She kisses him, soft and long and they proceed to enjoy the ride. Damon's leans on Bonnie once the seatbelt sign goes off and she rubs his head again.
"I just talked to Damon, he and Bonnie are enjoying Vancouver. You know I have never seen my brother genuinely happy like this. I am happy he met Bonnie."
"Yeah, well same goes for her, she has had one bad relationship and then just bad luck with men all together. You know, terrible guys, or blind dates gone wrong, and just one terribly obsessive ex. When she finally got over him completely, I think it had to do with Damon. So yeah, I agree, I am glad she met Damon. He is a good guy."
"Yeah, he is okay. Not to mention, because of them I got to meet you."
"Stefan Salvatore, do you think this is all going to fast?"
"No, this is Las Vegas. People get married every day."
"Yes, but they are going to kill us." Probably, but for the sake of being happy for just a little while, let's keep this between you and I, I want to enjoy you for a while before we have to deal with the consequences of our irresponsible actions."
"Okay. So what now?"
"Honey moon baby."
"Where?"
"Cancun."
"I could possibly be a bit drunk, or maybe I just want to have one night here, in a Las Vegas hotel room, and have a debauched night. Just the two of us. Wreaking havoc on this city."
"On a Wednesday night Lex?"
"On a Wednesday night, yes. I met you a week ago today, and now we are married. Our people are going to kill us, so let's just be reckless one night. Please?"
"Okay Alexia Nicole Salvatore, anything for you."
"It kind of flows, right?" She starts laughing about her new name.
"I mean, does it matter if it does, because it's already changed. Whether you like it or not." He says as a matter-of-fact. Stefan kisses her and pulls her onto his lap, facing him, where they proceed to make out like teenagers in the front seat of his car.
"Oh man! Bon is going to kill me!"
"Just got off of the phone with Stefan," Damon says, as he walks back to the table he and Bonnie are having dinner at. "He and Lexi seem to really have hit it off. I could hear her giggling the entire time in the background. Young love, huh?"
"Hey I'm Stefan and Lexi's age, you are the only old man here." She says laughing at him.
"Oh I am sorry, I had no idea 29 was old?"
"Well, it's not but you're heading to a new decade soon and well, it all changes from there."
"Well, luckily I have six more months of being youthful and vibrant."
"Hm, I guess I should make a huge deal of your thirtieth, and start planning already. We know it takes old people a while to get things done. If you know now, you will be ready to party by then."
"I'll show you what this old man can do it you're not careful."
"Well, I don't take threats lightly."
"Neither do I."
"I guess we will see who breaks first." She says. Damon walks behind Bonnie, pulls her chair out, and puts his arm out for a dance."
"I spoke with the pianist, so, make sure you listen carefully."
They begin dancing slowly to the music. Swaying back and forth, his arm is holding around her waist tightly, leaving no gap of space. "Have I ever told you that purple brings out your eyes?"
"Well, you picked out this dress."
"I did, because once I saw it on you, I couldn't imagine anyone else wearing it."
Her dress was long and strapless. Tight around the breast, fitted to the high waist, then Chiffon spread out at the bottom. Tonight they were dressed to the nine, enjoying some classy date night adventure. Bonnie begins to recognize the song."
"Nearness of you."
"Finally, it only took an hour for you."
"Hey, I got it, that is all that matter and that means 2 pts for me. So 2/2 now."
"Yeah, I guess." He says rolling his eyes in sarcasm causing her to smile.
"You know Bonnie, I know you see this man before you, and I seem pretty easy going. But there is a side of me you don't know very well. I am not telling you this to scare you off, but I am telling you because I want us to be honest with one another. I see you in my life for a long while, and I don't intend disappearing from yours."
"I don't intend on disappearing either, Damon."
"I have a violent past."
"Why are you telling me this Damon?"
"I need you to understand, if I ever do something terrible to someone, just know it was all in the best interest of the parties involved." He was talking about Kai, and she had no idea, because she didn't put two and two together. Her not knowing what was on those videos was driving him crazy. He wanted to wait until the right time to talk to her.
"Okay Damon. But I am quite sure I can help you to keep your temper in check. It just takes a person believing that you can be better and do better. Which is how I feel about you."
"As I stand in this floor, in the center of the room, dancing with you in my arms, I feel like the luckiest guy in the room."
"So how is taking it slow working for you?" She asks him.
"It works for me, if it works for you."
"What an answer Mr. Salvatore." She laughs.
"I mean, I should just call you Lola."
"Why is that?"
"Because, at this point I would get you whatever you wanted, I would do whatever you wanted, I would make anything possible to see you smile, that beautiful, slightly crooked smile you smile at me, when you feel elated, and overjoyed."
She smiled, without trying to.
"That is it, you are my little Lola. And whatever Lola wants, Lola gets."
"Well, little man, this little Lola, wants you!" They both look at each other trying to call it.
"2/4 me!" They said in unison. "no, that one was mine."
"Well, we have to call it a tie. So 4/4 tie."
"So no one wins tonight? " he wondered. Wanting to call in a favor for his win.
"Hey."
"Yes?" He says looking at her seductively, in a way only he can perfect.
He makes her blush. They both feel something stirring inside of them, pulling towards one another.
"Why can't we both win?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"What do you say we go back to our room, and cuddle?" She says winking at him.
"Okay."
When they leave the dance floor, they didn't realize the entire room was watching them. The spotlight even shun on them as they danced, and flirted, and talked. He grabs her hand, and leads her away. He tends to pay with is card, but he wasn't in the mood to wait. He dropped a few Benjamins on the table on the table and left with his lady.
By the time they made it back to their hotel, an hour had passed. Damon did his best to continue courting Bonnie, the entire way back. He realizes that mere words aren't all that makes Bonnie blush, but nibbling at her neck, rubbing his nose against her cheek just because, rubbing the skin between her thumb and finger with his own thumb, and grabbing her hand just because. Bonnie's love language was touch. She was elated with the slightest touches. She could tell the emotion a person put into their touch. She liked, soft, romantic, slow, deepened touches. The kind he wasn't used to giving. But he could figure it out for her. He could do it for Bonnie, after all her affection was the world to him. When she gave him small touches, or little grazes of her hand to his before she locked her fingers with his, he took notice. He knew she loved those things and they became things he loved to do for her.
Damon and Bonnie were on the third day of their trip. They spent the first day shopping and wine and food tasting. They spent the second day doing snow sport activities, and riding the Grouse Mountain Gondola, today they walked The Treetops Adventure at Capilano Park, and took a tour of the city before having dinner over candle-light, by the sea. Tomorrow was their last day, and they wanted to spend it just sightseeing, and taking pictures, and getting souvenir's. But tonight, Bonnie was not ready to keep waiting to touch him, and to feel him touch her.
They arrived to the room and Bonnie waited for Damon to get comfortable to see what he was going to do. She wasn't sure if she left the right hints earlier, but she would find out. Damon went in to the bathroom and came out after a minute or so. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his jacket was opened. He took his tie off and it was hanging on his shoulder. He looked relaxed, and gorgeous. They have spent countless hours getting to know one another, from favorite books and movies and music, to deepest, darkest secrets. Through every stage she has seen Damon, his state of relax was the sexiest. He was vulnerable, and so human. His guard was down, and there was this intimate nature she shared with him when he was relaxed. When he was relaxed, he touched her softly, kissed her tenderly, and held her carefully.
"Damon?"
"Yes my little Lola Bunny." He said without having turned around to see her.
"Damon."
"Uh-huh?" Still he was taking off his jacket and shoes and not looking at her.
"Mr. Salvatore.?" She sang his name.
"Yes, My love?" This man was undressing and putting on his pajamas bottoms. His pajama bottoms, which hung so low on is body, drawing her eyes downward. Then he put a t-shirt on. She was losing the battle before it started.
"Damon Fucking Salvatore!"
"Bonnie, what theā¦" He turned to see his beautiful Lola, in her bra and panties. She let out her goddess braids, and her hair was in a twirly, wild state. She stood before him, in her beauty, unafraid of him walking towards him, feeling for his body to come closer to hers. He stood before her a little afraid of her actually. Her willingness to be close to him, scared Damon. She was so gentle, yet aggressive in her need for his touch. She was so soft, but her motion for him was hardly innocent, she wanted his body his mind, his soul, and his heart. She wanted his everything and he wasn't sure exactly how to give her that without being aggressive.
This man, from the outside had this tough exterior. He could be an asshole, and he wanted to kill Tyler, Mason, and Kai. Not figuratively, but literally; torture them, cut them to pieces and burry them in the Mojave Desert. He was a cutthroat businessman, and former lover of a scorned ex psycho. Nothing about him was, easy, soft, or vulnerable. Except for Bonnie. It was her that softened him, and her only. She put the color back into his black heart, and filled the voids in his lost soul. He didn't have to know her for long, to know she was his new beginning, and his last ending.
Watching her like this made him nervous. He wanted to be who she needed, he wanted to be who she saw, he wanted to be better than he has ever been, because in his mind it was what she deserved. Could he be a gentle lover, and a delicate escape for the woman with the humbling, crooked smile and the sincere emerald eyes?
"Bonnie?"
"Yes?"
"I-I am not sure if I can do this?"
"Damon?"
"I don't want to hurt you, or disappoint you."
"Then don't Damon."
"It's not that easy."
"I trust you."
"I don't know any other way to be Bon."
"Yes, you do. Just ignore the outside sounds, and ignore the lights and block everything out. Tune it all out and focus on me." She grabbed his hands and held them, then kissed them and put them on her body. Damon began to tremble slightly, because this small woman, with less life experiences than him was teaching him a few lessons in life and love, and patience. She pulls him into her and puts her arms around his neck. Her hands rub the length of his skin and his arms. She takes his shirt off of him and kisses his chest. She is about eye level to his neck, so she starts at his chest, ending at his neck, then making her way over to his mouth. Soft, peppered kisses, gentle tugging at his skin. She lets her hands feel all over his nude torso, chest, back, and she definitely doesn't leave his shoulders or arms to the bare air.
"You are so beautiful. I want you to make love to me Damon. I want you to pull me into your world, right now, and I want to feel what it feels like to be one with you. I want you inside of me tonight, more than I have ever wanted a man inside of me. "
How could Bonnie say this to him, or ask him this? She's too strong for him, he's not sure if he can handle her type of love. But he just wants to prove himself wrong. He wants to give her everything she deserves, because somewhere deep down, she makes him feel like he deserves her.
As she keeps kissing him, he starts returning the favor, catching her lips in the perfect suction. Making the insatiable sound that a kiss makes, when it is tasting the other person lips.
He finally allows his hands to maneuver around her, and grabs her in the necessary places. He takes off of his pajama pants and her panties. With one hand he unsnaps her bra and its gone. Then he puts his hands around her backside and lifts her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her breath hitches as he lifts her unexpectedly. Her heart was racing and he was nervous.
"You okay, my little Lola?" He looks her in the eyes.
Trembling, she nods her head.
"I don't want to hurt you. Just keep your body relaxed, okay?
"Okay."
"Hold on to me tightly."
Damon lifts Bonnie up a few inches, and then perches her on top of his member. He uses both of his sets of fingers, to gently separate her so he can enter her. His body is so excited right now. He has never been more excited for a woman in his whole life, then he is at this moment to be inside of Bonnie for the third time. His head is slowly entering her and her body clenches at his invasion. He leans against a mirrored wall so that he can watch her face while he enters her body. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and there is a noticeable level of pain expressed on her face, but she feels more pleasure. He is about half way inside of her as her breaths turn to moans.
He feels like he is in heaven pushing into her. And the further he gets inside of her, the moans turn into praises. The way she says his name, and the way she praises his motions, it's the sweetest song to his ears. Breathing life into him, he takes his time, because she believes in him. No matter how much he wants to pound into her walls, and no matter how much he wants to rough her up right now, he is enjoying the slowness of it all. The way her walls clench around him whenever he pulls himself out. She is so warm and hot, and tight, and wet.
"Damn, Baby, you feel so, fucking good. Uh ahh. You are so beautiful. If I keep looking at you I swear I might cum."
"Look at me Damon, look at me, I want to watch you while you make love to me. Kiss me, baby. Please kiss me."
She is making it impossible for him. He takes her to the bed and makes love to her while he lays on top of her. Now he can thrust better, and really focus all of his energy on her.
He kisses her, barely containing himself. Licking his lips and biting them, taking a que from Bonnie.
"Fuck, I love watching your face when you fuck me." Bonnie admits.
He is struggling and is debating if he should cum or hold out longer. He wants to fuck her right now, he wants to fuck her hard and good. But he will keep at this slower pace, because it is working for Bonnie.
"I'm getting closer. Please fuck me harder."
"What? Are you sure?"
"I'm so sure. Finish your way Damon. Please."
It was all he needed. He finishes his way, which amazingly enough let him go another 20 minutes before he came for the first time that night. When Bonnie came, he felt as though a part of his soul left his body. Y in his ear, all of his hard work he loved her song and praise. Once she gave him permission, he was able to fuck her hard. He thrust into her roughly making her cry out for more of him. His body was at home inside of her and he made her cum again, multiple times that night. They had sex until the sun came up, and missed half of their day of sight-seeing. They didn't care, not one bit. He lay on his back, and she asleep on top of him, naked, with his arms wrapped around her waist, and one hand resting comfortably on one of her cheeks.
A/N So I have decided that I will talk a little bit about the video of Bonnie and Kai, in an upcoming chapter. I will only touch bits and pieces of it. But I have decided to start a whole new fic, which will be the story of the videos wont follow this story, it'll have it's own storyline.. So please be looking out for it soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Bonnie and Damon are going to be having all good times for a while atleast. There is still much planned for this story. (: Thanks for staying with me. Can't wait to hear from you guys...
