So a few random mentionables: Ian Somerhalder has his own full page spread in the March 2010 issue of Cosmopolitan. And yes, he mentions his girlfriend AGAIN. Her name is Megan Auld, she's a film student and one lucky bitch. (and I mean bitch in a good way). Also let's give a WHO DAT to the Saints for their Superbowl victory since Ian is a native Louisianian.
The cast of Vampire Diaries (Paul, Nina and Ian) are currently on a little tour of some Hot Topic franchises. I think the schedule is listed on the CW's website. I know they've already hit LA.
Hopefully you'll find this chapter much better than the last.
Peace, Love and Vampire Diaries.
-Gemma
"Bonnie, you ok?"
"I'm fine," the witch looked over at the blonde haired quarterback. "I see my dad, so I'm gonna take off. Kick ass tomorrow," she punched him lightly in his non-throwing shoulder.
"I'm going to try," Matt grinned. "See ya later."
Bonnie put her fake smile back on and walked purposely into the gym even though she had no idea what she was going to do once she got there.
"There she is," her father's voice boomed loudly. "You did great tonight, Bon-Bon," he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. Bonnie winced at the use of her father's pet name in front of Damon.
"Honey, this is Stefan's brother – Damon," he continued. Bonnie looked over at the vampire with the cocky smirk on his face.
"We've met," Damon's voice was smooth and casual. "How have you been Bonnie?" His dumb ass smile couldn't have been wider.
"Good," Bonnie uttered hoping her tone was somewhat normal.
"There's the future Heisman Trophy winner now," Damon turned around as Stefan approached catching the younger Salvatore in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles against Stefan's skull. Stefan fought back half heartedly, more as a show than an actual effort.
"You're going to put up some good numbers for us tomorrow, right?" Mr. Bennett asked the wide receiver.
"Yes sir," Stefan replied through the chokehold Damon had on him.
"Damon," Jenna interrupted as she eyed the display on her cell phone. "It's already quarter after, we're going to be late for our reservations."
RESERVATIONS! Bonnie glared at Damon. As in dinner. As in a DATE!
There was a loud popping sound.
Everyone's attention went across the basketball court to the far backboard. The glass had splintered and cracked.
"Now how did that happen?" the principal asked a group standing nearby.
Shit. Bonnie looked down at her sneakers. She knew she needed to keep her emotions below the threshold to stay in control of her magic.
"Damon, we should go."
Bonnie heard Jenna's voice and forced herself to stay calm, even though she wanted to slam Damon right through the spidered glass.
"We should go too," her father suggested. "You want to get a good night's sleep before the game tomorrow."
Bonnie nodded absently.
"What time tomorrow?" her father asked Damon.
"Bus leaves at noon," Damon replied. "I'll save you a seat."
"Great, see you then."
Bonnie walked behind her father. She fought the urge to turn around and look at Damon and Jenna by counting the seams of the floorboards. With her head down she didn't see that the left side of the double door was closed and walked headfirst into it with a loud thud.
"Bonnie!" her father gasped.
Fuck. The witch thought to herself as she rubbed her forehead while simultaneously glancing over her shoulder to see if anyone had seen her. Of course Damon and Jenna were staring right at her.
"You ok?" Jenna called out as Damon covered his mouth stifling a laugh.
Asshole. As the tremor of fury went through Bonnie, the glass on the backboard exploded and rained onto the gym floor. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Bonnie cursed to herself. Why was she letting the stupid vampire affect her this way?
-o-
"You're awfully quiet," her father observed as they drove home.
"Just tired," Bonnie lied. The truth was she couldn't stop thinking about Damon and Jenna having dinner together. It wasn't as though they were getting a spontaneous burger at The Grill. They hadreservations somewhere. Reservations equaled planning. She wondered when that happened. Well, maybe Jenna would end up being Damon's dinner. No Bonnie. She told herself. You can't think like that.
She took out her phone and texted Elena, curious to see what she thought about this situation. A few minutes later she received a text back.
Dropping Jeremy off at home then spying on them with Stefan – E
Good. Bonnie felt a little better knowing that they would have some company on their date.
"So what did you talk about with Aunt Jenna and Damon?" she asked her father as she put her phone away. When her father launched into the history of her high school football team, she was sorry she asked. He recited statistics from the last ten years, incorporating Matt and Stefan among the best players the school had ever seen.
"So all you talked about was football?" Bonnie said in disbelief.
"Among other things," her father glanced over at her. "Did I ever tell you how happy I am that you don't have a boyfriend?"
"Uh, no," Bonnie replied. "Why would you be happy about that?"
"Oh Bonnie," her father sighed, "stay away from boys, they'll just get you into trouble."
Bonnie's lips pressed together as she stared straight ahead. If her father only knew….
-o-
It was 11:15 pm and Bonnie was lying in her bed wide awake, thoughts of Damon and Jenna flying through her mind. She kept picturing them at a small candlelit table sitting close, talking…well, more like flirting, since that was one of Damon's best skills. Jenna was probably laughing and touching him and …. Grrrr. Bonnie clenched her fists in anger. How dare HE? How dare he have sex with me and then go on a date? The witch got out of bed and shoved her feet in her sneakers. She opened her bedroom door as quietly as she could. Her father's chain-saw like snoring filled the hallway as she raced down the steps. She took her car keys from the basket and threw on an old zip up hoodie over her pajama top. She was in the driveway before she realized the zipper was broken. Shit. No time to change. She got in the car and started the engine, turning up the heat. As quietly as she could she backed the car onto the street and made her way to the Salvatore Boarding House.
Damon's Camaro wasn't out front when Bonnie got there. The clock read 11:30 pm. There was no way dinner took this long, unless….. ARGH! Just the thought fueled the flame inside her.
She marched up to the door and let herself in the house. She was on her way up to Damon's room when she heard a door open on the far side of the parlor.
"Damon?"
"Bonnie?" Stefan's voice carried through the cavernous room.
"Is your brother back yet?" she asked.
"Bonnie, you shouldn't be here," Stefan told her.
"So he's not back yet," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"No and you should go home."
"I'm not leaving," Bonnie informed Stefan. "Damon and I have some things to discuss."
"Bonnie," Stefan came further into the room. "I'm asking you to please leave."
"So you're in on this too?" she snapped. "Covering up for Damon."
"This has nothing to do with Damon," Stefan's eyes darkened. "Now please go."
Woof woof woof
Bonnie straightened up in shock. "Is that a dog?" she asked Stefan.
The vampire glanced back to the kitchen then back at her.
"When did you get a dog?" she looked at the kitchen door. "What's its name?"
"It's not a pet," Stefan's hard eyes glared at her.
"Oh," Bonnie cleared her throat nervously. She didn't mean to interrupt Stefan's dinner.
From the kitchen there came a scratching sound and then the sound of something being knocked over.
"I trust you can let yourself out." Stefan said coldly as he went back through the door.
Bonnie nodded and turned back to the door.
She was several steps away from the front of the house when the front door opened. Damon stepped inside carrying a large styrofoam take out box in his hand.
"Well, Hello Kitty," he grinned as he looked at her.
Bonnie pursed her lips together, vaguely aware of the reference to the Japanese character on her pajamas.
"Do you like Italian?" Damon asked holding out the box to her. "Of course you do," he chuckled. "That's why you're here isn't it? Just can't get enough."
Every muscle in the witch's body tensed at his indecent proposal.
"Be a doll and put this in the fridge for me," he placed the box in her hands. "I'm going to brush my teeth," he exhaled into his cupped hand. "Garlic – elch," he pretended to be repulsed. "And then I'll meet you upstairs," he slid a finger under her chin.
Bonnie couldn't control herself any longer. "I'm not here to have SEX with you," she roared throwing the container at him. It burst open on impact then fell to the rug. Red sauce and ravioli splattered everywhere.
Damon looked down at the mess, then back at her with a puzzled expression.
"How was DINNER?" Bonnie yelled just before she completely lost control.
Books, vases and bric a brac flew from the shelves. Every candle in the room lit simultaneously with high burning flames.
"Bonnie…"
She heard him saying her name and it just drove the fury more. Chairs and couches crashed together as the floor shook. Pieces of plaster fell from the ceiling as the chandelier swung from side to side. The witch was overcome by a volcanic explosion of Power, so forceful that she could barely channel it.
There was another crash.
"Bonnie!"
The dog was barking furiously.
"Bonnie!"
The whole house was shaking. A painting fell from the wall just a few feet away from her. And all she could think about was how much she wanted to kill the Goddam vampire. The burnt out log in the fireplace came to life, shooting sparks out into the room.
"BONNIE!"
Something knocked her to the floor and held her down. It was a small distraction, but enough for her to lose her focus momentarily. With just a thought, she sent her attacker into the wall, bringing a bookcase down on top of him.
From the corner of her eye, she noticed it was Stefan lying in a pile of books. He was in the process of lifting the bookcase that had him pinned down.
Damon's laughter caught her attention and she turned to face him.
"You're next," Bonnie threatened as she lifted the bookcase from Stefan and hurled it at Damon. But he moved so quickly he was just a blur and so she missed.
"BONNIE!" Stefan grabbed her from behind and knocked her to the floor again. "You have to stop, NOW!" he commanded as he knelt on her shoulders, pinning her to the floor. "I SAID STOP!"
His harsh tone was quite a wake up call and Bonnie ceased her attack. The witch's chest heaved from the physical exertion. Her mind and body felt drained and so she closed her eyes, reeling in the power.
"Now THAT'S foreplay," Damon commented as he pushed Stefan out of the way and knelt down over Bonnie.
"Get away from me," Bonnie growled through clenched teeth as she pushed against his chest with her meager human strength.
A corner of Damon's lower lip slipped into his mouth as he took her hands in his, moving them down until they were pinned over her head. The vampire was practically sitting on her as he leaned forward letting his cheek brush against hers. "Do you have any idea how sexy that was?" his husky voice swooned in her ear.
Sexy? Bonnie frowned. She was going for intimidating, scary, powerful…
"Let's go upstairs," He shifted his hips as he spoke and his hard length pressed against her body. The witch was absolutely stunned that Damon was so aroused. Was that a vampire thing? Or maybe a fetish?
"NO," she rebuted his suggestion.
"OK. We'll stay right here," his hands left hers and slipped up under her shirt.
"Damon!" Bonnie immediately clutched his hands with hers, only the thin cotton separating them. Just over Damon she could see Stefan standing there, his grumpy demeanor now bordering on nasty.
But Damon's hands were quick, and slipped below the elastic waist in her flannel pajama bottoms. "No panties tonight?" Damon said aloud as his fingers brushed across her groin.
"DAMON!" Stefan snarled. His face transformed. Black veins trailed over his cheekbones leading down to his mouth which hung slightly open leaving his sharp teeth exposed.
For a moment Bonnie forgot about Damon, her attention now transfixed on the younger brother. She knew he was a vampire, but she'd never seen it – until now. Frankly, he looked a little creepy.
A silent exchange passed between the two brothers, during which Damon removed his hands from her body. When Stefan stormed back into the kitchen, Damon scooped Bonnie up in his arms and began carrying her upstairs.
"We're not having sex," Bonnie informed him as he set her on his bed.
"Ok," he smiled as he climbed over her, slipping his hands down her bottoms once more.
"I said 'No'," Bonnie sat up and slapped at his hand. Of course, he already had her pants around her ankles.
"I heard you," he replied as he climbed on the bed with her.
"You are UNBELIEVABLE!" Bonnie gave him a shove with her magic, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor.
Damon got to his feet and holding his hands up in surrender.
"Don't even pretend you're innocent," Bonnie balanced herself on one leg, stepping into her pants with the other. "And don't think for a second that I'm going to put up with your shit." Pulling her pants to her waist she slipped a shoe on and scanned the floor for the other one.
Damon stood less than a millimeter away from her. "I flushed. Honest."
"Oh, you know what I mean," Bonnie met his gaze. "Dinner. Reservations. Did you think I wouldn't find out about you and HER?"
"Are you talking about Jenna?" Damon's eyebrows arched slightly.
Slipping on her other shoe, Bonnie went straight for the bedroom door but Damon got there first.
"Are you jealous?" Damon's blue eyes couldn't mask his giddiness as he asked the question.
"No," Bonnie informed him. "Jealousy would imply that I have feelings for you, which I don't," she added hastily.
"It was just dinner," Damon's hands slipped around Bonnie's waist. "And I mean that literally. Actual food. Eating with utensils. I even used a napkin."
"You can do whatever you want," Bonnie pushed him away. "I don't care."
Damon just grinned wider. "Obviously you do care."
"No Damon, I don't care AT ALL," Bonnie made a move for the door which Damon had blocked.
"Ok fine, you don't care," Damon conceded as his fingertips caressed Bonnie's shoulders. "But let me tell you about me and Jenna."
"I don't want to hear…" Bonnie began only to stop short as Damon's mouth came within a breadth of her own.
"The entire ride to the restaurant, Jenna talked. We drank wine. Jenna talked. We ate dinner. Jenna talked. I wanted to leave but Jenna kept talking. She's like Caroline, only older. It was torture, Bonnie. Pure torture."
"Did you kiss her?"
"I thought about it – just to shut her up," Damon smiled. "But no. I didn't."
Bonnie stood there, wondering whether or not to believe him. Damon was a lot of things; mean, malicious and arrogant to name a few of his better known qualities, but he wasn't a liar.
"So are you going out with her again?" Not that it should matter, but the sick curiosity inside Bonnie wanted to know.
"We're going to the game tomorrow," Damon replied as his hands combed through the witch's hair. "I was hoping to have sex with her. On the fan bus. In front of everyone. Sort of a pre-game show."
"You're such an ass," Bonnie leaned forward burying her face against Damon's sweater. It was all the encouragement Damon needed and before she realized what was happening she was on the bed again minus her pajama bottoms with a half-naked vampire between her legs.
Bonnie was about to push him away when the most glorious sensation overcame her.
"Damon what are you doing?" she panted watching as he looked up at her with a sly smile.
"Licking."
"Licking?" Bonnie repeated fighting the sea of desire that threatened her resolve.
"Licking," Damon repeated. "It's not against The Rules, Bonnie." His head dipped down again and Bonnie let herself fall back on the bed as his tongue swept over the sensitive nerves. For a brief second, she absolutely hated herself for this. For letting him take advantage of her. But it felt soooo good. Leave it to Damon to find a loophole. Her thought was muddled by the physical pleasure. Fuck it. Bonnie reached her hands down sifting them through Damon's silky hair as her hips grinded against his mouth.
Ohhh yeaaah. In her head she convinced herself that as long as she didn't say his name it was acceptable to allow this. Licking. She was surprised that he'd waited this long to 'bend' the rules.
Her breathing quickened as places on her body warmed with delight. The witch's moans were just that, soft ohhh's and ahhh's, which she could tell was annoying the vampire. In addition to his mouth he added his fingers, increasing the friction. But Bonnie could be stubborn too. The sheets were gripped tightly in her palms as she felt herself edging closer to her climax.
Damon's tongue traveled between her hip bones, pausing at her navel to trace the outline. Bonnie's chest burned as she struggled to stay quiet.
"Say it," Damon whispered as his fingers slowed. "Say it, Bonnie."
"uuhhh," Bonnie let out a small gasp.
"Bon-nie"
As much as she wanted to hold back and not allow him the satisfaction of seeing how much she enjoyed this, it was as hard as holding in a sneeze. You can delay it, but inevitably it will happen.
Damon's tongue made its way slowly up her body. She closed her eyes, forgoing all the other sensations except touch. His touch. Which was unmatched by anything she'd ever experienced in her short life.
The pressure on her body increased as Damon's weight rested on her. His midnight locks tickling under her chin as he traced circles around her nipples. Deep breaths were all she could manage as her hands flew wildly along his shoulders.
"Bon-nie"
The melody of her name was accompanied by Damon sliding inside her. Bonnie dug her nails into his pale skin at the unexpected penetration. She couldn't remember when or how he'd taken off his pants. And what the hell happened to her 'kick ass and take names' game plan?
The vampire moaned softly, taking his time. Bonnie wrapped her arms around him, answering each of his thrusts with her own. Damon's head nestled against hers, his biceps flexing with each motion.
"Damon"
She mumbled cradling the nape of his neck in hands. Damon, Damon, Damon. She traced down his spine with the tip of her fingernail, enjoying the way his body shivered at the sensation. Continuing down his torso she ran her hands down the small of his back. Damon paused for a moment and looked at her, his messy hair hanging in his face.
"Feeling adventurous?"
"Ummm," Bonnie replied uncertainly, not sure what a century and half old vampire's definition of 'adventurous' might be.
"Trust me," Damon's sapphire eyes gleamed.
But that just made her more nervous. Trusting Damon Salvatore was not the action of an intelligent person.
He sat back on his heels cupping his hands around the back of Bonnie's legs.
"Damon," Bonnie put her hands over his as he pushed her legs upward, until her ankles were practically at her shoulders.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
"No, but…" she watched as he hungrily licked his lips pushing her legs even further forward. It was the mattress that stopped the forward motion.
"Dear God," Damon exhaled hard. "I had no idea you were so flexible."
Bonnie wasn't sure how to reply to that statement, if she had been given a chance. But Damon was already lining himself up against her, his chest heaving excitedly.
The metaphorical sneeze happened. Bonnie lost every bit of self-control she had. The deep penetration flipped a switch inside her, and she screamed with ecstasy. Bonnie climaxed so hard, she didn't even realize that Damon's volume had surpassed her own as he reached his own finish line.
He'd been supporting his weight on his outstretched arms, while simultaneously holding her ankles, but now he collapsed on top of her, releasing her legs, letting them come to rest on his shoulders. One by one Damon moved his arms inside her legs and Bonnie let them fall against the sheets. There was a slight burning in her right hamstring and she thought she saw a bruise forming around her left ankle. But the injuries were minor, the way she felt right now was priceless.
Damon held her in a close embrace as though he was using her chest as a pillow. His eyes were closed and there was a peaceful expression on his face. Bonnie gently snaked her fingers across his shoulders, back and forth at snail's pace. Bonnie knew if she had the power to stop time this would be the moment when she would use it.
It was then that she questioned her feelings toward Damon. Was he still the enemy? The homicidal vampire with no conscience? No remorse? Or was there something under all that? Because right now, she could swear that there was still a significant amount of humanity in him. But she also knew that no one would believe her if she tried to argue that point.
"You like me," Damon stated as he snuggled closer into Bonnie's body.
"I don't like you," Bonnie responded. "I just don't hate you."
The vampire rotated his head, propping his chin in her cleavage. "I don't hate you, either."
Bonnie felt herself blushing. An "I don't hate you" coming from Damon meant a lot more than it should.