A/: Hi Guys! Sorry I left you hanging for a while. But here is the latest update. I hope you like and enjoy. I'm not incredibly happy with it, but I hope you guys will. As always thank you so much for reading! R&R! And of course let me know what you think of it.

Disclaimer: These characters (with the exception of Leith) are the creative property of LJ Smith. No copyright infringement is intended.

Bonnie had never ridden in a Ferrari before. And she certainly never rode in one with a dangerously handsome vampire. As she looked at Damon over the console while he sped down the highway pressing the pedal all the way to the floor, he looked over at her holding her gaze.

The needle climbed higher and higher…85…95…100 miles an hour they were flying down the semi-vacant streets. His eyes glued on hers, hers on his neither one wanting to be the first to break eye contact.

Laughter bubbled up from her belly and Bonnie exploded. "We're going to crash!" she said while maintaining eye contact.

"And my reflexes are good enough to save you even if we're both ejected from the car."

"You're not afraid of getting pulled over by the cops?"

Damon shrugged a shoulder and then tapped the side of his head. "I have the best built in get out of jail free card."

Bonnie giggled and finally broke their gazing contest. They were vastly approaching a slow moving 18-Wheeler. Bonnie tried not to let the fear show on her face, but she may have gripped the door handle.

Damon zipped around the truck never breaking speed. The driver blared the horn out of annoyance. Damon reared his head back and laughed cockily. Bonnie could only shake her head and throw up a prayer to heaven in thanks that the car didn't hydroplane.

They were probably less than five minutes away from her house. Damon must have realized it as well for he began to let up on the gas and the car rapidly decelerated. Playing on the radio was Battle of One by 30 Seconds to Mars which Bonnie felt was the perfect soundtrack for this ride.

The two of them had snuck off just moments after Leith's departure. Bonnie's cell phone had been buzzing the whole time prompting her to send a single text to Meredith letting her know she was fine and that she was with Damon. The reply text Meredith sent back was LOL smiley face. It was dangerous letting her sensibilities run free and take control of her. Bonnie's actions as of late had been dipping towards the impulsive side but isn't that what made life interesting? Making hard and fast decisions, living in the moment and waking up without regret?

She would have regretted not spending as much time with Damon as she possibly could.

It was hard to believe she had only been back stateside for three weeks, and she felt herself getting caught in his storm once more.

But Damon had always been something of a Tsunami. He came without warning and drowned everything in his path.

Well, she was definitely in his path and maybe she was ready to drown.

At the start of dinner she thought they might have fallen back to square one, but she should have known that it wasn't so easy to trifle with Damon, nor lead him by the nose like Elena had assumed. Stefan, her poor unfortunate Stefan might fall for her bullsh*t with a smile on his face, but Damon had had more practice in being impenetrable.

So the zing of excitement she felt when Damon suggested they get lost, caused her impulsive nature to rear its beautiful head and she quickly climbed into his car.

The first leg of the ride was spent in silence. But it wasn't until Bonnie made eye contact and held his sharp gaze that things became interesting.

Guard yourself, Bonnie, you're not exactly out of the woods yet.

They had pulled up in front of her house much to her dismay.

Damon cut the engine but didn't make any moves to get out of the car.

"I love the sound of your voice," he said and turned to face her. "Would you sing for me—only me—one day?"

Bonnie made a restless movement with her shoulders. "I might. I'd just have to find a song to convey how you make me feel."

His eyebrow lifted. He recalled the words to the song she sang tonight with perfect clarity. Damon wasn't one to always assume everything was about him, but he'd be a dummy to think that that song wasn't a personal message just for him.

"And the song you sang tonight?" he questioned. "You weren't trying to send me a subliminal message?"

Bonnie bit her lower lip and dropped her eyes to her lap. Resting next to her feet was the gift Leith had given her. She thought it might be rude to wear Leith's gift in Damon's presence which in hindsight Bonnie realized how ridiculous that was. She loved Leith, maybe not in the same way she loved Damon, and she wasn't ashamed of their friendship. In fact, if it weren't for their friendship she might not be able to be this close to Damon without either bursting into tears or pounding his flesh with her small hands.

Bonnie cleared her throat and met Damon's sparkling midnight eyes. "I might have been thinking of you when I first learned that song. After awhile it kind of became my anthem in helping me move on from…well you know."

Damon nodded his head and ran his fingers over the steering wheel.

"How much trouble do you think I'm in for stealing you away?" Damon asked.

That wasn't the question he originally wanted to ask. What he wanted to know was how deep Bonnie's connection was to the intruder—Leith. But the boy was gone, Bonnie hadn't brought up Elena, why ruin a good night by bringing up rubbish?

"Enough to get you staked on sight—at least," she answered.

Damon grinned in the dark interior of the car before getting out and flashing over to Bonnie's side. She retrieved her gift before stepping out on the pavement.

Their eyes were like magnets, polarized and ready to make a connection. The wind swept her long tresses across her face, and Damon's fingers carefully tucked the defiant strands back into place behind her ear. With those same fingers he ran them across her pale cheek and traced the shape of her lips. Bonnie leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttered closed, and before she knew it found herself crushed against Damon.

Her feet were no longer touching the pavement and when she popped her eyes open she gasped and clutched Damon in a death grip.

She let out a sound that was a mix between a peel of laughter and a blood curdling scream.

"I won't drop you," he whispered into her ear as he rose higher and higher, past the top of the trees, over the roofs of houses.

"Not too high," she warned him. "I still need oxygen to breathe."

Damon merely nodded his head in acknowledgement and then changed their trajectory. They began to head south.

His face was serious. Bonnie kept her eyes focused on him because if she looked at the world whirling past her she might faint or vomit and she didn't want to do either. She didn't want to miss a single moment in Damon's arms.

Slowly they began to descend down to the earth below. They were in the woods. In the far distance Bonnie could hear a brook or stream.

"Where are we?" Bonnie asked the minute her feet touched the ground. The smell of wood burning was heavy in the air.

Up a small incline about ten feet from her present location, she saw a house. It was a two story Victorian that kind of reminded her of the White House.

"We're at my home," Damon answered taking her by the hand and leading her over a small wooden bridge on to the back of the property. Bonnie's eyes widened and she looked over at Damon.

"You live here?"

"Yes well…one day," she could see his pearly white teeth in the total darkness of the forest. "I bought it a few months ago."

"I don't know why, but I thought you lived at the boardinghouse."

"I like my privacy. I'm sure Ms. Flowers is an excellent house mate to have, but she's far too prudent for my liking. Besides, she has Stefan to protect her," he snorted as if the idea of Stefan being able to protect anyone was ludicrous.

He turned to her fully and though it was dark, she was still able to see the intent written plainly in his eyes. There was also the dangerous smirk she had to contend with. His smile had always been her weakness, and whenever he decided to be extra charming, Damon was irresistible.

"I would take you inside for a quick tour but the interior still needs a lot of work. The original owners let the house fall to ruin in the late nineties, so the property just sat and sat on the market for over a decade. However it avoided being condemned by the city."

"So where do you sleep?"

"Here and there and everywhere in between," he grinned. Bonnie stared up at him petulantly. Damon sighed. "I have a rented suite at The Colonial, madam. That's where I lay my head during the day at least."

"I'm sure when you're done with all of the repairs it's going to be beautiful. Are you going to have a house warming party?"

Damon looked thoughtfully at his property. The idea never even crossed his mind and even if it had, who would he invite? It wasn't like he had many personal friends or close acquaintances, or even associates for that matter.

"I haven't thought that far enough ahead. I've been going back and forth with the contractor I hired. He must think I'm a fool because he suspects I'm a spoiled trust fund baby and I don't know enough about the world to tell a seasoned man like himself the cost of building supplies and materials. I've come close to throttling him twice. So the house warming thing will have to wait."

"Oh, well if you do decide to throw one…or I could throw one for you, I'd wouldn't mind."

"Grazzi, signora." Pause. "I should get you home."

Bonnie grabbed him by the arm. "Wait." She looked up at him. "I never got the opportunity to say this…but when you were gone, not a day went by where I didn't think about you. But I knew you would come back one day."

He pulled her to his chest again and kissed the crown of her head. "You're the reason I fought to come back. I had to be here to protect my little red bird."

Bonnie smiled against his torso and felt her feet clear the ground again.

Damon snuck her through the window of her bedroom. He caressed her cheek and whispered something to her in Italian before morphing into a crow and taking off.

IIII

After showering Bonnie stood in front of the mirror, twisting her neck from side to side, puckering and un-puckering her lips, stretching and squinting her eyes. She pulled her long hair up in a makeshift ponytail and for a second missed her curly hair. Letting her hair fall back into place, she then dropped her gaze to the necklace.

She ran her index finger over the jade stone and her thoughts immediately turned to Leith. He had been gone for only three hours but she missed him like crazy. If he hadn't come to dinner tonight getting through the evening would have been difficult and overbearing. Elena had been Elena, flaunting her beauty, commanding attention, acting like a total ditz all because she felt desperate.

Yet in another interesting twist Damon had followed after her and she had had an amazing time riding shotgun in his car, and then later…flying through the air in his arms.

She sighed contentedly. The night had been perfect.

Bonnie shook her head, picked up the necklace and put it on. The stone glowed iridescent orange for a second before the flicker went out and it was again a mint green.

"Whoa," she said and then waited a moment to see if it would happen again. It didn't.

Shrugging, Bonnie padded over to the bed. Turning the covers back, she slid between the sheets, and extinguished the light.

Her head barely hit the pillow before she saw the first image of her dream.

She was back in Scotland in the prairie where she'd let Courtney her mare, graze the earth and canter around. Sitting up in an old wicker tree, Bonnie swung a single leg over the branch and began to hum.

Looking around covertly to make sure she was absolutely alone, she cleared her throat a few times and began singing.

Courtney had stopped her munching for two seconds to look up at Bonnie. And since the horse was her only audience right now, Bonnie began to sing full force towards the animal.

The sound of applause was absent once the song was over, but Bonnie didn't care. It was her first time singing outside of a shower so she was proud of herself for that small accomplishment no matter how minor it might appear to someone else.

She loved Scotland, especially at night because everything became so still and frozen like someone taking a snapsnot. Sighing again she leaned against the branch and looked west.

A few yards away she saw the silhouette of a figure walking straight towards her—the shape told her it was a man. No one else knew she was out here so seeing someone heading straight for her, coaxed Bonnie out of the tree. She shot over to Courtney ready to make her escape when she heard a familiar voice call her name.

"Stefan?" Bonnie said uncertainly. Surely it wasn't him. He was back in Fells Church along with everyone one else she loved and/or liked. But as she turned back around sure enough it was the green-eyed boy whose bones at one point she wouldn't have minded jumping.

An ear-to-ear grin bloomed on her face as she ran over to Stefan.

"Bonnie!"

"Stefan what are you doing here?" she asked and forced herself not to launch right into his arms. But Stefan grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug.

He still looked the same—obviously, and smelled the same, and as she pulled back to look into his leaf green orbs, she noticed his eyes were no longer stricken and despondent, they were dancing again.

"I wanted to check up on you," Stefan replied.

"Oh, Stefan I'm so sorry I left…"

He shushed her. "I understand why you had to leave and I don't blame you, Bonnie, nor am I mad at you."

He looked her over again and noticed she had gained back the weight she lost, and her hair was still the same unruly yet beautiful web of curls. Stefan noticed the subtle differences about her but was overjoyed by the fact that at the heart of everything Bonnie was still fundamentally the same.

They sat down and talked for what seemed like hours, rode on Courtney to a nearby lake and swam—fully clothed. It was like having her long lost friend or adopted brother back, yet Bonnie had to amend that because she had had some not-so-sisterly thoughts about Stefan.

In the past. It was all in the past, she reminded herself.

They must have fallen asleep because Bonnie felt the sun on her skin. She slowly opened her eyes and caught Stefan resting on his side, propped up on his elbow, face turned towards the horizon.

"Good morning. Oh, God Aunt Matilde is probably worried sick that I didn't come home last night."

Stefan turned the full brilliance of his eyes on her and Bonnie felt a nervous flutter go through her. Honestly last night was the most carefree she had ever seen Stefan, and the most carefree she had felt since leaving home. Yet, she had a sneaking suspicion that his time with her was about to come to an abrupt end, and she'd crash back to reality.

"I think she'll be okay."

"I should have asked this last night but I was just too happy to see you, but how long are you staying?"

The happiness in his eyes dimmed just a bit. "I'm leaving this afternoon."

Bonnie sat up on her elbows and pouted. "What? Why? You only got here last night."

"I know, but I didn't mean to make my presence known. I just wanted to have visual confirmation that you were all right, but then I heard you singing—and you have a beautiful voice by the way—it was almost like a siren's call and I couldn't help myself. I'm so sorry, Bonnie. I was being selfish last night."

Bonnie shook her head. "Don't apologize. I'm glad you came. And you can stay, Stefan. What's so important in Fells Church that it can't wait a few more days?"

He sighed. "I shouldn't be here."

"Why?"

His eyes dropped to her mouth for a tenth of a second before he forced them to her eyes again. "I missed you and I wanted to see you. But now…I feel like there's something else I have to do."

Bonnie stared at him patiently. Stefan's head bent a little and then Bonnie felt the gentle press of his mouth against hers. It took a moment for her to realize Stefan Salvatore just kissed her.

Bonnie touch her lips with her fingertips and then found herself getting lost in his eyes again. Oh, no.

"I'm so sorry, Bonnie, but you can't remember any of this…"

In her present time continuum, Bonnie jolted upright in bed.

Stefan kissed her.

Stefan kissed her while she was in Scotland.

Stefan kissed her while she was in Scotland and then wiped her memory of it.

Stefan was going to be a dead man by the end of the morning.

IIII

His eyes had cracked open during the onset of the sun rising, but he wasn't motivated to go through his usual routine. Most mornings Stefan would get up, clear his mind with calisthenics, shower, dress, and go out hunting. But today he remained in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

What seemed like a minute to him had actually been a few hours when his thinking was interrupted by abrupt banging on his door.

Stefan rolled out of bed and answered.

A tiny fist smashed into his face and he actually felt pain. He stumbled backwards and grabbed his nose and surprisingly it was swelling up.

"Bonnie, what the hell?"

The girl in question marched into his room and proceeded to slap him. Stunned and caught off guard, Stefan tried to block as many of her shots as he could, but it seemed like there were two of her attacking him from all sides.

"How could you do that to me, Stefan?"

He caught one hand and was desperately trying to get the other. "Do…what?" he asked after dodging another blow to his face.

"You used Influence on me!"

His thoughts had scattered like birds as he tried to think back to the time he had used Influence on Bonnie.

When she stomped on his instep the answer came to him.

Scotland.

"Bon…" slap.

"Let…" kick.

"Me..." another slap.

"Explain".

Before they knew it they had tumbled backwards on his bed with Bonnie straddling him. Stefan was vaguely aware of that and quickly changed their positions, flipping them over.

He still held her by the wrists although she was determined to wrench them free and show his eye balls her fingernails.

"After everything we've been through," she said through clenched teeth. "How could you take that memory away from me?"

"Because I didn't want things to be awkward between us," he stressed. "Like now," he added.

Bonnie still struggled underneath his weight as she flailed her legs about like a fish out of water.

"And how did you remember?" he asked as Bonnie managed to rip an arm free which she proceeded to bang him over the head with it.

"I dreamt it but I know it was real."

She popped him good upside the head- that she knew because pain zinged up her arm and she bit her lips to keep them from trembling.

Stefan smelled saline in the ear and knew tears were coming. "Are you going to calm down?"

"No!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her against the bed. "No?" it was hard to keep the smile off his face.

The blooming anger on Bonnie's melted for a second into a fit of giggles, but then she tightened the reigns and remembered that Stefan had broken a trust between them, and she wasn't going to let him off the hook.

Plus she always saw results when being difficult.

She glared up into his emerald eyes and he shook her again when her lips parted to protest.

Then something to her left caught her attention and Stefan was plucked off of her.

"How dare you!" He didn't wait to hear an explanation. Damon balled his hand into a fist and plunged it into Stefan's jaw.

The younger Salvatore went flying into the adjacent wall creating a dent where his shoulder made contact.

Damon flashed furious eyes quickly at Bonnie who was beyond startled. Her dress had ridden up exposing her underwear. Feeling a new wave of anger at his brother's boorishness, Damon grabbed Stefan by the collar of his shirt and punched him again.

Bonnie scrambled to sit up on the bed while pulling down her dress. She couldn't explain how it rode up to her waist.

"Damon stop!"

"You dare to defile her, you cur!"

Oh, sh*t, Bonnie thought. She could always tell when Damon was beyond pissed because he usually began talking as if he were back in the sixteenth century. Just as she was about to intervene, Stefan deflected one of Damon's blows with a blow of his own to his stomach.

"Damon…he wasn't…trying to hurt me. Stop!"

Punch, punch, jab, and before long, Stefan hurled Damon around by the collar of his shirt and threw him out the third story window.

Stefan had been waiting to do this for months, but the opportunity to kick his brother's ass never came, and though Stefan could empathize with Damon wanting to protect a maiden, even he couldn't be that dumb to think he'd force himself on Bonnie. Even thinking of hurting her would warrant an ass kicking.

Bonnie screamed and watched as Stefan jumped through the broken window to the ground, almost landing on Damon's back.

Rushing to the window and looking down, she saw the brothers rolling around like comic book characters.

She had to break this up. It was a misunderstanding and completely her fault.

Bonnie almost knocked Ms. Flowers over as the old woman came stumbling out of her room holding her robe closed with her tiny vein-lined hand.

"Dear, what is going on?"

"Stefan and Damon are fighting. I have to stop them."

Ripping open the backdoor and running to the side of the house, Bonnie came up short when she saw Elena trying to break up the fight between the immortals.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and then stupidly put herself in the middle when Damon threw Stefan to the ground with his boot poised to stomp on his ankle more than likely to break it.

"Damon that's enough," Bonnie said after throwing herself on top of Stefan to protect him.

He growled as he stared her down, breathing erratically.

Elena came to stand next to Damon and placed a hand over his balled fist that was still suspended in the air.

That irritated the crap out of Bonnie who quickly rose and didn't offer Stefan any assistance to get up.

Silence grew all around.

"You," she said addressing Elena who was trying to make goo-goo eyes at Damon, "talk to this one," she pointed at Stefan. "You," she said looking at Damon who was like a cobra ready to strike, "come with me."

Bonnie tugged Damon by the hem of his leather jacket back towards the house. Once inside she spun around and faced him.

His face was still pinched with anger but she noticed he had calmed down some. "You know that was completely uncalled for, right?"

"He was on top of you attacking you."

"No, he wasn't, Damon. In fact…I was the one who threw the first punch."

Confusion marred his face. "Why?"

"It's a complicated matter and one that's between me and your brother. You know Stefan would never do anything to hurt me."

"But I heard you struggling and the way he was speaking to you," Damon stopped abruptly feeling the string of his ire being plucked again. A replay of what he heard sounded off in his head and all he could think about was getting to his little red bird and destroying whoever or whatever it was that was attacking her.

When he saw that it was Stefan, his anger shot up like high blood pressure and he saw red. It didn't matter that the man he'd have to kill was his own flesh and blood. Stefan had crossed a line and it was time for Damon to lay him low.

The door to the boardinghouse opened and closed. She saw Damon puff his chest out like a bull ready to go after the matador.

"Peace, brother," Stefan said with his hands out in surrender.

Damon pointed a finger towards Stefan. "Mark my words, boy if you ever touch her again without invitation I will personally put you in a grave."

Renewed anger soared through Stefan and he took a bold step forward, but Elena caught him by the arm. Bonnie watched them carefully and wondered how their conversation played out, but she brought her focus back to Damon who looked ready to start round three of this title fight.

"I'm going to get the broom and dust pan and Damon you're going to help me clean up that mess in Stefan's room."

If she thought she had seen Damon's outraged expression before it didn't compare to the rage that was on his face now. Inwardly she laughed as she quickly retrieved said items from a storage closet off the kitchen.

"You'll need these," Ms. Flowers handed her a pair of yellow latex gloves, and a garbage bag. "There's quite a bit of glass up there."

Bonnie smiled gratefully at the woman. "Come on, Damon."

His eyes tracked her as she headed over to the staircase. "I do not do chores."

"Well you do now."

They engaged in a stare down but it wasn't until Bonnie's eyebrow arched that Damon made any move in her direction.

"While they're cleaning, you two will help prepare breakfast, won't you?" Ms. Flowers addressed Stefan and Elena whose eyes were glued to the other pair.

"Maybe we should help Bonnie and Damon?" Elena looked at the older woman whose eyes were pleading for her to let it go and leave them alone.

"No, we'll help you, Ms. Flowers. I'm so sorry for disrupting your sleep, and for breaking the window," Stefan's apology as always was heartfelt and genuine.

"It needed replacing any ways," she tapped his cheek and shuffled to the kitchen.

Bonnie proceeded up the stairs with a reluctant and petulant Damon following after her.

The shattered glass on the floor reflected the sun like a broken rainbow. She handed the broom to Damon and instructed him where to start sweeping, while she busied herself with plucking the remaining glass out of the ledge.

I have no idea how to operate this thing, Damon thought as he dragged the bristles across the floor growing frustrated when they didn't pile neatly in the dust pan. Bonnie looked at him over her shoulder and giggled.

"You have to hold the dust pan up at an angle and then sweep the debris on it."

The back of his neck felt like it should have been burning. Damon knew how to sweep if only in theory. During his human years they had had servants for this kind of work, and when he became a vampire, well cleaning or learning how to clean was not on his list of priorities.

Bonnie went back to work, taking out the glass and tossing it into the garbage bag.

"So you're not going to tell me what you and my brother were…arguing about?"

"No."

"But it must have been something of great importance or otherwise you wouldn't have decided to pick a fight with a vampire. Surely you must have known the odds would be stacked against you."

"I do know that and maybe I wasn't thinking clearly at the time."

"He could have hurt you, Bonnie."

She stilled when she heard the worry in his voice. It softened her resolve just a little. "I know that and I know it was dumb but I had a point to make."

He stood up and planted his hands on his hips. "Did you make it?"

She turned to face him, but her hand was still resting on the windowpane. "I don't believe so because we were so rudely interrupted. Youch!"

Damon flashed over to her, reaching for her injured hand. Blood began to seep through the glove.

Seeing her blood and smelling her blood made his gums throb.

Carefully Damon peeled the glove off revealing her injured index finger.

It was an inch long, vertical cut.

Bonnie winced, grimaced and did a little two step dance on her feet. Everyone knew paper cuts could hurt like the dickens and this was like the mother of all paper cuts.

The blood slowly ran down her finger like a little river and she noticed the change in Damon's demeanor. He was no longer focused on her but her blood.

He licked his lips. "May I?"

She only nodded her head. Damon slipped her finger into his mouth and Bonnie moaned slightly at the sucking motion of his mouth and the fact he ran his tongue over and across her finger determined to get every last drop of blood the cut could produce.

This lasted no longer than half a minute before she watched Damon bite the corner of his bottom lip with his fang and his head descended towards hers.

Their lips met in a frenzy and she tasted his blood, ancient, powerful, and addicting as it lathered her tongue before she boldly swallowed. Their lips meshed together like the Ying and Yang sign and he drank in her moans and sighs of pleasure not wanting a single morsel of her deliciousness to escape.

Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her frame against the hardness of his body. Damon picked her up thereby straddling her legs around his waist and they went stumbling into the nearest wall.

She broke away from his feverish lips. "Don't let them come up here," she said before smashing her lips to his again.

He wanted to say something clever like 'your wish is my command' but he was too busy making love to her mouth at the present moment.

When she needed a breath, Bonnie turned her head to the side. "Bite me somewhere you've never bitten anyone before," she kissed his cheek.

The glint in Damon's eyes was dangerous as he lowered Bonnie to her feet. He took a step back, eyes roaming over her body. Bonnie could have sworn she felt him touching her in all the places his eyes landed.

Her heart was thumping wildly against her ribcage and she was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe normally.

It became more difficult when Damon's hand bunched the ends of her dress and pulled the fabric apart. It unbuttoned easily enough and she stood before him in her virgin white lace bra and matching bikini panties.

He fell to his haunches, his hair tickling her belly. Bonnie gasped when his teeth made contact with her skin as Damon put her left leg over his shoulder.

What an interesting spot indeed.

Fifteen minutes later, dress miss buttoned, their hair sticking up in odd places, Bonnie and Damon stumbled down the stairs, bypassing the kitchen without uttering a single word to the three people sitting at the table eating breakfast.

Ms. Flowers blushed profusely and pretended to read the morning paper. For a split second Bonnie wondered if she had ever seen Stefan's eyes bulge that far before. Elena for her part looked half pissed off and half shocked.

"You're not going to eat breakfast?" Elena forced her lips to mumble.

Bonnie twisted the knob and opened the back door. "We're going to head into town for breakfast."

She ran into the wall, giggled and stumbled out but missed the sly wink Damon directed at his brother before slamming the door closed behind him.

Chapter end.

A/N: FINALLY Damon and Bonnie have a first real kiss! It was about time it happened. In my humble opinion the times they kissed in the book Damon was doing it to distract her or because he felt bad about putting her in danger, but he never really kissed her because he WANTED to simply for pleasure. And I should say he drank from her femoral artery and not in a more er...private area he-he. Feedback on this is of course extremely welcomed! Love you guys! Oh, and I'm so glad you liked Leith. And I promise you he'll be back!