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-Anneryn
I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS
NOR DO I OWN TWILIGHT OR THE CHARACTERS.
Music Credit: "Forever" – Papa Roach, "Midnight Romeo" – Push Play, "Iris" – The Goo Goo Dolls
Chapter 10:
"You what!?" Damon and Stefan demanded in unison. I took a deep breath, trying to slow my breathing. Stefan's face is burning with concern. Damon looks furious.
"I was asleep… Th- the dream, it was so v- vivid." I stammered. "I think it's a warning." I added. Damon put a hand on my forehead.
'Show me.' He demanded. I nodded.
'Stefan?' I asked. He turned, and took my hand. I closed my eyes, and relived my nightmare. When it was over I opened my eyes, and shivered. I can't control my shaking. Neither of them let go of me. My breathing finally slowed. I looked up at Damon.
"That was him. There is no way… you could have possibly known what he looks like." Damon told me, quietly.
"A vision, of some sort," Stefan added. I nodded.
"It's happened before…" I offered. Both of them turned their attention to me.
"Never exactly as I see it," I clarified. "I had a dream about Damon. It's how I figured out that he could turn into a crow." I explained. Stefan's mouth formed a silent 'O.' I shrugged their hands off, and got off of Damon's bed. I stood up, and walked to the door. I opened it, and Damon's hand pushed it closed.
"Bonnie," Damon said warningly. I shook my head.
"Grams," I told him. He let his hand slide off of the door, and I opened it. I walked down the stairs, trying to ignore the urge to throw up the contents of my stomach. I knew that coming face to face with him is inevitable. But, I didn't expect this. I don't know what this means. I can't make sense of anything. My stomach lurched. I swallowed my bile. It lurched again, and I ran to the bathroom. I reached the toilet, and felt someone behind me. Stefan was holding my hair back.
"I've got you." Stefan whispered. I flipped to seat open, and spewed the contents of my stomach into the bowl. I heard Damon arguing with someone on the phone.
"Is he?" I choked out.
"Yes," Stefan answered quietly. He's talking with Grams. What do they know, that they aren't telling me? Or, better yet, what is she hiding? If Merrick… My stomach lurched again, and I vomited again. It gave a few more jumps, but I don't have anything else to empty. I sat back against the wall, shaking. Stefan handed me a wadded piece of toilet paper. I used it to wipe my mouth with. He took it, before I could protest, and flushed it, along with everything else in the toilet.
I stood up, and walked over to the sink. I opened the cupboard and grabbed the mouthwash. I poured some into a disposable cup, and rinsed my mouth out and swallowed some. I sat back down, and leaned my forehead against the wall. The cold feels nice. I can't keep doing this. I need to find out: what Merrick wants with me. I think I have an inkling, but I can't be sure. I need to speak with Grams. I need to do it now. I stood up, and walked into the living room. Damon was pacing, arguing harshly.
"Grace, I don't think that is wise. She needs to know. You need to get over here." He said, practically yelling. I walked over to him, and motioned for the phone. He turned his back to me. Rage flickered through my being. I'm not playing this game right now. I need answers. Someone is going to talk.
"Damon…" I growled.
"Grace, you aren't listening to me! Damn it!" He yelled. That only fueled the fire. I felt sparks pass over my fingers. I walked over to him, and flicked my hand. The phone flew from his hand, and landed into mine.
"I hear what you are saying, Damon. But, she isn't ready." I heard Grams argue.
"Grams," I said.
"Oh, Bon-Bon." She answered, sounding shocked.
"You need to come over. I know you're hiding something, and I don't know what. It isn't a good time for secrets." I told her. She exhaled.
"I'm only trying to protect you, Bonnie." She said in a tired voice.
"You can't protect me from this." I told her.
"I know." She whispered, her voice broke. I hate hearing her sound so defeated. She's one of the strongest people I know. I struggled keeping my own tears at bay.
"Grams, soon," I told her.
"Alright, ten minutes. Bye my Bonita." She said, hanging up her phone. I gasped. She does know. I shook my head, and threw my phone with as much force as I could muster. Damon caught it before it hit the floor. I glared at him. He held my gaze, but just looks tired. Why does everyone think that I can't handle the truth?
"Don't think that," Stefan muttered. I looked over at him. I don't know what else to think. Honestly, I just… I don't. I feel so exhausted, like I can't do anything. Everything is taking its toll. Thinking about this hurts. I just, can't. If I hear one more lie, I'm going to snap. I don't know if I'll be able to control myself. On top of everything else, I don't need it. I slid to the floor with my back against the back of the couch. I like the feeling of the cold hardwood floors against my legs. I kept myself propped up. Damon sat next to me, and tried to put his arm around me.
"Don't," I snapped at him.
"Bonnie… I…" He tried to explain.
"Save it." I told him. I can't hear this right now. Right now, nothing can justify what I am feeling. I am probably being irrational, but I don't care. The door opened. I looked over and saw Grams step inside.
"Bonnie…" She started. I stood up, gripping the couch for support. My legs feel like they are going to give out at any given second. "I should have told you, but, I wanted to make certain that the time was right. I was hoping to never have to tell you this. I don't quite understand it, myself, nor did your mother. Lena tried, she tried to reason. But nothing she did could change the way things were, the way that things are. It's what Merrick believes. I think that part of you already knows, but you are trying to deny it." She said. I just looked at her.
"Spit it out Grams." I told her. She took a deep breath.
"Does he know?" She asked me. Know what? Oh. I shook my head.
"No, I haven't told him. I don't think anyone else has." I told her.
"Told me what?" Damon asked in an irritated tone.
"I can't have children." I told him. His mouth opened slightly, and just looked at me. He looks like he lost in thought.
"You can't have children? What does that….?" He asked. I held up a hand to stop him.
"It means that I am the last in the Bennett line." I told him. His mouth stayed slightly ajar.
"You are the last of your branch." Grams corrected. I nodded. So did Damon.
"Your Aunt Sasha." He said remembering. I nodded.
"Her daughter, Lori is the last." I corrected myself.
"How?" Damon asked. Judging by Stefan's eyes, he was asking for the both of them.
"The chances of Grams having kids were about fifty-fifty. Her having two daughters, wasn't expected at all." I explained. They nodded. "Aunt Sasha never had any trouble having kids. She didn't get the defective gene." I continued. Grams nodded encouragingly. "But, Mom… She wasn't supposed to have any children. Her chances were very slim. And, when I didn't get a period, Mom took me to Carlisle. As it turns out, I can't have any. It just isn't possible. Something is wrong with how things are set up." I finished motioning to my stomach. They nodded slowly. I turned to Grams. "What does that have to do with what you aren't telling me?" I asked her. She opened her mouth, but didn't say anything.
"Merrick believed that you were the witch that he has been waiting for, because you are the last of your branch, of the Bennett witch bloodline and because you cannot bear children. He didn't know that you couldn't have kids. I always suspected that he had other reasoning as well, but I've never found out, what it was." She told us.
"Grams?" I asked her uncertainly. She has such an odd expression on her face.
"The way he has always been fascinated with you." She said shaking her head. So, this is what she's been hiding.
"What does he think I can do?" I asked her. She turned her head away. She looks so helpless; I've never seen her like this before.
"I'm not sure. He's been searching for an equal for so long. He has been around… for Goddess knows how long." She said.
"How does he expect me to be his equal?" I asked no one in particular.
"Bonnie, you may not realize this, or be able to fully control your powers, but something about you, is more powerful than I have seen in any other witch, with the exception of your Grams." Stefan spoke. I shrugged.
"This is unreal. I can't. I just: can't. I don't know why you think I can do all of this." I said moving my hands in a massive circle around me. "I am not some long-awaited, powerful, witch. I'm just a teenager." I exclaimed. The door slammed open, and Elena stepped into the living room.
"What the fuck?" Damon asked. She shut the door.
"I needed to talk to…" She started, but stopped looking around the room. "What's going on?" She asked. Everyone looked at her.
"I think it might be best if you come back another time, Elena, dear." Grams told her softly. She looked at her, and nodded.
"Stefan, call me later." She said. She nodded.
"Why?" He asked.
"I just, I wanted to… Just call me." She said. She left. I shook my head. That was unexpected.
"Fine, say that I am who he is looking for. Why did he call me, 'Bonita?'" I asked. Damon chuckled.
"I thought that was obvious." Damon retorted, smiling. I glared at him. He wiggled his eyebrows. I felt my glare fade away, and the corners of my mouth lift.
"That's your birth name." Grams said quietly.
"What? Why didn't I ever know this?" I asked. Grams sighed.
"Your Mother named you, 'Bonita,' but she registered you as, 'Bonnie.' Before you were even born, she knew. We all did. When you were born, she was at a loss for words. She didn't want your real name known. She had her reasons. She was afraid, that if it was, something could happen." Grams explained.
"What?" I asked.
"If someone were to do a locating spell," she said. Oh, I've got to give props to my Mom. I nodded. Stefan brought me a cup of hot tea. I didn't notice him leave. I took it, and nodded in thanks. I took a sip. It burned my throat. I took a bigger drink. The burning feels nice. It's something… I needed to feel something.
"He doesn't want to hurt me?" I asked quietly. Damon raised his eyebrows at Grams expectantly.
"I don't know for certain, but I don't believe so. The more that I think about what happened, about Takehiro and the vampires attacking you. The more that I think, that it was meant as a test - a test to see if you were indeed who he has been searching for. After all, who better to test you, that his son?" She asked. I shrugged. It makes sense. It finally clicks. It gives me a why, and a who. But…
"But, I didn't kill Takehiro." I said. "Damon did." I added. She nodded.
"But, you called for him. You overcame the challenge he threw at you." She said. I slid to the floor.
"I can't even have his children. Wouldn't he want someone who could?" I asked.
"That's the part that confuses me, Bon-Bon." She whispered. "It is possible, that he may not want any type of competition." She added. I nodded.
"Does that mean that Damon is in danger?" I asked her. Again, she hesitated.
"I'm not sure. I have to leave, Bonita. There are some things that I need to pick up. I have to experiment with a few things, but if they work, they will help you greatly later." She said in a remorseful tone. I nodded. I walked over to her, and hugged her. I squeezed her tightly.
"I love you Grams." I whispered.
"I love you, Bon-Bon." She whispered back. She started to pull back, when my vision started to go black. I held onto her for support. "Bonnie?" She asked uncertainly. My knees started to give out. I felt Stefan and Damon support me, and help me and Grams to the floor. She gasped. She can see what I am seeing, through me.
"Bonita." I heard him whisper. Merrick, again. I felt his voice everywhere. It sent chills down my spine. He whispered my name again. I felt my entire body tingle. I can feel him, on my face, under my shirt, across my stomach, on my legs. A hot flash shot across my skin. I can feel him touching me, in places that no one has touched me before, not even Damon. It left no part of my body, untraveled. I gasped. "Don't fight this. I will be with you, soon enough." He whispered.
My vision returned, then blurred. Something is pulling me back under. I saw Merrick's face. He leaned into me, his hand on my stomach. I leaned back, trying to avoid him. He found my gaze, and didn't back down. I became immobile. I couldn't move away. He is more powerful than Takehiro. He started to press his lips to mine, but I turned my head. His other hand touched the side of my face, and made me face him. I tried to move again, but found it impossible. He pressed his lips to mine. A surge of power traveled through my body. He deepened the kiss, before pulling back. He left, and gave me my vision back.
I gasped, and pulled myself free of Grams. I dropped my face into my hands. My body is shaking uncontrollably. How can he have this much power over me? His actual being wasn't even here. If he can do that, from afar… what can he do to me, when he's closer?
"What happened!?" Damon demanded. He helped Grams stand up, and she led him away, pulling Stefan with her. I let out a gut retching sob, still unable to stop my shaking. I feel so powerless. How can he….? Why would he…? I feel so… violated. I couldn't stop him.
In some ways, it was worse than the attack. The vampire had touched me, and done things that he shouldn't have, but he didn't take it that far. I have no doubt that he would have. But, Merrick… he made it so much more, personal.
"HE WHAT!?" Damon screeched enraged. He came out of the kitchen. He is shaking with anger. He bent down next to me, and laid a hand on my shoulder. I flinched. I can't be touched right now. It didn't feel the same. What he did, didn't feel the way, it did when Damon touched me. It felt forced. There was no spark. He sent feelings to wash over me. He made me feel… made me long for his touch. I didn't want it. But, I couldn't stop it, either. Damon pulled me onto his lap. "Never," he whispered. "I would never do that to you." He promised. I nodded.
"I can't stop him, Damon." I whispered. I can feel fear, down to my core.
"We'll find away, love. It might take some time, but we will." He vowed. I looked up into his eyes. Grams came out of the kitchen, looking pretty shaken, herself.
"I'm so very sorry, Bon-Bon. If I could have spared you… any of that, I would have." She said. Tears slid down her cheek. She took a shaky breath. "He's taken so much, all ready. I can't… I wish… I…" She tried to say, but whatever it was, died in her throat. I heard something slam, and turned my attention to the kitchen.
The sound of something breaking echoed through the room. Stefan walked back into view with dry-wall on his hand. I leaned closer to Damon. He wrapped his arms around me, protectively.
'Stefan?' I asked him, uncertainly.
'I'm fine. I punched a hole through the wall.' He sent back. He came out of the kitchen, and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and pressed the phone to his ear.
"You need to get here now. Grace needs you. She needs…" He said. He nodded. "Not to be here. She needs you." He nodded again. "Two minutes, alright." He ended the phone call, and pocketed his phone. He looked at Grams. "He's coming." He assured her. Who are they talking about? Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door opened. Carlisle stepped inside, and walked over to Grams. "Let's go, Grace." He said gently. He led her outside. She turned around, before they were out the door.
"Go home, Bonnie Bear. It's safer." She said. I nodded. She's placed more wards around my house.
"I'll go with you." Stefan decided. I nodded. Damon stood up, keeping me in his arms.
"You need to call Elena." I reminded him. He shook his head.
"I'll deal with her later. I can't put up with her drama, right now." He said. I nodded. I opened my mouth, but closed it. "I'll call Caroline. You'll feel better, with her close by." He said. I nodded. I would… but so would he.
I was lying on my bed. Damon was sitting at my desk. He was holding me earlier, but I can't let go. I can't get comfortable… not after Merrick. Caroline is downstairs with Stefan. I'm not sure what they are talking about. But, I am glad that they have each other. I wish that for once, I could take care of Damon, and not the other way around. He is always protecting me, fixing me. It's not fair.
"Bonnie, don't you understand that it's not about that! I will never stop caring about you, not because of that. I'm supposed to take care of you!" Damon yelled. I flinched, and looked over at him.
"Who takes care of you?" I asked him in a small voice. He shook his head. He gave me a smile.
"You do. You keep me sane. Do you know how long it's been, since I've been able to care for anyone besides myself?" He asked me.
"You care for Stefan." I reminded him. He gave me a sarcastic look. "Then help me." I told him. He pandered what I said, for a second.
"Help you, how?" He asked.
"Help me forget." I told him. He stared at me.
"Bonnie, love, do you know what you are asking me?" He asked me slowly and softly. I gave a small nod.
"I don't want to remember his touch." I told him. "I only want to know yours." I whispered.
"We don't have to." He argued. I looked at him. He got up from his chair, by my desk. He plopped down, next to me, on my bed. He positioned himself on top of me. I can feel his breath dancing across my face. I closed my eyes, and inhaled. His scent is intoxicating. Mmm. "I want to help you remember." He said in a low whisper. That voice… it turns my legs to jelly. If I weren't lying down, I don't know if I would be able to stand up, on my own.
"Remember what?" I asked him.
"Remember that you are mine, that I will never stop loving you, and that he will never have you. Not as I do." He promised. I shuttered, and brought a hand to his face, and another to his back. I kissed him softly.
"I love you." I told him, as a tear fell down my cheek. He kissed my tears away.
"If you want to do this, I want to do this the right way." He told me. I nodded.
"I'll be back." He told me. I raised my eyebrows. He smiled. "Trust me." He told me, and left my room. The TV got louder downstairs, and he was back in my room, closing the door.
"What did you do?" I asked him. He smiled.
"I had a quick word with Stefan, and explained that he should turn up the TV, in order to avoid any awkward situations." He said mischievously.
"H-He knows?" I stammered. He shook his head.
"Not exactly." He assured me. I nodded my head slowly. "Are you sure you want to do this Bonnie?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm sure." I assured him.
"I don't want you to do this, because of him. I want you to do this, because you want to." He said his voice full of concern.
"Damon, I'm sure. I'm not changing my mind." I told him.
"Alright, well, in that case, come here." He commanded.
"And if I don't want to?" I asked playfully. He rolled his eyes.
"Let me undress you." He said. I hesitated.
"Do you want to give me a show?" He asked. I shook my head.
"That's your job." I told him in a low voice. I got up, and walked over to him. "Go sit down." I told him. He looked a bit taken aback. He did what he was told. I unzipped my hoodie, and slid it off. I can feel his eyes on me. Is this what it feels like for him? I glanced over at him. He smiled. He's definitely enjoying this. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Wait, this needs… something." He said. I didn't say anything, but I stopped. He walked over to my iPod dock station, and started messing with it. Music filled the air.
'Because days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever.
Because days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever.'
He sat back down. He knows how I feel about this song. This part, reminds me of him. He is roaming me with his eyes. I turned away from him, and bent over. I slid my socks off. He gave a low whistle. I turned back around to face him, with my cheeks burning. He smirked. I unbuttoned my jeans. His face is serious now, no amusement showing. I unzipped my jeans slowly. I pulled them down even slower. His eyes met mine, and I stopped. His eyes flickered back to my movements, and I kept pulling them lower. I bent over, this time; I was facing him, and pulled them the rest of the way off.
'One last kiss… before I go…
Dry your tears… it is time to let you go…
One last kiss…'
The song ended. My fingers played with the hem of my shirt. They slid underneath, and slowly pulled it upward. Damon let out a breath that he had been holding. He looked up at my eyes. Music filled the room again.
'Meet me at my door.
By the end of the night you'll be screaming for more, more, more of me.
Tonight's the big night.
So let's make history.'
I lifted my shirt up more, sliding it past my bellybutton, reaching my ribs. I lifted it over my chest, and pulled my head through. I shook my hair out, and pulled my arms through. I held it in my hand before dropping it to the floor. He's looking at me, like he's seeing me for the first time. It's refreshing. Something about it… for lack of better words: turns me on. I exhaled sharply.
"It's your turn." I whispered. I can barely hear myself over the music.
'My lips touch your lips.
My hands on your hips.
What's it gonna take, for you to give me that goodnight kiss?'
I went over to the bed, and sat down. He let his fingers brush my thigh, and he stood up. He walked over to the center of my room, and smiled. He knows that it's his turn. He bent down, facing me, and pulled off his shoes. He took off his socks, and stood up. He smirked.
'Baby...
Oh, whoa...
My heart is beating fast, but my hands are moving slow.
Oh, whoa...
Feels so right, you just can't say no...'
He unbuckled, his belt, and slid it through his belt loops, agonizingly slowly. I breathed out, slowly. He stopped, and watched me for a moment.
"Damon," I growled. He chuckled. He took off his shirt in one fluid motion.
'Show me yours, and I'll show you mine,
Gonna make you sweat...
Gonna feel it head to toe...
You know I'm your midnight Romeo.'
The song ended. He walked over to the bed, and moved me. I pushed my over to the center of the bed gently. He positioned me, so I was lying down. He sat on the bed, and turned to face me. He lay on top of me, careful not to put any of his weight on me… yet. I gave him a quick kiss, but he pulled away. He smiled, but moved down, lower. What is he? He kissed my lower stomach, right above my panty line. I gasped. He continued his trail of kisses up to my belly ring. His tongue toyed with it, and teased it with his teeth.
He continued to kiss me, traveling from my stomach to my chest. He passed over my chest, and went to work on my neck. I moaned. He nibbled my ear. He licked my neck, and blew on the wet spot. I gave an involuntary shutter. His kissed my jaw, and found my lips. I attacked his with mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. He gave into me, willingly. He pulled away too soon.
"I want to explore your body." He whispered. I nodded.
His hands brushed over stomach, traveling lower. He brought his hand to my calf, and let it travel up my leg, bringing my thigh around him. Mmm. I tried to sit up. He pushed me back gently. I shook my head. I pushed him away from me. He sat next to me. I moved on top of him, so that I was straddling him. I brought my hand to his neck. I let my fingers dance across his chest, caressing his muscle. He is amazing. I brought my fingers to his abs, and let a finger slide down his happy trail. He gasped.
I brought a hand to his arm, and another to his face. I leaned forward. I kissed his forehead, he closed his eyes. I kissed each eyelid softly. I kissed each cheek, finally finding his mouth. He parted his lips, and our tongues started to dance. I moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands from my back, and let them slide lower. He fondled my butt. He switched our positions. He's on top of me. I don't mind. I feel safer, on the bottom. I don't feel as… exposed.
His hand traced the pattern on my panties. He slid his hand inside. I gasped.
"It's alright." He assured me. I gave him a small nod. This is further than we have ever gone before. I'm ready to do this. I took a deep breath. He slid my panties down my legs, and tossed them to the floor. He brought his hand back to where it was, and he let a finger slide into me. I gasped. "I won't hurt you." He whispered. I nodded, again. He brought his mouth to my ear. "You're wet for me." He whispered. I can feel the smirk in his voice.
He moved his finger around, and I moaned. Something inside of me changed. I feel like I'm starting to lose control, and I like it. He is moving his finger faster, and harder now. It's hard to control my sounds. He stopped, and looked me in the eyes. He added another finger, and continued to move them. I gasped. I put my head in his neck, and moaned. He added yet another finger. I bit my lip, to muffle the sounds coming from me.
"You don't have to restrain yourself." Damon told me. A strangled cry ripped through me. He took his fingers out, and brought them to his lips. He cleaned them with his tongue. He crashed his lips to mine. He let me taste myself on his tongue. His hands found my bra clasp. He lifted me from the bed, just slightly. He unclasped my bra, and slid the straps from my shoulders. He threw it on the floor. He gazed down at me. He continued to kiss me.
His hands were busy doing something else. He was teasing my nipples with his hands. He was pinching them, and twisting them in between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth. His hands traveled my body. I used mine to roam his. He reached down, and unbuttoned his pants. I heard the zipper, but didn't remove myself from his lips. He pushed his pants down, and moseyed out of them. He let them fall to the floor.
"Bonnie, hold on." He instructed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and held onto his back. He moved us underneath my blankets. I looked up at him. He kissed me. "This is going to hurt. I wish I didn't have to cause you pain." He whispered. I nodded.
"Alright." I whispered. He got very still. I became suddenly aware of the music surrounding us.
'And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'cause I know that you feel me somehow...
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be and I don't want to go home, right now.
And all I can taste is this moment...
And all I can breathe is your life...
'Cause sooner or later, it's over...
I just don't want to miss you tonight.'
He brought a hand to my hips, bringing me closer to him. I tightened my grip around his waist, with my legs.
"I'm sorry." He said. He held my gaze. He looked in my eyes as he entered me. I cried out in pain. I didn't expect it to hurt this much. I bit my lip, trying to keep from crying out. "Bonnie, are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" He asked. I exhaled. He is shaking with the effort, trying not to move.
"Keep going." I choked out.
"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded.
'And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.'
He pulled out gently. He pushed back inside, still using gentle movements. The pain is starting to fade away, slowly. His movements are becoming steadily harder. I moaned. It doesn't hurt anymore. All of his movements are bringing me more and more pleasure. I moved my hips closer to his, trying to help him go deeper. Damon gasped. I can feel my fingers digging into his back. His hands are clutching me to him. I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open.
"Bonnie, look at me." He said. "I want you to see me. I don't want you to forget. I don't want to forget." He explained.
"I'll never…" I started, but was unable to bite back a moan. "Forget," I finished.
'And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming , or the moment of truth in your lies...
When everything feels like the movies, yeah, you bleed just know you're alive.
And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.'
I opened my eyes. My lower stomach started tingling. My body started shaking.
"Damon, I…" I started, but was cut off. He kissed me. It was an innocent kiss that deepened. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth. He gave a particularly powerful thrust, and it sent more over the edge. I cried out. "Damon." I cried. I was soaring. He was still moving. I gripped his butt. He kept going. I cried out again, soaring for a second time.
"Bonnie," he gasped. He finished moments after I finished… the second time. He found my neck, and bit down.
"Ahh!" I screamed in pleasure. This is what bliss feels like. He retracted his fangs.
We lay there, panting. He pulled out, and lay next to me. I put my head on his chest, and he held me. My breathing finally slowed. I need to clean myself up. Ugh. He got up, and went over to my desk, and grabbed by box of baby wipes. He brought them over. He pulled me to the edge of my bed, and gently pried my legs open. He started wiping me off. He never took his eyes from mine, as he was doing it.
He threw the soiled wipes away, and cleaned himself up.
'And I don't want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.'
He lay down next to me. He pulled me to him, and placed my head on his chest. I fell asleep. This, this is perfect.
'When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am...'
I woke up to my alarm. Ugh. Damon turned it off. I lay back down.
"Your Grams called you in sick, today." He whispered. I smiled. Got to love Grams. Wait, why? I sat up. The blanket fell away from my body. The memories of what happened last night came flooding back to me. I blushed. "You are lovely. You don't have to hide yourself from me, or be embarrassed." Damon assured me.
"Why did she call?" I asked, changing the subject. I pulled the blanket over my chest.
"She found something; she wants to talk with you, after you are ready to get up." He said. I got out of bed, taking the blanket with me. "You don't have to get up now." He said. I nodded.
"I know, but I have to pee." I said pointedly. I started walking to the bathroom, becoming painfully aware of how sore I am. I winced. I'll get used to it, right? Damon chuckled.
"You'll be sore, for today, since it was your first time last night. It should pass." He assured me.
I glanced over at him. My eyes roamed over his naked body. It's perfect. He's perfect. I paused over his lower parts. I was surprised that it fit. I hadn't expected it to. I didn't expect him to be… so well equipped. He chuckled. I blushed. I scurried to the bathroom. I took care of my business and brushed my teeth. I returned to the bed, and he pulled me to him. He held me in his arms. He kissed me, and sang me to sleep.
Author's Note: I know that this chapter isn't as long as the other chapter was, but I hope that you liked it nonetheless. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! It was my first lemon, please be kind. Reviews = Happiness. Let me know if you like where this is going, please!
~Anneryn