A/N: Hello there, I thought of this chapter in my head and I really wanted to share it with you guys before I forgot about it. So, here is the next installment of "Imperfection" I really hope you guys enjoy. Also, I wanted to thank everyone that is keeping up with this story, it means a lot to me and it keeps me going. So because of all of your support, you deserve a lot of Bamon goodness! Bamon filled chapter coming your way:DD

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Summary: Sleeping sickness

Normally anger was brought out of many different occasions, but with Damon Salvatore it didn't take much to infuriate him. He could easily switch his emotions with a flick of a button, as well as turn them off. If you did or said anything that ticked him off even in the slightest, you were bound to pay. Damon wasn't good with letting things slide, which is why he was so enraged when he woke up that morning with someone in particular not beside him in bed.

Especially after their kiss, Bonnie should've known better than to try and pull something like that on him. And she did know better, because there was no way she could've kissed him like the way she did last night and skip out on the snuggle afterwards. Plus, weren't girls supposed to be so into that kind of stuff? Shouldn't Bonnie be using his head as a pillow, squeezing onto him for dear life?

To be honest, Damon was a little disappointed that he missed out on that, but the anger he felt was far too consuming. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to find the little witch and give her a piece of his mind. If anything, Damon should have been the one that left in the middle of the night to feed, or heck do something. And if he was correct, he did recall asking her to stay the night. She had been the one that obliged, and yet—

Here he was shuffling around looking for his jeans, all alone in his bedroom. This is definitely not how he wanted this, he wanted to wake up to the smell of her. He wanted to lick her navel, leaving creative designs down from her earlobe to her chest. He wanted her perfume residue soaked in his bed sheets, proving that she was the one that left his bed last. He wanted their fingers intertwined, and their legs over lapping one another's, because they were so damn close to each other.

So he just really needed to be close to her, and she wasn't giving him that. Whatever, he thought. That's when he heard mumbling downstairs, and after he spotted the voices he scoffed. Bonnie was downstairs with Stefan and Elena, still discussing Katherine. Bonnie wasn't doing so much as the talking, Stefan being the one to break the silence. Maybe Elena and Bonnie were still on iffy terms, considering Elena pulled the largest scandal of them all when it came to friendship.

It didn't matter because Damon was still very much pissed that Bonnie couldn't have at least waited for him to wake up, to leave. Seriously, all he wanted to do was hold her. Call him obsessed, or weak, but Damon knew who he was—Bonnie was just a slight exception. Okay, Okay…Bonnie was the exception. Though, after the stunt she just pulled—it was going to take a lot of pussy to make up for his upset.

Damn witch, Bonnie was turning him into a sap. He needed to keep his image, and being around her all day wasn't really doing anything to help that cause. But he craved her too much to stop this feeling, and he wasn't planning on fighting that hunger anytime soon. And anybody would be dammed if they tried to stop it.

He made his way downstairs, and when he reached the kitchen he exhaled. The room smelt like pancakes, and Bonnie. It was leaving him bothered, and it shamed him how fast she could turn him on without even doing anything. One sniff, and he'd go mad—wanting to do something about his friend down there. Though, since being Damon he tried his best to brush it aside. After all it would be extremely embarrassing to bust a nut in front of everyone, for what seemed like no reason.

Stefan eyed him as he walked in, Damon winked in return. He made his way around the kitchen, feeling both of the girls staring at him. He rolled his eyes, reaching for a coffee mug on the top cabinet. He set the coffee mug on the granite counter, than drew his attention at Bonnie's reflection in the microwave. She was too busy running her hands through her hair, eying her fingers while doing so.

"Oh Bonnie made some coffee, if that's what you want." Elena announced.

"Is that so?" Damon asks.

He turns around slowly, tapping his nails across the rim of the cup. He presses his lips together, when he sees Bonnie move over to Stefan—helping him set the table for breakfast. Her back is towards him, so she can't see the facial expression he is making...good, because it's not a pleasant one.

Stefan reaches for the small of her back, and Damon can't help but feel overly possessive. He wants to run up there, and rip Stefan's hand off, and shoving in his mouth to prove how much it upset him to see him play with what belonged to him. Bonnie giggles a little when he nudges her with his shoulder, and Damon swears he's so angry he can't see straight. He's literally chewing on his lower lip, leaving blood splotches on his flush. He runs his hands through his hair, and slams his mug down on the counter—regaining everyone's attention.

The mug breaks, and everyone looks frightened. A smirk forms at the tips of his lips, and he shrugs his shoulders as what he did was an accident. He rolls his eyes when Stefan glares at him, then looks back over towards Bonnie; who isn't even giving him eye contact.

She'd be crazy if she was going to stand there and ignore him. And she'd be mentally insane if she was going to pretend like nothing happened, he wouldn't allow it. And if she regrets it—Damon might blow the whole house down.

"Ops," Damon said so harshly, it sounded nothing but a growl.

He kept his eyes planted on Bonnie, waiting for her to look up at him. Yet, she refused to look up, deliberately ignoring the attention Damon was giving her. She kept her green eyes hooked on the wooden floor, biting on her lower lip when she heard him growl.

"Good morning Bonnie," Damon tried; purposely making her feel uncomfortable.

Bonnie almost froze at the sound of her name, rocking back to the very tips of her heels. Her eyes still focused on the floor, seriously what is she doing?

"Let me try that again, good morning Bonnie." Damon said beyond impatient.

Silence.

Are you going to ignore me for the rest of the day or what? Damon sent, and when he did Bonnie shook. He could see her eyes trail to the center of the room, though keeping them there.

Damn it Bonnie answer me, He added. Damon sighed, then he looked around the kitchen before he ran his fingers through his hair. Stefan was the only one left in the room, besides them.

Look if this is about last night…

Stop! I don't want to talk about it, okay Damon.

You can't just ignore the fact that you and I kissed, and that you…you liked it. Fuck Bonnie, you liked it just as much as I did. Stop running away from us Bonnie, you need…

Damon Stop it—please.

Bonnie finally looked into his eyes, practically pleading. It was obvious the regret was there, and it made Damon sick to his stomach. Yet there was nothing he could do, his legs were oddly enough—weak.

Without a word, Damon left the room…slamming his fist into the wall while doing so. He was fed up with this, Bonnie was practically getting away with murder. It was cute at first, but now it was just a major pain in the ass.

It had been exactly fifty two hours since Damon had seen Bonnie last, and each hour felt like decades. Though, he did force himself to stray away from her—because she did ask for some "space." But, Damon did make sure to occasionally check up on her while she slept. Not to be creepy, but to make sure she was holding up okay. There had been a couple of times where he got too carried away, and sat on her bedroom balcony in crow form. And, if he was sure, she'd caught him a couple of times. So he'd fly away quickly, making sure to reappear when she drifted off to a slumber.

Damon kept his distance though, making enough time to feed in the woods. He felt like a caveman, and the lack of shaving started to bother his skin. Not to mention the fact that he barely changed his attire, keeping the same clothes on he wore the night he fled the manor. Plus, he reeked of outside and it started to put a complete damper on his natural masculine scent. Damon felt like an animal, and that—he was.

Creeping around the woods, he tip toed on branches—breaking them with the slight noise of a crack. Underneath his shoes, was the thick mud soaking the soles of the fabric on his boots. His black skinny jeans coaxed in dirt, coloring the texture. And the sand was so thick, it felt like he was ankle deep. His legs were heavier than usual, and his limbs felt tender. He needed a massage, and a really nice one at that.

The more he walked, the more he ached. His back was throbbing, and his legs were wobbling the farther he got into the woods. His knees began to buckle, and his neck cracked when he glanced from side to side. There was faint porch light off in the distance, nearly half a mile away. And the familiar scent was cooling his flush, dancing around the tip of his nose. He was close to the Bennett's house, and it brought a smile to his pretty face. And as the scent grew stronger, he felt his legs quicken the pace. He could see his knees in front of his chest, and something pounding in the middle of his chest. He was excited, exhausted, hungry, thirsty, and slightly horny for some reason.

He glanced at the lake near his left, slightly shocked he didn't notice it before. He freezes at the sight, admiring the scenery before him. He looks at the moonlight shimmering off the coast of the water, shadowing the small dock that lied on the edge of the shore. He was astonished, he never noticed the lack before—and he's been at Bonnie's house countless amount of times. It wasn't big, but it was fairly large enough to get a nice swim in.

As he listened, he could hear the faint sound of crickets chirping off in the distance. There were toads singing in the background, and the sound of grass was crunching from the bugs jumping around in it. The night was truly beautiful, and he just sat there mesmerized—mouth practically wide open.

Seriously why haven't I been here? He moved his legs forward, stepping to the tip of the water. He stopped to take off his shoes, and threw off his socks, following his jacket. He put his jacket on the surface of the ground, making himself a seat. He started to pat down his jacket, until the lumps were completely gone. He growled at the familiar scent, and closed his eyes.

Minutes went on, and the smell grew closer—and closer. Then the wind started to pick up, leaving him breathless as time passed on. His lips were frozen, and his fangs started to rattle when he stared at the full moon. It was so bright, that he didn't have a choice but to squint. Damon was frozen in a position he wouldn't mind resting in for the rest of his life, all he needed was someone lying right next to him; and he'd be set.

The sound of the water splashed a little, and then the grass started to shake a couple feet away from him. The breeze was slow, and it was too humid to tell that it was still cold outside. Damon sat up really quick, looking to his right—where the noise was coming from.

"How long have you've been watching me?" Damon asked lazily.

"I heard a noise, so I came out here." He heard, only inches away from him.

He sits up on his hind, running his hands through his hair as he begins to plant his feet in the grass. He draws his attention towards the queen before him, licking his lips when he sees that she is naked underneath a small towel waddled beneath her skinny mocha arms, barley reaching her mid-thigh. Her hair was really damp and curly, and her face was flawless—she looked much younger.

"Curiosity killed the cat," Damon teased.

She snickered a little, then sighed peacefully: looking around them. Damon watched her idly, noticing how nervous she looked, trying his best to not make it obvious that he practically drooling. Bonnie pushed a strain behind her ear nervously, then opened her mouth to speak, so Damon waited.

"Listen Damon, about a couple of nights ago…" She took a dramatic pause. "I was just—that kiss really scared me Damon." She finished.

Damon's ears rose, and he felt himself standing up. He was in front of her in seconds, hovering over her dangerously close. He drew a breath, and he licked his lips at the sight of her. She was so small, and he forgot how beautiful it was. He wanted to devour her, and take her right then and there.

Her right hand was still wrapped around the end of her towel, keeping it close to her breasts. She smelt like the lake water, assuming she took a quick dip in the water. The water was still falling from her hair, dripping onto the side of her face. Her legs were moving back and forth, shifting her body from side to side.

"It scared me so much, I didn't know what to think…or to feel. Damon, I still…" Bonnie froze. She looked at him closely, moving closer towards him. "I don't want to lose you again." She took another pause, tears filling her eyes when she looked up at him. "Damon I didn't mean for you to leave, I don't want to hurt you. I didn't mean for any of this, I'm just…"

"Sshh," Damon whispered. His finger caressed her cheek, pulling her near with just a simple gesture. She looked at the palm of his hand, and held onto it as he stroked it.

"I'm scared Damon," Bonnie said shakily; her voice breaking at the end of her sentence.

Her voice was so light; it started to put Damon on edge. He knew she was going through enough, and he had the nerve to be impatient with her. Though, Damon wasn't the type of person to catch onto his mistakes. He needed to be selfish with her; it was the only way to keep her close.

He traced her lips with his index finger, drawing small circles on her upper lip. He swallowed at the sight of her, she was so broken. His hands lowered down to her towel, fiddling with it playfully. She made a slight gasp at his touch, and began to tremble at his tug. He licked his top fangs, and took her hand that was holding onto her towel. He slid it down slowly, keeping his eyes locked on hers as doing so. Bonnie looked down embarrassed, and Damon forced her chin up almost too gently. The towel dropped to her ankles, and he gulped when he examined her.

First he started with her legs, noticing how toned they were. Then again, when weren't they? He spotted her mid-thigh, than drew his attention to her womb. She must have just shaved, because it was spotless—clean and waxed. Her belly button small and cute and her stomach skinny and muscular for a woman. Then there was the slight outline of abdominals glistening from the water, and her perky breasts standing proud in front of him. Her nipples slightly poking out because of the wind, and then her neck glowing from the moon's shadow. Her face naked and raw, not wearing a hint of makeup: Damon loved it.

Bonnie Bennett was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his entire life, and there was absolutely no doubt about it. His eyes traced from her knees up to her eyes, and it felt like hours before he finally reached the surface of his face. He felt warm, and he was starting to get extremely bothered when she played with his chest. He was really horny, but he knew he couldn't do anything about that—tonight. Tonight wasn't about sex, it was about Bonnie. He had heard what she said, and she told him she was scared. And in all honesty, so was he—possibly even more.

Damon wrapped his arms around her, grunting at the feel of her. She was so warm, and it was all too soothing for him. He needed to feel her, and he had a feeling so did she. He had to force himself from clawing at her back, because she felt too damn good. He tried to ignore her breasts poking him in the chest, making indentions in his shirt. He kissed her hair, collapsing his lips on her scalp. And when she wrapped her little arms around his lower waist, he moaned when he felt her legs wrap around his legs. And, his right hand gripped the small of her ass, squeezing it lightly for support.

"Take us home Damie," she whispers in the crook of his ear.

And the sound of his old nickname almost made him fall, dropping them both in his hold. It filled him with complete joy, and didn't want to do anything but spin her around. He wanted to throw up in the air, prove to her how much she made him happy. Damon was getting giddy, and he wasn't the type of person to get all giddy over some teenage girl. In fact, he can't remember ever getting this excited over anyone—not even Katherine.

He felt a smile creep up to his lips, almost planted ear to ear. He could see their reflection in the lake, leaving a slight shadow of them intertwined. Damon held her tighter and did exactly what she had asked—taking them home.

That morning when he woke up beside her, he couldn't keep his hands off her. He kept tracing her skin with his fingers, tickling her when she started to fall asleep at his ministrations. And when he got tired of touching her, he would replace his hands with his lips—leaving chaste kisses along the path of her neck, down to her center. Damon would never get tired of touching Bonnie; it was something he would always cherish.

There was something about the way her skin would send tingles through his. It was as if they were connected, and that they were. He loved the way she giggled when his nails scraped along her belly, leaving pink marks on her flesh. He also couldn't ignore the fact that Bonnie would occasionally moan his name, when he kissed her along her neck and back.

Yup, Damon was never going to get enough. He loved having her near, and he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't. Bonnie was an interesting little thing, and he loved figuring out her new quirks.

"So what does this make us?" Damon questioned.

Bonnie turned to her side, propping herself on her elbow to look into his eyes. She crunched up her nose, than she ran her fingers along his chin. She cocked her head to the side in question, than she giggled when he swat her hand away when she played with his scruffy beard and mustache.

"What do you mean?" Bonnie finally asks.

Damon's brows moved into a fine line, and his lips pressed together. She ignored his facial expression, then used his chest as a pillow. She held onto him, and wrapped the covers around them. She licked his chest, twirling it around his nipple. He shook at her touch, refusing her to distract him from his pervious question.

"Don't play coy with me Bonnie, you know what I mean." Damon almost grunted.

"I do?" She sings.

Damon smacked her butt, remembering she put on some panties when they went to bed. He played with the fabric, before he threw the covers over their head. It grew really warm, but he didn't mind too much. He playfully frowned at her, and almost too gently pulled her away from his chest. Bonnie pouted a little, then played with his hair, still making eye contact with him.

"Yes," Damon answers.

Bonnie sighs, then she kisses the side of his face, and began to play with his beard again. She laughs at it, before she kisses it—and it shocks him. Her hands start to maneuver around his sides, and then they creep back up to his neck. Apparently it was her time to take interests in his body.

"Let's just take one step at a time," she murmurs.

"Which means?" Damon questions.

"It means…" Bonnie paused to play with his chest. "I'll see, like I said we'll take it one step at a time. If you're good, I'll see what I can do." She teases.

"So does that mean I can get in your panties?"

Bonnie scoffs humorlessly before she punches him in the arm playfully. But once she puts her head in the middle of his chest, he takes a breath. He lies there like a rock, and runs her statement through his head. Being patient for Bonnie was no problem; it was her that he was a little worried about.

He wouldn't tell her this, never—she'd know he was vulnerable. And Damon Salvatore was not vulnerable…ever.

"Like I said if you're good." Bonnie teases.

"And what do I get for being bad?"

"Sex with my Mr. Snuggles my teddy bear," she squeals innocently.

Damon snickers a little bit, before he flicks her arm gently. She sighs a little, but it came out like a moan and Damon can't help but smile. It was impossible to not smile while being around her, and he feels himself turning into a lovesick punk. He doesn't like it, yet he does?

"Watch it Bennett."

"Damon..."

"Yes?"

"Bite me."

"You know I'd love to."

"So Damon found himself a witch to play with, I wonder what brought him to stoop so low? Well, there is something I'm going to have to do about that." Pause. "Klaus…"

"Yes Katherine?"

"I think it's about time to give Mystic Falls a rude awakening."

A/N: DUN DUN DUN! How about Bonnie and Damon being all cute? I think it's funny when Damon gets all sappy for the ladies, especially Bennett. Oh, and Bonnie hasn't completely forgive Elena, she's just desperate for a friend right now and is trying to keep things sane. She's still a little iffy with her, (I mean come on, she slept with her boyfriend lol). But, like I said they're best friends, and she's trying to make things work. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time, happy writings[: God bless. xx.