A/N: Hey, I know that most of the last few chapters have basically been about the development of their relationship, but at the end of the chapter you guys will finally learn a part of the reason why Stefan needed Damon in Mystic Falls. I hope you enjoy this one. I'm sorry for any grammatical/spelling typos. If anyone wants to beta for me, I'd happily accept!

"Just as well. I have other methods of persuasion that I've been meaning to test out on you," he said throatily as he roughly claimed her lips with his own.

His mouth both sweetly and violently devoured hers.

She aggressively clamored for more access to his body, unsheathing him of the leather jacket that he seemed to always adorn in his free time. The removal of the jacket meant that Bonnie could feel all that made him deliciously, delectably, and delightfully Damon pressed flushed against her.

She moaned loudly as Damon travelled languidly to her jawline, her head angled by his calloused thumb. Her hands tangled in his dark tresses, as she held his mouth in place. She needed him there.

The idea of his lips leaving her body for any point of time caused her chest to ache.

His hands moved slowly down her side, only stopping when he reached the hem of her shirt. Abandoning her jawline, his sharp teeth nipped coarsely at her pulse point, after the tiny bites, he would massage the wounded area with the warm and wet length of his tongue.

"Take off your shirt," she demanded hoarsely.

He did as he was told without complaint, only a lust fueled fire burning his eyes.

As soon as his chest was exposed Bonnie's mouth was on his torso. She pressed hot kisses across his pale skin, as he released a low growl of pleasure.

The she decided that it was her turn to return his bites.

Her mouth found his nipple, forcefully grasping it in between her teeth. Eventually, she was able to discover a perfect formula of biting and sucking, that he seemed to enjoy so much that she would be rewarded with the seductive sound of his own moan.

"Your turn," he rumbled.

And like he did before her, Bonnie removed her shirt.

There were only mere seconds between the divesting of her top, and Damon's lips finding a new home against her lace covered breasts. His hands worked their way slowly, but eagerly upwards, until he had them cupped in his hand.

And then he froze. He waited.

Determined to see how far she would, she could, allow this to go.

Soon, Bonnie whispered huskily into his ear, "I touched yours, you can touch mine," before she nipped at his ear lobe.

Damon wasted little time after receiving her permission.

He ripped the bra off.

Using his hands to unclasp it, while his teeth slowly dragged the material away from her body.

The bra fell to the floor.

Damon fell to his knees as though he was praying to her, worshipping her.

He pressed his head against her taunt stomach, his hands splayed upon her naked back, as he brushed his lips along her navel. Bonnie kneaded her hands through his dark locks, hoping to sooth whatever worries might be filling his mind.

"Bonnie?"

He called her name in the form of a question.

"Yes, Damon."

She answered without knowing his question. She just knew she wanted to feel this, to feel him forever.

"I want you. Underneath me in that bed. Fully naked. Our bodies…," he said hoarsely

"Oh," was all she could muster. His lips and his words had triggered a warm sensation throughout her body.

"I can't have that though. I want it. I crave it. But not yet."

Bonnie, believing that his words were a form of rejection, quickly and defensively covered her breasts with her arms. Blinking away the tears that threatened to fall as the sting from his words sunk in.

She'd offered herself completely to him.

But he had declined the offer.

Yes it stung. It hurt like hell.

"Okay. I…I'm sorry. I didn't…I'm sorry if I pushed you…I understand it's…okay," she said stuttering, as she gathered her discarded shirt from the floor.

Getting up from his knees he pulled Bonnie tightly to him, forcing her to drop the shirt. His arms wrapped around her tightly as their bare chests greeted one another.

"Do you feel that?"

There were so many sensations that she was uncertain of which one he could be referring to, until he shifted a bit and she felt the full force of his erection pressing against her covered thigh.

"Oh."

"You didn't push me. You do this to me. You sweet, silly girl. I want you. But not tonight," he said softly stroking the contours of her face.

"Okay…I'll see you-" the rest of her sentence was cut off as Damon crashed his lips to hers begging for her to open for him.

Her lips parted.

His tongue entered. Untamed and sensually massaging her own.

His deep desire apparent in the fiery ecstasy of his kiss. Pulling back, his thumb resumed the soft caressing of her face.

"You'll see me when you wake up. Now time for bed," he said in a low tone.

If last night was only a sample of what it would be like to lose her virginity to Damon, she worried that her body would spontaneously combust.

There would be no possible way that she could survive that.

A very long and a very cold shower had been helpful last night, but all they did was kiss and touch and feel. Bonnie figured that actually having sex with him, would require at least two days in an ice bath afterwards.

After her mind-clearing and body cooling shower, she'd fully expected that she would find her room empty. That Damon would leave her without saying goodbye.

The idea had upset her.

She was only upset for a moment because as soon as she reentered the room, she saw him laying lazily across her bed. His chest still bare, and now so were his feet. He was left in only a pair of black jeans that hung low on his waist.

Last night had to have been the best night of her life.

The way he held her protectively the entire night. The peacefulness of her slumber as she slept in his arms, but the best part of it all was waking up to him. His icy eyes tired from sleep, but that didn't stop his mouth from hurriedly traveling across every inch of her exposed skin.

"Ms. Bennett," someone calls, forcible removing her from her thoughts.

"Umm present," she replied.

"I know that you are present Ms. Bennett. I asked you a question related to the homework, but instead of answering you appeared to be lost in a daydream. Anything you want to share with the class?" he asks, briefly smirking before allowing his stern mask to reappear.

"No…I was…I'm sorry."

"Be that as it may. Since you enjoy daydreaming so much in my classroom. I thought I would be generous and allow you to continue your musings this afternoon in detention."

"But Mr. Salvatore I…"

"Stop. Don't try to plead a case, that you've already been tried and convicted for. After school you will have detention. If you attempt to argue with me, you'll also have detention tomorrow."

That threat silenced Bonnie, but if she was being totally honest with herself she wouldn't have minded two afternoons alone with Damon. No, she wouldn't mind it in the slightest, in fact she'd prefer it. But she didn't want to be known as a troublemaker and she definitely didn't want to bring attention to Damon's seemingly unfair treatment of her.

So she hung her head and remained silent for the rest of the period.

When the bell rang, everyone in the class began to file out.

Finally, she thought, she would be able to be alone with Damon. Maybe they could even do a repeat performance of last night's activities.

She hoped so at least.

The class was completely empty now, save for her, Damon, and one lone straggler.

Damn.

That wasn't just any straggler that was her best friend Caroline Forbes, who'd obviously stayed behind to fight for Bonnie's freedom.

The only thing is that she didn't want to be free. At least not from Damon.

"Mr. Salvatore," the blonde calls from behind his desk.

"Ms. Forbes," he answers coolly.

"I know that Bonnie has detention and all, but she actually has plans this afternoon. And they're like major plans. And they're with this guy that she really likes and she's been waiting so long for him to ask her out. Can't you remember what it's like to be young and in love? Please, please, let her make up this detention another day!"

Damn Deux.

Bonnie's best friend was going to battle for her, not understanding that the girl was more than happy to lose.

"Care. It's okay. I rescheduled my plans," she interrupts before Damon has a chance to explode.

"Bon, it's not okay. It took a year for this date to happen."

"Ms. Forbes, contrary to popular belief, I have no interest in teenage romances. Ms. Bennett needs to learn to focus on the lecture and not her imagination. If she'd wanted to go on that date, she would haven't misbehaved and jeopardized her evening plans. Now if that is all, you're dismissed."

Damon turns his back to Caroline and begins erasing the board.

"You can't get mad because she doesn't want you. You definitely can't abuse your power by punishing her for it either," Caroline blurts out.

Damn Trois.

"Excuse me?" he says sharply turning back to face the blonde

"I know that you like her. And I know that you're probably doing this because she doesn't feel the same way about you," Caroline says confidently, challenging Damon with a fixed glare.

Bonnie knows she has to do something or her best friend and her secret boyfriend might kill one another.

Getting up from her seat, "Caroline stop," Bonnie pleads.

"Ms. Forbes I suggest you listen to your friend. One more word out of you and I will have you suspended for two weeks and banned from all school activities for the rest of the year. That means that this year's senior prom would be without Barbie and Ken. So I suggest you tread carefully," Damon threatens

"You assho-"Caroline begins, but is interrupt by Bonnie.
"Go Caroline. I've got this."

"Bonnie he can't do this."

"Don't worry. Just go Care, you're going to miss practice."

"Bon"

"Go. Please. For me."

Caroline stares at her friend for a moment longer, before she takes her advice and leaves the room in a huff, slamming the door behind her.

Damon follows behind the exiting girl, shutting and locking the door before closing the blinds.

"I'm sorry about that, but thank you for not punishing her. I'll talk to her and get her to back off."

"Bonnie," he says crosses the room to wrap her in his arms.

They both sigh at the contact.

"I think I might have to compel her. I know that that's not something you want to hear, but I can deal with the fallout if people found out about us, but I won't allow you to deal with it. She needs to forget about us."

"Damon."

"I don't want to fight. I was just being honest about my thoughts."

"I know. I will talk to Caroline. You don't have to compel her."

"She has no self-control. I don't trust her with this secret."

"I do and you trust me."

"Fine. I won't compel her, but we should get out of here."

"Isn't this where you have your detention?"

"Yes, for misbehaved students, but you are my sexy misbehaved girlfriend. You get a special punishment that can only be doled out from my bedroom."

"What if someone comes looking for us?"

"Who would come looking for us Bonnie?"

"I don't know. Other teachers…janitors…"

"Jeremy?" He questions

"Jeremy." She answers

"Fuck Gilbert. Stefan is taking Elena to pick out a pumpkin or for a hay ride, something incredibly dull like that. So we have the boardinghouse to ourselves and I want to see you in my room, preferably naked."

"I don't want Jeremy to come here and see that I'm not here and think that I lied just to get out of our date."

"You can't expect me to care if little Gilbert has hurt feelings."

"No, I don't. But I care. So we're gonna have to stay here."

"I go three steps forward and five steps back with you."

Wrapping her hands around his neck, "No. Not anymore. You're my boyfriend. We're together. But Jeremy is still my friend and I can't hurt him."

"Well as your boyfriend. I don't like you having male friends."

"Good thing I wear the pants in this relationship."

"Bonnie Bennett, you could be wearing a potato sack and I'm pretty sure I'd still hate the idea of you having male friends."

"Don't be insecure. I'm sure you have an ex that you're still friends with."

"Nope. All my exes are either dead, undead, or they've become my enemies."

"So I don't have to worry about some girl showing up to fight me for you."

"She would lose."

"Knowing you, you'd probably suggest that she join us."

"Bonnie. I have no plans of sharing you with anyone. Ever."

"Good to know. Because I don't want to share you either."

"Great now, let's head to my place so we can discuss this concept of sharing. I'll share my body with you, and you'll share yours with me."

"We can't."

"Little Gilbert ruins everything."

Knock. Knock.

Damon growls as he releases Bonnie.

Walking to the door, he opens it to reveal Jeremy on the other side.\

Damn Quatre.

"How may I help you," Damon snarls

"I…could I speak with Bonnie?" Jeremy asks politely

"Ms. Bennett is being punished. This is solitary confinement. She's not allowed to have visitors. Sorry," Damon says as he attempts to close the door.

Jeremy sticks his foot in the way, halting the vampire's efforts.

"I know, it's…we just had plans this evening and I…"

"I don't care about your social life Gilbert. I hope that you don't mistakenly believe that you and I share some kind of special bond that you can manipulate to get your friend out of trouble. As far as I'm concerned, what my brother does to your sister is none of my business."

"No sir. I just wanted…"

"I don't care about you're wants. You're not even my student. So I suggest you leave from this hall, before I go find the principal to see how she feels about students loitering on the premises after school."

"Sir…I"

Damon shuts the door before Jeremy can finish.

"Damon. Let me talk to him. I can probably get him to leave," Bonnie says heading for the door.

"No. No. I've learned my lesson about letting you have private talks with him. It usually winds up with me wanting to murder him, and you being angry because I have homicidal thoughts directed towards your friend," Damon responds, blocking her way to the door by pressing his body against hers.

"If you just-"

He swallows the rest of her sentence with a well-timed and lengthy kiss.

"No," he whispers against her full lips

"I'm not going to let you dictate what I will and won't do."

"And I'm not going to allow you to go after your ex-boyfriend. Let him lick his wounds in peace."

"He's still my friend."

"I'll be your friend."

"If you were my friend you wouldn't have those homicidal thoughts about murdering my other friends."

"I'm your protective friend. You're friendly neighborhood vampire."

He moves his lips once more against her open mouth. His tongue slipping in to join hers. His hand sliding smoothly down her frame and then underneath her shirt.

"This is not very friendly," she coos as he begins to roughly suck her pulse point.

"This is-"

"Stop it Damon. I know what you're trying to do," she says in a low tone that contradicts her words.

"And what's that? Have a caramel witch for lunch?"

"You're trying to mark me."

"Oh that," he says grinning against her skin

"Oh that," she answers pushing him away.

"Bonnie."

"I feel like you learn a lesson, and then you forget it the next day," she says in frustration

"Don't be upset."

"Not only did you use those weapons of mass seduction called your lips, to stop me from checking on my friend. You purposefully tried to give me a hickey so that you could mark me as your property."

"You say tried, like I failed."

"Damon!" she says angrily rushing to her desk to grab her bag

"Are you finally ready to go back to my house and play trick or treat? Spoiler alert, I'm the treat."

"No I'm not going to your house."

"Then where are you going, we still have an hour and a half left of detention and I remember us discussing a school girl's outfit."

"I'm going home, because it's obvious that you're the one in need of detention not me."

"I thought we were passed this fight or flight phase."

"Maybe we should only see each other in the morning. That seems to be the only time that you can go more than 5 minutes without making me want to witchy migraine you."

Bonnie stares angrily into his eyes.

He stares back with furrowed eyebrows, deciding if he wants to admit something to the girl or not.

With a sigh, "it's because I stay awake all night missing you. So when I get to see you in the mornings I try my best to behave. Every night since that first kiss has been tortuous, except for last night of course."

"Don't say sweet things to me. I still want to be angry with you. I should still be angry with you."

"Bonnie, I'm sorry. I'm an impulsive selfish dick, but you already know this so please stop making me apologize for being myself."

"I don't want you to stop being yourself. I just wish you would talk to me about things before you did them. I also wish that murder wasn't your first thought every time you interacted with someone I love."

"So you love Jeremy?"

"He's my friend Damon. Yes I love him, but no I'm not in love with him."

"Because…"

"Because I'm having a rebellious phase where instead of falling for someone sweet and age-appropriate like Jeremy, I think I'm stupidly falling for an impulsive selfish dick."

"I love it when you call me pet names."

Bonnie rolls her eyes and pushes past Damon, but he grabs her arm, twirling her so that her back meets his muscular chest.

"Why won't you let me leave?"

"Because you didn't let me tell you why I'm not in love with any of my exes"

"Because they all want to kill you?"

"Because I'm already in love with a 5'2 witch who thinks that I'm an impulsive selfish dick, but who loves me in spite of it."

Bonnie turns her head so that her lips are mere inches from Damon's, he hurries and closes the distance. Maneuvering her closer to his chest, though his mouth never leaves hers.

"Aw isn't this sickeningly sweet. Or maybe it's just sickening," a familiar voice declares, disrupting their kiss.

All of a sudden, Damon's fangs are out and Bonnie is being protectively, but roughly forced behind him.

Her head spins from the motion as she tries to comprehend why Damon could possibly be protecting her from Elena, who now sits perched atop one of the desks in the room.

Without uttering a word to her or answering her silent questions, he pulls the girl closer to him until she is literally breathing down his neck.

"Katherine. Stefan and I were wondering how long it would take you to arrive," he says frigidly.