I hate leaving stories for so long without updating, and I've got a few, but college has me running ragged, and I barely have time to write as I wish to. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and I'm sorry it's short!

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Air blew over her bare shoulder as she stirred from her deep sleep. She moaned, and slowly opened her eyes, and rolled over to find blue eyes staring down at her.

She smiled, and lifted her right hand to his face. "Morning, blue eyes," She whispered, watching him smile.

"Morning, green eyes," He whispered, bending down to brush his lips over her mouth.

She hummed against his lips, and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Aren't you going to get tired of waking me like this?" She asked, as he pulled back, brushing his right hand over her face.

Shaking his head, he smiled. "No, I've spent two hundred years waking up alone without you. I don't want to waste another hundred without you." He whispered, searching her eyes.

She smiled, and pushed her fingers through his hair. "Neither do I." She whispered, watching him chuckle.

"You do realize you were asleep for almost two centuries, right?" He remarked, smirking with his crooked grin.

She rolled her eyes, and shook her head against the pillow. "Thanks for ruining the moment, you pompous ass." She stated, with a laugh.

He chuckled, and brushed his lips over hers. "You love it." He whispered, feeling her squirm underneath him.

"I love you. God only knows why." She remarked, laughing against his lips.

He chuckled, and pulled back. "I love you too." He whispered, searching her eyes.

She smiled, and ran her fingers of her right hand over his face, and into his hair. "I love you so much, Damon." She whispered, shaking her head against the pillow. "So much that I don't think I could survive a day without you in my life." She added, tears forming in her eyes.

He smiled, and bent his head to kiss her lips, gently. "I know I couldn't, green eyes." He whispered, kissing her once again.

She opened her mouth, and returned his kiss with everything in her body. She felt him move over her body as the sheet lifted above them, and he settled on top of her.

He moved his lips over hers, and felt her arms wrap around him with her legs opening, and wrapping around his thighs.

He moved his hips downward, but didn't penetrate the slick open he felt against him. He lifted his head, and gazed down into her eyes.

He focused on her gaze as his hips moved further, closer, until he penetrated the wet heat of her body. Her mouth opened, and she arched her hips, instinctively, wanting more. He pulled out, just a fraction, before pushing forward, feeling her surround him with everything he loved.

"Look at me, Bonnie." He whispered, watching her eyes flutter with a dazed look of love on her face. "Focus on me." He added, watching her face fill with bliss.

She arched her back, bringing her breasts against his chest, and tightened her legs around his waist. "Damon…" She moaned, lowly, sensually, her nails biting into his shoulders.

He groaned, kissing her lips as his hips rocked against her, wanting to get closer, needing to get closer. "I can't." He whispered, moving his lips over her face, his pleasure rocking him.

Bonnie smiled, and pushed them over, until she was straddling him on top. She gazed down into his eyes and smiled as her hips rocked forward, taking him all inside her as she did.

Damon arched underneath her, and moaned. His hands gripped her hips, dragging her, bruising her, marking her.

Bonnie moved her hands over his chest, and arched her back. She was so close. So close, she could see the horizon so often tempting her.

She felt him sit up, and she opened her eyes to see his staring straight into her. She needed more, and he sensed it. He pushed her hair to the side, and kissed her neck, opening his lips to drag his teeth over her neck.

She moaned, and closed her eyes at the pleasure she was feeling from the pain. She needed so much more. Opening her mouth, she turned her head brush her lips over his neck. She felt his blood calling to her, and she wanted to answer it. Something in her mind told her this was different. Something was different. She never wanted his blood like this before.

Something was strange, yet right about this.

"I need it." She moaned, rocking her hips over his.

Damon kissed, and licked the skin of her neck, moving his lips over her throat until he kissed her lips. "Need what, my love." He whispered, his hips rocking with hers.

She moaned, and clenched her walls around his shaft, but still something was off. "I need…your…blood." She whispered, clawing at his arms.

Damon felt his heart freeze and then blossom in his chest. Something was off, but in the haze of the lovemaking, he tilted his head to the side, and offered his neck. "Take it." He whispered, openly.

She bit her bottom lip, rocking her hips against him, and feeling him lengthen inside her, as she squeezed her thighs, sending waves after waves of pleasure through her. She didn't know why his blood called to her, only that she needed it.

Licking her lips, she waved her hand over his neck, surprising the both of them when the skin opened at just her touch. Bending her head, she opened her mouth, and let out a moan as his blood touched her lips and tongue. She pulled back, and felt her magic surge within her.

"Bonnie," Damon whispered, flipping them over, and gazing into her eyes.

What had started as a soft lovemaking had now turned into a rough expression of the love they shared.

Bonnie pulled his head to her neck, and as her lips touched his open mark to drink more, his teeth punctured her skin, sending them through a massive orgasm that neither had felt before.

They cried out together as each one sucked each other's blood, and felt something happen. Something that neither one had expected.

Pulling back, Damon gazed into her eyes, and swallowed, hard. "Bonnie," He whispered, as her eyes focused on his.

Bonnie brushed her hand over his face, and smiled. "It's alright, Damon." She whispered, licking her blood covered lips. "I'm alright." She whispered, nodding her head.

He sighed, and touched her face, moving his eyes to the mark on her neck, which was now turning to a small triangular knot. He felt Bonnie touch his neck at the same time, and turned his eyes to hers.

"We're marked." He whispered, watching her eyes widen, and then soften as she took in the meaning.

"Forever." She whispered, watching his smile light up, before his lips captured her in a searing kiss that sent them back on the whirlwind of pleasure that neither felt could be contained anymore.

~XXX~

Stefan sighed as he lifted his hand to knock on the door, but before he could it opened with his brother on the other end. "Damon,"

Damon nodded towards Stefan, and opened the door with a smile on his face. "Bonnie's in the back," He replied, when Stefan looked around the room.

Stefan nodded, and turned to his brother. "I remember when you bought this cottage, and fixed it up. I thought you were crazy, but now I remember why." He replied, smiling. "You bought it for her."

Damon nodded, and moved to sit down in the small cushioned chair while Stefan sat in the other one. "I didn't know why at the time." He remarked, watching his brother smile.

Stefan smiled, and bowed his head. "You loved her even before you remembered, didn't you?" He asked, lifting his head.

Damon nodded, and laughed. "I couldn't stop it." He began, shaking his head. "The first time I met her again; those damn green eyes captured me again." He stated, laughing.

Stefan laughed, and leaned back in the chair. "You always had a soft spot for green eyes." He remarked with a laugh.

Damon chuckled, and bowed his head. "Only hers." He whispered, softly.

Stefan smiled, and turned his gaze to the far window of the cottage. "You said mother approved of her." He began, not really sure what to say.

Damon sobered, and smiled, slightly. "She did."

Stefan sighed, and bowed his head. "Did father know?" He asked, lifting his eyes to Damon, whose eyes flashed. "I know he tried to have her killed, but did he know mother wanted her safe?"

Damon shook his head, and sighed. "No, the last I saw of dear old dad was when he tried to kill me for turning, after my memory was wiped." He stated, shaking his head.

Stefan swallowed, and bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Damon." He remarked, watching his brother nod, slowly.

"I know you killed him, Stefan." Damon returned, shaking his head. "I didn't know why I hated him, or why he kept asking if it felt good to kill my love." He remembered, faintly.

Stefan tilted his head to the side, and narrowed his eyes. "When did he ask that?" He asked, watching Damon's face contort.

"The night you killed him, after we woke up, and didn't know why or where we were." He answered, bowing his head.

Stefan shook his head, and sighed. "I'm sorry, Damon."

Damon shrugged his shoulders, and sighed. "He was bound to die sooner or later, wasn't he?" He asked, shaking his head.

Stefan sighed, and smiled, faintly, though it didn't reach his eyes. He studied his brother's face, and though he looked happier, and freer, something was different in his eyes as they discussed their father. He had sadness in his eyes as he remembered Giuseppe, and it hurt Stefan. Damon and Giuseppe may not have gotten along, but Stefan knew Damon loved his father, despite it all.

His eyes moved to Damon's neck, and what he saw stilled his heart. "Damon, what is on your neck?"

Damon sighed, lifted his right hand to his neck. "It's a mark."

Stefan sighed, and was about to stand up when Bonnie entered the room with her hair pulled back, and a similar mark shown on her neck. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the couple. What happened next stunned him even further.

Bonnie touched Damon's shoulder, and she smiled, faintly. "I'm sorry." She whispered, as Damon touched her hand.

Damon lifted his gaze to her, and smiled "I know."

~XXX~

He growled into the darkness, and narrowed his new brown eyes at the house. This wasn't supposed to happen.

They were not supposed to mark each other. They were supposed to just love, not mark.

He pushed away from the tree, and walked further into the forest. He was going to have to deviate from his original plan.

He smiled. They still didn't know.

The marking would actually make it easier. For they were now fully connected, and it was perfect.

Yes, the marking would help.

It would help a lot.

Especially when he killed her.

Please be kind!

I know. I know! I didn't actually intend for them to mark each other at least until the end, but it just sort of happened, and there is a reason for it! One that will be explained soon!

Next Chapter: Bonnie and Damon realized the effects of their bond. Stefan receives a visitor. Elena realizes something is wrong.

Until Next Time...