Chapter 11

Water pooled in Bonnie's eyes. "Thank you Damon. It's beautiful." She said hugging him. She turned to his brother, "Stefan". The kitchen renovation was finally complete, and she loved everything about it.

Damon kissed her on the forehead. "Your welcome."

Stefan knew he wasn't going to get much more from her, so he decided to bow and leave gracefully.

"We should go out, and celebrate." Damon says while still holding on to her.

She leaned her head back to meet his gaze. "Damon Salvatore, are you asking me out on a date?" She says in a mocking tone."

"I am."

Heat rose to her cheeks. She was being playful, but he was serious. He wanted to take her out on a date.

"Damon… I ca…"

"You can. Auntie Original can watch the baby."

She thought about it for a minute, a bit hesitant. "Okay."

"Okay" He repeated. "Get dressed. I'll pick you up in a couple of hours."

He kissed her on the head, and walked out the door. Bonnie climbed the stairs in search of Rebekah to ask her to watch the baby, but Rebekah was already waiting for her when she reached the top.

"I heard, and I'll help you get ready."

Bonnie giggled. "Thanks Bex."

"Don't mention it. Just promise me you'll let loose. Have fun."

Bonnie raised a brow. "I think you and I have very different definitions of fun."

Two hours later Damon was standing in the foyer, flowers and a gift box in hand. As he watched Bonnie cascade the stairs, a lump formed in his throat. She was breathtaking. Her chocolate locks were swept over to one side in a French braid adorned with a large white flower tucked by her ear. She wore very little make-up, and her black and white tube dress hugged her body deliciously. When she reached him, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"You're beautiful." He said handing her the flower, and gift.

"Thank you. You don't look half-bad yourself Salvatore." She hip checked him, and handed the flowers to Rebekah.

She opened the gift box, and inside was a tiny leather jacket identical to the one he was wearing. Bonnie raised a brow.

Damon shrugged. "Hey you're not the only one I'm trying to woo. I'm also trying to get in good with the man of the house."

Rebekah took the tiny jacket out of Bonnie's hands along with the box. "Consider him wooed. Now go… Have fun." She said shooing them out the door. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do."


"God I've missed this car." Bonnie sung while they zoomed down the highway.

Damon looked over at her; her eyes were glowing in the moonlight. 'God she's beautiful.' He thought. She glanced at him, and caught his gaze.

"What?" She asked

He shook his head, and increased his speed. Moments later they were pulling into the parking lot of a karaoke bar. Bonnie looked at Damon questioningly.

"It'll be fun." He says.

Bonnie was tickled, and couldn't wait to see if he was going to sing.

"I bet." She says voice dripping with amusement.

They drink, and talk for nearly two hours before he takes his turn on the mic. Bonnie places her chair front, and center of the stage. When the beat starts Bonnie can't help but laugh. She stands to her feet to clap, and whistle. She plays the role of #1 fan beautifully. Damon belted out his rendition of 'My Girl' never taking his eyes off of her. The sentiment wasn't lost on Bonnie, and her body tingled from the way he was looking at her. She smiled brightly, covered her mouth with both hands, and gently blew a kiss at him.

'Is she flirting with me?' Damon thought. He was no fool, but this was Bonnie. After everything she had been thru with Klaus, he didn't know how to respond. He wanted her. He wanted her in the worst way, but didn't know how he should proceed.

He jumped off the stage, the small audience cheered, and Bonnie jumped into his arms pulling him into a tight hug.

"Didn't know you had it in you Salvatore." She teased.

They made their way to a small corner table were they continued to drink, laugh, and talk. Bonnie was reminded of the time they spent in 1994 where it was just the two of them. He called it his personal hell, but hindsight being 20/20… Bonnie realized it was her personal heaven. She was at peace there, and she felt that peace now.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Bonnie asked. "Do you ever miss it?"

Damon didn't have to ask, he knew what she was referring to. "Everyday" He answers honestly.

She smiles at that. "Did you miss me… when I was away? Did you miss me?"

Damon was taken aback. Bonnie never brought up her time with Klaus. No one did. It was like an unspoken rule. He tilted his head up to meet her gaze. His eyes studied hers for a moment.

"Everyday" he says causing her cheeks to heat up.

They fell into a comfortable silence while continuing to drink. Damon stares at her hungrily. She shifts in her seat because his glare is making her wet.

"What?" She finally says past frustrated.

He simply shakes his head, but she won't let him off that easy. She knew he wanted her. She could see it in his eyes, but he was back on those eggshells. She wasn't having it.

"You wanna fuck me don't you?" She blurted out boldly trying to shock him.

It worked. He inadvertently spit out his drink. He choked a little before clearing his throat.

"Excuse me, what?" he finally managed to say.

Bonnie giggled at how uneasy he was. Damon Salvatore reduced to a babbling jittery mess from six measly words. She was pleasantly amused. After watching him fumble for words a few more seconds, she decided to let him off the hook.

"The baby will be up early. We better go."

He nods nervously. Bonnie giggled again. The ride home was awkwardly silent. When they pulled into her driveway, Bonnie was still very proud of how nervous she managed to make him. She leaned over, and kissed him on the cheek. Her hand purposely fell to his thigh, and she whispered in his ear fervidly.

"I'm not a nun Damon, my panties stay wet for you."

And with that she got of the car leaving him hard as a rock, and equally flabbergasted. Damon did not think Bonnie Bennett was capable of such vulgarity. Since her return he thought of her as scarred, fragile even. Other than her nightmares, Bonnie showed no signs of being victimized. In fact, it was quite the opposite. She was provocative, tantalizing even. Damon didn't know what to make of it. He has been attracted to her for a long time, since he met her honestly. But his hunger for her was growing, and after tonight he didn't know how much longer he could keep his hands off of her.


Bonnie made her way into the house, and lazily plopped down on the couch next to Rebekah.

"How'd it go? You're back before midnight, so clearly you didn't shag him."

"Shag? Bonnie asked.

"Don't play coy Bonnie, you know what I mean."

Bonnie sighed. "It's not like I didn't want to. And it's not like he didn't wanted to. I'm just a little afraid to take that leap." She looked at Rebekah as if assessing her trustworthiness. "I mean what if…" Bonnie stopped.

"What if what?" Rebekah asked concerned.

Bonnie buried her face in her hands trying to keep from crying. "What if Klaus was right? What if he ruined me for any other man?"

Rebekah rubbed Bonnie's back, and spoke to her soothingly. "Hey Bon you do know that that's not possible."

Bonnie looked up at Rebekah shaking her head, tears now running down her face.

"Bonnie," Rebekah started cautiously. "What did my brother do to you?"

Once Bonnie started talking, she couldn't stop. She told Rebekah everything, every sorted detail. And by the time she was done two hours later, Rebekah was also crying.

"I'm so sorry Bonnie. No one deserves that, least of all you."

Bonnie nodded as Rebekah hugged her. "Bonnie I think it's time you seek counseling. It's the only way for you to move on with your life."

Bonnie nodded. "I know"

As the girls were wiping their tears, there was a small knock at the door. Bonnie jumped up to answer it.

"Caroline?"

"Hi Bonnie, I was in the neighborhood, and saw the light on."

That wasn't entirely true. Caroline had stood outside of Bonnie's house for three nights in a row trying to build the courage up to knock. Bonnie stepped outside on the porch refusing to let Caroline in.

"Bonnie I just wanted to say that I am really sorry for the way things went down."

Bonnie blinked several times before furrowing her brow. "Things?"

"What I'm trying to say is…"

Bonnie cut her off. "Look Caroline, I've had a long day. Could this wait for another time?"

Caroline nodded, a little startled by Bonnie's icy demeanor. "Meet me at the grill for lunch tomorrow?"

Bonnie shifted on her feet before meeting Caroline's gaze. "Maybe… I'll text you in the morning to let you know. Your number's the same?"

Caroline nodded. Bonnie stepped back in the house shutting the door behind her. Caroline sped off trying her best to fight back tears.

A/N: Bring on the Bamon.