Bonnie had eaten while watching TV, Damon had done the dishes after his meal. When Bonnie wanted to walk with her crutches, he suddently carried her bride style to the bedroom. They were good together, the evening ended in laughter. They quickly forgot the call and the odd message. They brushed their teeth and went to bed. They kissed and cuddled, he wanted to continue what they had started but she wanted to rest after a big meal. They fell asleep in the arms of each other and Damon felt like the most fortunate manon earth.
The following day, the alarm clock rang at 7 am but he turned it off and went back to sleep. At 9 am, someone rang the doorbell, insistently. Damon decided to ignore the sound of the bell but Bonnie was alreadywaking up.
"Uh, Damon wake up" she said with her nose in the pillow, still asleep, "please, I can not sleep with this noise" she slightly pushed Damon's hand which was on her belly but he did not move. "Damon please...go open the door"
"No" he said, snaking his grip around her from behind, "I'm very comfortable where I am," the doorbell rang again and again.
Bonnie thought 'who could disturb them so early in the morning?' and she quickly opened the eyes "Oh my God! Damon! It's the immigration! It should be them!" She screamed and got up quickly. He got up quickly too and descended from the king size bed and put on the pants nearby. He ran into the shower to wash his face and quickly brush his teeth. Bonnie was also up to go wash her face and quickly brush her teeth.
Damon was down and there were two immigration officers who came to do a check up. They had been welcomed by Damon who was smiling to them and he explained that it would be better if he led them to his bedroom to avoid Bonnie having to go all the way with crutches. The officers followed him in the house and to his bedroom. Bonnie sat on the bed, she had madeit in a record time, she tried to hide the stress as well as she'd made the bed.
"Mrs. Salvatore" one of the agents said, shaking her hand and the other did the same.
"Hello" she smiled weakly.
"We came to see how married life was suiting you."
"Ok" Damon came to sit beside her and gave her a kiss on the lips to make her smile a little.
"I'm Agent Grant, I'll go around the bedroom while my teammate Agent White will ask you some questions."
"Go for it."
Agent Grant moved further into the room and checked the drawers to see if her clothes were there, while agent White asked them personal questions.
"You've been married since yesterday?"
"Yes," Damon said, smiling.
"How long have you know each other?"
"It's been almost two months"
"Two months!?" The woman wrote in her book, Bonnie was nervous but Damon managed the situation well. "Why so fast?"
"Because we love each other, I wanted her to be my wife as soon as possible before another man took her away"
"Well, ma'am?"
"...I love Damon, He is ... the best man for me, and I want to spend all my life with him" Bonnie said very seriously and Damon could not help but raisehis eyebrows in surprise.
"So you did not get maried to stay in America?"
"We get married because we are craziest people in the world and because we're in love."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes" they said simultaneously.
The lady smiled watching the couple who had a loving gaze "you are a beautiful couple." Damon and Bonnie looked each other, smiling. "Are they good, Grant?"
"Yeah, we can go." Agent Grant said, he looked in the drawers and cupboards to see if her things were there, see if they really lived together.
"Ok, we can't let you know when we will come again, we will come from time to time to check whether you're together."
"Do you like orange juice?" Damon asked the lady with a seductive smile. He was shirtless and even with his hair disheveled, he remained sexy as hell.
"Why?"
He got up, "Because I'm going to propose it to you every time you come...with eggs...bacon...whatever you want in." she laughed, blushing, but Grant did not like the joke.
"Let's go Agent White" he said, speaking the word "Agent" harder than usual. They went out of the room with Damon in front, who guided them to the front door. He told them goodbye and they left. Damon climbed the stairs and walked into the bedroom, he found Bonnie sitting in the same place, she hadn't moved.
"It went well," he said, sitting beside her.
"Yes" she said weakly, looking down.
"Good morning, Wifey" he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek and neck. She smiled, looking up.
"Good morning, Mr. Blue." She kissed him gently on the lips, smiling. He deepened the kiss by putting his hand behind her neck and he leaned her on the bed lying on top of her, he put his other hand on her thigh to caress it. He gently placed himself between her legs, kissing her, she stroked his cheek during their kiss.
"I want to go to the beach," he said after he stopped kissing her, and she laughed.
"Then go."
"Correction, I want to go to the beach with you."
"Damon, you have to go to work and I have to do my homework."
He pouted and she laughed.
"Damon..."
"Uhm?" He purred as he made lollipops on her neck.
"Is it a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" She laughed, she could feel Damon's erection on her thigh and his erection was not small.
"I'm happy to see you," he laughed.
"Stop being so happy, I have a long day ahead of me"
"Yeah, what're you gonna do?"
"Work with Caroline! I've missed lots of exams, there is a project to do and it will give me plenty of points to help me"
"Uhm, Bonnie Salvatore, the brillant journalist," he said, kissing her neck with his tongue and she moaned.
"Stop doing that." she moaned.
"Your sexy nightie does not help your argument," he straightened and put his hands on the edge of her hips to remove it, and then he pulled her panties off over her ankles.
"Damon..."
"Shh" he slid her panties down her legs and when he got them in his hands, he put it to his nose and inhaled her perfume. Bonnie was both heated and embarrassed by this gesture. He put her panties on the bed and he turned his head toward her face that was now red. She wondered how she always managed toend up with perverse guys but fortunately she fucking liked it.
"Pervert." he smiled, then declined slightly to bend down to her pussy.
"Wait! Wait! Wait! What do you plan to do right now?" She said putting her hands on her crotch.
"Well, I don't know maybe lick your pussy?" he said, pretending to think.
She laughed "it's the morning! I haven't taken my shower"
"It'll be tastier like this," he leaned in again but she started to want to flee the bed laughing.
"No no! I'm not gonna let you do that" she tried to flee but her leg in the plaster was slowing her down and Damon used it to grab her waist.
"Come here Wifey!" She was on all fours and he pulled her body onto his erection.
"DAMON!", she laughed continuing to try and free.
"You're so stubborn! Plus it's for you I want to do that."
"I don't care! I don't want it! Let me go shower first."
"Ooh no let me taste you first."
"DAMON!" She laughed, he struggled to contain her on the bed but he was tenacious.
"Damn it! Let me lick your fucking pussy."
"No way Mister blue" she pushed with her foot but he took it to force her to be on her back and then he blocked her leg in the plaster with one knee, he put her other leg on his shoulder and he dived on to her pussy lips.
"You," she moaned, "are" she moaned louder, "imposs...OH LORD!"
Damon went to take his shower leaving Bonnie on the bed, who was recovering from two climaxes. She felt like she was on a cloud, she had married a Mister Blue that turned out to have the most skillful tongue in the whole world. She wondered if they were doing it too fast but somehow she was married and they must remain married for years, the situation itself was fast.
She hesitated between beginning a real relationship with Damon or waiting more time. Waiting for what? She did not know. Everything was confused in her head. Between virtual and reality, there was a big step, she was afraid that in the end they'll end up hating each other. She was worried that their false arguments would one day become real, and they would no longer be able to stand each other.
She put her hands on her face, sighing. Her life became complicated but at least she wouldn't be deported. She wasn't going back to England with her parents and to live with the same old family problems. Bonnie was going to stay in New York and become a great journalist, and maybe win 'the Pulitzer.' She laughs thinking about it, she did not see herself winning such an award, working in a small newspaper would be enough for her as long as she can interview people and talk about things of interest.
She was in her thoughts and she began to fall asleep when her phone rang. She sat up and took it from the bedside table.
"Hi Care."
"Did you fuck with him?"
"I'm fine, and you?" She rolled her eyes.
"Bonnie!"
"Care!"
"Bonnie!"
"No Care, we did not have sex...yet...he wanted to, but not me..."
"But?"
"But I let him lick my breasts and my..."
"Bonnie Bennett! You're such a slut."
"I am not a slut! And technically he is my husband so I have the right to do it."
"But...Marcel..."
"CAROLINE!"
"Ok ok, FINE" she said resigned and Bonnie laughed.
"How are you?"
"Uhm tired, Klaus tried to fuck the life outta me the last night! I feel dizzy" Bonnie laughed.
"Why do you feel dizzy?"
"I do not know I can practically feel his spermatozoid stroll in my stomach"
"CARE!" Bonnie screamed embarrassed.
"What? I swallowed his cum, can't I say anything bad?"
"Sorry to hear that you're still alive," she had been listening to see if Damon was still in the shower before speaking, "Damon made me see stars just a few minutes ago, his tongue is...I have no words"
"Bonnie!" Caroline said annoyed.
"When he put two fingers in my pussy, I got lost...I-"
"BONNIE!" Caroline cried.
"What!? I've listened to you talk about your sexual prowess with Klaus for hours, for days and months. Can you at least listen to me tell you about mine, two minutes?!"
"Yeah...I guess"
Bonnie sighed, for a reason she did not understand, Caroline really did not like Damon. "Will we still meet together at coffee shop Harlow's this noon?"
"Uhm talking about that..." she said in a small voice, this was the voice Caroline used often when she was about to do something that Bonnie would not like.
"Care, what did you do?"
"Nothing" Caroline said feeling unmasked, "Well if you want to know, I will not be your partner for the reporting project but I chose someone who can be."
"Care..." Bonnie said upset.
"No no listen first, uhm this guy..."
"CAROLINE" She screamed.
"Urgh listen to me first! This guy is new and talented, he has only good grades in class, plus he has plenty of contact in the cercle! He had talked about wanting to do a reporting about foreign refugees just like you."
"Keep going."
"Well, your fantastic best friend asked him if he wanted to work with you for the project and he said YES!"
"But... Care, we should do it together."
Damon came into the bedroom, he found Bonnie sitting on the bed with an upset look.
"I know, I know you want to do it with me, i want to do it with you too, but Bonnie... you are interesting by politic and welfare, while I am interesting by fashion and celebrities. I really want to do it with you, but we have different passions and I'm sure it will be felt in our work."
"You're right, we should do what we love for this project."
"Sorry Bonnie, don't be mad please."
"I am not mad."
Damon could see she was mad.
"Okay tell to me more about this guy."
"Wow wow slow down! What guy?" Damon said, buttoning his shirt.
"A guy with whom Care wants me to work with," she said disconnecting her phone from her ear.
"Tell her you're maried now," he said with a serious look. "No other guy in your life, Marcel is already a piece of work." Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Well, my husband told me to tell you that I am a married woman now and there's no other guy in my life," she said, stroking the pillow on which her leg was on. Suddenly Bonnie laughed loudly.
"What's she said?" Damon was about to tighten his tie.
"She told me to tell you to get fucked by a fucking monkey," she said, laughing and Damon smiled amused.
"Tell her that I prefer to be fucked by my wonderdul wife," he said, putting his shoes on, he did everything pretty quickly this morning. He had taken advantage of lying in bed more hours than usual with his wife but he had urgent business to settle at work. "Uh no! Tell her that I'll fuck my wife tonight." Bonnie could not stop laughing, Caroline and Damon were really dogs and cats. When he was done, he mounted on the bed to kiss Bonnie.
"A last kiss for your beloved husband?" He said while his lips were close to hers, she tenderly kissed him but something with his masculine flagrance excited her and she moaned.
"I like your fragrance," she said, lost in his blue eyes, he smiled and gave her a long kiss before at lasthe left the bed.
"This evening Bon-Bon," he said, walking toward the door.
"Do not forget to text me."
"My life depends on it," he said before disappearing behind the door. She sighed and picked up the phone she had laid beside her on the bed.
"Care?"
"Yeah, I had time to puke my guts out on my books but I am fine," Caroline said with a ill voice and Bonnie rolled her eyes, laughing.
"Okay, tell me more about this guy."
