Bonnie shivered as the breeze from the open window tickled her bare skin.

"Want me to shut the window?" Damon asked in a sleepy voice.

"No, it's okay, it feels good," Bonnie answered, too spent herself to explain to him how delicious the cool air felt against her skin in contrast to the heat of his body in contact with hers.

Damon lay between her legs, his back to her chest, the sheets tangled around them like vines. He lazily stroked her thigh while she ran her fingers through his curls, lost in thought.

They like that, in post coital bliss, until Damon let out a groan.

"What's wrong?"

"It's almost morning," he replied sadly. "That means that you're going to leave me soon," he added, almost inaudibly.

"Damon,"

"Hmm?"

"It's Saturday."

Damon turned around with an agility that only vampirism could bring. He smiled broadly at her.

"Oh yeah, it is, isn't it?" His smile automatically turned devilish. "So that means that I don't have to worry about wearing you out," he said, as he began to kiss Bonnie's neck.

"Hold on, I would like to be able to walk tomorrow, Damon!" she giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her last words disappearing into a moan.

She felt Damon smile into her neck. "Walking is overrated."

Damon began to kiss down her collarbone towards her already exposed breasts. He nipped at her, smirking when she let out a high pitched squeal and a giggle. Damon loved that, the way she always giggled when they got intimate. He found it so damn sexy; it set the predator off in him, made him want to simply devour her.

Bonnie gasped, unable to breathe as Damon lowered himself over her. She knew what was coming next, and the anticipation always killed her. She closed her eyes and lifted her hips when she felt Damon press into her, then… nothing. Bonnie looked down and saw crisp, blue eyes shining at her in the early dawn light.

"That's not funny, Damon!" she whined. She hated the way she sounded in her own ears, like a fiend, but she didn't want to play games; right now, she wanted to get down to business.

She heard Damon chuckle low in his throat. "As you wish, little witch." And before the last word was out his mouth, Bonnie felt him enter her. Just as she let out the breath she hadn't realized she was still holding, she felt… nothing, again.

"Damon!"

"Shhh, you're going to wake Mother and Father up," he laughed, referring to his brother and his girlfriend. He could barely contain himself; he knew it was wrong, but her face was so priceless. Plus, it was satisfying to see his stuck up little witch come off her high horse every now and then and beg for it.

"Damon…" Bonnie whined again, pulling him down closer to her.

"What do you want?" he whispered in her ear seductively.

"Don't do this, Damon," Bonnie whispered back, suddenly out of breath.

"Ask and you shall receive," the vampire said, enjoying the feeling of her trembling beneath him.

"Damon, please…"

"Please what?" He could hear her growl in frustration low in her throat.

"Please, Damon…" she whispered, her breath tickling his neck. "Please… make love to me?"

"As you wish…" he repeated, sinking himself fully into the witch, almost losing it when he felt her melt under him. They moved like that for what seemed like hours, rocking in perfect synchrony until they couldn't distinguish where one ended and the other began. Damon briefly felt a sense of pride in her sexual expertise, seeing as to how he was her first and taught her everything she knew.

She's mine, he thought as he felt her begin to climax. Between the feeling of her surrounding him and her sweet voice repeatedly moaning his name in his ear, telling him how much she needed him and how good he felt… Damon almost lost it. He felt his fangs begin to descend and lowered his head to begin sucking on her neck. When he felt her about to come for the second time, he gently slid his fangs into her neck.

This was the part that Bonnie told no one about, not even Caroline, who she was sure would understand, and even if she couldn't, would try. Bonnie knew what was coming when he began suckling her neck, the tips of his fangs brushing against the delicate skin of her neck. She knew it, and she anticipated it. She couldn't explain to anyone, sometimes not even herself, why she first asked him to do it, but she's never regretted it. It still hurt, but in a delectable, indescribable way. Not that sex wasn't great without it; they didn't even do it every time they had sex, but it was like a drug that made it ten times better when they did. Bonnie never felt closer to Damon than she did when they were like this.

Bonnie began to feel lightheaded, and tilted her head back because she knew the next step. Like one body, Damon lifted his wrist to Bonnie's mouth at the same time she leaned her head back. Bonnie took his wrist into her mouth, enjoying the taste of his blood going down her throat. It still tasted like dirty pennies, it was still blood after all, but she hardly noticed that anymore. The best part was still to come.

Damon couldn't explain this part with words if he tried. The first time, he'd thought he was high off of Bonnie's blood, the elixir of the witch's life like heroin, addictive and powerful. As soon as he swallowed, he felt something inside him pull, then… merge with her, that was the best way he could describe it. Then the memories came. They weren't images, sounds, smells… but they were all of that. The sadness she felt from her first heartbreak, the anger she felt when she realized that some people judged her not by her actions, but by her skin color; the feeling of inadequacy she felt when she found out that Abby had raised another child, the surprise she felt when she finally admitted to herself that she was in love with Damon Salvatore. It was something deep inside of him syncing with something in her; he could feel the heat of the magic running through his icy cold veins. He briefly wondered what kind of spell she'd put on him, but quickly decided that he didn't really care.

While he made love to her, he honestly could think of nothing else but her. Body parts entangled, Damon matched her move for move, almost as if they shared one mind.

The best way Bonnie could describe it was that, for that brief moment in time, they shared a soul. This was the thing with Damon that she could not explain, the love she felt for him that transcended everything they'd been through, every way they'd hurt each other. This was the love that allowed her to forgive him fully; she saw things in him that she was sure he hadn't even realized in himself. She could feel the disappointment he felt every time his father chose Stefan over him, the anger he felt when he extended himself, yet got his heart broken into a million pieces every time; the confusion he felt whenever he truly thought he was doing something out of love, but just ended up with everyone hating him, and the immense love he'd felt when Bonnie had finally chosen him first.

Damon's blood made Bonnie feel like she was on another plane; she could feel all the darkness drain out of him and back out of her with nothing but love. This cycle, it was weird, but it was theirs, and it felt nothing but natural.

It was a thrilling experience, almost morbid, feeling the life drain out of her, yet simultaneously feeling his blood restoring her. All this, coupled with mind-blowing sex, made Bonnie feel like she was about to explode, sensory overload.

Damon felt Bonnie contracting under him, felt the energy pouring out of her, seeping right though him, and pulled his fangs out of her. He found his own release shortly after, enjoying the feeling of Bonnie still moaning and writhing under him. He began lazily kissing her all over her collarbone, still lodged inside of her. The sound of her softly still chanting his name mixed with his breathy kisses made him instantly hard, the insatiable vampire wanting to do it all over again. And he probably would have tried, too, had there not been a loud banging on the front door.