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Damon was reflecting on the day Bonnie showed up when Stefan came in. He saw Damon on the couch and purposefully walked over and sat next to him.

"So, you plan on leaving the house today?" Stefan asked innocently.

Damon sighed and took a sip from the tumbler he was holding. "No."

Stefan smiled. "So you're just going to stay in the house until Bonnie comes to her senses and takes you back?" Damon laughed bitterly.

"Don't hold your breath. She made her decision, and she's stubborn. Trust me; no one is changing her mind any time soon."

Stefan opened his mouth to say something, but paused when his phone vibrated in his hand. He looked down at the screen and a wide smile appeared on his face. Damon noticed.

"Would you look at that, a genuine smile? What's got you so chipper?" Stefan looked up at him with a mischievous smile.

"I've just been waiting to hear from my girlfriend, brother. She just let me know her success at something she had to do this morning. I'm heading out to meet her," he added as he started walking out of the room. Before he went around the corner, he turned back to look at Damon.

"You have a good day, Damon." He smiled warmly before reaching the door and leaving.

Ten minutes later, he was still sitting in the same spot when the doorbell rang. As he walked to the door, his mind wandered to Bonnie. He wondered what she was doing right now, if she was okay, if she was thinking about him too. When he opened the door it took a second for him to realise who was standing in front of him. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but no; here she was, standing right in front of him.

He was a little taken aback at her appearance. She was as beautiful as usual, her wavy hair, now much longer than when she first showed up, framing her round face. However, her face now looked a little thinner and she had bags under her eyes. She had tried to hide her sunken cheeks and dark eyes with make-up, but he could definitely notice it. He immediately felt guilty.

This happened because of me. She's hurting herself because of me.

Though his thoughts were painful, he kept a cool look on his face. He made sure to look his best simply out of habit, and he knew while she was looking at him she was wondering why he didn't seem so… affected. But unlike her, he hurt himself on the inside. Well, metaphorically at least. No matter how much he drank, it couldn't kill him-he was a vampire, after all.

"Elena isn't here," he said coolly, deciding to speak first. He could hear her slightly quickened heartbeat. She blinked.

"Um, I'm not here to see Elena," she said hesitantly. She nervously brushed a loose curl away from her face. He wished he could touch her hair again, run his fingers through it. But he knew that wouldn't be happening any time soon.

"Well… Stefan just left. And if you're looking for Blondie, she's not here either…" he said confused. He had no idea why she would come over here unless it was important. They'd been avoiding each other for over two weeks now.

She exhaled slowly before speaking again. "Actually, I'm here to speak to you." His eyebrows rose. "Is something wrong?"

She looked confused. "What? No, why would you think something is wrong?" He laughed bitterly. "Let's just get to why you're here. No point in reliving my rejection." She looked at him, guilt written all over her face.

He shouldn't have said that. No matter how heartbroken he was over her rejecting him, he knew she had her reasons, and he still loved her with all his heart. He didn't want to make her feel bad for trying to protect him, even if she was being ridiculous.

She cleared her throat. "Damon… Oh jeez, I planned this out in my head on the way over, but my mind has just gone blank. But I'll try my best anyway." He remained silent, and she took it as encouragement.

"Elena came over to my house this morning. I told her everything: how we got… involved, how I decided..." she cleared her throat. "And you were right, of course; she was… happy for us. But then I explained to her why I couldn't be with you and she… she yelled at me."

Damon didn't know Elena had gone to Bonnie's this morning. When he saw her earlier she said she was going to run errands in town. Then he remembered Stefan earlier.

She just let me know her success at something she had to do this morning.

Success? With Bonnie? By yelling at her? He was getting more confused by the second, but he forced his attention back to Bonnie. She continued talking.

"Well, not really yelled. She gave me some harsh truth. I needed to hear it though. Anyway, she pretty much told me what you had been telling me all along: that I don't need to be alone with my problems. All this time I thought this issue with my magic was something that I could only take care of by myself but… Elena made me see it doesn't need to be that way. That it's okay that I need help sometimes, just like Elena did, and Stefan and Caroline. And… I shouldn't have to avoid being around you because I think I might hurt you…"

Damon didn't say anything, his mind was in overdrive. Bonnie began talking again, rushing everything out that she needed to say. Tears were slowly forming in her eyes.

"You tried to convince me I wouldn't hurt you again but I was so scared I ended up hurting both of us. But I love you Damon, and because I love you so much I made it seem so much harder than it needed to be. I was afraid I wasn't strong enough to control myself, my magic. And I realised that it's my love for you that will protect you. It's strong enough that I won't hurt you, I can't hurt you. No matter how strong it gets, knowing you're there is all I need to help control it. I'm ready to be with you, Damon. And I am so sorry for taking a while to realise it and for everything I put you through, I'm sorry that after everything your heart has been through, I hurt you again knowing how hard it was for you to let people in. I just… I don't know what else I can say. I hope you can forgive me, I hope we can give this a chance. But no matter what you decide, I just want you to know that I'll love you anyway, and I'll be anything you want. I'll never bother you again if you want. I just want you to be happy and-"

Damon cut her off when he pulled her toward him and placed his lips on hers. It was a soft, tender kiss, but it meant the world to both of them. Tears were streaming down her face and he pulled away from the kiss, reluctantly, to wipe them with his thumbs.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He pulled her in for another kiss, this one more passionate. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped one arm around her waist, using the other to close the door as he pulled her inside. They both pulled away from the kiss and simply looked at each other. She smiled slowly, her heart in her eyes, and he grabbed her hand gently and led her upstairs to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed he lifted her up and held her against it. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close, running her hand through his hair while he trailed gentle kisses down her neck. He then moved his mouth to hers and kissed her zealously, their tongues teasing each other.

He couldn't wait. He wanted her, wanted to please her, wanted to give her all of him. He stopped kissing her and looked at her questioningly, silently asking if she was ready for this.

"It's okay," she whispered, and kissed him tenderly.

He carried her to the bed and pulled the covers back before lowering her onto the bed gently. As they slowly removed each other's clothes, he had to restrain himself from literally ripping her clothes from her body. They took their time, he moving his hands along every curve of her, she kissing every point of revealed skin.

When every piece of clothing was removed he couldn't help but stare at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with, and she was his forever. She noticed him staring and a self-righteous smile appeared. He smiled at her and whispered "stop being so smug." She laughed.

Music to my ears, he thought happily.

"What are you waiting for, Damon? I'm getting bored." His eyebrows rose.

"Good things take time, witch." As he spoke his hand moved up her leg, reaching her thigh. She grew silent, her breathing slightly picking up. His hand rose up even higher.

"Got nothing to say now?" he said arrogantly. She slapped his shoulder playfully. "Don't make me change my mind." He took that as an invitation and kissed her, his tongue playing with hers while his hand remained between her legs, slowly rubbing.

She softly moaned and he rubbed faster, using his fingers to enter her. She gasped and closed her eyes, letting him pleasure her. He wanted to do everything to her, pleasure her every single way he knew how-and he knew a lot of ways. As he felt her climax beneath him, he kissed her lovingly. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, concerned. "Are you?" she replied weakly. He couldn't resist her. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed them fervently, his tongue massaging hers.

He entered her slowly, allowing her to grow accustomed to her. They moved unhurriedly but rhythmically, like their bodies were made for one another. Bonnie took Damon's hand in hers, fingers intertwined. He had to use all his self-control not to be selfish with her, make sure she was the one who he took care of, not the other way around. As they moved faster, he felt his control breaking. He couldn't hold on any longer, she was too much for him. She was getting ready to orgasm, and he wasn't far away. As he felt both of them climbing closer and closer, she opened her eyes and stared up at him, challenging him to finish before her. But he had just enough will power to hold on to himself. Instead he kissed her again and moved his hand down within her thighs. As he touched her she climaxed, and he followed her, both of them gasping and reaching for one another so they could enjoy the ride together.

When the high had worn off they lay together, Bonnie falling asleep on Damon's chest. One hand was holding hers, while the other lazily ran through her hair. He'd missed it, her beautiful curls. He looked over at his alarm clock: they'd been in bed for about two and a half hours; they'd had sex at least three times. She was… magical. He thought back to what Stefan had said to him earlier:

You have a good day, Damon. He'd known. He'd known what Bonnie was about to do… because Elena had texted him telling him so.

Damon smiled. He'd have to thank those two later. If it weren't for them, both he and Bonnie would be alone and depressed, thinking about what could have been.

Bonnie snuggled closer and he wrapped his arm around her. She would have to recoup, but after that, round four was on.

Or was it five?

Looks like we'll have to start over, he thought happily before falling asleep.

So tell me what you think!

Because Bonnie and Damon are officially together as of now, this will most likely be the last chapter before the epilogue. Thanks to everybody who stuck to the story up to this point, you're all gems :)

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