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Note: Guys and girls, this is the chapter you've been waiting for! Enjoy! (yes, this is really Bonnie and Damon, no Silas at all in this chapter). Enjoyyy =) I love all the frequent users comments, you guys are so awesome for commenting as much as possible, it means so much to me. I look forward to the long comments that I know await after this chapter.

Some people may see this chapter as not the best chapter though, and I still love you for sharing your opinion, just keep in mind how fast paced this story is, how strong Damon has already been feeling, several weeks had passed between Bonnie's death and chapter one, and I don't want to bore people with spending too much time waiting and waiting for a more "realistic" breakup. Also remember, Elena is pissed, it's not over for her. But if too many don't like this let me know and I can try and make a way to make more dramatic and play out slower.

21

As soon as Damon reached Bonnie's house he did a quick sweep of the outside, Silas knew where she lived, though he doubted Bonnie was stupid enough to invite him in. He wondered if her dad was home, but he saw no signs. Slowly, he took Bonnie out of the car and headed to the front. There was no porch so he carefully laid her on the grass, feeling a little disappointed he didn't have somewhere nice to put her. Hopefully she wouldn't be in too much pain when she woke up. Slowly, he lifted her shirt, just a little, just to make sure her wound wasn't that bad. He'd get her to drink some of his blood when she woke up. She'd be reluctant of course, but if she wanted to stay alive she would. He sat down next to her, not really caring how long it would be until she woke up, all that mattered was that he had her back, she was safe, and they could be together.

What felt like several long hours later, but according to his phone was only twenty, Bonnie started to stir, wincing in pain as she started to move a little. "Robin…" she mumbled out reaching her hand out to Damon who raised an eyebrow at her.

"No, I'm Batman, you're Robin, the absolutely pointless one" he teased as he moved over to her, his face inches from her as he gently put his hand on her side. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Tired…sore…" she said weakly as she moved her hand over Damon's. "I figured out it was Silas the moment he jokingly asked if I thought you were a good kisser" Bonnie said as Damon started stroking her cheek again, carefully listening to her, making sure her breathing was balanced.

"I think that's a perfectly good question" Damon replied as Bonnie let out a little pained chuckle and lightly slapped his arm. He liked this, he like how he could be his self around her.

"Normal Stefan would've been concerned about my well-being, about Jeremy and Elena, not his brother's silly indiscretions" she reminded him.

"I didn't think it was silly…" Damon told her as he leaned in to kiss her. It had been a while since he did this, and boy had he missed it. What he missed even more was Bonnie's response. "Hey, you need to drink some of my blood" he remembered, forcing himself to pull away.

"What? Why?" she asked.

"Elena stabbed you…" he said, slowly, feeling a little twig of anger.

"That was really Elena? I thought maybe Silas came back and—" Bonnie started but broke off as Damon shook his head. "I feel awful!" Bonnie said covering her face as Damon grabbed her wrists.

"No, it's okay, don't feel awful. Elena's humanity was turned off anyway so she did in spite of you," he said but rushed on before Bonnie could open her mouth. "Listen to me, I don't want you to have any internal bleeding so I need you to drink my blood" Damon repeated taking his pocket knife out of his pocket and cutting a line down his forearm. He watched Bonnie look on with a mix of horror and…interest. "Drink" he said holding his hand up to Bonnie.

"I…I can't, what if Silas finds me, he'll kill me not knowing and then I can't help him and then he'll kill everyone else and then—"

"Hey, hey, stop, relax" Damon said gently pushing her back down. "Let's just take it one step at a time. Drink up" he said as he moved his wounded arm close to her lips. Slowly, very slowly Bonnie let herself suck on Damon's arm. Damon clenched his jaw, Bonnie's lips anywhere on his body felt good but sucking his blood did something to him that was taking every ounce of will power to not take her back to his house and find a bed. "Take as much as you need Bon" he said quietly, his eyes dilating as Bonnie paused to take a breath, her lips dark red with his blood.

"Damon," she whispered as she blinked at him a few times.

"Yeah?" he said just as quietly.

"I've had enough" she said though by the sound of her voice he could tell she was just saying it, she didn't mean it, he could tell, he could see it in her eyes.

"Okay" he said anyway as he sat back, Bonnie instantly moving into his arms. It took him by surprise, but he was more than happy, this is what he wanted, what he had been waiting for.

"Once my spell started working I felt so weak I couldn't resist that poison he was pouring down my throat. And he then gave me some drug, in a needle. It burned like hell, but, nothing happened, I just got weaker, I didn't have the reaction he expected" Bonnie said, obviously rambling on any topic to get off the fact that she no doubt wanted more of Damon.

"Yeah, I know. That witch guy, Harold, he connected us," Damon explained as Bonnie looked up at him with surprise. "Don't worry, I was completely willing" he said unable to resist kissing her again.

"I want to feel guilty about this…" Bonnie whispered running a hand through Damon's hair.

"Don't" Damon whispered back as he pulled her in another lip lock, his hands unable to control themselves as they travelled around her body as her hands did the same. The combination of the heat and their breathing intoxicating him.

"Why are we outside?" she asked pulling away just as Damon's hands reached her bra strap.

"I'm a vampire?" he remaindered her with a grin as she shook her head and laughed.

"Well, while I'm still not feeling guilty how about you come in and help me bandage my wound" she said, her big green eyes staring at him seductively. He didn't need to be told twice. Within seconds they were inside. In Bonnie's room, on her bed, their clothes close to falling off as they resumed their heavy kissing, his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, tracing her collarbone.

"Bonnie, wait" Damon said as she went to kiss him again, her hands dangerously close to his belt. "I…" he paused, he could hear the nervousness in his voice, the tiniest sound of his voice shaking.

"It's okay, I know" Bonnie said but Damon shook his head.

"I love you" he said, his voice hoarse as the air became heavier, both of them yearning each other, their bodies tense and still. Damon wouldn't do anything unless she said it back. He needed to hear it. But she was just staring up at him. Her eyes still wide, her hands still on his waist, her lips still swollen from his deep passionate kissing. "Bonnie, say it…" Damon said as Bonnie moved her lips but nothing came out. "Please" he begged, a part of him—and not his body—feeling too exposed as he waited. He needed this, he needed her, everything Elena wasn't, Bonnie was. His equal, his better half, his balance, his true love. Hell, he just staked Elena for Bonnie, he left her for Silas to find, and he didn't once look back. If Bonnie couldn't see that, if she didn't know that was how much he loved her he wouldn't know what else he could do to prove it.

"Damon…" Bonnie started as Damon brought himself back to attention.