Chapter 25

The plan for New Year's had originally been much like the plans for the other holidays: a get-together of all the friends at a house where food, drinks and laughter would flow. The plans quickly dissolved after word of Bonnie's fight with Elena spread through the group like wildfire. There was a unanimous consensus that hanging out together would be too awkward and everyone splintered off to do their own thing. Caroline and Stefan took off for the mountains, most of the boys decided to hit up the local bars and get as drunk as vampires could, and Jeremy and Elena banded together in the brokenhearted Gilberts' club and left town without telling anyone where they were going.

All of that left Bonnie and Damon to spend time together, just the two of them, without fear of getting caught. They agreed to ring in the new year together at Bonnie's house, and while she waited for him to arrive, she ran around the house, trying to get ready. She'd tried her hand at a tray of pigs-in-a-blanket and after a little nibble of one, she determined that they were pretty good. She set out a small tray of fruits and cheeses that she'd picked up at the store, then she hurried upstairs and checked her hair and makeup. She knew it was kind of silly to be so nervous; after all, she and Damon had spent a lot of time together over the past several months and had been intimate in more ways than she could count.

Still, there was a flutter in her chest from knowing that they were together. For real. It was thrilling and nerve-racking and exciting all at once, and she needed Damon to show up before she freaked herself out. Luckily, the doorbell rang and she was forced to get out of her own head. She took a deep steadying breath, nodded at herself in the mirror, then went downstairs and opened the door. There stood Damon, looking all kinds of rebel bad boy hot in his leather jacket and jeans and devious smirk.

"Hi," he said. He held up a brown paper bag and wiggled his eyebrows. "I come bearing gifts."

Bonnie smirked and folded her arms. "Please tell me that you didn't bring bourbon to our couple's night in."

"I didn't bring bourbon to our couple's night in." He reached into the bag and produced a bottle of champagne. "Bubbly for the New Year. I think you owe me a kiss for assuming that I had no class."

She smirked, but leaned in and pecked his lips before pulling him inside.

"Smells good in here," he noted.

"I made food!" she said excitedly. "Well, snacks. New Year's Party type of stuff."

"Hmmm," he said as he followed her into the kitchen. She opened her arms and did a 'ta da' motion with her spread of food and he crept in behind her, resting his head on her shoulders. "Looks yummy. I'd like to put my pig in your blanket."

Bonnie tried to look annoyed but only succeeded in laughing.

"You're a pig."

"You love me."

"Against my better judgment."

Damon popped one of the tiny hot dogs in his mouth and hummed in approval. He put one in her mouth, too, and she nodded that it was good.

"Shall we carry this lovely banquet to the living room?" he asked.

"Let's."

She took the cheese and fruit, while he carried the pigs-in-a-blanket and champagne. The TV was already tuned to New Year's Rockin' Eve and Bonnie made them a little resting place on the floor, in the same spot where they had slept near the Christmas tree that was still plugged in and shining brightly. She spread a comfortable blanket down and propped up some pillows against the back of the couch, then she patted the space next to her.

"How's this?" she asked.

Damon smiled one of those genuine, almost-dimply smiles that she loved. "Perfect."

He took off his jacket, toed off his shoes and snuggled next to her, pulling her into his side so she could rest her head on his shoulder. He fed her, alternating between the little hot dogs and fruit and cheese, and after she'd eaten a good bit, he poured them both a glass of champagne.

"To you," he said.

"To you," she smiled, and they clinked glasses. They took sips, kissed, and she rested against him again. "So, tell me about your day."

"You mean the two hours of my day that we weren't together?" he teased. "Well, when I went to the store to buy our champagne, I saw Elena there."

Bonnie sat up straight and looked at him with surprise.

"You did? I thought she and Jeremy ran off somewhere."

"I guess they decided to stay local after all," he shrugged. "She was buying a bunch of vodka so they're probably planning to get shit-faced."

"Did you talk to her? Did she say anything?"

"I said 'hello' and she stared at me like fire might come from her eyeballs and kill me. It was kinda awkward."

Bonnie groaned. "I still feel bad, you know."

"I know. That's a sign that you're a good person. That's why I like you."

She cracked a smile and allowed him to pull her back to his body.

"Is that the only reason you like me?" she asked.

"That, and you're pretty hot."

She snickered and they spent the next half hour feeding each other, sipping champagne and watching the countdown. Damon repositioned them so that they were lying on their sides while he spooned her from behind. Bonnie was so comfortable nestled against his body and every now and then, she leaned back and kissed his neck. He looked so cute and smelled so incredible that for a moment, she was caught up in her feelings for him.

"I know I shouldn't tell you this," she started, and he raised an eyebrow in interest. "Your head is already big enough as it is."

"Now you really have to tell me."

"You remember the 60s dance at the high school?"

"The one where you wore that very revealing tight little dress? Yes."

"It wasn't revealing," she defended. "Anyway, after that night, I might have had a tiny crush on you."

Damon dramatically covered his heart and inhaled sharply. "Bonnie Bennett had a crush on me? I thought you hated me back then."

"I did, but that night, you were different, I guess. You were being playful and kind of..."

"Sexy?" he offered with wiggling eyebrows.

She laughed but didn't deny it. "Maybe."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was with Jeremy and you were busy being evil and scheming on Elena like a pervert." He nodded his head from side to side like that was true, and she snuggled back into his side. "Plus, even if all that wasn't true, you didn't notice me."

"I noticed you," he promised. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her head. "If I knew that you liked me back then, that night would have gone so differently."

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well, for one, I wouldn't have let Jeremy get involved. I would have taken you to the witch house myself and laid you down gently so your magic could do its work. While you couldn't hear me, I would have admitted how much I hated seeing you like that, even if you weren't really dead." He tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "And with nobody else there to see me, I would have taken the time to really look at you and see how insanely beautiful you are."

Bonnie gulped. His words were sweet but his tone was sultry and the look in his eyes sent a pulse of arousal through her. She turned completely to face him, with the front of her body pressed to his.

"And then what would you have done?" she asked quietly.

"Whatever you would have let me do," he whispered. He grabbed her hips and rubbed her against him and she licked her lips when she felt the bulge there. "Pretend we're back in that night. Let me show you everything I would have done to you."

She moaned when he nipped her earlobe. "You mean...like...role-play?" she asked.

"Mm hm. It'll be so hot," he said into her ear. "You want to?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He pulled away, much to her dismay, and he separated their bodies. "Pretend you're asleep," he instructed. "And when you open your eyes, we'll be in character."

Bonnie wanted to laugh. After all, something felt silly about being "in character" as themselves. But she was too turned on to laugh and too curious about how this would go down to disobey Damon's instructions. So she closed her eyes and tried to get into the mindset of herself in junior year of high school.

"Whenever you're ready," he said.

She took a few more seconds and when she opened her eyes again, Damon had scooted further away, eyeing her suspiciously like he would have at that point in their relationship.

"I was starting to think you'd never wake up, Judgey," he said.

She wondered if it said something about her that she was already wet.

"Did the plan work?" she asked.

"It worked. You'll probably need to hang out here for a little while to convince everyone that you're really dead."

"Okay."

She sat up but Damon held up his hand.

"You should take it easy. That spell seemed pretty powerful."

Bonnie arched an eyebrow. "That's twice in one night you've sounded like you care."

"Can't lose my witch, now can I?"

She smirked and he returned it.

"I should probably change clothes," she said.

"Why? I think that dress looks just fine."

"Be that as it may, I can't sleep in this."

"You could sleep in nothing," he suggested.

She cocked her head to the side. "Are you flirting with me?"

"Don't act so surprised."

"I am surprised."

"So I was the only one that felt something when we were dancing tonight?" he asked.

"It was just dancing, Damon," she said, rolling her eyes.

"See, I don't think so," he said. He sauntered closer to her and she leaned away from him until she was on her back again. He crawled on top of her like a lion on the hunt and when she tried to squirm away, he took possession of her arms and pinned them above her head.

"Damon," she breathed.

"I like the way you say my name," he growled. "It bet you sound so sexy when you come."

She bit her lip and tried to control the hurried beating of her heart. She wanted to stay in character but the situation was turning her on so much that she almost arched up and kissed him. She restrained herself, even when Damon's free hand traveled down her chest and landed in between her legs. His intense blue eyes bore into her as his nimble fingers slipped past her panties and glided between her drenched lips.

"Ooh, Bonnie," he grinned, "somebody's a bad girl. You want me." He brought one of her hands down to the front of his pants and she moaned when he caressed himself with her hand. "I want you, too."

"We shouldn't," she said but the rest of her words died on her lips when he latched onto her neck and sucked hard on her soft skin. She moaned and lifted her hips to rub against him. He thrusted against her and she broke her hands free and sank her fingers into his hair. She heard a ripping sound and looked down to see that Damon had torn her shirt off, revealing her lacy pink bra. He pulled away from her neck to kiss down her chest and he looked at her as he reached underneath her and unclasped the bra. He licked his lips when her chest was revealed to him.

"Am I the first one to see these beautiful breasts?" he asked, his voice full of lust.

Bonnie had almost forgotten about their little game. She nodded her head and Damon's eyes widened like he was at a buffet. He gently caressed her mounds and brushed his thumbs over her stiff nipples. She arched into his touch but shook her head.

"We should stop," she said in a husky voice that only added to her arousal.

"Should we?" He very slowly licked around her breast and she groaned. "Why would we do that? You taste so good." He tongued her nipple and then sucked it into his mouth and she cursed and whispered his name. He worked one side of her chest until she was moaning loudly, then switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment. His hand disappeared into her panties again and he slid one finger inside of her.

She gasped and he easily slid another digit into her and worked both of his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace. He kept her on the edge of an orgasm for what felt like several minutes before Bonnie forced his mouth on hers and she drove her tongue past his lips. He groaned and allowed her to roughly pull at his shirt. He broke away from her just long enough to discard the top and their mouths went right back to each other as she tore his belt off and used her hands and feet to get his jeans down as far as possible. Their kisses were heated and sloppy while he tried to take off all his clothes with minimal separation from her body. He pulled her panties down her legs and their eyes met in a hungry glare once they were both naked.

"I want you so much," he said, in between sucking her lips.

"Then take me," she begged.

He planted one hand beside her hand and used the other hand to line himself up at her entrance. He teased her for just a moment, then put both of them out of their misery when he slowly pushed inside of her.

"Yesss," she said. She pulled him as close to her as she could and wrapped her legs around his waist, taking all of him in. He hesitated in his movements, for his sake as much as hers, she knew. He felt so good inside of her, filling her up in the best way imaginable. They shared a few soft, wet kisses before he began a slow, easy rhythm that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Every thrust was like pure ecstasy and it didn't help that he was whispering in her ear how sexy she was, how good she felt, how much he had always wanted her and now he had her. She eventually coaxed him to go faster and harder and the sounds of New Year's Rockin' Eve faded into the background, drowned out by the moans and groans and sighs and screams coming from the two lovers on the floor. Damon again pinned Bonnie's hands above her head and interlaced their fingers, holding her prisoner while he had his way with her body.

"I'm so close," she said as her body wound tighter and tighter around him. "Bite me," she whispered.

He groaned. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, please," she pleaded.

He kissed her neck and nipped at her skin, but he didn't bite yet. He continued to work her fast and hard and deep until she was screaming and stuttering and right as she fell over the edge of orgasm, he bit her and the pleasure gripped her so hard that her magic went haywire. Their champagne flutes shattered, the lights flickered and went out, and just as the ball was dropping in New York, the TV screen cracked. Bonnie screamed and dug her nails into Damon's shoulders as he simultaneously fed from her and emptied himself inside her. He groaned until his voice was hoarse and his hips kept going until she was whimpering in his ear. He extracted himself from her neck but made no move to pull out. He rested his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath.

"Happy New Year," Damon said.

Bonnie chuckled giddily. "Happy New Year."