*I own nothing but this little tale that was inspired by Gidget but took a startling left somewhere around ch.10 lol. Anywho characters belong to the Black Plague and company*
A/N: Its been entirely too long guys and I apologized between a lack of muse and being a lazy bish this took forever lol. Hopefully I can get the next part up soon I wanted to add more, but my brain was on overload and I figured this was enough. It is a filler tho which I hate because I'm ready to get to the action lol but enjoy xoxox
II: The Heart Wants What It Wants..
It wasn't like she planned it...
She hadnt come across the pond in search of an epic whirlwind romance, or to fall in love. Like really how cliche would that be? Nope, it was simply one of those chance encounters that happened upon her when she stepped off the plane and onto rich Paris soil. At least that was the story she fed herself over the last month and a half. She didn't want to think about their mutual friends back home and what they would think. She didn't want to think about his previous infatuation with her best friend; or her on again off again status with her other half. She just wanted to be in this moment as long as she could before the wonders of reality crept back in.
A smile twitched her lips at the feeling of brawny arms wrapping around her waist. His head found the crook of her neck as her hands covered his. The silence wasn't deafening, but the purest of sweet solace. Somehow he knew what she was thinking without her even voicing it. Knew her deepest desires and her darkest fears with just a simple gaze from observant sky blue eyes that mirrored her own.
This was becoming there thing she surmised. Her sneaking away from her class at the first sign of sundown; and him coincidently being there with some lame excuse about being in the neighborhood. Both knowing they came on a chance to see each other, promising that it would be the last time. In some twisted way what they were doing was wrong. He was kind of attached and deep down she knew her heart was back in the states; but for now they wouldn't worry. Instead they would bask under an envelope of stars. She'd act impressed at his knowledge of the constellations like he hadn't told her the names every star for the past forty nights. He'd answer all of her questions like he hadn't answered them every time before.
It would end with his proposal of her staying the rest of the summer and her barely declining. They'd face each other, her hand reaching out to caress his face. A soft smile would cover her face as his eyes closed at her touch. They would open again in longing and just as their lips would touch she'd be doused with the chill of reality, and run away.
They say Paris is the city of love she thought on her trek back to the campus. Her tenure in the beautiful city did not disappoint.
It had barely been two weeks and she was already missing him...
Bonnie laid lazily across her canopy bed staring at the starry ceiling her mother painted for her as a child. Her room went through more transformations than she could count, but through it all the ceiling remained untouched. Her dad never asked to paint over it and she never suggested it; what was understood never needed to be spoken between the two. The statement was a staple in almost every aspect of their relationship. It was good and bad to be honest, because she could count on one hand how many times her father actually said the words "I love you." He always assumed that she knew...sometimes she didn't.
She glanced at her cell for the eighth time in two minutes looking for a call that never came and a text that was never written. She wasn't good at standoffs or holding grudges against people she loved, and the alienation her boyfriend was subjecting her to was cruel. The silent treatment he was giving her was totally unwarranted and she refused to cave no matter how much he wanted her to. She would not coddle him or give in to his temper tantrum. He was a grown ass man and she expected him to act as such.
Still her fingers glided across the screen painting a hostile text message to her paramour; only to delete it in the end. She would go on her senior trip and enjoy every last minute of it. To make her choose between him and her duty as senior class president knowing how much the title and school meant to her was selfish. Damon had plenty of good qualities after you dug through the less than savory ones selfishness and entitlement being the main ones.
Her father picked that moment to bumrush her room with a couple of suspicious looking duffle bags. Bonnie didn't know if she was more surpised that he was home early or more mad he forgone knocking. Either way he was just in time for the drive to Florida, yes he made it his duty to be one of the three parents chaperoning to her chargrin.
"Yes..." she said with raised brows. "Can I help you?"
His eyes took a quick sweep of the room and determined that there was no intruder on the premises. "How about a 'hi dad glad you're home.'" he retorted giving her a stern eye.
"If you hadn't barged into my room like some madman then you would have got it." she smiled tartly. " Stand down soldier nobody 's here but me as you see."
If he felt stupid he'd never admit it. Robert Bennett should have been part of the great debators with his ability to argue you down whether he was wrong or right. It was no doubt he picked the right profession, he probably could have got O.J. Simpson off faster than good ole Johhny and that said something. Nevertheless, he wouldn't apologize for his pop up visits so she didnt bother waiting for one.
Robert's pale blues went heavenward momentarily before finding his babygirl's leaf greens. If she hadn't broken the rules then he wouldn't be so on edge. He had been aware of the chaos, tomfoolery, and declarations of being nearly grown were bound to pop up sooner or later. He just never expected it to happen with Bonnie. She was never a disobedient child always choosing the straight and narrow. Always gunning for his approval and to be the apple of his eye. Never teetering on the edge for fear of ending up in bad situations; yet here they were in a bad situation. All trust he had in her crumbled like a Chips A'Hoy cookie and he found himself rushing home from work just to make sure she wasn't up to no good.
Ever since that fateful day where he seen entirely more than he should have it was hard to scrape it out. Catching her doing things that only grown folks do tarnished the image he had of her causing him tonot look at her the same. He had lost allthe sanity he had left that night and never quite got it back. He could still see himself running crazily with a shotgun after Damon's lily white ass. A frantic Bonnie chasing after the both of them, he was surprised the neighbors hadn't alerted the police from all the ruckos going on and their quiet environment. Needles to say the boy has been put under a ban for eternity from his premises. He blamed himself for even somewhat okaying the relationship.
For that he'd blame Sheila. That damned woman never knew when to butt out of his business.
In hindsight he watched enough teen dramas and movies to know that putting bans on teens only made them want the person more. So, to avoid dramatics he did what any good parent would do. He called in an appointment with their family doctor and started her on birth control. To further his duty he enrolled her in the sex education class at the local Planned Parenthood clinic to her sheer horror. If that wasn't enough to scare her away from sex than the Depo birth control shot was sure to do the job. One thing was for sure he refused to have her go down the same path he and Abby suffered through being unprepared young parents.
He wanted more for her and he would make sure she got it.
Relaxing his shoulders he sighed. "You'll be happy to know that I have to pull out of our little trip." he grumbled twisting a foot in her carpet noting the fact it needed a good vacuuming.
The grin that broke across Bonnie's face was nothing short of manic. When his eyes caught her jovial expression she tempered it into a line. "And what caused this change of events?"
He scoffed at her foe concern knowing she was jumping up in glee inside. He had every intention of crashing her senior trip, but lucky for her his big case in D.C. had been pushed up to this week. If it wasn't for Grams he would have said to hell with the case, but his career would benefit tremendously from this win. Because it would be a win.
"My case got pushed up to Thursday and I have to be there." he informed.
The ping of hurt that shot her side she'd write off as gas later. It still amzed her that no matter what she did, good or bad it was never enough to keep her father's attention. That for him work would always come first, his ambitions would always trump anything she did. Slowly she was beginning to see that not everything her mother said was an exaggeration. Deciding not to dwell she sat up straighter all in all this worked out great for her. Because really who wanted their dad on the most epic event of their high school lives? Exactly.
"Well that's too bad." she deduced holding in another squeal.
She was set for departure tomorrow at noon and she would be leaving all of her problems at this door. The trip for a week long adventure in the sunny city of Panama Beach was long overdue; and now she wouldn't have to worry about her paradoxical father hovering over her shoulder. How did that stalker song of the 90s go? Every step you take, every move you make i'll be watching you? Yeah nobody had time for that.
"Promise me you won't get down there and act like one of those fast girls from Girls Gone Wild." Robert's voice boomed like thunder.
Bonnie squinted suspiciously. "And how do you know about Girls Gone Wild young man?"
The amusement dancing in her jade eyes caused his tanned cheeks to glow ruby red, but his gaze never faltered. "Behave like the young lady I brought you up to be or I'll be forced to reaccept my invitation as chaperone." he smiled flicking her nose.
"Dad I promise I'll be on my best behavior. I know you're still upset with me about...you know, but I'm sorry and it'll never happen again." Their gaze broke momentarily when she spoke the next words. "But i love him dad and he loves-"
At his raised hand she pressed her lips together and prepared for another long winded speech from her father. "I know I'm not your mother and I'm not always the most sensitive, but you could have told me you were thinking about those things."
"But dad-"
"I'm talking." he asserted. "I want better for you Bonnie. I want you to enjoy your college years, have fun, and graduate. I want you to be settled into a career and married after. I don't want you getting caught up because of puppy love or things you think you feel because of raging teenage hormones. I have to go if I'm gonna catch my red eye I just wanted to check up on you. "
She nodded still reeling from the words he hadn't said.
"Be better than us Bonnie." he whispered lowly closing her door shut.
Silence was never solitude to him always a welcomed beacon of light...
Stefan's bedroom door closed with a soft thump. Pressing his weight firmly against the dark oak door he exhaled. In the two weeks that he'd been home this was the first time he actually had time to breathe. Everything had been hectic from the day he stepped outside of Brookhaven. From welcome back parties, to community service, to various loved ones not giving him an ounce of privacy.
Sometimes he wanted to check himself back in just for the peace and serenity Brookhaven encompassed. Not that he felt like he was on the brink of relapse; if anything he felt more on the brink of death from being suffocated beyond belief. With the exception of his niece Sadie and Damon everyone treated him like a mental case that would crack at any given moment and he was sick of it. He knew they were only trying to help and were justified in their thinking, but the constant watching was annoying as hell. He was never alone for more than 15 minutes at a time, hell he could barely go to the bathroom without a chaperon.
There were no words to express how thankful he was that after weeks of hesitation Elena decided to go on her senior trip. Stefan nearly clicked his heels when she'd told him during one of their scheduled lunches a few days ago. Sure, he felt bad for the guilt trip he laid on her about abandoning Bonnie right after Caroline informed her that she was spending an extra two weeks in Paris; but she needed the little push to go out and live her life. Moments like prom and senior trips were once in a lifetime and he didn't want to be the cause of her missing it. He loved the girl to pieces, but she was extremely high on his smothering list only second to his mother.
Hearing footsteps draw closer to his bedroom he groaned. According to his watch it hadn't been a good ten minutes, and dammit he wanted those extra five. Maybe if he pretended to be sleep she'd go away. Opening his eyes he scratched that plan she would probably assume he overdosed again. Facing the door he prepared to take his intrusion like a man and waited.
"Stefan?"
"Yes mama." he tried to sound cheery but the voice felt flat even to his ears.
Carmela put her head against the door her palm repeating the motion. She knew she was overdoing it, but she couldn't help it. Every time she tried to give him a minute the image of his lifeless body would flash through her mind and before she knew it she'd be at his door. She didn't know how to turn it off. How to get her guards down and let him readjust on his own. Giving her children too much freedom was probably why they were all screwed up now. Being so sheltered as a child herself she swore she wouldn't force that on her children. Promised to never stifle their creativity and always let them be free; but that seemed to do more harm than good.
Her oldest had a baby out of wedlock, her middle was hot-headed and entitled, and her youngest was lost and pressured. Though there was no reason to beat herself up about it she did frequently. She did the best she could but sometimes your best just wasn't enough now all she could do was pray.
"I know I'm getting on your nerves bambino, but I just wanted to let you know I'm getting ready to catch my flight." she began.
The bit of news definitely got his ears perked. If Carmela left that meant he'd have the house to himself for a whole hour and a half before Giuseppe got home. To his dismay his father had been working alot from his home office. The only reason he was gone now was because there was a rare diamond he had to discern in a neighboring county.
"Oh yeah?" Stefan feigned innocence.
"Yes." She giggled softly. "So I was wondering if you could drop me off at the airport. I'd hate to leave my car there and-"
Stefan snorted finally tugging the door open to reveal the small woman on the otherside. He knew what she was trying to do and he wasn't going for it. She'd left her car at the airport more times than he could count. She may have been influential and intelligent, but slick she was not. The airport was a 30-45 minute drive each way depending on traffic virtually leaving him no time for himself. If she genuinely wanted his company he'd do it in a heartbeat, but this wasn't the case. Carmela wanted him supervised at all times because the trust they once had between them was gone.
He had been staring at her this whole time and she had the nerve to look bashful. "Mom just admit that you don't trust me to be here alone." he spoke calmly." I mean I won't lie and say it doesn't hurt because it does, but i understand."
"Stefano." she took his hands into hers. "Its not that. I trust that you're doing everything in your power to continue on this road to recovery I just worry okay. We aren't perfect things happen."
"You guys are suffocating me." he broke losing his composure. "I can't even wipe my fucking ass without a babysitter."
"Stefan!" she brassed in shock. She could count on one hand the number of times he lost his temper, and it was never directed towards her or Giuseppe.
This was new grounds for them.
Flustered Stefan ran a hand down his face. "I'm sorry mama. I hate that you guys are tip-toeing around me like I'm gonna shatter into a million pieces. I'm fine and if I'm not I'll go back. But this, this isn't helping me it's hindering me. When school starts are you guys gonna take turns sitting in my lectures with me and walking me to class?" he brazened.
"Don't be ridiculous Stefan."
When the words left her mouth she realized how real of a possibility that ridiculous statement could be. They were all going through crazy schedule and life changes just to be here and watch Stefan. He was right what they were doing wasn't helping.
"Fine, consider this your breathing room." Carmela announced taking a figuritive and literal step back. "I'll call you guys when I land." kissing his cheek she mouthed "I love you."
"I love you too." he beamed in victory. "Don't worry so much and have fun everything will be fine." he assured.
"Yeah you just behave yourself and see if you can get a hold of your brother." she said in her wake. "He's been M.I.A and I don't like it."
"Got ya."
Closing his door once again he walked to his bed with a pep in his step. Now things could hopefully get back to normal. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the figure perched on his bed.
"Katherine?"
"Hey babe its me...again. I was just calling to let you know I'm in Panama." he heard his little bird sing. A smirk tickled his lips without his permission. "Damon." she sighed the previous excitement in her voice subsided. "Its been two weeks can you stop being petty and answer the damn phone?" the line went silent as if she were waiting to hear his voice. "Fine keep being the childish, you self entitled-"
"Hey!" Damon barked turning furied eyes on his agent/publicist/ whatever hell else she decided to call herself these days.
He stared at the offender pensively. She was dressed in a tight midnight blue pencil skirt, a white chiffon top completing the ensemble. Her glacial eyes were filled with mirth as she twirled a fiery red lock around her finger. A chuckled passed through red matted lips at whatever Bonnie was saying. Deciding she was bored with the dramas of his life she focused her sight back on him.
"You've been gone from the set for over 10 mins now and the director is getting impatient. There's only so many times I can say you have diarrhea Damon." the fiery ginger smirked. "I thought I hid this from you this morning anyway."
"Exactly, you thought." He answered smugly grabbing the phone. "I can't go another day without calling home my mother worries."
"Your mother or the little one currently tearing you a new one." she countered folding her arms.
To that the current Mr. December of the Sports Illustrated calendar (for the women) shrugged. "Oh that? She's just whispering sweet nothings to me." he bumped the woman's shoulder. "Its how we show our love."
"Whatever just get back in there so we can get that drink you owe me." she reminded him.
That will teach him to bet on a football game with her, had he not heard of the luck of the Irish?
"Yea, yea rub it in." he mused with a wink sauntering back towards the set. "Oh and Genny-"
"Genevieve." she corrected narrowing her eye.
"Right, Gen." he smiled basking in her annoyance. "Stop touching my shit."
Rolling her eyes she checked the time and groaned. The jackass whined about an earlier flight back to the states, and he was the one prolonging the process. As if she wanted to be stuck in a country that was paused in winter. She had two other clients she had to assist though Damon was her cash cow.
Genevieve Murray was fairly new to this side of business coming from being a model herself; but she was a relentless talent manager who was quickly gaining recognition. Especially since she took on the elusive Damon Salvatore. Honestly, he may have been the reason her own popularity had soared. After a bidding war within the industry she was the one he chose and they'd been the Bonnie and Clyde of the modeling world ever since. Ironically, Damon was one of her worst clients. Profitable? Yes, but she could only dampen his reputation as being a diva and difficult for so long. He had so much potential to be the next Tyson Beckford or Channing Tatum, but he would be the one to either claim it or maim it. She needed him to be on his P's and Q's not only for his reputation but for hers. She put alot on the line for him so she needed him to be readily available. He was going to be the success of the career, and there was no time for distractions. She'd been holding her tongue but she could see now this Bonnie girl was going to be a problem.
One she was determined to solve.
Fifteen minutes later Damon was seated in a cab next to Genevieve in thought. He was being petty; there was no doubt about that. Sure, he had back to back appearances on top of having to do another Sports Illustrated interview, therefore technically it wasn't his fault. Yep, that was his story and he was sticking to it. Plus he'd tried calling Bonnie after the shoot but now she wasn't answering so the situation was out of his hands. The taxi stopped in front of the airport prompting the pair to make a move towards the trunk to retrieve their belongings.
He'd have basically two days to sleep in his own bed before he'd have to be back on a jet to California. Days like this reminded him why he quit modeling in the first place. He hated flying and life as a jetsetter was lonely and also drenched him in temptations that he didn't need nor want. He was already going on his fourth month without any sexual contact and the skyping wasn't doing anything but pissing him off. He needed skin to skin touching, pressure pounding, soul shaking sex, and he needed it with Bonnie asap. Thinking about Rome and all the happy couples that were set to be around made him more angry that Bonnie declined to come. They could be one of those stupid lovey-dovey couples if she wasn't so stubborn.
Initially it shocked Damon when she refused his invitation. In his experience a girl would jump at an opportunity like that, but his bambina was sticking to her guns. A trait he usually admired in her, but now that he was on the other end of it he realized he could do without. The fact her father's words of her being able to enjoy her golden years, and being able to be a teen were in cinstant rotation in his psyche didn't help matters. There were plenty times where his conscience would takeover and he'd toy with the idea of stepping back and letting her go. Only problem with that was he was too selfish to go through with it. Her first year of college was getting closer and closer adding tohis dread. College was when you came into your own and find yourself; the experience could either make or break their relationship. There was no more sewing of wild oats or living life as the most eligible bachelor for him, but for Bonnie he was all she knew. It was the main thing he loved about their relationship. He finally had someone that was all his now he just hoped it would stay that way.
That's probably why he was pushing the issue of her moving in with him so hard. He wanted to spend every minute with her, that way he didn't have to worry about oversexualized guys trying to get at her. Damon's eyes glanced to the board of upcoming flights he'd have to board his connector soon.
A voice took over the imtercom letting him know it was time to get to the gate. Stuffing his phone into his pocket he followed Genevieve who'd been chatting away on her cell about two more appearances she booked for when they landed in Italy. At this point he wanted to flip a bird on the whole thing and just go get his girl.
And at that moment he figured he'd do just that.
"Don't panic." Katherine rasped holding her hands in surrender. "I just wanted to see you and make sure you're okay."
As much as he wanted to scream and yell at his one time love he didn't. It wasn't her fault that he was in the position he was in it was his; and no matter how many people thought otherwise it was the truth. Still the glare he fixed her with remained on his face.
"You shouldn't be here Katherine." he warned looking out the window. "How did you even get in here? Never mind don't answer that." he retracted. "Just leave."
"Stefan I can take it if everyone else hates me, but not you. Even after.." her voice broke. "Even after all I've done to you, you never turned your back on me please don't do it now."
There were tears in her eyes now which alarmed him because Katherine Pierce never cried. Maybe in laughter at someone else's suspense but that was beside the point. Taking a tentative seat next to her on the bed he exhaled hoping he wouldn't regret letting his guard down. "What is it that has you so shaken?" he laughed nervously feeling like whatever it was had to serious if her stiff contenance gave way to anything.
"I..." she began twisting her fingers then stopping in thought. "Something happened while you were away..."
"Okay..."
"The night of the bonfire I was in denial about it, didn't want to believe it because it was just one night. One stupid night that was awesome." she rambled. "But stupid because you're in love with Eloise.." Stefan may have snickered. "...now and I'm with who I've always should of been with Elijah. No offense."
"None taken" he remarked still not following anything she was saying.
"And things had been going so great and then it got to a point where i couldn't hide it, or do anything else and it just came out. I just had it and I don't know what to do I can't tell Elijah and my parents will be back from vacation soon and they can't know. I know you're still recovering, but I need you Stefan. I tried to do it alone, but I need you it woudn't be right if you didn't know."
His forehead was doing the brooding thing that Damon and Mia always made fun of, but he was failing in connecting the dots she was laying out. "Katherine slow down and just tell me what the hell you're talking about. What happened?"
"Nadia." she breathed out taking his hand."
"Nadia?" he repeated dumbly following her to his closet. "Who is Nadia?"
Katherine had dropped his person and slinked back into his closet where she came from. When she darted back out there was something in her arms wrapped up in a blanket. His heart dropped to his feet and his breath hitched painfully in his throat. He kept praying that it was a cute little teacup chihuahua under the canary yellow blanket, but when he seen an olive little hand pop from underneath his hopes were dashed.
Suddenly he was transported back nine months and two weeks to the day, and Katherine's mangled tale was starting to fall into place. In one of his high lust filled states he thought Katherine was Elena and went to town. If he were honest with himself once he'd started kissing her he realized it wasn't but was too far gone to care. They vowed never to mention the indiscretionbut looking at the beautiful baby girl in her arms with her caramel curls and big brown eyes the skeletons were literally coming out of his closet.
"No." he croaked shaking his head.
"Stefan."
"No, don't say it." he nearly pleaded shoving his hands into his hair.
If she said it then it would be real and this couldn't be real. Every step he took away from her she was following to clear the distance.
"This is Nadia Sarah Pierce Salvatore." she announced. "Your daughter."
"Dammit I told you not to say it!" he stammered before dropping to the floor.
She wanted to say she was having the time of her life, but she wasn't. Judging by the frown on Elena's face she'd say that she wasn't either. Sighing she sipped more of the margarita the persistent guy in the corner booth kept sending her. He was handsome with dark short hair, slightly tanned skin, and a killer smile but he wasn't Damon. So much for not bringing sand to the beach she thought forgoing the straw and just throwing it back.
God she hated how much she missed him.
"Hey take it easy Bon." Elena laughed sipping a drink of her own.
They were in the hottest club in PBC and not even the hottest guys could stray their thoughts away from their boyfriends. Elena had been adamant on having a good time so Stefan's selflessness wouldn't be in vain; but after hour two the facade fell and she found herself next to Bonnie holding up the bar. Out of all of them Rebekah was the one truly living it up.
Looking over her shoulders she spotted the jazzy blonde doing a body shot off one of the waiters. He's be fired by the end of the night she snorted sucking her lemon.
"Should would get her?" she asked the brunette next to her.
Elena trailed her eyes to where Rebekah now stood on the stage doing her own version of the Cameron Diaz dance. Curling her nose she shook her head. "Nah, I say lets join her."
Surprise was evident on Bonnie's face. "Are you serious?"
"As a heart attack." she smiled tugging Bonnie off the stole. "We've sulked long enough especially you, and the guy in the corner has been eyeing you all night might as well give him a show little bird." she winked.
The nickname nearly gave her an adverse effect but she soldiered on deciding to be a team player. She would stick to her word and have fun. She'd have plenty of time to sulk later on the ride home. At the last minute she whipped around instead going to her number one fan of the night.
His face beamed when he realized she really was coming his way. Straightening his posture and clearing his voice he stood from his table. "Well hello there." he greeted showing teeth.
"Hi." she peeped. "I thought I'd come over and introduce myself I'm Bonnie." she came over strictly on liquid courage and it was slowly leaking out of her the longer he stared at her with those deep dark eyes. "You've been sending me drinks all night and now that I'm right in front of you it seems that a cat's got your tongue."
Not the cat he wanted he surmised instinctively licking his lips. His eyes traveled down the short length of her body in appreciation of the little red number she donned. It was modest yet showed just enough to give thoughts that would make Satan blush. The peak of cleavage the heart shaped bodice showed had his body temperature rising.
"Kai." re stated simply.
"Kai? Is that short for something?"
"Only a name a mother could love trust me." he deflected taking her hand. "Dance with me."
They were moving to the beat faster than she could reply and her back was to him as they swayed. "You're very forward." she commented feeling the three drinks she'd downed.
"Like you said I've been sending you drinks this whole night. That alone should tell you I go for what I want."
His words should have sent her running instead she found herself intrigued. "Oh? And what is it that you want?" she questioned curiously.
Before he could answer she was being yanked away by a drunk Rebekah. "This place is busted we're off to catch the after party." she drawled nearly dragging her as she struggled to keep up.
Bonnie glanced behind her seeing her new friend Kai following behind them. They were out of the club and tailgating the rest of the party to the next destination when a familiar pressed face came into view.
"Damon?"
It seemed like the whole crowd stopped walking when she did, but she didn't care. "Damon?" she voiced again this time meeting him halfway into an embrace. "What are you doing here?"
He held her tightly to him in haling her scent it had been too long since she'd been in his arms. He seen Rebekah and Elena staring at him along with some guy he didn't know.
"Is Stefan alright?" Elena immediately asked.
"I didn't have a chance to stop by, but I'm sure he's fine Elena." he blinked to stop his eyes from rolling.
Taking Bonnie's hand he led her towards the beach away from the group. Genevieve had been pissed when he told her he wasn't going to Rome. After calling him asshole in every language imaginable she hung up in his face; later texting she handled it. To drive to Florida from Virginia after a six hour flight was suicide, but love made him do crazy things. He would literally cross an ocean just to get to her in the end.
"I thought I'd surprised you, but you're a hard person to find." he smiled kissing her nose.
"I'm mad at you." she sighed leaning into him.
He laughed as she leaned on him for support from the sky high wedges that adorned her feet. "Are you drunk Bennett?"
She paused to put up the "okay" sign. "Lil bit." she chuckled before leaning into him once again.
"I'm sorry for being a mitch." he pouted while she laughed.
They stopped walking once they reached an obscured part of the beach; just a few yards short of the water. Bonnie moved so her back was to his front and automatically his arms draped over her shoulders and they swayed slowly to a melody only they could hear. This felt right, flirting with Kai was entertaining, but Damon was her home.
"I've missed you bambina." he breathed into the shell of her ear.
Heat shot through her core and she swallowed turning to face him with lust filled eyes. "What are you gonna do about it?" she teased.
His gaze was smoldering as he dipped his head to lavish her neck with kisses. He lifted her onto his frame as their mouths melded together furiously in a passionate kiss that had them tumbling back into the sand. Clothes were being thrown every which way as their excitement continued on. The warm summer breeze causing them to be peppered with sweat at each movement. A smiled graced her lips as she bent over to ravish his lips once more sliding to reach the part of him that fit with her.
Damon flipped their positions so fast it caused her mind to whirl. "Tell me this is real." she breathed as he kissed down her body.
"Its real." he murmured into her bosom.
Bonnie laced her fingers through his thick mane pulling him to face her. "Tell me this is forever."
"Forever isn't long enough." he breathed against her lips.
There eyes lingered a moment longer before he continued the task at hand. His fingers marching to tickle her ivories in the darkness. It was amazing how he could find every nook and cranny in the darkness. Her head fell back at the heat of his breath against her warmth and she was drifting. Drifting into that mushy, safe place that she traveled to whenever she was in his arms.
He closed his eyes the moment they connected and moved painstakingly slow. They were breathing in unison, floating on a wave of ecstasy that was long overdue. Fingers entangled and bodies enraptured as they made love underneath the stars.
If you reading this that mean you made it yay lol. Sorry if the chap was a lil boring and all over the place im still tryna get my mojo back. Nevertheless I think it kinda picked up in the end. Hopefully I can have another update up soon because I know you guys wanted a real lemon but there's one next chapter so don't curse me too bad. Thanks for reading! Next chapter the girls are moving into Jenna's..well most of them and whats gonna happen with Stefan. Yes, I gave the baby four names to match Katherine's haha.I kinda melded sarah Salvatore and nadia petrova lol. Okay im gonna stop talking now bye tell me what ya think good and bad idc