"Bonnie- I'm sorry about before." Damon stared down at her, his hands on either side of her arms, his body close to hers. "I was just being..." He let go of her and backed away. "me."

Bonnie kept her eyes on him as she nodded. She walked around him to the bottle of bourbon on the table. She didn't bother pouring some into a glass, she just turned it up straight, pouring a large amount into her mouth.

Damon's eyebrows rose. "I thought you didn't like it."

"Yeah well- I didn't like a lot of things that i like now." Her blood was swimming in alcohol at this point, she was starting to unravel.

Damon nodded slowly as he walked over to her, taking the bourbon bottle from her hand and taking a sip. "Yeah- that happens."

Damon could feel the twists in his stomach, the flutter in his heart as he looked down at Bonnie. She looked up at him through her lashes, her eyelids heavy.

Damon kept the bottle in his hand while he went to the dresser to find the top. Once it was in his hand Bonnie knew what he was about to do and lunged for him.

"Stop babysitting me Damon!" She shouted. "If i want to drink- I'll freaking drink damnit!" She reached for the bottle as Damon held it behind him and above her head. Her body pushed against his in earnest as she reached up for the bourbon.

"Bonnie- we may have to fight soon." Damon suppressed the smiled that threatened to come to his lips as Bonnie struggled against him.

He leaned his face down to hers. "I don't think we'll be very effective against the apocalypse brigade, if i am holding your hair back while you vomit on Klaus'shoes."

Bonnie could practically taste Damon's scent, his face just inches from hers. She saw his eyes flick down to her lips and she forgot how to breath for a moment.

Damon's eyes traveled back up to hers, swallowing back the action his body begged to take. He lifted his head back up as Bonnie pulled her body away from his.

She spoke through her teeth as he capped the bourbon. "Fine."

Damon turned around and did his best to bring himself back from the incredible high he had just felt with her body against his. He put the bourbon on the dresser and turned back around to face her, his body leaning against the dresser.

"that's a good girl."

Bonnie crossed her arms and glared at him. "Shut up Damon."

They just stared at each other for the next few moments.

Bonnie with her arms crossed, standing between the beds in the hotel room. Damon leaning against the dresser, both of his hands behind him.

Damon imagined closing the distance between them in two long stride and pushing his lips on to hers. He imagined picking her up and pulling her legs around his waist. He pictured her returning his kiss, squeezing her legs together around his hips, and pulling his face up to hers. He could see them falling into bed, their clothes off before the springs adjusted to their weight.

As soon as his mind traveled to what it would feel like to be with her, really with her, Damon forcibly shut his eyes and shook his head.

He knew that was something he couldn't do, not now at least. Even if he wasn't with Elena anymore, this is her best friend. This is a woman who had hated him for so long. Bonnie may have accepted him into her life as her friend now...but as her lover? Damon wasn't sure that was something she would want.

But there was something in the way she held his hand before. Something in the way she returned his gaze right now, Damon felt hope.

Bonnie noticed Damon's struggle as he cut their eye contact and she winced. She was so unsure of what was happening between them. She was hurt at the idea that her love was unreturned, but she was even more terrified that it was.

How could we do this?

Even if Damon and Elena broke up- she was still Elena's best friend.

Besides, there was still something Bonnie hadn't told Damon.

She had been waiting for the right time, but in this moment, the bourbon and her exhausted emotions made her unable to hide anymore.

She had only two things she wanted to say to Damon.

One of which was to tell him she was in love with him. It pulled at her so violently she had to focus on something else to keep herself from screaming it into his face.

So, it was option number two.

A different confession, her gift.

Bonnie looked down at the floor as she turned around and sat on the bed. She could still feel the looseness of her tongue as she spoke to Damon.

"Damon. I- I have to tell you something."

Damon hesitantly looked up at Bonnie.

He was terrified she would say something that would break his resolve to keep his distance from her tonight. He reminded himself that he would never want to disrespect Elena like that, or Bonnie. Not only was Bonnie clearly intoxicated, she was also too good a person for him to turn into the other woman.

He raised his eyebrows at her, signaling her to continue.

She looked down at her hands.

"I haven't told you this because...well because its big. And i know you and I know how major life changes can make you forget who you really are."

More than ever Damon wished he could read the mind of the beautiful witch before him. He needed to know where this conversation was going.

He needed to know if he should stop her.

He stayed silent though, a piece of him wanting to hear her confess her feelings for him.

Bonnie stood up then, putting her eyes on his.

"When i went to the island to get Qetsiyah's magic...its not the only thing i found there."

Damon blinked a few times, a wash of disappointment and confusion colored his face.

"Wait- what?" Damon tried to catch up to her train of thought.

"Think about it Damon. What was the reason we went to that island in the first place?"

Damon's mind began to race, Bonnie's words pulling every coherent thought from him.

Silas.

The map.

The cure.

Damon's eyes widened. His mouth fell open.

"Bonnie..." He whispered her name.

She nodded. "I got it Damon." She moved closer to him as he stood up from leaning on the dresser and took a step closer to her.

"I got the cure."

/

Caroline followed Stefan to the elevator.

"Stefan- we cant just leave them alone...do you know what's happening between them?"

SHe stopped behind him and crossed her arms.

Stefan sighed as he pressed the button to call the elevator.

"Yes, I mean. I know Damon's half." He put his hands in his pocket.

"ANd i know Bonnie's half." She studied her boyfriends face. "So..."

Stefan gave her a clueless look. "So...?"

"So tell me what Damon said Stefan!" Her voice came out slightly shrill and Stefan couldn't help but laugh for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Caroline...i don't know if that's-"

She interrupted him. "Stefan this is what a relationship is! You tell me about stuff and I tell you about stuff. This is the stuff." She huffed. "So tell!"

Stefan sighed again, letting out his frustration. "don't you think its unfair to Damon and Bonnie for us to be sharing their secrets?"

"No. I don't." Caroline glared at him. "I think that you and I shouldn't keep things from each other. that's what i think."

Stefan couldn't help but find her absolutely adorable as she bossed him around. He thought about it for another moment before realizing that she was probably right. He didn't want to keep anything from her anyway.

The elevator bell rang as it announced the approaching car.

"Damon has feelings for Bonnie." Stefan finally confessed.

"Ugh. I knew it." She walked into the elevator just as the doors opened. "Bonnie so doesn't need this."

Stefan followed her inside. "So does that mean Bonnie has feelings for him too?"

Caroline glared at him. "Yes." She kept her arms crossed tightly across her chest as she stuck out her hip. She noticed the pleased expression Stefan got on his face and she groaned again. "No Stefan stop. This is not a good thing."

"How do you know Caroline?" The elevator door closed behind him as Stefan walked closer to her. "How do you know those two wont make each other happy."

"Because it's Damon. He cant even make himself happy...and what about Elena?"

"I guess we will have to see." He stepped closer to her again. "But Caroline- don't be so quick to judge this...you don't really know what they have."

He kept moving towards her, pushing her against the elevator wall with his body.

"Stefan-" She sighed his name as she tried to argue.

"Caroline." He gave her a look that reminded her she couldn't control everything.

Stefan brought his hands to her hips as he pushed against her.

" Seriously Stefan, I don't think we should encourage this...there's no way he is good for her."

She put her arms around his neck, even as she continued to argue.

"I don't think you can know that." He brought his lips to her cheek, letting them trail over to her ear before whispering. " I also don't think its up to you."

She rolled her eyes but pulled him even closer to her.

"Stefan..." She lengthened his name, complaining and begging at the same time.

"Caroline." He whispered her name against her lips, his eyes full of fire.

Stefan pulled back slightly, but brought his hands up to the hem of Caroline's shirt. He tucked his fingers under and up, letting them travel across her stomach.

Caroline felt herself begin to tingle down below as he felt her. Her breath quickened and her heart began to pound.

Stefan brought his lips back to her ear, and spoke softly. "don't you think there are better ways to spend our time," He kissed down her cheek working his way down to her neck, "than arguing about Damon." His lips brushed against her jaw.

Caroline wanted to fight. She wanted to tell him why she was so worried about Bonnie and Damon getting involved. She wanted to convince Stefan to help her stop them.

But right now all she could do was sigh as Stefan moved his hands down to her thighs, wrapping around to cup the lower half of her butt. He brought his lips to her neck, trailing kisses across and up, willing her to surrender to him.

He brought his tongue to her lips and traced them lightly, and it sent Caroline over the edge. She pushed against him, throwing him against the opposite wall as she pressed the lobby floor button on the elevator. She waited for it to begin to move before pulling the stop button.

The elevator lurched to a stop as she quickly pushed her body against Stefan's. Her mouth on his, their tongues wrestling fiercely. Stefan brought his hands to her jeans and unbuttoned them aggressively before pulling them down.

Caroline didn't hesitate to pull down Stefan's pants too, eager to release the bulge that dug into her. They kissed passionately, their mouths moved in perfect synchronization as their hands stroked one another.

Stefan whipped around quickly, lifting Caroline up and slamming her against the wall before bringing their bodies together completely. They moved quickly, their desire for one another overcoming every other thought or emotion.

Caroline could feel Stefan's heavy breathing on her neck as she reached the top. His body pushed into hers hard and fast, and she cried out in pleasure as she begged him never to stop. Stefan climaxed moments after Caroline, his mouth finding hers before his release.

He kissed her softly then. He let his lips stay gently on hers as they both came down from their high.

"You were right...that was way better than talking about Damon." Caroline whispered against his lips, her breathing still heavy.

Stefan laughed. "i'm glad you feel that way."

Stefan felt his phone vibrating against his calf in his jeans pocket.

Caroline groaned as Stefan let her down gently.

She pulled up her pants as Stefan did the same. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it, balancing it against his shoulder as he zipped and buttoned his pants.

"Hey." He hoped his voice didn't sound as breathless as he thought it did.

"Uh- hey, are you okay?" Elena asked.

He snickered slightly as Caroline laughed behind her hand. "Yeah. what's up. Are you here?"

"Yes. But..." Elena trailed off.

"What?"

"Well...the teleporter is dead." Elena paused, Stefan could tell she was holding something back.

"Elena. Tell me."

"Its your mom, she's hurt...its bad Stefan."

Caroline gasped as she heard the news through the phone. She put her hand on Stefan's arm, supporting him.

"Well then heal her Elena!" Stefan shouted into the phone.

"I tried!" Elena yelled back before lowering her voice again. "Stefan, she wont let me."