Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW.

Summary: Is it possible to attract chaos? Bonnie and Damon think so.

A/N: Hello again, it's me. :) And I bring with me another update...with Mature elements. I hope that everyone enjoys it and thank you for all previous reviews. Also I can't believe that I have nearly 40 parts to this, I seriously want to see can I reach 100 now. And to anyone who is just tuning in and has made it this far, I'm sorry lol. I know it's a lot to read/get caught up on.

Attracting Chaos

Mystic Falls was a small town with rolling fields and an endless supply of looming trees that gave way to rivers and lakes. It was the type of place that you'd see on television and think about how nice it would be to live there because naturally nothing bad ever happened in a community so small. While you would be one hundred percent wrong on that point, it was still a relatively quiet area and especially beautiful in spring, fall and winter when the flowers bloomed or the leaves turned or the snow fell. The best thing however were the areas where you could disappear for a little while to reflect or whatever you were into.

Which is what brought Bonnie to being in the backseat of Damon's car on some dusty road people hardly ever traveled, naked and rolling her hips on his equally naked lap. It was a tight fit probably in more ways than one, but there was just something very erotic about the sight of Damon under her, his hands smoothing across her thighs and his head pressing back into the jacket he was using as a pillow. She loved the cramped feeling for some reason; the pull of her muscles that she would experience later when they were done a reminder of their time together.

Not to mention out here she could be as vocal as she wanted as long as her powers didn't explode his windshield.

Introducing sex to their relationship made her feel closer to him than ever before which was both wonderful and terrifying. Damon was still Damon and while she loved and trusted him, sometimes she felt as if she still didn't know him. He was so old and he knew how to twist himself into different creatures in a way. He had many different faces and while she could spot each one, she often wondered if there were more she hadn't seen yet. Though currently the visage she saw most was him trying to seduce her at every available turn.

Damon wasn't starved for affection but he seemed to never really get enough of her and that she loved. She enjoyed the fact that he wanted her all of the time; it made her feel extraordinary. Beautiful. Powerful. And she would be lying if she said the feeling wasn't mutual.

In the past when she'd thought about sex or witnessed a love scene on television she'd never really absorbed it if that made any sense. It was just an act that people did—most times in love—that looked very interesting in high definition. Like most teenagers her age she'd thought about it and fantasized about it, but decided early on she wanted to be with someone she cared about. She sort of had Elena to thank for that.

Elena only had sex with people she loved which meant she'd only slept with two people. Unlike Caroline who was a bit more…lax with her affections. Not that anything was wrong with that of course but Bonnie wasn't that type of girl. Emotions ruled her heart and she knew had she done anything before she was ready with someone she didn't honestly want to be with, it would have affected her in a negative way.

Never in a million years did she think she would be having sex with a vampire. Life was so weird.

Shifting slightly, she pressed her hands flat on Damon's chest and used the leverage to lift her hips up slowly, her hair falling like a dark curtain around her face. She was purposefully keeping her movements slow, squeezing out every ounce of pleasure that she could. She could feel Damon's thigh muscles flexing with the effort to let her do whatever she wanted. To not thrust up and take over. The thought that he was actually letting her go at her own pace made her smile, and she nuzzled at his chin with her lips.

Sitting upright, she arched her back and moaned as tingles raced up her spine. Damon grunted and brushed his thumbs across her nipples, cupping her breasts and squeezing, smiling when she sighed and pushed into his hands. He sat up and dragged his tongue over the soft skin of her neck before biting down hard enough to make her gasp and dig her nails into his sides.

"Damon." She whimpered grinding down onto him. "Th—that's cheating…"

He chuckled, one hand sliding down to grip her hip. "You love it." He lifted her easily like she weighed nothing and then let her drop as he thrust up, earning another yet louder moan.

"Fuck. " She shoved at his shoulders until he laid back. "Again. Pl—please."

"Whatever you want baby." He grinned and bucked up, started a rough slow rhythm that made her entire body vibrate and her breasts jiggle.

It felt like he was trying to crawl inside of her, erection first. It felt like it should be painful but it was anything but. There were stars exploding behind her eyes; she was burning from the inside out. She had to grip the passenger headrest to keep from crumbling sideways as he stroked over the nerves inside of her that sent bliss to all parts of her body. Seconds later she was pretty much babbling, awash on a sea of amazing sensations.

"Nng…fuck…" She cursed and the car rumbled on its wheels. "Damon…Damon…Damon…"

"You gonna come for me, baby?" He asked, dipping the tip of his thumb into her mouth. "Set the field on fire as you do? Fuck that'd be hot."

"I—"

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Bonnie jerked back to clarity like someone had slapped her across the face and looked out of the window to see a flashlight shining through the glass. She yelped and grabbed Damon's shirt off the floor, wrapping it around her chest. "Oh my God!"

Damon frowned. "Who is it!"

"The police," A new voice replied. "You're not allowed to do what you're doing here."

"Can you see in here?" Damon inquired with a raised brow. "Just how long have you been standing out there pervin' on my girlfriend while she rides me?"

The cop cleared his throat. "Sir, this is indecent exposure. I suggest you and your lady friend put your clothes back on and go elsewhere."

Snorting, Damon gently eased Bonnie off of him and reached around for the door handle, pushing the door open. He crawled out of the vehicle sweaty and completely naked, and grasped the cop around the neck. "No one gets to see Bonnie naked but me. Well and maybe Caroline and Elena but that's a slumber party thing."

Bonnie groaned in embarrassment and leaned out so that she could see what was going on. "Damon, you can't kill him."

He pouted, tightened his hand and smirked as the officer sputtered and tried to pull away. "He was looking at you. He saw your parts and my parts while they were in your parts."

She rubbed her face. Geeze Louise, is this my life?"And that's gross but you still can't kill him."

Huffing, he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Fine." Catching the cop's eye, he drew in his consciousness and held it. "You didn't see anything. Nothing, not even a squirrel. I want you to go back to your car, drive to the nearest donut shop and enjoy yourself. Do you understand me?"

"Yes." He said blankly. "Donuts. I really need a donut."

Damon let him go and he stumbled back towards his squad car. Bonnie laughed softly and flopped back to the leather seat, shaking her head. "I can't believe that just happened."

Her boyfriend climbed back in beside her and shut the door. "I can't believe you wouldn't let me kill him."

She hit his thigh. "Why would I let you do that?"

"He was watching you. He probably had a massive boner."

"Ew! Still he didn't deserve to die for it."

"If I can't be possessive over you, what's the point?"

"You can be possessive but you can't snap necks for me."

"Oh you're not fun."

Bonnie tilted her head. "Oh so what we were doing five minutes ago wasn't fun?"

He grinned deviously. "Well when you put it like that…" Wiggling his brows, he lunged at her to finish what they'd started.

Caroline Forbes lounged on her bed with a Teddy Bear in her lap, watching one of her best friends go through her closet. "Why do you wanna borrow one of my dresses again?"

Bonnie continued to thumb through all of her pretty outfits. "Damon is taking me to some club in Richmond and I want to look nice. Sexy nice—and a lot of my dresses are every day nice or funeral nice."

The blonde giggled. "Well help yourself. So is this a normal club or some type of vampire thing?"

"Normal. At least I hope it's normal." She replied, holding a green dress up to herself before the mirror. "Considering the way he gets when other vampires show an interest in me, I doubt he'd take me to a place filled with them."

Caroline nodded. "Are you happy with him?"

The witch smiled. "Yeah, I am. Don't get me wrong sometimes I wanna punch him in the face but I'm happy."

"I'm glad. If I thought for a second he was mistreating you, I'd find a way to take him out." Her friend replied. "I'm sure Tyler would help me too."

"I know I've said it before but I'm sorry for the way he treated you. I don't want you to think I've just forgotten any of that or whatever."

"No I know you haven't. And I suppose in his defense he was a different person then."

"Yeah. But that's no excuse. He still knew right from wrong."

"Sometimes I honestly wonder if he did. Damon was fucked up back then, like really. And after meeting Katherine I can honestly say that I understand why now."

"Ugh that bitch. I hope she's gone for good but I'm not getting my hopes up. As long as she can do damage she'll stick around."

"Well better her than Klaus, right?"

Bonnie wet her lips slowly and sighed, returning the green dress to pull out a skinny strap red one. "True. Can I tell you something and not have it leave this room?"

Caroline sat up straighter. "Of course. What's up?"

Fiddling with the zipper in the back, she tossed it onto the bed and began to undress. "I'm not sure it was really him but, Klaus contacted me in a dream. He's in the market for a new witch to trail him around and apparently I fit the bill. I haven't told anyone because I don't want them to worry. It could just be my overactive imagination. Not to mention after everything we've been through, we all deserve some down time."

Tilting her head to the side, Caroline frowned. "But what if it is him, Bonnie? Damon and Stefan should know so that they can decide how to act. What if Klaus comes after you? He's all super powered now. Do you think you'd be able to take him?"

I've asked myself that several times and I honestly don't know the answer."Maybe. I don't know."

"You've got to get out of your martyr complex. Okay so you saved all of us. Why can't we return the favor?" She asked slowly. "Damon's gonna be mad if you don't tell him."

Bonnie snorted but it lacked any malice. She shimmed out of her clothes and pulled on the dress, letting Caroline zip her up as she surveyed herself in the mirror. Yes Damon would be angry if she attempted to take things on alone and she had no intention of doing so. But they'd just fought for their lives and survived; couldn't they relax for a few days? For a week? Couldn't she just go out with her boyfriend without the threat of danger looming over them?

"I'm going to tell him. I promise." She exhaled deeply, pushing up her cleavage. "But right now I want to look amazing and I want him to spend the night trying to talk me outta this dress."

Carolina laughed and patted her shoulder. "I think you could wear a bathrobe and he'd still be trying to talk you out of it. But this works too. You look gorgeous." Pause. "Aw my little Bonnie is all grown up and having sex! With an older guy! It's like you're really committed to following my example."

The other girl chuckled. "Oh shut up. You and Elena act like me having sex is some grand thing. Everyone does it."

She shrugged, moving over to her vanity to pick out jewelry. "True but it just seemed like we were all doing it and you weren't. You weren't even kissing guys. And now you're doing Damon. It's like you went from 0 to 80 in seconds."

Bonnie tossed a sock at her; did it really go like that? "Oh be quiet. Damon and I went through hell to get where we are now. Our whole thing was hating each other until—until we didn't anymore. I'd like to think that means something."

"I think it does. Tyler helped torture and almost kill me, and now we're like hanging out and stuff." Caroline mused. "Sometimes you identify with someone you never thought you would in a million years because you discover you're not that different after all."

True. Though I'm sure our bond helped, and our mutual grief later on with Grams dying and Katherine not being in the tomb. I don't believe in fate but who knows? Maybe destiny or something is at work here. Things seem too insane sometimes for it not to be. The vampire who falls for the witch, whose best friend looks exactly like the vampire's dead girlfriend. What are those odds?

"Speaking of Tyler…" She made kissing noises. "Are you two a couple or what?"

"We're…friends." Caroline replied with a grin. "We're trying to figure out this new element or our relationship. And what Matt is going to say or think. He pretty much told me he didn't want to be involved in anything supernatural but if I start dating Tyler I'd like to think he'd be pissed off anyway. I don't want to hurt him anymore than he's already been hurt."

"Matt is a strong guy. He'll be okay." Hopefully."I think some time away from our craziness would do him some good. I'd hate to be human looking in on all that we have going on."

The blonde picked out a pretty pair of ruby earrings and handed them to her. "Yeah but I miss being human. All the stuff I thought I had time for—all the stuff I never really wanted—I miss it. Like I never wanted kids but now I'm kinda sad I'll never get to have them. It's stupid."

Bonnie shook her head. "I don't think it's stupid at all. If there is any way for my powers to help in that, when you're ready I'll try. What's the point of being a kick ass witch if I can't help my friends?"

Caroline hugged her tightly. "We're all lucky to have you, Bonnie Bennett. I'm glad it's something we realized before it was too late."

The pretty little witch smiled. "I'd never leave you guys hanging. We have to stick together because there's no one else."

A pause. "I think my mom is coming around to the idea more and more though. She—well she understand that just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I'm evil. I've been trying to explain all of it to her, ya know? I'm hoping that she at least comes to trust me."

"She's crazy if she doesn't." In more ways than one. "It's hard when everything you believe is rocked to the core, but sometimes you have to stop hiding behind beliefs and think for yourself. Grams knew first hand that vampires can be horrible but she didn't tell me to stop seeing Damon. Whether she had faith that he'd mellow out or that I was a good judge of character, I don't know."

"Maybe she knew you'd be able to handle him." The blonde suggested idly. "It's not like he respects any of us. Everything he does for the rest of us is in direct relation to you…"

Heh. And Elena but not so much anymore. Thankfully."Truthfully? I'm kinda glad Damon didn't just pull a one eighty and suddenly be this totally nice guy. His asshole-ness has kinda grown on me."

"Ha! That's how you know it's real love." Caroline said in a sing-song voice. "And hey with our nifty daylight rings you can have a day time wedding without anyone turning to ashes."

Bonnie eyed her and folded her arms over her chest. "I'm so having sex in this dress," she teased.

Caroline threw herself back onto her bed and got comfortable. "That's okay. I've had sex in it lots of times."

Her friend gasped. "Ew! And you let me put it on?"

The blonde waved a hand. "Oh whatever. It's been washed since then, duh."

While Damon knew that Bonnie didn't condone him compelling humans anytime he pleased, she didn't object to him compelling the bouncer at the door of the club into letting her in without seeing her id. He was surprised she didn't have a fake one but then again when one wanted to drink in Mystic Falls all they did was go to some wooded area and wait for a college dude. The city was different and the burly bald dude had express orders not to let anyone in under the drinking age.

That is until Damon reminded him that she'd already shown her id.

But on to more important things, like Bonnie's dress. She wasn't a woman yet so she wasn't as curvy as she probably could be, but she obviously knew how to enhance her assets. He was pretty sure her breasts were going to tumble out of her bra at any minute, and of course he'd be there to catch them like a good boyfriend. He could just barely smell a little of Caroline on the garment but it didn't matter. Bonnie was wearing it now and wearing it well.

From the moment she'd gotten in the car he'd wondered if he could talk her into bathroom sex. The fabric looked so freaken soft; all he wanted to do was rip it and tear it until he could get to the goodies underneath.

The club was loud as most clubs were, with flashing lights and grinding bodies on the dance floor. Heavy drum beats thumped from the large speakers and alcohol flowed freely from the bar. Everyone looked carefree and that was the plan, to go somewhere where they didn't have to think about Jenna's death or the fact that Klaus was still running around. The best part being no one here knew them. They weren't Damon Salvatore and Bonnie Bennett; they were just a couple enjoying a night out.

In the past my idea of a night out was hunting a pretty little co-ed but this works too.

"Hey." He meandered out onto the floor and pulled Bonnie close to him, smoothing his hands down her sides. "Would you be up for more role-playing?"

She arched a brow at him. "Who would I have to be this time?"

He smirked. "The lost cheerleader. You can wear your uniform. I promise not to miss it up."

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding lightly to the beat against him. "I think I could be talked into it, maybe. Though I question my sanity whenever I indulge you and your violent fantasies."

The vampire snorted. "It's not violent. You never get hurt."

"Yeah. But if we weren't together and I was any other girl, it'd be a different story wouldn't it?" Her big green eyes watched him with a gentle expression. "And that—that's okay. I mean I get it."

"It's different now." And I'm not going crazy because of it. Man this chick has done a number on me."Long as you never get issues with me drinking human blood from a bag we'll be fine."

"I'm okay with that." She tugged at his hair. "You've been awesome about the no killing thing. So yeah, I'll be your lost cheerleader."

Damon smiled and kissed her. "You having fun so far?"

She glanced around and nodded. "Every girl in here is looking at us right now and wondering how I ended up with you. They're jealous and I'm kinda digging it. So yes I'm having a good time."

Laughing, he spared the crowd a glance. "You're the one who's burning bright, baby. Like a star. No one in here holds a candle to you."

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her back to him, rolling her hips to the beat of Jeremih's Down On Me. Damon grunted and pressed his face into her neck, inhaling deeply. The urge to sink his teeth in bubbled up in his chest but he pushed it down—that was for later when they were alone. Instead he focused on just being in the moment and enjoying it for what it was. It had been a long time since he'd had this sort of night with someone. Dancing to be close and get aroused, not as a prequel to the rough feeding that would eventually happen.

He liked the way Bonnie moved. The way she felt almost fragile against him yet there was the un-natural hum of power that tickled the hairs on his arm, letting him know she could hold her on. She smelled delicious and seemed totally unconscious of just how gorgeous she truly was. Where Katherine's blatant sexually had always got him going, Bonnie's understated sexiness was even better.

It's like she doesn't even know what she does to me. God, I could eat her up.

Nuzzling at the skin of her shoulder and causing one strap to slip down low, he licked over it slowly and smiled when she shivered. His fingers—too quick for human eyes to spy—dipped under her dress and brushed against the seat of her panties. "Lower the lights."

Bonnie grabbed his wrist, swallowing hard as she focused. Very slowly the lights dimmed but no one really seemed to notice for whatever reason. They were probably too caught up in their conversations or their drinking or their dancing.

Better for me.Smirking at his own thoughts, he pushed her undies to the side and rubbed a finger over her, delighting in the way she shuddered. Her eyes closed of their own volition and she leaned back into him, keeping the beat as he applied more pressure to her clitoris. In minutes she was gasping lightly, and his fingertips were moving fluidly in a slick circle. His left arm was around her waist almost protectively, giving the impression that they were just off in their own little world, her body moving to the rhythm and nothing else.

And no one knew the truth which just made him love it even more.

When she came, she whimpered and dug her nails into his wrist. The entire club went dark though the music continued and a few people screamed at the sudden blackout. But it only lasted a minute at the most and everything was normal again.

"Shit…" She wet her lips and watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth. "That was…dirty."

"But good." He grinned when she rolled her eyes but obviously agreed with him. "Wanna a drink?"

Running a hand through her black curls, she nodded. "Yeah I think I could do with one. Nothing too strong though."

Adjusting himself, he patted her on the butt and motioned to a table, then headed for the bar. He ordered two Ruin Me Russians. They had vodka in them but it wasn't like he could get drunk that quick anyway. And it didn't matter if she did because he was looking out for her. After they were mixed and he paid, he strolled back to their table, surprised to find some tall blonde guy occupying his seat.

Sitting the glasses down, he eyed the new arrival. "Can I help you?"

Blonde guy smiled. "I was just keeping this lovely young lady company. She said she had a boyfriend but I didn't see you so…"

"Well Sven I'm here now so you can leave." Damon slipped an arm around Bonnie's shoulder.

"You're a lucky man, she's breathtaking." His eyes were on Bonnie. "Kinda young to be in here though, wouldn't you say?"

"I'm twenty-one." Bonnie lied. "Not for nothing but you should seriously consider leaving. My boyfriend has a temper."

Blondie cut his eyes to Damon. "I'll bet he does. However if I had such a pretty witch like you on my arm, I'd probably be over protective as well."

Damon glared at him. "Who are you?"

The man grinned. "You can call me Klaus."

Jerking, Damon reached for his neck when Bonnie grabbed his wrist, pulling it away. "He's compelled. He has to be."

"I don't care. I'm killing him." The vampire growled.

Klaus continued to grin. "So impulsive. You realize I could have stolen Bonnie away while you were getting her drink. I could have taken her far, far away."

Climbing off her stool, Bonnie wrapped her arm around Damon's waist. "Let's go."

"You tell your boss to fuck off." Damon jabbed a finger into Klaus' chest. "Or things will start to get ugly."

"Whatever you say, Damon." Klaus winked. "I'm sure I'll see you around, Bonnie."

Resisting the urge to smash his face into the table, Damon pulled Bonnie towards the door as quickly as he could. He realized he was probably pulling too hard but he couldn't stop. He had to get her away from this asshole before said asshole got smart or before he killed him. In fact he was seriously considering coming back once he was alone and killing him anyway. Bonnie never had to know.

Once they were safely in his car and speeding down the highway, Damon huffed. "Sorry…if I hurt your arm."

There were small finger shaped bruises welling up, but she didn't seem to mind. "It's okay." Pause. "Damon, I dreamed about Klaus the other night. I—I thought it was just a dream but after tonight I don't know."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He snapped angrily.

Unbuckling her seat-belt, she slid across to him. "I didn't want to worry you. We've all been through so much and I just—I just wanted everything to be quiet."

Fuck..."Yeah okay but you know how secrets tend to come back and bite us in the ass. How did he even know where we were?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I'll check for some spells to keep him out of my head just in case."

Damon gripped the steering wheel tightly. "We're going to have to kill him. You know that right? The longer he's alive the more bullshit he'll try to put us through. I mean he could just kidnap you. The rest of this is him being a dick."

Her voice was soft as she replied, "I know. But if he wants another fight we'll give him one. We haven't shrunk back from anything that's came our way so far and we won't now. We'll be okay."

Naturally Damon wasn't so sure. It'd taken an ancient to go up against an ancient and now Klaus was half wolf and they would be fucked if he decided to really flex his powers. All he could hope was that in reality Klaus had no interest in Bonnie. That he was just being an asshole because he could to sort of get back at them or whatever for trying to kill him.

Otherwise they were screwed. She couldn't take him on without possibly killing herself and he would not allow that at all. He'd grab her and run before that happened.

Actually that doesn't sound like such a bad idea…

"You okay?" She asked kissing his cheek.

"Yeah just…thinking." He said softly. "No worries, baby. I've always got a backup plan."

~Fin~