Just one night, please? Chapter 37 Rating: Mature Pairing: Bonnie/Damon Playlist: Dirty Laundry: Kelly Rowland Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW…-_-All mistakes are mine!
A/N: Back in action! Thanks for all the reviews, makes a reader more motivated to write the best of the best for you lovely people, alright enough talk! Enjoy!
''Fight it baby, fight it for me''
Lost, confused, battling against his inner demon, the spell was wearing off, but it was too late before he was being torn from her arms, he faint heartbeat causing a slam of guilt to take over his consciousness. Just minutes before he heard her whisper those three sweet, dangerous words to him. He had forced it out of her; he made her feel like those words would be the only words to free her from him. Did she lie? Was she just filling in an empty spot she knew Katherine and Elena tore from her? No…no Bonnie never lied about her feelings, she was always straight forward, blunt, honest, beautiful, stubborn but always truthful. She would never…
''Bon….Bonnie, baby'' Damon groaned feeling like he'd been shot with millions of vervain injections, his body unable to move from his position off the cold floor.
''She's healing'' he heard his brother growl across the room.
Damon's eyes slowly rolled towards the back of his head, then shot at his brother, watching his torn gaze from behind the bars.
''W-hat h-happed''
''You know what happened Damon; the spell happened, like it was supposed too! You were going to die, and she saved your ass, AGAIN. You tore at her neck Damon, and I know we all agreed to this but…I…I never thought it would feel this way. Two people I care about having to fend like this?'' He shook his head, punching the stone wall.
''Brin- Bring her to me'' Damon's voice grew dark, his red eyes shifting, his demeanor causing intensity.
''No Damon, she…she's a bit shaken up, she can't handle you right now, after all of that…'' His voice cracked.
He knew what he felt for the witch wasn't love, but he'd be damn if he didn't feel anything close to it. He cared for her deeply, like he loved Lexi. The fact Bonnie never once doubted him after building their friendship, the fact she was always by his side even when Stefan was feeling weak when Damon and Elena went on that stupid road trip together… she had told him not to worry, that everything was going to be fine, because in the end she only loved one man, and that was him. Stefan fuckin Salvatore.
''Stefan…I was-wasn't a-asking for your p-permission'' He growled at him, successfully pulling himself up against the side of the wall heaving deeply, his head cast down.
''Sorry Damon, I won't let it'' He barked back running his hand through his hair.
''Then I'll go to her, she wants me right now, I can f-feel her'' The dark haired Salvatore yelled back, using the little strength he had left, attempting to rise but failed miserably, instead sat there, his skin paler than before.
''You know what the funny part is? She wants you too right now, but she needs to rest, and you need to recover as well. You're in this cell because this is the only way you'll let her be. You need blood. Witch blood, and Bonnie isn't gonna be your blood back right now, so Lucy is gonna give you hers''.
''I don't want her blood'' Damon stated bluntly.
''Damon you will die for good this time if you don't drink! So stop pulling an Edward fuckin Cullen and don't let what Bonnie did for you go to waste like this!''
''D-did I say I wanted to d-die? No, I said I didn't want Lucy's gotdamn blood! I need Bonnie's, it's the only way I can drink normal blood again.
''What are you saying Damon'' Stefan eyed him from the other side of the door.
''You pulled me away from her Stefan, he took me away from my witch, the spell isn't complete till I heal with her'' He frowned.
''But you had all that time Damon, it was so long, we all thought it was over!''
''What do you mean all that time, we were in that room for an hour tops before you ruined everything!'' Damon roared, and then coughed up blood, furiously wiping it away with the back of his hand.
''No…Damon… you weren't, Bonnie's magic must have altered the spell and prevented anyone from coming in. You were there for two days''.
''Say it again'' he growled thrusting in to her for the hundredth time that night.
''I love you Damon, so much, I do'' Bonnie spoke truthfully, moaning as he gripped her hips, her rhythm matching his, their bodies in sync with one another. She never wanted him to let go, she was slowly getting him back, and what felt like minutes, turned in to hours. Her body was running on pure adrenaline, determination, and simply…love. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, but would she ever be enough? She knew how he felt about Elena, what if he got bored of her? Now that she had told him how she felt, would he use it against her, walk away and move on knowing he could string her along whenever he pleased? She wouldn't be able to handle it. She would rather die than simply go through that. She didn't know how he did all those times with Katherine and Elena, but she knew wouldn't be able to.
'' Don't ever say those words to another man, you hear me?'' he heaved, his dark locks sticking to his forehead, his head nuzzled in the crook of her neck.
A tear escaped her eye; she knew he didn't have to hear a response. She was al his, and it scared her because she knew she wouldn't ever hear the same words back. She craved for it, she needed to hear it. To be reassured, anything, but the pain of him letting her go, pushing him away wasn't worth the risk at the moment. She wanted to stay with him, here, forever.
''Please, I want to see him'' she begged softly, her eyes watering, her skin glistening with sweat. She lay there on the bed, tucked under warm sheets, sheets, her and Damon laid in, together not too long ago, she missed him. She needed him again.
Caroline had given her some of his blood, but she did nothing but throw it up. It's not that it tasted more horrible than regular vampire blood did, but Damon's was different. Right now she craved for it. She wanted it; most importantly she wanted him with her, holding her, inside of her again. She couldn't be here without him. She woke up hearing growls and screams, and next thing she knew he was gone from her touch, the emptiness in her heart filling the rest of her weak body.
''Bon, you can't you need rest; you accidently locked this house from away for two whole fuckin days. We were worried sick, you said the spell wouldn't take long, we tried to pry the doors open, but all it did was burn through our skin'' The blonde frowned, rubbing the witches head down with a cool cloth.
''Caroline you don't understand, the spell doesn't have a limit. It goes for as long as it needs, and as soon as I let my guard down and undid the spell on the house, you all came in and grabbed him from me. T-that wasn't the signal to come for us. The spell isn't complete, we're dying Caroline, I need him now, I want him!'' She cried her fists clenching.
''Uh-o-h my God, no, no, okay okay Bon, relax, I'll tell Stefan, stay her, we'll get Damon for you don't worry!'' Caroline ran down the stairs cursing loudly.
As soon as she reached the cellar, he heard Damon grunting, watching as Stefan helped him walk out of the dark confined room.
''Stefan, Bonnie-
''I know, he told me too, we have to get him upstairs fast, little help h-here?'' Stefan asked Caroline, giving him her puppy dog face.
Rolling her eyes, she stomped over to the brother, lifting his other arm over her shoulder.
They successfully made their way up the stairs without dropping the elder Salvatore, and paused as soon as they got to the door.
''We aren't leaving this time'' Stefan made it clear to the both of them, his face serious.
''I know'' Bonnie smiled sadly, winking thankfully at Caroline, knowing how much she loathed Damon.
''Let me go, I'm fine'' Damon coughed, feeling slightly stronger in his witch's presence.
Nodding slowly, both Stefan and Caroline turned before closing the door, giving them privacy.
Damon stood, his back against the hard wood, staring at her from across the room. He could feel ache in his dead heart for her. He limped slowly towards her, stopping just a metre away from his bed.
''I'm s-sorry'' His head dropped, rising again to show her himself and his emotions. He wanted her to see him. The real him, not the killer that had touched her but him for who he was. The outskirts of his eyes turned red but not with anger, with sadness.
''I don't know what to say'' She gazed at him.
''Don't say anything just let me hold you, please'' He begged.
Nodding she reached out a hand for him.
Accepting her offer he slumped on to the bed they made love on and held her in his strong arms. He inhaled their sweet, light aroma of sex in the air making his mouth water for her once more.
"I shouldn't, but I need you" he whispered regretfully.
Take me, I want you too, she whispered back against his heated chest.
Lifting her head from his soft skin, she slowly smiled, her body responding to him yet again. He bent down to connect their lips, slipping his tongue in to her mouth in dominance, her moans suppressed by his grunts for more. She grabbed his face in to her hands, never breaking the kiss as he placed himself in the centre of her thighs. He propped one arm on the side of her body, gripping the side of her neck with his other hand, kissing and sucking her neck, knowing it would cause bruising. He did it with purpose, for her to remember who she belonged too.
She was his after all.
He made his way down to her breasts, admiring their beauty. Damon's eased one nipple in to his mouth, sucking, licking, and nibbling, pleased with her sharp intake of breath and rise of her chest. Never leaving his attention off her left nipple he rolled the nub between his two fingers, his moans of her sweet yet salty skin enticing him more than possible. Bonnie gasped, her heart rate increases with the simple yet delicate touch of her vampire.
"Bambina, ti amo" he rose to meet her eye at eye level, capturing her sweet plump lips with his, smirking as she bit on to his lower lip before moving back to see her reaction.
"What did you say?" She asked confused, her arms snaking around his neck pulling him back to her.
"I said, I love you baby" he grinned, watching as tears fled her eyes, those three words he never though he'd say to the witch, finally surfacing at last.
"Don't say something you don't mean Damon, don't play with me like that" she defended herself, wanting to trust him again.
"I always say what I mean, and if I say I love you in my mother language you know it's real" his intense gaze hardened.
He wanted her to believe it. To feel how crazy she made him feel. He's never felt the way he's felt now with anyone; not Katherine, & Elena anymore. He knew for a while he'd have to have a talk with the doppelgänger, to reassure Bonnie that he never abused his word. Did he still care for Elena? Sure. But did he love her? Nothing like he's ever felt for Bonnie. Nothing that could ever compare.
Ever.
Pushing at his shoulders, Bonnie groaned in pain as she attempted to move away from him, but he wasn't having it. Tears once again escaped here yes, but this time not because of sadness, but straight fear. Fear that he heart would be stomped on again, that he'd leave her and drop her faster than her mother did to her.
"Get away from me, you don't mean it" she cried fighting him.
Pushing her back against the mattress, she sniffed, her beautiful green orbs glaring up at as he held on to her wrists.
"That spell back there? That wasn't me bambina, that was what us good vampires don't ever want to become. Do you want to hear how much I love you again? A hundred times? Thousand, millions? Cuz I'll say it, again and again and again, and once I'm done doing that ill shout it out to the rest of the world so they'll know who my cold dark heart belongs too! God dammit Bonnie this is harder than I've ever thought and ill prove to you for the rest of my fuckin life how much you change me, and how much you make me want to actually try to live again, not just for myself any more, but for you! With you!" He admitted, silencing her tears.
She stared at him for minutes absorbing his rant before he sighed.
"That spell shouldn't have been done. You should have let me die and saved yourself, rather than I have to traumatize you in to fearing me. Baby, I am so sorry I put you through that and I will never let that happen again...but I heard you Bon...I heard you trying to reach out for me" He lowered his head shaking from side to side in shame.
"Y-you did?" She questioned, reaching for his face once more.
"I did, and the moment I felt that I knew that you wouldn't just leave me like that bitch Katherine did of toy around with my feelings like Elena did. I knew you would be there. I knew that if I just fought a little bit harder, I'd be back here. With you in my arms, safe, but I know you can't look at me after I..I..
"No stop. You didn't Damon. You didn't rape me, you hear me? I wanted you, I craved for you and I accepted your torn faith right then and there. You came back to me, and look now" she pointed at the small inches between them. "You here in my arms" She smiled, her face blushing, pecking his lips so softly.
His witch. His beautiful soft mocha-skinned witch. She was his. She was addictive, from her physical beauty to her inner beauty; he didn't think he'd ever get enough of her. He's never allow another man to touch her like he did and will. The thought of it made his demons want to rise again but he kept them at bay, relishing in the pure fact that he was here with her. She was finally safe, and she didn't look at him with regret. She loved him back and that was enough to make him hard.
Giggling she felt his manhood stir on her thigh, his pre-cum lightly soaking the mattress.
"Make love to me Damon" Her cute bow shaped lips lifted in to a wide smile.
"Per Sempre" the vampire's heart soared as he trusted in to her wet aching heat.
A/N: Per Sempre: Forever...