Yaaayyyyy! Another update! Beware of impending spiciness! Lol!

The next morning had awoken them in a flurry of heat as the night's sorrow was washed away with the warmth of the rising sun. Their bodies were crushed together, not an inch of space between them as Damon claimed and reclaimed her lips in passionate kisses. Bonnie feverishly returned his kisses, clawing her nails across his skin and through his thick hair. His kisses left her lips, trailing down her jaw and spending time sucking and biting her neck before going lower. He sucked hard, leaving love bites over her chest and down her stomach until he reached her thigh. His fangs lengthened and he bit uncontrollably, burying his most sensitive teeth into the cushion of her inner thigh and feeling the heat of her blood rush into his mouth.

Bonnie yelped in pain and screwed up her face. Damon pulled back and looked up from between her legs.

"No, I can take it. Don't stop." Bonnie assured him.

The desire in her chocolate pools was enough to convince him and he dove for her thigh once more. He didn't take much blood from her as he sucked lightly, only craving his fangs buried deep in her flesh. After a few minutes he had made a trail of puncture wounds almost all the way down to her knee. Bonnie was whimpering softly, having pushed the pain away to enjoy the pleasure of his fangs sunken into her skin.

"Damon, I—"

His mouth was on hers in a second, silencing her. With a quick rip, Damon had torn the thin panties from her body. Shoving his pants down, he was pushing inside of her before she even had a second to catch her breath. Careful not to make the bed rock, Damon thrust slowly but forcefully until Bonnie was writhing beneath him. Their breaths mingled, and he was all hers as each moan that left her mouth drove him closer to the edge. He closed his hand over her mouth as she contracted around him and screamed into his hand. He felt feral as he couldn't stop his fangs from lengthening. He knew his eyes were turning monstrous his desires switched from his own release to her blood. But he didn't have time to choose.

Damon dove for Bonnie's throat, biting into her hard until he tasted her flavor. Just as her blood hit his tongue the human desire in him surged forward and he finished inside of her, thrusting just as hard as he bit. Bonnie was moaning softly, but he knew it was of the pain of him biting so aggressively. Wanting her to share in his pleasure, he used his inhumanly strong nails to make a small cut in his wrist. He held it up to her lips and she latched on. Damon smirked into her skin as he listened to her pain turn to euphoria.

After only a few seconds Damon was pulling his wrist from her mouth and retracting his fangs from her neck, the consequences of cleaning her bed stirring dread in his mind. They smiled at one another and Damon kissed her once more before pulling out of her and standing from the bed.

He licked his lips slowly, savoring her flavor. Bonnie's mouth dropped open in awe as she watched him languidly lick over his full lower lip. A shiver ran down her spine and she trembled softly, still feeling the pleasure he gave her.

Damon chuckled darkly at her mesmerized stare and gave her a lazy smirk as he sauntered into her bathroom, "Get dressed."

Bonnie let out a held breath and raked her fingers through her curls. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her body. Biting down onto her bottom lip, a smile spread across her lips. Every time with him felt like a dream.

The red-head skipped a little as she brought her blood-stained pillow case to the washing machine. She was dressed in a baggy t-shirt that went all the way up to the base of her neck, helping to cover most of the hickies. A quick use of some cover-up and her hair had hid the rest lining her neck. She held the pillowcase tight to her chest in case she ran into anyone. But she couldn't fathom it, her mind was still in bliss.

She froze as she saw Meredith already at the washing machine, loading it up with her own clothes. Their eyes connected and Meredith sighed as she saw the pillowcase in Bonnie's hand. The small girl smiled bashfully, hanging her head in guilt.

Meredith reach a long arm out to her, "What's the damage?"

Bonnie walked closer and handed the pillowcase over. Meredith examined the small blood stain and tossed it quickly into the washing machine with her stuff.

"It should come out easily. I'll wash it for you."

Bonnie perked up and smiled gratefully at her friend, "You don't have—"

Meredith held up a hand, cutting her off, and then shrugged.

"It's no big deal. I'm just thankful it wasn't your whole bed."

Her eyes bulged abruptly and she looked at Bonnie, "This is it, right?"

Bonnie couldn't help her giggle as she nodded, "Yeah."

Meredith threw her head back, letting her long brunette hair reach her lower back, "Oh, thank God!"

Damon passed them on his way downstairs, giving Bonnie a once over as he walked by. Bonnie threw a small smile over her shoulder at him and he smirked and nodded for her to follow. She nodded back in wordless confirmation.

Meredith was smiling knowingly at their exchanged as Bonnie turned back to her.

"What?" Bonnie asked, putting her hands on her hips.

Meredith smirked coyly, "Oh nothing!"

Bonnie turned to follow Damon down the stairs.

"Try not to slip and fall on his dick on your way down." She called out just loudly enough for Bonnie to hear.

Bonnie whipped her head around, her jaw dropped open wide. The olive-skinned girl laughed hard.

Matt walked out into the hallway then and paused, his face scrunched in confusion as he looked from Meredith to a vaguely offended Bonnie.

"What…?" Matt began, raising a hand.

Bonnie ran down the stairs, leaving Meredith to laugh alone as she shewed Matt off with one hand.

"Girl stuff." She said, an amused smile plastered on her lips.

Elena and Stefan were already in the kitchen as Bonnie shuffled in, immediately in search of her dark lover. Damon waltzed in from the dining room, holding some dirty plates and grumbling over Matt's habits. Elena laughed at his ramblings as he politely took the dirty coffee cup from her hand and added it to the sink. Bonnie took in a calming breath and pushed her jealousy down.

Elena slide an arm around Damon's waist as she brought a dirty pan over to the sink where he stood, scrubbing away at the dishes. She would not become that person. Ignoring the crazy scenarios running a rampage in her head, she forced herself to turn her back to them and reached for the cabinet door.

Opening it, she saw one bowl just out of her reach. She hopped a little with her arm stretched out as far as it would go. She huffed and began to rethink her breakfast options.

A broad chest pressed against her back and a longer, bulkier arm reached up and easily grabbed the bowl down. A musky scent enveloped her nostrils and she smiled as Damon turned her around and lifted her by her under arms onto the countertop. He put a hand on either side of her thighs and leaned into her just the slightest bit.

"I can make you breakfast…what do you want?" he asked huskily with a suggestive quirk of his brows, his gaze drifting involuntarily to her lips.

He was distracting, Bonnie decided as she attempted to think of what she wanted to eat but could only come up with things she wanted him to do to her.

"Um…" she thought hard, watching Damon's smirk appear.

He knew what he was doing.

Elena sighed behind Damon and started offering suggestions.

"There's eggs, cereal, frozen waffles, pancakes…"

"I can make you a pancake." Damon offered, trying desperately to keep his eyes away from her mouth and faltering.

Elena scoffed, "You can't even make pancakes."

Damon half turned to her, still keeping one hand next to Bonnie's thigh, "You still ate them, didn't you?"

Elena's lapis gems rolled in her head, "Well if you make her one, then I want one too!"

Damon chuckled, "I knew you liked them."

Bonnie wriggled, attempting to get off the counter. Damon caught her, sliding her down his body until her feet hit the floor. He let his hands drift, feeling every small curve of her as she slid. He quickly took his hands from her, pretending like nothing happened as he turned away and searched for the griddle beneath the counter.

Elena shot Bonnie a look that told her they were still very much at odds, but Bonnie could see a hint of sadness in those deep blue eyes. She knew hers conveyed the same message. Breaking their stare, Elena moved to the dining room. Bonnie followed timidly behind. The chairs' wooden feet scraped across the woven rug under the table as each girl pulled it back and sat down.

The room held only faint noises of skin scratching and a few hard breaths before Elena's voice broke the sound barrier.

"How's your hand?"

Bonnie looked down to her wrapped "wound" and shrugged, "It's fine."

Elena nodded casually and then her face went blank as her eyes landed on a part of Bonnie she couldn't quite devise.

Bonnie touched herself self-consciously, trying to follow Elena's line of sight.

"What? What is it?" Bonnie asked, her inner self becoming more panic-stricken by the second.

Elena propped an elbow onto the table and pointed a slender finger toward Bonnie. Her lapis crystals narrowed as she tilted her head to the side quizzically.

"I-Is that…?" Elena couldn't find the will to finish as the anger inside her raged, the flames licking her vocal cords. She clamped her mouth shut, too smart to jump to conclusions.

Bonnie's eyes went wide and she gulped as she instantly knew what Elena was talking about. She had sworn she had covered it perfectly in the mirror this morning. And her hair! She cursed herself as she realized she had unintentionally swooshed it from the part of her skin it was supposed to be shielding from prying eyes. Her hand shot up to cover Damon's love bite.

"It's um…" he voice wavered as she frantically searched her mind for a good excuse.

"It looks like a hickey." Elena said through nearly clenched teeth.

Bonnie's heart thudded loudly in her ears as she felt the fire rolling off Elena.

"No!" She lied instinctually, "It's—uh…"

Elena shot up from her seat and marched around the table to Bonnie. Adrenaline pumping through her heated veins, she ripped Bonnie's hand from the red spot just below her ear. It wasn't just red, it was faintly purple in the center where the pale makeup was most translucent.

Elena jumped back from the red-head as if she had just gotten stung.

Bonnie stood from her seat then, sorrow contorting her brows, "Elena, I'm so—"

"How could you?!" Elena burst, the blue of her eyes taking on the resemblance of flames more than jewels now.

Bonnie flinched and cowered back, feeling all of two feet tall compared to Elena's ten feet.

"This is how you react to me telling you how I feel about him?! You go behind my back and try to take him away from me?!" Tears filled Elena's eyes to the brim, but her voice hadn't shown the slightest hint of wavering.

Bonnie opened her mouth, but Elena was raging on.

"You're supposed to be my friend!" she spat, and the words hit Bonnie like knives.

"I told you how I feel!" Bonnie cried, tears pouring down her cheeks.

Damon came rushing into the dining room then, standing halfway between both of them. His eyes were wide with worry.

"What the hell is going on?!" he said, effectively keeping Elena from spitting more daggers at a helpless Bonnie.

He looked between the two girls, both crying, although one much harder than the other. Truthfully though, he knew he didn't actually need the answer. He was sure he already knew. Elena's eyes fell on him with disgust and his heart twisted at the sight. She was dead silent as stray tears trickled down her alabaster skin. Damon wanted to fall to his knees right then and beg for her forgiveness. A sight so grueling as seeing an angel cry shattered his soul. But the tiny whimpers coming from his little bird were pulling him inevitably toward her. He planted his feet firmly to the ground, he would not be forced to choose here, not now, not when everything was such a mess.

"She saw my neck. I'm sorry, Damon. Please don't be mad." Bonnie cried into her hands.

Damon took the necessary steps towards her and brushed her hair gently aside. The red and purple hickey stared back at him like a wicked sign of karma. Letting out his long held breath, he turned to Elena with apologetic eyes.

"How long?!" Elena snapped and the ice stabbed directly into Damon's heart.

He couldn't choose. Not now. The notion of having to choose rattled him to his core, and he refuted it. He had to fix this, to mend it somehow. But this would never work if he wasn't honest.

"Just the past few days." The admission throwing his heart into turmoil as Elena stiffened and dug her nails into her palms. He ached to soothe her pain.

"You went behind my back. You knew how I felt! Both of you…but especially you, Bonnie!" Elena shouted, her voice thick with tears.

Bonnie shook as regret ebbed through her, pulling her into insanity. But some part of her wouldn't give in to this pull, it stayed strong and still in its stand. She had feelings for him and Elena was with Stefan. Damon was an unattached man. She was not guilty, she was in love. Beating the pain back, Bonnie found her voice.

"And you knew how I felt! I told you! I told you I had strong feelings! I told you we had kissed!" she shouted back, giving her all to fight for Damon's heart.

"You said you kissed! That is more than kissing!" Elena hissed.

Something inside Bonnie burst and her veins boiled, but her voice was eerily calm, "You're right, Elena. It is more than kissing because we haven't just kissed."

She paused, feeling the tension of the room reaching its peak. Damon stared at her incredulously, and she knew this would make or break them. But she was too furious and prattled on.

"We slept together!" she yelled, her chest heaving under hot, labored breaths.

Elena looked to Damon, utterly in shock and desperate for him to lie. Bonnie waited for his response, jittery as she swallowed the lump in her throat threatening to make her burst into hysterics at any second.

Raking a hand through disheveled raven tendrils, Damon battled in his head. He could lie, he could mend everything with Elena right now and have her at his side. But that would completely shut himself off from his favorite red-head, and the mere thought of that sent him spiraling into a very dark place. With a heavy sigh and a dreadful look to the ceiling, Damon wiped his hand down his face.

"I never meant to hurt you, Elena. But—"

Elena's hand connected sharply with his face, slapping him hard enough to make her hand tingle.

Damon barely moved, but the pain radiate right into his chest.

"Elena!" Bonnie shouted, and ran over to Damon to shield him from her.

Her dainty digits traced softly over the red place where Elena had just hit him, trying to soothe him as much as heal him. Much to her delight, Damon cupped her cheek and swiped his thumb over it, letting her know he was grateful.

"I'm ok." He voiced only to her, his broken eyes boring down into hers.

Before Elena could scream at either of them, Matt burst through the door with Meredith stumbling closely behind. His sky blue eyes raged as he practically snarled at Damon. Meredith desperately tried to catch hold of him as she reached and reached for any part of him. He flung off every attempt.

"Matt! Matt!" Meredith called.

Matt stomped straight over to Damon with his hands clawed, ready to strangle the vampire. Damon gripped Bonnie's upper arm tight and went to shove her out of the way, but she, for once, escaped his hold as she twirled around and spread herself as wide as she could in front of him. Damon grasped either of her arms tightly, ready to move her at a moments notice. But Matt halted, seeing through the red enough to notice the strawberry head of the girl he cared about.

"Matt, stop!" Bonnie shrieked defensively.

Meredith idled right behind Matt, her stance looking ready to spring into action if needed.

"Move." Matt growled in a voice so low Bonnie wasn't sure if she was even speaking to the Matt she knew anymore.

Bonnie trembled but stood her ground, binging on the hope that he wouldn't hurt her.

"Take your filthy fucking hands off her!" Matt spat at Damon, practically foaming at the mouth.

But before Damon could retort, Matt swung. In the blink of an eye, Meredith lunged for Matt as Damon flung Bonnie aside and then spun back around to, not only evade Matt's fist, but catch him by the throat.

"Damon!" all the girls seemed to yell out in harmony.

Damon flung Matt against the wall, shaking the infrastructure of the room. He squeezed his hand hard around Mutt's throat and growled in his face, the entirety of its appearance having gone feral. All the girls gasped and froze in place as the blur of motion cleared from the human eyes. Matt was gasping for breath as he struggled against Damon's grasp.

Stefan appeared at the opposite end of the room just then but remained silent as he keyed into the girls' tension.

"Let's get something straight, Mutt! Bonnie is not yours, nor will she ever be. And if you ever try to hit me again, I will kill you. Your life means nothing to me." Damon spoke in a haunting tone that sent chills down Bonnie's spine.

"Damon…" Stefan called cautiously.

Matt choked as he face began to go purple.

"Damon, stop!" Bonnie yelled and Damon dropped Mutt to the floor.

Elena and Bonnie both rushed to Matt's side as he gasped for air, holding a hand up to his bruised throat.

"You don't deserve her." Matt spat through raspy, labored breaths.

Damon's lips quirked up on one side, "Couldn't agree more."

Tired of the drama, Damon turned and brushed passed Meredith.

"Damon!" she called softly, attempting to catch his shoulder to no avail.

Stefan watched his brother exit the room, his expression wrought with worry.

Elena stood from her place by Matt and called after Damon as she walked after him. Meredith succeeded in catching her. Her eyes were angry as they met her friend's deep blue ones.

"Your boyfriend is right there, maybe you should talk to him first?" she urged, pointing to Stefan. Elena's eyes suddenly turned guilty, sensing Meredith's disappointment. She nodded and went to Stefan.

"Can we talk somewhere else?" she asked him sweetly.

Meredith rolled her eyes and went over to Matt, still regaining his composure. She grabbed Bonnie by the arm and pulled her to a stand.

"Go talk to Damon, please."

Bonnie nodded but lingered as she looked to a hurt Matt, rubbing at his sore throat.

"Don't worry" Meredith smiled at her before turning irate green orbs on Matt, "I've got this idiot."

With that, Bonnie hurried out of the dining room in search of Damon, calling him with her telepathy.

Please don't ignore me again, Damon. Please.

Walk down the road from the boarding house just a little. You'll see me.

Slipping on some shoes she had left at the front door, she quickly exited and jogged down the long driveway until she reached the road. She looked to her left and to her right, not only checking for the rare sight of a car but also pondering over which way to choose.

Right. Damon answered, and she looked up to the sky to see his crow form fly overhead and into the thick patch of trees a few feet down the road.

Following his path, she swerved into the trees lining the road and picked up her pace until she saw him leaning against a slender tree. Involuntary tears poured from her eyes as she slowed her pace, the heartache of everything catching up to her. She clutched at her chest and cried audibly, strained breaths causing hiccups to emit from her parted lips. Damon looked over his shoulder at her and immediately pushed off the tree and closed the distance between them. He caught her in his arms just as she broke down sobbing.

"Don't push me away! Please! I need you!" she erupted through uncontrollable sobs.

Damon drew her into his chest tightly with one hand at the back of her head. His fingers dug into her mass of curls.

"Shh, shh…I'm not leaving, ok?" he said, feeling her fiery ringlets brush beneath his chin as the wetness at her eyes soaked through his shirt.

Bonnie's arms hugged him as tight as they could manage without snapping. Her fingers curled into the material of his shirt and tugged tight.

"Promise?" she asked, her face buried in his chest.

Damon took her face in her hands then and tilted her head up, "Bonnie, look at me!"

Bonnie quieted her hysterics as she was forced to look into Damon's dark eyes. His thumbs caressed her skin.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Looking deep into his eyes, she found nothing but honesty, and she knew it was true. But then his strong gaze faltered and fell from hers. She tightened her fingers impossibly more as they twisted into the cotton material.

"I just—I need to talk to her. I have to sort out all…" Damon waved a hand over his head in circles, "this."

Bonnie tears were silent as they dripped from her cheeks and hit the warm forest floor. She nodded weakly. Damon's fingers hooked beneath her chin and took up her face.

"Hey," he began in a soft voice, "I still feel the same way about you. Nothing has changed between us. I want you just as much now as before, ok?"

Bonnie's eyes melted against his until she felt an all too familiar fire spreading heat through her veins. Damon leaned down and placed a lingering kiss to her lips. They were soft, gentle, as they danced with hers. Tingles almost as gentle coursed along each cell of her body as she kissed him back with even more passion, letting him feel her heart and how much it longed for him. Just before the kiss overwhelmed him, Damon drew back from her and pressed his reddened lips to the back of her hand. He kissed it softly, but powerfully all at once.

"Let's get back inside. I'll stay with you for a while, ok?" Damon offered, leading her back down the road with her hand clasped firmly in his.

Bonnie followed along diligently, giving and receiving little hand squeezes along the way, if only for reassurance.

Sooo…how are we feeling? Six chapters left my lovelies! We've come so far... *happy tear* (,: