A/N: This treading on some very taboo subject matter - XXX

I called in for work today; my cramps were so bad. First day period, and the worst time I'd had of it in a few months. Just the whole thing; flow, cramps, I had some acne break out, and I just overall felt like crap. I was insatiably hungry, and, of course, incredibly horny. That was genuinely the worst part of this. I had plenty of ibuprofen, a brand-new box of tampons, and plenty of food, but I couldn't feasibly have sex, and I certainly couldn't masturbate how I would want to. So, I was stuck, watching shitty daytime TV, eating ice cream, and feeling miserable.

I also had time to think…a lot, about everything…especially him.

After all this time I am still reeling over the fact that Damon Salvatore, of all people, would be my eternal mate. Although the attraction had always been tangible, Damon and I common interests, was simple; protect the ones we loved at all cost. I'd never been attracted to vampires although I'd be lying if I said, I was not attracted to Damon. He also scared the hell out of me, but I was far more intrigued than scared.

I sent him a text informing him I was not feeling well, but not giving any details. Not a moment later he called.

"Bon, are you okay?"

"Not really, but as the song says, it's just one of those days," I assured him I would be fine, but I just felt pretty bad today.

"I'll be over as soon as I can. Do you need anything, anything at all?"

I sigh as I look down at the nearly empty pint of chocolate ice cream, "Some ice-cream, chip chocolate, and something for dinner would be nice."

"You got it, babe, see you soon."

That's one thing I'd give him; Damon Salvatore genuinely, truly cared about me. It was endearing, but the fact that I don't ever call out for work had him in overdrive.

Just after seven, I heard the lock clicked as Damon let himself in. He came in with a grocery bag in one hand and a bag with Chinese takeout in the other, kicking the door shut behind him. He smiled pleasantly down at me as he made his way to the kitchen, quickly putting the ice cream in the freezer and setting the Chinese on the table. He came over behind me on the couch, grabbing my shoulders and massaging them lightly, then leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking into those piercing blue eyes of his, putting one of my hands on his shoulder.

He cleared his throat. "Nothing," he mumbled. "Just… um, nothing, what's going on with you?" He relaxed again, smiling at me with a concerned look still in his eyes.

I sighed. "The first day of my period," I admitted. "Fucking sucks. Cramps kept me from getting out of bed for a while this morning."

He made a face like he made a realization, then nodded, leaning down and kissing me again. "I'm sorry babe," he walked back to the kitchen table, removing the Styrofoam containers and prepackaged wooden chopsticks. He then rounded around the couch, sitting down next to me, and handed me a takeout container containing my much-craved Chicken Lo Mein.

"Thank you so much," I inhaled the aroma and began shoveling food into my mouth like I hadn't eaten in days. "This is exactly what I needed."

"Of course," he smiled, eating his own takeout food, Sesame Chicken. He doesn't always eat with me, given the whole vampire thing, but he told me at one point that sometimes he eats "normal" food because blood just gets boring, and he still can eat it, so why not? "I hope you feel better soon."

"I'll probably be at least functional tomorrow," I shrugged. "This is the worst it's been in a while." I groaned and shifted. "And honestly, I can deal with the cramps and all that, it's the fact that I'm just hungry constantly and… hormonal."

He gave me a look and a slight smirk. "Hormonal…What's that supposed to mean?"

Ah, men don't change, even when they're a century-old vampire.

"You know. Crying at anything slightly sad, pissed at anything slightly irritating, super horny but can't do anything about it," I explained, waving my chopsticks in the air to make my point.

"That sounds fun," his tone, sympathizing, but there was something else in his voice that I couldn't quite place.

"Mm, blast," I agreed sarcastically, taking another bite of my food. We ate in quiet for a while, only about half-finishing my food before I'm full… for now, anyway. With how I'm feeling, combined with the fact it was Chinese food, I'd be hungry again in an hour. I closed up my container and set it on the coffee table. After a while, Damon closed his and took both of ours back to the fridge before returning to the couch and cuddling up with me.

I laid up against him, head tucked under his on his shoulder, watching but not really watching TV. He leisurely ran his cool fingers through my hair, yet, he still seemed a little bit tense. I could feel the tension through our bond, I turned my head, leaning up and kissing him on his jawline, frowning a little bit.

"Hey, you seem a little on edge, is there something on your mind?" I asked, lightly rubbing my hand over his chest, hoping to try and calm him down a little.

He took a deep breath. "No, not particularly," he responded. "It's… uh, well, you just… you smell good…really good."

Oh, shit, right, he's a vampire. He drinks blood. And I currently had a pretty steady supply of that leaving my body. I raised my eyebrows a little, turning my attention back to the TV for a second. I thought about it…Then I sat upright and gave him a questioning look.

"Is this…" I stopped. "… Never mind." I leaned back into him, resuming our cuddling.

"What, Bon, don't leave me hanging?" he asked.

"Just… well, one, I don't want to bother you by making your stay here if I just smell like a hot meal, you can go to the cabin for tonight," I whispered, softly. "But like… this isn't something I can take advantage of, is it...? Oh, that's probably disgusting." I made a face at myself for even asking the question.

"You're not bothering me," he assured me. "And to answer your other question, yes, I can. Blood's blood kitten."

I nodded my head a little. "Fair enough."

"Plus, you did say you were horny not twenty minutes ago," he reminded me. "I hear orgasms can help with cramps. That's, what, three birds one stone?"

What a gentleman. I laughed a little bit.

"Are you sure?" I asked, leaning up to kiss his handsome jawline again. He turned his head down towards me, capturing my lips with his.

"As long as you are," he assured. "you seem more worried about it than I am."

"I know, other boyfriends I've had has dreaded me even mentioning this time of the month to them," I recalled, shifting to straddle over his lap and kiss him again. "So yeah, I'm gonna be worried, it grosses a lot of guys out."

He chuckled slightly, kissing me back. "Well, suffice it to say I'm a little different than them," he smirked that signature Damon smirk.

"A little, huh?" I joked. I got up off his lap, heading to the bathroom. "I'll be right back… Bedroom?"

He nodded in agreement, and I went back to my bathroom to grab a towel to put on the bed just in case and removed my tampon because that would just be… too much, no matter how not worried he was about this whole thing. I went back to my bedroom, where Damon was waiting on the edge of the bed and laid the towel down at about ass-level.

Damon swiftly pulled me into his lap, kissing me again, letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I reciprocated the gesture, running my hand through his dark and wild hair. Honestly, this was really nice; although the strangeness of the situation was not lost on me despite the fact. I admit I did find myself getting more comfortable with the idea of what was about to happen.

After a while of kissing, Damon moved me to lay down, letting me get comfortable. He removed my black boy-shorts and unsexy- panties in one swift motion, tossing them on the floor next to my bed. I bit my lip and averted my eyes as he laid between my legs. His eyes were on fire, he's eyeing me like… like a starving man eyeing a feast. Which, all in all, I sort of supposed he was; it had been some time since he last fed, I knew that much. I hadn't offered and he hadn't asked me in a while.

"Try not to scratch me up with your fangs, vampire," I warned teasingly, reaching down to run my fingers through his dark unruly hair again.

"I'll do my best, my sexy little witch" he teased back, before closing the gap between his mouth and my pussy. I moaned quietly as he licked slowly up my folds. He groaned as he tasted me, his silver-blue eyes shutting as he focused on getting his fill.

I was so sensitive, thanks to my hormones being all over the place, so even though his stimulation was mostly focused at my entrance, I found myself steadily working towards an orgasm. After a while of going after what he wanted, he started to pace back and forth with his mouth, giving my clit some much-anticipated attention before returning down, then up again, which was driving me crazy in the best possible way. The feeling of his tongue dive into me, deeper than I had anticipated, drove me to an explosive orgasm.

"Damon!" I moaned, shuddering as the climax washed over me, pulling on his hair slightly. He slowed, drawing out my orgasm gently before he pulled away slightly, looking up at me with those passionate baby-blues.

"Damn Bonnie, you taste so fucking good," he moaned, his voice nearly a growl. "Let me keep going, baby, you got a couple more in you, don't you kitten?"

His voice was partly desperate, partly feral; something I recognized from him only when he was hungry. Maybe this was a little bit more dangerous than I was anticipating, but I trusted him implicitly. He'd fed off of me many times, and I'm still here, unturned, living and breathing. This didn't even require him to break my skin.

I whined quietly as I felt his tongue on me again, then nodded my approval. "Yeah," is all I can manage to put it together. I gasped, my hips bucking into his mouth as he flicked his skilled tongue over my clit. He took his time sucking and licking over every inch of my pussy, groaning into me as if this was the best meal he'd ever had.

It didn't take long for me to be knocking on the door of my second orgasm, writhing under Damon's ministrations. I'd all but forgotten the fact he was getting something out of this. I felt amazing, cramps no longer bothering me, and at least two orgasms in a row… Can't get much better than this! My thighs squeezed down on his head gently but firmly as I crested a second time, "Damon...Oh, Damon!" moaning his name and gripping into his hair for dear life. He pulled away this time, and I was kind of surprised to see his face was not, in fact, covered in blood. He smiled up at me softly, this is a face I rarely see and part of me wanted to kiss him. Another part of me was extremely averse to that idea, so, I figured I'd thank him for another way.

"My turn," I smile, patting the space on my bed beside me, coaxing him to come to lay down. He obliged, crawling up the bed and laying on his back. I knelt beside him, still perched on the towel because despite everything I was still a little paranoid about staining my clean satin sheets, and tugged his pants off of him, throwing them on the floor with mine. He was already hard, unsurprisingly since he did just have his face buried in my pussy.

I wasted no time getting to work, licking a wide stripe up the side of his cock base to tip, then sucked on the head.

"Bonnie! My sexy little kitten! Ahhhh!" He moaned a noise he knew I loved to hear, running his fingers through my thick wavy hair as I worked. I swirled my tongue around him, feeling over the ridge, drawing more sounds from him. I used my hand to stroke him where my mouth wasn't for now, still giving attention to the head of his cock; while I knew that this approach wouldn't allow to him last long, I knew it would be intense. And, based on the way his hips bucked up into me after a little while, it was. I gave him a bit of a break, working more of him into my mouth and bobbing, keeping this steady pace for a while.

"So good to me," Damon mumbled, still running his fingers through my hair. He paused, a grunt coming from him as I took him particularly deep. "So warm, taste so good."

I took my mouth off of him, still pumping with my hand. "We are bonded, I can feel your emotions," I reminded him, smiling softly, going back to giving my attention to his head.

"Fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back towards the headboard. I quickened my pace a bit; he was getting close, and I was going to finish strong. After just a few more moments, he moaned my name, his grip tightening in my hair.

"Oh, Bonnie!" He reflexively pushed me down further onto his cock as he spilled into my mouth, and I swallowed every last delicious drop he gave me. Eventually, his grip loosened and I sat back up, taking a deep breath and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

He went in for a kiss and I ducked out of the way. "Nope. Not until we brush my teeth or use mouthwash or… something," I protested, putting my hand to his mouth to stop him. I already didn't love kissing him after he fed off of me, finding the metallic taste gross. This would just be a new level of gross.

"Alright, fair enough," Damon chuckled, instead opting to brush my loose curls out of my face. He scooted towards the edge of the bed, going to get up. I found myself yawning, suddenly exhausted from having two orgasms in a row.

Damon looked at his watch and then back at me. "Bon, it's only nine…"

I shrugged. "Listen, this whole menstruation thing is exhausting, and you just made me cum twice," I explained, moving to get up myself. "Think I may just turn in early."

He stopped me, looking like he was thinking about something. I squinted at him a little bit, trying to determine if this was good or bad. Before I could conclude, he spoke. "Do I mind if, uh… I keep going?" he asked. "You can sleep, I mean. I know that's a lot to ask, so no pressure, but…" He trailed off, waving his hand in the air vaguely as if that was going to finish his sentence.

I didn't really even need to consider it. "Sure," I said, shrugging again. "As long as you don't wake me, have fun."

"You really are so good to me," he smiled that sexy devilish smile then got up and ran out of our bedroom to our bathroom. He came back with a minty-fresh breath and kissed me, which I happily reciprocated.

After quickly doing my nighttime routine, which consisted of brushing, and brushing my hair into a high bun, I laid back down, quickly drifting off to sleep.

I woke the next morning feeling much more well-rested than I anticipated. I honestly felt amazing, and the morning just got better when I realized Damon was snuggled up behind me, his face nestled into the back of my neck. I fumbled over to my end table, picking up my phone and–

"Damon, I'm going to be late!" I nearly shouted, attempting to throw myself out of bed before his arms wrapped around me and held me down. I forgot how strong he was.

"It's fine," he mumbled, kissing my neck softly. "Already called in… got another day off work little kitten."

I rolled and turned to face him, staying in his arms. "Thanks," I kissed the tip of his nose and settling back into the warmth of the bed and the blankets I was wrapped in. I then had another realization–my shorts were back on. "Umm, did I wake up last night?"

Damon hummed a positive response. "'Yeah, Bout three," he answered, still not opening his eyes. "Surprised you don't remember, practically had to carry you, those sexy little legs wouldn't work." A lazy smile spread across his face.

There was definitely an ache in my thighs that wasn't there last night. But that was a problem for later. Right now, I just had to sleep in with my bonded, my Damon.