First Comes Love
When Bonnie had first walked into the Grill her plan was to get the apple pie, and leave she wasn't joking she was positively starving. While she waited, she took in the atmosphere of the bar/ restaurant. The restaurant always reminded her of the pubs she used to frequent when she visited her mother in London. There was even a dart board on the wall which had a small crowd gathering near it. It was surprisingly busy for a Tuesday. Looking at her watch Bonnie noticed that it was almost 9:00 pm. No wonder I'm so hungry. She thought to herself.
That's when she notices a guy at the pool table wiping the floor with some frat guys. Oh my god he's beautiful! She thought to herself. He was dressed in an expensive suite which was unbutton exposing some of his pale skin, with his sleeves rolled up, and tie undone he gave off a casual demeanor. But the way he played pool he was anything but, he studied the table with a focused intensity, each shot was planned, and coordinated.
As she watched him line up the next shot, she admired the way his lean muscular frame bent over the table, with his dark hair brushing the collar of shirt Bonnie felt her mouth water a little bit as his graceful fingers caressed the pool cue in his hand. What's wrong with me? She asked herself in despair. She never had such a visceral reaction to a pretty face. It's been two years since you had any, maybe you should cut yourself some slack. She reasoned with herself.
It wasn't that Bonnie was a nun she was just busy with her work at G.F.P. Maybe while she was home, she can engage in a little fun, and let lose Caroline would certainly. Smiling to herself at that thought she reluctantly turned away from the guy to focus on something else. She didn't notice when he looked up from the pool table and spotted her.
Bonnie saw him approach her out the corner of her eye. She also noticed he had a smirk on his face, along with a cocky strut she rolled her eyes. He probably thinks he's God's gift to women. Her logical side thought. But he is! He's the best kind of gift. Her hidden freaky side argued. "Hey Alex, another shot of bourbon!" He called over the din to the bartender.
"Hello." He greeted in a husky voice after he placed his drink order.
Bonnie studied him for a second noticing how well he wore his age. Which had to have been in the late thirties to early forties with compelling,and intensely blue eyes. But as enamored as she was with his good looks, she wasn't going to let on that she found him attractive. So, she answered him with a cool "Hey." instead. She then turned back to facing the dining room clearly dismissing him.
She smiled to herself when she noticed him flushing out the corner of her eye. He must not have been used to being dismissed by the opposite sex because he tried again not put off by her rudeness. He cleared his throat.
"Are you waiting for someone?" He asked politely.
"No." She answered not even bothering to turn around.
She heard him take a deep breath trying again. Well he is persistent. She thought to herself. A quality she admired in people.
"My name is Damon." He introduced himself holding out his hand.
She looked at his outstretched hand a second before taking it. "Bonnie."
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"I can't believe Rousseau's is still there!" Damon exclaimed. "That place is such a dive."
"Hey!" Bonnie said in mock outrage. "That place was a lifesaver to me when I barely had two cents to rub together so don't be disrespectful." Referring to the two for one gumbo night, half price po'boy's and all the hurricanes one could drink. Camille O'Connell was good people and was a comfort to her while she attended Southern University.
Damon held up his hands in surrender before took a bite out of his bacon cheeseburger. He, and Bonnie had been talking for almost an hour, and he was pleasantly surprised at some of the things they had in common, Rousseau's in New Orleans being one of them.
He watched as she attacked her own cheeseburger, and fries with enthusiasm not ashamed to eat like a person instead of a rabbit in front of him. Once she let down her guard, he found her to be funny, engaging, and bright. It was the first-time since Kat he didn't just want sex from a beautiful stranger.
"Her Uncle taught me to play pool before he took his vows. "He informed her as she popped a French fry in her mouth.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "No way!" Clearly not believing him. The Father Kieran she knew was a bit stodgy.
"I was flirting with Cami, and I guess I was annoying her. She than told me if I could beat Kieran, she'll treat me beignets at Café Du Monde."
"So, what happened?" Bonnie asked intrigued.
"I got my ass handed to me." He said laughing ruefully. "Of I couldn't stand losing, so I came back every day. I must have lost at least a thousand dollars till he took pity on me."
Bonnie chortled with glee. "Well Cami left to get her doctor's in psychology degree at Cambridge." But Vincent, and Marcel still hold their Karaoke Jazz night on Friday's." She informed him.
Just than the Avenger's theme went off on her phone causing her to flush guiltily. "Oh God! Dad I'm so sorry." She said guilt-ridden when she answered the phone. "I... uh ran into a friend we lost track of time."
Damon looked down at his plate hiding his smile it seems Bonnie was a bad liar. He continued to eat his food while listening to her conversation.
"You can't do that. That's blackmail." She said indignantly. "Fine one batch of Gram's chocolate cookies, and all-day fishing on Sunday at the creek." The person on the other end said something else. "Yes, I love you too." She finished hanging up her phone.
"I didn't mean to keep you from anything." Damon apologized.
Bonnie waved him off. "My dad's a bit of a drama lama when it comes to his sweets, but he'll be okay."
Looking around he did notice there was a bigger crowd than earlier. He also noticed Ric was sipping a soda waiting patiently for him to leave. Not wanting to cock block him, Ric waited till Bonnie was in the bathroom to tell him Klaus wanted to meet him, and Hayley in New York tomorrow afternoon.
"Hey, you want to get out of here?" He suddenly asked her.
Bonnie hesitated a quick second. "Sure. Where do you want to go?"
"How about my place?" Damon suggested hopefully.
"Sure." Bonnie answered surprising them both. "I rode my bike here, why don't I follow you back to your place."
They both got up from the table to settle their bills. Damon noticed Alex slid a box with a pie in it towards her. Grabbing his coat, he waited while she did the same, before leaving.
"Whoa is this your bike?" He asked in awe when they stepped outside. Damon was a major gearhead anything dealing with a motor made him salivate. Bonnie's FN M86 Super Sport was the most gorgeous thing he's seen on two wheels.
"Isn't she perfect?" She asked enjoying his reaction. "Shelia was a gift from my grandmother before she died." Bonnie confided to him.
Damon squeezed her hand softly when heard the catch in her voice. He waited for her to continue.
"She used to zip around campus, and according to her that's why my grandfather fell in love with her." Bonnie said fondly.
Ric finally pulled up behind her bike in a sleek black town car
"Bonnie this is Ric." Damon said introducing them. "You're going to follow him back to the house. It's a shame you don't have an extra helmet. I would love to ride her."
Bonnie smiled as she secured the box on the back of the bike, as Damon watched. "I'll give you a ride next time." She said leering at him up and down as she put her bike gloves, and helmet on before sitting on the seat.
Damon blushed at her suggestion It's been a while since he did that. Damon kept checking behind him to make sure Bonnie didn't change her mind before he finally got in the car.
They made it back to his house in fifth teen minutes. Ric parked the car before Damon got out, watching as Bonnie pulled in on the side, shutting off the engine before taking off her helmet, and then grabbing the box off the back seat. They both waved goodnight to Ric while he backed up, before leaving the driveway.
"So, do you want something to drink?" Damon asked nervously once inside. He took the box from her and placed it on the kitchen on the counter, trying to calm his nerves. He hadn't felt this insecure since he was in college. He could swear his both hands were sweating.
"No, I'm good." She declined politely. She had already removed her jacket and placed it on a hook. Her cupid shaped mouth was in a thoughtful pout as she looked around.
Damon upon seeing those lips looking so pouty brought his head down to hers and began kissing them fervently. He groaned in her mouth wantonly as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. It was one of the hottest, sweetest he had in his life, becoming even more turned on.
She broke apart breathing heavily looking at him in hunger. "That was unexpected." Bonnie said trying to regain her composure. "Do it again."
"As the lady commands." He said obligingly.
This time, Damon didn't hold back he slowly tongued his way into her mouth, demanding she follow his lead. Bonnie didn't disappoint her tongue danced against his. She carded her fingers through his hair then down his neck slowly before moving towards his ass.
When Bonnie reached his butt, she pulled him even closer lifting her right leg so she could grind wantonly against his growing erection. Damon picked her up in his powerful arms forcing her to wrap her legs around him not once breaking from his lips.
He moved away from her lips and begin to work on her neck where he feasted on it like he was a vampire.
"Please...Please!" She begged needed more. Needing more of what, she couldn't say. All she knew was she wanted to this beautiful man to consume her, and she wanted to do the same to him.
While she was still wrapped around him, he moved his hands from her back, and began unbuttoning her shirt slowly hands skimming over every inch of her flesh. By the time the night was over he was going to know every inch of her body, and soul. When he was done unbuttoning her shirt, he carelessly tossed it on the floor before gently putting Bonnie back down on her feet and stepping away from her.
"Show me what you want baby." He said hoarsely his heated gaze burning and consuming her.
"I want you here." Bonnie said placing both her hands on her both breasts kneading them. She slowly slid her hands down her stomach towards her covered mound. "I need you here." She whispered sucking her lips in between her teeth.
Licking his lips, he stepped closer to her unhooking her bra. "Freaking beautiful." he whispered letting the lacy green number drift to the floor.
"Let me see you Damon." she moaned in his ear. She sucked on ear gently as he toed off his shoes, not wanting to lose contact with her mouth Damon left his socks on as he took off his pants and boxers. His shirt skimmed the top of his butt. "Freaking beautiful." She said echoing his words from earlier.
He kissed her one more time before taking her hand and leading her to the guest bedroom.
AN: Cigarettes anyone?