If this isn't the perfect day to post this chapter, then I don't know when is. It is Valentine's Day here, in the States, after all…


Darkness enveloped her room as she flipped the lamp on, creating a glow of warm, yellow hues. Hobbling to the window, she closed the pastel green curtains.

"Hi" Damon's voice broke through the silence.

Bonnie whipped around, screaming as she slammed her back against the dresser. The trinkets on top wobbled, some falling with a small smack. Seeing his strong, dark form looming in the doorway, Bonnie slapped a hand over her pounding chest and let out a long breath.

"I come in peace." Damon joked, inviting himself inside and closing the door behind him.

"What are you doing here?!" Bonnie asked, exasperated.

"I'm supposed to be healing you, remember?" he reminded, waltzing over to her bed and lying down, bare feet propping up onto the comforter. He propped one arm behind his head and smirked.

Bonnie's breaths slowed as her pulse crawled back to a normal pace and she looked over him. Black pajama bottoms hugged his narrow hips as they draped down his legs and brushed the tops of his feet. Bonnie bit into her lip as she looked over his torso, envious of the grey t-shirt that clung to him. "You—you said you weren't going to give me your blood…" her confused orbs landed on his.

Damon shrugged coolly, "I changed my mind." His brilliant teeth shined beneath his wicked smile.

"Elena made you?" she asked, expecting the alternative.

Damon shook his head, all playfulness gone from his face, "I decided on my own, actually."

Crossing her arms over her little chest, her fiery brows furrowed, "I thought it wasn't a good idea, I thought I couldn't handle it?"

Damon pulled himself upright, "I never said you couldn't handle it. I said most people can't handle it. I happen to think you'll handle it quite well."

He stood from the bed, taking each step towards her deliberately slow. Bonnie stiffened, moving one foot automatically backwards, "Why's that?"

Damon closed in on her and reached out, curling his fingers around the forearm locked at her chest. He pulled, ushering her forwards as he sauntered backwards toward her bed, "Because I have a plan, and I''m going to coach you through it."

Damon plopped down onto the edge of her bed, making it creak slightly as he bounced. Taking Bonnie by the hips, he turned her and pulled her onto his lap. He smirked to himself, hearing the increase of her heartbeat as she unconsciously snuggled into him.

With a short clearing of his throat, he focused his thoughts on Elena and the job he was here to do, "Now, first things first…" he brought his middle finger up to his mouth and, letting his fangs descend, nicked it.

Bonnie watched as a small ruby droplet formed at the tip of his finger.

"Relax…" the lips at her ear breathed, and she obeyed, letting him raise his bloody finger to her mouth.

Taking her delicate features in one hand, he pressed his fingers around her jaw, holding her head still as he brushed the blood drop over her cut lip. He smiled as the cut began to close, healing instantly.

"Open," he coaxed, feeling her heart pound beneath his fingers.

Looking to him for reassurance, she let her lips part and he dipped his finger in, swiping the remainder of his blood along her tongue. As if on instinct, Bonnie closed her lips around his finger and sucked. A small smirk tugged at his mouth, and he couldn't help thinking what a natural vampire she would make. Pulling his finger from her mouth, he automatically brought it to his and licked. Her flavor spread across his tongue and flashes of that night burst to life in his memory. Her floral taste lingering on his tastebuds as he basked in the feel of her skin beneath his exploratory fingers, sliding beneath her—

Damon yanked his finger from his mouth, berating himself for such a careless mistake. With a quick shake of his head, he locked the memories away and held tight to his focus. Releasing her jaw, his hand rested along her throat as he watched her face shift from anxiousness to wonder to disgust. Her nose scrunched and her mouth turned down as she smacked her tongue at his taste.

Damon laughed as she groaned, "It's not the grossest thing I've ever had. It tasted kinda good for a minute."

"You think you can handle it?"

Bonnie nodded against him, confident eyes sparkling as they looked up and back at him, "I can do it."

Wrapping a secure arm around her, he held her close as he got his wrist into position, "Just to be safe, I have a way for you to handle it better. But if you start to feel sick, just stop ok? You shouldn't need much."

Her curls mussed as she rested her head against his shoulder and nodded once more. "What do I do?" she asked earnestly, long lashes batting as she stared up at him.

A smirk spread on Damon's lips, and his heavy-lidded eyes swirled with a seduction Bonnie couldn't look away from. A spike of fear coursed through her body as the black of his irises spread like water from a broken dam, and deep, veiny lines crawled along his under-eyes. Beneath parted lips, sharp, toothy razors descended, "Remember who it is you're drinking from" he answered and then buried his fangs into his wrist, inky gaze never leaving hers.

Anxiety laced through the exhilaration flowing along her veins and she got the urge to run as she watched him pull the bloody wrist from his mouth and use his tongue to lap up the red liquid from his lips. She had no time to back out as Damon rushed his wrist to her mouth and, guiding her jaw open, shoved it between her lips. Bonnie gasped, feeling his blood trickle over her tongue. The coppery taste churned her stomach and she dug her into his forearm, suddenly unsure if she would be able to swallow.

Damon's arm tightened around her, "Bonnie, you can do this. Stop thinking about it. It's just me."

He felt her swallow a little as her throat bobbed beneath his hand, but it wasn't enough. Putting his lips to her ear, he coaxed her the best way he knew how, "That's it. Keep drinking. Just like when I kiss you and my taste is in your mouth. Remember?"

Bonnie nodded against him and swallowed a good amount of his blood, finding the strength to stomach it. Memories of his kisses flooded her brain, and she swallowed again, ignoring the overwhelming metallic flavor that had her going nauseous seconds prior.

"What do I taste like to you?" he continued, making sure she was fully distracted as he nuzzled into her, reveling in the scent of her blood rushing just beneath her skin, "When I kiss you so deeply that you can't think straight…"

Bonnie's eyes fluttered closed and she moaned against his wrist, nails digging further into his skin. She drank easily, electricity vibrating throughout her body as she let Damon's breathy talk recall forbidden memories to the forefront of her mind. The way his hand had snuck up beneath her—

Then his arm was being pulled from her grasp, and she was shocked from her daze. A blush crept up to her cheeks as she quickly unclamped her fingers from Damon's arm, embarrassed at how tightly she had been clinging to him as she swallowed his life down like it was melted chocolate. Her stomach felt perfectly settled as she calmed from the excitement of him, but lower, deeper inside her the ache remained.

Damon easily slid her from his lap and her butt hit the bed as he stood. Kneeling in front of her, he unwrapped the bandage from her ankle. Bonnie shivered as his fingers pressed gently into her skin, testing the area for soreness, but she felt nothing besides the sparks driving her nerves into a frenzy.

"Seems healed. Does it still hurt?" Damon questioned, looking up at her from beneath low brows.

Bonnie swallowed hard and licked her lips as she shook her head, "Nothing hurts."

"What about your wrist?" He asked, reaching for it and unwrapping the bandages there.

Bonnie watched his long fingers work, brushing along her skin as they carefully unwrapped her wrist. Her gaze flicked to his lips as they moved, wrapping so sexily around each letter they pronounced. But his words were lost on her as the only thing she could hear were the moans that had slipped from him that night. The forbidden sounds played loud in her head, raising goosebumps across her skin that heated without consent.

When she didn't answer, Damon turned his eyes on her, "Bon—"

The hazy redhead's body reeled as her lips connected with his. Taking his face between her hands, she leaned into him, reveling in the softness of his lips.

Damon's brows furrowed, confliction getting the best of him as his system ignited with the flames he kept simmered. His hands buried into her curls on their own accord, and his lips began to press into hers, kissing her back before he had deemed it ok. Head going fuzzy, he only vaguely realized he was climbing on top of her as he pushed her back onto the bed. Heavily lidded eyes rolled shut as he took her lower lip into his mouth and sucked, turning his world into a familiar darkness that carried only the best form of pleasure.

And then the yellow light of the room tore him from the darkness he desperately desired to return to. The tiny part of his brain yet engulfed in fire screamed at him, fighting with every ounce of power it had. Damon pushed her head back, reluctantly breaking their kiss as he shoved himself off her and let his head hit the mattress, lying flat on his back. His chest took shallow breaths as he dragged his hands down his face and stared up to the ceiling, attempting to tame the animal back into its cage. He had never been much of a prayer, but right then, he prayed for help to be faithful to the girl of his dreams. He had to go back to her. He wouldn't slip up again. But the lust in him only grew, eating away at his will to leave, to resist the lips that had kissed so needily along his.

"Damon, I—"

Damon held a hand up to silence her, trying to get his body to cooperate with his brain. But the feelings only lingered, and he could only listen as his subconscious chastised him. He groaned as her floral perfume invaded his nostrils, and his ears zoned into her heartbeat, thrumming beneath her ribcage. Heavy breaths puffed from her lips, glistening with the remnants of their kiss. Feeling the bed shift, Bonnie's tiny weight leaned against him, and then her lips were at his neck. Sparks shot through him and he growled, aggressively taking her head between his hands and stilling her.

"Please," she cried through hushed tones, and Damon's hands loosened. She kissed along the length of his throat, feeling the tension in his body as he fought against her. "I want you" she confessed into his skin, sucking at a particularly sensitive place in the crook of Damon's neck.

Every kiss she placed on him felt like hot iron as they seared into his skin, the burn lingering in their wake. Damon sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as her weight pressed into him. He fisted his hands, begging them not to dig into her thighs at either side of his waist.

"Bon—" he groaned through grinding teeth as the intoxicating redhead swirled her tongue along the susceptible skin she had been slowly sucking into her mouth. His fingers uncurled, inching towards Bonnie's bare legs and brushing their smoothness.

"Bonnie…" he huffed, "please, st—"

Her lips moved lower, kissing down the small patch of his chest that lie bare beneath the V of his shirt's collar. Damon growled, slamming a fist into the bed as he felt himself losing the battle. Bonnie's hands shook as he felt them trail beneath his shirt, hesitant as they ran along his bare chest. Every oversensitive nerve ending seemed to burn as her delicate fingers glided along his body. His control physically shattered.

With an agonized groan, Damon brought her face up to his and crushed his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, letting his anger melt against her mouth until he was just as hazy as she was. Any guilt-ridden part of him seemed to vanish; all he could feel was her body melting into his and her flavor seeping into his tastebuds. Damon reveled in the hotness of her mouth, letting himself explore it the way he had been craving to since that night not so long ago. Her soft moans in his ears drove him further and he shot them upright, breaking their kiss for only a second as he lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Bonnie tangled her fingers in his disheveled, midnight strands as his mouth reclaimed hers with torturously sloppy kisses.

Heat pooled in the lowest part of her body and every part of her tingled as she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing her center closer to him. His mouth traveled down her neck with hot, breathy kisses. She wriggled against the bulge slowly growing to meet her where she wanted it most, and her legs tightened around him.

"Damon," she whined, clawing at his bare back.

Suddenly, they were twisting and her back hit the bed. Damon hovered over her, obsidian crystals heavy with desire as he leaned on one arm, using the other to dive beneath the silky shorts barely covering her bottom. Feeling her wetness coat his finger, he slipped it inside her and caught her mouth in his as she moaned loudly, scratching the length of his arm. He watched her beneath heavy lids as she arched into him. Curling his finger, he massaged the deepest parts of her, basking in the cries of pleasure he drew from her mouth as she came undone underneath him. He added a finger, stretching her walls as he worked her closer to the edge. Small whimpers fell from her lips into his mouth as he kissed her over and over. With a few more strokes of his fingers, she tightened around him and threw her head back. Damon clamped a hand over her mouth as she cried out, contracting as she came down from her high. She whimpered as he withdrew his fingers from her, leaving her empty again. Her heart raced between palpitations as she watched Damon bring his hand up to his mouth. Salacious eyes examined the clear coating along his fingers before turning on her. Holding her heady eyes with his, Damon closed his lips around his fingers and licked them clean. All the breath in Bonnie's lungs left through her lips as she watched Damon slowly pull tantalizing fingers from his mouth and lick his lips, savoring her flavor.

Biting down onto her swollen bottom lip, amber gems traveled along his body, admiring each muscle until they landed at the prominent bulge just below the waistband of his pants. Her gaze lingered there, and, acting on instinct, she reached for it. Busy delighting in the taste of her, Damon tensed as he felt her hand pull at his waistband, her fingers attempting to reach beneath them. He caught her wrist in his hand.

"Bonnie, no…"

She pressed on, and Damon didn't have the strength to stop her as she slid her hand beneath his waistband and took him into her hand. He moaned, her touch sending unrelenting pleasure throughout his body. Still, his grip tightened around her wrist, halting its movements.

"Please," she begged, "Show me how. I want to make you feel good too."

Her plea hung between them for a moment as their heavy breaths clashed, milk chocolate eyes melting into pools of dark drowning in their own desire. With a groan, Damon surrendered, guiding her hand along his length. Falling onto his back, he clamped his lips into a hard line, sealing them shut as he fought back unwanted moans. Bonnie sped up her motions and gripped tighter, gauging his reaction all the while. The small grunts and groans slipping from his clenched jaw drove her on, and she moaned, chewing on her lip as his hips rocked with the rhythm of her hand, thrusting along her fingers. She moaned at the feel of him growing against her strokes, becoming hard as stone.

"Shit!" Damon groaned, intoxicated orbs rolling into the back of his head.

Warm liquid was running down their joined hands then, and Bonnie marveled at it, unintentionally licking her lips as she watched him ride out the release she had given him. Taut pectorals rose and fell in rapid motions as he fisted his fingers into her rumpled comforter and tensed. Then, he relaxed, looking just as dazed as she had felt only moments ago. Slowly, his eyes peaked open as he came down from his ecstasy, still staring at her with that desirous gaze he had down to an art. Uncaring of his mess, he rolled on top of her and began planting slow kisses down her throat. Hitching one leg around his hip, Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair and down his back.

His teeth were nipping along her collarbone when he froze, perking his head up.

"What's wrong?" Bonnie breathed, head still dizzy with his potent presence.

Faint, girly footsteps echoed in his ears, and he untangled himself from Bonnie as the weight of their actions began to sink into him. Quickly, he sped into her bathroom and cleaned himself off. In the same second, he had grabbed his shirt from the floor and yanked it back over his head.

"Damon!" Bonnie caught his arm in both her hands, stilling his haste.

"Please stay…" teary eyes pled with his, little hands pulled at his arm…his heart cracked open and bled.

"Redbird, I—" he choked, caressing her beautifully flushed features between his hands. He pondered over them as she nestled into his touch. Everything in him begged him to stay. But the footsteps looming closer told him that wasn't an option.

He pressed his forehead to hers, lingering for just a moment longer in her company.

"I'm sorry," she felt his loss as he ripped himself away, speeding into the hallway to return to her best friend and leaving her alone to patch the hole in her chest.

Tears poured down Bonnie face and she flung herself into her bed. Curling up to hold her fragmented pieces together, she bawled into her pillow so no one would hear how her heart broke.


I'll let you all decide if that was a happy chapter or not…lol!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone! ;)