Chapter Title: Nirvana
"So I was thinking…" Bonnie started to say. Slowly, uncertainly. She had been having this particular train of thought for weeks now. Caroline had been gone for four weeks now and she expected the thoughts and this particular desire to subside over time but it just wasn't going away. It had been a fleeting thought when she was preparing the amulets for Caroline, to think that if she, had decided to go on a trip, she wouldn't need any kind of weapon since she was the weapon herself and the thought had built up from there.
"About what?" Damon asked, looking up from where he stood making lunch for the two of them.
"You know…" Bonnie shrugged, then realizing Damon may not have seen the gesture because both their heads were bowed, she continued. "Remember when we went for that camping trip?"
"Vaguely…" Damon answered, his tone light and a chuckle following right afterwards.
"Silly." She couldn't hold back her own chuckle but got somber almost immediately after. "Remember when I told you about wanting to travel and do all manner of things?"
"Vaguely…" He responded again, choosing not to overwhelm her. He realized she was having a bit of struggle voicing out her thoughts and he wasn't about to push her.
"Well, after working on Caroline's charms for her trip, I just really started feeling very overwhelmed." She started fiddling with her fingers on top of the kitchen island.
Damon turned around sharply, holding a ladle in his hand like armor as his eyes perused her, concern bubbling in his features. "Did you use too much magic? Is that it?"
"No no, that's not what I mean." She held her palms up quickly, shaking her hands for emphasis. "I wanna travel, too." That slipped out. She hadn't meant for the words to just fall out gracelessly. She had planned to say it with a little more poise but now, her hands stopped and she sat there biting into her lip, eyes wide as she judged his expression.
"Oh." He was shocked –that much was clear – and his mind was working at an accelerated rate.
"Is it too much?" She asked, uncertain.
"Bonnie, I'm not about to hold you down for my selfish reasons. I told you I was gonna support you no matter what you decide." He let out a slow breath. He meant that, he realized. He just hoped she somehow believed him even though he may not have sounded sincere given the circumstances.
"Yeah I know but we're still so new into this and it feels a bit like wrong timing for me to be having these thoughts about –"
"Escaping me?" Damon grinned, teasing. He had gotten over the initial shock of her statement and was back to his usual self. Later, he will take time to digest her words but for now he was determined to not let her feel any anxiety where he was concerned. "I mean, I do understand why you'll feel that way. I am hot cake after all." He grinned lopsidedly, waving the ladle at his body.
"Damon, I'm being serious." She sighed softly.
"I know." He shrugged. "I have no intention of being grim about things while you're being grim about them. It'll be too depressing." He squinted, looking back and realizing she wasn't still chipper about it. He dropped the ladle and switched off the stove, moving to stand in front of her across from the kitchen island. "Look, you want to travel… I wish you'll be with me every minute of every day but that's not plausible and it doesn't make sense so we'll do what makes sense. How about we agree on that?"
"You're being too happy about this." She mumbled.
"Believe me, I'm not. Internally, I'm sitting on the floor throwing a kiddie tantrum and kicking my legs around but I said I was going to be mature so I'm trying to live by my word." He says, then smiled when she saw her finally start to smile.
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking about everything but her travel. He realized he was going to work on that slowly, at his own pace and not rush into feeling okay about the impending absence.
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Over the next few weeks, Damon found himself thinking about what Bonnie had told him. She hadn't brought it up again and he didn't push her to. He figured when she was ready to talk about it again, she would.
But after going back to school, he waited another few weeks and started wondering if Bonnie had trashed the whole idea on his account. After a few dates and hangouts, he started to genuinely get concerned about that.
One evening, when the concern grew into fullblown worry, he reached for his phone and dialed her number. A few rings and she was on the line telling him all about her day. Her energy was almost enough to make him forget the reason why he called and he was about to hang up after more than an hour of hearing her talk about Caroline and school and the new hot lecturer, when he chipped in "When are you leaving?"
There was a pause on the line, a silence in which Damon wondered if he probably shouldn't have said anything but when her answer came, he was glad he had. "Probably at the end of the semester. I'm still deciding how long it should be.""Damon…" She started to say quietly.
"Allow. This is one of the rare moments when I'll pout about this so let me do all the pouting I can do before I slip back into my poised mode." He says honestly.
"Okay, I'll pardon this behavior for a moment." This time, she had a smile on her face. Perhaps she had wanted him to be sad about it, without realizing it. Because, now, hearing him talk about her leaving in this way was setting her mind at ease.
"What do I do when I miss you?" He asked quietly. Tentatively. It had crossed his mind briefly to suggest going with her but he had squashed the idea almost immediately. It was her coming of age trip and he wasn't going to mess with that. If she wanted them to travel together, she would have said so. He wanted that for her. The time off, the peace and off duty of not having to worry about everyone's life and safety.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out… people do all manner of things so you'll find the one most suitable for you." She provided, teasing.
"Maybe I'll pick up art." Damon thought out loud.
"Damon, I love you, but there is no artistic bone in your body. None." She laughed loudly, imagining how that particular endeavor might go. "I think it's because you're not romantic."
Damon gasped. "Bonnie Bennet, you take that back."
"What? I'm serious." She laughed. She was being serious though. Damon didn't really do the romance thing. He just handled everything like he would. Naturally. Without much effort. So he wanted to go on a date? He calls to schedule one. Does he want to give flowers? No need to add sweet words, he'd just hand them out. He was brutally honest about everything and his natural charm and that old school chivalry was what made him so damn attractive but it stopped there. Poems and whatnots… nope. Just no.
"I am the most romantic man ever." He challenged, determined to fight for his honor. His street cred was at stake here.
"Sexy, yes… Romantic, Damon no." She elaborated.
"I wooed you, didn't I?" Damon suggested confidently. "Effectively too, if I may add."
"No, you may not. And the fact that you thought it right to use the word woo is just…"
"What?" He laughed.
The banter over the phone continued late into the night. They seemed to have made peace with whatever was bothering them and were now comfortable with talking about everything. Including Bonnie's impending travel.
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"I figured out what works for me." Bonnie says the moment Damon pulled open the door to the Salvatore Boarding house. It has been more than two weeks since she saw the man. Yes, they spoke on the phone regularly but she realized it was not the same as seeing him. She tried to tell herself to see it as a mock examination of sorts for when she travelled. It only lasted her this far. When she got to that river, she would cross it but now, while they were within driving distance of one another, there was no way in hell she was going to deprive herself of this particular pleasure.
"What?" Damon looked as confused as he sounded, brows furrowed as his brain worked at an accelerated rate trying to figure out the meaning of her words and what the premise – which he obviously missed somehow, – was.
"When I miss you, I don't close my eyes and see you. I jump in a car and come to you." She laughed and lunged at him.
"Bon…" was all he could say before her lips met his in a kiss.
She moved closer to him, and hesitantly, plants a soft kiss on his bottom lip, acutely aware of his hot breathing through his nose. He parts his lips for her. Gently she takes his bottom lip slowly into her mouth and begins to suck tenderly, feeling the soft flesh of his lip fill the entrance of her mouth.
She stopped, and he slowly moves his lips to the corner of her parted mouth, and touches this space gently with his tongue, repeatedly, driving her wild and Bonnie let out a small whimper. Damon drew back to watch her, slowly, a loving smile crawling up his face which mirrored the one on her face. He kisses her more fervently, parting her lips with his, gently touching the tip of his tongue against hers, before swirling his tongue around inside of her mouth. She tastes the individuality of his breath, this warm, wet and slimy intimacy causing her to nearly lose her mind.
Without breaking stride, he superspeeds them up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Slow caressed against the creases of his pants, feeling his growing bulge through the fabric of his pants. Feeling like a vixen, she pushed him down onto the bed and had to channel all the energy of her ancestors, into not breaking character and laughing at the look on Damon's face. He recovered quickly though, because his next words were;
"I want you to take off your clothes."
Bonnie was a bit taken aback by his words but slowly, biting into her bottom lip, she started to unbutton her blouse. When she got to the last button, she slipped the blouse off one shoulder and then the other, revealing a sheer, peach-colored bra with embroidered lace.
She moved on to her jeans, unfastening them and pulling them down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up, turning slightly to show him her ass. She was wearing matching peach-colored panties, lacy and sheer, which showed off her shapely derriere.
"Now, your bra," Damon said.
She gave him a sexy look and reached back and unclasped the bra and let it fall, holding her arms modestly across her chest.
"Panties." He says easily, softly, almost as if his words carried a spell that could undress her.
She reached down, sliding her fingers under the lacy panties and ever so slowly inched them down past her hips. She leaned forward, arching her back, and pulled them off. Her eyes were fixed on him throughout.
When she stood back up, she reached up to her hair, freeing it from the clasp and letting it fall over her shoulders. She planted her hands on her hips, with her chest out, her perfect breasts standing high, her nipples pert and upturned. She had let her hair grow out over the last few months and were just brushing the top of her cleavage.
"you're gorgeous." Damon thought, and had no idea the words slipped past his lips. She slowly put one knee on the end of the bed, then the other. Then she was on all fours, slowly moving toward him, her hips swaying like a lioness.
"Your turn," she whispered, pressing a kiss to his lips.
She lay on the bed, propping her head up with her crooked arm, to enjoy the show. Damon just hopped onto the bed on his knees and started to take his shirt off, like a typical guy. Bonnie, wearing a playful glare, flicked her wrist to stop his movements. "tsk tsk." She expressed her displeasure. "I'm not about to be denied a worthy Damon Salvatore show." Laughing, he jumped up from the bed, standing at the foot of the bed and began his striptease by dancing slowly, turning in circles, and rotating his hips.
"Ooooohhh!" she encouraged with a playful wiggle of her brows. "Take it off!"
Damon hammed it up, making a big show of unbuttoning his sleeves and revealing his arms. When the last button of his shirt was undone, he pulled it off dramatically and tossed it aside. Bonnie laughed throughout.
"Now the pants!" she said, egging him on.
He unfastened his jeans and pulled them down with both hands, his hips thrust forward. Underneath he was wearing briefs, and slowly, dancing amidst obvious humor, he pulled down his briefs too, standing naked before her.
Damon paused at the end of the bed, looking at Bonnie there, naked legs semi-spread with bare shaved pussy beaming at his face. Her body was thin except her butt. Something about those hips could make a man's loins ache.
"Are you joining me or going to just enjoy the view?" She said, waving her index finger to tell him to get over here.
Wordlessly, Damon mounted the bed and without a word, leaned in and shoved his face deep into her groin. The musky odor of her sex was washed over him tantalizingly. He planted dozens of little kisses all over Bonnie's outer lips. They were quite swollen with desire and he could detect a fair amount of moisture too. He then began working his tongue up and down her dewy slit getting deeper and deeper with each pass. He lapped at her dampness in her vaginal opening and stuck his tongue into her as deeply as I could. Her taste, smell and feel were like an aphrodisiac to him as his tongue worked its wonders on her.
The attack of his tongue working its way in and out of her made Bonnie gasp in surprise. His well-used arms enveloped her leg, making escape impossible for her. "Oh my god," she whispered as her eyes rolled back in her head, back arching off the bed. All laughter and humor was forgotten at this point and all she felt, all her body allowed her to feel, was pleasure, coursing from Damon's tongue to her labia, flicking and sucking till she was in ecstasy. Hungrily he continued his assault on her pussy. His tongue moved from in and out to lapping underneath her clit.
"Fuck," Bonnie gasped, fingers finding their shaky way into his unruly hair. "Just like that... Ahhhhhh!" Her body quivered, hips jutted out as she met his mouth, sharp stabs of pleasure racking her whole body.
He pulled his head back to look at the deep flushed flesh of her pussy and the perfect symmetry of her before he gently began sucking her clit between his lips, still running the tip of his tongue over it, as he carefully slide one, then a second finger into her tight wet hole. Damon's teeth softly bit and pulled on her clit as his fingers rubbed the inside walls of her hole, finding her 'g' spot, rubbing against it until he felt her thighs tighten around his head as her juices began to flow out of her. He rubbed faster and harder as he sucked and licked her clit till she cried out "I'm cumming!"
Her legs tightened around his head and her heels dug into his back as her hands pressed his face tighter into her pussy, and he felt her orgasm with her when she finally went off the edge.
He gave her a few extra licks, not wanting to dry her up for what's coming next because Damon was sure he wasn't done with her just yet. When he pulled away and looked up, it was to see Bonnie, eyes closed and lips parted wantonly as she recovered from her high.
"Did I kill you successfully?" He asked as he hovered over her, looking down at her face and the humor was back. They never could remain serious for long.
When Bonnie's eyes slowly cracked open, it was to be met with the sight of his humor-filled ones. Her face made a fraction of the frown and she said simply; "Less talk more fornicating."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a fake salute in the form of a wink.
Her arms wrapped around him as their lips locked. She moaned softly as she felt his lips and tongue moving over her neck and shoulders, then gave a quick gasp as they moved over her left nipple. Damon took her nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and teasing it with the tip of his tongue before gently biting it. His hand moved to her other breast, caressing it and lightly pinching and pulling the nipple as his other hand moved down over her firm tummy, using only his fingertips to softly tickle and tease her.
His tongue moved between her breasts, lightly licking his way to her right breast, moving it in ever smaller circles until he was circling her nipple, occasionally flicking across the tip, before sucking on it. He teased her other breast with his fingers and hand, enjoying the firmness of her soft boob and her small but erect nipple. His dick fell easily against her sensitive labia, as if it knew where it belonged and with every kiss and every touch, he rubbed against her sensitive lips.
"Don't tease me, I need you inside me," Bonnie demanded as she pulled her lips away.
Moving his hip, Damon propped myself up and began working his cock into Bonnie's, now drenched, opening, sinking slowly into her depths, feeling her tightness and her warmth wrap around his dick.
"feels so good." She cried! When he got all the way in, he pulled back out slowly until he was barely inside and then pushed back in all of the way. He kept up this slow tempo for quite some time because it felt so good. They moaned in unison as Damon fucked her at a slow, steady pace. Their arms and legs were a tangle between mind-blowing kisses and fondled flesh.
"You're going to be the death of me…" Damon said as his cock bottomed out her pussy, consistently marveling at how she fit him like a glove. "You feel so good."
Bonnie's hips met his as he thrust down into her, the room filled with the sound and aroma of their lovemaking. Damon leaned down to press a kiss to her bared neck, and Bonnie rolled them over till she was on top. Pressing her palm to his chest, she whispered, "Phasmatos venerem stimulat" Bonnie began rising and lowering herself on him and as he watched her tits bounce up and down, he felt like he was going to explode into different particles of pleasure. It was the spell, he realized.
He didn't need to ask what kind of spell it was because this… this intensity and sensitivity, the strokes felt hyper heightened and he felt everything. Every hum, every breath, every slide of her tight walls on his cock was felt a million times over. He thought he was going to pass out from the sensations and from the look of things, how Bonnie's lips parted, her head fell back and forward bonelessly as she rode him, she was feeling the same thing.
The sight was mesmerizing and Damon reached out, feeling like he had fire at his fingertips, to hold on to her thighs. It wasn't enough. Not for him, and obviously not for her because her hand reached for his and guided his hand to her breasts. Insatiably, Damon fondled and groped her perky tits, pinching and flicking her nipples. "YES!!" She screamed in wanton abandon. She wasn't usually loud during sex but who could blame her when she was feeling everything a thousand fold.
Palms still pressed to his chest, she planted her knees on the mattress and leaned over him, ass up in the air till only the tip of his cock was inside her. Damon's hands moved to wrap tightly around her waist, keeping her in that position as he started thrusting into her from below. Their moans sounded like a symphony to them, their bodies reacting in unfamiliar ways.
"Don't slow down!" She urged, eyes locked on his. "That's it. Just like that, baby"
A bend of his head gave him access to neck and earlobe. He nibbled light on her neck in small bites to her ear lobe.
"I am going to make you cum until you can't take it anymore," Damon whispered in her ear.
"Promise?" She whispered back, her body already telling her he was so close to fulfilling that promise.
"Are you going to cum for me again?" He asked playfully as her body trembled, spasming uncontrollably.
"Uh, huh," Bonnie managed to get out between moans. She couldn't close her eyes and she couldn't keep them open either. She felt torn from the inside out.
He smashed into her faster now. Silently, Bonnie's mouth was open in shock as he could tell another orgasm was coming. Her nails dug into his chest like she was clinging to him for dear life.
"That's it," he told her as his deep, mesmerizing eyes locked on hers. "Show me how much you like having me inside you, Bon."
"Oh fuck! Damon, I'm going to cum!!" Bonnie gasped, breathless, as her knees started to tremble. She was outright thrashing now against him, her whole body ablaze with her orgasm and she could barely hold herself up. She felt every thrust hit her g-spot, felt him touch her deep inside her, and her walls clenched, tight, holding him in place, coaxing till silently, Damon's orgasm followed hers. Her climax was almost bone breaking. When it stopped, Damon stopped as well. He shifted, moving her body easily so she was comfortably lying on top of him. They both groaned from post-orgasm bliss.
"You." Damon says after a while when they caught their breath, punctuating every word with a dramatic pause. "Are. Going. To. Be. The. Death of me."
"I'm sorry." Bonnie responded, realizing even in the post orgasmic glow that perhaps she could have asked first
"New spell?" He asked.
"Yeah… I've been trying it out to see if it works." She whispered, wrapping her arm around him as she settled comfortably in his curves.
"So you've been having all the fun without me." Damon whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"It's not quite as potent when I do it by myself." Weakly, still feeling the aftereffects of the intense orgasm thanks to that aphrodisiac spell she had cast earlier, she lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest to look at him. "When I can think properly and clearly, I'll decide if it's the arousal or if it's because I made the spell with two people involved that's why it worked this effectively."
"I don't mind what you do… Just know I'm your loyal lab rat whenever you try out pleasure spells." Damon provided, palms rubbing possessively up and down Bonnie's smooth, back.
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