The Bamon Diaries - Song Inspired Collections

by MistressSymone

A series of Damon/Bonnie one-shot or two-shot stories inspired by some of my favorite songs. Some will be off-canon from the show, others will be AU or AH. Song suggestions will be considered.

2. 2 If This is Where I Leave You

If This Where Is I Leave You

Summary: Season 6 – They never thought they were getting out. A year has passed in the prison world, and Bonnie and Damon have succumbed to their sexual attraction. Rated M for some smut.

Song Inspiration: Sanctuary – Welshly Arms

This is our sanctuary
We can find shelter and peace
This is our sanctuary
You are, you are safe with me
This is our sanctuary
We can find shelter and peace
This is our sanctuary
You are, you are safe with me
You are, you are safe with me

We share this hurt, we share the pain
All of our dirt is washed in the rain
We've walked that road, we've felt that shame
Mmh, times, they are changin'

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Bonnie pushed her food around on her plate, blankly staring down at it as if it carried the answers to all her problems. Her stomach was turning in knots and she felt like the ground might open up and swallow her whole; she almost wished it. How stupid could they be? Of course, this was just her luck. After a year of searching for a way out, a year of plotting and scheming and trying to get her magic back, it was when they finally gave up that the path home became clear. It was when they finally admitted to each other that this friendship was something more, that hope finally came knocking...literally.

The day Kai showed up on the boarding house doorsteps felt like a monumental shift in their whatever-ship, as they aptly named it. They were more than just friends, but less than lovers. It was more than just sex, but it was less than love…whatever it was, it was the only thing they had to cling onto here. But the day Kai appeared, proving they weren't alone, and telling them there was a way out, the whatever-ship started the crumble. The whole foundation was built on the fact that this was it for them; they would never make it home, they would never see their friends, never see Elena or Jeremy ever again. They would never have to answer for their actions. Now the guilt was starting to weigh heavily on her, so much so, she could barely meet his gaze most days.

There were days when he'd slip into the bed behind her, snaking his arms around her waist, and placing gentle kisses on her shoulder, and she would let him…but it didn't stop her from silently crying herself to sleep. Then there were days when she'd leave the house, for hours at a time, working on honing her magic, working on the spell with the ascendant, cleaning Grams' house from top to bottom, anything just to avoid the deep blue eyes that begged her to talk to him. She envied how well he was taking this; he didn't seem to be conflicted at all, acting as if nothing has changed. Everything had changed. The second she figured the spell out, they could go home, and she was terrified of what was on the other side.

Damon watched her from the other side of the kitchen, where he leaned against the sink. He'd never seen her this…despondent. Bonnie was the glimmer of hope here. She was the one with the chipper attitude, and the bright smiles and playful banter. She was the one that brought warmth to this empty house. He hated that anything could break her spirit this way. "You'll figure it out, Bon." he voiced, snapping her out of her daze.

She huffed a cynical laugh. He thought this was because of the spell. "Yeah…right." Little did he know, she figured it out days ago.

He pushed off the counter and sped around the island until he was standing in front of her. She didn't even flinch. "What is this really about?"

Bonnie raised a brow, her green eyes landing on him finally. "You really have to ask? We can go home, Damon…home. To our friends, your brother…Elena." He turned his head, and his jaw clenched at the name. They never spoke her name out loud; it was an unwritten rule. It made it easier to carry on with their sordid little affair without feeling the overwhelming guilt that followed. "What are we going to tell her, hm?" She snapped, rising to her feet, her hands firmly planted on the kitchen table. "That we gave up? That this thing just happened? That it doesn't mean anything-"

Damon slammed a fist into the table, causing her plate to bounce, and put a crack in the wood. "Don't…" he seethed, his eyes darkening as ocean blue crashed with emerald green. "Don't say that this doesn't mean anything. You know it does."

Her shoulders slumped. "So, we lie? We go home and pretend that the last twelve months never happened? Because…" she took in a shaky breath as her eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't know if I can do that." He was at her side swiping the tears away with the pads of his thumbs as his hands cradled her face.

His forehead rested on hers. "I know…trust me, I know." The tightness in his tone told her that maybe he wasn't handling as well as she'd thought. He held her in silence for a couple minutes. "We don't have to go anywhere…not yet anyway." he rumbled lowly, hesitantly. Bonnie pulled back, a frown creasing her brow. "We can stay here…this is home too." he whispered, his eyes flitting adoringly over her face. And she was…over their time here, Bonnie became home. When he would wake up to her leg swung over his hips, when he'd hear her beautiful voice singing her favorite Adele song while in the shower, when he made her laugh; that loud uncontained laugh that made her slap his arm and toss her head back…when he'd sink into her and she clutched him close, releasing a breathless sigh as if she'd been waiting for this moment all day. Bonnie had become his home…and he was already there. What more could he want?

"But Elena…" she mumbled, her teeth biting down on her lip almost painfully.

He shook his head. "I don't want to think about Elena, or Jeremy." He tightened an arm around her waist, lifting her up and clearing the table with the other. He dropped her down on the surface, slipping between her legs and running his hands from her thighs up her sides and down again. "All I want…" he nuzzled his face in her neck. "Is to spend my days and nights right here for as long as you'll let me." he punctuated his words by working his fingers under her sundress to trace the outline of her lace panties, smirking at the gasp for breath when he made contact with her core. She was already wet with need for him. "Mm…" he hummed in approval as he moved down her neck, peppering kisses along her collarbone. "I want to hear you say my name…in the way you do when you're about let go." He dipped his fingers inside her, starting a slow torturous pace. Bonnie gripped his shoulders, whimpering as she rolled her hips against him. "I want to make you forget about everything else; the pain…the guilt." He cupped her face with his other hand, forcing her to look at him. "Bonnie…" his thumb ran over her bottom lip and he captured her mouth in a heated kiss. When he pulled away, they were both panting with need. "It's just you and me…okay?"

She slipped deep into his penetrating stare. It was almost hypnotizing the way he was looking at her. Her fingers weaved through the hair at the back of his neck. "Okay."

He ripped her panties down her legs and tossed them aside, and she swiftly undid his belt and jeans in a well practiced manner. He moaned the second he buried himself deep inside her, and it truly felt like coming home. Damon splayed his hand on her stomach, and pushed her gently to lay down across the surface of the kitchen table, and he lifted her thighs over his forearms as he thrust into her with long forceful rolls of his hips. It was never sweet or loving when they had sex. Passionate, sensual, desperate, sure…but they never 'made love'. They couldn't let it get that personal. They'd fight and fuck and they'd play each other like fine tuned violins, but they drew the line at intimacy.

Each time he sunk to the hilt she whimpered and moaned, her head tossing from side to side as the current started to pull her under. Damon raised her leg, extending it over his shoulder, and he kissed and licked a path from her knee to her ankle. Bonnie cried out at the new angle and Damon grunted and increased his pace in response feeling her tighten around him.

The table creaked beneath them, and the room echoed with the cacophony of their breathing and sounds of pleasure. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table above her head and she met him thrust for thrust frantically as her body lit up with white hot fire. "Damon!" she keened and arched into him.

Damon moaned, with a self-satisfied smirk. "Yeah, that's what I wanted to hear." He let his hand trail up her stomach, pooling her dress above her hips and tugged the neckline down exposing her bouncing bare breasts. His thumb ran over her dusty brown nipples, relishing in the hitch of her breath. He let his fingers walk up her chest, and loosely wrap around her neck, applying just the amount of pressure he knew drove her crazy. "Cum for me, Bonnie…let go." his head rolled back when she squeezed around him, shaking, nearly sobbing in pleasure. "Oh, God…" He groaned as she shuddered around him, and it was enough to signal his own release. They stayed that way for a few moments, basking in the afterglow.

He let her legs down gently and reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and suddenly reality crashed into them. Her chest heaved, and she turned her head away so he wouldn't see the tears slip down her cheeks. Damon eyed her sadly, knowing that while he may have released her from the pain temporarily…it wasn't gone completely. He tugged his jeans up, and when he reached for her, she scrambled off the table, fixing her dress and rushing upstairs. Damon let his eyes fall closed. This was not how he wanted to leave things.

Damon ran a hand over his face as he thought back to the day it all changed. They were fighting about something; something stupid he'd said or done, no doubt, and Bonnie was following him around the boarding house, barking at him as he went. He'd stop, snap back at her, say something hurtful to make her back off, but she continued on unaffected, making him roll his eyes and move to another room.

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Bonnie ran down the stairs after him, her hand trailing over the banister trying to keep up with him. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Damon grit his teeth as he stormed to the parlor room. "Well, that's loaded question."

"You think you're the only one that feels pain, Damon? You don't think that I want to go home just as bad as you do? That I don't miss our friends! I do!" She glared at him as he poured a drink for himself. "But I'm not going to just tap outwhen things get difficult."

He rounded on her, leaning down and towering over her. "We're already dead, Bonnie! We've been here for months, and there's not a soul here but us! You have no magic, your Grams didn't send us here, and we're not going home!" he yelled. "I finally had it all; Stefan and I were getting along, and the love of my life loved me back. Now, I'm stuck in my own personal 1994 hell, with you of all people and all I want is for it to be over!" Damon slammed the amber liquid and poured another.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You think I want to be here with you?! All you've done since we got here was bitch and moan about how the world is punishing you, about how much you deserve this, well maybe you do! At least I have hope, Damon! At least I believe, that one day, we might be able to go home to the people we love."

"Then you're an idiot." he hissed, with wide and menacing eyes.

Bonnie pushed him hard, causing him to stumble back, the bourbon sloshing in his glass and spilling over his hand. She pushed him again, and again as tears collected in her eyes and Damon grabbed her wrist with his other hand to stop her, staring down at her with a bewildered frown. "Give me you ring." she demanded holding out her hand. "You want this to be over so bad, then fine! Give me your ring and walk away because, I may be an idiot for having hope, but at least I don't give up!" she pushed him again, but he grabbed her, letting the glass slip from his hand as he wrestled with her flailing arms. They were pounding into his chest, fighting for release. "Let go of me, Damon!" she yelled, but as she continued to fight, they turned into cries. "Please let me go…let me go!" she sobbed, and her fists became weaker.

Damon wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him in an effort to calm her down. "It's okay…it's okay, Bon." he let her cry it out, soaking his shirt with her tears. His hand cupped around her head, stroking her hair soothingly. He was stunned; he'd never seen Bonnie break before, and in that moment, Damon wanted nothing more than to make all her pain go away. "I'm sorry…" he kissed the crown of her head, and she slowly pulled back to look up at him with shining green eyes.

"Were you really going to leave me here…all alone?" she whispered, her voice strained tightly, betrayed.

Guilt rippled through him. He was selfish…as usual. When Damon told her that he may as well just end it, he never thought about what his actions would mean for her. Despite all their bickering and fighting…she became his best friend in the last few months. He felt like he knew everything about her now, but yet he didn't see that she was breaking on the inside. He tilted her chin up, his thumb tracing her jaw. "I'm not going to leave you, Bonnie. I promise…we're going to get through this together."

She gave him a watery smile, and her fingers flexed, realizing she they were still resting on his chest. When she moved to pull them away, his quick reflexes stopped her, holding them there and she snapped her eyes up to him in surprise. He didn't realize how much he missed the warmth of human touch until he felt it slipping away. His other hand cupped her face, and instinctively she leaned into it; obviously he wasn't alone. Her heart rate picked up, and he knew then that the next moment was going to change everything. "Do you know what I believe? I believe this place is a chance for us to find peace. That maybe this isn't my hell after all and this is our chance to move on. I don't think we're going home, Bonnie…" he said sadly. "But I'm willing to make the most of it if you are."

A tear slipped from her eye, rolling down her cheek. Her heart was hammering in her chest now; the closeness of his body against hers setting her body aflame. It had been so long since she'd been held this way, and Damon was touching her in a way that was sending a bolt directly to the place between her legs. "I don't want to give up." she mumbled, staring up at him with scared eyes.

He swiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb, and his eyes travelled to her pouting lower lip. "We're not giving up…" he leaned down until his mouth hovered over hers, and she didn't make a move to stop him. "We're just giving in." Bonnie felt his whispered words on her lips and she could almost taste the bourbon and mint on his breath. Her mouth parted and she gripped his shirt pulling him in as he kissed her hard and desperately. The both let out a drawn-out sigh of relief, the tension that hand been building between them for the last few months finally coming to a head.

There were moments when they would get into such a heated debate that by the end of it, they were both taut like a draw bow, the air electrified around them. Or times when they would spar in the backyard and she ended up winning, straddling his torso victoriously throwing her arms in the air…or that one time he caught her using his shower, and he silently watched the soapy suds trail down the length of her back and over the supple curve of her ass. It was almost mesmerizing. He stayed longer than he meant to, but left before she noticed him…and the image of the side of her breasts, and the creamy mocha color of her skin haunted him for nights.

Bonnie knew it was wrong, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She wasn't blind…she'd caught herself many times staring at the beauty of his features for too long, or appreciating the way the veins in his arms seemed to bulge when he spoke passionately about something. And one thing she never failed to notice, was how his eyes turned a brighter shade of blue when he seemed genuinely happy.

She linked her arms around his neck, and Damon gripped her hips forcing her to wrap her legs around him. He slanted his mouth against hers, speeding them to the wall and slamming both palms on other side of her, nipping her lip, grinding against her and drawing out the sexiest mewls from her throat. Her hands buried in his hair, pulling gently in a way that made him growl heatedly. It wasn't long before Bonnie rid him of his shirt, whipping it over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side, and he did the same for her, releasing her from her black lace bra, and lowering his mouth to capture a dusty brown nipple. Her head leaned back against the wall, gasping for air as if it got sucked out of the room. All too soon, Damon lowered her to her feet, and she snapped her head down with a sound of disappointment, but he held her gaze with a smoldering intensity as he slowly lowered to his knees. He snapped off the buttons on her jean shorts hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging them down her toned thighs, bringing her panties along with them, never once breaking eye contact with her.

Bonnie swallowed as the realization of what was happening hit her and who it was with, but she made no move to stop him; in fact, she encouraged it, by placing her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself as she stepped out of her shorts. Everything seemed to slow down, and he gave her one last look, that asked her if she was ready, if she wanted this…

Bonnie nodded. "Just make me forget." She didn't need to elaborate; they'd had this conversation before. How they wished they could both forget what was waiting for them on the other side, that it would make it easier to survive here knowing that no one was missing them.

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Damon slowly sauntered into the room Bonnie occupied when they first got here. For months it remained empty, because she warmed his bed every night, but now he was worried she was moving back in here. He leaned in the doorway, his lips twisting with a wince as he saw her leaning against the headboard, her knees pulled up to her chest. "Bon…talk to me."

"I figured out the spell." she mumbled quietly, refusing to lift her eyes to look at him.

His head cocked slightly. "Really…you were only up here for a few minutes." He pushed off the doorframe and walked towards the bed, with that swagger that made her stomach flop.

She darted her eyes to him and then away again, sucking on the inside of her cheek. "No, I…I figured it out last week." She let out a deep breath, waiting for the blow out.

Damon frowned, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting his hand over hers. "Why didn't you tell me?" his words were soft and unaccusatory.

She let out a humorlessly laugh. "Because I'm selfish."

"Who, you? Nah…that's my line." He teased. "You're the most selfless person I know Bon-Bon."

Her mouth curved in a slight smile when they finally fixed on him. His eyes were so blue she felt like she could drown in them…maybe she already had. "I'm selfish because despite the fact that we have everything we need to get back to our regularly scheduled lives…I'm not ready to go back yet."

He nodded. "I know." The wretched depth of his tone told her she wasn't the only one that felt this way.

She wanted to bite her tongue; keep her mouth shut and just continue living in this limbo where there was no past and no future, but the words forced their way out. "What happens…what happens when we go back?"

His eyes widened; partly panicked and partly lost for words. His mouth closed, as he seemed to collect himself. Only showing her this guarded mask, he wore when he thought he was about to get hurt. "What do you want to happen?"

Bonnie leveled him with a deadpanned stare. "Don't do that."

He reeled back. "Do what?"

"Don't answer my question with a question. Can you just be honest with me…please?" her eyes softened, waiting for the hammer to drop. She just needed to hear him say it; then she could start moving on.

He let out a troubled sigh. "You want know if when we get out of here…I'll be going back to Elena." She dropped her eyes to her knees, nodding demurely. "I don't know how you want me to answer that." he admitted.

Her head snapped up in surprise. "I thought there was only one answer." For some reason she was angry at his non-response. Bonnie needed him to do it, because she couldn't. He needed to end it and make it a clean break. Tell her 'It was great while it lasted' and 'we knew what this was when we started this' or 'we can still be friends, right?'

Damon stood walking the length of the bed riddled with tension, stopping at the foot of it to face her. He needed the space from her to think properly; her scent just seemed to coil around him, tempting and enticing. "A few months ago, my answer would be yes. The first thing I'd do is find Elena, tell her how much I missed her and loved her and hope that when she sees me, she runs into my arms and we just pick up where we left off." He shook his head. "But now…"

Bonnie dropped her knees, and crossed her legs, resting her hands in her lap. "Now?" She prodded, holding her breath.

He stared at her for a long moment, choosing his next words carefully. "What is this, Bonnie? What do you feel for me? I know that when we started this it was solace, it was a way to escape whatever the hell it was that was haunting us. But if that changed…you need to tell me." he asserted, his jaw ticking awaiting her response.

Her eyes darted away, taken aback by the unexpected questions. "What do you want me to say, Damon?"

He leaned forward, pointing a finger to the bed. "I want you to tell me that what we've been doing here, means something to you, Bon. Because it sure means something to me. But if it doesn't…" he trailed off with a swallow. "If this is where I leave you, and you want to go home, and pretend like nothing happened here, I'll do that for you. I'll be your friend. I will pretend like I don't want to rip your clothes off and make you mine every time you walk in the room. I will lie to Elena, so you don't have to feel guilty about hurting your friend. But if you want my honesty…the answer to your question, is no." Her eyes widened, shining like forest green orbs. He gave a little shake of his head. "I'm not going back to Elena…I can't."

Bonnie scooted to the end of the bed, until she stood in front of him. Her head tilted up to meet his eyes. He was so tall compared to her, she felt like he towered over her, but she came at him with such heated intensity it was as if she was towering over him. "What? She's the love of your life…you killed for her; you nearly destroyed your relationship with your own brother just to have her! After everything you did to get her and now suddenly none of that matters?" She threw her arms up, letting them slap down to her sides. "You honestly expect me to believe that?" She punctuated her words with a crossing of her arms.

Damon scoffed loudly. "Of course I don't expect you to believe it Bonnie; I barely believe it myself!" He stepped closer, leaning down to catch her eyes. "But this is what I do know…I've changed. The guy that was desperately, obsessively in love with Elena didn't understand how toxic we were to each other. Love shouldn't be like that." His fingertips ran along the curve of her face with one hand, tilting her head up, and brought his other to rest over the rapid beating of her heart. "It's like water; the ebb and flow of the tide…the way the current can be so powerful that it pulls you under. Then sometimes…it can be still." His eyes flitted over her face adoringly, and she was almost shaking at his touch. She was very familiar with Damon's touch; they way that his hands would coast over her body, igniting her skin on fire, awakening the truest, most pure side of herself. But this was different…Damon wasn't just touching her body; he was touching her soul. "That's what loving you is like Bonnie. Sometimes it's so overwhelming I can't think straight, and other times I'm perfectly still, knowing this is exactly where I want to be."

Bonnie's breath hitched in her throat and a tear slipped down her cheek, as a hand reached up to hold his hand to her chest. The hammering slowed to a steady beat. She had to wonder how she hadn't noticed it before…or maybe she had but refused to believe it.

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She ground down into him one last time as they both moaned out the tail ends of their release. She was panting heavily on top of him, and Damon ran the palms of his hands up her sides, over her bare breasts and up her neck to bury in her hair and pull her down to him for a heated kiss. But when Bonnie felt the gentle peppering of kisses around her mouth, and the nuzzling of her neck, she pulled back giving him a warning look. It was too intimate…and it made her feel things and brought her to places she knew they couldn't go. He frowned, almost offended by her rejection, and reached up to swipe a thumb over her lower lip. "Stop." She snapped quietly, pushing his hand away and rolling off him, but he was too quick and held her hips in place. "Damon…" she cautioned. "I have to go."

"Why?" He demanded softly. "You always leave. How about tonight we do something less predictable." He sat up, wrapping his arms around her back, his fingertips tickling her spine, kissing her shoulder. "Stay with me." She avoided his gaze, but he forced her look at him. "Hey…it's just us, remember?"

Bonnie nodded, and she felt her body hum when he smiled up at her. She stayed every night after that.

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Bonnie was tucked under a blanket on the couch, reading a book with a tea when she heard Damon enter the library. He seemed…eager? Excited? Hopping down the stairs with a skip in his step. "There you are!" He clapped his hands together. "Come on, I want to show you something." He sauntered over to her, flipping the blanket off and grabbing her mug and book, careful to slip the ribbon between the pages and placed them on the side table.

"Damon…" she groaned. "I can do without your usual shenanigans. Honestly, I'm not having the best day." but even as she was saying this, she let him pull her out of her seat and lead her through the house.

"Well…" he drawled, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "I'm about to change that." He grabbed her hand, leading her to the back yard. She stopped in her tracks on the porch, her mouth dropping open. The sun was just starting to set, casting the sky in a beautiful blend of purples and pinks but that wasn't what made her jaw drop. "You did this?" There was a big blanket spread out in the middle of the grass, a bottle of wine and an array of some of her favorite foods. There was music playing from a stereo; some old school R&B that he knew she loved.

He chuckled, coming up behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I know that this situation isn't ideal…and we have no idea how long it'll last, but I think it's important we hold on to a few things of our previous life." He leaned down, whispering in her ear. "Happy 21st birthday, Bon-bon."

She spun around to look at him. "I didn't think you knew." She was surprised enough that he remembered her birthday at all, but the fact that he had been keeping track of the dates as they passed in their groundhog-day world, was even more shocking.

He led her down the steps to the little picnic area. "As if I'd pass up on this opportunity to dazzle you with my charm. Plus…" he wrapped his arms around her swaying slightly to the music. "We could use a little break from what's been going on. Trying to get your magic back has been stressing you out."

She let herself relax in his arms. She'd never felt safer than she did in that moment. They enjoyed their wine and meal, laughing, bantering, until the sun was long gone and the sensor lights turned on. Things quickly turned heated, and it wasn't long before his head was between her naked thighs drawing out the sounds he craved, as they echoed in the empty night. Hours later, they were both naked, tucked under a light blanket. She lay on her stomach, with Damon laying on his side facing her, walking his fingers up and down her spine, watching her as if he were memorizing every curve. For the first time in what felt like forever, Bonnie felt like a normal girl enjoying the embrace of her…she stopped. Not boyfriend. Damon was Elena's boyfriend. So, what was she doing? Why was she laying in Damon's arms, letting him surprise her with birthday picnics when he belonged to someone else? She sat up on her elbows with a sharp sigh. "You can't do that." she said flatly.

Damon answered with a drunken smile, his eyes never leaving the patterns he continued to trace. "Can't do what?"

"Touch me like I belong to you." She continued, more harshly than she intended. He blinked, finally meeting her gaze.

Something flashed in his eyes, and they hardened. He rolled her over and pinned her beneath him, and slipped his length between her wet folds. He thrust deep inside her in one forceful motion, and she arched into him clutching at him desperately as she cried out. "Funny…" he breathed, brushing his lips to hers. "You respond to me like you do." He punctuated it with another thrust, and her mouth fell open. "Say it, Bonnie." He demanded, setting a torturously slow but forceful pace. "Say your mine." he growled, nipping at her neck with blunt teeth.

Her head arched back, allowing him further access. "No." she whimpered.

Damon growled again, increasing the pace, relishing in the increase of her breaths. He enjoyed this game of theirs; she would deny it to the very end, making him work for it…but she always succumbed, and it was always his undoing. "Then prove me wrong." He stopped moving within her and her head snapped down to glare at him. "Walk away…" he tempted, but instead of pushing him off, and storming back in the house, she lifted her hips to meet his. He smirked. "You can't, can you?" He resumed his thrusts, hitting all the spots inside her that made her turn into a shaking shuddering mess. He'd learned her body well in the last couple months and he loved reducing her to this fiery, primal, uninhibited creature.

She was close. He could tell by the way her brows pinched, and her mewls turned to screams. "Fuck…Damon!" she keened, gripping his hair, almost spitefully as she met his eyes. "I'm yours." Bonnie spasmed around him, and his eyes rolled back as he drew out his release, pumping into her with guttural grunts.

He smirked down at her. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

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Bonnie stared up at him with wide, panicked eyes. "You love me?" she had to ask, but the words came out so softly she wasn't sure she said it at all. Jeremy had said he loved her, but he was young and in retrospect maybe he didn't really know what real love was. But Damon…he'd been alive long enough to know, and that terrified her.

He smiled genuinely. "As if that's so hard to believe. You're my best friend…but I want more. I know you're holding back on me, Bon, and I don't blame you. I'm scared too; scared of fucking this up or hurting you…not meeting your expectations. But I can promise to never stop trying to make you happy. I want all of you…I want every piece of the Bonnie Bennett puzzle."

She laughed breathlessly, swiping away a fat tear. "That's a lot of pieces."

He chuckled, dropping his forehead to hers. "I'm aware. So, what do you say, Bon-bon?" he asked almost nervously. He'd basically put his heart on the floor and waited for her to either pick it up or step on it, and she'd never seen him look so human.

She shook her head with a wry smile, cupping his face in her tiny hands. "I'm already yours." He lifted her gently and she wrapped her legs around him, but when he moved to lay her down on her mattress, she stopped him. "No…take me to our bed."

He beamed up at her, and slowly walked them down the hall kissing her sweetly and tenderly. It was never like this before, she never allowed it, but now she wanted him to take her there. Take her to that place she had avoided so many times because she was afraid he'd leave her in the dark, alone. But now she realized it was her that was leaving him alone in that place. Every time he tried to show her that this was more than just sex, more than just comfort, she'd bolt and leave him there waiting for her to come back to him. She was done running.

He made love to her in their bed for hours, taking her to new heights she'd never experienced before, and when she came around him, breathless and panting, he whispered three words in her ear…and she whispered four back.