A/N: Inspired by a past conversation and the quote below...
At the end of the day, let there be no excuses, no explanations, no regrets...
Damon's newly renovated cabin was in need of deep cleaning and now was the perfect time to do so. He had sent Bonnie out for the day so she could shop for anything and everything she wanted with Caroline.
Now Damon could do the two things he loves most – cooking for Bonnie and cleaning his house.
'There is a calmness to cleaning the house, feeling the furniture glide over the wooden floor and the soft sound of the broom as it sweeps,' The handsome vampire whistled as he went about his chores. Of course, it only took him half the time it would have taken a human to clean the entire house.
As the house is cleaned it feels lighter and brighter, becoming a place that invites deep breaths and for the thoughts to slow as if one had just awoken.
In the cozy traditional style kitchen, Damon picked up the chopping knife and cut the vegetables into perfect matchsticks in the time it took most people just to peel the carrots. Every motion was precise from intense repetition and he prided himself on the machine-like perfection of his shapes. Everything was even, uniform, perfect.
'I am a domestic God, worship me!'
He saw brilliance in food, the color of the fragrance. It was his genius at play, seeing what the rest of us didn't.
'I guess that's why we called it culinary magic,' He joked that his spoon was a wand carved from the spirit-tree.
Dinner was prepped and ready for cooking when Bonnie returned. Not a moment later his cellular chimed and he went to the quaint living room to retrieve it. He read the text from his mate and responded.
Bonnie: Hi Handsome!
Damon: Sup Sexy…😊
Bonnie: Just checking in – Caroline and I are redecorating the girl's bedroom. I still plan on being home by 7- I've only had coffee and a muffin, so I am bringing my appetite. Can't wait to see what's on Chef Salvatore's menu tonight!
Damon: How did you know I was cooking?
Bonnie: 😉
Damon sank into the plush grey recliner and smiles, all the while hoping for a cooler night, the perfect reason to turn on the fireplace.
'There's nothing like watching Bonnie making the flames rip and roar as I make my little fire- witch come.'
Damon retreats to the bedroom, undecided if he should read a book or watch TV. He and Bonnie enjoy doing both but have vastly different tastes. Bonnie enjoys reading her Grimoire's and other Wiccan inspired books. Damon enjoys classic literature novellas. In regards to movies, Bonnie loves her classic noir dramas, suspense, and romance movies, Damon is all about the modern-day comedies and franchise action flicks.
For several long moments, the vampire paced the floor undecided on what to do in the hour he had left before Bonnie's expected return.
Damon's sparkling blue eyes glance over, the corners of his lips fighting a smile, his eyebrows slightly raised. He picks up one of Bonnie's old books, the one he chose was red and unmarked. The first few pages had all of Bonnie's vital and familial information, the entire Bennett family tree.
Flipping through the pages he began to realize he was reading something private; this was Bonnie's diary. The thick red book chronicled her life from the tender age of ten right up to this very day.
One second passed. Two seconds passed. Three seconds passed. Guilt was eating and pestering him, yet he kept reading, fascinated, humored, completely enraptured. Seeing the world through Bonnies' eyes was a pure revelation.
"What the fuck!" Damon gasped… there was an entry in her diary dated a year ago to this day titled - A Night with Klaus.
In his moments of emotional flabbergast, he realizes it will take time for his brain to find the words to adequately express what he was feeling. His first thought was to close the book…but something held him there in a powerful grip he could not break loose from, like a tangled ball of yarn in his hand he struggles to untangle the knots and so he began to read…
Friday, October 13th... 2 AM
After a dismal night of getting my ass kicked in darts by Elena and Caroline, I found myself alone at the bar. The game ended when Stefan sweeps in and he and Elena are off into the night; a few minutes later, the same happens with Caroline and Tyler.
"You should have cheated," A voice came up from behind me, pulling me from my self-pity.
"What fun would that be?" I shoot back before I even notice who's speaking to me.
"A whole lot, trust me I speak from experience," he said, smirking at me as he slid into the barstool next to me.
"I use my magic to help, heal and protect, not cheat my way out of losing $20.00," I roll my eyes and take my last swig of vodka and cranberry.
"Two lemon drops – top-shelf vodka," he catches the bartender just as he's walking by, "so you only use your magic for good," he says mockingly.
"Always," I nod and smile in spite of myself.
With my head down, I dig into my purse and begin counting some cash to pay for my drink.
"I'll pay for our drinks," He whispers, his hand lightly touches mine causing me to look up to meet his gaze. He's smiling at me with that unbearable sexy grin; I don't have to read his mind to know what he's thinking. He's been watching me all night – wanting me, waiting for a chance to get me… alone…
"Thank you," I whisper back as his fingers are lazily tracing over my knee over the denim of my jeans.
I'm smiling even more, unbelieving at how much this is exciting to me.
"Your welcome," he says holding up our shots for a toast.
We down the sweet and sour drink and he immediately orders another round.
"Would you like to play darts?" He asks, there was no mocking in his tone.
"Why...? Because you know I'm crappy at it?"
He raises one haughty eyebrow at me, "I'm worse than you," he admits.
I laugh outright at that.
"Let's see about that," I practically leap out of my chair and head over to the gaming area. I feel him hot on my heels. The next thing I know, we are downing rounds of lemon- drops and I'm having fun kicking his ass at darts and then a few rounds of pool. All the while, he and I are admiring each other. No, not for our playing skills, we both stink… He was enamored by my ass and the way it shifts when I'm playing my game. I couldn't help but notice the impressive bulge in his jeans.
I excuse myself to the ladies' room to take care of business. I wash my hands and just as I am headed out, Klaus steps in…
"Klaus…What are you…" I let out a startled gasp. I'm unable to finish what I'm saying. His eyes darken and he takes me into his arms and plants the mother of all kisses on me.
He kisses a path from my ear to my collarbone, pushing aside my hair and letting his tongue linger in the dip of my skin. His hands are everywhere. In my hair, tugging my shirt off, unclasping my bra, palming my breasts, spanning the width of my back—
"We can't do this here…" I say breathlessly. I won't be seduced in a bar and banged against a bathroom door, my mind protests this grave injustice, but his incredible lips are trailing down my sternum before taking a brief detour to kindle my nipple into a hard point with his tongue leave me speechless.
With one free hand, he unbuttons, unzips and pulls down his jeans, He pauses occasionally to suck love bites onto my stomach and hips while pulling my jeans down to my ankles.
"Would if someone comes…" I feebly complain as he drops a light kiss on the inside of my thigh silencing me once again.
I feel him grin against me, "No one's coming but you and I." his teeth scrape against my skin.
And just like that, all my resolve is broken, my breath was taken away and my entire body is ignited.
He's down on his knees, his fingers play at my clit, skilled fingers trace loops on my thighs; he's spelling his name. It's agonizingly languid, as though he has all the time in the world, as though we aren't in the lady's bathroom at Mystic Grill.
Finally, finally, he's where I want him, his tongue dancing lightly along my clit and I'm unable to keep my moans at bay.
Klaus doesn't seem at all to mind and remains diligent as he swirls his tongue in just the right spot until my knees shake.
"Better than I imagined," Klaus whispers to me before giving a gentle thrust of his hips and sliding fully inside of me. His eyes become impossibly darker, "You taste…feel…" he growls and pulls nearly all the way out of me, the tip of him just barely staying inside. It's torture and leaves me aching.
"Klaus, please" I whine, trying to angle my hips so that he sinks back into me, but he's holding himself steady. The slow press of him makes me dig my nails into the skin of his back, my eyes fluttering shut.
I lean forward and pull his lower lip beneath my teeth, "Fuck me now."
It makes him groan. "Bonnie," he says affectionately, "Brace yourself."
His hips suddenly ferocious in their rhythm, and it feels incredible, enough to drive away all thoughts of where I was and who I was with.
There are stars dancing behind my eyes; something in my belly bends and bends and bends until my entire body — Klaus fucks me through it, his thrusts quick and shallow as he follows me over the edge.
"I can't believe—" I pant and he holds a finger to my lips to silence me before kissing me gently.
"Believe it- and it was incredible," he groans and kisses me again.
No argument there.
After a moment, I'm able to put myself together enough to walk out of the bathroom. Luckily, only the staff was there and they didn't seem to even notice us.
We walked in silence to my car; both of us wearing smiles bright as the sun. We never exchanged numbers, but we never needed to, we knew where to find each other. Although we never hooked up again, I'm always tempted when I'd see him.
Damon closed the book hard, shoved it back on the shelf, he speeds downstairs in mere seconds.
Regret washed over him like the long slow waves on a shallow beach. His anger inundated that feeling…
He doesn't have time to stew, she's home. The tall oak door swings open, Bonnie walks in whistling, her hands full of shopping bags.
Damon's POV
"You are not allowed to see Klaus without me present." I roar.
"What…Klaus?" Bonnie, murmurs, her brain stutters for an instant, "Klaus Mikaelson…Why?"
"I don't want to have to kill him so you better keep away."
"Kill him…" she was still scrambling to make sense of it all.
"Just so you know, I would kill him, or anyone else that tries to touch you," I warn her and I fucking mean it.
I felt like hunting him down. I could envision it, ripping his fucking stupid arms off and beating him with them.
"Damon, I can sense your passion, your pain and your fear, I'm apart of you and you of me," She said, absorbing things, responding more than reacting, dampening situations rather than adding to the flames, "So chill the fuck out, you are not going to kill the men I've had sex with. Klaus was a one-time thing a year ago, and if you would have kept snooping you would know that, I'm not interested anymore…Period." She said in such a simple and decisive tone. This was her way of doing things, "I have everything I could ever want and need right here," It was loving all around instead of the bickering I was so accustomed to, it was a sense of calm I grew to love. Her voice remained as warm as early spring, her smile kindling my soul…My dick gets hard.
She dropped her bags and with a definite thud and closes the space between us. Before I knew it, everything was happy again, "I love you Damon Salvatore and no one else."
"Bonnie Bennett, every time you hold my face between your hands it feels like you are untying all of my knots…I never knew what love truly was until I met you."
She relaxes completely, and we have wild, passionate, primal sex for hours.
A/N: I remember having a conversation about Klaus/Bonnie and it made me think of this...I am still and always will be all about the Bamon. So, like Bonnie, I am one and done with Klaus. LOL
