A/N: It's been a while... I know, but I'm still here and I am working on updates for all my stories. And thanks to my follower tamariah personally contacting me to hurry up with the update for this story, I am posting it first.

I'm glad you all love it as much as I do.

Disclaimer: I own non of the characters and be mindful of the M rating... Adult sexy times ahead!

Chapter 6

GULP!

"I… I… What?"

Damon Salvatore has never stuttered a day in his life, but Bonnie Bennett had him tongue tied. 'Is she serious?' He thought. 'What exactly was she asking him?' Whatever she was alluding to, he was tempted. This ethereal goddess standing before him could entice anything. And the fact that he knew her well… on a biblical level was not helping. He was standing there remembering what she felt like, the way she softly moaned in his ear, the way she called out his name when she reached her peak, and the way she clawed at his back like she was holding on for dear life. The whole experience was mind blowing. He couldn't get it out of his mind. Not that he wanted to.

The sound of Bonnie lightly chuckling brought him from his thoughts. "Faccio nervoso Damiano?" (do I make you nervous)

Bonnie giggled again. "I just meant share the memory with me."

Damon looked skeptical. There was obviously a reason why Bonnie had no memory of this life. Bonnie placed her hand gently on his upper arm.

"Share this memory with me, and I will share one with you."

"You first." Damon negotiates.

Bonnie tosses him a saucy smirk before taking his hand in hers and directing him back to the sofa. She ponders the best way to memory share, and decides to project them. With a flick of her wrist images arose onto the fireplace just above the mantle. Damon was suddenly watching himself as a young adult, eighteen or nineteen years old. This was not a past life. It was this life... before he was turned. This couldn't be right. He didn't know Bonnie before the twentieth century? He continued watching in amazement as his human self watched a carriage pull up to the Salvatore Estate. It was Katherine. This was the day he met Katherine. Damon turned to Bonnie for some sort of explanation.

"Keep watching." Was all she offered.

Three women traveling alone was very odd in that era. Emily emerged from the carriage first. She offered her hand to Katherine who was next to exit the carriage. Damon remembered this day like it was yesterday. He fell in love with Katherine the moment he laid eyes on her. But his human self did not reflect this. Human Damon was too busy focusing on the beauty that jumped down from the perch. A woman operating a coach was unheard of, especially a woman so beautiful.

"Who is that?" Damon asked as he got closer to the images being projected onto his fireplace.

"I don't remember this part." Damon says, more to himself than to Bonnie.

He continued to watch in awe as his human self became enamored with the mahogany enchantress standing before him. She wore pants. Something woman of that time never did. Both Damon, and his human self was awestruck.

"This is the first time we met during this lifetime." Bonnie explained. "Before Kathrine turned you."

He continued watching, and sure enough the beautiful stranger and Bonnie shared very similar features. The only differences being Bonnie was a shade or two darker, Bonnie's hair was wavy not curly, and Bonnie did not have dimples. Other than that the two woman were identical, especially the eyes. They had the same exact eyes. This was mind blowing, but why didn't he remember her? This is not how he remembered this day. While he continued watching, Bonnie slid alongside him to place her hand gently against his temple. The memories came flooding back...

She didn't curtsy, or bow to him like most woman did. Instead, she offered him her hand.

"Annabelle" She said.

He was intrigued. When his hand met hers, a jolt of electricity ran between them. She broke contact, and looked down shyly. Just then his brother Stefan walked up to introduce himself. Katherine drank him in like a woman starved. Stefan excited her from the moment she laid eyes on him. Their father followed several steps behind Stefan. Kathrine introduced herself plus the two woman she traveled with. She conversed with Giuseppe for a few moments before he offered them boarding. She compelled him.

They didn't know it then, but Damon was sure of it now.

Kathrine insisted that her two travel companions stayed in the main house with her. She made it clear that they were to be treated as an extension of her. Even after all that was said, Kathrine was escorted to a luxurious guest room on the second floor while her two travel companions were escorted to the small servant quarters behind the kitchen. It wasn't in Giuseppe to allow black women to stay in a guestroom in his home, no matter how beautiful they were.

Several weeks later Damon spotted Annabelle alone in the stables.

"You love them?"

She looked up at him confused.

"The horses." Damon clarified.

She giggled, and the sound was music to Damon's ears.

"I do." She admitted while she continued brushing lovingly.

They locked gazes before silence fell upon them. It wasn't uncomfortable, just silence.

"You have beautiful eyes." He couldn't help saying.

"As do you Master Damon, but this is very inappropriate,"

"What is?"

"This moment." She moved to stand toe to toe with him. "This feeling. What is this?"

She was bold... and honest. "You feel it too?"

The sound of footsteps broke them out of their haze. She stepped back several paces

"Feel what?" She asked with a shrug of her shoulders.

Damon stepped closer to her, "Don't do that." He said thru gritted teeth just before Katherine rounded the corner.

Katherine cleared her throat. She was a little off-put by the duo's close proximity, and the way Damon was looking at the darker skinned woman.

"Miss Katherine." Annabelle greeted her.

Katherine waited for Damon to greet her, but he didn't. His eyes never left Annabelle. Katherine was no fool. She knew that look in Damon's eyes, and it pissed her off. Yes it was Stefan that she wanted, but no man ever flat out ignored her presence. She stroked his arm seductively causing him to finally meet her eyes.

"Walk me down to the lake." She demanded. "Your brother promised he would teach me how to catch fish."

Damon looked back to Annabelle who suddenly became interested in her feet. He then looked back to Katherine before agreeing.

The next time Damon saw Annabelle, she was sitting on a wooden swing that hung from a tree near the stables. He sat against the tree drawing one knee toward his chest. She jumped off the swing to join him against the tree. They sat in silence for several minutes before Damon finally spoke.

"How old are you?" He asked.

She had such a youthful face, but her demeanor and physique was that of a much older woman. Damon was perplexed.

Annabelle raised a brow."Why did you desert the army?" She countered

Damon cocked a brow in surprise at the audacity of this woman.

"I asked first." He said softly.

She smiled brightly, and his stomach fluttered. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.

"I have reached my seventeenth year." He heard her say.

"Seventeen?" He questioned.

He couldn't believe it. She was the same age as Stefan, but she seemed so much older.

"You are surprised." She stated. "Why?"

"I just... I have never met anyone like you."

"Is that good, or is it bad?"

"It's good." He admitted, his eyes falling to her pillowy lips. "It's very good." He said softly before attacking her lips.

Her eyes widened, and she gasped audibly before pushing him away and standing to her feet.

"Master Damon..." She was shaking her head, and tears were in her eyes. Her body was trembling. "I can't Master Damon, please!"

Damon quickly jumped to his feet, surprised by her reaction. She was scared, but why? He inched toward her, but she stepped back. They stood there staring at each other for several moments. His confused gaze locked on her guarded one before he decided to speak.

"Did I hurt you? I would never intentional hurt you."

Her gaze softened a little and she allowed him to approach her.

"Has someone else hurt you Annabelle?" Damon asked softly.

She sat back down, her back falling gracefully against the tree trunk. He sat next to her and wiped the tear that fell from her eye.

"Miss Katherine has advised my sister and me to stay away from you and Master Stefan."

"Why. We would never hurt you."

Annabelle sniffled thru a laugh. "I know Master Damon. I am afraid her motives are a little more selfish than that.

Damon's forehead wrinkled causing Annabelle to giggle. "Envy is a powerful emotion Master Damon. Miss Katherine had her sight set solely on your brother." She paused to meet his gaze. "Now that she knows of our connection she wants you too."

Damon frowned, but then realized what Annabelle was admitting. A huge smile graced his face.

"So you do feel it too."

"It means nothing." She said with a warm smile. "Especially now that Miss Katherine wants you."

"What about what I want." Damon cut in, but she continued talking as if she hadn't heard him.

"And no good will ever come from a white man kissing someone like me." She finished standing to her feet.

"Someone like you?" Damon questioned while watching her walk away.

"There is a lot you do not know about me Master Damon, and far more you do not know about Miss Katherine." She warned.

Damon never saw Annabelle again...


"What happened to you... to Annabelle?" Damon asked.

Bonnie retreated to her previous spot on the sofa, and motioned for him to join her.

"Katherine happened to Annabelle. She maid sure your father caught wind of your attraction, and he had her sent away. Emily was afraid for her sister, so when Katherine asked her to erase Annabelle from your memory, Emily happily agreed. You ran into her again though."

Damon's look of confusion caused Bonnie to chuckle.

"When you rescued Emily's children, where did you take them?"

"To some weird witchy relative in New Orleans." Damon answered without hesitation before pausing. "... named Belle."

Bonnie raised a brow.

"No!" Damon realized.

Bonnie nodded. "She never married... She did live longer than any Bennett in history. We have a habit of dying young. Maybe she was waiting for something, or someone?" Bonnie said.

"How long?" Damon asked. "I know witches powerful enough have ways to prolong life. How long did she wait?"

"1992... February 1992. A human body can only last so long, even when you are a witch."

"You were born in February 1992." Damon realized.

Bonnie nodded. "Like I said, you and I have never gone more than a few days on different astral spheres." She ran her fingers thru his hair. "You are mine, and I am yours."

They locked eyes for several long moments before Damon cleared his throat. He sat back on the sofa, resting both arms behind his head.

"My turn to share." He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "You got a remote to this thing or..." He joked waving toward the fireplace were she previously projected images of the two of them.

Bonnie arched a brow. "Are you sure that is how you want to do this?"

"Absolutely! It's actually on my bucket list... never really got around to recording myself in action-"

With a wave of her hand, Bonnie brought his rambling to a halt. Images of him standing outside of her bedroom door were projected onto the fireplace.

He stood outside of her bedroom door wondering if he should go in. She was crying. She cried for hours every morning. They had been their for three and a half months, and for three months he stood outside of her door listening to her cry. She always showered after, and came downstairs smiling like nothing happened. Neither of them ever mentioned it. He couldn't take it anymore. The sounds of of her sobs muffled by her pillow was driving him insane.

He knocked softly before entering her room.

"I'm okay." She said thru sobs into the pillow.

He sat down on the bed next to her and began rubbing gentle circles on her back.

"You're not okay Bon. But you have every right to be not okay."

Bonnie turned onto her back. Damon laid next to her, propping his head up with the hand that was rubbing back.

"We're all alone." Bonnie cried. "They're probably not even looking for us. We have to find our own way out of here. No one is looking for us. No one loves us."

Damon decided to placate her. "We don't need them." Bonnie stopped crying to look up at him.

Damon continued. "We have each other." He tucked some unruly hair behind her ear. "We'll love each other."

Bonnie chuckled. "We hate each other."

"We don't hate each other." He wiped the tears from cheeks with the back of his hand. "We never have Bon, and you know it."

Mirroring his posture, Bonnie rested her head on her hand. "What would you call it?" Bonnie asked lifting her right brow drawing his attention there.

Damon swallowed hard. "You have beautiful eyes." He said like he was seeing them for the first time.

"Thanks." Bonnie said awkwardly. "So do yo-"

Damon kissed her before she finished her sentence. The feel of their lips connected was explosive. He wanted more. Damon gripped her by the hair near the nape of her neck to pull her closer to him. He slipped his tongue past her lips causing Bonnie to moan. When air became necessary, Bonnie pulled away breathlessly.

"What... What was that? What are we doing Damon?"

Damon recaptured her lips with his before maneuvering her beneath him. "Loving each other." He answered seductively.

They took their time tasting, and exploring each other's mouth. But he needed more of her. Damon peeled back the soft white sheet that covered her body. He growled when he discovered what was beneath the offending material.

"I would have never guessed that my judgy little witch preferred sleeping naked." Damon whispered into her ear before reclaiming her mouth.

His hands explored her body deliciously. She wanted to feel his, so she pushed his t-shirt upward. They only disconnected long enough for him to remove it. She impatiently reached for the waist of his jeans. Her small hand easily slipped inside causing him to moan shamelessly.

"Take em off." Bonnie ordered thru kisses.

Damon quickly obliged before wedging himself between her barely parted thighs. She moaned loudly when he stroked her bundle of nerves with the bulbous of his erection. He growled enjoying the radiate heat there. His progression was slow and deliberate, but aggressive. She loved it. He reached for both of her hands, entwining their fingers before he entered her. Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip hard trying to contain the squeal that was forming at the back of her throat from the feel of him stretching her. Her back arched causing her bare breast to tease his chest.

"Fuck!" He gasped trying to remain still while she got used to his size.

He placed open mouth kisses between her breast. She gave him a reassuring nod allowing him to continue. He thrust in and out of her at a torturously slow pace trying to enjoy every inch of her.

"God Bonnie, you feel so fucking good." Damon gritted out. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You have the sweetest tightest pussy...I can't wait to taste it."

She enjoyed the way he was whispering dirty things in her ear. Bonnie moaned bringing her leg up to crook around his back, she flipped them over so she was on top. The shock on Damon's face was evident. She rolled her hips several times before sliding off his erect member. She unabashedly climbed his body until she was straddling his face.

Damon chuckled. "I knew you were a freak." He admitted before diving in to taste her essence.

He ate her like a starved man being offered his favorite meal. Bonnie held tightly on to the headboard while she rode his tongue. She was moaning loudly and her movements became erratic. He knew she was close, so he wrapped his arms tightly around her thighs to hold her still while he brought her to her release. Her toes curled, and she cried out his name when she peaked. Damon gave her no time to recover. He quickly flipped her onto her back to thrust back into her. Her legs were spread wide, and her knees were high up on her breast pinned there by his chest. He reconnected their hands, and his eyes never left hers. He stroked in and out of her deep and powerful. Her entire body rocked with each deliciously slow thrust.

"God you're beautiful." He whispered before kissing her hungrily.

The passion between them was undeniable. He made love to her the way they both needed until she was a quivering pile of mush beneath him, and he was whispering her name while spilling his seed inside of her. He collapsed beside her, and she spoke for the first time since they began.

"That was..." She breathed out heavily searching for the right words. "That was-

HOT!

Caroline screeched from behind them.

Damon and Bonnie turned from where they sat on the sofa to see that the whole gang had not only returned, but had also witnessed at least some of the intimate moment they'd shared while stuck in 1994!

"Well this is awkward!" Enzo joked dryly!

A/N: dun dun dun... So who all saw the "sex tape?" staaaayyyy tuned!

Also Klaus comes back next chapter, and Bonnie has words with Elena.

Sorry for any mistakes. #selfedited

Also feel free to let me know what you would like to see happen. You never know, I might just throw it in the story.

Thank you!