Title: Inner Turmoil Part 11/?
Author: Lady Grimms
Email: ladygrimms@hotmail.com
Chapter Eleven:
Bonnie stood in the grand hallway of what must be the more exquisite house she had ever been in. It was something taken right out of lifestyles of the rich and famous.
Damon dumped her suitcase at the base of the stairs. She laid his jacket on a chair by the front door, unsure of what to say or do.
This was the moment. She made a run for her life, hopeful that it would be enough to save it.
He walked up to her, and took her hand. He escorted her up the stairs, and down a long hallway, past several closed doors until they reached a set of double doors that could only be the master suite.
He opened it and motioned her to enter into the blackness. She obeyed but felt a little unnerved that she couldn't see anything.
Bonnie took a step back only to find her back running into something solid.
At first, she thought it was the door, but when hands touched her arms and slowly ran up to her shoulders, she knew.
She could feel the light rush of warm air when his breath touched her throat, followed by cool lips like silk. She closed her eyes and savoured the feeling as he slowly ran his lips in a line up to her chin, ear then into her hair as he breathed in her scent.
Candles flickered to life, illuminating the room with a soft white light.
Glass doors were off to the right, leading into a lush garden with a sculpted pond. She could hear the soft chatter of water as it fell from the hands of a smiling roman woman and into the waters below.
"Follow me," he said softly, startling her when he spoke.
She obeyed, and Damon led her to an attached bathroom with a sunken tub. Black double sinks set in marble; the faucets were a strange deep maroon with golden accents. The shower and tub were both done in the style as the counter. She wanted to slip into the tub and stay there for eternity.
Damon being her total body sponge, of course.
"I thought you might want to wash up."
She grinned up at him, and said, "Do you mind if I have a bath?"
"Anything you wish, cara mia." He hesitated and then caught her chin in his hand, lifting her chin slightly to brush his lips against hers. "I'll be back later."
She wanted to look into those dark eyes forever.
He turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.
Bonnie stood still for a moment, dazed until the pull of the tub forced her to move. She quickly shed her clothing, wrapping her body in a plush towel. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, feeling for the perfect temperature. She poured in a powder that smelled like lavender and watched the bubbles build.
Once everything was perfect, she discarded the towel and sunk into the water, feeling like she had just fallen into heaven. She lifted a leg to rest on the edge, and noticed a bottle of red wine sitting with a single glass. Below it was a single card with her name written.
She uncorked it, and poured a large glass. She sipped it, revelling in the smooth taste. Obviously, Damon spared no expense for himself or any woman he claimed for an evening.
She must have lain in the tub for an hour. To her dismay, the one paltry glass of wine went straight to her head, leaving it spinning but quite content.
The water started to loose its attraction as it cooled, and Bonnie was sure her skin was mirroring the appearance of a prune. She climbed out of the tub, pulling the drain out and stepped out onto a bathmat. She swayed and fell towards the wall, but managed to catch herself before she ended up a heap on Damon's floor.
She slowly bent down to pick up the towel and dried herself. After she secured the towel around her body, she left the bathroom, feeling a little odd.
Bonnie sat down on the bed, fully aware that no one but herself was in the house. Damon had left. She shrugged, not caring. He had sat he'd be back, and she believed him.
Hair still wet, she discarded the towel and slipped into the sheets, absently noting that they were silk and fell asleep.
********
Bonnie awoke to someone sitting next to her. She blinked her eyes, trying to focus.
The bedside lamp turned on, illuminating sharp features and black, straight hair.
"Hey," she said sleepily. "Have a nice trip?"
Damon raised an eyebrow in amusement, but something was troubling him. "Perhaps."
She snorted in disgust. She'd probably have to beat a straight answer out of him.
He leaned down so his lips were almost touching hers. "I'd like to see you try."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she laughed. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him neck.
"I can do more that try, Damon Salvatore," she said smugly and pressed her lips firmly against his.
His own arms snaked around her body and he pulled her into his lap. They kissed softly but with urgency. His hands began to roam from her back to her front, making her shiver in pleasure when they caressed her breasts.
Without breaking the kiss, Bonnie unwound her arms from Damon's neck and moved them down to remove his shirt, her own hands desperately wanting to clench at his flesh. But as she tried to move, her limbs felt incredibly tired.
He had to help her but soon her worries were forgotten as she had the pleasure of feeling skin against skin.
He lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He laid her back down on the bed while he nibbled at the edge of her lips. When his weight descended on her, she thought perhaps she had wandered into a dream, one of many fantasies. His hands moved fervidly down to pull her hips, pulling her body closer.
She wanted more but silken lips were already travelling down to her throat.
We fit well together, she thought as his teeth broke through. The world became pure pleasure as he drank but reality also wavered. Her thoughts were jumbled, skipping from her youth to graduation, to the horror of dying. To Stefan lying helplessly under the threat of Klaus; to Damon kissing her at Alaric's first party.
There was no light in reality, nothing to see but the dark. A terrible wrench in her chest made her aware enough that she had to fight to hold onto her body, as her soul slowly began to drift.
*Damon*, she thought desperately. *I can't-*
*Don't worry*, he replied. His voice sounded reassuring but with an edge of fear.
When his blood flowed down her throat, she couldn't feel or see anything. And yet, there were flashes of his own mental images. Searching the streets of Fell's Church. Eyeing a young woman with red hair walking down the street and then . . .
But it was too late to understand the rest. The world was too hard to keep hold and she floated into the darkness.
TBC
Chapter Eleven:
Bonnie stood in the grand hallway of what must be the more exquisite house she had ever been in. It was something taken right out of lifestyles of the rich and famous.
Damon dumped her suitcase at the base of the stairs. She laid his jacket on a chair by the front door, unsure of what to say or do.
This was the moment. She made a run for her life, hopeful that it would be enough to save it.
He walked up to her, and took her hand. He escorted her up the stairs, and down a long hallway, past several closed doors until they reached a set of double doors that could only be the master suite.
He opened it and motioned her to enter into the blackness. She obeyed but felt a little unnerved that she couldn't see anything.
Bonnie took a step back only to find her back running into something solid.
At first, she thought it was the door, but when hands touched her arms and slowly ran up to her shoulders, she knew.
She could feel the light rush of warm air when his breath touched her throat, followed by cool lips like silk. She closed her eyes and savoured the feeling as he slowly ran his lips in a line up to her chin, ear then into her hair as he breathed in her scent.
Candles flickered to life, illuminating the room with a soft white light.
Glass doors were off to the right, leading into a lush garden with a sculpted pond. She could hear the soft chatter of water as it fell from the hands of a smiling roman woman and into the waters below.
"Follow me," he said softly, startling her when he spoke.
She obeyed, and Damon led her to an attached bathroom with a sunken tub. Black double sinks set in marble; the faucets were a strange deep maroon with golden accents. The shower and tub were both done in the style as the counter. She wanted to slip into the tub and stay there for eternity.
Damon being her total body sponge, of course.
"I thought you might want to wash up."
She grinned up at him, and said, "Do you mind if I have a bath?"
"Anything you wish, cara mia." He hesitated and then caught her chin in his hand, lifting her chin slightly to brush his lips against hers. "I'll be back later."
She wanted to look into those dark eyes forever.
He turned and left, closing the door softly behind him.
Bonnie stood still for a moment, dazed until the pull of the tub forced her to move. She quickly shed her clothing, wrapping her body in a plush towel. She sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the water, feeling for the perfect temperature. She poured in a powder that smelled like lavender and watched the bubbles build.
Once everything was perfect, she discarded the towel and sunk into the water, feeling like she had just fallen into heaven. She lifted a leg to rest on the edge, and noticed a bottle of red wine sitting with a single glass. Below it was a single card with her name written.
She uncorked it, and poured a large glass. She sipped it, revelling in the smooth taste. Obviously, Damon spared no expense for himself or any woman he claimed for an evening.
She must have lain in the tub for an hour. To her dismay, the one paltry glass of wine went straight to her head, leaving it spinning but quite content.
The water started to loose its attraction as it cooled, and Bonnie was sure her skin was mirroring the appearance of a prune. She climbed out of the tub, pulling the drain out and stepped out onto a bathmat. She swayed and fell towards the wall, but managed to catch herself before she ended up a heap on Damon's floor.
She slowly bent down to pick up the towel and dried herself. After she secured the towel around her body, she left the bathroom, feeling a little odd.
Bonnie sat down on the bed, fully aware that no one but herself was in the house. Damon had left. She shrugged, not caring. He had sat he'd be back, and she believed him.
Hair still wet, she discarded the towel and slipped into the sheets, absently noting that they were silk and fell asleep.
********
Bonnie awoke to someone sitting next to her. She blinked her eyes, trying to focus.
The bedside lamp turned on, illuminating sharp features and black, straight hair.
"Hey," she said sleepily. "Have a nice trip?"
Damon raised an eyebrow in amusement, but something was troubling him. "Perhaps."
She snorted in disgust. She'd probably have to beat a straight answer out of him.
He leaned down so his lips were almost touching hers. "I'd like to see you try."
Her eyes widened slightly, and she laughed. She reached up and wrapped her arms around him neck.
"I can do more that try, Damon Salvatore," she said smugly and pressed her lips firmly against his.
His own arms snaked around her body and he pulled her into his lap. They kissed softly but with urgency. His hands began to roam from her back to her front, making her shiver in pleasure when they caressed her breasts.
Without breaking the kiss, Bonnie unwound her arms from Damon's neck and moved them down to remove his shirt, her own hands desperately wanting to clench at his flesh. But as she tried to move, her limbs felt incredibly tired.
He had to help her but soon her worries were forgotten as she had the pleasure of feeling skin against skin.
He lifted her, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He laid her back down on the bed while he nibbled at the edge of her lips. When his weight descended on her, she thought perhaps she had wandered into a dream, one of many fantasies. His hands moved fervidly down to pull her hips, pulling her body closer.
She wanted more but silken lips were already travelling down to her throat.
We fit well together, she thought as his teeth broke through. The world became pure pleasure as he drank but reality also wavered. Her thoughts were jumbled, skipping from her youth to graduation, to the horror of dying. To Stefan lying helplessly under the threat of Klaus; to Damon kissing her at Alaric's first party.
There was no light in reality, nothing to see but the dark. A terrible wrench in her chest made her aware enough that she had to fight to hold onto her body, as her soul slowly began to drift.
*Damon*, she thought desperately. *I can't-*
*Don't worry*, he replied. His voice sounded reassuring but with an edge of fear.
When his blood flowed down her throat, she couldn't feel or see anything. And yet, there were flashes of his own mental images. Searching the streets of Fell's Church. Eyeing a young woman with red hair walking down the street and then . . .
But it was too late to understand the rest. The world was too hard to keep hold and she floated into the darkness.
TBC