Bonnie and Damon all alone?!?! That can make for some very interesting reading.

Well this is the PG-13 version. It's the same just cut out the hot stuff – so it's shorter and reworded in places, but the same gist.

Have fun and I hope that you all enjoy it. Of course I can see it clearly in my  mind, just hope I was descriptive enough for the rest of you.

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Disclaimer: Characters, places, and the like from the Vampire Diaries are the property of LJ Smith. I'm just borrowing them to create this tale. All other characters that have no ties to any other fics belong to me!

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Chapter Five

Damon carried his love all the way to their bedroom, despite her very insincere argument of being able to walk for herself. He knew that Bonnie was enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped around her. Once they were in that room he wanted to remain and forget all that had drawn him back to her – but he wanted to be certain that she would be safe, and that meant he would have to check every lock himself.

"Bonnie, I …" her fingers silenced his lips. "I know. Safe rather than sorry. Besides now I can get changed into a little surprise I brought with me … just for you."

Damon growled hungrily at that insinuation. "Than I shall only be a moment."

"Wait." That made Damon worry that she had changed her mind. "There is something I have wanted to do for so long. Any objections mio tenebroso fames?"

"None from me, fiamma." Damon's dark eyes twinkled. Bonnie could sense his happiness and curiosity.

Without a second's wait, Bonnie slowly rubbed her hand up his stomach and chest underneath his leather jacket. She knew that they both enjoyed the feel of her touch, because slowly she could feel herself becoming one with him. Once she reached his shoulders, she peeled the jacket off of him – tossing it into the nearby chair. Returning her attentions back to her new husband, Bonnie licked her lips before giving Damon a kiss that would heat his dreams for centuries to come. Her fingers got lost in his black hair, his hands held her body tight to his own as he rubbed up and down her back.

Damon began licking and planting moist sucking kisses down his bride's throat, enjoying the feel of her purring and moaning with pleasure. He came so close to losing it and throwing her on their bed to have his way with her – only her voice brought him back to that sweet moment. "Now you see what you have inspired in my dreams … or should I say have had a small taste of it?"

"I will be back before you know it. An then we will see how you handle my hottest dreams once I conquer yours." Damon hoarsely growled into Bonnie's ear as he teased her by rubbing himself tight against her intimately. Bonnie moaned a short and high-pitched shriek, bringing a smile to his face.

Bonnie opened her eyes to see that he had already left the room! "Damon, please hurry! I miss you so badly!"

~Hurry love. I'll be back in there in a couple of minutes, and I am curious as to your little surprise.~

Bonnie gasped a few times before grabbing the secreted bundle from her bag and shutting herself in the bathroom. The night had finally come! She would be able to wear her gown and robe for Damon.

Her shirt and bra were stripped off in a moment. But her shoes took a little time, seeing as she had to undo them. After that she slid out of her pants, socks, and underwear. She stood there and examined herself in the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. That stopped her.

She worried that Damon would not like how her body looked. She was slightly heavier than the last time he saw her, and the God awful scratches she had dug into her chest didn't help her appearance any. Bonnie knew that even with all of the lights out that Damon could see her with what little light was in the room without any trouble – making the option of the lights being out laughable. He'd still be able to see all of the flaws on her body.

A light rapping on the door broke her out of her thoughts. "Bonnie, I'm back. Do you need me to come in and help you?"

Suddenly Bonnie felt a sense of love, need, and most of all honor from her new husband. To him it didn't matter what she looked like, she was his Bonnie and she was the only one he wanted as his wife and Queen of Darkness. That was all she needed to make her smile at her reflection again. "No, you get comfortable. I'm half ready now. Another two minutes tops. I hope that you like this, because I know it will look familiar to you."

Quickly she slid on the gown that he had given her for that unusual birthday. Her breath caught in her throat when Bonnie looked again in the mirror. It was ivory colored silk that went to the floor and was held up with spaghetti straps. The top was low cut with a lace trim all along the edge. Beads were sprinkled all over it, and there was a high cut slit on one side that nearly came up to her hip. Bonnie had never felt so beautiful as she did right at that moment.

She took her brush and ran through her hair a few times, which made it shimmer and brought out its natural copper highlights. Once satisfied with that, Bonnie slowly pulled on the white lace robe that had come with her gown. Folding it loosely around herself, she barely tied its belt in an over handed wrap to keep the robe closed. ~Damon, when I first saw this I swore that I'd not wear it until I got you in bed with me. I knew even then that we were going to get back together. Now I can finally wear this.~

~What is it my Bonnie?~ Damon was half ready to rip that bathroom door off its hinges. He had missed Bonnie every moment of those five years, but for the sake that she wanted to make this night special and was dragging it out to burn every moment in their minds he would hold it back for his bride.

"Are you ready for me, my Damon?" Bonnie was giggling because she could feel the hunger he was desperately struggling to control – the same hunger that was burning in her.

She stole a glance at him as he stood doing something with his back to her. Damon too had changed and was now wearing a silk and satin robe that was a deep blood red color. A gasp escaped her lips at her first sight of his back before Bonnie could stifle it. Bonnie quickly noticed that he had filled the room with candles and had only then finished lighting the last few. She realized how romantic her husband really was.

"Bonnie, it's unfair that you see me but I cannot see you my love. If you have changed you mind …" She heard in his voice that her love was still worried.

Damon could see through her eyes, and read her mind as to what she was wearing. But, as to seeing her in the special gift he had given her that first birthday, he wanted to wait until she was ready to show him. It meant so much to him that she had held that gift until they were first reunited, but how far would his Bonnie want to go? "Damon, I love you. I would never change my mind about being with you. I want to be your wife, and I want to be your Queen."

"Come to me my love." Damon blinked back a tear that threatened to fall as he extended his hand to her.

Slowly Bonnie exhaled as she finally gave up her fears and gave herself to her only love. The door opened and Damon's breath – along with his heartbeat – caught in his throat. Never had he seen Bonnie so beautiful, not even in his most vivid erotic dreams about her. She moved across the room with the grace of a lady of the courts of old.

The first touch of his hand on her skin felt like a magical electricity. Her scent full of longing and fear of his rejection along with her love for him was more bittersweet than he ever imagined – like the taste of dark chocolate, a flavor that they both loved. She couldn't help but moan at the feel of his cool lips and moist tongue claiming a section of her neck, that moan deepening with longing as she felt his fangs rub the surface of her skin – almost like a vow of pure adoration from her lover to her in its movement and feeling. Bonnie began to soften her stance and gave her body completely over to Damon as he accepted her as his bride and wife forever.

When Damon ended his first sealing kiss and looked into her eyes, they had went from their normal soft brown to nearly as dark as her husband's with hunger. Bonnie felt her body go completely limp in her true love's arm – if he hadn't tightly took hold of her she was certain that she would have been in a puddle on the floor. Both were deeply in love, and knew that they were meant to be together. Through all that they and their friends had survived there could be not doubt of that.

"It took me close to nine hundred years to find you, my true love. And so many times I nearly lost you. Katherine, Smallwood, Klaus … now those girls, all of them nearly took you from me, my Bonnie. I stupidly gave you up five years ago because I thought being with me, a vampire, that I would put you in danger that you didn't deserve. I felt that you needed to have whatever you longed for in life. That's why I made sure you could finish your schooling. Tell me what it is you want Bonnie." Damon fought to control his voice as he looked into his only love's eyes. He hated sounding like his brother, but he couldn't help wanting to open himself to his wife, his Queen, his only.

Bonnie however let her tears fall as he opened his heart to her. She knew that he rarely allowed anyone to know his true thoughts and feelings. "I want to be with you, Damon. Whatever comes our way, no matter what we face … I want to face it all at your side. I want to be your wife … I want to be your Queen. The rest can fall into place as time rolls on. So long as the two of us are together forever. That is if you will have me."

"I only wanted to be yours for so long. One day … if you still wish so, I'll turn you into my Queen. I will never take any other as my love and my bride." Damon could feel that he was losing his battle for control of his tears.

"Damon, you said at the restaurant when I was ready that you would turn me into your Queen. My love, I am ready. Please Damon, tonight make me your wife and your Queen. That way I will be yours and only yours in every possible way. Then no one can take any claim on me, because I will give all that I am to you … my husband … my only love." Bonnie rested her head on his shoulder and sighed as she finally got everything out of her heart and soul.

Damon used his finger to lift her chin so that she could see that his every word was full of meaning. "Bonnie … my only love, I take you as my wife and my Queen. I know right now that the vow you just made me is how you truly feel and that you understand what you have asked of me. When I make love to you tonight – that will make us husband and wife. Then when I take your blood, it will be my accepting all you have vowed to me. Now I give you the same vow, that all I am and all I have is yours as my wife and Queen."

"When I drink your blood to turn into your Queen of darkness, I will also be accepting your vow. No one will have power or any control over either of us because we will belong to one another throughout time. Neither of us will be alone again, because we will be there for each other for the rest of eternity." With that, Bonnie slowly undid the slack knot holding his robe shut.

Damon mimicked her moves and went further by moved his hands up her stomach and chest as she did for him when they first arrived. He let the robe slip off of her shoulders and onto the floor. His breath again caught as he saw her in that beautiful gown he bought for her years before. ~I knew that this would be beautiful on you my love … but I had no idea that it would be this stunning.~

Damon reclaimed her kiss-swollen lips. Once again she felt his tongue and lips traced down her throat, Bonnie moaned louder as his fangs grazed the scar his scratch five years before had left behind. ~Later on my oh so sweet bride. For now relax and enjoy my touches.~

"All you have ever done tonight is give me pleasure. I love you Damon." Bonnie was barely able to gasp out.

He took full control by gathering her into his arms and carrying her to their bed. Just as he had five years earlier, Damon jumped on top of her – this time both of them ignored the wail of complaint that the bedsprings gave in response. He softly licked and kissed each of the horrid marks on her chest from earlier that night. At this he raised himself onto one arm and gazed down at his love. Yes, there was her need and heat burning in the normally soft brown eyes.

For over an hour he took and returned her love until her spent himself inside of her. Bonnie sighed into his mouth as she pulled him in for another deep kiss. His tongue swept into it and coaxed hers to come forward to play. Her fingers sank into his dark hair and pulled his face tighter against her own. Their tongues rubbed and dueled as they growled contentedly.

 "Let whatever may be focused on us now know that you are now my wife for the rest of eternity!" Damon yelled out as Bonnie giggled happily, and then rested his weight on his arms as he laid his forehead on her's. Damon rolled off of his new wife and drew her into his arms – with her head resting on his chest. Then neither knew anymore, as sleep took over their bodies.

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Hours later Damon woke to the feel of Bonnie shifting most of her weight onto her right arm to look at him. Opening his eyes brought a smile to his face – she was smiling down on him with such a look of love in her eyes. Bonnie didn't regret their actions thus far. "Sorry if I woke you."

"No, I'm just glad to finally wake and see that you are with me, cara. Are you still hurting?" Damon hated himself for tearing her apart the way he had, but he knew that to have gone slower would have made her pain drag out.

Bonnie kissed his lips softly and seductively. The look in her eyes was pure love. "I'm suppose to feel tender right now. In case you forgot you are my first – and I hope will be my only. Ti amore, Damon … my husband."

"I love you more my Bonnie … my beloved wife." He knew what was on her mind, but didn't want to face it yet. "Cara …"

Bonnie's face showed that her mind was set, she wasn't going to remain mortal for very much longer. "We agreed love. I'm ready."

That was all that Damon needed to be certain of his wife's heart. He laid her back onto the bed and kissed her deep for the last time in her human life. Then allowing his fangs to grow, he tore through her neck giving only a short sharp pain where the flesh gave way. He relished every sweet drop he drank from her neck. She was like berries and summer play, winter fires and chocolate.

Bonnie loved the feeling of him feeding once the pain left her – much like their love making earlier. He was accepting and devouring her spirit and heart as his own, marking her as his in every possible way. Now and again she'd moan and sigh as she felt her strength ebbing away, but she could feel herself becoming his and it made the loss of her mortality all right.

Damon stopped just short of ending his wife's life and ripped a cut into his chest. The thought of never being alone again, of being her's made him realize how lucky he had been to regain her. Shawn had been right all those years before – Bonnie was special because she owned Damon's heart completely. As he felt her drink, he knew that she was accepting him in a way no one else ever had – not even those he had made vampires in the past. Bonnie was taking his very essence as her own, marking her as his alone and showing all that he belonged with her. He sighed and relaxed back as he held her to his chest and let her drink deeply and for as long as she would.

Bonnie loved the taste in her mouth. It reminded her of dark cherries and childhood games of tag or hide-n-go-seek in the dark, of playing in the snow till late and sharing a warm meal with her friends after. He would forever be her's, like she would never stop being his. As she swallowed, she felt a change growing within her. A hunger that once went unnoticed was growing, all of her senses were heightened to a dizzying loft, and she sensed him merging into herself.

~Tell me that you are well, mio fiamma.~

Bonnie smiled as his wound healed itself and Damon laid her onto the mattress and pillow. Wrapping her arms around his neck she gave him one last stirring kiss before allowing herself to fall asleep. ~I'm fine my dark hunger. I know it's going to take me time to finish this, so if anyone gives you a hard time while I'm out of it just tell them to take it up with me once I get up. Funny …~

Damon raised an eyebrow at his Queen's last thought. ~What's funny, my love?~

~My grandma – the one who told me all about my powers – she predicated that I was going to die young and beautiful, but I don't think she saw what I'll soon be. Well it looks like she was right about my death. Was she right Damon?~ Bonnie was scared that she had forced her love into a decision that he'd in time regret.

"You are very beautiful, my Bonnie. For now you rest, and I'll deal with our friends and nosey family."

Bonnie simply nodded before curling on her side facing him and dieing. Damon held his breath as he waited for her heart to beat again, terrified of losing her to eternity. After a few moments it did start again and he relaxed. He covered her in the sheet and two blankets before snuggling in beside her, pulling her changing body into his arms, and falling fast asleep himself.

Neither of them sensed the other life force in their room – nor would they until they searched for it.

Well, that will suffice for a wedding I suppose.

Do you really want to know about the other life force? Do you? Should I tell all? Could it be one of the brats? Could it be a new player? Could it be an old enemy?

If you want to know all you have to do is ask. Can see at least three possible sign ins in the near future. LOL