AN: Long time no see! Sorry about that, I had a really busy month!
In case you may have forgotten, Damon is half French half Italian. His mother's side is French and father, Italian. His mother and her family immigrated from France to Italy kind of like how Damon moved from Italy to the US when he was young.
A warning for this chapter: there is a good deal of adult content sprinkled throughout and its pretty lengthy at one point.
l'eau à la bouche—mouth watering
Anyways hope you enjoy!
Chapter 11: The Very Thought of You
The very thought of you
and I forget to do
those little ordinary things
that everyone ought to do.
I'm living in a kind of daydream,
I'm happy as a queen.
and foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything.
The mere idea of you.
The longing here for you.
You never know how slow
the moments go
till I'm near to you.
I see your face in every flower.
Your eyes in stars above.
It's just the thought of you,
the very thought of you, my love.
Billie Holiday
Interlude: After the first date, before the bonfire
It wasn't just Bonnie who was struggling since the last time they were together.
Damon kept a strong face but he was crumbling inside.
The shared masturbation session hadn't been enough for him. Rather, with his nerves on frayed ends, he thought it exacerbated things.
Watching the video of the hauntingly familiar-looking couple and fantasizing not just about him and Bonnie being in their positions, but about what Bonnie was feeling while she was watching the video, what she was doing to herself while watching it, doused the flame that was already a toasty fire in his gut with kerosene, until it grew and then grew some more, finally taking over him. All he could think about was Bonnie. All he wanted to see was Bonnie.
Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie.
He was going insane.
And then he realized he was in love with Bonnie and that what he was feeling this go-round for her was real.
A feeling so pure and apodictic came upon him, weighty like a warm blanket on a winter night.
He felt…happy. No, that word didn't feel right, he felt…he felt…complete maybe?
Truly there was no word for the feeling he felt.
It just was.
It was like his insides were made of air and so every step he took had a buoyancy to it where his feet never fully touched the ground. He felt incredible like he could land a failing, free-falling plane safely on the ground or climb Mount Everest without any gear and reach the peak in just a t-shirt, shorts, and a winning smile on his face.
However, that feeling edged along the line of madness as well. Madness knowing that without fail, that moment she greets him and his eyes land on hers, his chest would get so tight it would be hard to breathe; that his mind could be on the most nondescript thing, and somehow he would find a relation from it to Bonnie, and invariably his thoughts would be distracted with all of his focus on her.
He was so attuned to her that he could pick up the sound of her footsteps, light from her small feet, and sure of themselves due to her grace as she made her way up his porch or to the door of his studio. His nose was so wide open to her that even before she made her way into his presence, he could distinguish her from others by her mouthwatering, cock-hardening scent.
And fuck, did she smell good.
Dark and mysterious like roses, heated vanilla, and the warm air at night, yet innocent like fresh linen and daisies. His little bird was always the contradiction.
Even after all this time they'd spent together, Damon still couldn't get over how much she confused him. Demure yet sexy, biting yet kind, judgemental but understanding. She was a phenomenon that Damon couldn't easily slot into place like he did everyone else.
As much help as she claimed he was giving her in their sessions, he was gaining just as much from learning about her. She intrigued him and he was fascinated by the unusual feelings she erected in him. Feelings he'd never thought someone like him could truly have.
Now that he had them and was experiencing them, he couldn't help but be greedy for more. He learned that watching her ignited the sensation and fed that need. Even learning the silliest things about her, created a warmth in his chest that he realized was fondness.
Like the tingle he felt over the bridge of his nose and the heavy feeling that settled on his tongue as he discovered one of her quirks. For example, Bonnie was like a little old lady sometimes, enjoying her crosswords and even knitting as she sat in front of his fireplace, hunched over and focused on her work. A furrow to her brow created a cute little dimple above it, a sign of her concentration as she tried to think up a particularly vexing word in her puzzle, which would then exchange for the gentle hum on her lips while she sat back and stitched a piece of yarn on her needles. Damon had thought that all she'd needed was a rocking chair and a grey wig and she'd match one of the ladies in his grandmother's circle of friends.
After letting her in on his thoughts, he narrowly dodged the pointed spike of the needle headed for his chest curiously in the same fashion as one would throw a stake at a vampire.
Bonnie could be quite pensive as well and overly contemplative, just staring into the flames as if they were her ancestors talking to her and giving words of wisdom. For a long time, she would sit like that. Her head would tilt and the flames would bow in the same direction; it brought a chill down his spine and made him once again question her otherworldliness.
However, as quiet as she could be, she was even more so talkative…and curious. Bonnie could talk his head off if he'd let her–and most of the time he did, just to hear the soft warm sound of her voice, and watch the way her full lips worked. He could fall into a trance while watching the way her lips formed words, so sensuously like she was devouring them, truly a talent if you asked him. She made it so hard to resist and he'd reckon he was a good boy for enduring as long as he did, that was until his impish inclinations took over and he finally stole a kiss. Hard-won after the torture she put him through of not kissing him herself for however long. She'd yell at him for interrupting her–after blushing down to her toes at the hungry look he couldn't keep from his face. He'd tell her not to worry, he was paying attention, as the saying goes, he could walk and chew gum just fine. It goes without saying that when someone that entrancing was speaking, you for damn sure were hanging onto every word they said. He just wanted a kiss to seal the deal for each statement her lips made.
A lot of the things she said were quite interesting if she wasn't going gaga over some celebrity heartthrob that she, Elena, and Caroline were into. He even enjoyed listening to the latest campus gossip and whatever fad or trending topic she was interested in. However, most of the time she would talk about whatever book or TV show she was into, a topic he was readily interested in joining especially after learning her tastes weren't too far from his own. The discourse they shared while exchanging recommendations for shows or books the other wasn't familiar with or debating on differing opinions was entertaining as well. Like their latest argument on what was better: The Office or Parks and Rec, that got heated pretty quickly. At least they could agree that Friends was overrated and a blatant ripoff of Living Single.
Then there was her curiosity which was as annoying as it was cute. As much as he'd tried to block her and redirect her attention at the beginning of their relationship, once that wall came tumbling down it was a free for all. She was interested in everything about him. From things as trivial as his go-to beverage in the morning, tea or coffee–coffee, black and a shot of bourbon couldn't go wrong on especially onerous mornings; to complicated questions like his relationship with his brother which was still in the process of healing since the Katherine/Elena situation.
She would ask him just about everything.
She was also quite humorous. As much as he liked to think he was funny, Bonnie was even more so, except she was less ostentatious with her line delivery, usually showing her humor with a quip off of something he had previously said or an observation he made. They exchanged barbs like no other and when he wasn't rolling his eyes for the added effect he was chuckling or genuinely laughing at whatever she said.
Most of all, he thought Bonnie was a free spirit. Or at least one trying to get out. Underneath all that reservation and second-guessing was a woman just wanting to dance with the wind and have fun. When it wasn't a problem that she had to solve or something that would blatantly affect another person, Bonnie could be spontaneous and fun-loving; uncaring of how people viewed her. She laughed full and happily, got up and danced when and with whom she wanted to–thankfully it was usually him. Like that time they were in the middle of a cafe and her favorite Billie Holiday song came on and she pulled him to dance with her in the open space that led outside. They did little more than sway and people watched, however, Bonnie didn't care. Damon couldn't bring himself to either as her slumberous and content gaze stayed on his, her full lips stayed fixed in an enchanting smile and he was thusly once again, brought under her spell.
She was impetuous like that, some days when they were hanging out, just sitting around his or hers, she'd sit up like she'd been zapped and tell him they should go out. To the park, to the beach, the movies, heck they even frolicked–for lack of a better word, in the forest once, which was also an unforgettable memory.
However, he also found her to be a creature of habit. She rewatched the same movies–ugh, The Bodyguard, reread the same books–The Little Prince, a pass down from her grandmother of which he was surprised to find she carried a French edition. He was doubly bewildered to see that she enjoyed a children's book so much until she mentioned that it was nice to read something easy and light after reading textbooks, scholarly journals, and conference papers every day—he could understand that, he got lost in his common book of choice, The Call of the Wild, to dull his mind with familiar words after a long week. She also mentioned that reading it always made her feel close to her grandmother as the woman would read it to her as a child and it was one of the first ways she taught Bonnie, French.
She talked to Caroline and Elena at exactly the same time, on different phone calls each day as another sign of her wont behavior. When she came home from school, she went straight away to take a bath or a shower, coming out smelling freshly like roses and vanilla.
Straight from the bath was probably one of the hardest times for Damon not to just throw her on the bed and have his wicked way with her. So caught up in her fresh scent he'd catch his drool as he watched her head to the kitchen to prepare their dinner. Belly full, she'd either scroll through social media or watch some videos while her stomach settled, then she'd clean up a bit and get to work on her class assignments for the rest of the night. Damon memorized her habits in his mind and made a list with the times exact by the minute, varied depending on the day of the week.
He probably seemed like a creep.
He wasn't going to deny it, nor was he ashamed of it. He watched her, while usually sitting on her couch, head bowed, like a lion hunting its prey within a thicket of tall grass. His eyes would move with her form around the room as she went from habit to habit in her routine. Sometimes forgetting to breathe, he'd take a deep breath of her, expelling it out of his nose before licking his lips hoping to find remnants of her diffused taste.
She didn't seem to mind, as she'd intermittently bless him with a kiss while she made her way past him onto the next thing she had to do, ignoring his hands that groped and fondled and increasingly tried to keep her hostage in his arms.
He didn't think her acceptance was because she didn't notice his attention either, as it was as heavy as an elephant on a step stool. Which, he'd admit, on occasion, it was hard for him to be discreet with his feelings…
No, he didn't think she minded at all.
On the contrary, sometimes he'd catch her staring with a look of her own and a smirk on her lips. Sometimes she'd…play with him, wanting to tease and see how much she could tempt him.
She must have really thought he was honorable since he'd lasted so long, but he was nothing of the sort.
Damon wasn't a good guy, and he wasn't nice either.
If she knew the thoughts that were running through his head just from the sight of her doing something as simple as casually smiling at him or sweetly looking up into his eyes, she'd probably cut her losses and run for the hills.
Such a simple look of plain happiness or attention she sent his way would have him mad and obsessed. Insane thoughts of locking her up and chaining her to his bed invariably naked as he made her want no one else but him would flash so debilitatingly through his mind that he'd take deep breaths, distracting himself as he thought of something else until he was less contemplative and persistent that she'd have a happy life with him, and more ashamed and repentant by his thoughts. People often told him he went a little too hard for the things he cared about and now he couldn't deny it, the feeling was ten times stronger now that it was someone he actually loved.
And to think that that was innocent compared to what he held himself back from doing when she pulled shit like what she tended to tease him with.
Spaghetti straps and hot pants, her wagging behind as she bent over him to grab the remote, Sorry, don't mind me, she'd breathed into his ear as his arms lifted up from the shock. Her breasts brushed his tensed legs and her ass was near his face. She slipped, her face almost falling into his crotch and he had no choice but to wrap his twitching hand around her small waist to steady her. Eventually, it would grow a mind of its own and smooth down the dip in her back and over the pert flesh of her glowing bottom, but before he could squeeze, tempted to even smack it a little, she would be up and completely gone from his space, turning the channel before skipping over to the kitchen for a glass of water.
He wasn't an idiot, he know what she was doing, so when she came back with her water and replaced the bowl of popcorn in her lap while sitting down, he'd glare at her and not even bother to hide or adjust his burgeoning hard-on.
What? Her lips would form. Pretty green eyes would widen as she lifted her petite shoulders, no longer able to ignore the heat of his stare.
He'd scoff and shake his head incredulously. As if she didn't know what she was doing to him.
Nevertheless, angsting or not, moments later he'd take her offered feet into his lap and rub the dainty appendages with his hands until she sighed, happily watching the TV. Her state of complacency was an obvious sign that she was pleased to get away with messing with him for the millionth time.
Ugh.
Or the nights she would be wearing one of his college shirts or his bulky varsity crew neck sweaters that were even too big for him. When she stole it? He had no clue. Probably on the nights she stayed over at his because when he spent the night at her place he only brought over pajama pants.
She took a liking to wearing them and looked more cute and elfin than anyone had a right to be in them too. He would be pleased by the sight until he realized she had nothing on underneath. Of course, that's when she'd ask him to come to bed with her, the nod of her head towards her room and the sweet tilt to her lips more provocative than a hand down his pants.
His heart would do a funny little tilt a whirl, his neck would heat, his palms would sweat and his shaft would lengthen against his thigh and he'd feel like she was going to devour him. He'd feel like a little boy again lured by a witch, scared of the forbidden, scared of the unknown.
And let him tell you, he'd never felt that way before, even when he was young.
Bonnie frustrated him as much as she enamored him.
After the first two weeks of dating, he found himself that close to losing his cool and just…saying fuck it, just picking her up from against that door she'd bite her lips and lift the hem of his shirt to toy with his resistance and tease the apex of her bare thighs, throw her on the bed and eat her tight snatch until he could literally taste the sweetness of her soul.
He'd go all night, intermittently edging her and bringing her to release, until she begged him to stop, and he would do it too–continue on that is, just to see the tears that stubbornly refused to break from her eyes as she pleaded for mercy and apologized for being such a bad girl. He'd show her none, even as she tried to crawl away attempting to tap out. He'd pull her by her leg and go at it all over again until she was too spent to fight and then he'd emblazon the curve of his cock, the size of his girth, and the feel of his tip so far into her pussy that her eyes would cross and from then on as soon as she could smell him in the air, as if on cue, her pussy would excitedly weep for him.
Damon growled trying to ignore the sting of his sweat dripping into the cuts and lacerations that marred his body.
Thoughts like those were why he was letting off steam and fighting in an illegal boxing ring underneath his friend Alaric Saltzman's pub.
The press of warm sweaty flesh, bruised and beaten against his knuckles as he dodged, bobbed, and weaved before knocking his opponent unconscious was a release that was more viable than the one he truly wanted.
Opponent after opponent faced him in the ring but he was on a roll. Sexual frustration, pent-up aggression, and a heady level of testosterone were unmatched. It was what won wars on the battlefield and slayed monsters and demons alike in the fantasy realm. Damon was falling victim to it like any other man.
He didn't come here that often, at least not as quickly and in succession as he did this time after participating in a just as unscrupulous car race a few nights before. The engine of his car roared through the frame, causing a vibration through his teeth and thighs as his hands curled into a fist around the vehicle's struggling wheel while his car peeled past other racers on the abandoned streets of a derelict town two cities over, but when he said he needed it.
He needed it.
At that point of being in a constant state of arousal and permanently half-mast around Bonnie, he was worried that all it would take was her saying his name even a little suggestively until he blacked out and woke up to himself dicking her down, his hips more and more aggressive and losing all control at the sight of her victorious expression and sinfully moaning mouth. Probably more than happy that her feminine wiles finally won out.
And how easy it would be, to let her win. Every day he contemplated why he tortured not just himself but her as well.
It all floated back to why he got into sex therapy. The healing that he not only gave to his clients but that he partook in as well. Damon knew himself; he didn't refer to himself as a stud for no reason. And after being with Bonnie the first time, he could easily see himself falling into old patterns and subsisting on nothing else but the glorious potion inside her lips and the fount of ecstasy between her legs.
He wanted the time for them to properly date and to get to know one another romantically to be separate from that, and special. The time would come for them to consummate their relationship, and it would be everything she and he ever wished for, but he didn't want to rush it, not with her.
Plus, the anticipation made it all the sweeter.
Unfortunately, resisting temptation in the form of the woman of his dreams was easier said than done.
Damon growled, throwing one punch after the other until the man before him was his own personal punching bag. His opponent got a few good punches in, but with Damon in the zone, it could have been mosquito stings for all he cared. His fists were thundering against the other man's skin until his eyes glazed and blood, from either Damon's tattered knuckles or the man's bludgeoned nose and lip, was painting his face and the floor.
The beauty–in a grotesque sort of fashion, of Alaric's pub slash underground fight club, was that there was no officiator to pull the men away when it got to be too much. No one stopped until the winner deemed they were done. Whether that was until the opponent was knocked out, or regrettably—dead.
Damon, while needing a release for his aggression, wasn't a guy that went quite to those extremes. So once the man was punch-drunk and wobbling on his feet, eyes unfocused and rolling around his head, Damon just pushed him away with a couple of fingers at his forehead and watched the man fall deftly to the floor.
Cheers of his name and winning bets filled the room but Damon bypassed it and the hands that clapped along his sweaty back as he made it out of the ring.
"Did that help?" A man with brown hair and sun-tanned skin asked, his blue eyes shining in a way that highlighted his amusement. Despite his arrogant smirk, he was as enigmatic as ever, holding his true feelings close to his vest while leaning against the wall as rounds for bets were being called for the next fight around them.
"Not even a little bit, Ric." Damon curled his lip, coming to a stop in front of the man.
"Well, I guess that calls for a drink," Alaric cocked what could be called a pitying brow and pushed away from his slouch on the wall.
Damon raised his brows with a sigh, his mood lifting at the thought of alieving his burgeoning aches and pains with liquor, "Well you're paying."
"And why's that, jackass?"
Damon snorted, "Because I won all of my fights, duh. You lost the bet asshole," He swaggered past the man in a smooth way that belied his body turning in on itself. As a token for his grief, Alaric clapped him on the back extra hard and earned a repressed grunt and a flinch for his effort.
"Yeah, alright." Alaric chuckled, following behind his unruly friend.
.oOo.
The First Date continued.
Twenty minutes later found them at that little bistro he really liked and he was soon to find out by the pleased look on Bonnie's face, that it should have been the place they went for their date in the first place.
It was a cozy little place with an unimposing brick facade that wouldn't attract anyone who couldn't see the jewel that lay beneath.
Inside, was a place made from magic.
Warm lighting highlighted the lovingly crafted architecture, reverently dusted paintings, knicknacks and other ornamental trappings. Circular tables took over the floor in a seemingly arbitrary fashion and yet it suited the flow of the restaurant and didn't stop the servers from getting to where they needed to go, in fact, they seemed to dance around the tables causing their aprons and skirts to shift and flow with the white table cloths in harmony. Soft music played in the background as a final piece to the presentation the restaurant showed, the lilting voice of a woman singing in French overlaid the scenery and caused the candles on the tables to glow romantically.
As soon as they walked through the door, a loud shout of Damon's name drew their attention and before they knew it they were being shown to their table by the owner. He was a portly man whom Damon also knew by name and was close enough in familiarity to clasp in a hug. At the table, Damon pulled out Bonnie's chair before taking his suit jacket from her shoulders. He had tossed it over her on the walk to the restaurant regardless of if at the time she had said she was fine, he didn't want to chance her feeling cold and getting sick.
After a brief yet ebullient conversation with the owner toggling between French and English, he hustled back into the kitchen with his staff to make them some "l'eau à la bouche" dessert.
A couple of cups of coffee were set before them, perfectly steaming with a delicious aroma wafting, by a small girl who smiled familiarly at Damon. "Café Viennois et Café Serré."
"Merci." Damon winked and Bonnie smiled back at the young girl.
The girl skipped off and the couple exchanged a look before moving to take sips from their drinks.
"Wow!" Bonnie exclaimed, this had to be one of the best cups of coffee she ever had. "This is amazing."
"Yeah, they don't exactly use a Keurig here." Damon snickered.
"If so, they need to send me the link to where they found it," Bonnie giggled, cozying further into her seat, her small hands wrapped firmly around her cup bringing the hills of her tiny shoulders up closer to her ears, her body bowed, indulging in the small source of heat.
Damon had one of his arms wrapped around the back of her chair while the other held his own coffee, however, his eyes stayed on the beauty next to him, watching her enjoy her drink with rapt attention as if he was a boy from the 1960s, huddled around his TV watching the first moonlanding.
Her spine straightened in response to her awareness of him. Lengthy lashes blinked up at Damon as she noticed his shameless unabated gaze.
Smaragdine eyes narrowed suspiciously, "You stare at me a lot, you know. It's quite rude." Bonnie pursed her full lips against the rim of her cup, inadvertently puffing her cheeks in an adorable way.
Damon cocked a brow, "I can't help that you're so gorgeous that I can't take my eyes off of you, Bonnie." He said her name in an exaggerated French accent, most likely to emphasize the meaning of her name.
She blushed, "...still."
Damon grinned.
"You know I'm still mad at you. You're not off the hook that easily and you still haven't given me what I want." She sang softly with a melodic cadence.
He cocked the side of his lips up, "What do you want to know?"
It was her turn to stare now and he fought the urge to pull at his collar.
"So tell me, how does a twenty-five-year-old man, straight out of college and with seemingly no experience, own such a successful practice?" She tilted her head. "Is it crack? Are you selling?"
The ebony-haired man chucked, "Hitting me with the illegal drug distribution accusations already, huh? I thought that would wait until I asked you to creatively hide suspicious substances on your person during a trip to the Maldives," Damon pinched his lips together to stifle his grin while Bonnie narrowed her twinkling eyes. His mouth twitched, obviously gearing for something shameless, "I know I come across as your average Joe. You know, smart but not intimidatingly so, however, as much as it may surprise you, I pick things up pretty quickly and I get work done ten times as fast." Damon smirked and Bonnie stared back blankly. He was giving her the worst kind of answer for a job interview and she was certainly eating it up less than an overworked manager willing to hire just about anyone would. The moment stretched on until he finally broke his facade, "Alright, that and," he waved his hand dismissively, "nepotism."
"Ah, there it is." Bonnie grinned. "Although the drug-lording would have been a little more interesting." She sighed dejectedly, showing her disappointment.
"But," He stopped her quickly wanning attention with the one elongated syllable, "there was also a shit load of work added into it as well you know!" Damon defended, grudgingly amused. "My old man had a business of his own in financial services and investment banking, I didn't care for that kind of thing, luckily Stefan did and he's taking on the mantel once he graduates. I, on the other hand, being the black sheep of the family that I am, decided to disgrace my parents with a degree in psychology and as an afterthought, a business degree as well. That was fine until I made things even worse going into sex therapy," Damon lowered his voice as if the word was a salacious, icky thing, and raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
Bonnie followed suit by putting her hand to her chest, her facial expression similarly aghast.
He chuckled, "Long story short, my father got sick and was dying. After tossing me aside he seemed to have a 'coming to Jesus' moment and realized he probably should help me out in some way before he goes. He got a hold of some of his contacts, I networked, and he gave me a loan which was really just a portion of my inheritance, and the rest was history. Even with the smear on the Salvatore name that he always groaned and yelled besmirched his legacy, I feel good being able to show his ghoulish spirit how well I'm doing. I go to his grave every year with a new accolade to show off."
Bonnie nodded, fully emersed in the story. "So what got you into sex therapy, specifically, in the first place?"
Damon leaned back in his chair seeming to mull over the question and his answer in his head before canting his head back to her, covetous lashes lowered in a simmering secretive gaze, "You know one of the reasons why I liked you so much in the beginning, Bonnie?"
Confused by the seeming change in topic, she didn't let it or the sudden warmth added to her skin from his charming expression deter her. It annoyed her sometimes how disarmingly handsome he was, "You liked me? I didn't get that vibe from all the name-calling and mockery."
"Semantics." Damon shrugged, "What was the old adage about little boys pulling on little girl's pigtails?"
She lifted her hand to flick at his nose making his face scrunch up amusingly. "And so?"
"I liked you a lot when I saw you, for obvious reasons," He tilted his head, appraising her in a way that made her remember that he knew what she looked like naked-–well, he knew what all the important bits looked like considering they didn't fully take off their clothes. Regardless, Bonnie remained unmoved, staring him down with her piercing green eyes challengingly.
He smirked. "But I really came to like you when you told me your story. We aren't too different, you and I." He told honestly, bringing his drink once more to his lips and sipping.
Bonnie furrowed her brows, trying to piece together what he could mean. Everything was so layered with Damon that it was often hard to follow his line of thinking. Before she could voice her thoughts, their dessert was placed warmly in front of them. With one last happy bellow from the owner, he left them to their food. Her, Profiteroles, balls of flakey pastry filled with a sweet custard and drenched in chocolate ganache, and his, Tart Tatin, an upside-down fruit confection made with caramelized apples and puff pastry, looked absolutely divine.
They dug in, Bonnie once again stunned by the delectable flavors on her tongue. Once half of their food was finished, Bonnie's satisfied palette allowed her to continue the conversation. "You mean we're alike because of your situation with Katherine?" She was able to take the time during their meal to surmise what he could have meant.
"More than that, when you told me you grew up feeling alone and how you never felt good enough, it resounded within me. Except, I reacted the bad way to my problems and became somewhat of a dick." He frowned.
Bonnie shook her head, "I don't think either of us coped healthily."
Damon's blue eyes grew somber, suddenly thoughtful.
"Why was your father so cruel to you?"
Damon cleared his throat, thick brows raised at her lack of subtlety.
"S-Sorry, that was a little sudden wasn't it." Bonnie brushed a strand of hair behind her ear while nibbling the side of her lip.
He snickered, licking his own lips. Blue eyes fell half-mast while watching her, an amused sparkle lighting in his eye, "It's alright, I promised I'd open up. It's also not that bad of a question, I just wasn't ready." Bonnie watched his gaze go to the side, looking as if he were recalling a memory. "Well to start…my parents didn't have the best relationship. After the initial attraction to each other that quickly fizzled out, you could say it was mostly thanks to my brother and me that they stayed together. The conservative beliefs from their families about marriage were also hard to get around."
"During a time before my mom got pregnant with me, my father had already started seeing other people and she had done the same. My mother got pregnant and my father didn't believe it was his, he just thought she was trying to trap him in a marriage after news broke out of his flowering business taking him out of Italy. My father made her get three paternity tests and they all rang true showing that I was his offspring. One while she was pregnant, one right when I was born, and the last when I was around eight or so."
"Eight? How could he not get a clue at that point that you were his son." Bonnie felt angry for him imagining the possible trauma that could have caused an innocent child.
Damon sighed, exasperated at the thought of his father's stubborn bull-headedness. He had almost wished during recollections of his father's actions, that he actually wasn't the man's son. He hated knowing he was related to someone so callous.
Overhearing his parents argue and then being rushed off to get the blood work done, all the while his father throwing odious looks and making spiteful comments that, he couldn't be his son was more traumatic than he would like to admit and was the foundation of his growing resentment for his father.
"I didn't exactly look like the man." Damon snorted, "Nor do I and Stefan look that much alike if you think about it."
Bonnie considered that thinking from first glance the brothers looked as opposite as two siblings could, but once you spent enough time around them you could pick up similar characteristics and mannerisms. Bonnie remembered thinking Stefan replicated Damon's customary smirk perfectly the night at the club in more ways than just practice, it seemed intrinsically captured and Salvatore patented.
"Stefan looks like a younger version of my father, so there was no question when he was born or as he grew up who his father was." Damon supplied if not a little bitterly, "I on the other hand look more like my mother. Maybe the only thing me and my father shared was our shortsightedness and our temperament. Stefan was always gentle and level-headed like my mother."
"So he hated you because he always thought you weren't his son?"
Damon shrugged, "That and maybe because I was a symbol of his lost freedom in life. The proverbial lock on his life as a bachelor, forced upon him by a conservative family and a shotgun-style wedding. It didn't help that I was a 'momma's boy,' and a little disobedient. I showed signs of having an independent mind and I wasn't easy to control, an autonomous chess piece that my father didn't know how to maneuver. And so he was hard on me and treated me like an intolerable burden."
Bonnie could empathize with that. Her free as a bird mother not willing to undertake the responsibility of being a parent as well as her father who expected her to be self-sufficient as soon as she could walk and talk. He delegated anything too cross to his mother-in-law and yet he expected her to follow his rules as soon as he came home. Sometimes she fought against his authority as the maturing teenage girl that she was, but when she realized that just pushed him further and further away, she slowly became more and more docile to appease him. The veritable daddy's girl if there ever was one. And she was especially so after her grandmother died and she was left with no one else but him to call family. Bonnie lost herself as an expense.
Bonnie admired that Damon held strong under his father's thumb, but that push may have made him lose himself in other ways.
"When Katherine came along I was looking for someone to accept me. The wickedness that I was told I had growing up," Bonnie inferred that it was just him acting out due to neglect like a normal child, "seemed to match hers that she showed so freely. In fact, she loved my rough edges and my darkness and fed it, made it grow. I liked to think I didn't care for others' acceptance but I knew for a fact that I craved hers. She became my obsession. She was the part of me that everyone spat at with distaste, that I wanted to reclaim as my own."
"I don't see that in you Damon. The man I see, when we talk especially like this, is not dark or wicked at all. That's not you. It's just a caricature of who you were forced to think you are."
He smiled although it was a little sad, "Be that as it may, I was a teen, fresh in college and on my own, leaving behind a sick reproachful father and a dejected miserable mother, dealing with my angst the only way I knew how. Katherine called to that and painted me in her image."
Bonnie took it all in. "So then what happened?"
Damon sighed, placing both of his forearms on the table, dessert momentarily forgotten. "What didn't happen? It was the relationship from hell. She cheated on me—if you could even call it that because I don't think she ever considered what we had to be serious." Damon miserably pulled his lip up in what could have been a grin but came off as more of a sneer, "I dealt with it because I wanted her more than I cared about myself," he narrowed his eyes, "It became a vicious cycle. She'd mess around, I'd find out, get jealous and smash things. Usually, I'd get drunk until I was edging on poisoning myself, we'd argue and scream at each other until she brought me to depths that I'd feel an insane asylum was too comfortable a place. Maybe we'd break up if I felt righteous enough but it all would end the same, with sex as a bandaid for our problems. Things didn't change until she set her sights on my brother…"
"...and she tried to take advantage of him right?" Bonnie's eyes widened, her heart racing as she remembered what Elena told her over the time she and Stefan broke up.
Damon crinkled his brow.
"Elena gave me a little insight on that part, at least anything to do with Stefan. It was really hard for her at that time, knowing not only a girl who had her face but was her long-lost sister hurt Stefan so bad."
Damon snorted, "I'm sure it did. Hurt her so much, that is."
"Hey, that's not fair. Imagine if a man with your face did all these crazy things to someone you love, how would that make you feel?"
He shook his head in reply, not willing to touch his negative misgivings toward Elena at the moment. The Pierce women had something in their DNA that conditioned them to all be more than self-absorbed as far as he was concerned. "How did Katherine know you?"
Blinking, Bonnie answered, "I went with Elena to meet her birth mother and we met incidentally. So trust me, even before tonight I fully understood how much of a bitch she is," the couple smiled wryly at each other, "I'm just surprised this is the same woman who messed you up, traumatized Stefan, and looks like Elena." Shaking her head she ended the thought with, "I guess she was right about one thing, small world." Bonnie smirked.
"Yeah," Damon sighed fully agreeing, "and so naturally, my relationship with Stefan took a huge hit as well. I'm sure you can imagine my distaste when he brought the fair Elena along and presented her as his girlfriend just a year after the huge fallout."
Bonnie made a sound in the back of her throat showing sympathy, before taking the last bites of her food until her plate was clean, chocolate sauce scraped and all.
Bill paid—this time purposefully by Damon, raucous laughter and belated goodbyes filled the air, with the owner and Bonnie going back and forth in French as well, even with the young girl from earlier who she learned was the owner's granddaughter. Bonnie had learned that they had settled roots in Charlotte for fifteen years after moving from a small town in France. The owner was familiar with Damon through his grandmother that often came to the restaurant on her visits from France. After discovering the delicious quality of the meals both families became acquainted. It warmed Bonnie's heart when she realized that Damon was introducing her to a place so dear to himself and his family. On the first date as well.
Some time later found Bonnie and Damon laying on the hood of his car staring up into the sky and parked by the edge of a sparkling lake. They had left the restaurant with a lighter feeling in their chests, strolled hand in hand to his car, and drove to their current destination off the coast of the highway thirty minutes away from the city center.
"...You know, you going off back there on Katherine, and that Vicki chick was pretty hot." Damon unexpectedly murmured, staring at the stars.
Bonnie groaned twisting her head toward him, her previously peaceful moment of finding Orion's Belt and counting the stars ruined as she remembered that less-than-desirable moment. "Please don't remind me," She breathed against his chin looking up at him next to her, a pout in full effect. "I can't believe I assaulted her. Just because she said a few mean, not-so-nice words to me."
Damon chuckled.
"You've been a bad influence on me Damon." She glared at him halfheartedly.
"Me? I'm not the one who told you to go all Regina George on her. Plus, you call that assault? She deserved a lot worse than that from the stories you've told me."
"Regina George?" Bonnie arched her brow, smiling.
"It's a classic." He replied offhandedly with a shrug as if that was enough reasoning for why he was watching old teen chick flicks.
"Whatever the case, we should always be the bigger person even in times of crisis."
Damon blew a raspberry into the air, "Okay, Sesame Street."
Bonnie pinched his side and continued to do so even as he wiggled away. He finally got her to stop by putting his body on half of hers and crushing her arms.
"Ow, Damon get off!" She squealed.
"I don't know Bonnie, you've become real violent lately. First that Vicki girl, now me, who will you assault next?"
She growled, trying to kick him feebly but failing as he just locked her legs between his.
Damon snickered, enjoying the roughhousing more than he would let on as her soft pliant body rubbed against his. Thighs between his, breasts threatening to reveal themselves as they pressed up almost to her chin, forced together in her tight dress. Her grunts and whines certainly threw his mind in the gutter as well, as she tried to fight him off.
Bonnie stopped suddenly, lifting her glowing eyes to his darkened blues and his slightly rakish grin, "You're getting off on this aren't you, you sicko."
Damon simply guffawed before leaning down and nipping at her neck, "Guilty as charged." He dragged his lips down the slopes of her heaving chest before pulling back teasingly, a dark twinkle suddenly in his eye.
Bonnie shivered from the touch as well the expression on his face. Although smiling, his eyes were heated and provocative. She didn't know what her face was doing but it seemed to be striking enough to make his eyes go half-lidded and his mouth to drop a bit as he blatantly stared at her.
Distracted by the action, Bonnie focused on his lips, perpetually ruddy and puffy, a soft contrast against his masculine jaw. Before she could think about it, her hand went up to brush against the sharp lines of his face and chin until her index finger landed on his lips, her eyes widening at the feel of it trembling against her skin as well as the heat of his breath. Everything felt so smooth but it was his lips that held the true butter-like texture of his features. She was impressed that a man could hold such soft lips. Memory told her that they felt even better against her own, the thought causing a sharp stab of heat to pierce her lower abdomen and a deep want that was all-consuming to flutter in her chest.
Damon's nose flared as if he could smell the difference in the air, and his grip she didn't realize he had on her hip tightened.
Looking back into his gaze which was notably closer and darker than before, she noticed that the light baby blue of his eyes had grown to a rich navy in the night. With the light from the moon hitting her glimmering dress, it caused a reflection to bounce into his orbs that made them seem to sparkle. That paired with his midnight hair, askew from their roughhousing, painted his visage into a magnificent picture, something artlike and unreal.
Unlike the first time she met him when she thought his beauty, although remarkable, was a passing thought at best, it was in that moment that Bonnie truly understood the feeling people felt when shocked by such a pleasing sight. Her heart stopped for a scarily long second before starting up again but with an even more disturbingly quick pace. Her stomach tightened in a similar way to one feeling sick but it was the complete opposite, in a way that was absolutely delightful. All of her thoughts emptied until only one of her senses functioned which was her vision, helping her focus on the man in front of her, fuzzing out any other object in view except for him.
"You're so beautiful."
He was the one who spoke, his voice deep and reverent; grave in a way she'd never heard him speak before.
Bonnie blinked, feeling a tightness in her throat that was completely unexpected. "That's my line." She whispered.
Damon canted his head in a way as if trying to figure her out, and it somehow made him even more beautiful. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"
Bonnie felt her heart in her throat, "Please."
There was a twitch at his lips but he chose wisely to shut up and let his actions speak instead. He wasted little time moving to press his lips against hers and it was more ardent than ever. Damon slotted his lips against hers neatly, with ease that implied he was always meant to be there, slowly pressing a kiss until her lips tingled with it. Bonnie opened her mouth for another at the same time as he did, this time with her bottom lip between his, the action still slow, sweet, and chaste, similar to their kiss at dinner, but with enough ardor that it aroused a fire between them that wasn't dousing out anytime soon.
Bonnie brushed her fingers up into his hair and Damon brought himself closer to her form before wrapping his large hands around a hip and the back of her neck, massaging just so until she was as easy as putty in his hands.
With the cold metal of his car at her back, bare due to the cut and sheer quality of her dress, and his warmth at her front, Bonnie felt her body arching towards him, the firmer and more insistent the kisses became the more desperate she was for every part of her body to touch his.
Gradually, their soft exchange became fervent. While still keeping the slow motion, the breaths between each kiss became longer between intervals with a shorter reprieve, their motions became so in sync that she lost track of where her face ended and his began. Surprisingly, their tongues took a while to actually tangle, but when they did, Bonnie had a full-body shudder. Sparks flew from the sensation, she couldn't get enough.
Damon slid his tongue against her lips on a finally released breath causing her to gasp raggedly, without pause he twisted his tongue against her still mouth before biting against her lip teasingly.
Man, could this guy kiss.
At her stunned dazed look, Damon chuckled. Taking a break from kissing her mouth to kiss her reddened cheeks and nose instead. Whispered sweet nothings in French and Italian were all it took for Bonnie to decide she was soon to make poor decisions where her virtue was concerned, but memories of this night would make it hard to regret them later.
Bonnie blinked prettily understanding a few words that he said, I adore you, I want you, you're the one..the only one, I'm yours. Sweet puffs of air between them showed she was still trying to capture her breath, but the longer he whispered in her ear the harder she felt it was to breathe. Bonnie angled her head up against his to capture his gaze once more. His gaze was warm and fond as he brushed a thumb against her cheek, voice deep and husky he spoke, "since the day we met, you cast a spell on me and I've been forever lost," in English this time so she had no doubt. He stared deep into her eyes cementing the weight of his words. Her heart clenched tight within her chest and she couldn't help but wonder how deep his feelings truly ran for her at that moment. His expression was tender and sweet like the look you gave after your baby was born. It wasn't a look you shared with just anyone that was for sure.
Too scared to ask, Bonnie leaned up and quickly kissed his bottom lip instead. Once, twice, and a third time, growing desperate with each pass, suckling his lips as his mouth grew more and more pliant with each press of her lips until he was relaxing his whole body into hers and the weight against her own made Bonnie feel addicted. Damon made sure her attention was only on him by grabbing a hold of her chin and kissing her deeply. This kiss wasn't simple or chaste at all. It was devouring and mind-spinning in the way Bonnie was used to Damon's kisses being.
Their tongues tangled, their lips bruised and yet they still couldn't get close enough, even as their noses crushed against each other's face and there was little to no way for Bonnie to take a breath, she wanted more.
As if they shared one mind, Damon hiked her legs up around his hips and ground down against her so she could feel the state of arousal she brought him to, until she was moaning into him, losing her mind and her tongue to his pillaging merciless mouth.
Chest burning and mind hazing, she fought for breath by finally breaking away from him. Only a scant few seconds passed as they panted into the air, sucking in all the oxygen they could get and nuzzling each other. Damon worked his hips to keep her gasping and moaning throatily against him before they were diving right back in.
Their mouths took over once more, the taste of sweet chocolate, decadent coffee, and a taste so uniquely Damon that Bonnie was licking him up more rapaciously than she did the dessert on her plate. Her hands were everywhere, his sinuous back, the thin material of his shirt making the ripple of his muscles easy to feel, up his wide shoulders, down his straining biceps, and roughly into his silk-like hair. Bonnie was pulling and rubbing him up and down like a cat in heat, her body was working on instinct as she fell deeper and deeper into his kisses until her chest burned and she was desperately once again pulling back, huffing for breath. She got one inhale and exhale that Damon allowed but suffering without her taste on his tongue was too arduous a task, it wasn't long before he swooped back in to take her mouth with his right as she was reaching for one more breath of oxygen to fill her lungs.
Her nipples were hard as rocks, rubbing against him and the rough cut embellishments on her dress pressing between them. Her stomach was tight and her cunt was dripping. She needed him closer, she needed his touch deeper.
Her mind was replaying thoughts of them together over and over until her she was reasoning that all it would take is a quick pull of his zipper and a brush of her panties to the side and he could be balls deep inside of her working her with sharp and sure motions to release.
Damon fingered the hem of her thong right at the tail end of that thought.
His lips moved to press wet tingling kisses down her jaw and neck with ticklish bites here and there. It felt great but her focus was on the sensation of his thick, mouthwatering fingers brushing against the seat of her panties.
She wants it, she wants him so, so bad.
He brushes his fingers past the band of lace and presses skin to skin against her clit, his fingers rough against the soft tissue. "Fuck, you're always so wet for me baby," he groans.
Right as she gasps, he captures her lips with a quick kiss from his mouth, "I thought you said we were going to wait," Bonnie moaned against his mouth when she's allowed to breathe again, sliding her legs up higher against him.
"You mean my moment of insanity?" Damon murmurs against her too-warm cheeks, brushing his mouth to her ear and nibbling.
She bit her lip, trying not to get too excited especially at the sensation of his raspy breath against the sensitive shell. Him speaking near her ear in that way was her weakness.
"It's okay, I'm gonna take care of you."
Gradually Damon pulled back from her body, making her feel cold and bereft. The change in sensation was so sharp that she immediately felt like she hated it.
Her hands which were once on his body, momentarily clenched against the air as her doe eyes looked up at him searchingly.
Damon glided his hands down the swell of her thighs, marveling at her ridiculously soft skin before hooking them under the crease of her legs and pushing her legs up obscenely.
"Damon!" Bonnie screamed, pushing her hands down to cover herself from flashing him and the dark shadows in the night. Her underwear wasn't exactly full coverage so being spread like this would give him and anyone who wanted to take a look a sight they wouldn't readily forget. "What are you doing?" She hissed, grabbing uselessly at whatever fabric she could use to cover herself.
The virtue marauder's response was to chuckle. His thumbs brushed against the skin of her fidgeting limbs before swiping closer to her center. He pressed them into the undersides of her thighs with some sort of magic touch and Bonnie was ashamed at how such a simple act made her insides clench and stopped any fight she had left to close her legs. "Oh," she mewled.
"Show me what you did to yourself the other night."
A sharp look into his eyes tested his seriousness.
Bonnie wasn't stupid, there was only one night he could be talking about, and due to the challenge in his steel irises looking back into hers, that glazed over as he shuttered his gaze down to her small hands feebly trying to cover herself and save some of her dignity, it made it even clearer he wasn't talking about anything else.
"After I sent that video…you thinking about us together. Imagining it was me touching you. How it made you feel…It's all I can think about." He confessed.
Green eyes widened at his revelation. The husky tone of his voice left no question that what he was saying was true. She glided her eyes down his form and marveled over the tightly corded quality of his muscles through his attire showing truly how much he was holding back. Down at his waist below his belt, merely inches from her was the lewd shape of his hard cock inside of his pants. Even at night and while wearing black trousers Bonnie could perfectly detect the width and length of him. She wanted to see if he could do her memory justice.
Following the outline of him with her eyes it was apparent he could do more than that.
His hand intercepted her view but only for him to brazenly squeeze and pull at his length through his slacks. She looked up at his face when he groaned. "Fuck that's hot, baby." He breathed, "You have the most gorgeous eyes Bon, I love the way you look at me."
"Y-Yeah…? How's that?" She whispered, scared to raise her voice and break the spell holding her embarrassment back, hiding behind her arousal.
Without noticing her own hands had started rubbing herself as well through the seat of her panties, she had rubbed hard enough to create a wet spot, perhaps it was too hard to see at night but well enough that she could feel it on her fingertips.
"Like you want me to fuck you." Damon growled, eyes flashing.
Her mouth felt drier than the Sahara during a drought, "I-I want you to show me as well then, Damon." Bonnie was more breathless than she anticipated as she panted out his name.
Eyes like methane narrowed a her for a long second until slowly a devious smile curled upon puffy lips, "...Not a problem." Releasing the clasp of his belt, his smirk grew even wider. "What my girl wants, my girl gets."
Him putting ownership onto her should not have made her as hot as it did.
Wait, forget that.
Were they really going to do this out in the open?
At the slow reveal of his pretty, hard as steel and already weeping from the tip of its head, and slightly upward curving cock, Bonnie gulped, knowing her pussy already answered that question for her as her fingers started to rub even harder at her soaked center.
Admittedly this was the first time she was truly getting a look at his member. The first and only time was through a haze of orgasm and unbridled want, so now even through the dark shade of night she was finally getting to truly observe it.
He was long enough that as Damon gave himself a couple of pumps he was lifting his forearm from his tensed thigh and resting down against it with each pass, the tip kissing a little past where she assumed his belly button was. He was girthy as well, with pudgy veins angrily wrapping from hilt to tip. And then there was his circumcised mushroom head, which was swelling from pink to dark red the longer she stared. Her only thoughts were, how in the hell did she take all of that inside of her last time?
She licked her lips.
"Just like that Bonnie, baby."
Bonnie didn't realize she was huffing with need, nor that her hand had gotten completely lost under her thong or that the other hand had already pulled out a breast and was pulling at a dusky nipple.
Damon's eyes were focused pointedly on the vigorous movement of her fingers. However, at the excited and shocked sounds coming out of her throat, his gaze slowly caressed up her debauched form, knees up high near her chest, breasts heaving, and mouth hanging, tongue lazily lolling around each aroused moan until he met her eyes.
His eyes narrowed, a look that could be considered withering outside of context as he spoke, "You know how long I've wanted to get you like this?"
"Mmm," Bonnie hummed, rubbing harder, teasing her slippery middle to gauge its growing wetness before finally, finallysinking in two digits. Wincing at the sudden stretch, she started slowly before matching the rhythm of Damon's fist against his cock. Imagining it was him instead, stretching her walls apart.
"Too long…" Damon leaned forward, brushing his free hand against her panties once more before kissing her swollen lips and licking her top lip and rasping, "Too long," he started kissing down her neck, "and yet you're still," against her breast, lips brushing her abandoned nipple. His fingers tickled the outline of her cleft, down to her puckered other hole, making the skin there grow hot and taut, "teasing me."
Damon sucked harshly against her nipple, swirling his tongue before edging her into pain as he squeezed the sensitive skin between his teeth, right at the same time he ripped her thong straight off her hips. Completely revealed to him, Bonnie cried out. The draft of the cold air mercilessly teased at her embarrassment and yet, her hands never stopped plunging, now three fingers deep into her pussy as her hips angled high to take them all. Even more so, she played with the pain of his teeth on her nipple and fucked herself harder, bringing her knees up higher until she was spread out completely before him, fucking herself onto her fingers.
Bonnie could feel Damon's groans against her skin as if he had a direct line going straight to her nerves as he resumed sucking on her breast and licking to nurse the hurt. She could feel his fist brush up against her pussy, tight and rough against his cock as he pumped hard against the skin.
"OOOH MAHH GA," Bonnie sang, her walls tightened holtly around her little fingers, searching desperately for divinity. She tried to press her lower half against him tighter once she felt his fat leaking tip poke and prod around her pussy. "PLEEASE…!" Chertruese orbs were squeezed tight, left with no choice but to accept the pleasure overcoming her.
Damon was sucking on her neck now, moving his hips against hers until their skin clapped. She didn't know what she wanted, but she needed it.
He seemed to know what that was as he pulled back, hair a mess and cheeks rosy, he looked like a fallen angel surrendering to the sin that would send him hurtling toward the Earth before being dragged through the fiery gates of hell.
Damon took hold of her waist and lifted her before slotting her against his hips. One of his large hands held down the back of her thigh while the other pulled hers that had paused its movements inside of her from surprise at his strength, directing it to hold onto his large cock instead.
Bonnie moaned wetly at the feel of him in her hands, he was hot and heavy, almost pulsating in her palm making her drool and her pussy clench from anticipation.
Damon wasted no time, holding his hand on top of hers to keep his cock against her cleft between her pussy lips and against her clit.
With sure motions of his hips, Damon started thrusting, causing friction that rubbed his phallus against her glistening center.
Bonnie's eyes rolled back into her head, the feeling was just what she needed after neglecting her clit in favor of fucking herself with her fingers.
"P-please…," It felt so good and right that she could cry.
She was beyond caring about her embarrassment for what they were doing outside free for anyone to see. Nor could she find herself concerned enough to notice that she was wet enough to soak him with each pass of his length against her pussy and drip against the hood of his car.
His free leaking tip rubbed tight against the hood of her clit, his length rubbed enticingly against her gapping tremorous channel and his balls clapped against her rosebud. All of those tingling sensations at once were too much and Bonnie was gone in the motions. Pussy clenching with each smack of his balls against her cunt and grip of his hands on her thighs.
Awed by his prowess she stared blearily, mouth agape yet soundless, at his panting and gasping face, attracted to the furrow in his brow and the perpetually piercing weight of his damning stare.
What once felt great hit a precipice once his mouth was reintroduced with her still-tingling nipple. This time Damon fluttered his tongue against the peak in that perfect way he was good at before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Bonnie all at once had her arms tight around him, scratching down his flexing back, keening at all of her most sensitive erogenous zones being fondled at once.
Her pussy walls clamped on nothing, tightening on air as her clit tingled fully stimulated against his hard cock.
"Don't let go," He growled wet against her skin. Her hand tried dutifully to hold him in place but she was so wet that he was slipping away from her the harder his hips rutted against her own, the force leaving behind him obscene moist airy sounds from her pussy. Until his hips were smacking against the back of her thighs and ass in the same way as if they were actually having sex. The vibrations from the skin contact headed straight to the base of her spine and echoed into her womb with the same intensity as the press of his dick bottoming out deep into her core against her g-spot.
The feeling was inexplicable.
It was too good but she still felt empty, she needed him inside, she wanted to feel him spreading her apart.
She was that close to just begging him to slide in after his cock head teased for the third time against her entrance as if he would actually go in. She was so close that if he positioned just right, he would go in with just one smooth motion to the farthest recesses of her womb and she'd cum apart excruciatingly, he could have her spine arching and legs spreading as she came so easily that it would be deplorable.
"Please…," she whimpered.
With one last crack of his hips, he reared back with a sure enough angle intented to penetrate. Finally bringing down his hips, Bonnie felt him knick broadly against her begging cunt. She was so sure he was going inside—fucking her for real, that she gasped, but without his hand to help guide and push forward and due to her hold that was slipping, it was apparent he was too big to go in on his own. His dick snapped away from her begging center and rubbed nice and hard against her clit, and that was all it took, it was just right enough for her to see stars until she was cumming.
"Aaah, fuck." His jerks became rougher, his hands even tighter around her that she was sure there would be bruising, until he was cumming right alongside her. Damon suckled against her harder, thrusting shallowly so that she could feel the smack of their hips and the head of his cock. Her insides gripped tight and hard onto nothing, her clit prickled, and her legs shook. She was gushing. His cock twitched against her pussy until he was spurting out cum. Her hand had regained its grip and was holding tight against his length to keep him near and aimed down at her center.
But it didn't end there, before Bonnie knew it, two sinfully thick fingers smeared their conbined fluids against her clit before roughly slotting deep and sure into her pussy.
Bonnie gasped, her knees tried to come together but the action was made impossible by the heavy weight on top of her.
With a come-hither movement from the digits, Damon honed into her g-spot with scary accuracy, using his thumb to rub in tight circles against her clitoris. Bonnie's lower lip wobbled, "D-Damon," she was feeling too full too fast, and there was a foreboding air around him that brought a tingle down her spine.
Before she could question what his next move was, his fingers were rocking quick and hard in and out of her pussy, his fingers locked up and merciless against her most sensitive spot.
It was too much and not enough all at once. Her insides couldn't decide if he were coming or going fast enough with the rapid pace of his fingers. All her body understood was that her g-spot was being hammered into with no reprieve. It was an implicit command for her surrender to him, to do one thing and one thing only.
"Fuuu-fuck! I'm cumming!" Bonnie squealed, squeezing his sides with her knees tight and her toes curling. She had no choice but to hold on and let everything happen to her. "I'm cumming so hard, oh my god, Damon…!" She cried ripping her small fingers through his hair.
Relentless, his fingers continued to pound within her, even as her walls collapsed onto him and wetness sprinkled his palm. Bonnie couldn't see anything, all she was left with was to feel and hear as he groaned against her, lips tight around her nipple and tongue slicing against her flesh, and the sopping sound of her pussy holding on for dear life onto his appendage.
Her back arched and her eyes rolled back, her neck bowed and veins pulsed alarmingly as she was forced to ride out the much needed orgasm. A long moment passed before she came back to Earth with a deep gasp.
With a pop, Damon finally released her breast before panting against the nipple, at the same time his fingers slipped from her pulsing heat. They both panted while watching a red hue spread on her flesh, the sign of a deeply blossoming hickey.
Bonnie looked down at the rest of her body noticing that while he missed most of her dress, there were a couple of stains at the pushed-up hem. Most of the mess was against her pussy lips, he smeared her natural moisture with the white of his cum, like markings on a person's territory.
Setting women back one hundred years she couldn't help but feel aroused and elated at the thought. But could you blame her? He rocked her world three times now in their sexual experiences and only once did he actually penetrate her body with his manhood. Some women would find ways to lock him in a dungeon and trap him as their sex slave for less.
"You owe me dry cleaning." Bonnie groaned.
Damon chuckled ruefully, brushing a hand through his hair seemingly to gather himself. His fingers pulled at the midnight strands roughly while gravity caused them to fall back again against his perfect forehead attractively.
Bonnie rolled her eyes in response to the way her heart raced at the sight.
He leaned down and kissed her.
It wasn't quick either, he took his time tasting her, his tongue got refamiliarized with hers and before she knew it she was moaning and pulling at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer. Her stomach was tightening, her body warming in ways that let her know he was a caress away from getting her hot and bothered once again.
Oh jeez, she couldn't be this easy, could she?
The days of her barely knowing what arousal meant were long over it seemed.
Pulling back with a wet smack from their lips, Damon's smirk was shark-like, "Let me get you some napkins."
He was sliding down his miraculously undented car before she could blink.
Lowering her legs had made her feel better and so did righting her clothes, but the now cold stickiness between her legs was not willing to be ignored as she had hoped.
Luckily, it didn't take Damon long before he was back with the aforementioned napkins. She gratefully took them. Before using the napkin, she rubbed a finger through her folds and brought the thick semen to her face curiously. "Wow, you sure know how to make a mess of me don't you?"
That wasn't supposed to come out as huskily and breathless as it did, but by the dark look on Damon's face and the muscles in his jaw working as he took a dangerous step her way, it was clear that her statement was more lewd than intended.
"I was going to ask if you needed help, but I'll give you some privacy." With his hands firmly shoved into his adjusted pants pockets, he turned his back to her.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, confused about how he could have her spread eagle and begging for it on the hood of his car then get flustered and noble from her talking about the mess he made.
The small woman cleaned herself up easily enough before hopping down from the car and fully pulling down her dress. She checked the hood for any weird spots but it was hard to see at night so instead, she threw her discarded napkins into her purse and chucked it into the car.
Fixing her own hair, she remembered the state she was in and hoped he didn't make her sweat her silk press out…She had wanted to wear it a little longer before her natural curls came back.
With a sigh, Bonnie walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. He was facing the glittering lake, face introspective.
"You had a half-naked woman spread out behind you, and yet you chose to start a staring contest with water. Should I be offended?"
Damon chuckled. "Trust me, Bon, just because I wasn't looking at you doesn't mean I wasn't thinking of you…Something that's become pretty common these days…" He pursed his lips thoughtfully, "The only thing wetter than you were earlier was this lake in front of us, it was bringing back good memories."
"Ugh Damon, seriously?" Bonnie let go of him and stepped up to his side, crossing her arms against her itty bitty waist.
He turned to her, smirking before wrapping his arms around her and bringing her body in front of his, "Sure, but I'm right." He leaned down nuzzling her before brushing his lips against her slowly warming ears. "I know how to get my girl nice and wet for me." He rumbled in her ear.
My girl…
Her thighs squeezed together of their own volition and Bonnie bit her lip to keep from making any noise knowing it would just inflate his ego that was already straining the ozone layer and edging into the stratosphere.
Bonnie shivered.
"Let's sit in my car." He brought her to the passenger side and opened the door for her to slide in.
"Thank you."
A second or two passed before he was sliding into the other side, turning the ignition on and pressing a button to bring the roof up before blasting the air.
"The night of the club…" she began, her voice a little hesitant.
"Oh, revisiting some of my greatest hits?" Damon brought the side of his lip up while angling his head back at her. His warm palm made its way home on her thigh and she squeezed her thighs around his fingers playfully.
"You mean it goes down from there?" She rose a sharp brow, his shock at her fast little quip making the grin on her face grow wider and wider until he finally recuperated.
Damon leveled his gaze with hers, "Every time is a hit Bonbon, I'm the GOAT for a reason."
Bonnie squawked, falling forward slightly from laughter. He couldn't be serious? "Damon you put Narcicuss to shame," she snorted, eyes crinkling into half-moons as he shrugged, perpetually shameless
"Laugh all you want Bunny but the scratches and bruises you put on my body the night at the club and which I'm sure to find later tonight say otherwise." He rubbed the back of his neck with a wince for added effect.
Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Anyways, back to what I was trying to say." She blinked, slow to get it off her chest, "That nightwe had sex…without a condom," she bit the side of her lip, "am I okay?"
"You tell me. Are you pregnant?" Damon looked up at her underneath his lashes, his eyes were previously focused on his hand busy squeezing her thigh and edging his pinky higher up her skirt. "If you give me visitation I promise to be in my son's life."
"No, I'm on birth control…and why would you think it would be a boy?" Bonnie coughed down her laughter not trying to encourage him for being stupid. She pinched his hand once his pinky tapped at her bare, lingerie-less center until he stopped.
Speaking of, what did he do with her underwear? Both of them, from the club and tonight…
Has he kept them?
To be fair she had yet to bring back his jacket which was hanging happily in her closet, smelling curiously of her perfume. Thinking about the warmth it provided, she wasn't anxious to give it back either.
"Ow." Damon squeezed her knee but it felt more like a massage than him getting her back for the pinch. "1% chance is still a chance," Damon grinned. "Also, of course, it would be a boy. With my glorious past with women, I don't think fate would be careless enough to have me raise one. Anyways, we're naming him Damon Jr. and you can't fight me on this. I decided that would be my first son's name since I was a tot. Followed by Damon the Third, and Damon the Fourth. In Roman Numerals of course."
"Or maybe the fates would punish you with a girl so that you really learned your lesson," Bonnie gave him a meaningful look before shaking her head, she realized she was losing track of her point, "I mean," she sighed, "Look don't get offended, but you've been around the block and I wouldn't touch Jeremy with a ten-foot pole when I suspected he may be sleeping with other women…"
Damon snorted, "First of all, don't ever compare me to Jeremy. I may have been a philanderer but I was never a cheater," He didn't say Germy but he might as well, "Also, I'm not offended, you should definitely check with every new partner. Lastly, before we got down and dirty I hadn't had sex in ooooh, I'd say almost a year now," He pondered, checking with his watch the date, "Yep, it'll be a year in a month." Damon snickered, "during my last check-up I was clean as a whistle, so you have nothing to worry about."
"Wait you've been celibate for a year?"
"Yep, deliberately, not involuntarily. Have you seen my face?" He elaborated, emphasizing the absurdity of him not being able to land a date by pointing at his impeccable face.
Bonnie stared, "Why?"
Damon sighed, reclining back into his seat, "I guess I didn't finish telling you why I decided on sex therapy huh?…Although, I got the normal kind of therapy as well, so don't worry." He smiled at her droll expression. "...For a while, I was using sex as a cureall for my problems…" He put a finger in the air as if forming an epiphany, "Picture…Katherine wielding a hammer in a Wack a Mole game, now replace that hammer with sex and the moles with our rising problems, of which there were many. Her technique became textbook to me in learning how to deal with my problems."
"For her, it was a way to assuage me when I got upset, and like a bone headed dummy I just ran away with it instead of seeing it as a problem." He stared blankly out his windshield for a moment, "But…I can't fully blame her no matter how much I want to, I wasn't much better with the women I was with before her either. I was a troubled teen, I didn't want to form a connection with the girls around me, I just wanted to rebel and annoy my father any way I could." Damon turned his head toward Bonnie for a moment to flash a self-deprecating grin."After Katherine, I didn't change much, I probably got worse if I'm being honest."
"Sex helped me focus, cleared the cobwebs in my mind and I was able to be in the here and now with my partner. Pleasuring women was something I never struggled with, making them lust after me and putting them under waves of pleasure was something attainable that I could reach. Reading their bodies and bringing them to that precipice, holding them there and not letting them fall, only to decide on a whim if I should let them shatter or fall to dust…the fullfilment I felt from their enjoyment, their anticipation for more…the rush of euphoria waiting, hanging by a thread right there for them, just the slightest touch of my fingers against their…well you know," Damon coughed, realizing he was going on a tangent. One thing that didn't change was his passion for the erotic art, that was for sure.
He turned his head to Bonnie and noticed she had an unreadable expression.
Feeling a bit of heat on his cheeks he turned back to the sky, "Anyways I always got praise with sex, it was a place I could excel and I didn't have to be treated like I was second to anyone. Whereas with my personality or my achievements I was always being cast aside. Sex gave me the control I always wanted in my life and the pleasure that came with it satisfied me even more."
"Tell me again how you stopped for a whole year?" Bonnie laughed wryly. She was new to the world of sex and even though she had been celibate herself until now, even longer before Jeremy, she didn't know how she could go without it for much longer after achieving such bliss. And even though Damon liked to brag, he had the evidence to back himself up. As good as Damon was at what he did, she was sure it was never a lacking experience for him.
"I realized, sex which was just a cover for the control I got, wasn't really what I wanted. It was something else."
"What?"
Damon looked up, deep into her green eyes, "I wanted that connection I denied myself. I wanted something real."
"You're the first woman I've had sex with in almost a year Bonnie because I felt that connection I always needed in you." Slowly a crooked, admittedly wary grin started to form on his lips. "Believe it or not, I'm pretty picky with my bed partners so that means I thought you were something special…still do."
Bonnie bit her lip. Maybe it was foolish, but flattered was just the start to how she could say she felt.
"I'm also not a quack, physical satisfaction comes from inner peace first, and I realized with my practice that sex wasn't just physical."
"What do you mean?"
Damon grew closer to her until the noses were almost touching. However no part of him touched her, only their eyes stayed connected. Bonnie was reminded of the demonstration he did in orientation with her. She felt that same exact pull as before, unbelievably more intensely than before. However, this time she embraced the feel of his aura, the feel of his energy against her skin, and felt her own brush against his to come out and play. Still, without touching, she quivered at the feel of his lips caressing her own.
"The sex between you and me is fire ignited on top of water, a volcanic eruption in a blizzard storm, the sweetest drop of water on your tongue after wandering in a desert, and the feeling of life before death." He rasped, "I don't know what you did to me Bonnie but I honestly think you've bewitched me, you've ruined me."
His powder blue eyes seemed to glow, the devouring nature of his gaze pulling her in to the depths of his eyes like an endless dark pit as his pupils dilated. "I don't think I'll ever get enough, and if you let me, I want to prove to you why we should be together."
AN: Welcome back to the authors note! I hope y'all enjoyed!
So, I did probably an unnecessary amount of research and I guess in France they don't drink coffee with dessert normally and if they do, it's after they eat it, but since I wrote this after I learned that, we'll just act like it's the norm, haha.
Also, I apologize for the out of order style I'm writing in esp the interlude. When the story is over I'll rearrange it so it's not so confusing, but I wrote it a couple chapters back and I was struggling on where to put it. I almost made it an outtake, but I decided I wanted to keep it in the story.
I know I wrote Stefan having a different major, but don't worry I changed it in the previous chapter to suit this new direction.
Anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed this chapter, it was preeeetty lengthy. Probably one of the longest chapters I've ever written at 32 pages on word and 14,000 words! I was thinking about splitting it in half but I'm trying to finish this fic within a couple of chapters. Next chapter may be split in half though because I have a couple more ideas before it officially ends. I hope y'all don't mind the length.
Overall, please tell me how y'all liked it! I was inspired by the love scene in ricciardosdaniel's fic "if the end of the world get's me close..." for this lemon so I hope it worked!
Lastly, I hope y'all checked out SZA's new song Bloodstain because it's an absolute BOP! I love her so much.