Summary:
Finally...
Phasmatos invenira venatrixos isto gladio ulla onyx...Vescaram Anta Intacurum, Vescalis Dissendis Divinitum. Vidau matere et virtus. A pouvoir la trouver.
She repeated the spell when she realized it didn't work. A panic rose inside her as she wondered what could be wrong.
Perhaps the gateway to Mystic Hills closed over the last two years, or perhaps she didn't have as much darkness in her now that she made peace with Damon and her friends.
She panicked but chose to gather all the determination she had and tried once more.
Phasmatos invenira venatrixos isto gladio ulla onyx...Vescaram Anta Intacurum, Vescalis Dissendis Divinitum. Vidau matere et virtus. A pouvoir la trouver.
The energy shifted under her feet.
Things looked different than the last time she was here but she didn't come to sightsee. She run through the woods, knowing that Damon had enjoyed the woods more back then, and when she didn't find him, she went straight to the Salvatore house.
There was no one at home, so she headed into town.
He wasn't in town either, or at the grill but before she could allow herself to despair at the possibility of him moving out of town, Matt had told her Damon had just left with a bottle of bourbon and suggested she check the Salvatore house.
She went back to the Salvatore house, knowing the candles should be running low by then but determined to at least catch a glimpse of him.
She told herself even if she didn't get to see him, it was enough to know he was still alive and still in Mystic Hills, as she knocked incessantly on the door similar to the one she had walked out of almost an hour ago.
"Bonnie. I just..." Damon started to say when he opened the door to see the witch at his door.
"Don't tell me it's the hair again." Bonnie smiled brightly up at him, then caught her bottom lip between her teeth almost on impulse.
"Bonnie?" Damon frowned, recognition sparking in his eyes at the sight before him.
"Quick question." She says, while nodding in response to his question. "Are you dating?" She asked.
"No." Damon's brow furrowed, taken aback by the question.
"Good." The witch responded, then in the next moment, she was in his arms, wrapping her arms around her shoulders to pull him down and bring his lips to hers.
Softly at first, she pressed her lips to his and waited for a brief moment before he returned the kiss, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her body closer to himself, allowing himself this moment without questions and without thinking much about it.
When they pulled back from the kiss, he raised a questioning brow at her. "What was that for?"
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that." Bonnie chuckled, pressing her forehead to his chest just as she started to smell smoke.
"Say, two years?" Damon asked with humor in his voice.
"No, more like 7 months, 3 weeks and 6 days..." she giggled. It was around the time when she first felt an unusual attraction to Damon Salvatore in the 1994 prison world.
"That's oddly specific."
"Let's just say I've been counting the days." The witch looked up finally, shamelessly taking a whiff of his cologne before showing him the smoke starting to engulf her arms.
"Wait. No. No, you just got here." Damon pouted, not on board this idea.
"I'll be back soon." She stood on the tips of her toes to press a kiss to his lips and whispered, "I promise." before disappearing.
———X———
Damon was left alone with his thoughts.
He didn't like that.
He had wondered what became of Bonnie 2.0 after the last time she wasn't in Mystic Hills. He knew it had nothing to do with him because they had been onto something, getting closer, enjoying each other's company and she was opening up to him...smiling more.
He knew her not coming back had nothing to do with him, which was all the more reason why he worried about her. He wondered what happened to her. She had mentioned that Mystic Falls had a high stakes life as compared to Mystic Hills so he prayed every minute of every day that she was safe.
There were days when he wondered if the God in her world was the same as the God in his, or if he was just wasting prayer... and there were days when he feared that a mishap happened with her spell that led her someplace else... another version of Mystic Hills out there somewhere.
He couldn't particularly confide in anyone else about his unusual friendship. They might even call him mad, especially since he's been brooding since then.
"As much as I'd like to chitchat, there's a more pressing matter." Bonnie says when she finally caught up to him in his house again a day later. She had thought he would be in the woods which would diminish the search time by half and prolong their time together but she realized there was a structure erected in the place where her corresponding circle had been two years ago which means they have no official place to meet unless she found a place quickly.
She grabbed his arm and started walking back towards the woods.
"Which is?" Damon asked with a raised brow at her.
"When I finally get here, I do not want to be called back by my candles." She says as a means of explanation and watched his brows slowly drop as recognition sparked in his head.
"Your witch circle." He deadpanned, nodding in agreement.
"Yes. I need a new one because all the things I'm thinking of doing to you require time." Bonnie says with a straight face. Affirmatively, firmly.
"Wh—What?" The vampire stammered, taken aback by the unusually brazen Bonnie Bennett before him. That was going to keep surprising him for a while, he conceded. "What happened to you?"
"I died. Several times I lost count." The witch says. It felt just as concrete as it had been the first time she saw her own body after exchanging her life for Jeremy's. "Had to think about what I would regret most if I were to die permanently and you came to mind a lot more than I thought possible."
"We never did say goodbye so I can underst—" Damon started to say. Loose ends of any kind were just uncomfortable.
"That too... but mostly because I wasn't okay with saying goodbye to you permanently." Bonnie confessed. After dying a few too many times, she found that she was more honest about the things she wanted and pursued them —him— a lot more bravely than previously.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Damon asked after a while.
"I hope so." The witch says, looking at her smoke-ey hands. "Unless... you don't want me to?"
"Bonnie." He started to chastise her.
"Same place." She stopped by a large tree in the forest, and just like that, she was gone.
———X———
Bonnie was barely in Mystic Hills when she felt large arms wrap around her, flipping her around easily before the gentle lips of Damon Salvatore found hers.
Considering what a sneak attack that was, his lips on hers remained gentle, softly pulling and nipping and sucking till she gasped breathlessly, opening her mouth to the invasion of his tongue, moaning as the overwhelming sensation of his palm cradling her face ceased, only for her entire body to be set ablaze by his touch.
Damon's hands wandered her body, down her arms and around her, trailing a patten down her spine that left her weak in the knees.
Her weak hands grabbed onto his V-neck, trying to get some kind of balance and stability and failing but Damon's arms tightened around her as he continued to devour her, making her lose her mind with desire and an emotion that was foreign to her.
"I spent the last two years waiting for you, 2.0." He whispers against her lips when they pulled back for air, still clinging to each other.
"Huh?" Bonnie couldn't think straight and she could barely make sense of what he was saying... forming coherent thought and speech was just a reach in the current state of befuddlement.
"Every free time I had I was in the woods just waiting for you... I didn't know if it was because I wanted to kiss you but I waited for my friend from another world and prayed —even though I'm not much of a believer— that you were safe."
"Okayyy..." She says, still confused but at least registering the words now.
"So to answer you, I want you to." He watched the confusion on her face and realized she had probably forgotten what she had said to him right before she left the day before, so he elaborated. "I want you to find a way in your witchy arsenal for us to keep meeting because I'm not giving up on this. Understand?"
Bonnie's smile spread slowly across her face till it was a bright one, and she didn't have the energy or desire to hide it. "Well then as much as I would like to feel your mouth on me, we need to find somewhere for my circle." She pouted.
"I found five locations for you so we spend less time on the search and more on this." He demonstrated by pressing another kiss to her grinning lips.
"So all I have to do is check the corresponding sites in Mystic Falls are safe too?" She asked, happy he had taken the initiative to prove how much he wanted this too.
"Yes." Damon nodded, tightening his hold on her and speeding her to his backyard, "Like this one."
She realized then that since Damon Salvatore of Mystic Falls knew about her rendezvous with his Mystic Hills counterpart, there will be no problem making a transmutation circle in the Salvatore backyard. It was the safest place for them unless Bonnie of Mystic Hills found the circle but... that was a concern for another day. "Seems —" she started to say, only for Damon's lips to descend on hers once more, both getting lost in the feeling.
———X———
Mystic Falls, a week later.
"So what, now I'm an accomplice to some kind of alien love story?" Damon Salvatore asked as he watched Bonnie drawing a circle with dirt in his backyard. They had had time to catch up on what was going on in their lives so he knew what had happened in Mystic Hills and why the witch was drawing a spirit circle in his backyard away from where it was easily visible.
"Oh shut up. Just because your love life sucks doesn't mean mine should too." Bonnie says, teasingly.
"Below the belt, Bon bon." Damon pretended to clutch at his chest. Elena had compelled her memories of them together, away from her mind and was now dating some other guy he was tempted to kill every time he saw.
"I'm just saying... I'm literally traveling worlds to see my boyfriend and you're in the same town with your girlfriend but she doesn't want you. That's tragic." Bonnie hammered her point home, chuckling as she dropped the final handful of dirt and completed the circle.
"I need to check out this alien version of myself." Damon says seriously.
"Damon is not an alien." The witch rolled her eyes.
"I know I'm not."
"You're ridiculous." Another roll of her eyes.
"Yeah. Says the girl who uses witchy stuff to meet her boyfriend..." a mischievous frin spread out across his face. "...and what's to say I won't just blow out the candles while you're getting freaky deaky with my not-so-better half."
"You're such a pain..." she says but her words have no bite to them as she focused on drawing the perfect Star of David in the middle of her circle.
"Wait." Damon exclaimed. "You're saying he's exactly like me? So our ding dings are too?" An overly dramatic gasp accompanied by him pressing a hand to his groin. "Bonnie Bennett! You freak!"
"Hard to believe but your brain is what makes all the difference. His brain is slightly purer than yours. Slight, but noticeable." It was in times like these that she was extra grateful for the color of her skin and her inability to blush.
"Says the girl who has seen me naked." Damon was still adding a scandalized flair to his words.
"First of all, I haven't." Bonnie says. It wasn't for lack of trying. The only thing in their way was the completion of her circles and now, dropping the final candle at the last point of the Star of David, she realized nothing was stoping her from ripping the vampire's clothes off the moment she saw him again.
Nothing.
"That's just sad." Damon sassed. "If he were me I'd be on the twentieth round by now."
"You're a pig." She held a stray candle stump at him which he caught easily in his hand.
"I know." He whispered, wiggling his brows at the witch.
