I've been away for some time and I apologize for it. Bamon's been hiding from me for a long time. However, I appreciate all of your reviews and messages. I wrote this awhile ago and I thought I would share. This is just Part 1, I will come back…

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Ch. 14 Iced Lattes (Part 1)

Bonnie slowly rose from the floor as Damon moved closer to the counter, "So what are we having today Barry?" Damon glanced over the counter while Barry finished mixing the coffee drink.

"Hmm, well I was going to make Libbylou, but looking at you two at the moment—I think some Iced Lattes will work just as well," he gave Bonnie a smart-ass grin.

"Whatever," Bonnie stuck out her tongue as she moved over to an empty table with Damon and Sandy following.

"Soo…" Damon smiled from across the table, "how are you, did you miss seeing my lovely face every weekend?"

Bonnie shook her head, "Not a bit."

"Right, sure…I know you were tired of paying for your own coffee," Damon winked as Barry sat the iced drinks in front of them.

"Well you know, I love getting free drinks. That's why I made best friends with a bar owner."

"Of course…"

Bonnie sipped her drink and then looked at Damon, "You look good. I take it New York treated you well this time?"

"It did. My bar up there is doing amazing."

"Uh, huh and see any ex-girlfriends?"

"Actually yes," Damon sipped his drink, "it was nice to spend time with people from my former life. Sometimes, they know you in ways that people in your present don't."

"Oh really?"

"They gave me some things to think about," he admitted.

"Maybe rekindling a relationship?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

Damon squinted. He was a little surprised that Bonnie was going down this road of questioning—especially after what their relationship turned into a couple weeks back, "No rekindling in New York. I had some fun, I will admit—but that was it. What about you? Did Marcel manage to convince you to be his girlfriend?"

Bonnie's eyes drifted up to Damon's and suddenly her mouth went dry. How could she describe what she and Marcel were at the moment, "Well I decided to give him a chance…a real one," she declared wondering how she sounded. Hoping that she sounded confident in that statement. She watched as Damon's eyes widened a little before he took a sip of his drink, "Well that's something," he managed to squeeze out.

"He's a good guy. He knows how to put a smile on my face."

Damon felt his stomach turn. He felt physically sick. He wasn't sure exactly what meaning that 'He knows how to put a smile on my face' was, but it wasn't something he wanted to dwell on for long, "So will he be joining us for these Saturday morning gatherings?"

Bonnie's eyebrows knitted together confused, "Why would he?"

Damon let out a laugh that was almost mocking which made Bonnie immediately go on the defensive, "You two are on the road to happy relationship bliss and Marcel is cool with you having coffee with a man that not a month ago you were engaged in some very adult activities with?" he leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, "Marcel must be damn near a saint."

"Marcel knows that I have a life outside of him."

Damon sipped his drink and leaned back observing Bonnie's demeanor. She was sitting back in the chair, arms folded and avoiding his pointed gaze, "You did tell Marcel about us right?"

"What about us?"

"The fact that the night he arrived in Mystic Falls," Damon began and then leaned forward speaking above a whisper, "I had you bent over my desk in Revel."

It was raw, explicit, but true and the mere memory of it made Bonnie cross her legs. She spent the last couple of weeks putting that moment and the other out of her mind and Damon being back and mentioning it didn't help, "What happened between us is all in the past. We agreed about that," she stated through clenched teeth.

"Bonnie, I'm not trying to go back there—I'm just saying, that Marcel must be a hell of a guy to be fine with that."

"I'm a grown women, who I had sex with prior to deciding to have a relationship with him is none of his business!" she spat out a little more defensive than she intended.

Damon felt the nerve that he must have hit with Bonnie and held up his hands in protest, "Hey Bon, I'm not criticizing your choices here…I'm just saying…"

"You're just implying that I'm hiding something from Marcel and I'm not, I don't think it's any of his business and why are you even worried about it? Marcel has nothing to do with our friendship and you made it pretty clear that this is only a friendship—so you really shouldn't concern yourself with what my potential boyfriend thinks about you or our friendship," Bonnie snapped snatching up her bag, "I think we've spent enough friendly time together today," she rose from her seat knocking back the chair startling Sandy and causing Barry to look over with a confused look.

"Bonnie, what's wrong with you?" Damon asked.

"Nothing for you to worry about," she threw down a couple of bills on the table and stormed out of the café.

Damon looked over at Barry, "I'll be right back," he stood up and rushed after Bonnie with Sandy staying on the floor of the café. Damon rushed down the street trying to catch up with the petite little woman that just stormed away from him.

"Bon! Come on, stop walking for a moment," he called after her. For a woman with such short legs, she sure moved fast. She stopped whipping around to face him. She should have kept walking, she knew she should have, "what is the problem? Why did you leave like that? What am I saying that is so wrong?"

"You're not saying anything wrong," she stated quietly in almost a defeated tone.

"Ok…soo…"

Bonnie ran her hands through her hair, "Damon, you said that our friendship means a lot to you…"

"It does."

"Then I think in order for our friendship to work now, we need to keep some things off the table of discussion and Marcel is one of them. It just won't work with us ever discussing it."

"If that's what you want."

"It's exactly what I want," Bonnie stated with a hint of finality.

Just a taste…that Damon ain't gonna get for awhile. LOL!