Hi! I'm back again. I want to thank those who have left kind comments and reviews on this fic. It is always a scary experience as a fanfic writer when you decide to share your works with readers. I appreciate you all.
As for the last chapter, I knew that the Bonnie and Marcel convo could bring mixed comments, but all in all…I enjoyed it.
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"Did Marcel walk in on something?" Elena asked unzipping her heather grey Mystic Falls General Hospital hoodie while eyeing the breakfast food around the kitchen.
Bonnie breathed out taking a seat on the stool and picking at her pancake before meeting Elena's searching eyes, "I think you can probably guess. Damon was here, Marcel showed up…Marcel basically told me that I was already in a relationship, and I agree with him. Whatever I started with Marcel was just stupid of me, I was falling back into the type of relationship I had with Enzo and why would I do that to myself again?" Bonnie frowned putting a small piece of pancake in her mouth.
Elena grimaced giving Bonnie a sympathetic look, "I'm sorry, maybe I should have called someone else, but I didn't really have many options…"
"No," Bonnie waved her hand, "you called the right person. Last night and this morning, pushed me into confronting many things that I'd been avoiding and ignoring. I need to talk to Damon…" she slid off of the stool, but Elena stood in front of her blocking her from leaving the kitchen.
"No, you are going to take your pain meds and rest today. You were in a car accident Bonnie. I know you are in pain. Please text Damon and let him know that you two will talk in a day or two when you are not concussed," Elena replied gently.
Bonnie nodded slowly, "Ok…"
"I'm serious, doctor's orders," Elena looked directly into Bonnie's eyes, "or I will prescribe you something stronger that will knock you out for the rest of the day."
Bonnie nodded, "Got it, a text that is it," she promised.
"Now eat. Those pancakes smell amazing," Elena gave her a smile.
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As soon as Damon stepped into his house, Sandy trotted up to him with her leash hanging from her mouth, "Yes, I know girl…I'm sorry," he apologized kneeling down and leashing her before opening the door again to head out on their morning walk.
He made his way down the pathway holding Sandy's leash as she walked along tail wagging along the way. As much as he wanted to concentrate on the path of their walk, his thoughts were firmly at a townhome across town, so he allowed Sandy to lead the way.
He wondered whether Marcel had taken over the duties of making sure that Bonnie wasn't one step away from a hospital visit. Only he was sure that Marcel wouldn't find himself on the loveseat in Bonnie's room and instead, lying next to her in bed and holding her.
Damon shook his head to shake that vision out of his head. Before Marcel showed up, he and Bonnie were about to have the conversation that they'd avoided for close to a year (a conversation that they needed to have even before they had sex) and just like that—it ended.
Damon tried to think of all the ways the conversation could have gone but couldn't bring his mind to settle on one scenario. Sandy stopped to sniff a tree and Damon stood watching the cars travel down the quiet street.
After a few moments, he fished his cellphone out of his pocket to check his emails when a text message from Bonnie popped up on the screen, 'Can we have dinner to talk in two days? I have to wait until then…doctor's orders ' the text read.
Damon took a deep breath and texted back 'Sure, I know just the place and we won't have any issues with people disturbing us.'
'K' she texted and then followed up with another text, 'Thank you for last night and this morning.'
Damon glanced down at the text messages and smiled.
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Her phone vibrated on the nightstand next to her bed and Bonnie tiredly reached for it. Elena actually made good on her promise and provided Bonnie with stronger pain medication which promptly put her to sleep. She glanced out of her window and realized that it was now dark—she'd slept the day away. Earlier, her boss cleared her to work from home for two more days and she welcomed it; she still looked like hell.
The phone vibrated again, and she saw that Bianca's face filled the screen. Bonnie took a deep breath before pressing the green button, "Hello."
"Sissy!" Bianca greeted her enthusiastically and loudly.
Bonnie instantly grimaced, "I guess the fact that I have a minor concussion doesn't stop you from screaming."
Bianca scoffed, "Oh Bonnie, I just wanted to send my love."
"Uh, huh…your love."
"When Elena called me and told me about the accident, you know I instantly got a migraine. You know how those twin powers work," Bianca went on, "how are you feeling?"
"Well Elena prescribed me some stronger pain meds than she did last night and right now, I feel much better. I went to sleep at about 11 this morning and I'm just waking up now."
"And what time did Damon leave? Or is he still there?" Bianca asked with a hint of amusement.
"Damon left this morning after Marcel showed up," Bonnie asked.
"Oh," Bianca whispered realizing what was coming next, "I texted Marcel because I thought he should know that you were in an accident…did I do something wrong?" she asked innocently.
Rolling her eyes, Bonnie replied, "No, you didn't do anything wrong. Marcel came while Damon was still here and in true rom com fashion, Marcel stared Damon down for a few minutes and Damon left."
"Oh."
"Yes, and that's when Marcel decided to ask me how close me and Damon were…"
Bianca whistled, "Oh he finally asked the question…he wanted to know if Damon's ever made you call out his name in passion?!"
Shaking her head, Bonnie answered, "He asked me if we ever had sex."
"And you told him no, right?" Bianca countered.
Bonnie sighed, "I told him the truth B, why would I not?"
"Why would you!?" Bianca scoffed, "It was none of his business! You and Damon slept together what…two times technically before you and Marcel decided to try to see what you could have together. That has nothing to do with him," Bianca argued.
"It does have something to do with him."
"Pfft," Bianca sneered.
"Bianca, I had dinner with Caroline last night."
"Caroline the one who's engaged to Enzo?"
"Yes."
The sound of disgust that came through the phone reinforced Bonnie's continued belief that her and Bianca were as different as possible, "Anyway…" Bonnie continued, "we talked about a few things, and I faced some hard truths. Marcel is a good man. He treated me well and we had a good time together, but I don't feel the same way about him that I feel for Damon."
"So you ended things with Marcel."
"It was kind of mutual, but yes…"
"Because you want the blue-eyed man who gave you multiple orgasms the first time you did the do?" Bianca teased.
Bonnie stared at the phone—sometimes she wondered why she gave her sister any details of her life, "I have feelings for Damon that aren't going away and he does…" Bonnie smiled, "he awakens something in me that I thought I would never find. We can talk about anything…"
"Except the fact that you two want to be in a real relationship," Bianca interrupted.
"Well we are going to talk about that. We almost did before Marcel showed up."
"Ahh, so you two are finally going to accept what we all accepted awhile ago."
"I don't know about the two of us, but I'm going to tell him how I feel," Bonnie answered.
"And you are seriously wondering if he feels the same way?" Bianca asked, "Bonnie, that man is totally and utterly all in for you Sissy. The way he looks at you, the way you two smile at each other…and the way you described what happened between you two on a physical level—you two are definitely way past platonic friends and platonic feelings."
"I know, I know we are," Bonnie whispered, "but he has baggage, and I don't know if he wants to…"
"Bonnie, you just ended things with a perfect man on paper…Damon wants you as much as you want him, you two need to get out of each other's way. You and Damon are this close to figuring it out, figure it out," Bianca replied gently.
"You're right."
"I always am," Bianca replied confidently, "and by the way, I'm happy that you are ok Sissy, the accident sounded scary."
"Well, I probably would have been afraid if I didn't black out as soon as it happened pretty much."
"Send me a picture of your accident scar," Bianca asked.
"You are so weird…No!" Bonnie laughed.
"Oh come on," Bianca whined as Bonnie continued to protest.
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Bonnie stepped out of the SUV in front of the address that Damon sent her two days earlier and looked up at the purple sign shining above the smokey glass door displaying the name of the new lounge. She observed the small sign on the door stating, 'Grand Opening…Soon'.
She smiled while gently knocking on the door. Peering inside, she could see that the space was dimly lit almost as if it was empty, but she was sure that Damon sent her this address.
She waited a few moments looking down at the clothes she decided to wear that evening—against her better judgment, she decided on a strapless black dress and blazer. Her first thought was to wear a t-shirt and jeans to avoid any distractions, but she had self-control and Bianca vetoed any type of jeans.
Bonnie raised her fist to gently knock again and noticed Damon appear from behind the bar area and smile at her. He held up one finger as he placed some papers on the bar before heading towards the door.
She stepped back when he unlocked the door and opened it for her to enter the lounge. She inhaled his scent as she brushed past him. He smelled woodsy, but also like a deep-sea breeze. It was definitely an intoxicating aroma. He was dressed all in black, black slacks and a black button-down shirt with his eyes appearing even more blue in that wardrobe, "Sorry, I was on the phone when you knocked the first time," he apologized.
"It's no problem," she replied taking a look around the lounge, "wow this looks like it's coming along. A few more adjustments and you'll be ready to open," she commented turning to face him.
Damon looked around appreciating the fact that the empty space had morphed into a pretty upscale lounge within a few days, "Yes, I think so. Stefan still wants to make some additional updates, but we will be ready in 3 weeks."
Bonnie nodded, shifting on her feet, "Soo…" she met his eyes, "where shall we have our conversation?"
Damon cracked a smile gesturing down the small set of stairs where a small round table of to the side of the dance floor contained two place settings and two glasses filled with wine, "One of our final candidates for the in-house chef set up a menu for us tonight, the food has been simmering in the kitchen for a little under an hour."
"Oh lovely," Bonnie walked down the stairs to the small table to the right of the dance floor.
"Give me a moment," Damon pulled out her seat as she sat down slowly. Once Bonnie was seated, Damon headed towards the French doors leading towards the kitchen.
On the table, there were two glasses filled with white wine. Bonnie immediately sipped from her glass. She thought about what she would say all day, but now that she was here—she wasn't so sure what she wanted to say to him. She knew her heart, she knew her feelings…but actually articulating, she wasn't so sure about.
"Ready?" he asked entering from the kitchen carrying two plates, he sliced through her thoughts as he placed her plate in front of her.
She looked down, at the first course of stuffed mushrooms. "Well let's see if this chef is a winner," Bonnie picked up her fork and cut the mushroom in half allowing cheese to ooze from the middle with spinach and breadcrumbs.
Following the first course which was enjoyed with light conversation, Damon brought out the main course…a plate that contained stuffed chicken breast containing ricotta cheese, spinach and sundried tomatoes accompanied by roasted red potatoes and string beans, "Wow, this looks great," she surveyed the plate.
"Good, depending on your feedback we may just extend an offer to this chef a contract," Damon replied taking a seat across from her, "how's the wine?"
Bonnie glanced over at the glass of Chardonnay, "Perfect."
"Good. I picked it out, it's from one of the wineries that my mother owns a small stake in," he winked at her.
"A winery huh?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow as she picked up her fork and knife and cut her chicken breast taking a small bite, "Mmmm, this is amazing," she moaned.
Damon followed her actions with his own piece of chicken putting it in his mouth and chewing, "You're right, it is…I think Chef Kazz may have earned himself a contract."
"Definitely," Bonnie agreed.
They ate in silence for a few moments enjoying the dish in front of them and then Damon stared at Bonnie for a few beats, "How are you?" he asked lowering his voice a few octaves sending shivers up and down Bonnie's spine.
"Much better than a couple of days ago. Pain meds, some icy hot and rest did wonders. I have a couple of physical therapy sessions to attend to work out some back pain that I'm experiencing that they believe will go away, but I'm pretty much on the mend," Bonnie smiled, "and thank you for bringing me home that night. You really took care of me," she gave him a half smile, "I know I wasn't the easiest accident victim to deal with."
"Oh no, you were easy," he scoffed waving his hand in the air.
Bonnie nodded and then took a deep breath, "Right…so the morning after, we started a conversation. You said that I did say a little more the night before after the accident."
Damon took a sip of his wine, "You did and Bon…"
She held up her hand signaling for him to stop speaking, "Let me say something without the extra pain meds and wine in my system, I want to say this before I lose some of my nerve," she gave him a nervous grin taking a quick sip of her wine, "I don't quite remember what I said to you, but I will start with—I'm happy that Marcel interrupted us that morning. I don't think we were…I was ready to have this conversation with you. Not then," she confessed, "Me and Marcel we ended things, whatever it was. I liked him. I really did, but he was never meant for me. My feelings for him were not the type of feelings that he deserved in a girlfriend, and I deserve to be happy, completely happy."
Damon shifted in his seat looking over into her green eyes…had they always been so green? He wondered, "Bonnie…"
She continued, "When I broke up with Enzo, we were way past our expiration date. When I was with him, I was going through the motions. Smiling when I felt I should, laughing when it was required…discussing the weather, what we wanted for dinner…mundane things. I lost every bit of desire I had for that relationship and for him in some ways. I dated afterwards, but they were relationships or situations where I knew that I would never get too close to the men in them. We had fun and that was the extent of it. Then you came into Cup of Life and and asked me what type of coffee you should get, you smiled at me, and I felt something stir inside of me. I looked into your eyes, and I saw something. I felt something that I hadn't felt in years, I was instantly attracted to you," her mouth broke into a smirk, "my Saturdays stopped being my time to decompress from the week alone with a cup of coffee and a book or magazine, it morphed into my time that I spent with someone who I connected with so deeply that I felt as if it was too intense to be reality. Your smiles, your laugh, everything…I…" she paused to gather her thoughts and courage, "I fell for you and I fell hard, but we were so far down the road of being just friends that I felt as if the door was closed for anything more," she confessed feeling her nerves threated to choke her, "we told everyone that we were only friends and we said it so much, I think we both tried to really believe it," Bonnie breathed heavily taking another sip of her wine as Damon watched her intently as she continued, "then the day after the ball, when I came to your place and we crossed the line and then the lines of platonic friendship officially blurred, I found myself spiraling in my feelings for you. We had sex in your office for heavens sakes while people were in the lounge!" she exclaimed as Damon grinned at that very distinct and passionate memory, "I knew that we agreed, and I know that we both had our baggage and our reasons for not wanting a relationship and I had to put a stop to whatever was happening between us…so I threw Marcel up as the person to stop whatever was happening between us…"
"A shield…" Damon breathed out.
Bonnie's eyes met his, "A shield…yes. I knew I didn't feel the same for him that I felt for you, but I needed something…someone to stop what was happening between us because I didn't want to get hurt. I didn't want to wreck what we had. I was afraid-afraid to lose you as a friend and terrified of my feelings for you. I looked for you every Saturday. You were my constant…you are my constant and it scares me," she looked down at her plate of food feeling slightly exhausted and nauseous all at the same time, "my feelings for you are so raw, so intense and so real that…I couldn't accept if they were not reciprocated, because we would have lost our friendship along the way and having you as my friend is non-negotiable, Damon."
Damon's Adam's apple bobbed as he stared across the table, "There was no reason to ever be afraid of your feelings for me, Bonnie," Damon remarked quietly looking down at the table for a few moments and then raising his eyes to meet hers, "from the moment I laid eyes on you in that coffee shop, I knew that you would be so much trouble for me," he chuckled lightly, "Bonnie, I was…and probably some people would still say that I was a fucking disaster. I was in a relationship to past the time when we first met. I got out of a relationship where I was sleeping with one of my mother's best friends. You laid eyes on a walking fucking disaster in that coffee shop and you didn't even know it. When I almost died a couple of months before meeting you, I decided to take stock in my life…decide what I wanted to be, who I was meant to be. I was ready to take life seriously, even with some bumps along the way and sitting across from you every Saturday, I felt like I was finally becoming the man that I was supposed to be. I could be someone's friend. I could provide the support of a friendship without sex getting in the way. I was faithful to you…I was faithful to our friendship and what it meant to us."
"Do you think we made a mistake sleeping with each other?" Bonnie asked quietly looking over at Damon.
Damon matched her gaze, "Do you remember what you said to me before you kissed me?"
"That if we didn't go further our friendship wouldn't survive?"
"Something like that and I believe you were right, Bonnie…I don't think there's any secret that we were physically attracted to each other. Your gorgeous, how could I not be attracted to you but even with that we were in each other's heads so deeply, so intricately that there was a thread between us that we would never be able to sever. We had become more than platonic friends well before the day we slept together Bonnie," Damon admitted, "my feelings for you far surpassed someone that I was sleeping with," Damon smiled over at her, "my feelings for you are deeper than any I've ever had for any woman in my life. I can admit that. You will never know the power you have over me Bonnie Bennett," he stared intently across the table with slightly darkened blue eyes.
Bonnie felt the temperature in the lounge rise and she almost started fanning herself.
Damon continued, "I was willing to stand by and be just your friend, even step back if you wanted to give Marcel a real change because having you in my life…it was more than a want, it was a need," he reached over taking her hand in his while playing with her fingers.
Bonnie laughed nervously while sipping her wine, "Damon…I'm not that great of a friend…"
"You don't know you, like I know you," he answered simply staring at her from across the table.
"And you don't know yourself the way I know you," she countered with a smirk.
Damon smiled across the table, "So what does this mean for us Bonnie? Do we want to continue down the road of pla…"
"No," she answered before he could get the rest of his words out causing him to laugh, "no, I don't want to continue down that road. I'm done with placing restrictions on my feelings. I want to see where dropping the just friends label could lead us, Damon."
"Where it could lead us, huh?" he raised an eyebrow with a cocky grin.
"Tonight, we are just having dinner and talking," she wiggled her finger at him.
"I am quite aware, that's why I chose to meet here and not my place or yours," he answered.
"Good, we are behaving ourselves."
"Of course," Damon stated before pushing himself away from the table, "but let me show you something," he stood up and held out his hand.
"Where are we going?" Bonnie eyed his hand.
"You trust me, don't you?"
Bonnie placed her hand in his and immediately felt the sparks go up and down her arm while he led her away from the table and towards the double glass doors leading out to the deck.
Stepping onto the deck leading out to the Mystic Falls Pier, she had to admit, it was a beautiful space. The fountain in the middle of the deck illuminated with 4 small fire pits lining the center of the fountain providing the perfect ambiance. "This is beautiful," Bonnie stated in awe looking around at the lights above the deck and over at the city's skyline in the distance.
"I thought so and the more I look around out here, I think Stefan made a good decision."
"The firepits gives the place a romantic feel," Bonnie nodded as Damon led her over to the railing standing behind her.
"Looking around at this place, I feel a sense of peace. I feel like everything is falling into place," he stated quietly.
"Everything?" she asked turning to face him.
He smiled, placing his hands on her cheeks, "Everything," he whispered before tilting his head to capture her lips in a kiss.
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An hour after cleaning and locking up the lounge, Damon escorted Bonnie out to his car opening up the passenger side door and she slid inside. Bonnie could feel a nervous energy in the car as soon as Damon sat in the driver's seat.
"Well…" Damon said pushing the ignition button bringing the car to life.
"How's Sandy, I feel like I haven't seen her in awhile," Bonnie spoke up.
Damon raised an eyebrow, "She's good, I'm sure she would love to see you if you're interested in seeing her right now."
Bonnie looked over at Damon knowing that her agreement could signal a change in the evening's plan, "I would love to see her…I'm sure she misses me."
"Oh you are definitely one of her favorite people, so she will be beyond ecstatic to see you outside of the café," Damon grinned pulling out of the parking lot and heading towards his house.
Bonnie felt like every nerve in her body come alive as she gazed out of the window towards Damon's place. She remembered her conversation with Bianca earlier that day…
"So tonight's the night you confess all to Damon, huh…what are you wearing?" Bianca asked looking around Bonnie's room via video call on Bonnie's tablet.
"Jeans and a t-shirt, I want to be casual and not make it seem like this is a date, date…"
"You are going to tell that man you love him, it is a date," Bianca clipped.
Bonnie froze in place. Was she going to tell Damon that she loved him? No…no that's not what she was going to do, "I am not confessing my love tonight."
"If he hits the right spot, you will," Bianca mumbled.
Bonnie turned to look at her tablet on her vanity, "We are just talking, there will be no hitting of spots tonight."
"Right," Bianca teased, "well then, since you are so sure…wear a dress and some heels oh and please, a lace bra and panty set…you don't want to be caught unprepared," Bianca gave Bonnie a devlisih grin and then her mouth formed into an 'O', "ooooh…the dress I bought you for your birthday last year would be perfect. You don't have to dress like you're going to a basketball game just because you're going to talk. You can be sexy, Sissy."
Bonnie retrieved the strapless, short bondage black dress from her closet and turned to look at Bianca, "I'm not sure about this, I guess I will wear a blazer with it. I don't want to send the wrong the message."
Bianca's brow furrowed, "The message is that you want Damon in every way possible and you want him to know it."
"But I want to keep both feet on the floor."
"Bonnie, didn't we make a decision not to overthink everything and we need to just let things happen with you and Damon?" Bianca asked.
Bonnie held the dress in front of her, "Fine, so how should I wear my hair?"
"Up," Bianca advised.
"Fine."
"Call me tomorrow afternoon to recap," Bianca replied.
"Tomorrow afternoon?" Bonnie raised an eyebrow.
Bianca winked before she ended the video call. Bonnie shook her head—she would definitely stay away from Damon's place.
Damon pulled into his driveway and turned the car off, opening Bonnie's door and leading her up the pathway towards the front door of the house. They exchanged very few words as Bonnie took his hand.
When Damon opened the door, Sandy came barreling into the foyer and stopped for a few moments eyeing Bonnie, "Hey Girl," Bonnie kneeled down to pet her.
"She probably wants to go out for a few, you can make yourself at home while we go out for awhile just to the corner and back up," Damon retrieved Sandy's leash attaching it to her collar.
"I will walk with you," Bonnie offered.
Damon stood up and looked at Bonnie for a few moments before giving her a small smile, "Umm…sure," he opened the door as Bonnie followed him out of the door. She took the leash from his hands and Sandy led her down the pathway.
Damon followed behind them grinning as Bonnie giggled at the way Sandy led her down the sidewalk sniffing the ground intently at a quick pace. He remembered months before how he was in a very different situation with another woman who showed absolutely no interest in Sandy—this was different, this was better.
After 10 minutes, Sandy decided she'd seen enough and led them back into the house returning to her bed in the corner of the living room while Damon and Bonnie headed to the kitchen to wash their hands, "Sandy never ceases to make me laugh, she has quite the personality," Bonnie dried her hands on one of the dish towels.
"Yes, she gets more and more demanding with each no day," Damon chuckled, "can I get you something to drink?"
"Anymore Chardonnay?" Bonnie asked.
"Coming right up, why don't you take a seat on the couch, and I'll bring it out."
Bonnie nodded but she didn't move from her spot in the kitchen as she stood staring at him remove wine glasses from the cabinet. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he had unbuttoned a few of his shirt buttons at the top. She watched him pour wine in the glasses, "Bianca…I told her that I wanted to keep both of my feet on the floor tonight," Bonnie gave him a half smile twisting her ring around her finger looking at him.
Damon drew his gaze away from the wine glasses and stared back at her, "Then you can do that," he said in a low voice.
She licked her lips catching his eyes.
It only took him a few moments to reach her and bring his hands to her cheeks bringing her into a kiss. The kiss was deep…soul searing…and left her breathless. When he broke their contact, his gaze was steady and intense, "Do you want to keep your feet on the floor?" he whispered panting.
She didn't trust her voice to answer, but her head managed to convey her answer with a shake in the negative. It was at that moment that he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her while moving from the kitchen and started climbing the stairs holding onto her as he ascended.
They reached the landing and he placed her down on the plush carpet as they kissed each other feverishly, he opened his bedroom door while she worked the rest of the buttons of his shirt open allowing it to fall to the floor.
He took a step back for a few moments admiring her for a few moments. Her hair had quickly left the bun that she had carefully placed it in and was now cascading over her shoulders, her lips were swollen from the kisses that he had given her in the last 5 minutes, "It's your last chance to keep your feet on the floor," he breathed heavily.
"I know," she answered before kicking off her heels.
Damon closed the space between them placing his hands on her shoulders staring down at her before slowly moving his hands to the back of her dress and slowly lowering the zipper to reveal the matching royal purple flowery lace push up bra and matching cheeky panties she wore, "You're so beautiful," Damon whispered as her dress fell to the floor and he backed her over to the king-sized bed, slowly lowering her onto the plush mattress.
Bonnie moved her body to the top of the bed as Damon unbuckled his belt and within seconds, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants allowing them to fall to the floor at the foot of the bed. Bonnie licked her lips as his eyes darkened and he climbed up the bed to meet her placing his hand on the back of her neck bringing her into a kiss while he lowered her down covering her body with his.
Bonnie breathed in as he kissed a trail from the hollow of her neck down to the valley between her breasts. His hand reached up and slid one of the cups of her bra up allowing his hand to palm one of her brown mounds as he slowly made his way down her stomach, where he proceeded to drag his tongue down sending tremors throughout her body.
His hand left her breast for a moment, and she felt his long fingers on each side of the lace panties that she had on and in one quick tug he had them down her legs and on the floor next to the bed. She closed her eyes bracing herself for what she knew would come next as Damon placed his arms under her thighs and pulled her closer to his face.
His soft lips kissed the inside of her right thigh and then the inside of her left and she steadied herself as she opened her eyes looking down at the top of his raven hair just before she felt his tongue gently lick her slick center and she let out a passionate moan as her head crashed back to the pillow as she spread her legs further apart with his gentle nudging of her thighs as he gently sucked on her folds. She gripped his hair gently as he continued to worship her from below. Bonnie bit her lip as her entire body clenched, "Damon," she whispered in the quietness of his bedroom sending a signal to him as he left a soft kiss on her left thigh before kissing a trail up her stomach to her breast, pausing to swirl his tongue around each nipple before drawing his mouth back to her neck. Bonnie felt as if she would come apart at any second and when his lips met hers and he deepened the kiss by swirling his tongue in her mouth, she found her fingers moving up and down his muscled back.
"You taste so good," he whispered caressing her cheek before he slowly entered her causing her to gasp slightly while she adjusted to him.
They moved in a steady rhythm as soft moans filled the room as Bonnie lost herself in his touch, his kisses and his stroke. This wasn't the first time that they'd been together, but it felt like it the way Damon took his time, moved slowly and allowed his hands to travel up and down her body as if he was using them to commit her figure to memory through his hands. It was at that moment that she realized that she was completely and wholly in love with him.
Well, I would be in love too if I were Bonnie…Damon ain't done yet, so much for the feet on the floor mantra.
Also, one clue to who Bonnie is marrying…one thing we should all remember, Caroline can be somewhat of a traditionalist. Keep that in mind about her reaction to Bonnie in the first chapter.
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