OMG you guys are going to love this! Read the bold at the end (insert evil grin).
In an outward attempt to show Bonnie that she should move on Damon decided he should be the first to since his relationship with Rebekah was getting to that point. Damon was quickly realizing Bonnie deserved Marcel. Marcel was fun, smart, handsome, and most importantly rich. He also treated Bonnie with respected and they were happy. Damon wanted that for her. For her to be happy, even if that happiness wasn't with him.
"What's up man?" Mason asked as he came into the kitchen. Damon called Mason over because he need some advice. It was the type of advice a normal guy would ask his father, but Giuseppe didn't have enough heart for this, and Stefan had a little too much.
Damon gestured for Mason to have a seat and sat across from him placing two ring boxes on the table. Mason almost gasped. He didn't expect things with Damon and Rebekah to go this far. "Which one ring A or B?" he asked. "I don't trust anyone else to keep quiet about this, and your my best friend so why not you," Damon smiled.
Ok, now I have to tell him, Mason thought as he looked at Damon. They were best friends, brothers and what he was about to say could destroy all that. "Listen man, I can't let you do this," Mason said shaking his head.
"Look I know Rebekah and I have our rocky patches, but we love each other."
"Damon seriously, just let me say this," Mason started. "You can't marry Rebekah. She's been cheating on you for a long time. Like years. In high school, when you guys were in Laos. Its been happening right under your nose," Mason said seeing Damon turn red. He knew Damon did what he felt, he was driven by emotion and now he was murder mad.
"How do you know?" Damon demanded.
"Look I wanted to tell you a long time ago, but she"-
"I don't care, how do you know?!" Damon yelled and banged his fits on the table.
Now is the time to be a man, Mason thought to himself. He created this mess and he had to clean it up. "I'm the one she's sleeping with, and I love her," Mason said just as Damon's fist came in contact with his face. Mason fell out of his chair. He didn't want to fight. He just needed to tell the truth before Damon made a mistake.
"I wanted to tell you man. You're my brother," Mason started and received in the gut this time.
Damon couldn't believe this. He trusted Mason and he had been sleeping with Rebekah the whole time. He ended things with Bonnie and let her go, for what? Maybe he was getting what he deserved. It wasn't a lie that he was a bastrad. He cheated, she cheated, they really did deserve each other. "Leave her alone," Damon demanded.
The boys were throwing each other around and destroying the kitchen. Bonnie came down to see what the hell was going on and she saw Damon punching Mason to the ground. "Damon," she yelled as she pulled him off of Mason. "What the hell is your problem?"
"Look man I'm sorry," Mason pleaded.
"Get out!" Damon yelled.
"C'mon," Mason said hoping letting Damon bet the shit out him equated to something.
"I said get the hell out," he yelled again.
Mason left and Damon flipped the table. Bonnie didn't know what was happening with Damon but she never actually saw him behave like this. Bonnie saw an opening in his destruction to hug him so she did. "It's going to be okay," she said holding him tighter.
Damon soon wrapped his arms around her and rocked her. It was something about the softness of her body and the gentle way she talked that calmed him. The raging storm in him soon subsided and they were still holding each other.
They cleaned up in silence, but Damon made sure to stop and thank Bonnie when they were done. She had poured them both a glass of Jack Daniels on the rocks, just the way he liked it. "Thank you Bonnie," Damon said as he took the glass.
"You're welcome," she smiled.
"For everything, thank you," he said looking up into her eyes.
"You're welcome," she said putting her hand on his. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered honestly.
"What happened with you and Mason?" Bonnie asked.
"He's in love with Rebekah," he smiled up at her. "They've been sleeping together our whole lives and I-I'm stupid," he laughed. "I'm such a fucking idiot," he yelled.
"No you're not. She is. She's going to regret not having you," Bonnie said looking meaningfully into his eyes. "This isn't your fault, so don't blame yourself."
"I still feel guilty, and stupid, and angry. I deserve this don't I?" he asked.
"If that's the way you want to see it, fine. Rebekah cheating on you with your best friend, even before you met me, is all your fault. You deserve to be miserable and pay even though you're already hurt anyway," Bonnie said being sarcastic.
Damon smirked at her kindness. He did miss them being friends. He missed being open with her. He missed them laughing together. "What do you think I should do?" he asked.
"Whatever makes you happy Damon," she smiled.
Damon grabbed her hand and kissed it. "I missed you," he smiled at her.
"And I missed you," said rubbing his cheek.
Just than the doorbell rang. And the door opened. It was Rebekah. She rushed over to Damon and carefully examined his face. "We never wanted you to find out like this," Rebekah said as she looked at Damon. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm going to go," Bonnie said. She was getting ready for her date with Marcel when all of this started and he was going to be there soon.
"What do you want to do?" Damon asked her.
Bonnie was sure Damon was going to call things off with Rebekah finally. And something about the elation in that thought made her halt on the top stair.
"I don't know," Rebekah said in a soft voice.
Damon picked up one of the rings and got down on his knees. "I can forgive you if you can forgive me. We can work if you want us to?" he said looking up at the excitement on her face.
"Damon, I love you so much, but I can't marry you. I just can't," she said and walked out of the door.
Bonnie was pissed. After everything Damon could just forgive Rebekah. He could let it all go.
That wasn't really how Damon saw things. He ruined his chance of happiness with Bonnie because he couldn't forgive her. He wasn't going to make that mistake again. And just as he thought. Not being together was what he and Rebekah both wanted. All he had to do was fix things with Bonnie.
"Hey," Bonnie said when Damon came into the library. "How are you holding up?" she asked.
"I'd be better if my bestie was around to braid my hair, and eat ice cream, and talk shit about Rebekah with me," he said making her laugh.
"Sorry I got a life," she shrugged.
"How are things going with Marcel?" he asked bring about an awkwardness he didn't intend.
"They're fine, we're fine," she said nodding her head.
"If you say so," Damon smiled at her.
"I more than say so," she winked. The gesture was completely innocent, but it meant way more to Damon. "What's wrong with you," she said noting the change in his demeanor.
"Are you sleeping with him?" Damon asked in a low voice.
"Can we just talk about something else," Bonnie said not wanting to spoil another night fighting about her relationship with Marcel. It always started out innocently enough, then Damon would take his concern a little too far and soon shots were fired and returned.
"So that's why you've been coming back later and later each night?" Damon asked.
"Look his sister is here for break and we were hanging out. Marcel wasn't even around," Bonnie groaned.
"I'm sure that's all it is," he said in a demeaning tone.
"Look I don't want to fight tonight Damon. We were doing so well," she pleaded with him. He hated when she looked at him with those big sad green eyes. "Please don't ruin it."
"Fine," he smiled. "Sorry," he said rubbing her cheek. He wanted this for her, and now he was getting everything he wished for. Bonnie was getting the love she deserved, but it wasn't coming from him.
"Okay," Bonnie said kissing his cheek. "Goodnight Damon."
"Night Bon."
Damon just arrived at the hotel Bonnie was at. He could kill his sister for suggesting that Bonnie and Marcel spend the weekend alone for their three month anniversary. He quickly got her room info from some cute little red head behind the front desk.
Bonnie was getting things ready for her weekend with Marcel this was going to be the first time they spent a weekend alone. Everything was ready she just had to pick him up and bring him to his big surprise, courtesy of Caroline. She was hoping they wouldn't have sex, but she was prepared in case the moment felt right. So far it hadn't. There was a frantic knock at the door just as she was about to leave. Bonnie looked through the peephole not expecting anyone. It was Damon and he looked pissed.
She opened the door and he invited himself in. "Can I help you?" Bonnie asked.
Damon looked around at what she did for that pretentious dick. She was wearing a short red a-line cocktail dress with a deep v-neckline and red pumps. She had red roses here and there. Then there were the candles. He could smell her cooking something and that did it. "You didn't have to pay for all of this if you wanted to make dinner for Marcellus?"
"Yes Damon, I did because I wanted to," Bonnie frowned at him. "And you seem to have a problem when ever Marcel in the house."
That was mostly because he didn't want Marcel in her. "You're getting your money back," he said as he grabbed her arm.
"Let me go," she ordered as he dragged her to the door. "You're psychotic," she yelled as she pulled away from him. "You're psychotic if you think I'm leaving with you."
"You're psychotic if you think I'm going to sit at home while you do god knows what with that Howard dick," he yelled at her.
"Leave me alone Damon," Bonnie ordered.
"Why are you doing this? I'm not with Rebekah anymore?" he demanded.
"You were going to marry her. After everything she did to you, you went to her and asked her to marry you," she cried. "You could forgive her that easily, but you couldn't forgive me for one mistake."
"I knew she didn't want to be with me. I knew we weren't getting back together, and after what I did to you...I just want to know I gave it my all. I want you," Damon cradled Bonnie in his arms. He was sorry for what he did, and he didn't have any other explanation for his actions. "I love you Bonnie. I love you so much it drives me crazy knowing that I don't deserve you."
Bonnie kissed his cheek. "Don't ever feel like that. You are amazing. You're caring and thoughtful, and patient when you want to be. I love you Damon and I'm sorry for hurting you," she said kissing him.
"I forgive you, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for hurting you, and ignoring you." Damon lifted her up and carried her to the bed. He was going to make love to her and there was nothing that could stop him. "I have to call Marcel," Bonnie said as he kissed down her neck.
He really didn't care about Marcel so he kept kissing. He moved her dress up her body and removed her panties without a second thought. He'd been jonesing for his next hit for far too long. He hovered over her pussycat taking in her scent. Oh how I've missed you old friend, Damon thought as he eat her up. His tongue flicked at her clit causing her to spread her legs wide giving him better access. He worked his fingers inside her as he eat her out. She was in a suspended bliss as Damon rocked her world.
"Caroline sounds pissed," Bonnie said as she listened to the angry voicemails Caroline left her. Damon granted Bonnie one phone call and she called Marcel and broke things off. After hearing that conversation Damon was reenergized and had Bonnie on her back all night. He brought Bonnie a plate of food.
"She'll be happy we're together," Damon said as he kissed her. "We are together right?" he asked her.
Bonnie sat the plate on the nightstand and crawled on Damon's lap. "I couldn't imagine being with anyone else," she said as her lips descended down on his.
Okay so this is possibly the end of my weekend updating campaign so everyone can catch up, but shit is about to hit the fan and I just really can't wait for you guys to see what's in store so here a little teaser. I know I'm evil.
Damon carried Bonnie bridal style into the house. They just had a fun filled weekend of sexing each other up. Bonnie couldn't wait to tell Caroline, but her heart stopped when she saw their guest.
Giuseppe sat at the kitchen table with a cigar in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. "Father," Damon said not knowing what else to say. He gently put Bonnie down and they both made their way into the kitchen. "I can explain."
"No need to. You and Bonnie are a couple now. I have eyes," Giuseppe said never talking his eyes off Bonnie. "Have a seat," he ordered them.
Damon pulled out Bonnie's seat and then he sat down. He knew there was a chance his dad would raise hell about he and Bonnie, but he assumed there would be sometime before his father found out.
"Dad it was all me. I went after Bonnie and I-I love her," Damon confused.
"That's good to know. Do you love him Bonnie?" Giuseppe asked the quiet girl.
"Yes sir, I do. I love him," she smiled over at him.
The look they shared told him all he needed to know. They were in love and there was hope things wouldn't turn sour this time. "Well than it's settled, you two are getting married," Giuseppe said shocking the couple before him.
Damon knew Bonnie was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of life with, but to get married so soon was crazy, even for him. Then there was Stefan who wanted nothing more than for their father to be this approving of Katherine. "I can't do that to Stefan. He wants to marry Katherine more than he wants anything else in this world."
"Bonnie isn't Katherine. And your choices are be together or be apart."
"You can't do thi"- Damon stood and yelled, but Bonnie stopped him.
"Stefan will understand. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Damon," she smiled up at him. "Your dad's right, we should do this."
To say Damon was shocked by Bonnie's words was an understatement. He could barely stand. On one hand, he was happy, but still he couldn't help but think about Stefan. "If you really want to I'll do it for you."
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