50/50 about the season finale. Great Bamon moments but a terrible send off to a main character. I've been gone for a while for the same reason other writers disappear, I got a new job lol. hope you like
50th Bite
Bonnie rolled over in bed and suddenly she was face to face with Damon.
"Why are you always in my bed?" she muttered as she slowly reigned in the strength not to fall right back to sleep even with knowing Damon was right beside her. "There's a million rooms in this place."
"I take the time and energy to take you to bed every time you're too tipsy to do it yourself and this is how you thank me?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes though she was smiling a little too. "Thank you," she said.
Damon shook his head. "Well, I don't know if I forgive you. You hurt me, Bonnie."
Bonnie laughed and then she sat up and stretched out her arms. "Oh Damon, you're going to have to do a little more than put me to bed for a better thank you."
"Oh yeah? Next time I'll just let you sleep on a hard table instead of in a bed with someone as charming as myself."
"You can always go back to your room. What would Elena think if she found out you've been whoring yourself out to any bed you lay your eyes on?"
Damon laughed, hard. Bonnie noticed it was a new sound to her. A real, straight from the gut laugh. She smiled. She'd spent so much time seeing Damon only consumed by Katherine, then Elena, and generally being a dick that she didn't know who Damon was outside of his messy obsessions. Damon Salvatore is a deep grumbling sigh, a cackling laugh, a competitive asshole, and a sneaky charmer. Day in and day out, she got to know Damon for everything he was and everything he wasn't.
"We'll just have to keep that a secret between us now won't we?" Damon closed his eyes and snuggled into the bed.
"My silence isn't cheap, Damon."
Damon's ears perked up at the statement. "I'm a rich, immortal man, Bon-Bon, there's literally no price I cannot pay."
Bonnie thought for a moment and then grinned sinisterly. "I guess I'll have to hurt you by not hurting you."
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Damon asked but Bonnie was already jumping out of bed and heading out the door.
Damon heard Bonnie shuffling through the fridge and then the freezer. He heard her pause and then suddenly heard nothing. She must have turned the faucet on. Excited somehow, Damon got up from the bed and leisurely made his way down to the kitchen. By the time he got to Bonnie, the table was already set, albeit, not neatly.
"Who knew that you had such a sweet tooth?" Damon asked as he took a step closer the witch. "Ice cream for breakfast? What a rebel."
Bonnie grinned. "This ice cream isn't for me," she handed Damon a large spoon. "It's for you."
"Damon Salvatore does not eat ice cream. He eats little witches." He wags his brows at her and she scoffed in return.
"Come on. This is payment for my silence." Bonnie patiently held up the spoon to Damon. He would take it, she knew.
Damon considered her offer. "If I do this you won't complain about us sleeping together?"
"I'll even give you a better thank you next time." Oh? Bonnie Bennett just leveled up on her quips.
Damon snatched the spoon from Bonnie's hand. "A deal's a deal." He sat down at the table, a big bowl of vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, whip cream and a cherry on top. "For future reference, I prefer chocolate."
"Um hm, go on, eat it."
"It's not poisoned is it?"
"Well if I wanted to poison you, don't you think I would have done it already?" Her smile was sweet and Damon found himself 100 percent ready to face whatever else this sugar baby had up her sleeve.
Damon used the comically large spoon to scoop up some ice cream and out it in his mouth. In the same moment, Bonnie pulled out a Polaroid camera and took a picture of Damon.
"What was that?"
"This," Bonnie said as she took the developed photo from the camera's slot, "is you're payment." She held up the photo of him. "Big, bad Damon Salvatore, enjoying a wonderfully childish dessert? Say it ain't so."
"I'm a super human, undead creature, Bonnie. What's stopping me from taking that photo in the blink of an eye and destroying the evidence of this misadventure?"
"Like I said, this is my payment. If you don't like it, here, rip it up," she flipped the photo through her fingers. "But don't be surprised to find my bed a little uncomfortable once I hang some sweet smelling vervain from my bedpost."
Damon took another bite of his ice cream and then said "you wouldn't dare."
"Try me." Bonnie matched Damon's fierce expression.
"Fine!" Damon finally caved in. "But if that photo sees the light of day I'm taking you down.
Bonnie smiled at the photo. It was a definite highlight to being trapped in 1994. She didn't bother responding to Damon as she tucked it away in her pocket. She'll have to hide it somewhere.
Bonnie got up, still smiling, and started to walk away.
"And where are you going?"
"I'm going upstairs to shower and wait for breakfast to be served. That happens to be you're only contribution here isn't it?"
"Says the witch without powers. How's that fire starting going?"
"It's gonna happen Damon. I can feel it."
"Come here," Damon nodded his head toward her. "Come sit."
Bonnie sat down next to Damon without a fight. "What?"
"How about we skip pancakes and go straight to dessert?"
"Pervert," Bonnie quipped immediately.
"Maybe... Yes. But I'm talking about the ice cream." Damon flashed to the drawer full of eating utensils and got a spoon. "Here."
Bonnie tried and failed at frowning at him. This wasn't so bad either. Ice cream for breakfast with her least favorite vampire.
Together, they ate from the same bowl of rich vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and whipped cream. They insulted each other's morning breath, fought with their spoons over who got to eat the cherry, and argued over who would have to wash the bowl after. It was a surprisingly perfect morning.
Once the ice cream was finished Damon asked Bonnie where she found the camera.
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Salvatore. I still have a life outside of this boarding house."
Damon considered her words for a moment. What else could Bonnie be getting into when he supposedly wasn't looking? And how was it possible when he was always looking? Without pause or distraction, his eyes were on her.
"Is that so?" Damon questioned to which he received a confident nod. "Then I guess I should be grateful for the time you waste on little old me."
"Very old. And some gratitude would be lovely," Bonnie played along.
Damon quickly moved into Bonnie's personal space and planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Bonnie groaned but, to Damon's surprise, she hadn't resisted the sudden show of affection. He immediately understood what it meant. Bonnie was going soft on him. She might actually like him a little. Some stony part of Damon's heart had suddenly flooded with emotion. It wasn't just him and he finally understood that.
"I'll wash the bowl," Damon said and went to do just that.
Later that day, Bonnie sat in the living room of the boarding house staring at a candle.
She was a witch. She knew it to be her only truth. Her Grams has never let her down before. There was no way she didn't have the power to get herself out of this mess. It must have been a simple matter of discipline. Hard work never got someone nowhere. She had to want this harder than she ever has before.
"Do you think it's possible for a vampire to be bored to death?"
"I think it's more possible for a vampire to annoy me to death."
Damon said nothing for a while. Sitting on the couch watching Bonnie on the carpet staring intently at a new unlit candle, Damon could feel her trying her hardest. Most days Damon wished she'd just give up. It was just easier to. But more than anything, watching her be so wretched made him feel even more guilty. She made his hell bearable and he didn't deserve it. She put their escape from this prison on her shoulders and there was nothing he could do to ease that burden. Nothing but distract her from it.
"BonBon," he started in a smooth voice. When she didn't respond, Damon continued to whine. "Bonnie," he sung. "I'm hungry. Let me feed."
Without turning around Bonnie said no. "If you think by now I can't tell the difference between actual hunger and you faking it for whatever reason then you are mistaken."
Damon smiled behind her. Bonnie's gone soft but she wouldn't be a fool for him.
Well, that's just fine by him.
Damon slid to the floor and swiftly moved to pounce on the small witch.
"Damon!" she squeaked. "Get off of me you ogre!"
"Oh come on. I'm better looking than that."
Damon didn't use his vampire strength to at least give Bonnie a fighting chance. They wrestled. Using all sorts of illegal moves against each other. Bonnie pulled on his hair and Damon pinched her all over. They came at each other and got tangled up. She bite on his shoulder and he only laughed it off before throwing her over that same shoulder and spinning her around.
And finally, Bonnie caved in. Side by side, they lied on the carpeted floor, catching their breath.
"You're the worst," Bonnie muttered.
Damon grinned and rolled over until he was on top of her. "Don't be a sore loser."
Damon lapped at the skin of her neck. He didn't mind the taste of salt on his tongue. In fact, he became even more aware of Bonnie than he already was. Instead of drinking blood from her neck his mouth watered for of the salt of her heated skin. His mouth lingered and sucked at her neck. Bonnie's breath hitched audibly and Damon's senses returned to him. What the hell was he doing?
He paused. Bonnie said nothing but Damon could hear her heart racing. He wanted to pull back and see what her face looked like but spared them both the embarrassment. While Damon knew himself to be unashamed, there was something alarming about what he'd just done and in knowing that he was on the edge of wanting a hell of a lot more.
"Damon..." Bonnie was still breathless.
"I'm not done," Damon whispered before finally biting into her neck. He only drew in a small amount of blood, less than an ounce.
Damon propped himself up on his arms, hovering over Bonnie.
"Are you done?" She asked and could hardly keep eye contact.
"Yeah, I'm done." He answered but hadn't moved.
"We've been here too long," Bonnie sighed.
"Is that what it is?"
"Get off of me," her voice was low but definite.
Damon did as he was told without a fight and Bonnie was relieved. She was fine with knowing Damon, she was fine with Damon knowing her, but whatever was stirring inside him—the both of them—could only bring in disaster.
Damon put out his hand and she grabbed it to help herself up from the floor. Why are they always wrestling around anyway?
"I'm going to bed early," she said.
"Right," Damon was sure he was going to let her go.
He was going to let her draw the line and he was going to behave. It was what he decided on because Bonnie was thinking ahead and there was no explaining this if they ever got out. But in the middle of the night, he remembered a deal they made that morning and didn't bother to hesitate when he crawled into Bonnie's bed.
"Damon?" Bonnie whispered into the dark room when she felt the weight of another person climb into her bed. "What are you…?"
"Shh," Damon reached out to touch her face. "I'll play nice, ok?"
"Damon," she said and Damon could hear the irritation in her voice.
"A deals' a deal right?" he asked.
There was a long strength of silence. What were his chances? Damon didn't know. But then she said "stay on your side of the bed." Damon grinned.
"Fine, but don't come over here trying to cuddle after a scary dream."
Bonnie sucked her teeth. "You wish."
"Goodnight, Bon."
"Goodnight, spawn of Satan."
They laughed together underneath the covers.
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