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Chapter- Drive you crazy
"I found it, on the floor just now; she must've dropped it, when she was here"
"I can give it to her if –"Elena reach for the earring.
"No!, I'll give it to her, It'll give us a chance to talk, so... that we can get back to the way it was before" Stefan stops quickly ushering the earring into his pocket.
Damon gives Stefan the once over suspiciously. "Before, she went on her witch hating vampire spree..." Damon said in his most humorless manner.
"I don't know-"a slight frown shows on the brunette's brow. "Oh!,come now Elena, have a little faith, am sure Stefan and I can easily handle the little witch…Isn't that right Stefan?"
Elena rolls her eyes at Damon statement. "I'm sure everything will be fine, alright I'll see you later" Elena kisses Stefan before turning to leave the pallor, followed closely by Damon.
"Hey Elena!, I'll walk you out" Damon raises a brow to Stefan, who merely glares at Damon irritated.
He thinks that maybe he should follow them, but what's in his pocket breaks his will to move and go after them both. taking a sit on the couch Stefan pulls out the earring once more, his mind is flooded and filled with these insatiable feelings streaming his insides alive shutting his eyes, Stefan's mind is blown by what he sees.
Stefan POV
Stefan wants her more than he thought he ever could want anyone, her skin is soft and hot he knows this shouldn't feel so damn good; but he can't bring himself to stop touching her. Stefan held her from behind one hand to her throat and the other on her stomach he leans her over the dresser ripping and pulling at the tightly fitted black button up keeping him from her fully, he opens it slowly removing it from her petite figure armored.
He placed his hands at her cinnamon back she felt like silk as he roamed his shy hands down her milky shoulder blades, placing deep steel kisses on each before anxiously opening his mouth, His tongue is like liquid ice making its way down from the nape of Bonnie's neck to the small of her back, she felt as if she could melt in his mouth this soft porcelain angel; she tasted like vanilla and hot candy he couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful witch falling to his knees, Stefan quickly turns the girl attaching his lips to her thighs and reaching and clawing at her belt eager and vibrant for what's moist and awaiting in between her legs… shutting the vivid images off Stefan, can't brings himself out this exceptional daze.
These images buckle his knees a little even though he's sitting and the rock hardness of his dick threatens to rip a hole in his jeans. Stefan quickly covers himself with a couch pillow hearing the older Salvatore, approaching.
Stefan clears his throat looking very sheepish "what?" Damon taps his finger on his lips looking at how tight Stefan is holding the pillow. "Awk-ward" Damon walks out smirking.
Stefan lets out a sigh of relief, checking the stiffness in his pants. "I'll give it, a few more minutes" he glanced at the earring once more, Stefan knew all the reasons why he shouldn't be turned on but there was absolutely no telling that to his male anatomy.
The day wields on, Bonnie hides in the shadows by the ladies room of the mystic grill watching Damon "motherfucking" Salvatore; of all people he's spooning with some drunk and obvious victim, yet she doesn't move she just watches, he's this weird combination of Charismatic and Dangerous he's on whole another level of sexy, he had very chiseled cheek bones, those pouty bee-stung lips, haunting blue eyes that perfectly contrasted with his jet black hair, and his oh so favorite color black. noticing these things about Damon freaks and weird's her out, she can't like Damon at least that's what she tells herself.
Damon senses the witch is nearby, so he plays up his bad boy persona and flirts outrageously with the drunken girl; who he had planned on using as a chew toy, instead she serves as his purpose to trigger more of those combustible feelings he felt charging off the little witch.
Why he's playing mind games with her is beyond him because she isn't who or what he wants that's Elena; but he can't fight the tireless beast fighting to taste those supple lips again, the primal animal that wants to remember every single detail of her body, the way her hot flesh felt against his chilled exterior; it wasn't meant to be possible ever but she lights a fire in every aperture of his body he came alive ,he felt alive, even if he didn't remember everything but figured it was amazing none the less, and that kiss he laid on her was just for show yeah just for show.
"Bonnie, what are you doing?" She jumps slightly not turning to face Stefan, who's standing only mere inches behind her breathing that crisp breath on her neck that reminds her of Damon.
"Nothing, just standing here" Bonnie shakes her head nervously. Stefan scrunches his face leaning over her shoulder to take a pick, while sneaking a heavy dose of that indulging scent that was her.
"You're keeping, an eye on Damon?"
"No!, not really"
"Then, what is it?" Stefan asks eagerly with a tease.
"Damon told me, that he remembered something… from that night" Bonnie narrows her eyes shyly away from him.
Stefan bores those soulful green gems, into hers. "So… Did I" Stefan swallows hard.
"Oh!" Bonnie sounds surprised but she really isn't ,she was expecting him to remember something sooner or later.
"And, I believe this belongs to you" Stefan smiles that concrete shy lonely smile placing the earring in her hands.
Damon turns seeing the young witch and his ever so dull little brother enjoying what seems to be a moment and it sicken him. only it shouldn't because Stefan loves Elena and Damon loves Elena, so why does it bother and arises anger at seeing these two people together; he shouldn't care because this situation pretty much guarantees him Elena, if she ever finds out, but he can't shake the feeling of not wanting Stefan and Bonnie, cozy even if it puts Elena on his arm.
Bonnie glares at those hunting dark pricing blues, that are sending out the ultimate death stares of arrogance and ownership watching her, and Bonnie doesn't like it at all he doesn't get to have that kind of power over her. who in hell does this prick think he is, Damon wants and likes to play games well than so will she.
"this means nothing!, but go along with it, please and I'm sorry" Bonnie places her hands on the back of Stefan's neck kissing him softly with a provisional roughness, but it starts to feel familiar and right.
Stefan can't recall the exact moment he closed his eyes and let himself be taken by her hungry defiant mouth, placing his hands to the small of her back to let his mouth fish with hers almost dominating the kiss.
Stefan and Bonnie broke this kiss tentatively looking with such an epiphany on their features, neither of them expected this it's unfamiliar and most definitely something they shouldn't feel for the other.
Damon knows this kiss is for show but he can't shake this urge of ripping Stefan apart and stacking claim to the witch whose awful deliberate acts of showing her disinterest for him by using his poor gullible brother at least that what he hopes for both their sakes.
"umm, come by my place tonight . . ." Bonnie gestures to leave putting her shallow green marbles at the empty bar stool and on the broken glass left isolated.
Bonnie leaves, as if ever her ass was on fire and only two thoughts leave with her one. is that someone left angry and two. What the hell just happened with Stefan.
Bonnie opens the door briskly to a pouting and devious Damon, he had so many emotions popping off his features she couldn't figure out how to handle him at this moment.
"Good! you're here, saves me the trouble of calling you . . . come in"
Damon features are perplexed and befuddled at her sudden invitation that his mind goes blank and he completely forgets, what brought him to her doorstep.
"Did my ears just deceive me, or did you invite me in?" Damon smiles almost honored and horrified.
"Yes, I know shocking right" Bonnie steps aside to let Damon enter.
Damon leans against the threshold. "I'm almost afraid if,I enter, I'll never be seen again" He joked.
"I think, I should be the one worried, I just gave free reign of my house to a sociopath."
"Ouch, you really know how to kick a guy right in the nuts, don't you!" Damon fringes hurt.
"Well, you methodically think of evil things to do everyday, right or wrong?" She stated it with a know-it-all expression blinking humorous.
Damon shrugs nonchalant because she wasn't wrong; he always had some nefarious plans brewing, but what surprises him is how much she understands him without even realizing it; stepping into her house he eyes the beautiful decorum it was very homey, her house had a melody of ease rushing through it that excited Damon.
Damon eye sexes her smirking, she's wearing a black summer dress hanging snug and tight off her smooth shoulders revealing just enough thigh that makes the palms sweaty and the hands curious to explore every single inch of her perfect body.
"You look pretty!" this comes out blunt and cheery. as if he seriously means it and that's because he does but he's not suppose he knows this.
"Thanks!" Bonnie is surprised and touched.
"I guess. you're happy I came over so that we can finish-"Damon tilts his head seeing Stefan.
"What is, heee doing here?"The disappointment in seeing Stefan, is evident by his tone.
Stefan stands putting his hands in his pockets. "Bonnie, asked me to come over"
Damon curls his lips nodding. "And here, I was thinking that you wanted to spend some alone time with me".
Bonnie laughs smirking "In your dreams" although she'd never admit it she liked that Damon was disappointed but she won't fool herself into thinking that it was real.
"Okay, so wanted you both here so that we can get everything out in the open, about what happened"
"I distinctly, remember you saying,that you could care less about what happened?"
"I've changed my mind… since; apparently we've all remembered something"
Bonnie gazes both brothers shyly and slyly, because her memory is only of Stefan but there's nothing of Damon, even though she can feels him the most.
Damon gets a stoic far off stare in those beautiful blues, he hates that Stefan remembers anything at all… and what he doesn't like more than that, is that he has no idea who had captured the little witches memory was it him or his far less superior brother.
"I figured, I'd cast a spell, to help us remember"
Damon rolls his eyes. "Now, I've changed my mind! about knowing the whole truth and nothing but… how about you Stef, you're awfully quiet over there, your lips are as tight as your forehead."
Stefan as a look of resign but he wants to know. he hasn't been able to get those images of what he and the sweet witch were doing. "I want, to know" Stefan has been standing there like a wall flower, but his un-beating heart was fluttered with soft echoes and moans of Bonnie.
Damon ignores Stefan in a very childish demeanor; Bonnie exhales exhausted looking at the disagreeing brothers, as they stood there dorsal to each other taking Damon by the hand pulling him to the bathroom adjacent the foyer.
"What is your problem?"
Damon puts his hand at his chest. "My problem, I haven't a problem in the world" he shrugs nonchalant checking himself out in the mirror.
Stefan leaned against the door listing; although he didn't need to. He singled in on the single heart beat in the room.
"Why are you, against this all of sudden, jealous that maybe Stefan was better than you?"
"Please …Stefan's no stiff competion, but he is stiff in a really boring, I have no life outside of my forehead being tortured kind of way" Damon replies in his most sarcastic filled response while rambling through her cabinets.
"You're such arrogant jackass!" Bonnie scolded him with her eyes.
"And, your an uptight goody-goody…it must be exhausting to be you"
"And it must be sad being you, every women you ever love either doesn't give two shits about you or they love your brother, more than they ever could you" the spite behind her words shows she intended to hurt him.
Damon can't control his murderous snap to pulse; gripping the witch by her jaws pushing her against the wall breathing angered and ardent. "And who loves you, because from the looks of it ,you have nobody and you call me sad" Damon speaks to her in a whisper; still holding on to her beautiful features with one hand and the other soothing her shoulder gently.
Bonnie is almost a flaming red huffing at the elder Salvatore taken in by this vampire.
"Do you have any idea, what I . . . want to do, to you right now?" his voice turns husky and primal.
"I can imagine" Bonnie only stared refusing to break this hold he had on her right now.
"You're gonna break me" something told him that she would make him work for whatever he wanted from her,and she wouldn't be conquered easily.
"I will do more than that, I'll drive you crazy" Her voice was low like a sweet whisper that was begging for him to hurt her in all the right ways.
"And, I'll love every minute of it" Damon says it was such leisure.
Stefan backs away from the door hearing the clashing of tongues…