A/N: Here we go. Things get saucy towards the end...
Track #4 - I'm Yours
...
Some nerve you have
To break up my lonely
And tell me you want me…
"Dammit, Bonnie you need to make up with Caroline. I can't keep doing this shit."
"Did you get everything?" Bonnie dug through the grocery bags Damon had dumped in her lap.
"Yes, you now have enough ice cream and candy to send a normal person into a diabetic coma," Damon dropped into the couch next to her, jostling the textbook she had balanced on her lap. "I'm serious, Bonnie, if you don't call her today, then I will. This has to end."
"I don't know why you're being so dramatic, it was just a snack run," Bonnie pulled out a pint of strawberry cheesecake Ben & Jerry's ice cream and a pint of Cookies & Cream.
"I am not now, nor have I ever been an errand boy, Bonnie Bennett. This ends tonight," the threat in his voice was evident, Bonnie just wasn't sure what he threatening.
"Or what?" Bonnie grabbed a spoon and opened the strawberry ice cream. "You'll leave and never come back?"
"For starters," he replied. He watched her open the other carton of ice cream and take a spoonful out of it too before passing it to over to him. It was a very weird ritual he'd been forced to participate in twice before now and he still didn't quite understand the rules; something about spoon and spit etiquette…
"Damon you are free to leave at any time. I'll be just fine sitting here. All alone. It's not like a girl actually needs friends to share her ice cream with. I'll just eat it all by myself and like you said go into sugar coma from which I never wake up and then you'll be out a witch and won't have anyone to come to looking for you the next time you get kidnapped and tortured." She even ended her speech with puppy dog eyes and a pathetic sniffle.
"You're unbelievable, you know that. Guilt tripping me into doing your bidding? That's mighty low, even for you." Damon shook his head like he was somehow disappointed in her.
"Yeah well, apparently that's another bad decision to add to my long list of sins." Bonnie mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream.
"I'm sure that if you call her and talk to her you guys can work things out," Damon pleaded.
"Of course we would, but then she would think she won. She'd think she was right and I was in the wrong and I'm wasn't. I'm not."
"Please?" He begged. He even used her move and pulled out the puppy dog eyes, but apparently they didn't work in reverse.
"Is being my only remaining friend really that hard?" she asked. Her eyes were squinted and her head cocked to the side like she was warning him to tread lightly.
Damon knew that was a setup for more guilt tripping. He had learned by now to keep the complaining to minimum if he didn't want to hear how it was his fault her friends all hated her now.
Well, not all her friends.
Elena had sought Bonnie out the day after Damon's Not So Fun Night With Rebecca and the Subsequent Blowout. She had apologized for what happened between them and how she hadn't been there when Bonnie needed her.
Bonnie was almost ready to accept her apology and move on, but then of course Elena asked Bonnie if she had feelings for Damon.
The witch wanted so badly to say 'Yeah, I do. Does that bother you?' just to see what her friends reaction would be.
But instead she told her the truth, that no, her and Damon were just friends. Apparently, Elena wasn't buying it.
"It's just, you were so upset when you brought him in. You seem to really care about him…" Elena pried.
"Because we are friends…"
"I guess I don't understand when you two even became close. I thought you hated Damon."
"I don't know Elena," Bonnie sighed. She was so tired of defending herself to Elena. "Didn't you hate him when he snapped Jeremy's neck? And didn't you forgive him? Why is it so weird that I would do the same?"
Elena didn't know what to say to that, but Bonnie knew why it seemed so out of left field to her: Elena had forgiven Damon because she was in love with him.
"Look, I know that your feelings for Damon have changed and blurred and that things are complicated for you, but that is not the case between us. He's still an asshole, I still give him shit for being so screwed up and going after his brother's girl… but we have an understanding. He watches my back and I watch his. Plus he makes me laugh. And I've needed that lately."
"But you don't have feelings for him?" Elena asked again.
"Elena, do you hear yourself right now? You are with Stefan. Aren't you? Do you get how unfair you're being?" Bonnie couldn't believe she had to say this.
"I love Stefan, of course," she vowed.
"Then you need to stop worrying about who Damon is friends with. Or woman up and let Stefan know how you feel. Because you're only going to ruin them both if you keep this up."
Elena apologized again and left. Since then she had been polite and cordial towards Bonnie and avoiding Damon, but at least they were speaking. The same couldn't be said about Caroline.
They were in the radio silence stage of their fallout. Bonnie figured they both just needed time and space to cool off, but Damon wasn't taking it so well.
"You need your friends, Bonnie."
"It's only been two weeks, Damon. Do you know that I didn't speak to Caroline for almost three months when she went out with Ryan McNab when she knew I liked him! Two weeks is nothing. It's practically a vacation." She stabbed her spoon into his ice cream.
"How is this a vacation when you're miserable everyday? And you're making me miserable! I just want to go back to when everyone happily hated me and only me, can we do that, please?" Damon opened a sleeve of oreo cookies and crumbled one into the strawberry ice cream.
Bonnie rolled her eyes; boys just didn't get it. It was the principle of the matter not the actual fighting. If Bonnie gave in now Caroline would think Bonnie missed her. And she did, but Caroline should miss her more.
"Damon, if I called her right now, she wouldn't even pick up," Bonnie tried to get him to understand.
"You don't know that, she probably misses you too."
"Even if she missed me more than I miss her, she wouldn't answer the call."
"Why not?"
"Because, then I'd have all the power."
"The power? Are you seriously telling me this is about a power struggle between you two?"
"Of course not!" Bonnie exclaimed, she didn't want him to think they were that petty… "But… essentially, yes."
"Call her," he demanded.
"She won't answer."
"Call her anyway."
Bonnie gave him an exasperated look and said, "Fine. I'll humor you." She plucked her phone from between the couch cushions and hit Caroline's number. "It's ringing," She informed him. "Still ringing. She's not gonna send it straight to voicemail, because that would be rude, but she'll pretend she was super busy with other things and didn't see that I called."
"How do you know she won't-" Damon was interrupted when Bonnie switched to speakerphone just in time for Caroline's outgoing message to kick in.
"Told you," Bonnie ended the call.
"But you could've left a message to call you back," Damon pressed, confused at everything happening right now. He was so far out of his depths with teenage girls.
"No need. Now that you've forced me to set things in motion ahead of schedule-" she glared at him before typing a message into her phone, "- I'll text her and tell her I want to meet up with her at the Grill tonight..."
"Great. Get dressed, I'll drive!" Damon bounced to his feet, ready to go.
"Don't bother," Bonnie went back to eating her ice cream. "She's gonna decline the invitation, and say she's busy right now but maybe tomorrow if she has time."
"How do you know what she's gonna say?" Damon asked.
"This is not my first rodeo. Caroline's been studying Sun Tzu's Art of War since before we started seventh grade. Now sit down, eat your ice cream, and watch it all unfold," Bonnie instructed.
"Fine, but I'm picking tonights movie. And it's gonna be bloody," he sighed. At least he had gotten things moving in the right direction. It was a start.
"I would expect nothing less from you, Damon," she faked a smile at him, and tucked herself into his side, getting comfortable.
…
How dare you march into my heart?
Oh, how rude of you
To ruin my miserable
And tell me I'm beautiful….
Two days later, Bonnie was more or less back to normal with her friends. They were all sitting around enjoying a late lunch at the Grille, catching each other up on what they'd missed in their lives. Bonnie had to admit that it was good to be with her friends again, but she was oddly distracted.
"Bon, you've checked your phone like ten times already, what's up with you? You got a hot date?" Care teased lightly, trying not to sound like she was prying.
"No, I'm just expecting a call, that's all," Bonnie brushed it off.
"Oh, a call from who?" Elena asked.
"Nobody, it's nothing," Bonnie quickly changed the subject. "How's Jeremy been? He's still avoiding me."
"As you could expect he's been mopey and sad. He misses you Bonnie," Elena pouted.
"You never really said why you broke up with him," said Caroline. "What happened?"
Crap, Bonnie thought, so much for avoiding sensitive subjects. "Things just didn't feel the same with us anymore. I couldn't keep pretending that I still felt the same about him." She hoped that was a good enough answer, she didn't want to get into details.
"Anyway, how about you and Tyler? How's he doing?" Bonnie asked Caroline.
"I wouldn't know. I haven't heard from him in months, not since Klaus ran him out of town…" Caroline launched into a monologue about how Klaus was ruining her life and she didn't know what would happen with her and Tyler in the future. Bonnie nodded and agreed at all the right places but she was barely listening.
Damon had walked in. Somehow Bonnie knew he was there without needing to look up and confirm it; she could feel his presence these days.
She also felt Elena straighten up and drag her fingers through her hair and wipe the grease from around her mouth; preening before Damon approached the table.
"Well, well, you ladies seem to be enjoying yourselves this fine afternoon. Everyone's looking so friendly again."
"Oh can it Damon," Caroline and Bonnie told him at the same time. They glanced at each other and smiled.
"What do you want? Or did you stop by with the sole purpose of annoying us?" Caroline asked while picking at her salad.
"Ouch, Care Bear," Damon slid into the booth next to her and rested his arm on the seat back behind her. "You wound me. Maybe I came by to bask in the beauty around this table," he nodded his head at Elena and winked at Bonnie.
She chuckled. She couldn't help it, she found him amusing, especially when Caroline looked like she wanted to stab him in the throat with her salad fork. "Dial it back there, Casanova before Care Bear decides to polish her fork with your eyeballs."
"Okay, fine. I may have found a lead on the Klaus Kick Rocks plan," he sat back and wiggled his eyebrows at Bonnie.
"What's the lead?" Elena asked.
"Well, my dearest Elena, I am so glad you asked," he smirked. "There's this ancient vampire here from out of town. Word is he's known Klaus practically since the stone age."
"And you think he'll have info on how to defeat Klaus?"
"Very good, Elena, ten points for you," he nudged her knee with his under the table as he teased her.
Bonnie rolled her eyes when her friend's face flushed red. "What makes you think he would share that info with you? If he's known Klaus that long and lived to tell the story, chances are he's loyal to Klaus. Loyal enough to kill anyone that comes to him looking for trouble."
"Well, Smarty Pants, if you have a better plan I'm all ears," Damon gave Bonnie the floor. She narrowed her eyes at the name he called her but otherwise ignored it.
"I just think you need to find out more about him, before you go in asking for favors. Find out the nature of his relationship with Klaus, whether or not they ended things on good terms... If they ended things at all. It's not like Klaus has friends, he has minions that are compelled to serve him. He could be a spy designed to lure Klaus' enemies in to eliminate any threats before they get to him."
Damon was pleased at how Bonnie had dissected the situation so easily, it should make the next part even easier. "Wow. Well, since you seem to have it all figured out, you won't mind riding shotgun. Come on Witchy , if we leave now we can be in DC tonight."
"D.C.?" Care repeated. "You want to take Bonnie to D.C, tonight? No way!"
Bonnie however was already pulling out her wallet to pay for her meal. "What do you mean no way? Care, if this gets us one step closer to being rid of Klaus, I'll do whatever it takes."
Care just looked at her friend with her jaw dropped. She shook her head and pressed her lips into a thin line, but didn't say anything more.
Elena also didn't want to start a fight, especially since they were finally speaking again. " Are you sure this is a good idea, Damon. This vampire is ancient, what if you need backup. Why don't you take Stefan instead?"
"Because Stefan would make a terrible date. And you don't have to worry about me, sweetheart. She is the backup," Damon tipped his chin at Bonnie and let her lead the way from the restaurant.
…
Damon was positive that he had come up with worse plans in his long, long life. Plans that had ended with him or his brother bleeding out on the side of the road or someone's heart being ripped from their chest, so this plan wasn't bad in the usual way his were bad.
No, this wasn't a bad plan at all. He just hadn't considered all of the consequences of this plan.
When Bonnie stepped out of the hotel bathroom in a skin tight emerald green dress that hugged her curves down to her knees, Damon's eyes must have bugged out of his head.
"I look ridiculous, don't I? I can't pull off a dress like this…" Bonnie continued her self-conscious ranting and fussing over her dress, but Damon couldn't hear her while her hands were busy trying to tuck her breasts further into the dress to no avail. The dresses neckline dropped practically to her naval and barely covered her ample chest before tying behind her neck, leaving her shoulders, neck, and back bare.
"Damon? Damon! I said help me get out of this thing!" Bonnie was full on freaking out and ready to abort the whole plan.
Damon snapped out of it and swallowed the drool pooling in his mouth. His voice was slightly strangled when he finally responded, "Don't you dare take off that dress. Ever. You look phenomenal…"
"Really?" Bonnie must have heard something in his voice because she turned to face him, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You don't think it's too much?" Her hands fluttered, smoothing the satin fabric over her flat stomach.
Damon took her hands to stop her fidgeting and she suddenly went still. His eyes roamed over her face. Her eye makeup was smokey and flawless but not overdone, it complimented her eyes and the highlights in her hair. Everything about her was glowing. It made Damon want to lick her and see if she tasted as warm as she looked...
"You look beautiful. Just…. don't change a thing."
Bonnie's face flushed and she looked down at her toes in her six inch heels, hiding her face behind her hair. "I'm probably gonna… fall on my face or my boobs are gonna pop out or something…"
Damon grinned down at her and gently pushed her hair back behind her shoulder. He saw her tremble slightly at his touch. It crossed his mind what other reactions she may have to him but he quickly pushed that thought away.
"You're gonna be fine, I won't let you fall." He promised. "Are you uh ready to go?" He blinked a few times, he was having trouble talking and thinking at the same time.
"No, I just need a minute," she softly cleared her throat and left him standing there as she disappeared into the bathroom.
Damon sighed and immediately crossed to the mini bar for a drink.
He definitely didn't think this plan all the way through.
…
Twenty minutes later Damon led Bonnie into a dimly lit ballroom filled with wealthy looking people.
Bonnie thought for sure she would look overdressed for the evening but she couldn't have been more wrong.
She tightened her grip on his arm and whispered, "I can't believe I let you talk me into this dress. I look like a hooker compared to every other woman here." She could feel eyes on her, judging her.
"No, you don't. You look sexy as hell," Damon assured her. "Or you would if you would stop fidgeting."
"People are staring at me," Bonnie said, and sure enough men and women were checking her out.
"That's because everyone in this room wants to fuck you," he mumbled under his breath. His hand streaked out and snagged a champagne flute from a passing server, "Here, hold this."
Bonnie gladly accepted the glass and drank half of it in one gulp. "Thanks, I needed that."
"Just focus on the mission. We are here to impress Amos and feel him out, get a sense for where his loyalties lie." Damon led them around the room. He was enjoying the envious looks he and his date were receiving.
"Right." Bonnie took a deep breath.
Damon had surprised her tonight when he had unzipped a garment bag and told her to go change. It was so like him to withhold pertinent information right up to the last possible second. Like the fact that they were crashing a gala in honor of some foreign dignitary and that it happened to be a black tie affair.
And when she stepped out of that bathroom and saw him there in his Brioni tux, hair slicked back and actually styled for once, and smelling like a million bucks- yeah, she hadn't been ready for that at all.
The way his eyes had glued to the parts of her that she was most self conscious of (breasts, hips, thighs) turned her into a blithering idiot. Suddenly she was super nervous- and not about the two thousand year old vampire they were meeting. She felt like he was burning holes in her dress and she kept patting herself checking for fires, that's how hot his gaze was.
She'd nearly melted when he caressed her face and brushed her long hair over her shoulder.
Bonnie had to spend a few minutes locked in the bathroom getting a handle on her hormones. She kept telling herself it was just a natural response to his cologne- they laced that stuff with pheromones these days!- and it was only Damon, it's not like he was going to try anything with her. And then she had to convince herself she wasn't disappointed at that thought.
So, by the time they actually entered the ballroom, Bonnie was a mess of nerves. She needed to focus on anything besides the fact that her skin burned everytime Damon laid a hand on her lower back or her shoulder. She wanted to tell him to knock it off but didn't want to draw any attention to the fact it affected her.
She distracted herself by sensing for any other supernaturals in the room. Besides herself and Damon she felt at least four other sources of energy that were beyond human.
"We've got company," she murmured into her champagne glass.
"Who?" his eyes covertly scanned the room.
"Two by the far door," she tilted her head in their direction, "one by the bar, and the bitch in red coming up on your six," Bonnie sighed.
Damon shot her a quizzical look before he turned and came face to face with none other than Katherine Pierce. He barely refrained from reaching out and wrapping a hand around her throat. "Katherine, what brings you out of hiding tonight?"
"Oh, Damon I missed you. It's so hard to find someone who will believe literally anything," Katherine turned her self-righteous gaze upon Bonnie. "Wow, Bonnie. Who knew the little witch was hiding such a body under all those clothes. Careful, Damon, you wouldn't want your 'date' to attract the wrong kind of attention."
"Katherine, I swear to god-" Bonnie barely managed to get her threat out before she was interrupted.
"Ooh, speaking of dates, mines looking for me- Yoo-hoo, over here!" she called across the room.
Damon and Bonnie looked to see who she was calling and saw a tall dark haired vampire with hard features and military regalia pinned to his tux.
They shared a glance and then turned back to the smug looking brunette.
"Amos is your date?" Damon said through clenched teeth.
"You know what they say- Keep the friends of your enemies close," she gave them a winning smile and sashayed back into the arms of the oldest vampire in the room.
"She was your lead, wasn't she? She the one who told you he'd be here?" Bonnie was furious with him for not sharing that bit of information.
"Yeah, however she failed to mention she would be attending the event as well," Damon grimaced at Bonnie's nails digging into his arm. "Relax, Judgey. I've got a plan."
"That is the least relaxing thing I have ever heard." Bonnie drained the last of her champagne and said a silent prayer for strength.
"Have some faith little bird, I got this. Stay here." He slid his arm from Bonnie's death grip and circled around the room to come up on Katherine from behind.
Bonnie watched as Damon 'accidently' bumped into Katherine and proceeded to gain an introduction to Amos. They chatted for a few moments before he glanced around like he was trying to find someone and then settled his eyes on her and waved her forward.
When Bonnie joined them, Damon once again set his hand on her lower back.
Before he could introduce her, Katherine beat him to the punch, saying "This must be the lovely fiancée you were telling me about."
Damon didn't even skip a beat, "Yes, this is the love of my life, Bonnie. Bonnie, I want you meet the guest of honor, Amos Legarian, and this is Katherine." Damon's hand squeezed her hip slightly, warning her to play along.
"Pleased to meet you both," she said politely.
"The pleasure is all mine, chérie," Amos greeted her with a kiss to her knuckles. Bonnie shivered when he touched her, felt that flash of death she got whenever she met new vampires. "You are an exquisite creature, you will save me a dance won't you?"
"I'd be delighted," she beamed.
"Marvelous. Will you excuse us a moment?" Amos excused himself and Katherine as they continued to make the rounds, shaking hands with nearly everyone in the room.
"Not a bad first impression, fiancée." Damon grinned at Bonnie. "You handled that well."
"Not like I had much of a choice, did I?" Bonnie rolled her eyes.
"Still, you might have just gotten us a second meeting." Damon pulled her onto the dance floor and began to rock her side to side.
"How do you mean?" Bonnie was trying desperately not to focus on the gentle way he held her and moved her body. Or how strong his arm felt around her or the way his thighs were rubbing against hers.
Damon chuckled, "Well, he sure as shit wasn't impressed with me. He was all ready to dismiss me like some peon until you walked up." Damon's eyes roamed over her face. "I'm fairly certain he wants more than a dance…"
"Jesus, Damon," Bonnie sighed and tried to step back out of his grasp but he wouldn't let her move an inch, only hugged her closer.
"Don't worry, Little Witch," he whispered in her ear. "I'm your fiancé not your pimp, remember."
Bonnie just shook her head at him. This was getting ridiculous. She didn't know when she had become so hyper aware of Damon but every time he took a breath and exhaled it danced across her neck and raised the hairs on her shoulders.
"Are you cold?" he asked her.
"No, why?" Bonnie made the mistake of looking up into his bright blue eyes. The heat she saw there sent a quiver down her spine.
"You're shivering… and you've got goosebumps," Damon trailed his fingertips up her back and over her shoulder watching her skin react.
"I guess I am... a little cold," she flat out lied. Actually she was burning up. His hand moved back down to rest on her bare back and she took a sharp breath and sighed.
She was trying to remember the last time a guy made her feel this tightly wound by barely even touching her. She didn't think she ever felt anything like this.. Like she couldn't get close enough but also wanted to run away and hide.
Damon was doing all he could to keep his feet moving and keep them twirling to the music. Every breath Bonnie took raised her chest against his and every time she exhaled it blew across his ear.
He heard every gasp she made when he moved his hands on her. Her skin was even softer than he thought it would be, he almost couldn't tell the satin of her dress from the silky feel of her naked back.
Her ridiculously high heels put her at the perfect height to just barely see over his shoulder, the perfect height for him to slide his thigh between her knees. His eyes drifted shut at the exquisite heat he found there….
"Damon, what are you doing," Bonnie asked him and his eyes snapped open.
"Uh dancing," he deflected. If he was being honest with himself he didn't have a clue anymore.
"I think I need to get some drink- drink some air- water a drink. Gah- I need a minute," Bonnie ripped from his hands and pushed through the crowd to the nearest restroom.
Damon ran a hand down his face and was surprised to find his hand damp.
What is that- sweat? he thought to himself. I don't sweat.
What the hell was wrong with him? First she had his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth and now he was sweating? He was fucking losing it.
He quickly marched to the open bar and order a bourbon neat.
And if he wasn't mistaken Bonnie was in the same boat he was. He had never ever seen her so jumpy before, at least not around him. Well, not since before they had become friends.
Friends. Damon focused on that word. Repeated it in his mind like a mantra. Bonnie was a friend, not food and certainly not a fuck.
But the way she looked tonight…
Damon tried to convince himself that he was just appreciating a beautiful woman. Like one might admire a work of art. That's why he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was just admiring a collection of assets. And Bonnie happened to have excellent assets. Her eyes were the color of jade. Her lips were wide and full and a decadent shade of purple, and he wondered if it tasted of berries. Her breasts were on display tonight, the straps of her dress covering the bare minimum to be considered decent. She had an ass that wouldn't quit, her dress barely contained it, and he just knew it would feel like pressing his cock into a cloud... And her legs; those legs were begging to be wrapped around someones waist, his waist, as he pound into her to tight wet puss…
Wait, that's too far, Damon. Get back to the friendzone.
He drained his third glass and was almost starting to regain his senses. Three more should just about do the trick.
"Oh, Damon, what happened?" Katherine had sidled up beside him while he was busy cataloging Bonnie's assets. "Did my body double finally give you the boot, good and proper? Are you banging her friend to make her jealous?" Katherine gasped like she was scandalized.
"I know it's hard for you recognize since you've never done it before, but me and Bonnie are strictly friends," he informed the wicked she-vampire. (Bonnie is a friend, Bonnie is a friend, Bonnie is a friend…)
"Damon you don't have to lie to me, I fully support using sex to get what you want. And hey, it doesn't hurt that Bonnie's hot as fuck either. I for one would definitely screw her over the blonde friend any day-too mouthy, am I right?"
She was, but he was never gonna tell it.
"Katherine what are you doing here with Amos?" Damon asked, deciding to cut the bullshit. "Doesn't he know Klaus has been trying to hunt you down for the last four hundred years?"
"He does, but he's not holding that against me. He knows Klaus has a bit of a temper and is often irrational about who he puts a bounty on," Katherine shrugged delicately. "Lucky little me I guess, that he wants to take pity on me."
"How do you know he's not keeping you close so he can hand you over to Klaus?" Damon said.
Katherine just smirked and stole his drink and tipped it to her lips. "Let's just say I'm keeping him even closer so that he doesn't."
Damon shuddered and tried not to think about the implied sexual relationship.
"What are his ties to Klaus? Are they still chummy? Pen pals, what?"
"This whole gala is in his honor, not 200 miles from Klaus' last known base of operation, and yet Klaus didn't get an invite. What's that tell you?"
"That Amos may be in the market for a new best friend," Damon's smirk was rather smug.
"You're going to have to get in line. Looks like your gal pal is moving in on your target," Katherine subtly pointed out Bonnie across the room where she was standing way too close to Amos. His hand was on her waist and hers was on his upper arm as she leaned in to say something in his ear. Then he pulled back, laughing.
Damon's teeth clenched together. His eyes were burning and his hand closed in a fist, unfortunately his hand was also holding an empty glass which shattered immediately. "Shit!" He exclaimed.
"Jesus, Damon," Katherine laughed. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were jealous."
"Katherine, don't make me kill you in front of all these people." Damon quickly cleaned up the mess and thanked the bartender for the towel he handed him, and left Katherine alone.
When he looked back in Amos' direction, the ancient vampire already had Bonnie on the dance floor, spinning her around in a waltz. Damon tried to read her face for any signs of distress or fear, but she seemed fine. Even cheerful. Like she was happy to be dancing in the arms of another man, what the fuck?
Friends. That word again. Damon reminded himself that they weren't actually engaged to be married and he had no right to want to rip her away from him and it was probably just an act anyway, right. She was just completing the mission, and getting the information that they came for, she wasn't really enjoying the dance.
And what did it matter to him?
Damon shook his head. He realized his feet had carried him halfway across the room to where Bonnie and Amos were last standing. He halted his stride and took a breath. He'd been about to do something very stupid.
Damon changed course and headed straight back to the bar he came from.
Katherine handed him a drink.
"Shut up, Katherine," he growled.
She chuckled, "I said nothing."
Together they stood there and watched Bonnie work her magic until the song ended. Amos then led Bonnie over to Damon and very graciously placed her hand back in Damon's.
"You have found an exceptional woman here, Mr. Salvatore. I don't know how you can stand to be apart from her for even a moment."
"I manage," he answered, his eyes roving over Bonnie's face.
She glanced up at him and saw the stress on his features and her eyebrows puckered a bit, silently asking what his problem was. He blinked away his annoyance and plastered a smile on his face.
"Amos was just sharing a bit of his story with me. I'm willing to bet there's not enough time in the day for him to share them all," she beamed coyly at the older gentleman.
"And you would be right my dear. But when it comes to my old friend Niklaus there is only one thing you need to know. His family may be his only weakness, but even they could never stop him once he sets his sights on a prize. The best you can do is attract his attention elsewhere and pray he moves on." Amos' old world, strategist demeanor faded and the charmer returned. "Now, Damon, I think you should kiss your lovely fiancée and then take her back to the dance floor!"
"Yes, Damon, kiss your fiancée!" Katherine goaded gleefully.
"Uh-" Damon stuttered.
"He doesn't have to-" Bonnie jumped in.
But Katherine was determined, "What's the matter, you love her don't you?"
"I-"
"You said she was the love of your life, didn't you?" Katherine wouldn't let up.
"She is-"
"Then kiss the girl already!"
Damon knew he had no choice here. They were still selling a story.
Damon looked down at Bonnie and saw the fear in her eyes. His own widened, beseeching her to trust him. That this was only going to be a quick peck between friends and nothing more.
Bonnie looked back into his eyes and she realized that she does trust him, she trusts him with her life, she trusts that she will be safe with him. So she relaxes a bit…
Damon takes her face carefully in his hands, his thumbs brushed over her lower lip, before his lips take their place on hers.
And what should have been a quick peck suddenly wasn't enough. For either of them.
Bonnie sighed and sagged her weight into him, she brought her hand up to rest on his shoulder to steady herself.
Damon couldn't stop himself; his tongue pushed against her lips and when he met no resistance, his lips pushed hers open further and his tongue snaked out to tangle with hers.
Bonnie sighed again and turned her head to give him better access. She launched to her toes and pressed her body closer to his and Damon dropped a hand to her waist to hold her tight and Bonnie's tongue tasted so good and Damon was holding her just right and-
If he hadn't heard a throat clearing and soft raspy chuckles, he could have stood there all night. He pulled back first and watched Bonnie slowly open her eyes. He saw the reality of what just happened cross her face and he couldn't tell exactly how she felt about it. That almost bothered him as much as having to end the kiss. Almost.
"I think we've wasted quite enough of your time," Amos was saying. "You two have fun tonight. And Damon- Don't let that one slip away, she's a treasure."
"That she is." Damon replied. He watched her blush and shyly look down at her feet. He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face so she would look at him.
"So, what now?" she asked him.
Damon could think of a million things he wanted to do with her at that moment, not a single one of which would fit in the friend zone.
"I guess we should head home," he suggested lamely.
She dipped her head and then peeked at him again, "Is that all you want to do?" she asked so quietly he thought he misheard her.
He silent for one second too long. "Nevermind, I thought maybe you wanted another dance, but we can just go now, I heard they were also like, serving dinner or whatever, if maybe you'd wanted to stay but… you know what we should go," Bonnie turned to march out the door with or without him, but Damon caught her wrist and pulled her back into him.
She was ready this time. Bonnie was on her toes before his lips were even close to her. She kissed him with everything she had been holding back all night, she let her lips and tongue tell him everything she couldn't say out loud.
She held onto him as tight as she could, like she was afraid he'd let go at any moment, before she had her fill of kissing him. She raked her fingers through his hair and Damon stiffened and pulled back, their kiss breaking with a smack.
"We need to move," Damon pushed her off of him and gently took her elbow to pull her from the ballroom. Bonnie could barely think straight let alone keep up with him as he practically dashed through the crowd.
"Why, what happened?" she asked, still breathless.
"You happened," he growled.
"Damon, slow down," she begged him.
They made it to the lobby of the hotel before Damon slowed his pace.
They stopped at the elevator and neither of them pushed the button, just stood there hand in hand, each one imagining what they'd do to the other once they were alone for fifteen floors. Bonnie looked at him again and saw that his face was flushed and he looked like he was concentrating very hard.
"Are you okay?" she whispered.
"Yeah."
"Damon?"
"Yes?"
"Hit the button," she told him. He was looking at her again with those Crystal blue eyes that were burning her up.
He reached out and smacked the button and before he could say anything else the doors opened and she stepped inside.
He followed her in quietly and stood behind her as she pressed the button with their floor on it.
She's holding herself so tightly now, aware of every step, every breath, every muscle he moves. She feels him slide up behind her and wrap an arm around her and lay his palm flat on her stomach. When he pulls her back into his chest she feels his rock hard embrace. Her head shifts back and then she feels his lips on her neck, softly blazing a trail of open mouthed kisses. She steps back and now her ass is resting right up against his crotch and he's already semi hard but growing and she finds it fascinating that it's her that causes that reaction in him. She grinds into him softly and he hisses out a breath and pushes his dick into her ass harder. She moans and pushes back because he feels so good the way he surrounds her, one hand drifting up to cup her breast and the other on her hip holding her steady and as he continues to stroke himself up and down her ass.
One of them has to say something, do something, stop this, before they go too far.
"Damon," she didn't mean to moan his name like that. She clears her throat and tries again, "Damon, stop."
He's busy working a hand up her dress and his fingers slide on the arousal he finds dripping down her inner thigh. It only makes him harder.
The elevator dings and the doors open and it's like Bonnie can breathe again. She scrambles out of his arms and pushes her dress back down. But she stops him with a hand on his chest, keeps him from leaving the elevator.
"You need to go back to the party," she said.
"I what?" Damon couldn't possibly have heard her right with all the blood rushing from his head to his dick.
"I… I'm gonna go change and pack and then we are going back to Mystic Falls, tonight," Bonnie said shakily.
"Bonnie we don't have to-" Damon started, but the elevator doors were closing on her.
She jumped out, "Just go Damon, please."
And like that she was gone.
'Cause I wasn't looking for love, no
Nobody asked you to get me attached to you
In fact you tricked me
And I wasn't trying to fall in love but, (girl), you pushed me...
A/N: Oh shit, Damon got curved. This chapter needs a follow up before the next song. So the next chapter's gonna be Track #4.5 (I'm so fucking yours) lol