A/N: Sorry for the long break between updates, this chapter was… well you'll see. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing each chapter. Each one is gold and I read them all, repeatedly to stay motivated to finish this one quickly.
Warning NSFW…
Track 5- Four Pink Walls
I grew up memorizing all the cracks in the wall
Staring up at the ceiling watching particles fall
See I prayed every day for a change to be made
And I'd wait to be saved…
They moved things inside to the air conditioned kitchen while she made lunch and they tried to sort out the details of their new arrangement. Bonnie was nothing if not pragmatic.
"You know what I hate? Those couples that can't go twenty-four hours without talking to each other. It's like, just because you're together doesn't mean you have to know every detail of your significant others lives, does it?"
"I agree. I mean, I would at least like to hear from you once a day, just so I know that you haven't been kidnapped again," Bonnie winked at him from where she stood at the stove making grilled cheese sandwiches.
"Oh, don't you start on me being kidnapped, Little Miss Witchy. You still have some explaining to do about your encounter with Mama Mikaelson…?"
Bonnie shrugged a shoulder as if to say she was over it. "She cornered me at the drug store, I got in her car, she drove me to the woods. And at least when I get kidnapped people are nice enough to not torture me," Bonnie served him a 'ha, so there' face.
"Okay, that means nothing. I, however,manage to get kidnapped and tortured and still escape, all the time."
"'Escape?' I think you mean rescued. As in I'm the one who rescues you all the time."
"Okay, new rule: you can't destroy my ego multiple times in one conversation."
Bonnie laughed, "Aww, poor baby. Does your ego need stroking?" Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck and stood between his legs.
"Yes. Are you gonna stroke it for me?" He asked, his voice dripping in innuendo and his hands gripping the back of her thighs.
Bonnie tipped his chin up and kissed his lips and then replied, "Maybe, if you're a good boy."
Damon was getting a kick out Bonnies idea dirty talk. They'd have to work on it.
"Oh, I can be very good," he promised.
She kissed his earlobe and whispered, "I'll be the judge of that."
Damon was intrigued at that, but Bonnie left him hanging to go flip her sandwiches.
"Ok, so what else? What are we calling this?"
"I don't like labels," Damon replied.
"So then you don't have to call it anything. But what should I call it?"
"Why do we have to call it anything?" He whined.
"Okay, fine. Say I'm sitting next to you at the bar at the Grille and a guy comes up to talk to me. I tell him no thank you, because I'm in a…" she left the sentence open ended for him to fill in the blank.
"You don't have to say anything, I'll just rip his heart from his chest. Problem solved. Next question."
"Problem not solved. You can't rip the heart out of every guy that tries to talk to me!"
"Why not? And how many guys are out there hitting on you, Bonnie?" He knew she was beautiful, he just hadn't considered the fact that now he had to protect what was his.
"It's not like it's a lot, calm down. I'm just saying, occasionally, people- guys- do try to start a conversation with me for the purpose of getting my phone number. It happens," she shrugged. Her back was to him so she couldn't see his eyes flash red for a second.
"How many boys actually managed to get your number?" His voice changed, all trace of teasing was gone. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.
"Ballpark?" He barked, close to losing it as he imagined all the guys he would have to hospitalize for even looking Bonnie's way.
She turned to him, hearing the stress in his tone. "Are you serious right now? You want to do the exes talk? Because I don't. The past is in the past and it will stay there as long I'm your- whatever. Besides, you already know about everybody that matters," the last part she mumbled under her breath.
"What does that mean?"
She tossed her spatula in the sink, "It means I've only slept with one guy. Feel better now?"
Damon realized he was behaving badly and tried to veer back on course. "Fine, fine, fine. But... can we call it a Freaky Friendship?"
It worked, he had her laughing again, "We aren't getting freaky yet."
"Yeah, but I mean come on," he gestured up and down his body, "How long do you really think you're gonna hold out on all of this?"
"Longer than you think if you go around calling it a Freaky Friendship."
"Who do you think I'm going around telling exactly?"
"Ooh good point. I don't think we should."
"Should what? Tell people?"
"Yeah."
"Why, Miss Bennett, do you plan on keeping me your dirty little secret?" He mocked her in his debutante voice.
"Would it be bad if I said yes?"
"Would it be bad if I said I liked dirty little secrets?"
"Wouldn't be shocking."
"Well, there you go. Settled. You are really good at this, you deserve a reward. You should take off your clothes and let me ravage you," he suggested, eyebrows wiggling away at her.
"Or you could take out the trash for me?" she countered. "You know, there may be something to this Freaky Friendship thing after all."
Damon tied the bag and had it outside before she could even set their empty plates in the sink.
"Ha, jokes on you. I would've done it even if you weren't my Freaky Friend."
"Careful, there's still time to change my mind," she said as she rinsed their dishes clean.
"Nope, you've got your hooks in me now. I'm not going anywhere."
Bonnie turned and found him right behind her. He placed his hands on either side of her and boxed her in. She studied the grin on his face and how it stretched up to his eyes and made them crinkle and shine. It wasn't a grin she had ever seen him wear before and she decided she wanted to remember that goofy little grin.
"I believe you. Now close your eyes," she commanded.
He did so eagerly, "Oooh, are we starting freaky time?"
Bonnie snorted and pulled her phone out, opened her camera, "Not if you're gonna call it Freaky Time." She pecked his cheek and his grin widened into a full blown smile. "Open 'em."
Snap.
…
Up at night, hiding under covers found my escape
Shut my eyes and let the bass buzz into my brain…
The rest of the day was spent with Bonnie and Damon cuddled on her couch, intermittently fooling around and trying solve the Founders Council murders. Admittedly, the homicide investigation wasn't their top priority.
The fooling around was getting hotter and hotter and Bonnie knew she would cave in a day or two tops if not an hour.
That night Bonnie lie awake thinking of how she wanted their first time to go. She didn't actually want them to do it in an elevator, not the first time anyway. No, it should be special. And she could do special.
Bonnie decided to go old school and ask Damon over to watch a movie. So, she lit candles, set out ice cream that he actually did like, picked a movie she had no intention of watching, and poured wine.
Fifteen minutes later she refreshed her wine glass, checked her lipstick and her outfit- a simple black halter dress that had nothing on the green dress but it stretched tight in all the right places.
She turned on some music while she was waiting, testing out a playlist she had created earlier called F.F.T. for Freaky Fun Time.
By eight o'clock he was half an hour late and Bonnie was tempted to call him. She didn't want to seem like a shrew, though, so she decided to give him a little while longer.
She went through a few of her warm stretches from cheer practice; she wanted to limber up because as late as he was now and as horny as she had gotten, she was sure to jump him before he made it through the door.
Freaky Friends indeed, she thought to herself.
But an hour passed and he still didn't show. Both her candles and her patience had burned low.
She sent him three text messages: Where are u? was the first. And when that went unanswered: Are you still coming over? And finally: I guess I'm going to bed alone tonight.
Not even five minutes after that last text, her doorbell rang.
Bonnie was so tempted to not even answer it, but she wanted to know what kind of an excuse he would have for standing her up.
When she opened the door, he leaned in to kiss her and she turned her head, giving him her cheek instead.
"Ooh, you seem mad," he observed.
"No shit, what gave it away," she left the door open and walked back into the house, leaving Damon to invite himself in and close the door behind him.
Bonnie was walking back into the living room from the kitchen with a trash can in hand.
"How was your night?" she asked and threw the melted Butter Pecan ice cream in the trash with a loud thunk.
"Good," he answered slowly. "Ric was at the Grille for a while and we lost track of time."
"Wow, that's really too bad," she dropped the other pint of ice cream, Red Velvet cake, in the trash with another thunk.
"Why are you throwing away good ice cream?" Damon asked her.
"Because it's been sitting out for two hours. It's completely melted. It's no good anymore," she hissed.
"Did you want more ice cream?" he implored.
She set the can down roughly, "No, Damon, I don't want more ice cream. I want to know why you stood me up tonight!"
"I know I'm late but-"
"No, you're not just late. You missed it entirely!"
"Missed what?"
"Our date!"
"We had a date?" Damon was utterly bewildered. He felt like he was missing key information.
"No, we didn't Damon, cause you didn't bother to show up for it." She grabbed the nearly empty wine bottle and trash can and returned to the kitchen.
"Wait. When you asked if I wanted to watch a movie tonight, that was you asking me out?"
Bonnie's eyes nearly bugged out of her head, "Yes! What did you think it was?"
"Honestly, Bonnie I thought it was a group thing! I thought you had Caroline and Elena here tonight."
"Great. That's just great." Now instead of feeling like setting something on fire, she wanted to cry. She was humiliated.
She left Damon in the kitchen as she gathered the remnants of her attempt at romance.
Damon stopped her frenzied cleaning and made her stand still for a moment.
She pinched her lips together to keep her chin from wobbling.
"Hey, no, don't do that! Talk to me, tell me what's wrong?" Damon begged her.
Bonnie shook her head, she couldn't speak yet, her emotions were spilling out of control.
"This is because I missed your date- our date?" Damon ran his hands up and down her arms trying to calm her. He was starting to get just how much effort she had put into the night for him; now he really felt like a jackass.
"I'm so sorry I misread your message, I wasn't thinking. And yeah I was late on purpose, but only because I thought I was skipping movie night with the girls. Not because I was blowing you off."
She shrugged out of his hands and plopped down on the couch.
"Damon," her voice was stronger now but she didn't even know what to say.
"Just tell me how to fix it and I will. I will go out and get more ice cream. And- and more wine. And we will watch the movie, okay?" He was kneeling in front of her now.
"Ohmygod It's not about the movie!" she shouted at the ceiling.
"Then why are you so upset?!"
Because I was trying to screw tonight and you ruined it!
She looked at him a moment and wondered if maybe he was just that dense. Maybe he really didn't put it together.
"You've never heard of Netflix and Chill?" she asked.
"Netflix and-" his jaw dropped open and his eyebrows skyrocketed to his hairline. He gave her a full body scan for what must have been the first time since he walked in. He looked at the scented candles on the coffee table with the wax still drying, the empty wine glasses.
Oh god. He was such an idiot.
"You were going to seduce me?" She nodded her head and her face scrunched up again.
"Don't cry, why are you crying?" Damon pulled her hands from her face.
"Because I can't even seduce someone who's supposed to be my Freaky Friend," she sighed. She was hopeless. She didn't know why Damon wanted her in the first place. "And I ruined our first time cause I couldn't just call and ask you over like a normal human being."
"No, no. this one is on me. A normal human being would've just come when his girl asked him to. Bonnie, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine Damon. I'm a little drunk and I worked myself up." She had calmed down significantly and was exhausted. "I'm just tired now."
Damon settled next to her in the corner of the couch so she could stretch out, her dress rode up her thigh a little.
Damon pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over her.
His fingers stroked down her arm and-
"Nope! Now start the movie."
He sighed and pressed play.
…
Two hours later, Pretty Woman was scrolling through the end credits and Damon was itching to set the night back on track. He'd spent the entire movie trying to be good and leave Bonnie alone, but he kept thinking back to how her face crumpled when she realized how clueless he was. He was on day two of their… arrangement and already in the dog house; that had to be some kind of a record.
Bonnie fell asleep before the opening credits even ended, but she woke up for her favorite parts, namely the scene on the hotels piano. She tried not to squirm against Damon but she knew he knew she was awake. He probably knew she was horny too, he just wasn't saying anything. He was going to make them sit through the entire movie to make up for missing their date.
She went back to sleep and woke up just in time for the fire escape ending.
She sighed at their happily ever after and wondered if her guy would ever get a clue like that. She didn't want to get her hopes up, he could barely manage to get the concept of 'movie night'.
Damon had shifted lower on the couch so that he was lying next to her now and she was pressed against the couch back.
"Are you gonna talk to me now?" he asked her quietly.
"Maybe."
"Are you still mad at me?"
"Definitely."
"Are you gonna let me make it up to you?" his voice was low and it was already doing things to Bonnies insides.
"Well, the least you do is try," her look told him to start groveling.
"How should I start?"
Bonnie pretended to think about it for a minute as she rubbed her cold feet up his pants leg.
"You should probably tell me how sorry you are," she suggested.
He tenderly kissed her forehead- "I am," he kissed her cheek- "so," he kissed her chin- "so," he kissed that spot below her ear- "so sorry for ruining the evening that you had planned."
He kissed her lips softly, "I'm so- so- so- sorry," he punctuated each 'so' with a kiss, "that I forgot to tell you how beautiful you look tonight."
"And I'm so, so, soooo," he spent the long 'o' sucking and moaning on her neck, "so sorry for upsetting you." He gently kissed the spot where he had left his mark on her.
"How am I doing?" He asked, looking into her face for confirmation his efforts were well received.
Bonnie was halfway drooling she was so turned on. She had kicked her right leg over Damon's and pulled his muscled thigh between hers.
"Don't stop, I'm still very mad," she said with a wicked grin.
Damon continued writing his apologies on her body with his mouth. He apologized to her shoulders as he worked the clasp behind her neck and pulled down the top of her halter. He apologized for being an idiot across her collarbones from one side to the next. He kissed his 'I'm sorries' down her arm to her fingertips, listing how badly he had screwed up.
With every apology Bonnie pulled her leg higher up his body until it was wrapped around his waist. She could feel his erection tapping at her doors, and she was ready for him.
"I didn't leave anything out did I?" Damon whispered against her fingers before sliding her digits into his mouth.
She gasped and her legs tightened.
"Did I?" he asked again.
Bonnie shook her head and grabbed his face and kissed him. Her lips tangled with his and his mouth was wet as it devoured hers. Her chest crushed against his as his hands dug into her waist and back holding her tight.
He shifted them so he was laying over her, her legs cradling him perfectly. "I don't know, I feel like I missed something…"
Damon was having way too much fun to stop now. Every moan, sigh, and gasp from Bonnie's mouth was like gold- no like air, and he needed more. He pulled her halter down further and finally revealed a pair of full round breasts. Her dark nipples were hard and Damon dropped his head, licked his tongue across one. He wrapped his tongue around it again and again, expecting the taste of chocolate, but what he got was even better. It was all Bonnie. It was cocoa butter and vanilla and he sucked on her tits until he had their flavor memorized.
Bonnie was writhing beneath him, she couldn't stay still. Her fingernails scratched his back as she dragged his shirt up and he lifted his head to help her tug it off.
Her hands traveled everywhere, covered his shoulders and pecs and down to his abs, around his back and then up again. His muscles bunched everytime she caressed him and she watched him move, watched him react to her touch.
He kissed her lips again, and then trailed down her body. His face pressed into the nylon fabric of her dress where it covered her stomach. His hands pushed her dress higher and higher and Bonnie lifted her butt up so her dress was now at her waist.
"You really did dress up for me," he cooed, admiring the lacy black thong she was currently soaking through.
"I wanted it to be special," she giggled breathlessly as he kissed every inch of the fabric. "I know black's your favorite color…"
"Babe," his heart squeezed. "You really thought of everything, huh?"
"Yeah, 'cause I'm good like that," she glared at him playfully. "Oh shit!" she gasped, his fingers had pushed aside her panties and were slowly rubbing up and down her slit. "What are you doin' to me?" she groaned.
"I told you," he watched her eyes widen, "I'm not done apologizing."
"Ah-Ah-I thought you h-had," Bonnie was panting now. She didn't know whether to squeeze her legs tighter or open them wider; she was doing the butterfly with Damon's face front and center.
"Oh no, I apologized to you, but I haven't apologized to her," Damon slid his index finger into Bonnie's dripping pussy. She hissed and arched her back.
"Her?" she managed to say between clenched teeth.
"Oh yes. She is weeping, she's so upset with me."
"You're damn right she is."
Damon pushed her thighs wide and lifted Bonnie's ass onto a throw pillow. "You okay?" he asked as an after thought; there was only one lady he was focused on and Bonnie would have to wait.
Bonnie hummed her approval and practically demanded, "Make it right, Damon." That caught his attention. His head popped up and his dick jumped at the command in her voice and eyes.
He stared at her for a moment, at the vision she made lying there wide open for him, arms behind her head and gripping the arm of the couch. Then she had the audacity to wink at him and place her hand on his head and guide his face back to where she wanted it. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever witnessed.
Damon chuckled lowly, "Yes, ma'am." His tongue went to work expressing the anguish he felt at having misbehaved tonight. He told Bonnie's pussy how sorry he was for making her wait for him. He apologized for the way Bonnie had stopped him from doing this a week ago. Damon begged forgiveness from Bonnie's cunt like a man begging for his last meal and she fed him her tears and her cries and everything she had until Bonnie was shouting obscenities and gushing like a fountain.
Bonnie tried to tell him she accepted his apologies but it was all gibberish. She lay on that sofa, spent, trying to gather the pieces of her shattered body.
Damon climbed from between her legs and gazed at the effects of his handiwork. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she could fall asleep at any moment.
"Miss Bennett?"
"Uh-huh," she hummed.
"You still with me?" he asked. She could hear the grin on his face even if she could see it.
"Yeah, I ain't goin' anywhere," she smiled back.
(See I knew I was destined for bigger
And better but never said a thing)
….
I assumed there was only room for
My dreams in my dreams so I'd sleep
And repeat 'til the moon went home...
Hours later the first hint of light began peeking through the curtains of Bonnie's bedroom. Damon lie there watching the curtains float in the breeze while he listened to Bonnie's slow even breathing.
He studied the walls of her room adorned with the trappings of her entire life so far. She had posters of musical artists and ballet dancers, shelves packed with books, dressers covered in cosmetics and hair product. Everything was neat and tidy and in its place.
Except where he entered the picture. His pants and shoes littered the floor, her dress was thrown in the direction of her hamper.
He brought his eyes back to the witch that was currently wrapped around him, a tangle of legs and sheets.
His Bonnie. She was perfect for him. It felt like she was made just for him. Just the way that he was in this moment of time, she was what he needed.
He had made it a point years ago to never apologize for his actions, because he lived his life unapologetically. But, if he had to beg forgiveness from Bonnie Bennett everyday of his life he'd never want for anything else.
And I didn't know where it'd take me
But made me so crazy in love with it...
Just thinking of the way he slid into her had him hard again. She was so tight, Damon was sure he wasn't going to make it all the way in before he busted a nut. She had tensed around him and squeezed her walls making it hard to continue, but he talked her down, saying anything to get her to relax just a little so he could inch his way further into her folds. Every part of her held onto him; her arms wrapped around his back, her thighs hugging his hips, and her feet crossed over his ass urging him on, deeper.
His spine should have snapped from how tight he was holding himself as he circled his hips and ground his way deeper till his balls touched her soaking wet opening. He had looked down at himself, buried to the hilt in her flesh and he was so fucking proud. She had taken every single inch of him, further proof she was made for him.
Sweat dripped down his forehead and she looked up him and wiped it away. His head rested a moment on her shoulder and she'd kissed him, licked up the side of his face, tasting the exertion her pussy was causing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, held him flush against her as he circled his hips again.
"Oh god," she'd whimpered. "Don't stop, Damon."
He shuddered when she'd said his name like that. He hadn't expected her to be vocal, telling him what she liked, what she wanted. He didn't know why it surprised him; she had no problem voicing her opinions at him any other time. But it made him even harder, hearing that encouragement.
He slid in and out of her, almost to the tip and then pushed himself back in, again and again. He would pull out halfway and go halfway back and then a little further at a time. But Bonnie kept telling him deeper, that she wanted all of him. He couldn't deny her.
Bonnie was meeting him thrust for thrust as he found his rhythm and began rocking into her faster. He braced his arm on the bed frame above her, and pumped into her until he felt that familiar tingle of heat in his balls. "Bonnie I'm bout to come," he warned her.
But she was beyond the English language at that point, she was all grunts and panting and screams, and each one made Damon push faster.
Then the universe aligned
With what I had in mind...
He chuckled as he remembered how his eyes blacked out for a moment and thinking 'Holy Shit, she just blinded me!'
Bonnie hummed from where she rested with her head on his chest. "Wha's funny?"
"Just remembering that time I hit it so good you popped every blood vessel in my eyes," he laughed again.
"That wasn't funny Damon," she pouted. "It scared the shit out of me." Now that she was awake she leaned up and kissed his eyelids again carefully.
"You're right, it wasn't funny then, but I don't know. I find it pretty hot that you literally blew my mind," he kissed her lips.
"Only you would find that hot," she wiggled from his arms and made to leave the bed, but Damon whined and pulled her back. "I am gonna pee on you, if you don't let me leave this bed," she promised and when his eyebrows quirked up, "and if you tell me you'd be into that R. Kelly shit, I swear to God, Damon!"
"Fine," he released her and she scurried away into the bathroom.
While she was in there, Bonnie checked herself in the mirror and was slightly mortified at what she saw there. Her hair was all over the place and what was left of her eye makeup from last night was smudged to high heaven. She saw a couple hickies in some interesting places, but it looked like Damon had been careful to put them where no one would see them. Bonnie wondered if he had actually thought that through at the time. She sighed and mumbled about him not having the decency to tell her she looked like a street rat.
She washed her face and then brushed her teeth, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do anything to manage her hair the way it was.
She turned the shower on and not two second later he was behind her when she turned back to her sink.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked like he couldn't understand the concept of a shower.
"I'm taking a shower, geez, stop sneaking up on me," she stepped around him and looked around in her medicine cabinet for a new toothbrush.
"I can see you're taking a shower, I want to know why," he took the toothbrush she handed him and looked around for the toothpaste. She handed that to him too.
"Um, because my first class is in two hours and I can't leave here smelling like S-E-X," she stretched up on her toes and pecked him on the lips.
Bonnie got in the shower and proceeded with her morning ritual until Damon crowded in behind her.
"I'd like to introduce a new rule into our arrangement: No leaving the bed before the alarm goes off," Damon reached over her to grab a bar of soap and sniffed it. Flowers. Lilac, he noted.
"We didn't set an alarm," she said as she continued rubbing conditioner through her hair.
"Exactly!" he exclaimed. "We should get back in the bed and try again tomorrow." He kissed her soapy shoulder and pressed his erection into her back.
"You fiend. What am I gonna do with you?" She asked, as she turned around and lathered her shampoo into his hair.
"Any and everything, my dear."
Who knew there was a life
Behind those four pink walls?
…
Now I wake up to a different bedroom everyday
Living up in the clouds thinking of how it all changed
Bonnie was absolutely useless in class all day. She couldn't focus, she kept walking sideways into doors and dropping things. She should have just stayed home with Damon. She wished she had.
But one of them had to remember the guidelines they'd set- was it just two days ago? She shook her head thinking it felt like a lifetime already.
Bonnie's mind kept drifting to the events of last night- and again that morning in the shower. It was so much better than she had even expected. She was giddy and smiling, and she knew for a fact she was walking different. But it was more than that, she felt changed. Maybe it was the sex (it was probably the sex), but it could also be the fact she had someone and something to look forward to again. She had missed that.
Bonnie was busy thinking about how she had literally popped the vessels in Damon's eyes last night. She shouldn't feel good about that, but he seemed to find it amusing. It's not like he didn't heal pretty quickly. Still, it did put a damper on things for a little while. She would have to find another way to channel her magic when they were having Freaky Fun Time…
"Levitation?" Caroline's voice cut through her reverie.
"I'm sorry what?" she choked out.
"You said we should try levitation," said Elena. "Is that a spell in your grimoire that we can use against Klaus?"
Bonnie hadn't intended to suggest that out loud. That was an idea for a different occasion altogether.
They were standing in the school parking lot and Bonnie didn't even remember how she got there, her thoughts were a million miles away.
"Yes, that is something - um that I saw in my grimoire," Bonnie lied. "And right now I should go look into it some more, I'll see you guys later." She tried to make a clean getaway.
"Later?" Caroline was looking at Bonnie like she had lost her mind. "Bonnie, you just said you were coming to the Boarding House with us! To talk about Dr. Fell? What is going on with you, are you feeling okay?"
"I dunno maybe I'm coming down with a head thing. Don't worry about it, it's nothing," she played it cool. "So we're headed to the uh, Salvatores. That's cool."
Real cool.
When they got to the mansion Stefan led them in and they all filed into the living room, chatting. Well, Caroline and Elena were chatting but Bonnie was looking for-
"Hey, you're here!" Damon appeared at the top of the stairs with a wide grin on his face that faded slightly once he saw who Bonnie was with. "All of you are here. Did I know that all of you were coming here?"
"I-" Bonnie began but Elena jumped in.
"Stefan mentioned that you had some new theories about the killer," she looked up at him, her doe eyes shining. Bonnie pinched her lips together. "We figured you could fill us in. Something about Meredith Fell?"
Damon's eyes kept straying back to Bonnie as he relayed information and theories that they had already talked circles around.
He hadn't heard from her all day; they were doing the whole 'nothing clingy' policy so he just figured he'd see her when he saw her. That was all good in theory, but four or five hours into it Damon just wanted to check on her. Totally irrational, because he knew she was in class, but still.
And then she surprised him by arriving in his house unannounced as if he had summoned her from his thoughts. Unfortunately, her friends were with her and Bonnie was back to being aloof. She hadn't said a word to him since he walked in the room.
She stayed quiet, off to the side of the conversation discreetly levitating the items around her.
"And what do you think, Bonnie?" he asked her.
The chair she was in landed with a thud, and she looked surprised at being addressed. "Huh? Yes, I totally agree."
"With…?" He was putting her on the spot and she glared back at him.
"I agree that Meredith could definitely be a suspect and we should keep an eye on her. Look into her background and see if she has a record of any odd or violent behavior."
Damon looked impressed. He knew she wasn't paying a bit of attention to the conversation going on around her. She had summarized what they had talked about two nights ago.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Well, then great."
Stefan continued going through a list of other suspects to keep an eye on but Damon tuned him out.
Bonnie had very quietly gotten up and left the room.
"Be right back, my drinks missing a hint of O Neg," Damon excused himself and found Bonnie in the kitchen.
"Hey you," Damon greeted her, immediately pulling her into his arms.
"Hey, yourself," Bonnie replied. She leaned up on her toes to kiss him. "What are you smiling at?" she asked him.
"You. You look beautiful today," he told her. He enjoyed the way she blushed and smiled shyly. "Absolutely stunning."
"I look the exact same as when you last saw me this morning," she argued.
"So? You were beautiful then, too." Damon walked her backwards and lifted her to sit on the counter. "How was your day?" He asked, figuring that's what polite people did. He didn't really want her talking though.
"Hard," she answered. "Harder than I thought it would be."
Damon kissed away at her throat, "Why's that?"
"I was a bit distracted," she breathed. Bonnie trembled all over as his lips reacquainted themselves with her neck.
"Tell me about it, I started to call you like ten times today."
"Really? Why didn't you?" Bonnie's tongue found his earlobe and Damon's arms tightened around her.
"You were in class?"
"You could have texted me," she pouted.
Damon pulled his face out of her chest and set his hands on either side of her; he was suddenly finding it difficult to multitask. "Did you want me to?"
Bonnie looked into his clear blue eyes. She was struggling to stay on the same page as him. What if he wanted totally different things than she did? What if he wanted freedom and she wanted someone to rely on, to trust?
But looking into his eyes she didn't see a desire to run from her or push her away, she only saw a need for the truth, no games, no bullshit.
So she gave it to him. With her eyes focused on her lap, she answered simply, in a small voice, "Yes. I did."
Damon watched her struggle to answer such a simple question. He wondered why she clammed up all of a sudden, her heart racing more now than it was a minute ago when his tongue was in her mouth.
"Okay."
"Okay, what?" she asked.
"Okay, the next time I feel like texting you, I'll text you. Or call you. Or send up a Bat signal or something," he shrugged.
"Just like that?" Bonnie couldn't believe it. "I thought you said you hated those clingy couples?"
"Well, I've said a lot of stupid things," Damon kissed her cheek once more, before his ears perked up, alerting him to an imminent arrival. "Incoming!"
He zoomed around the kitchen. He stuffed an empty water glass in Bonnie's hands, pulled a bloodbag from the fridge, and was innocently leaning against the counter opposite from Bonnie when Elena pushed through the kitchen door.
"Hey, we're heading out now," Elena looked at Bonnie with concern in her eyes. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? Is your head bothering you again?"
Damon's eyes flashed over to Bonnie's face. But she shook her head slightly.
"I'm fine, I was feeling a little... dehydrated," she waved her prop glass. "All better, now. Thanks, Damon." She hopped down from the counter.
"Anytime, Witchy," his grin was overly salacious. "You just let me know when you're thirsty."
"Ugh, Damon grow up," Elena gagged.
"Yeah, Damon, gross," Bonnie added over her shoulder at him.
"Just being hospitable, ladies," Damon grinned.
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All of the days that I wasted gazing outside the window
Impatient frustrations let out into my pillow
Lied awake at night while my head wandered
And I wondered why
Things weren't different..
Together Damon and Bonnie carved a secret little bubble out of their friend group. They had codenames for things and secret meeting locations, but inevitably things always ended up back in Bonnie's bedroom.
By day, they fought and argued with each other and at night they made up. When they were together in public you would think they couldn't stand each other by the way they talked to each other, but behind closed (and spelled soundproof) doors they lived a whole other life.
Bonnie was amazed at the change in Damon's attitude. It was like getting to know a completely different person.
She found out that he was romantic when he planned their second date. He set up a candlelit picnic by the Falls and, in no uncertain terms, told her to wear something sexy because it was definitely a date.
Since they had lifted the ban on communications, Damon had found out why 'those people' talk to each other a hundred times a day- not because they have to, they want to.
Damon started out texting Bonnie about every little thing, just to be funny and maybe to get on her nerves, but then checking in became habit. And he realized he liked knowing what she was up to and who she was with. It made him feel closer to her when they couldn't be next to each other. They even found themselves texting each other when they were in the same room but weren't alone.
And Bonnie learned that she liked sexting. There was a thrill to sending illicit messages while looking her dad in the face or talking to Elena.
And the doors of Bonnies sex life had burst wide open.
Jeremy had been her first love and she had thought he was good. Passionate even.
But Damon showed her the true meaning of passion.
She wanted him all of the time. Damon teased her, "If I'd known you were such a freak I would've turned you out a long time ago."
Damon taught her things that should've made her blush, but she was game to try just about everything. She never thought she could be that comfortable with herself let alone another person, but Damon worshipped her body and told her every chance he got how beautiful she was; she trusted him completely.
Damon was slightly worried at first that he was pushing her too far into things she wasn't ready for. He didn't want her to feel like she had to keep up with him, but he needn't have worried. Bonnie could sleep for twenty minutes and be ready to go again. Night after night. And still get up for school the next morning. Often times it was Damon telling her they needed to rest.
Bonnie learned new ways to channel her magic during sex. Levitation was her favorite and after the second time she dropped them off the ceiling, she started to get the hang of it.
Damon threatened to install handlebars up there if she couldn't figure it out. He much preferred her to take it out on him, anyway. Told her he could take a little tough love. Though he was less enthusiastic when her idea of tough love heated through his sheets and nearly melted his skin off.
But at the end of the night it didn't matter, so long as Bonnie could fall asleep in his arms, and Damon could wake up in hers.
Everything shifted overnight
Went from when boredom strikes to Ms. Star on the Rise
It was all in an instant...
Three weeks passed with them quietly falling for each other.
All of their preconceived notions about what they wanted from their arrangement had quickly went out the window.
Bonnie didn't want to believe it at first, but she thought it possible that she had gone and fallen in love with Damon Salvatore. The joy and excitement she felt whenever she was with him told her that their Freaky Friendship had morphed into something real right under her nose.
One night, they were all hanging out at the Grille playing pool- Damon and Stefan against Caroline and Elena, with Bonnie and Jeremy waiting to play the winners. Damon and Bonnie were doing their usual bickering routine and trading insults back and forth, when Elena fell into a tray of glasses and split her arm open. Her blood dripped down her wrist. Bonnie saw the veins tremble underneath Damon's eyes. She didn't even hesitate to grab his hand and pull him to the alley out back.
"I'm fine Bonnie," he told her, his face pinched like he was trying not inhale through his nose.
"You're not fine, you're thirsty. You haven't left my side for the last twenty-four hours, so I know you haven't been drinking regularly. Why didn't you say anything!"
"Because I'm fine, I can go a day or two without drinking blood," he rolled his eyes and paced away from her.
"Excuse me if I don't think it's fine that you almost vamped in public," Bonnie stepped into his space and his eyes glowed red again. "See."
"It's under control," he growled.
"Two days is too long to go without feeding," Bonnie took his arm again and pulled him into the shadows. "Drink from me."
Damon balked, "I am not drinking from you behind a dumpster, like some random snatch-and-grab, no." Bonnie didn't deserve that.
"I didn't ask you to drain me and leave me here, just drink from me, Damon," she swept her hair to one side and held her neck out to him.
Damon fought to remain lucid, but she was right, he was thirsty. He had dreamed of her saying this very thing one day, begging him to bite he dreaming now?
He gently laid a hand on her neck. "You're sure?" He was already planning just where to bite.
She shivered. "Damon. I trust you."
He pushed her back against the bricked side of the restaurant and bent his knees, wedging his left one between her thighs.
She held very still and tensed when he kissed her softly and traced his tongue over her jugular vein where her pulse was racing.
Damon could scent a faint trace of fear escaping her, but she hid it well, steeling herself for impact. He kissed and suckled her skin, slowly getting her to relax; he could feel her squirm under him.
Bonnie grinded into Damon. She had braced herself for incredible pain, not pleasure. "Shit,"she gasped.
Damon slipped a hand between them, beneath the asymmetrical hemline of her dress, into her underwear. Simultaneously, his fangs and his fingers sank into her, and she moaned at the intense mixture of pain and pleasure.
Her leg hitched higher around his and Damon quickly removed his fingers from her wet pussy and pulled her legs up around his waist. Bonnie's one track mind took over. Damon's lips never left her neck while Bonnie made swift work of the button and zipper of his jeans. In a move they had practiced and perfected, she pulled his engorged dick from his pants and placed the tip of him right at her soaking wet opening. Damon ripped her panties out of the way and he slid into her.
Her back arched off the wall. Bonnie couldn't remember how long they were out there or how long Damon fucked her and sucked from her. She only knew this was what she wanted. She wanted this man any and every way imaginable, even like this, with him tasting her blood and filling her with life at the same time.
They were so lost in each other that neither of them heard the alley door push open and a pair of heavy feet step out.
And neither one of them saw Jeremy until it was too late.
But those four pink walls, now I kinda miss them man
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a/n: a lot happened in this chapter. fighting, makeup sex, the start of their "arrangement."
I think that because they have both been burned by the faith that they put into their previous relationships, neither of them intended to open themselves up to being hurt again any time soon. So they are both reluctant to call this thing a relationship. Damon wants all the relationship things but doesn't want to call it what it is. And Bonnie sees how much she could already be falling for him, she just won't admit it first. Stubborn. But whatever they have, they like it so f**k It. I think it's also important to remember Bonnie may be mature as hell , but she's still seventeen. Still a teenager, still dealing with those insecurities, still very playful, and I like seeing her pull a younger, lighter side of Damon out.
And they get caught by Jeremy. This boy has some good timing, right..
-T