A/n: *(sings Chance)* And we back and we back and we back…..
Track #6- Wild Things
Find table spaces
Say your social graces
Bow your head, they're pious here
But you and I, we're pioneers
We make our own rules
Our own room, no bias here
Let 'em sell what they are sellin'
There are no buyers here
..
Damon was snatched roughly back by his hair. (Later, when he had time to think, that's the detail he would blame, the hair pulling.)
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
He was shoved back in surprise, but when he caught on to who had interrupted him and Bonnie, he immediately knocked Jeremy to the ground. He was tempted to kick him while he was down there, but Bonnie's whimper of pain quickly drew him away.
When Jeremy yanked Damon out from under her, Bonnie had dropped to the ground on her ass. It felt like she had also landed on a wrist, not to mention smacking her head into the wall. "Fuck, Jeremy. What the hell are you doing out here?" she managed to grit out between clenched teeth while she clutched her wrist and tried to pull her dress down.
Damon was on her in an instant biting into his wrist and holding it out to her, but Jeremy was back up and in his face.
"Get the hell away from her, asshole!" he screamed, causing a scene and trying to tackle Damon away.
Damon growled, beyond angry at the fact that Bonnie was hurt further, because of this idiot man-child. Damon grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off his feet, fully prepared to snap his neck.
"Don't kill him, Damon," Bonnie sighed, reading his mind and intentions in his eyes.
"Why not?" he snarled.
"Cause I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding out over here," she chuckled weakly.
That snapped Damon out of his fury. He flung Jeremy halfway down the alley and vaguely heard him crash into a pile of trash. He sped back to Bonnie, biting into his wrist again, "Drink."
"Just get me outta here first," Bonnie's eyes were losing focus and Damon could see the wrist she was hugging to her chest was already swelling.
He carefully scooped his arms underneath her and easily lifted her, and in a blur they were gone from the ally.
Bonnie blinked and when she opened her eyes again she was in the passenger seat of Damon's car parked out front of the Grille. Damon was kneeling on the pavement in front of her and once again he bit into his wrist and held it out for her drink from.
Gladly this time, she accepted and spread her lips over his wrist and lapped her tongue over the wound he had created. The relief was almost instant as she felt the dizziness and nausea fade and her skin tickled as it wove back together.
Damon watched intently as the gaping wound on her neck healed. He focused on that instead of how good it felt to have her lips on him, sucking on him. He vividly recalled what else those lips wrapped around and his dick was responding, but he pushed the thought aside as quickly as it came to him. None of that mattered at the moment.
"How do you feel?" he asked when she pulled his wrist from her mouth. His eyes flew all over her, head to toe, checking to make sure every inch of her was perfect again.
"Good as new," she sighed and leaned out the car to peck him on the lips and rest her forehead on his. Damon rubbed her back.
"Good, because you're gonna wanna be conscious when your friends come running out of that building," Damon's enhanced hearing could make out Jeremy telling Elena and Stefan that Damon attacked him and took Bonnie.
"Oh, god," she pulled back to look at him. "I can't deal with them right now. Come on, let's go." She pulled her legs into the car and Damon closed her door before vamping to the driver's side.
He was backing out of the parking space when the front door of the restaurant burst open and the gang spilled out. He hit the gas, tires screeching and left them all standing there.
Damon looked over at Bonnie worried she was freaking out about everything that just occured. She had her face buried in her hands.
"Oh my god. Oh god," she groaned. "That is so not how I planned for them to find out about us!" she giggled.
"Wait, are you- are you laughing right now?" Damon glared at her, seriously wondering if she might be concussed.
Bonnie only laughed harder at the look on his face. "Jeremy just caught us- in an alley, going at it like animals- while you drank from me!" she dissolved into giggles. "Oh my god, he's probably so pissed right now."
"And how is that funny?"
Bonnie glanced over and finally noticed he wasn't sharing in the ridiculousness of the moment. "It just is… Come on, it's funny! What's wrong?"
Damon shook his head at her, "I just don't find it funny that you wound up with a head wound while having sex with me in an alley like some-" he stopped short.
"Like some- what, Damon?" Bonnie honestly didn't know where that was coming from. "What? Like a- a freak? A slut?" Bonnie watched his face in the dim light of the dashboard as he dismissed the names she guessed. "A whore?" That one. His face steeled at that one. "Like I'm some common whore? That what you were gonna call me?" She was shocked, but her anger was building by the second.
"No, I wasn't calling you a whore!" Damon said, sensing Bonnie's outrage brewing. "I'm just saying-"
"What, that I can be your freak in the sheets but not in the streets?"
"Look, you know I don't give a shit about having sex whenever and wherever-"
"But for me it makes me a whore?" Bonnie challenged.
"I am not calling you a whore, you said that!"
"Oh, now you're blaming me?! You were right there with me, so don't act like I fucked myself out there!"
Damon slammed on the brakes in his gravel driveway. "Stop putting words in my mouth and let me talk!"
Bonnie glared at him before launching out of the car and slamming the door behind her.
Damon caught up to her in the entryway, "Bonnie, I am not calling you a whore! Come on, why would I do that, I l-" once again he nearly bit his tongue off to stop himself from saying anything further.
"You what Damon?" Bonnie whipped around to look at him. Her chin was jut out and her nostrils were flaring, eyes flashing a dangerous shade of emerald.
Damon tried to back pedal and explain where he was coming from before she interrupted again, "I'm saying that is the furthest thing from what you mean to me!"
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at him and he took that as a sign to continue.
"I have spent a… vast amount of time in my life screwing women in alleys. Women that I couldn't describe or even name now. Women that I never even considered seeing again. But that has never once been the case with you. And doing with you what I've done with countless other faceless females… it just didn't feel right..." he finished lamely.
Bonnie's hard gaze on him felt like a lie detector test, like she was sniffing out bullshit and couldn't decide whether she smelled it or not.
So he continued, "I think drinking from you like that, for the first time, it just took me back to a different time and place. A different me. A me that I haven't been or thought about in a while. Ever since…" Damon took a chance and stalked closer to Bonnie, "Ever since you came into my life. I'm- I am different now; it feels like this was who I was supposed to be all along." He stood toe to toe with her now, staring down into her bright and wet green eyes. He lifted his hands to gently caress her face. "I don't ever want to be that...that monster with you."
Bonnie chewed on her lip and sniffed away her tears before they fell.
"So, what you're saying is… I'm not whore in this equation, you are?" the corner of her mouth pulled up in a grin.
Damon huffed out a laugh, "Yes, baby. I am the whore." He pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around her. He felt fifty pounds lighter getting that off his chest.
"I'm the one that leaves her underwear in an alley behind a dumpster, but somehow you're the ho," Bonnie shook her head.
"Babe, I would never leave your panties behind," he pulled the torn fabric from his back pocket.
Bonnie gasped and snatched them from him, "Aww, I don't if that's kinky or thoughtful, but thanks!"
"Little of column A, little of column B," he replied with a smug smile.
She stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and press her lips to his.
"For the record, Damon, you have never made me feel like something cheap or like you were using me. And I see the man you are now, even though I knew the man you used to be." Bonnie bit her lip. She was so close to using that L-word, but they weren't ready. It was way too soon for that.
Damon pressed his forehead to hers and listened to her steady heartbeat for a few moments before another sound caught his ears.
"Shit," he whispered.
"What's wrong?"
"The cavalry is approaching. I was really hoping we could just go upstairs and finish what you started."
"What I started? That was all your fault, not mine," she playfully shoved his chest and wiggled out of his grasp to head into the kitchen.
"You're the one who got all hot and bothered," he replied, right on her heels.
She grabbed a dish towel on the way to the fridge and Damon, seeing her intent scooped her up and set her on the counter and proceeded to make her an ice pack.
"Again, you're the one who started it. I only told you to bite me, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah. I can't help that you taste so damn good." He lifted his brows at her and she pointed at the back of her head. He carefully placed the bundle of ice on her tender skull. "Sorry about that by the way."
She shrugged, "It happens."
Before he could ask her how she was taking all this so well, the door to the kitchen banged open and Caroline blurred in with her fangs out, ready to tear Damon apart.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she snarled and rushed at Damon. He was ready this time, though. He grabbed her the throat, picked her up, and slammed her back flat on the granite countertop of the kitchen island.
"Do not push me tonight, Blondie." Damon let her go. "It's not what it looks like."
"I know exactly what I saw!" Jeremy came barreling into the kitchen with a wooden stake in hand.
"Jeremy stop it!" Bonnie hopped down from the countertop.
"I'm going to kill him for what he did to you, Bonnie," Jeremy growled.
"Not if I kill him first," Caroline said as she flipped off the island. At that moment Elena and Stefan entered the room.
Bonnie jumped in front of Damon, "NOBODY'S KILLING ANYBODY!" Bonnie's magic pushed everyone back a good ten feet as she threw up a protective barrier around her and Damon.
"What the hell, Bonnie?" Her blast had nearly knocked Elena to the ground but Stefan caught her before she hit the floor.
"Jeremy told us what Damon did, why are you protecting him?" Stefan asked her. He looked ready to rip Damon apart as well.
"Because it's not what Jer-Bear thinks it is," Damon sneered.
"Damon didn't attack me," Bonnie added.
Elena wasn't buying it, "Bonnie you're covered in blood and Jeremy saw you two-"
"Yes, he bit me but he wasn't attacking me, Elena," Bonnie tried to convey her meaning with her eyes. She needed for Elena to understand first. She was the only one Bonnie was really dreading 'coming out' to.
"Bonnie, I can smell him all over you," Caroline practically gagged. "I know what that asshole did to you." she charged at him and slammed into the invisible barrier.
"Jesus, Caroline! Calm down!" Bonnie shouted at her friend.
"Me? How can you stand there and protect your rapist?!" Caroline seethed.
"Whoa! No!" Bonnie and Damon both yelled.
"You think Damon raped me?"
"You think I would rape her? Or even could? She'd castrate me and make me eat my own nuts before I even blinked," Damon blurted out.
"What else would you call it, then!" Jeremy yelled at him.
"Okay, everybody stop!" Bonnie cried. "There has been a huge misunderstanding. Nobody was raped, nobody was attacked. Okay? Me and Damon were …" she searched for a politically correct phrase for it.
"Getting busy. Hooking up. Humping like bunnies," Damon supplied.
"Thank you, Damon, they get it," Bonnie smacked him in the stomach.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
"No. I'm not sure I do," Caroline was the first to speak. She shook her head, trying to piece together the new information. "You... and Damon?" She pointed between the pair of them.
"Yes."
"Are sleeping together?" she voice arced up at the end of the preposterous question.
"Every chance we get," Damon answered. Bonnie didn't bother admonishing him for that one; it was so true.
"No way," Jeremy said.
"Yes way," Damon replied with a satisfied grin at the look on Jeremy's face.
Caroline huffed out a disbelieving sigh. Her head was spinning as she tried to think how she could have missed that. "How long has this been going on?"
"Three weeks," Bonnie answered her friend. But she couldn't take her eyes off of Elena. Her friend was looking back and forth between Bonnie and Damon and down at where their hands had intertwined. Her mouth kept opening like she was going to say something, but she just silently gaped at them.
"You broke up with me to be with him?" Jeremy bit out between clenched teeth.
"You're kidding, right? What, did you forget that you cheated on her? With a ghost!" Damon started to step around Bonnie. He still owed the kid an ass kicking for that, but Bonnie stopped him.
"I wasn't talking to you!" Jeremy yelled. He took a breath and tried to calm himself. "This is a joke, right? You're not stupid enough to fall for Damon's act."
"Watch it, Gilbert." Damon warned.
"You are the last person that I have to explain anything to, Jeremy." Bonnie's voice was cold as ice.
"No. I don't believe that," he shook his head in denial. "Is he compelling you somehow?"
"Okay, you may be upset or disappointed or whatever, but you're not going to stand there and insult me. I make my own choices," she directed that last bit at Caroline, too. "And I chose to be with Damon."
Damon smiled with pride and rested his hand low on her hip.
Jeremy was still shaking his head as he backed away and stormed from the kitchen. Bonnie sighed. One down.
"Three weeks?" Caroline asked. "You hid this- how did you hide this for three weeks?"
"Magic, mostly?" Bonnie answered. "It wasn't easy keeping it from you, Care."
"Then why didn't you just tell me?" Caroline was hurt, Bonnie could see it.
"Because I know you don't like Damon. You've been very clear about that."
"And why would I? After all the shit he's pulled? The people he's killed! After the way he used me like some love sick puppet?" Caroline snorted with disgust. "You're goddamn right I don't like him." She stalked away.
"Care." Bonnie's voice broke at the look her friend had given her. She surged forward to follow after her.
"No," Elena stepped in her path. She looked at Bonnie like she had so much more to say. "I'll go." Her face was pinched into a bitter mask.
"Elena," Bonnie called out to her but she was already gone, chasing after Caroline.
Damon sucked his teeth. "That went well."
Stefan nodded. "So... Sorry I accused you of rape," he told Damon.
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, by way," Damon said over his shoulder as he moved in front of Bonnie and pulled her into his arms. That was rough, even for him; he didn't know how she had managed it without breaking down.
She melted into his chest and clung to the back of his shirt. Bonnie felt like she had just gone ten rounds in the ring. But she made it out alive. Her friends seemed to hate her but she was relatively unscathed.
It wasn't the first time they'd fought, they would work through it.
"Well. Secret's out," she looked up into his eyes.
"Yeah, I'd say it is," Damon agreed.
"So what do we do now?" Bonnie asked.
"What do you want to do?"
"Could use a shower."
"That sounds like a good start."
"And then.. um," she sniffled. "I'm probably gonna want some ice cream." Her tears finally broke and streamed down her face.
"Oh, honey," he sighed, wrapping her in his arms again and murmuring all kinds of comforting platitudes. "I got you, I've got you."
So gather all the rebels now
We'll rabble-rouse and sing aloud
We don't care what they say, no way, no way
And we will leave the empty
Chairs to those who say we can't sit there
We're fine all by ourselves..
Damon drew a bubble bath and Bonnie lit every candle she could dig up. Damon took her hand and she lowered herself into the hot water, settling her back against his chest and resting her head next to his . He scooped water up her shoulders, down her arms and chest.
She hadn't said much since everybody left. Damon was trying to let her process in peace while still being there for her.
His mind kept echoing back to Caroline's reasons for hating him. All the shit he's done. All the people he had killed. How he treated her…
Damon knew she had every reason to hate him. He hadn't attempted to make amends for anything he'd done to her, save the few times he had assisted Stefan in saving her life. And even that had only been for Elena's benefit.
He wasn't a good person and it wasn't news to him. He just didn't like to think about it.
But he wondered if that's what Bonnie was thinking about now.
Was she thinking she had pushed her friends away for a serial killing vampire who not long ago used her best friend as a play thing to do his bidding?
Or was she thinking that just months ago he was actively trying to steal his brother's girlfriend, her other best friend?
Did she have regrets about being in this thing with him? Did she want out now that it wasn't a secret anymore?
He held onto that moment right before the shit hit the fan, when Bonnie told him she saw him for the man he was now and not the man he used to be. Could she truly see past all the things he had done and not hold it against him? How was that even possible?
Damon sighed and reached for the whiskey bottle he had on the floor next to the tub and put it to his lips for a drink.
"Can I ask you something?" the low rasp of his voice tickled her ear.
Bonnie hummed her assent and pulled the bottle from him and took a swig from it before passing it back.
"What are you thinking?"
"What am I thinking?" she repeated with a sigh. "I'm thinking… that our coming out party sucked."
"True. What else?"
"I'm thinking… we did a really good job at hiding our... Freaky Friendship. We surprised everybody." Bonnie traced her fingers over his pale kneecap where it jutted out of the water.
"That we did," he brushed his lips over her temple with a kiss. "What else? Really."
She sighed and took the bottle back, drinking from it swiftly before closing her eyes. "I'm trying to remember the last time that both of my best friends were mad at me. It almost never happens. We've been friends since kindergarten. And I can't think of a time when they were both angry with me at the same time. Like, me and Caroline would fall out and Elena would be mediator. Or Care and Elena would fall out and I'd be the go between. Or me and Elena. Until we patched things up. We always patch things up. I mean, we're girls. We've fought over boys before. That's what happens in small towns. If we didn't date our friends exes there would be nobody to date, you know. I ever tell you I went out with Matt once?
"You dated the quarterback?" Damon rolled his eyes.
"He wasn't the quarterback then. He was just the scrawny little boy that lived down the street from my Grams who tried to show me how to skateboard. We were thirteen. And we only went out for three days before Caroline told me how uncool he was and that he shouldn't be my boyfriend. And then low and behold three years later, he's starting on the varsity football team and hot enough for Elena to date and then Caroline after that."
Bonnie tipped the bottle to her lips again and took a pull and passed it back to Damon.
"So we've all been there. Dating exes isn't a big deal. It shouldn't be… But you're not even Elena's ex-boyfriend and she… ugh, with one look she made me feel like it was the biggest betrayal for me to be with you. And Caroline," Bonnie pressed her fingers into her eyes. "She's never…" she took a breath. "She was pissed. Like actual pissed."
"I'm sorry, babe." he murmured and wrapped an arm around her.
She shrugged. She was quiet for a few minutes and then wiggled loose of his arms so she could peer up at him. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"What are you thinking?"
"How gorgeous you look in my bathtub," he replied immediately, making her grin shyly.
"What else?"
"How much I wanna kiss you right now."
She smiled and stretched her neck to press her lips to his. He licked her full bottom lip and pulled it between both of his before sweeping his tongue across hers. She giggled and pulled back.
"What else? Really."
Damon gazed into her searching green eyes and felt like he could tumble right into the depths of them. Right into her soul if he wasn't careful.
"I was thinking...that I only want to make you happy. I don't want it to be a burden to be with me. And that maybe I would ask you to be my girlfriend," his heart squeezed just saying that word, "You know- wear my pin, go steady. All that good stuff."
"Oh you want to date me now that the secrets out?"
"Eh, I figure what the hell? We've made it this far without killing each other, we might as well make it official."
"Might as well," Bonnie shrugged in blasé agreement. "If that's what you really want. But I don't want you to feel like you're trapped by what happened tonight, or like we have to give it an official label just because people know about it now. We can just keep on-"
Damon covered her mouth with a sloppy kiss.
"I know we don't have to. But I want to be able to claim you as my girlfriend when I take you out."
"You want to take me out, too? Gee willikers, how'd I get to be so lucky?" she teased.
She turned in his arms and straddled his lap. "It's about time you made an honest woman out of me." Bonnie lazily wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
"Oh really?" he smiled, glad to lift her out of her somber mood.
"Yep. So…" she looked at him expectantly.
"So what?"
"You have to to actually ask me!" she exclaimed.
"Seriously?" Damon rolled his eyes and made a big deal of being inconvenienced about it. He set the whiskey bottle down on the floor and sat up straight. Bonnie tried to keep a straight face. "Bonnie Sheila Bennett. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?"
Bonnie giggled, "Yes, Damon… Michael Salvatore, I will."
"That's still not it," he laughed at her guess.
"I'm gonna find out eventually. Ooh! Now I can ask Stefan!"
"Don't you dare, that's cheating."
"Fine." Bonnie scooped her hands in the water and pushed them through Damon's hair so she could play with it, making it stand straight up.
"We can do this, right? The real thing? A real relationship," she uttered the word that for the last three weeks they had tiptoed around like a landmine.
"It's been a while since I was in a real relationship. You may have to remind me how it goes."
"No rules this time. Can't we just… make it up as we go?"
"That's my girl, you already know that's what I do best."
Damon's hand slipped below the water and wrapped around his rising erection. He brushed the tip up and down Bonnies slit and watched her shimmy closer. She sat up on her knees and he lined up so she was taking just the head.
He kissed her again, teasing and light. "Thank you," he murmured against her lips.
"For what?" Bonnie gasped, working her hips back and forth, inching down on his dick.
"For staying when your friends left. For staying with me."
Bonnie took his face in her hands to look into his crystal blue eyes. "You are mine now. And I'm yours. And I'm not going anywhere." She sealed it with her tongue on his, just in case he didn't hear her the first time. Their tongues danced as Bonnie pumped her hips up and down his shaft.
"Hold on," Damon's arm tightened around her as he lifted them from the tub. Bonnies ankles crossed behind his back as she held on to his neck and he swung them into the glass shower.
The shower spray kicked on, dousing Bonnie and Damon as he held her against the tiled wall.
"Now where was I earlier before I was so rudely interrupted?"
"Right there, oh yeah. Hmm."
"You like it there?" Damon stroked her how he knew she liked and watched her face twist in pleasure.
"Yes, don't stop," Bonnie begged.
"Stop?"
"Don't stop Damon!"
"Say it again!"
"Oh god, Don't stop Damon."
Bonnie felt her orgasm within reach but something was missing. She couldn't figure it out until he licked her neck and his human teeth massaged her skin. "Yes! Baby bite me!"
Damon didn't let up, just kept sucking on her neck and pumping away at her tight pussy. But Bonnie wasn't having it. Her fingers wrenched him back by the hair to look at her, "I mean drink from me," she told him clearly.
"Bonnie.." he panted. She was tearing him apart; his human urges and his nature as a vampire were colliding and he struggled to keep himself human while his body was in control.
"Show me," she said, watching him nearly break himself trying to hide his vamp face from her. "Show me your face."
"Bon," he groaned. She couldn't be serious.
"Show me," she commanded and her magic reached out and enveloped him and wrapped around that part of him that he locked away from her and she brought it forth till his eyes glowed red and dark veins danced beneath them, his fangs dropped and he hissed at her.
He glared at her, but her wide eyes only traced over every inch of his face, committing it to memory before she pushed his face back to her neck, "Drink."
Damon was strong but his will was nothing against hers. He held her small body flush against him as he sank his fangs into her skin and her blood spilled into his mouth.
Bonnie ground her hips against him and Damon savored the taste of her essence, her life, her magic. It filled him and teased him, and drove him towards madness and when Bonnie screamed for him to fuck her harder he slammed into her relentlessly, he couldn't cage the animal she had loosed in him it fed on her completely and took everything she offered him of herself and gave it all back to her hers for the taking and Bonnie was convulsing around him and clenching her walls around his cock and as soon as he felt her milky cream hit his balls his body tightened and he pulled his fangs out of her for fear he'd bite her head clean off when he exploded inside her making her cum yet again. He turned their bodies so his back was against the wall and slid to the floor of the shower before his arms and legs gave out and he dropped her for the second time that night.
"Shit, Bonnie." He panted after he caught his breath.
"Mmhmm," her eyes blinked open. "Wow," she mumbled, resting her cheek on his chest.
She drew a small x right above his heart with her finger, "May I?"
"What?"
"Drink from you here?" she asked.
Damon looked around for something to stab himself with. Hell, he would rip his own heart out if she wanted it. She just grinned and traced that same cross over his heart and muttered "secare" and he felt his skin slice open. She licked every drop of his blood before it could roll away and he watched the bite mark he had left on her fade away to nothing as her lips covered the mark she made on him. His dick stirred watching her and before he even healed they were going again.
So aye, we brought our drum and this is how we dance
No mistakin', we make our breaks
If you don't like our 808s
Then leave us alone, 'cause we don't need your policies
We have no apologies for being,
Find me where the wild things are.
….
The following morning Damon made a huge breakfast of pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, juice, coffee - everything he could find he loaded on a platter and brought up to Bonnie, still asleep in his bed.
"You left," she grumbled when she heard him open and close the bedroom door.
"But I came back with this," he carefully set the heavy silver tray on his bed and pushed it to the center.
At the smell of bacon and coffee Bonnie's eyes popped open and her stomach rumbled.
"You cooked me a real-life breakfast in bed? Wow." She sat up and stretched and pulled the sheet up over her chest.
"I did, and it's not just cereal and a banana like usual," Damon tossed her a shirt and watched her pull it on before she dug into the food.
"Don't watch me."
"Can't help it, it's like watching the nature channel- I can't look away," he joked and she retaliated by showing him the food in her mouth. "Classy."
Damon fished a newspaper out from under the plate of pancakes and settled against the headboard.
"What are you doing?" she asked between bites.
"Neuroscience. What does it look like?" he shook the paper out and went back to reading.
"Since when do you read the paper?"
"I've always read the paper! I like to know what's happening locally, nationally."
"Aw, you're so cute right now," she giggled around the bacon in her mouth.
"What do you mean 'cute'? How is reading the paper 'cute'?" He glared over the top of it at her.
"I don't know, it just is. Please, continue reading, don't let me stop you." Bonnie went back to her meal and finished half of everything. She gathered the cup of coffee and went to settle in next to Damon and read over his shoulder.
"This is extremely domestic," she whispered loudly.
His lips twitched but he kept a straight face, "Is it?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes at him and let him live out his fantasy or whatever he was doing. She could admit it was nice, breakfast in bed and reading the paper together. Cute. He was going big for the relationship starter.
After getting bored with financial section, Bonnie went to shower and get dressed in a borrowed t-shirt and a pair of leggings she had left there.
Was it too soon to start leaving things at his place? When she slept over at Jeremy's she just borrowed something of Elena's-
The previous night came rushing back to her. Her and Damon had been so blissed out together she hadn't thought of it at all that morning. Had that been his real intentions, to distract her? It worked.
Damon was downstairs doing the breakfast dishes when Bonnie found him and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Thanks again for breakfast, Sweetie," she said, trying out the endearment.
"You're welcome, My Darling," he replied, not skipping a beat. "I found your purse, Caroline or Elena must have brought it with them. Your phone rang a little while ago." He nodded his chin at the island.
"Oh," Bonnie went to check her phone and saw that Elena had called her and left a message.
"Elena called… She wants to talk to me," Bonnie said.
"That's good. It didn't take her long to come around."
"Yeah," Bonnie was hesitant though. That was very fast.
"She's gonna meet me at the house." She tucked her phone back in her bag, "I wonder if my boyfriend would mind driving me home?"
"I like the way you say that," he pulled the stopper in the sink and turned, drying his hands on a dishtowel.
"Boyfriend? Or driving me home?" She said provocatively and backed up out of his reach as he stalked closer to her.
"Both, definitely both," he growled and chased a squealing Bonnie from the room.
….
I lose my balance on these eggshells
You tell me to tread
I'd rather be a wild one instead..
Elena was sitting on Bonnie's front steps when Damon pulled up in front of the house.
Bonnie got out, said bye to Damon and that she'd call him later. Elena stood and waited for Bonnie to get to her before she spoke.
"I'm glad you came-" Both girls started.
Bonnie laughed it off and unlocked her door, "Come on in." She turned on lights and led the way to the kitchen, "You hungry, thirsty?"
"No, I'm good, thanks though," Elena answered quietly.
"Okay," Bonnie replied. She paused a moment to let Elena speak and when she didn't, Bonnie continued. "So... last night, huh."
"Yeah, that was kinda crazy."
"I know. That was not the way you guys were supposed to find out."
"How was I supposed to find out?"
That drew Bonnie up short. "I honestly don't know. But somehow, in my mind it didn't involve an angry mob," she said with a smile.
Elena just nodded.
"We were going to tell everybody," Bonnie started, but that was a lie. They hadn't ever really talked about telling anyone. "Okay, well. Not exactly. We figured it would eventually come out and we would deal with it, and so, here we are... dealing with it."
Elena still sat quiet.
"Okay, Elena just say it. Are you upset that I'm with Damon or that I didn't tell you about it?"
Elena's eyes flashed up. "Bonnie I'm not upset, I'm worried about you."
"You're worried about me?" Bonnie repeated. "Why? I told you last night that what Jeremy thought he saw was a misunderstanding."
"So Damon didn't vamp out in the Grille and then feed off of you in the alley out back?"
"Well, I mean, yes, it happened, but it's not like how you're making it sound. I told him to drink from me, Elena, it's not like he forced me."
"Just like he didn't force you to have sex behind a dumpster?"
"Wow. Is that what's bothering you? Our sex life? Because that really isn't any of your concern."
"It is my concern, I'm your best friend and you're hiding this huge part of your life from me!"
"I'm sorry, okay!" Bonnie exclaimed. "But at the time, it just seemed like it was best for everybody if we kept what was happening between us, just between us. I'd more or less just broken up with Jeremy and Caroline was finally talking to me again…"
"And you knew that if you told her you were seeing Damon, she'd flip out about it."
"Exactly."
"Well, doesn't that tell you something Bonnie? That maybe he isn't right for you?"
Bonnie eyes bugged and her mouth dropped. "Why are you here Elena?"
"I'm here because we care about you and-"
"Wait, we?" Bonnie asked.
"Jeremy's worried too, we all are."
"Oh my god! You discussed this with Jeremy? My vampire hating ex boyfriend, that cheated on me! Wow. That's great Elena. Of course he sent you over here." Bonnie couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I came because I want to make sure you're safe," Elena said earnestly.
"And you think I'm not safe with Damon?"
"How well do you even know him, Bonnie?"
"How well did you know him when you made out with him in that hotel while you were with Stefan?" Bonnie wiped that earnest look right off her face. "Oh no, that's right, you'd broken up with Stefan because his humanity was off and he was running around like a psychopath biting peoples heads off! And how safe were you then?"
Bonnie waited for an answer and received none.
"But you think you're somehow more qualified than I, the Bennett witch that you come running to every single time you need a magical rescue, you're better suited to deal with a vampire boyfriend? Or is it just Damon?"
"It's not about me-"
"Cut the crap, Elena!"
"It's not!" she cried.
"Then why the hell weren't concerned for my safety when I nearly died trying to stop Klaus and save your life? Where's your concern been for the past three months while me and Damon have been tracking down lead after lead on how to get rid of the Original vampires that YOU drew to town?!"
"That is not fair, I didn't choose to be a doppelganger!"
"I know that! That's why I have been there for you every single step of the way! And now that I'm finally happy with someone you can't be happy for me for even a minute, you've got to come tearing it down."
"I am not trying to tear it down, I'm trying to get you to think about what you're getting involved in! Damon is dangerous, I know what he's like when he's-"
"When he is what? Obsessed? Infatuated? Delusional? Because that's not what me and him have."
"Then what do you have?"
"A relationship, for starters."
"This isn't a relationship, Bonnie! He is just using you to get to me!" Elena shouted. "And you can't see that because he's gotten in your mind, Bonnie. This isn't you and you know it."
Bonnie didn't know whether to laugh in her face or feel sorry that Elena actually believed she was right.
"You really think…" Bonnie started.
"That he's going to end up hurting you? Yes, I do."
"You know what- Fuck you, Elena. You need to go," Bonnie's throat was tight.
"Bonnie-"
"No. You've said enough."
"I just-"
"I said get out!" Bonnie was shaking from head to toe and soon all the glassware in the cabinets were rattling. Bonnie threw her hand out and the back door banged open, "Go!"
Elena looked frightened and appalled that Bonnie was close to hurting her. "Bonnie!"
Bonnie was beyond hearing her bullshit. She muttered a chant and held her palm outright and cast Elena out the house, the door slamming shut behind her.
Bonnie's anger and magic churned threatening to burn a hole in her stomach if she didn't release it somehow.
She dropped to her hands and knees and pushed her magic out from herself, letting it manifest in a ring of fire that surrounded her. The flames were tall, well above her head, and they danced as she let out her frustration and fury.
Elena had basically called her too stupid to know she was being used. She thought her weak and Bonnie hated appearing weak, because that wasn't who she was. She was always strong, for everybody. Always.
Elena accused her of not being herself, but Bonnie felt more herself with Damon than she ever had before. Damon wasn't the one trying to relegate her to the singular role of witch protector.
No, Damon wasn't the problem. And if Elena couldn't see that, then the problem was hers, not Bonnie's.
She took a deep breath and the flames died immediately. She had scorched her wood paneled floor and smoke blackened the ceiling, but all things considered she was lucky she hadn't burned her house down.
And Elena was lucky Bonnie had only kicked her out.
….
Don't wanna hang around the in crowd
The cool kids aren't cool to me
They're not cooler than we are
An hour after he had left Bonnie at her house with Elena, Damon was cleaning his room, changing his sheets, scrubbing the bathroom. Anything to keep his mind off his girlfriend.
He had seen Elena's face before he left and she didn't appear to be happy for either of them.
But Bonnie had insisted they could work things out, she just had to explain some things and they would be good. So, he'd left.
But he had a bad feeling.
He was waiting for Bonnie to give him the all clear so he could return to her, but instead Elena came bursting into his house, screaming his name.
Damon blurred from his room and was in front of her in a second.
"What happened?" he grabbed her shoulders but she knocked his hands off of her.
"What did you do to Bonnie!" she screamed.
"What are you talking about? Is she okay?" Damon's voice inched up an octave.
"No! She's out of her mind! She just threw me out of her house!"
"What happened, Elena?" Damon looked her over and she didn't appear harmed at all, he smelled no blood on her, hers or Bonnie's.
"That's what I want to know! What did you do to her? Bonnie would never hurt me like she did if you weren't influencing her somehow!"
"Elena, what are you talking about?! Where is Bonnie?"
"I don't know, I told you- she threw me out of her house. Physically, kicked me out. On my ass."
"What? Why would she do that?"
"Because you've turned her against her friends!"
Damon pinched the bridge of his nose, "Okay."
Now that Damon could guess that both Elena and Bonnie were more or less physically fine, he could breathe better and try to put what Elena was saying into context.
"Let me guess, you think I'm somehow compelling Bonnie and using her?"
"Obviously," Elena hissed.
"And you think I'm using her for what? For her powers? For sex?"
"Pfft," Elena rolled her eyes at him.
"No," Damon studied her for a moment before it dawned on him. "You think I'm using her to hurt you?"
"Aren't you!"
Damon blinked at her, "Why would I do that?"
"Because! Because you want to be with me, but I'm with Stefan. I love Stefan."
"I know that, Elena. That's why I moved on."
"Oh, and you just happened to move on with my best friend? How could you do that to me, Damon?"
"Do that to you? Have you lost your mind?" Damon crowded over her now. "You're the one that strung me along for a year and a half while you dithered back and forth between whether or not to act on feelings for me. And then you took my brother back after everything. And I stepped out of the way. What did you think was happening? That I was still waiting for you to make up your mind? I did that! And so did you."
"Then why didn't you tell me about you two? Why keep it a secret from me?"
"Because I don't need your permission, Elena. Or your approval or validation or whatever. What I'm doing with Bonnie is between me and Bonnie. You can get on board or get the fuck outta the way!"
Damon left her standing there and slammed the door on his way out of the house.
He gunned his Camaro to Bonnie's house and hit the pavement running in search of her.
"Bonnie!" he let himself in and paused when he couldn't hear her anywhere. "Bon?"
"I'm out here!" her voice called from out back.
Damon sighed. He headed through the kitchen and stopped immediately to stare at the scorched ring in the floor. He ran outside to find some answers and instead found Bonnie swinging an ax over her head. The ax landed in a tree stump and Bonnie huffed and grunted as she pulled it out again.
"What the hell is going on?" Damon was more confused than ever.
"I am- chopping wood," she panted and swung the ax into the side of the stump this time.
"Are you sure?" Damon mumbled under his breath. Out loud he asked, "Why are you chopping wood?"
"Because I nearly set my kitchen on fire and this was the sharpest thing I could find in the shed." She swung the ax again. She hadn't hit the same mark twice yet, hack marks covered the stump on all sides.
"Can you put the ax down?"
"No, Damon. If I stop, I will set something else on fire. So, no," she swung again.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
Bonnie looked at him a moment before yanking the ax out of the wood. "No."
"Can I talk about it?" she didn't stop him, so he continued. "Elena came to see me."
"Rrrrgh," Bonnie growled and swung the ax down into the stump. "And?"
"And she told me she thinks I'm screwing you to get back at her."
"And?" she gritted out.
"And I told her she was nuts."
"What else?"
"I told her to get on board with me and you or get outta the way."
"You said that?"
"I think I said 'or get the fuck outta the way,'" he corrected himself.
"Good," she stopped her manic chopping and dropped the ax to the ground and rest her hands on her hips.
Damon could finally get close to her without fear of losing a limb. She was still wearing his black v-neck shirt, but had rolled the sleeves up to her shoulders and cinched the front of it into a tight knot over her stomach. Her hair was falling out of the messy bun she'd pulled it into.
"Care to tell me why you're going all Lumber Jill this poor stump?"
"I just felt like hitting something," Bonnie opened and closed her hands. They were raw from how tight she'd been gripping the ax handle.
"What happened?"
Bonnie plopped down in the grass a little ways from the wood chips she had created and Damon followed suit. She filled him in on what Elena had said.
"And then I was so mad, I was seeing stars. And she was still talking! So I cast her ass out the back door. And nearly burned up my kitchen before looking for a better outlet for my anger. Preferably outdoors and physical. Hence the ax," she concluded.
"And you're angry because?" he asked quietly.
"Why wouldn't I be angry? She came into my house and insulted me. And you. Like I'm not good enough for you. Like she's better than me or some shit!" Bonnie was on her feet again and picking up her ax. "Like she's the only one who is allowed to fall in love with you." She hacked away at the stump and yanked it out. "Like you're still in love with her," hack. "Like it's so preposterous-" yank. "For you to really want me," hack.
"But you know she's wrong?" Damon stopped her before she could yank the ax from the stump again. "You know none of that's true, right? You know that's not why I'm with you."
Bonnie blinked up at him. "What? Of course. Why- why would you think I thought that?"
"It has never once crossed my mind to try to use you to make her jealous. You know that. Right?"
"Yes, Damon, I know that. Geez! Do I have 'gullible' written across my forehead or something? 'Cause apparently nobody believes I can make up my own mind without somebody doing it for me!"
"I know you can make up your own mind, I just didn't want Elena's crazy to rub off on you." He waved a hand at her, "So glad it hasn't!"
Bonnie paused and took stock of herself for a moment. She had to laugh at that. He was right. Elena's crazy had infected her. She was hacking away at a tree stump in the middle of her backyard and yelling at her boyfriend for no reason.
She sighed, closed her eyes and stumbled forward into his arms. Damon caught her and held her for a minute. "Sorry I took it out on you. You're not the one I'm mad at."
He brushed the damp strands of hair back from her face."It's okay. Unlike that poor tree stump I can take it."
He led her back inside the house, commenting on how he was buying her a book on gardening because even he knew she was doing it wrong.
She went upstairs to shower and change while Damon called his brother.
"Stefan-"
"What the hell, Damon? What did you say to Elena? She's over here crying, I can barely get a word out of her."
"Okay, well she started it." He opened the cabinet under the sink where Bonnie hid his bourbon.
"That's not helpful."
"What do you want me to say? I need to talk to you. In person. Come to Bonnie's."
"I'm busy."
"I'll be here." He disconnected the call and poured a drink.
Two hours ago had been just about as happy as he got and now it was crumbling around him.
Both of Bonnie's best friends disapproved of this relationship, hadn't even bothered to give it a chance. They already had their minds made up about him. And Damon didn't give a shit about what people thought of him, but where Bonnie was concerned? She didn't deserve the blow back from his past mistakes.
He would make it right. He had to.
We will carve our place into time and space
We will find our way, or we'll make a way
...
A/N: Well well. Thoughts?
Yes, yet another Bamon fight there at the beginning, are you sick of them fighting? I can't help it, it's what they do. Jeremy's somewhere raging. Elena assumes its all about her. Meanwhile Bamon are finally an official item, using big bold words like relationship and dating. Even if they still won't use the biggest boldest L-word yet. But still, its progress. Any guess on how Damon plans to make it right?
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