A/N: L-E-M-O-N-S

Damon lowered to one knee…

Bonnie wished she could say the room swam, her hearing turned fuzzy, and that her blood pressure skyrocketed but nothing of the sort happened. Everything, every frame of time was crystal clear, and she had never been more present in a moment than she was right in this instant. When she fossilized Silas she had gone through an outer body experience fringed in bliss and rage. When she unlinked the Originals with Klaus hovering over her shoulder, she had been equal parts panicked, pissed, and overwhelmed with grief. When she had sex for the first time half her mind had been on a dead supernatural possibly interrupting her moment, and doubling her pain once more. Something had always been distracting her.

She wasn't distracted now.

The heat ticked on at the same time Damon said, "Bonnie," and the way he said her name, like he was making love to every syllable and letter, made the tiny hairs along her arms, neck, and legs rise.

For a second Bonnie focused on Ms. Cuddles. Her button nose, her embroidered mouth, the mohair fabric that made her "fur", dark brown glass eyes Grams had warned her to be careful about because they could come off so easily. Bonnie had lost her at nine and cried for days because she had become like a sibling to her. Ms. Cuddles missed out on some of the biggest moments of her life, but sitting on top of the dresser, she was being a witness to this one.

And Bonnie couldn't let it happen. At least, not like this.

"You're not in love with me!"

Her statement made Damon freeze in mid-bend. He stared up at her, mouth slightly agape.

Her heart was a snare drum and she was still drunk, or maybe the alcohol was being burned away. She was clearly the rational thinking one to Damon's addled brain. Regardless of being unable to see the ring box, Damon gave away his intentions by attempting to lower to one knee. Everyone knew what that was synonymous with.

Marriage.

He wanted to get married?

Where the fuck was this coming from?

"Look," Bonnie said, mouth dry, pupils dilated to the max, "You claim I'm your home but that doesn't…that doesn't mean you have…deep feelings for me." Damon straightened to his full height. She went on. "Tragedies have a way of deluding people into thinking they feel a certain way about something, but once everything is good, you realize what you felt had been nothing but incidental. Look at the timing of everything, Damon. Are you doing this because I was almost killed by your ex? You didn't want to rush and put a label on anything so I'm lost here. How can you go from not wanting to define what we are to this?"

"I love you, Bonnie," he deliberately paused so that revelation would sink in. Damon took in the way her pupils expanded, how her cheeks grew faintly darker, heard the way her heart palpitated before becoming a maddening flutter. He took in how her scent became weightier, sweeter. Lovelier. Damon's heart was in his throat. "It hit me that I felt more for you than simply a lifetime of thanks and gratitude, and those feelings became clear when you sent me back. That sounds fucking selfish because for all I knew, you had died alone in that cave and here I was back in the real world, but it didn't mean anything without you being here with me. I love you because of who you are and it's as simple as—"

The rest of Damon's speech was truncated the moment Bonnie swooped in and kissed him. He was startled at first, fully prepared to talk this out all night if that's what it took to convince Bonnie he was serious. That he loved her. And he did in a way that was becoming unconditional. The tiny black box tumbled from his hand as he wrapped both arms around her. He moaned as he slid his tongue in her mouth and their lips alternated between nibbling and sucking.

Bonnie ended the kiss with a soft, wet smack.

Their eyes met.

Damon braced himself.

"I'm in love with you too," she confessed softly almost wistfully.

Damon felt a flare of heat wrap around his heart before plunging into his guts. He thought he didn't need that sensation anymore, but he did. He missed it. Craved it. Loved it. Wanted to feel it again. "We're doing this? Me and you?"

Trying to contain the happiness that surged forward was like trying to catch a tsunami with a net. Bonnie sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, "Hell yeah." She moved and did as well. "Make me yours."

Damon pressed close, close enough for her to feel his swollen and heavy cock tenting his thin pajama pants. He reached for her, hands circling her waist but the left slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. Kneading the fatty globe, Damon swallowed thickly the minute her nipple hardened against the palm of his hand. He traced it with his thumb, squeezed the ripe nub between his fingers. Bonnie hissed at the electric feel that shot straight to her pussy that was growing wetter by the second.

Both hands had joined the play, squeezing her breasts until they bulged through the slats of his fingers and those fingers inched their way to her nipples, pulling and plucking those hard points unmercifully.

She felt her body burn from the wild look darkening Damon's blue eyes. She said nothing when he untied the knot keeping her robe in place. Brushing it off her shoulders, the garment fluttered to the ground, pooling around her feet, but she did make a noise when Damon's big hands pulled the cups of her bra down. He groaned at the sight of her breasts, wet his lip in anticipation of tasting those dusky nipples, cinching them between his teeth causing her the right amount of pain and pleasure.

Damon didn't waste any time. He lowered his head at the same time lifting up her breast. He tongued her nipple, drenching it in saliva, whirling his tongue around the distended tip before taking as much of her perky tit into his mouth. A mouth that became a vacuum as he tortured her nipple with teeth and tongue that had Bonnie mewling and clawing at his back.

He devoted the same attention to her neglected breast while repeatedly pinching the one he just vacated. She cried out at the flare of pain that dissolved into a sizzling sensation that spread everywhere and wrapped its arms around her clit that was poking obscenely from its nest of curls.

He stopped sucking her breasts and admired their wet appearance as her nipples stood out at peek erectness. Damon palmed his dick that was so hard and ready he figured he'd blow as soon as entering her. So he had to hold off until he was nearly driven half out of his mind from wanting to feel her folds wrapped around all sides of him. Tweaking a nipple, Damon pushed Bonnie until she was sprawled across the bed.

She spread her legs offering him a sight of her covered mound but he grinned evilly at the noticeable wet spot in the center. Worming two fingers between her thong and skin he pulled the material aside. He almost went weak in the knees. Beautiful. A wicked combination of mauve and pink, he had gone too long without seeing this pussy. Damon buried his head between her thighs, heart pounding out of control. He had meant to tease her a little, kiss along her inner thighs, get the blood flowing more through her femoral artery but he was too impatient. He had to taste her. Had to have that musky scent on his tongue. He needed to slide his fingers into her slippery twat while flattening his tongue along her clit.

He dove in, tasting the river of civilization between her thick, shapely thighs. Her hips bucked in tandem as she periodically pinched and plucked her nipples and diddled her clit. Her toes of their own volition pointed when Damon stiffened his tongue and sunk it into her.

"I-I lo-love…" Bonnie stuttered breathlessly. "Eat it."

Yes, ma'am.

Likening himself to be master of cunnilingus, he didn't just deliver a couple of licks to get his lover wet enough. He pleasured the pussy. Coaxed it to respond endlessly to his ministrations sending his woman into convulsions she'd remember for a lifetime. Spurred on by her taste and the beautiful noises Bonnie made, Damon spent upwards of half an hour edging her close and backing off. He could feel her frustration and delirium to come and come hard. She was so wet he could slide head to balls in one smooth thrust. Not yet.

Bonnie had the strongest urge to clamp her legs closed. Her body grew taut; her shoulders dug into the mattress as her hips lifted off the bed. She felt it coming, that wonderful orgasmic maelstrom. Damon's fingers and tongue worked in concert bringing her there, just there, right there. Yes, yes, yes it was coming!

Damon yanked his finger out.

Bonnie cried and reflexively went to pop him upside the head, but Damon blocked it and pinned her right arm down.

With a tweak of her powers they traded positions. Damon's back hit the bed and the smile spreading across his face flattened the minute Bonnie stroked his cock. Inelegantly he wiggled out of his pajama bottoms and laid bare for her to do whatever she pleased.

The sight of his engorged cock actually gave Damon pause. He had never seen the hood dark red nearly purplish, nor the veins bulging so obscenely along his shaft. It was like his shit had been shot up with steroids. It was frightening but served as undeniable proof how badly he wanted her. Bonnie kissed her way down his chest to his hip, lips following his V, trailed lower. Her nose brushed the thin patch of hair that led to his greatest place on earth.

Bonnie stroked him a little, traced a vein or two with a curious finger before moving closer to suck the head between her off centered lips. The feel of her hot wet tongue against his cleft made Damon's eyes roll in the back of his head.

She lapped up every facial twitch as she flattened her tongue and dragged from the base of his cock to the sensitive head. She covered the hood with her mouth, engulfing him while circling the shape of his beautifully circumcised prick with her wet tongue.

"Gah, baby your mouth feels so good."

"Let's see how wet I can make you."

Damon gifted her with a dirty little smirk.

She sucked him off like a pro, alternating between fast and slow, jacking off the part of him her mouth couldn't reach. Damon cupped the back of her head, loosely directing Bonnie. Air whistled between his teeth when he stared down at her to watch and she slowly, owlishly looked up at him, green eyes pinning him to the moment, his cock sinking and retreating out of her warm mouth. The sight was almost too much to handle. Her mouth was amazing, her tongue the stuff of legends.

He was gonna cum if she kept this up. So, with a herculean amount of effort, Damon sat up, took Bonnie by the arms and pulled her away. He fell out of her mouth with a wet pop. She let out a disgruntled huff that turned into a squeal when Damon positioned her above his face telling her without uttering a single word to ride his tongue.

He would make up for teasing her earlier.

Being so hot and bothered it didn't take long. Covering her entire mound with his mouth, Damon hummed while, using vampire speed, vibrating his tongue.

"OHMYGAWDDDDD!" Bonnie spasmed and quivered as her orgasm catapulted her to unknown existences. Bonnie screamed, panted, and wilted to her side in recovery.

Damon licked lips and wiped his chin with the back of his hand. Though it was difficult not to sheath himself inside her, he waited for Bonnie to come down from her high. He laughed a little whenever she twitched. When he sensed she was ready, he rolled her on her stomach and hiked up her hips. Damon made a cock ring out of his fingers holding himself tight at the base, controlling the blood flow as he lined up and breeched his girl's succulently wet twat. He almost lost it at the sight of his cleft splitting her labia apart, contouring to the shape of his crown. She was so hot, wet, and tight it damn near brought tears to his eyes. His goal was to start slow, switch between long and short strokes, and then pound them both into oblivion.

Damon doubted he could last that long. He sunk in stretching out their pleasure (and Bonnie by extension), and once he was submerged to the hilt, he didn't move even as Bonnie squirmed impatiently below him. She let out a low breathless groan and wined her ass a little, massaging his shaft with small purposeful strokes. His knuckles dug into the mattress at the unbelievable sensation.

Damon arched his spine, pulling out and then…snapped forward and downward, bottoming out.

"Ohhhhhh," Bonnie moaned.

The sound of their skins connecting was a thunderclap. He repeated the action, pulling out almost the point of leaving her altogether before entering her with enough force to move her across the bed.

Bonnie braced her hands on the headboard for leverage and threw her ass back when Damon finally stopped teasing her and set a steady rhythm. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry.

As a general rule Damon hated talking during sex. Moans, groans, screams, the occasional shout he didn't mind so much. But corny dialogue, narrating what was happening it was pointless to him. The purpose of sex was to feel it. That shouldn't leave room for talking. Once you knew the person and what were their buttons and triggers, after that initial assessment, communication became intuitive knowledge. You'd know if your partner was enjoying something or needed more. But he felt like talking tonight.

"Your pussy is gonna make me go blind, Bonnie. It's just that gotdamn good."

The heat rose in the room. A film of sweat broke out across their skins. Bonnie reached back and spread her cheeks a little farther. Damon went a bit deeper. He sucked the skin of her neck into his mouth. Pulled out.

Bonnie swiped her hair out of her eyes, turned over, brought her knees up, but Damon as he stroked himself bent down and rimmed the puckered bud between her ass. Her breath hitched. That was a foreign sensation that scared and confused her. Damon stopped when she tensed.

"D-Damon…"

"I'm not going there," he chuckled lowly. Not tonight at least, he thought but knew better than to ever say out loud. Instead he propped Bonnie's right leg over his shoulder, hooked her left around his waist and buried himself inside of her once more.

Her neck arched as her back came off the bed. She gripped the pillow beneath her head and rolled her hips matching Damon stroke for stroke. She lifted her head enough to see him pounding her middle then their gazes locked on one another.

"You want me to go deeper?" he asked huskily.

He already felt plenty deep, but she vigorously nodded. Without missing a beat, Damon popped her left ankle on his shoulder, resting his weight on his hands and toes and plowed into Bonnie relentlessly. She started singing him an aria as the crown of his dick rubbed and pounded her G spot. He worked her so masterfully it felt like he was plunging his dick into an oasis during a monsoon. Rivulets of her cum sluiced down his shaft to his balls, wet the mattress.

"Fuck yeah," he whispered.

Bonnie dug her nails into his corded biceps for leverage. She felt helpless and trapped with her knees pushed into her chest, but she didn't care. Her vagina was being murdered and she wasn't looking to press charges. Instinctively she tightened her inner muscles wanting to make Damon lose it, forget himself, and howl like a fucking animal. She could sense he was there, right on the brink. He just needed that last little shove. So with the tweaking of her powers, she made the nerves under the hood of his dick more sensitive. Made them tingle like that first drop of sour candy to land on your tongue. Made them feel as if they were being tickled with a million feathers.

That threw Damon off for a second. His eyes popped open, mouth too, "W-whatthefuckisthis?" his words ran together. "Shit, shit, shit. SHIT!"

What Damon felt, Bonnie experienced also. Her heart was beating too fast, her mouth turned into a reservoir at the same time it dried up, and the blood vessels in her brain and clit had reached maximum capacity. There was a pop of some kind and her pussy had a grand mal seizure around his dick.

That did it for Damon.

Together they were coming. His cock juddering and spewing out spurt after spurt of creamy cum in her heaving, contracting, fluttering twat.

Spent and quite possibly drained of every conceivable drop of semen his body could produce, boneless, Damon collapsed taking care to make sure the bed and not Bonnie took the brunt of his weight. He stared up the ceiling dazed and smiling like an idiot. "Am I floating because I feel like I am?"

Bonnie licked the corner of her mouth, pleased and feeling smug. She tucked herself next to Damon.

With some effort, the lethargic vampire rolled his head on the pillow, "What did you do to me?"

Bonnie just smiled and stretched her arms above her head, arching her back kittenishly. Damon's nefarious gaze dropped to her tits and he felt himself hardening again. "It's my trade secret."

"If my legs will cooperate I'll cook you a seven course meal and run your bathwater," Damon shifted to his side, his hand finding Bonnie's hip, her skim warm and damp from their exertions.

"Now that you mentioned it I am hungry," she giggled, rolling to face him, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. "I could eat something besides you."

Damon gifted her with a dirty smirk. The both of them were glowing and feeling full of love. They lapsed into quiet contemplations but never stopped petting or touching one another. This cool down period cemented a lot. They were finally on the same page. Where things would go next, they'd worry about when they came across the bridge. For now they were where they wanted to be. With each other.

Bonnie's stomach growled. Embarrassed she buried her face in a pillow and moaned. "Pretend you didn't hear that."

"Too late. Guess I better go make you something to eat and get myself a blood bag while I'm at it." Damon swung his legs out of the bed and on the floor but stopped when his toes crashed into something. It was the ring box. He picked it up, thought for a moment, and decided what the hell.

"I want you to open this," he showed Bonnie the box.

She started. "Damon…"

He shook his head. "You can relax. I'm not asking you to marry me…that was crazy. I can admit. I did get this for another reason. This reminded me of a dream I had right after I was attacked by a revenant. In that dream I had to make a choice, and the options presented to me was a red and green apple. The red apple represented doing business as usual being satisfied with complacency. The green meant change. See which one I picked," Damon nudged the tiny leather ring box toward Bonnie.

Tentatively she took the proffered box and opened it.

Nestled inside was a white gold ring in the shape of an apple set with perfectly cut emeralds and chocolate diamonds making the stem. Bonnie slipped the ring out of the case and fanned out her fingers trying to decide which one to wear it on. But Damon made the choice for her when he placed it on her index finger. Her fingers were relatively small so the ring could fit on any one, but Bonnie was happy with it being on her forefinger. She couldn't contain her smile. She learned forward and kissed him.

"When you asked me what was the catch to you coming back, I didn't have an answer and I still don't. But maybe the catch this time is…your best friend falling in love with you. Can you live with that?"

Admiring her ring, she twisted her hand so that Damon could see how it looked. "I can. "It's beautiful, Damon. Thank you."

And to further show her thanks, Bonnie pressed Damon on his back and mounted him. With adroit movements she slid on his pole, rode him. She had been stiff the last couple of times she tried this position, unused to it. Unsure of how to take his dick while on top even after hearing that women derived a lot of pleasure from riding. Back and forth in a wave she undulated her hips, closed her eyes that opened a moment later when Damon groaned deep in his throat. Bonnie fell forward, slanting her mouth over his, teased his teeth with the tip of her tongue, shared breath. She moved lower while her hips maintained a delicious speed, kissing his neck, nipping his collarbone until, finally, reaching a nipple that she flicked mercilessly.

Damon hissed, bucked his hips upward meeting each of her downward strokes. This girl, this woman, this goddess was making a slave out of him, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonnie, literally, fucked him to sleep.

Head on Damon's chest, she traced little designs on his stomach, a tiny smile on her lips. He was dead to the world, lightly snoring as he recuperated while Bonnie sighed with a beam of smugness that she tired him out. For once. With nothing to do since sleeping was impossible right now being as wired as she was, Bonnie held up her left hand and admired her ring for the nth time.

She didn't think about the small number of people she had to share the news with. Yet she did think about the fact she couldn't sit down with Grams and her dad as she stuttered her way through an explanation as to how she had fallen in love with a vampire. Bonnie could picture Grams saying "Are you trying to kill me?" but there would be warmth and a grudging acceptance in her tone and demeanor once hearing the full story. She hoped. Her dad? A crease formed between her brows because Bonnie wasn't sure what her dad would say. He'd never had any interactions with Damon that she knew of, and he wasn't keen on vampires for lots of good reasons. He wouldn't be happy about it, but she'd like to believe that he'd want her to be with whoever added to her happiness and was a complement to her.

Abby? Bonnie sighed heavily. Her mom would be less than thrilled. Abby already believed she was too raw from the events of last year coupled with her attempted murder to be in a relationship. Maybe. But Bonnie wasn't clinging to Damon like he was her personal savior to pull her from the dark that wanted to destroy her. And he certainly wasn't taking advantage of her. Their bond was a product of who they were individually and together. It wasn't on them if no one else could see it. So in Bonnie's estimation her mom and anyone else who didn't approve would have to deal and get over it.

Regardless, Bonnie waited. She waited for pessimism to move in and try to usurp her joy. Waited for the usual excuses that led to self-sabotage to rear their negative heads, and harp in her ear about how she's too young to settle down. Braced herself for that voice saying something would happen and Damon would take it all back.

Bonnie wagged her head. Three hours into this new phase of their relationship and her mind was already spoiling it. So she fought and settled and cuddled deeper into Damon, and resumed basking in the fact that she did not feel utterly alone and unloved for the first time in years.

As if he knew she needed comfort and a boost, his arm tightened around her. Bonnie dropped a kiss on his pec and the next second she was startled because someone was ringing her doorbell frantically.

Damon moaned and growled and Bonnie caught the gist of it. She made a move to roll out of bed to see who it was, but Damon anchored his arm around her waist keeping her in bed.

"I'll go see who it is and tell 'em to piss off," he smacked a kiss on her cheek. Pouting sleepily, he got up, searched the floor for his pajama bottoms, hopped into them, and left the room grumbling the entire way down the stairs. "Blondie, what the hell."

"It's my mom."

Bonnie was up and out of bed, shrugging on her robe. "Caroline, what's wrong?" she said the moment she made it to the living room.

Caroline's cheeks were pink and wet and she was sporting major bedhead. Bonnie knew whatever was going on was serious because her friend stood before her without a stitch of makeup and wearing her favorite ratty pair of jogging pants she stuffed into her Ugg boots.

"I got a phone call from one of my mom's deputies. She's been rushed to the hospital after suffering an 'on the job injury' which we know is code for vampire, but in this case it's a gotdamn revenant. I swear if one of those things really did a lay a hand on her, I…I don't know what I'll do. She's in the middle of surgery right now and I need," Caroline zapped her watery blue eyes on Damon, "that charm. The one you said Esther spelled so you could come and go out of Mystic Falls. I need to borrow it. Please."

"Yeah. I'll go get it." Damon jogged back upstairs.

Bonnie went over and hugged Caroline who buried her face in the space where her shoulder and neck met. "It's okay. She'll be all right."

"I hope so. If I can make it there…if I can get in…she will be."

"Do you want me to come with you? At least to the border."

Damon had returned with the charmed necklace before Caroline could answer. She slipped it from his fingers, studied it for a minute before latching it around her neck.

"Thank you."

"Do you want me to come, Care?" Bonnie asked again.

She rubbed her dry lips together and at first she was going to be brave and say no she didn't need anyone to go with her as she went to see about her mother, but then she nodded. If the charm didn't work, if she couldn't get into the heart of Mystic Falls, Caroline wanted her best friend around to keep her from losing her shit.

Damon decided to tag along since Liz was his friend and, he had seen what a revenant's bite could do to a human body after exsanguinating it. Liz was strong, had a lot of fight in her, so Damon was hoping what damage had been done wasn't so severe she wouldn't recover.

The three piled into Damon's car after locking up the house. Twenty minutes later, the Camaro rolled to a stop about thirty yards from the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign. All three got out.

Chills swept through the trio though none shivered as a side effect. Absently, Damon rubbed the spot where the revenant punched through his chest as he flashed back to that horrible moment at the boardinghouse. Within a few paces they stopped inches shy of crossing into Mystic Falls. Close to home and still so far away.

Absently Caroline's fingers crept up and touched the pendant as if that would make it work more efficiently. One boot crossed over into hostile territory then the other. She waited for her human death to slam into her like being pushed in front of a bus. She had even closed her eyes waiting for it.

A minute or two passed or maybe even seconds, but her airway didn't feel as if it were being restricted in any way. Her breathing was fine. She felt okay. Caroline took a few more steps, stopped, and looked over her shoulder. "I'll call with an update later." She pressed the ball of her foot hard into the road and shot off like a jet. Gone.

A/N: I was going to add a bit more to this chapter but I'll save that for a later date. And yes, originally Damon was going to propose so I wasn't just yanking a chain there. I had it all worked out in my head, but putting it on paper it just wasn't working. So apologies to those who were excited about an engagement. I haven't written a love scene in a longgg time so I hope things flowed well and that it made up for the lack of an engagement ;) But Bamon has declared their love and they are together! Yea! In closing, thank you for reading and let me know your thoughts!