7x03

Starting after Bonnie agrees to help Alaric.

I Can't Lose You

Bonnie rested her face in her hands as she sat on her bed back at the dorm room. God, everything was starting to spiral downwards. How exactly was she supposed to help Ric? Why had she even agreed to that?

Shaking her head, she ran a hand through her hair and looked over at the clock that said 11:06PM. She should definitely be asleep, but what even was sleep anymore?

As she got up to turn the light off beside her bed, there were several soft knocks at her door. She sighed and walked slowly over, still in her clothing from that day and opened the door.

"What?" Bonnie asked, knowing it was Damon, who else would it be?

Damon looked at her, his eyes a little sad and she furrowed her brow.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, stepping back so he could walk in and shut the door behind him.

"You agreed to help Ric?"

Bonnie nodded, "Yeah."

Damon pursed his lips and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Why exactly?"

She took a breath, but wasn't sure what to say...

"I guess, because he's our friend."

This was a shitty answer, Damon knew it, she knew it.

"I highly doubt that that's your reason." he replied, his blue eyes looking right through her.

"We'll, you'd be wrong." Bonnie said turning around to walk away from him, but suddenly he grabbed her arm.

"What are you-" she gasped a little and he turned her around to face him so quickly.

"Bonnie, I heard what he said to you." Damon said furrowing his brow.

Bonnie swallowed, "Oh, okay."

"Okay? That's all you have to say?"

"I mean, he said what he said, you heard it, I heard it. It's fine." she said her chest hurting.

Damon shook his head, "No, it isn't okay. Someone who thinks your pain, and suffering doesn't mean anything, isn't a friend."

"Okay, so he's not my friend then." Bonnie said simply.

Damon was getting angrier and she didn't understand why, but she stepped back when he let go of her arm.

"You don't understand..." he took a deep breath, knowing he needed to calm down.

Damon stepped closer to Bonnie, looking down at her.

"You're important, more important than you know. Way more fucking important than someone who's already dead. And if Ric doesn't think so, he's not my friend either. Especially not after what he said to you."

Bonnie blinked, surprised, and her heart fluttered in her chest a little.

"You lied to me too though, you knew and you didn't make me aware."

"I know, that was wrong. I made a mistake." Damon said placing his hand on her face and she didn't understand what was going on, but she didn't want him to move, ever.

They were silent for just a few minutes as they grew closer.

"I forgive you." Bonnie said honestly, she couldn't stay upset with him, not when he knew what he did wrong.

"What is it about you, that rips my sanity from me and gives it back all in the same second, Bonnie?" Damon whispered, and Bonnie lifted her hand up to cover his that was on her face.

"I couldn't tell you, but whatever it is, you have it." she said softly, everything around her becoming a blur that didn't matter.

"You're not helping Ric." Damon said to her, his eyes scanning her beautiful face.

"Is that an order?" Bonnie asked him.

Damon lifted his other hand onto her face "No, if anything it's a plea."

He pulled her even closed to him, their faces inches apart.

"I can't lose you."

Bonnie exhaled, her breath against his skin.

"Not you." he continued and all in one moment, he closed his eyes, pressing his lips to hers gently.

For the first second, she didn't move, but as her lips melted into his her arms moved upwards to wrap around his neck.

Bonnie kissed him back just as softly as he was kissing her, and it wasn't like any kiss she'd ever gotten before. The thought of whether it was right, or wrong didn't matter.

Their hearts were entwining at every seam.

Damon pulled away slowly, even though she clung to him.

"Every time I look at you, all I see is not Elena." he started, repeating his rant from the other day, but it was much softer this time.

"All I see is everything I need, everything I want, everything that makes me feel like I'm finally myself." Damon continued.

"All I see is, Bonnie Bennett."

"Damon..." Bonnie whispered, running her hand along his chest. She was at a loss for words, once again.

Damon looked over at the pajamas she had on her bed.

"Let me help you get ready for bed?" he asked her, his eyes glimmering.

She nodded, and her hand ached as he pulled away and she was no longer touching him.

But, quickly this feeling was replaced by a tingle all along her skin, as Damon got to his knee's on the floor, placing his hands along the waist of her shorts.

After unbuttoning them, he slowly pulled them down from her body, letting his finger tips run along her thighs, never breaking eye contact with her.

Bonnie inhaled, her face flushing with heat, and she slowly stepped out of the shorts once they were at her ankles. Damon slowly stood back up, running his fingers along her legs, thighs, as he stood.

Next he slid his hands underneath her shirt and pulled it over her head tossing it on the floor, his eyes moving to her breasts, covered by a black bra.

Bonnie wasn't sure what to say, her breathing was growing heavier and the place between her legs was warmer.

Damon grabbed the soft pajama pants from the bed, getting her feet into them, before starting to pull them up, but this time he let his lips press against her legs.

Bonnie's lips bubble with a small uncontainable moan as his lips were suddenly on her thighs.

He lingered there for several seconds before pulling the pajama pants up completely, his face resting on her hip.

Standing up, when she looked in his eyes, she could tell he was going a little crazy, and as he started to pull her shirt on, she grabbed his arm.

"You're all I want, too." she finally said what shed been dying to say, and his lips turned up a little as he looked deep into her eyes.

Damon's hands moved to finish pulling her shirt on her body, his palms pressed against her waist, he pulled her closer to him, so close their bodies were pressed right against each others.

Bonnie didn't hesitate to stand taller on her toes and press her lips to his, unable to stop herself. Damon brushed her hair behind her ear as they kissed, but much to her dismay, pulled away.

"Goodnight, Bon." he whispered, his thumb caressing her face.

"Goodnight." Bonnie said so quietly, she almost didn't hear it herself.

Suddenly, she was alone in her room, the door open and swinging a little on it's hinges...