She was going to do it! She called Caroline and told her she was ready to be set up. Caroline was ecstatic and immediately called Elena to let her know. Elena screamed and then looked over to Stefan and Damon, announcing that Bonnie was going out on a date!
Stefan immediately looked at Damon to gage his reaction. His brother shoved his chair back from the kitchen table and left the room. Elena looked at Stefan confused, Stefan just shrugged his shoulders.
He had been aware for a long time of his brothers growing affection for the little witch but said nothing. He thought maybe Bonnie felt the same was also but was to afraid to take the plunge.
"So she uses me to cross some sexual barrier a few days ago and then decides to saddle up to one of Caroline loser set up to get her jollies out?" He said to no one in the car with him, "we'll just see about that!"
He was going to go over to her house and tell her the no way in hell was she going out with some ass munch. Then he was going to kiss her until she begged for it and hopefully invite him to cross another sexual barrier! Oh who the hell was he kidding? He wasn't going to do anything. He was going to wish her luck on this milestone and hope that she has a goodtime.
He did exactly that, he however stalked her the entire night in crow form to make sure that the guy behave himself. The guy was nice enough, pulled her chair out, paid for dinner, and walked her to the door.
"I had a great time Bonnie."
"Me too." She said nervously, is he going to try to kiss me? I hope he doesn't.
"Well," the guy said nervously, "if you aren't busy or have plans next weekend I would love to take you out for a movie."
"I'd like that," She smiled.
"Or dancing," he continued.
That did it , that was it, dancing. Dancing was reserved for Damon and Damon only! He was going to kill this guy, drain him dry and leave his corpse on Bonnie's porch!
" No dancing," she said firmly.
"What, you can't dance? I thought Caroline told me that you were a dance teacher and danced all through high school and college."
" I am and I did, dancing is just," she ran her fingers through her brown hair." It is just something that is private to me, intimate. It's my own."
He smiled," I get it, we have only been out once."
"Yeah."
"I'll call you next week?"
"I'd like that."
"Goodnight Bonnie."
"Goodnight Karl."
Karl! Karl! When has a nice guy every been named Karl. Karl Rove, Karl the guy who betrayed Patrick Swayze in Ghost. Karl Marx! Caroline was an idiot! He wasn't really sure about Karl Marx being evil but it fit into themad rant going on in his mind.
She entered her house and the Karl, spits, left.
He waited for as long as he could before knocking on her door. She was already dressed for bed in a pair of boy short pajamas and a spaghetti strap top.
" Damon, what are you doing here so late?"
"It's only 11 Bonnie, creature of the night remember." He said pointing to himself.
He strolled into the living room and plopped down on the couch. She plopped down on the other end and began to flip the channels on the tv. She had a few candles lit and a glass of red wine on the coffee table.
She took a sip of her wine.
"Aren't you going to offer me a drink?" he asked annoyed.
"You know where everything is, get it yourself." She said still flipping the channels.
"Would it hurt you to be nicer to me?" he asked getting off the couch and pouring himself a glass of his favorite bourboun, he kept at her house.
"Whatever, " she mumbled not realizing the tender mood he was in.
"Whatever what, it would kill you to be nicer to me or whatever you don't give a shit!?"
She finally looked at his face and saw that he was not joking around.
" I don't know where this is coming from. You always fix your own drinks. You know where everything is in the house."
"Maybe Bonnie I want you to fix a drink for me, I mean when Stefan is here you ask him if he would like something to drink but for me you just assume that I want to fix my own drink?"
"You fix your own drinks all the time." She repeated, still confused. " You want me to start fixing your drinks for you?"
"That's not what I'm saying."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, I'm saying." He repeated.
"Yes?"
"I'm saying sometimes a man wants a woman to fix drinks for him."
She burst into laughter.
"Damon what the hell are you talking about?"
"I don't know." He finally gave up, he didn't know what he was talking about and started laughing too.
He sat down close to her on the couch and began to watch the TV show with her. She snuggled up close to him on the couch and rested her head on his chest.
He thought is this how it is always going to be. She goes out on dates and I come over later and hang. He could live with that? Maybe for a little while. But what would happen when she met a nice decent guy and he didn't care about kids and just wanted Bonnie. What if Karl was that guy, what was he going to do? He was so tired of unrequited love. He wanted to not just be touched but to be held, and he wanted it with Bonnie. It was all very frustrating.
"How did the date go?" he finally questioned afraid he had missed something and Karl was Mr. Right.
"Okay, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Yeah, I don't know, he asked me out again?"
"Are you going to go?"
"Maybe, he seemed like a nice guy. And Caro already got her mom to run a background check on him, and he was clean." She giggled and yawned.
" Good Looking out on Blondie's part." He hated Blondie, he was suddenly restless " I better get going, I just stopped by to see how you were." He said rising from the couch.
" You're leaving?"
"Yeah, you're tired, I have am kind of hungry so I am going to stop at the Grille, do what I do and maybe I will get lucky. Who the hell am I kidding look at me, of course I will get lucky!" he smirked wanting her to care.
Bonnie, didn't know why but the thought of Damon getting lucky with someone tonight did not sit well with her.
"Why don't you stay here." She offered." I have blood bags in the freezer and you can sleep in one of the spare bedrooms."
"Not in the mood for bloodbags tonight Bon."
"What about my blood?" she offered shyly.
Another step he thought, one more step closer. His blue eyes widened and he looked at her shocked.
The way he was looking at her made her feel all warm and fuzzy. She would never ever allow him to drink from her, would she? Somehow it occurred to her that this was the most intimate relationship she had ever had with a man. She was going to let him drink from her, touch her. She trusted Damon. Sitting on the couch in the living room she wanted him to drink from her. She might go so far as to say she wanted him. She saw want in his eyes, he wanted her, not just her blood and she was thrilled by it.
Okay okay okay he thought. Say yes. No say no. Okay say something clever. Say something you idiot she just offered you her blood.
"You sure?"
"Yeah." she said trying to sound casual.
" Well if you insist." He said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, he wasn't going to say no. He removed his jacket, threw it on a chair in the corner and sat down close to her again. She pushed her hair back from her neck and shoulders. He pulled her close to him and smelled her hair and rubbed his lips against her neck., savoring every moment. He sank his fangs into the tender flesh and he pulled. He felt her inhale, and then slowly exhale.
Her blood was magical, intoxicating, intense. He pulled a little more and pulled her closer, she let him. She was pulling him closer to her and she moaned. Bonnie moaned. Damon felt little Damon spring to life.
"Bonnie?" he moaned out her name, questioning her.
"Please." She moaned. She didn't even know what she was asking for, but she didn't want him to stop, ever. She felt a tingling between her legs. Damon gently pushed her down on the couch before either one knew it they were kissing. Bonnie was the first to pull away, sitting up swiftly.
"What was that?" He wanted to look at her but he couldn't, if she looked in his eyes, she may see what he was thinking, what he wanted more than anything. Inside of her, to be inside of her, her legs wrapped around his waist as he moved in and out of her. To know everything about her, to love her.
"That was kissing."
"Don't do that again." She said shaking her head.
"Why not? You liked it right."
"Because we are friends Damon. "
"Friends make the best lovers." As soon as he said lovers he knew he had made a mistake.
"Lover's?"
"I didn't mean that Bonnie, well I did mean it, I don't know what I meant. I know I liked kissing you and I think you like kissing me."
She turned away from him slightly embarrassed.
" Don't be ashamed of wanting what you want. I'm not." He said devilishly.
"Damon..."
"What Bonnie." He said growing angry," I can be you friend, hold you when you need to be held, but that's it. You can't see yourself with me?"
" Because I don't think I can give you what you want."
"You don't know what I want."
" I think we should forget this ever happened." She said, she was afraid, afraid of what she felt when he kissed her, afraid of herself. As much as she had grown up and learned about herself over the past 3 years she also knew there were things she still didn't know.
"Fine!" he said grabbing his jacket and stomping to the door.
"Damon, please don't be mad, I'm sorry. I don't want to lose what we have."
He turned to look at her, he saw the fear in her eyes.
He sobered," You are not going to get off that easy Judgy, you're stuck with me." He smirked.
She smiled in relief," See you tomorrow?"She asked.
Just then the mantle clock struck midnight. They both stared at the clock, something had change between them and this was only the beginning, there was more to come. As the clock chimed, both were aware of the shift.
"It is tomorrow," he said softly, walking over to her and kissing her gently of the forehead.
"Happy 23rd Birthday, Bonnie."