A/N I hated not seeing Bonnie on tvd last night. on the other hand Enzo looked good taking charge, I was definitely feeling the way he was portrayed, and the way he got in his feels for Bonnie. Damnit, they got my witch about to be sick on Reynas blood. Curse that freaking huntress. Okay. Enough rant. I hope you like this update.
Unbeta'd on my tablet, I apologize for mistakes now.
Plz enjoy Bamon
May 10, 1994, Day Forty
Bonnie's POV
We never really talked about why Damon left the falls that night. We just kind of gave each other some much needed space the past ten days. We spoke every day, but we were really very distant the first couple of days. The past week we started picking an activity to do every night. It's a way to keep us grounded, and from going insane. We have been having fun with it. We played twister, don't ask how. We played Super Nintendo. We played charades. We played go fish, and connect four on the same night. We try to watch a movie every night. One night, we played hide and go seek. Which was probably the most fun I had in a long time. We have yet to ballroom dance, he said he'd teach me, as soon as he found the perfect record. I'd like to talk him into karaoke, but he swears he'd die first. News Flash buddy, we are dead, sort of.
By the way, the dream with Damon haven't stopped. They come faithfully every night, and I actually look forward to them. I feel like I am having a secret affair with the twin of Damon Salvatore. It makes it easier to be around him, and it also makes me feel really bad having this naughty secret. I haven't told him about it, and I don't think I will, that is pretty embarrassing. It makes me look forward to my sleep.
Damon's POV
If she ever asked me why I left the falls that night, I would be honest with her. I have done enough secrecy with drinking her blood every night, and eliciting a secret affair with her unconscious self. Although, I will say, I have not penetrated Bonnie. I haven't forced myself on her. I just drink her blood, and if she asks me to make her feel good, then I oblige. Which is usually just a little bit touching here and there. I don't overdo it. She wakes up happy every day, so I don't think what I am doing is wrong. Besides, her moans make me feel appreciated.
Bonnie and I started playing games this week. Every night we pick a game to play and we have at it. Then we watch a movie. My favorite game so far was a tie between twister and Hide and go seek. I never got to get into any compromising positions with Twister, but… Bonnie was wearing her "barely there" shorts and her tank top. She had on a bra, but it was a sports bra, which isn't the same as a bra, so I still got a show. I think she knows I look now; I think she wants me too. I look and I have no shame. Since I have started drinking from Bonnie, her confidence has really boosted. I think she credits that to her "dreams." Her breast have gotten a little bigger also. I think they are filling with blood. I can tell because her veins have gotten thicker and they are more prominent under her skin now. And the kicker, there's one very thick vein in particular, that goes all the way from her left nipple, to her neck just behind her ear. I have no idea why such a vein would be placed so pronounced for me, only to stare at it and nothing more. Even though I only bit her that one time on the breast, I have reason to believe that her bigger breasts are for my feeding. I have been tempted, but I will leave it alone for as long as I can.
May 10, 1994, Day Forty- Five
Bonnie's POV
He's my best friend. The thing is, Damon and I just work. We butt heads, and we defy what a relationship between a witch and a vampire should be, but we make it work. My morning conversations are slowly becoming my second favorite part of the day. Every night we do something to help our bond. Sometimes I go to his bedroom and we watch movies. He'll make popcorn, and I will pick the movie. So today at the video Store I grabbed the most popular Vampire movie of the nineties. Which name shall remain anonymous, because Damon, hates cliché's. Go figure. When I first saw the movie a few years back, before I had any clue that Vampires were real, I was kind of captivated by the love story between Lestat and Louie. Then the Love story between Louie and Claudia.
Vampires, for being so grim, dark, and evil beings, are so passionately enthralled into a life for being in love with the idea of love. Vampires are passionate and compelling creatures. I couldn't help but to get turned on. Not in a sexy way, but in a feeling of immense closeness to the loneliness of the characters. I wanted to hold Brad Pitt. His scenes sometimes made me cry thinking of Damon. The two main characters were Damon and Stefan. Only the bond of brothers could never be broken. I couldn't figure out who was Tom's character though. They have both been volatile at one point or the other. But my gut actually went with Stefan. Call me crazy, but after spending this time with Damon, and knowing that Stefan is a Ripper, I can't help but make the comparisons that way. Somehow being thrown in this mix of the Prison world, Damon said I felt like his Claudia. I laughed, and told him, I could never see him as a father figure. He said it was okay, and told me to look at it as more of a maker, and his progeny. My maker? Hmm. Imagine, if I ever let Damon turn me. He'd be a part of me forever. It could never happen. So maybe that makes Elena his Claudia. Nah. He never spoke of her anymore. It was weird, when I brought her up to him, it was almost as if he quickly changed the subject. I tried to keep focusing on the movie and I noticed at one point into the movie, Damon watched me the entire time I watched this scene, captivated by its purpose. I know he watched me and it was uncomfortable for me because I hate when people stare at me, but I could tell he was interested in trying out what I was so captivated by. The thought of it made me freak out, made me feel claustrophobic. I wasn't sure it was something I would even let myself think about past five seconds.
Damon's POV
It's official, Bonnie Bennett knows more about me than any other person on the planet. With the exception of Stefan. She has quickly replaced both Enzo and Alaric in the friend department. I mean, they are still there, but on level of closeness and trust, I'd say it goes, Bonnie, Alaric, Enzo. Enzo is a love hate thing anyway. Well, I guess all of my friendships start out that way. Something is different about Bonnie, she has this pull on me, and I fight her off but her mind is strong. I am weak when it comes to Bonnie. I know I seem strong, but it is the best way to hold my ground with her. I am a predator, that is for sure. I love meeting her in her room at night and doing those things to her. It's about the most control I have with her. During the day, she just wiggles her little nose and I do her bidding. Psh, and she thinks she is powerless here. Yeah, right. If that were the case she wouldn't get everything and anything out of me. The fact that I let her get that movie today. That cliché of a depiction of someone like me. That movie. I almost regretted it the second I let her get it, until I watched her while she watched it. She connected herself emotionally with the characters somehow. I don't know how women do that, but she did it. I watched her as she felt their pain, shed a couple tears, and became infatuated with that depiction of this lifestyle. A particular portion she watched, I could tell she wondered if it could really be possible. I thought, there is no better way than to show her.
"We can do that. You and I." Damon says.
"What? No way. I don't think I can. I would freak out."
"Even if I am in there with you?"
"Yes, that will make it even worse. The space will feel as though it is closing in on us and I might just freak out so much I freak you out."
"You could never do that little witch."
"I don't know. It is a very scary notion."
"Look at how easily they do it. I'd love for you to spend a night in a coffin with me. I think it would be a good way to spend our bonding time. We bond every night, we've done some interesting things, but that, that will be an amazing experience to share with you."
Just as he said that, the two characters in the movie shared a tender moment. Bonnie gulped and tried to cover her nervousness. She got goose bumps and Damon noticed.
"Hey" he said quietly. "We don't have to do it tonight. Give yourself a day to prepare okay. We can do it tomorrow. I promise I will make you feel safe, and I will keep you from being afraid."
"I don't know Damon. I think us being that close will create some uncomfortable feelings."
Damon scoots himself closer to Bonnie on the bed, as in his body against hers. She is laying on her stomach; he is laying on his side. He pushes his front against her side and then asks her, "Are you uncomfortable?"
"Damon, you are very close in proximity to me."
"It'll be like that in the coffin. If you can handle this little Bon, you can handle the coffin. I promise you."
Bonnie rolls her eyes at him, smiles and lets him have this win. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay." She said reluctantly.
"This is going to be a good bonding experience Bonnie. I would never let anyone get into a coffin with me."
"Except maybe Elena."
Damon stared at Bonnie as if she ruined a moment for him, but then he quickly says, "Well, Elena isn't here, you are. So I guess it wasn't meant to be that way right? It was meant to be you and I trying this."
"Yeah, besides you and Elena would probably just have sex." Bonnie laughs and Damon didn't think it was funny.
"Bonnie, for some reason you bring up Elena an awful lot. I mean more than usual. Is there something I am missing here?"
"Like what?"
"I mean; you bring Elena up to me as if you want to remind me of her. I get it she existed, or she exists on the other side. I am not worried about her. I am not thinking about her. As a matter of fact, I am so content with everything, that I don't really have the urge to think about or talk about Elena. I live here now, with you. You and I are in this together. So I'd much rather talk about you and what's going on with you then to talk about her."
"Sorry, I just thought that you wanted me to always remind you of her, you know so we don't forget. So we don't decide one day to remain content, here."
"But I am. Honestly Bonnie, I am content with being here. Are you not?"
"It's just us, Damon."
"So what. I have been around almost 200 years, I have come to realize that everyone will come and go. And if we are lucky, someone might stick around for an eternity."
"What happens if we never leave Damon? Then I will eventually die. You want to be here alone? For eternity."
He never thought about it that way. "Bonnie, you and I will tackle that issue when it becomes one, okay. Until then, I am asking you to enjoy life with me. Let's not even try for a while okay. It is stressful. Let's just enjoy it here, and let's just stop worrying about going home for now. This is my home. Here with you."
"Okay Damon."
Damon smiles at Bonnie and she wrinkles her face at him. As the movie starts to come to an end, Bonnie falls asleep with only about 2 minutes left til it is over. She fell asleep leaning on Damon. At some point during the movie, when they began talking about staying in 1994, Damon sat up and leaned against his head board of his bed, he pulled Bonnie to his chest and laid her back onto him. Damon was a person who's love language was definitely touch. Touch was a big deal for him. That is part of the reason he went in her room every night. The feel of her warm blood and skin sated his contentment. He was afraid to move her. He had two options. He could take her to her room and proceed to feed from her like always, or he could allow her to sleep right where she is. He wouldn't feed from her if she stayed in her position. He would just lie back and hold her all night, which he prefers to do. Because at least then, he could hold her all night, and feel her skin against his, comforting him. She was wearing a tank top, and he was wearing a wife beater. He removed his shirt. Feeling her on his physical skin was the best cure to loneliness.
When it hit about three am, Bonnie woke up and sat on top of Damon, who was lying on his back still. She pulled her shirt over her head and pulled all of her hair to one side of her neck. She was moving in her and Damon's nightly routine sub-consciously. His eyes fluttered opened, and in the dark room, all he could do was feel her on top of him, with her eyes searching for him. "Bonnie? What are you doing?"
"I was waiting for you to satisfy your thirst with my body. I waited a long time, I got tired of waiting."
"What is it you want?"
"I want you to bite me, and fill yourself up. I want to nourish your body with my blood. I want to take care of you."
At that moment, Damon realized he couldn't keep doing this to her. He had to tell her the truth. Not tonight though. He would have his one night with her, holding her in his arms. All night, curing his loneliness. He's wanted to share a bed with her since he got there. Sleeping alone wasn't his favorite thing to do. He sat up and faced the little witch. "Bonnie, I love that you want to take care of my blood thirst. I just want to hold you tonight. Is that okay with you? Can I hold you wrapped up in my arms all night, until we are ready to get out of bed tomorrow?
She felt rejected. She was not aware the rules could change, after all it was a routine. He felt her distance her thoughts.
"Bonnie, It's not that I don't love your blood, because believe me I definitely do. I just really love being skin to skin with you. I think I might like the feel of your skin against mine, just as much, if not more than drinking from you. It makes me feel human."
"Okay Damon. We can do that." So with her shirt off and his off she lay on top of him. Just like that. She lay her chest and stomach to his and he wrapped his arms around her. She fell asleep, and he closed his eyes to her soft breathing, warm breath, and partial drool on his chest. Life in 1994 with Bonnie was easy. Why couldn't life have been this way with her since day one?
He was starting to feel as if things were too good to be true, and he was hoping trouble wasn't lurking around the corner.
May 10,1994, Day Forty – Six
Bonnie's POV
His body against mine felt good this morning. I woke up on top of him, and it felt so comforting. I haven't felt that since Jeremy. I use to love laying against Jeremy. He was so broad shouldered and so muscular and big around me. I loved feeling his arms around me. That is one thing for sure I can say about Jeremy, his protective hold was unrivaled. He held me in tight bear hugs all of the time, and feeling his chest pressed against whichever part of my body it was pressed against it felt good.
Then today waking up against Damon reminded me of that comfort I had once upon a time. The difference was, Damon didn't breath much and Jeremy was much warmer. But the contrast of mine and Damon's body temperature made it a different experience. Not better or worse, but different. I liked how cool his skin felt on mine. I guess it was preview to what it would be like in the coffin. I agreed to lay with Damon in the coffin for an entire day. 'I don't know what I was thinking or why I agreed to that. I can only tell you I am nervous as hell and I hope I don't freak out.
Damon's POV
I woke up the happiest man. Something is going to go wrong, I can feel it. Bonnie and I have been doing great the past couple of weekns. This doesn't happen to me. Something bad is coming I can feel it. I have decided to tell her about my late night activities, when we get in the coffin tomorrow. This way we can face it together, and she can deal with me how she wants and neither of us can run away. I know I do things the selfish way, but my intentions are never terrible. At least they didn't start that way with her.
On a good note, waking up after sleeping an entire night with Bonnie on my chest, was the best feeling. There isn't much more I can say, I loved how warm she felt, and the rhythm of her heart beat is still in my head. What a beautiful sound, Bonnie Bennett's heart beat. She Made me feel human last night and I'm not sure I can let the feeling of her not being around forever go. I wouldn't let her leave me, I'd turn her. I would. Whether she liked it or not. If I can forgive Stefan, Bonnie can forgive me. It may take forever, but we will have forever.
May 10, 1994, Day Forty-Seven
Bonnie's POV
I had a dream just now for the first time, and it wasn't about Damon. It was kind of scary actually. There was a man in my dreams I had never met before, yet he knew of me. We didn't talk much, but he told me he was trying to help me. I was afraid to see what he wanted and at some point Damon woke me up and here I am. Getting ready to go to The crypt with Damon. I can't get that dream out of my head, and I am afraid to talk to Damon about it, because I may just be over thinking it all.
They do say, that witches dream mean something though. Almost certainly they can become predictions. If so, maybe we have an out. Although, I promised Damon I would stop trying for now, so I'd better keep this bit of information to myself.
Damon's POV
I startled Bonnie out of her sleep. It made me wonder what she was dreaming about. This has been day two of me not trying to use her mind control against her. I really am trying to be better towards her. She doesn't deserve for me to lie to her. Now, I am wondering if I made the right choice. She seems shaken up from her dream, and I have no idea what it was about.
Luckily we are headed to the Crypt right now. An entire day of daylight saved for us to bond in the coffin. This is going to be new for me. I hate coffins, but the experience with someone else may make it easier. Bonnie has doubts about it, so I can't allow myself to. We'll see where this goes. I'm beginning to get nervous, being that close to her for twelve hours will either make me or break me.
Salvatore Crypt 5am
Bonnie looks nervous, she watches every move Damon makes to get ready for the experience. He has a couple of bottle of water for Bonnie, but let's her know she should relieve herself in the woods right before they close the coffin.
"How come I have never seen this part of the Crypt before?" Bonnie asks, looking puzzled.
"Well, it was destroyed coming into the new century. This source of sunlight that enters the crypt defeats the purpose of the peaceful nature the crypt should have."
"Oh. Wow, this is beautiful though. It's got one of the greatest views of the sky."
"Okay, Bonnie we are going to do this like its the real deal. It's 5am, the moment the sun starts to peek through that opening in the crypt ceiling, we will close the coffin. I am removing my daylight ring and leaving it in the crypt. This coffin, lying under this crypt opening cannot open at all. This precise area of the crypt gets the most sunlight, so if the coffin opens, this beautiful face will probably melt off and you'll be stuck here alone forever. No pressure Bonbon, just do whatever it is you have to do in the next 15 minutes because we are laying in that coffin at 14 minutes from now and closing it not more than a minute later."
"Maybe you should at least keep the daylight ring inside the coffin in case of an emergency." Bonnie says
"Nah, I'll take my chances." He winks at her.
Bonnie looks around and decides now is the best time to step outside of the crypt to relieve herself in the woods. When she comes back Damon is shirtless.
"Damon why are you shirtless?"
"This isn't for me, it's for you believe it or not."
"Oh yea? Me." She says walking tears him biting her lip. "I have a hard time believing I need a shirtless vampire to be trapped with inside a coffin." Then she rolls her eyes.
"The truth is the temperature inside the coffin will become unbearable for you. Me being not only shirtless but naked, with the exception of boxer briefs will help keep your temperature low. And I suppose give you something nice and smooth to hold onto." He smirks.
"Aja. And that is the Damon Salvatore I know and love."
"Oh, you love me?"
"On a good day. If you're lucky."
"I'm feeling pretty lucky today."
She smiles at him.
"You might want to take off a couple layers of clothes."
"Really? Like what?"
"Just keep on the tank top and those barely there shorts."
"Damon, I'd be almost naked."
"Okay. Don't you trust me Bonnie?"
"I do, it's just we never actually discussed this aspect of it all."
While Damon starts striping down to his boxer briefs, Bonnie gets nervous and begins sweating. She's not even in the coffin yet. "Im only doing this for you. To keep you cool."
"Tell me again why we are doing this?"
"Our favorite movie, we are going to live like our theatrical counterparts, because bonding is what we do. You and I." He offers up an innocent smile, and looks ate her as if she's been given an offer she simply cannot refuse.
She can't help but to laugh. "You're incorrigible, and I have no idea why we are friends. But I'm not complaining. You keep me entertained."
After a few minutes Damon sits in the coffin waiting for her. "Bonnie come on we literally have less than a minute. I'm sorry I wasn't told I'd have to strip down or I would've warn more than boy shorts and a sports bra."
"I'm not complaining."
"Eyes up here Salvatore." She says pointing to her face.
She walks toward him and grabs his hands to help her up. But he avoids that, and just lifts her up pulling her inside and nestled her next to him.
The sunlight starts breaking the barriers of darkness and just as his arm grabs the coffin the light misses his skin; he closes the coffin swiftly.
"You almost got me burned little witch."
"I'm sorry."
They sat there a few minutes in silence. Unbelievable close to one another.
"You know when we talked this out we didn't think it through well enough, it's pitch black in here."
"I knew that Bonnie. I like the idea, it'll heighten every other sense."
"This will be quite a bonding experience. So what now?"
"We bond."
"It'll be kind of awkward if I'm facing the coffin and your behind me don't ya think?"
"Well I'm not complaining, but we can slowly turn you around."
Bonnie's back side was firmly pressed against Damon's front and he had his arm around her. He was prepared to sit that way a while if he had to, it would be the most comfortable way for the two of them to fit for the next 12 hours. Slowly they turned Bonnie's body around to face Damon's. Now they were facing one another. Slightly uncomfortable with Bonnie's knee almost hitting Damon's groin, and his body basically ate hers up.
"Damon, did you ever think you'd be doing this with anyone?"
"Honestly? No. I hate coffins. I'm claustrophobic!"
"What? Then why are we doing this so am I?"
"Too late now right? He said and she could feel him smirk. " I'm still a vampire you have any idea how many coffins I've been in? After a while you just train your mind to be okay with it, even if you aren't!"
"I suppose."
Bonnie and Damon spent a couple of hours just talking about nothing and laughing. After a little bit of that, they take a nap. Well Bonnie naps and Damon holds her against him. He just lies there doing his favorite thing. Holding her and smelling her. Her warm skin, her spicy blood, her tropical scented hair. As her body temperature increased, he pulled her closer to him to cool her down. The more he presses her to him the more he has to train his mind to focus on something else. The only thing that can cover his lustful thoughts and keep him from wanting to be sexual with her is focusing on her blood. It's the only stronger lust his body has. There was no way he was going to take Bonnie's blood in the coffin. Not unless she asked him to.
Damon's body and mind were in conflict. His thoughts were going to an unsavory place and she was going to be the victim of whatever came of it, he didn't think this part through. Her taking a nap would cease their conversation taking his mind to one of two places. He needed something now to get him out of his head. Just then Bonnie starts taking in her sleep.
He enters her dream unannounced.
Bonnie's looking at a light he can't see what's in it, but clearly she is speaking to someone. In another language. Latin Maybe? She looks concerned and she is questioning something. Damon tries to stay out of her line of sight. A set of hands are reaching through the light barrier for Bonnie's hands. She seems very cautious but she is contemplating taking the set of hands reaching for her. She walks in toward the light and lifts her hands.
"BONNIE NO!" Damon runs to Bonnie and grabs for her knocking them both out of the dream.
Bonnie's freaking out. "Oh my God. Damon what was that. Did you see it too?"
"I did. What the hell Bonnie what was that? What were you thinking?"
"What do you mean, I didn't call to that presence whatever it was. It called to me."
"What do you mean how do you know?"
"I didn't want to say anything, but it happened last night also."
"Bonnie you have to tell me these things. We are in an alternate universe any strange occurrence or vision of someone else can seem natural but it can take us to another alternate world Bonnie. It's mind altering, we have to be very careful in the situation we are in. That light could have taken you away from me. For good!" He says freaking out. "Damnit Bonnie." His body feels tense and shaken and strangely warmer than normal.
"I'm sorry, Damon. Look at me. I know you can see me, even if I can't see you. I'm sorry. I should've told you. I won't keep another secret from you. I promise."
Her heartfelt words calmed him a little. She put her hand on his chest over his heart. "I wish I could feel the beat. Seems like it would be racing right now if I could feel it."
He grabbed her hand and put it on his chest firmly. He pressed it against his still beating heart and told her to focus on the sound. Her heightened sense would allow her to feel it.
"Oh my. I... Can... Feel... Your heart! Damon, your heart is beating lowly and slowly. I can actually feel it. It's the most beautiful feeling."
He smiles and she can feel that too.
"You smiled. I can feel that too. Your subtle movements effect every sound wave. It's amazing. You were right Damon." She tells him of his idea about the senses being heightened.
"Maybe one day, I'll be able to make you see me in here. It is possible."
"Wow, this is quite possibly one of the best ideas we've ever had."
"Yes, until you tried to dessert me. Please don't do that again, Bonnie. I'm going to have to keep monitoring your dreams because that wasn't the first time and it won't be the last."
"Damon you don't have to monitor me. I won't go to him."
"Him? He has a name?"
"Yes. He has a name, and he's not a light, he just tried to pull me into it."
"What? What's his name?"
"Malakai!"
"Malakai? He sounds like the gotdamn devil. Bonnie. Don't talk to him, stop talking to him. What if he's trying to pull you into hell or something?"
"I don't think he is. He just has small talk with me, and asks me to practice magic with him. He says he can help me."
"No. Bonnie. That is it. I'm not letting him visit you. You can't communicate with him anymore, Bonnie. Do you hear me?"
"Damon!"
"No!"
She says nothing. She just sits in silence. She lets a minute or two go by. "What if he can help me with my magic Damon?" She pleads with him quietly. "Don't you miss Elena?"
"No."
He's angry she can sense it in his voice, his face, his feel. Yet he is still embracing her and refuses to give her any space. She puts her arms to his shoulders resting her palms and lays her head against his chest.
"I'm sorry. I'll never leave you again. Okay. I promise."
He says nothing. His pulse is heavier but still very low and the sound soothes her. She just lets him hold her and she rests comfortable against him. She feels at home right now against his chest. Bonnie lets his body temperature drop again until it's unbelievably cold. His heart beat is louder and his embrace is softer and his face has softened and his chin rests on her head. Wanting to remain in a good place, she needs to ask him something so they can move past it.
"Damon? I've been avoiding something for the past couple of weeks. But it's been eating at me. I just need to know something. A couple weeks ago you left me at the falls. You stumbled over some phrases and words I can't let go of. How you can't do this, and I was making it hard and you needed to be away from me and yadda yadda yadda. You left me there with my feelings all alone. I cried my eyes out hoping you'd come back, you never did. I was left at a vulnerable place that night with my feelings and my pain, and my friend left me without an ounce of comfort. Why did you do that, why did you leave me there?"
"Bonnie..."
"And be honest. Don't feed me bullshit Damon."
"I left because, I wanted to kiss you Bonnie."
"What?"
"Bonnie, I wanted to kiss you, and hold you, and make you mine. I wanted to make you my everything in that moment. I was battling with my feelings for you. So I left to respect you."
Bonnie takes in everything her mind can try to absorb of his words and what they could mean. "I can literally try and understand everything you said, and make something out of it, or you can plain and simply tell me what you mean. What is this relationship in your mind Damon?"
"You are my best friend, and I am yours. What we have is very special to me, and I would not want to ruin that for any of the mistakes I have made in my entire existence."
"So the part about kissing me?"
"I have feelings for you, Bonnie. I am having a hard time separating them from our friendship. So I left that night, so that I could keep us in a good place."
"What could you have possibly done, to ruin our friendship?"
"The things a man does to a woman when he wants to declare his feelings for her, and make her his."
"Buy me flowers and recite me poetry?" She says laughing at him.
"Haha, very funny little witch." He says unamused. She keeps laughing into his body and the vibration of her laughter in the coffin makes him realize she was tickled by her own lame joke. So he started to tickle her.
"Damon, stop, stop this now. I can't-" She laughs uncontrollably. "I know you can't tell because I am laughing but I absolutely hate being tickled. Please stop tickling me." She continues to laugh. "Where are my flowers and my poetry?" She continues and her laughter ignites his honesty.
"I'll show you." He plants a kiss to her.
Her body froze the minute his lips touched hers. He felt her eyes search for him, and he kept his closed and pulled her into him. Knowing she had no out, he took full advantage of the moment, and as she slowly began relaxing, he found the entrance to her mouth with his tongue and waited for her to invite him into it. It took her a minute, but she did, and her hands moved from his shoulders to his face and his moved from tickling her sides to holding her waist.
They didn't stop kissing. They kept kissing and he kept pulling her into him. The way they were all over each other was making them both feel things they weren't sure they were ready to address with one another. When Bonnie felt Damon's fingers moving her boy shorts, she tried stopping him and she couldn't. His hands found their way to her middle and she accidentally bit him…
"Ow, Bonnie…"
"I'm sorry I'm just nervous."
"Don't be. You're a big girl. Whatever you're nervous about I can guide you."
Damon leans in to kiss her again and she stops him.
"Bonnie, am I reading this all wrong?"
"No. It's just, Damon we need to set some boundaries."
He says nothing but she can feel him get irritated.
"Damon, I don't want anything to hurt our relationship. We get along so well. We've developed a routine at the boarding house, you are my best friend. We can ruin what we have, by making the mistake of thinking we feel more towards one another than we actually do."
"Bonnie, what do you feel towards me? Be honest, with how you feel about me. Forget about Elena. We exist in a world where it's me and you, and Elena or Jeremy don't exist. What do you feel about me, the man who lays here in this coffin holding your hand to his chest so you can feel his fading heart beat. I'm not perfect Bonnie, but I'm perfectly happy here with you."
"Damon, I want to take things slowly."
"Okay."
"I mean, if we do this right, there's no reason we can't really have something special. I don't want to be a back up or replacement to Elena. If we do this, WE DO THIS. Don't make a fool of me, Damon."
"Bonnie, I never want to hurt you."
"So do you have anything, you want to get out in the open before we do this? Anything I should know about?"
He thought about telling her about his late night activities with her, but he felt in his heart would ruin the moment they were having. The thought of her changing her mind would kill him. Finally having Bonnie meant he was getting his happy ending. His was getting the girl, and he didn't have to be someone else, he could forgo being someone entirely different. All he had to do was never take her blood again; without her knowing. Well, he'd have to seriously think about that. Now that her dreams were being invaded, he needed to keep an eye on her.
"No Bonnie. There's nothing I have to tell you, except that, I've never wanted anything more than I want you. In my life, by my side, holding my hand, being my friend, being MINE. I want you Bonnie Bennett, forever."
"Slow, Damon."
"Whatever you want, I'll do. As slow as you want to move, Bonnie. I'm all about it."
"Okay, Damon. Me and you."
"You and me."
He felt her smile, he felt her face light up. She tried to be so laid back about it, but he felt the increase in her heart rate, the rise in her temperature, the warmth from her skin radiate. He was excited just to touch her. He didn't even ask her permission. He went in for the kill, and kissed her as passionately as she let him. His hands roamed her frame with need. Need for touch, need for closeness, need for possession. At the moment Bonnie decided to allow Damon to call her HIS, his need for possession overtook him.
He pulled her warm body against his cold body, and pressed into her allowing his body to almost swallow hers. He wrapped his bigger arm over her and put his hand behind her head with his fingers intertwined in her hair, pulling her lips into his. The sooner their lips collided, he felt his body reacting to hers and he knew she wanted to move slow. He had no way to tame his sexual appetite, except of course his lust for blood.
"Bonnie, my body is reacting to yours and I don't want to do something stupid, I need to take your blood. Do you give me permission to take your blood?"
"Damon?" She asked timidly.
"Bonnie." He asked impatiently.
Her fear was he'd take her blood and have no remorse, he would just feed his insatiable appetite with no regards to her fear. She didn't want that, but she wanted him to be happy.
"Okay. Damon. Okay." She choked out reluctantly.
Two seconds later he ripped into her. She screamed out as if she was in utter pain. Her hands were fighting for Damon to stop but he pinned them, to her sides. She fought him for a total of thirty seconds, then she relaxed into it and her desire grew. Her desire for his fangs digging into her grew, her desire for his sucking her blood grew, her need to be possessed by him grew. Bonnie didn't know what she got herself into. He was making her feel unabashed about what he was doing to her. His lust for her blood made him incredibly controlling, and she gave in to it. When he was done he kissed her with her blood in his lips. He finally had her permission.
"You're MINE Bonnie. Don't ever forget that."
Please, say you liked it. Haha. Either way thanks for reading. I think Bamon is about to take a darker twist in this fic.