A/N Damon and Bonnie decided to commit to each other, then he claims her as belonging to him, This is a pick up, they are still in the coffin.

*Beta'd by moi but I don't own the characters!

*Please revel in some HEFTY BAMON

NINETEENNINETYFOUR

Chapter rating MA for sexual Content

"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 didn't have to 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 need for closeness, need for possession. At the moment Bonnie decided to allow Damon to call her HIS, his need to 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 the, 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."

She tasted her blood on his lips and got an instant high.

"MINE. Okay?" No one will ever come between us." he says trying to assume utter possession of her.

"Okay." She said to him. Lingering remnant of her blood, on her mouth, mixed with his saliva, was taking her to a familiar place. A place from her dreams A place where, every night she met him and they consorted in an intimate way, while he took her blood and she let him. He feels her heart racing and she can't help it. His body is making her body feel things that she would rather not feel in this coffin.

Her breathing is harder, faster, her pulse is speeding up.

"Bonnie."

"Yes." She says as breathlessly.

"What's going on in your head?"

"My blood. I have never tasted my own blood."

"I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry."

"Mixed with your saliva, and your essence, and I need it. I need this." She says grabbing his face, touching his ascended teeth with her thumb.

"What Bonnie?"

"You… this. I don't want to lose this."

"You won't Bonnie. I'm not going anywhere?"

"But I will. I won't be here forever Damon. I don't want to lose this. Us."

"What are you saying Bonnie?"

"I want you to turn me, Damon. I want to be this way forever."

"Don't play with me Bonnie. Don't play with my emotions. I may be selfish man, but this decision would not be something I take lightly."

"Damon, I know I said slow, and I do want to build slowly. But I also don't want to lose this."

"Bonnie, don't play with my emotions, you know that in doing this, you may very well lose every ounce of witch in you."

"I don't have any powers Damon. I won't lose anything. But I will gain you, for eternity. What could be more fulfilling than that?"

"Bonnie, I don't want you be irrational right now. You may be having a slight blood high. Why don't I let you calm down, and then we can talk about this." The truth was, he would love to turn her, but he knew a secret about Bonnie, and that was that she still very much had magic inside of her. They just hadn't figured out how to manifest it from her body.

"Are you rejecting me Damon?"

"No. Bonnie. I could never reject you."

"You turned Elena. You were more than happy to turn her. I get it. I'm good for now, then you can always go back to her."

Bonnie looks at him and he can feel her anger and pain in the darkness of the coffin. He can see her glowing green eyes.

"How can you say that Bonbon? We don't even know if we will ever leave here, how can I think that way?"

"I don't know. You tell me Damon. There surely is no forever here. Because no one else is sent here to this hell. No one but you and I. Maybe that was for a reason. So that we could find each other. Like really find each other. Then you would turn me, and we would have forever to live out our lives. Surely you can't be banished to this hell for me to die, and you be alone forever?"

"Maybe it was meant to be that way." He says almost callously.

"I hate you right now."

"So we just decided to give THIS, US a chance and you already hate me little witch? What the hell, is this what I have to look forward to, us fighting?"

There is no US, Damon. I am sorry I pushed the idea into your head that you and I could even get along for an eternity."

"Bonbon, don't do this. Okay."

"Do what? Be honest with myself. Elena will always be at the back of your mind. I am at a loss for words. But you know, not really. Get me out of here."

"No way. The sun will burn me alive."

"So." She says with a bratty demeanor.

"Really Bonbon?"

"No. Not really." She recants. "Just let me be." She breaks down crying. She opened herself up again and felt rejected by him again. Just as he did to her the night he left her at the falls. "I'm sick of you doing this to me Damon. I just opened up to you again, and you rejected me. No matter how you see it."

"Bonnie, please don't cry. It's not you, okay. Don't you see all I want to do is protect you?"

"Stop making decisions for me Damon. I am a big girl."

"No. I won't stop, if it means I am looking out for you."

"Yes. You will." She says crying harder. He tries to grab her and hold her, but she is working against him.

"Stop fighting me Bonnie. Stop."

"Get off of me."

"I can't this space is too small, in case you forgot."

"Just let me go then. I hate you." She says with a high pitch.

"You don't hate me. Stop saying that."

She hits at his chest. "Stop trying to hold me right now, Damon. Why can't you just stop trying to protect me, and let me make decisions. You can't have all of the control, Damon. Not forever."

"That is what you would be putting up with Bonnie, if you want an eternity with me, that is what you would be dealing with. You can't even deal with it for five minutes."

He roughly grabs her and turns her body over, forcing her back to him. Then he grabs her hands, and wraps his arms around her, bringing her so tightly to him she can't move. He holds her there. "Stop fighting me, please. Why do you always have to be so damn tough, Bonnie?"

Her crying breaks him down. She is hurt, and feeling rejected. "I would love nothing more than to have you forever, but it would be selfish of me to do that."

"It's my decision."

"But...it's mine if I choose to change you though."

"You'd deny me? I get it."

"No you don't. I already messed Elena up. She would be human again in a heartbeat if she could. I can't handle you changing your mind on me in a decade Bonnie."

"I'm not Elena. She never asked to be a turned. There is a difference. She was turned with no choice. I am making this choice. For us. But you can't handle it, and that is what I meant, by my love is too much for anyone to handle."

"That's not true Bonnie. Jeremy and I are not the same man. I don't even think he ever truly loved you Bonnie."

"Oh. Gee thanks Damon. And what makes you the expert on whether or not another human being loves me or not?"

"Can't you just see that I CARE FOR YOU! Bonnie. I care for you so much, and that is why I battle with myself over right and wrong. I just know I need you, and I don't want that to go away, but turning you is a decision that if you make it, and I accept, you have to understand that for an eternity, you are stuck with me, and there are no take-backs. Bonnie. This is life, and not a game."

"I want you, Damon. That is all that matters to me. That is all that is important."

"How do you know you want me?"

"The same reason you know you want my blood. You just have to have it."

"What?" He got scared, wondering if she knew.

"I know, Damon, that you thirst for my blood."

"How?" He took a pause of fear, of her knowing.

"My dreams tell me. Witches dreams are obviously visions, so you have told me. Premonitions."

He Sighs. He thought she was on to him. "Dreams? What dreams?"

"Every night, I have a dream about you feeding from me. Except the last two nights."

"Really? What happens in your dreams? Are you afraid?" He tries to calm her mood.

"No. It's weird, we have this connection. It is almost as if you and I have this torrid romance. It's really dysfunctional. I know how it sounds. But you feed from me, and I yearn for it now. Like every night in my dreams. I wait for you to come to me."

She looks at the white lining in the coffin, she can't see it, but her body faces away from Damon's as he cradles her from behind. Her finger tips start to trace his bare arms, writing out I LOVE YOU. She has no idea he knows what she is tracing. She traces it over and over. While she speaks, instinctively, she keeps tracing his arms.

"When I come to you, what happens?"

"I don't know. We almost make love. But not sexually. You speak to me and I speak to you, and we don't say much, but our words are exchanges of intimacies. The way you look at me, I feel your eyes burn through me, but they are so comforting to me at night. Your dark eyes." Bonnie speaks softly, her words are coming out of her mouth so freely; seducing him with honestly.

"This sounds pleasant. I want to be a part of your dream. Tell me more."

"I swore I'd never mention this to you Damon. It's embarrassing."

"Don't be bashful, I love listening to you speak. Especially when you speak of you and I." He says lowly in her ear, his teeth grazing her neck.

He makes her moan. His teeth, like in her dreams, do something to her. She bites her lips.

"Tell me more little witch." He continues lowly, speaking seductively in her ear, breathing against her neck.

"Then after we make a consensual agreement, you search my body with your mouth. Breathing on every inch of my skin. Letting your teeth caress my flesh, gently."

"Yeah. Then what?" He says, starting to rub his hands roughly, gripping on her thighs.

You become pretty particular about where to bite. Once in a while you let me choose, but most of the time, you become very calculating of where you want to draw blood from."

"What do you mean?"

"You prefer to draw from places where I have been touched by Jeremy. You erase my memories of him, and whatever it was he did to that part of my body. Then other times, you want to drink from the place that makes me quiver."

"Which is where?" He asks, knowingly.

"My inner thigh." She moans out.

Damon works his hands from her outter thigh to her inner thigh. He starts rubbing and massaging her skin. Dragging his nails across the top layer of her skin. "Where? There?" He says rubbing in a circular motion on her inner most thigh. "Right there, lil witch?" He asks in a whisper.

"Yes." She begins breathing erotically.

His teeth steadily circulating her neck, and her upper shoulder.

"Oh my G-" She barley finishes a sentence.

"You are hot, between your legs. BON!"

"Yes. Stop touching me." She moans out.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because, I can't control this. Stop controlling everything Damon."

"You can't handle me, Little witch. This is me. I'm controlling."

"Ahh haaa." Her moans are getting louder; he is getting excited. She moans like a woman in heat. She is a woman in heat. "Stop, controlling me. Get out of my head."

"No, you want this? Right? An eternity with me. Filled with mind fucks, and control issues."

"Got damnit Damon." She tries removing his hands from her body, but he's too strong.

"That's it baby, say my name." He lets his fingers linger close to her womanhood, steadily massaging her inner thigh.

"Aahh, haaaa, haaaa, my GOD!" Her moans, her arousal; through the roof. All he is doing is touching her thigh, and letting his teeth and breath caress her skin. But he's in her head. Controlling her.

"Not quite God, but close." He says with a sinister smile, ironically, before biting into her neck from behind. Taking her blood. Sucking her life source from her body, tying her pain to her pleasure. Making her throb for his touch, his bite, his suction.

He pulls up for a second, "Naughty little witch. Tell me what you want."

"You know what I want."

"I'm afraid I don't. Why don't you tell me? Slowly. Then beg me, tell me who you belong to."

"Damon, stop this madness."

"I'm giving you a taste of what eternity with a man like me would be like. Now, little witch, tell me." With his finger torturing the surface of material outside of her cookie.

"I want… you… to bite… me. Please. I… belong… to you."

"Your wish… is my command." He takes her blood, one hand groping her inner thigh, the other wrapped around the other side of her neck, pulling her back by her jaw, so he can bite her openly. All the while pressing her against his excitement.

"Mine." He whispers in her ear. "Forever."

Bonnie, wasn't sure how to take that. Was he agreeing to turn her, or was this a part of him controlling her through her blood. She didn't think too deeply at the moment. He was sating her desires, and she was sating his. But she was starting to feel light-headed, because this was the second time he drew blood from her within a short period of time. Her body was phasing, he felt it. He slowly retracted his teeth, from her, before she closed into total darkness, he bit into his wrist, and fed her for a few minutes, then told her to "Rest little witch." She let his words fade from her mind.

She tried to close her eyes, and rest against his body. Her entire being was exhausted. Damon exhausted Bonnie. They hadn't even had sex yet, or been sexual with one another. However, he was an all-consuming man. She loved how he consumed her, because he fulfilled something in her life which she lacked in Jeremy, Elena, and Caroline. But she was trying to figure out what her future with him was. When she'd be comfortable giving herself to him. Her fears for becoming sexual with him, were growing. She knew eventually, they would take the relationship there, but she was afraid of the idea of being intimate with a vampire without her powers to to make an her equivilant. More or less having sex with Damon. He was intimidating, because she knew when the time came, he would want all of her, every square inch, from her mind, to her emotions, to her body. All consuming lover, fulfilling her every need, while she fulfilled his.

Bonnie was intimidated by the thought of Damon, and how well he could control her in an intimate sense. She was afraid of having no control. Without her powers, Damon was liable to work Bonnie's body, and mind in his favor. Bonnie rested her lids, weakened by his thirst, yet filled up emotionally by him, satisfied by his need for her. They had only a couple of hours left in the coffin, and she intended to rest against him. Her eyes were filled with visions of forever, whatever forever looked like. Forever, right now was May 10, 1994 and it was going nowhere anytime soon. She smiled, at having him holding her. Being okay with her blood for now. Not having made an advance on her sexually. Her heavy eyes muffled out as much sound as she could, except the blood sharing they did accidentally tapped her into the sound of his thoughts.

"I want you FULLY my little witch. ALL of you; and I WILL have you. Soon!"

She didn't want to focus on wrapping her brain around it. It's Damon. She knows what to expect from him, and she can handle him.

May 10, 1994, Day Fifty

Bonnie's POV

Damon and I have given each other a bit of space since the coffin. Except at night. I sleep in his room with him. He told me the guest room is off limits to me. His room is my room. Being in there is intimidating. It has become a place where I feel slightly on guard. However, it is now my room, so I also feel very at home in there. He has made room for everything of mine. He even keeps the CD player by the bed for me. He knows I like to listen to music before I fall asleep. But instead of hearing it all night, he turns it off as soon as I fall asleep. He hates any noise at night. Our sleep pattern is different. He takes my blood mid-day, then again at 2 am. Every 12 hours. He says, he wants to makes sure Malakai gets the hint to stop communicating with me. I haven't seen Malakai in three days. I don't know if I should be worried or not, he wants to help me with my powers. If Damon won't turn me, then maybe I should try. I promised to leave Malakai alone, but if Damon won't give me what I want, Maybe Malakai will. Damon and I still haven't become sexual. Even though I heard his thoughts three days ago, he hasn't pressured me. He hasn't even made mention of it. I try not to enter his mind anymore. We share blood at his second feeding of the day. Every night at 2 am, he takes from me, then feeds me. He has to, because feeding from me twice a day takes too much of my blood. With his blood inside of me, we are more in tuned with one another. He is so strong, mentally. He is strengthening me.

Damon's POV

Bonnie and I spend our days separately. Accept when I feed from her in the afternoon. It was the best decision. But at night, she belongs to me. No exceptions. She is not allowed to even go in the guest room when she's angry with me. She knows her place, is in next to me every night. I gave her two weeks to decide if she really wants me to turn her. If she agrees, we will let her have one more birthday as a human, then I will turn her. Her birthday is at the end of the year. We are currently in June, and my birthday is coming up soon. I haven't told her what I want yet. But it is simple, I want her. I want her to give herself to me completely. Fifty days, this is a record for me. Fifty days of watching her strut around in little to nothing. Fifty days of her biting her bottom lip. Fifty days of her innocent smile. Fifty days of smelling her arousal every night before she showers. Fifty days of wanting to break her in to me, and fifty days of being tortured by her perfect braless nipples. Fifty days of respecting her boundaries. Fifty days of grey. I can't wait to take her. Her body is so ripe; I can't imagine what it will feel like to be inside of her. Sex four times in her entire life, with baby Gilbert. Ha, please! I can only imagine how tight she is. I go crazy imagining what she will feel like wrapped around me. I beat my meat in the shower to keep the smell of her from making me attack her. God her smell makes it hard to tame my demon. So I take blood from her twice a day. The substitution of blood is all that tames HIM. I take her blood a second time at 2 am. I do this to control her dreams. I'm hoping to meet Malakai so I can KILL him.

Bonnie sits on the bed waiting for Damon, to get out of the shower so she can take one. When he comes out, his towel is barely being held up. She takes a large gulp of an empty swallow. She looks down and gets off of the bed, walking around him.

He grabs her by her upper left arm, "Why do you always avoid me when I step out of the shower, Bonnie. Every night. Don't I stir certain feelings within you… as a woman?"

"Damon, you have a beautifully sculpted body."

"That is it? You dig my abs?"

"No, I just can't think about anything past that."

"Why not?"

"Damon. Let me take a shower. Fighting is the thing I don't wish to do with you." She says tugging her arm away from his grasp.

"Bonnie, you are MINE, I made that clear. I won't let you deny me your full self for much longer."

She looks at him and nods her head. She walks to the bathroom to take her shower. The bathroom in his bedroom.

"Leave the door open."

"Damon?"

"Yes, sweet pea?" He says sarcastically.

"Why should I do that? I would like privacy."

"What about MINE don't you understand?" He smells the air around her, her essence prevalent. "God, I can smell you." He says with lusty eyes. He's fighting back his inner demon.

"Keep your smell under lock. Control the little devil inside of you Damon. Now I know you want all of me. To claim me as yours. I understand, but ultimately I am mine Damon. Before I am anyone's."

"Ha. That's humorous, Bonbon. You ultimately belonged to you… Until three days ago. I've been very patient. Now I am going to tell you that, the decision to be with me, means we share everything."

"Damon, I get that. I want to share everything with you. I just want you to be patient with me."

"I am patient. My birthday is coming up. You have until then." He said with seriousness. "Keep the door open."

"Damon. Why are you being stubborn and difficult?" She asked with an attitude.

"Bonnie, I have always been this way." His face got serious, and he looked impatient with her. "An eternity with me is a long time. I am making sure you are ready for that."

"You are trying to get me to change my mind."

He gives a small laugh of the sinister nature. "I am not a man who plays around with eternity. I'm going to make sure, you are sold on the entire idea, I am a difficult, demanding, controlling and selfish man. But I am loyal, passionate, loving, hopelessly romantic, and poetic when the time arises. I am willing to give you every good thing about me, as long as I am sure you are serious about your commitments to me. Remember, I have an eternity, I don't joke about commitments, Bonbon. Figure out what you want. Keep the door ajar!" He yells, then he makes sure to get her complete attention and tells her, "And Bonnie, If I want you, I will take you!" He says putting the fear of God in her. "Mine." He says throwing a towel to her hands roughly.

She catches it and walks into the bathroom. Leaving the door open. She slowly undresses herself. He watches. Carefully. She slowly releases her body from the confines of her clothing. Her Caramel skin is Mocha shaded these days, since they are in mid spring every day. Her silhouette is comparable to an hour glass, and she moves with such ease, her grace is one a fragility. When she turns the shower water on, he watches as she waits for it to warm up before she gets in., He sees her body goose bump from the cool air. He is not use to this. His skin has no sensitivity to moderate temperature changes.

Bonnie was being watched like a hawk. She could feel his eyes burning her skin. She refused to turn to him, only allowing him to see her back side. He was fine with it. When the water warmed up, she stepped in, and the contrast of the cool air and hot water made her give off a quick shiver. She lathered her body slowly and washed herself. She took her time, cleaning and massaging her own body.

His thoughts were not pure, he wanted to be lathering her himself. His animalistic counterpart forcing its way to the surface, but he was fighting every urge to release the bloodsucking demon that wanted to take Bonnie, whether it be against her will or not. Her body and blood called to his inner demon, and he gripped the bed post to contain his urges. Fighting himself. He cracked his heavy oak wood bed post with the strength of his fingers.

Damon was beyond turned on by her. She was subtle, not trying to be sexy. He made a mental note that he would spend every night watching her shower. The way she rubbed her lathered body, and the way her breathing hitched, when she felt turned on by his watching her. Her hair fell damp when she stepped underneath the water, tight curls, hit her neck and shoulders, spiraling onto her skin, soapy water covering her entire body. She begins to turn slowly to him and he lost some control. Breaking the bed post he cracked. Bonnie jumped at the scene of his blood shot eyes and blackened veins. Her frontal fully exposed now she tried to move from his line of sight, and it was too late he vamp sped to her, capturing her wet body with one arm, throwing her over his shoulder and speeding her back to his bed.

"Damon!"

He threw her onto his bed. He was in a crazed state. Approaching her body slowly, hovering her with his.

"Please, Damon think about what you are doing."

He continues slithering over her. His eyes are telling a story; his previous self wasn't. His eyes wanted to do things to her, she wasn't ready for. He stayed predatorial. She slapped him hard across the face. Nothing. It changed nothing of his advances. She slapped him a second time even harder. He shook it off and smiled sadistically at her. Laughing, mocking her lack of strength.

"Mere mortal strength."

"Bastard." She says.

"What? You make me laugh."

Her prevalent fear excites him. "I'm ready for your pussy now."

"Damon, I promise, your birthday." She caresses his evil face for a kiss. Places her lips slowly on to his and kisses him. He calms down entirely.

She looks up at him, his eyes are baby blue again. She smiles.

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend… I mean… this is what you do to me. I am sorry."

"I told you, I can handle you."

"For an eternity, Bonbon?" He asks smirking shyly.

"For however long I have to." She says. Then she kisses him the way he kissed her in the coffin. This is their second real kiss. His naked body reacting to hers.

"Oh." She says when he is pressed against her.

"I'm sorry. I can't help the affect you have on me."

"Well, what do you plan to do about it you little devil you?"

"There are lots of things to do besides having sex." He says taking her lips in a kiss.

"You are right." She says with a sneaky, and eerie way in her attitude.

"I can show you." He says confidently.

"No. I can show you." She says, taking control of him. Winking her eyes at him. She reaches to kiss his lips, but bites his bottom lip instead, slightly stretching it, then turning him on his back and grabbing him by his manhood.

She wraps two hands around him. Stroking him gently. Up and down, her hands go to work. Both of her hands twist in opposite directions as she uses her saliva to lubricate him. His eye stare at her in disbelief. She watches him then his pipe, then back to him. Looking at him while she twists her magical fingers around his joy stick.

"You're not the only one with tricks." She says as she slides her mouth onto him. She eases her ministrations with gentle pressure that tugs at his focus. He wants to look at her, but his eyes can't seem to make his eyes stay open. Her pressure tightens on him slightly, while she continues to lubricate him with her mouth. She begins humming on him. Deep, throaty, guttural hums, vibrating his organ to full penetration. Her mouth somehow makes it almost all the way down his pipe, what she can't cover her hands do. She leaves her mouth as far as it'll go, then she pumps the rest of his shaft with tight movements. He loses it, and cums without warning. She just takes it, all the way down her throat. He loses his mind. When she is done, she climbs on top of him and says, "I can handle you, anytime, Salvatore." Kisses him passionately leaving him without air to breath. Then she maneuvers herself onto the bed and pulls him to her. Tonight she holds him. Into her bosom. Turns towards him throwing her limbs around his waist, while he rest with his face between her breast.

Tonight she made him her possession. How can he handle this? Her trying to one up him, match him for power and she was without her powers?

He felt tested, and he wasn't sure he liked it. The experience, he loved, but her mind tactics, he'd be sure to address this, in his own way. For tonight, he knows she needed her rest. He will be waking her in a couple of hours so they could blood share. He knew that, when the blood sharing happens, he will gain control back.

When Damon had woken up he was in bed alone. He slept through the night. He doesn't even remember taking Bonnie's blood. As a matter-of-fact, he didn't. Where was she?

"BONNIE!"

If he didn't wake up and join her in her dreams last night, Malakai could have come back and taken her. "Bonnie!"

He jumped up, he was afraid, she was gone. Taken from him. "Got Damnit. BONNIE!"

He panicked. His body was starting to have withdrawals of her blood already, only because he didn't feel a connection to her. He called her. Over and over, "BONNIE!" His eyes got watery, he started to almost cry, he through his jeans on and ran out of the room down the stairs.

"BON…"

There she was, making pancakes with a CD Walkman head phone set on her ears. Dancing and shaking her ass around the kitchen singing Prince.

"I just want your extra time and your Muah, muah, muah, muah, muah, KISS!"

All f her was there. Her perfect legs, her teeny tiny shorts, her bare stomach, her tank top, and perky nipples for his viewing pleasure.

He sighed.

"You've got to know to talk dirty baby, if you wanna impress me.

You can't be to flirty momma; I know how to undress me.

I want to be your fantasy; Maybe you can be mine!

You just leave it all up to me, and we can have a good time."

She turns to see him, with the syrup in her hands and a huge smile of relief on his face. She walks to him and starts dancing around him.

"You don't have to be rich to be my girl.

You don't have to be cool to rule my world

Ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with.

I just want your extra time and your Muah, muha, muha, muha, muha KISS!"

He grabbed her and kissed her like a man who thought he'd never kiss his girlfriend EVER again. He thought he lost her forever, and that revelation made him realize how lost, and fucked up mentally he'd be without her. He can't be without her, he'd go crazy.

He snatches the headphones off of her ears. She sees his water eyes. Grabs his face to caress it.

"I'll turn you Little Witch. If you are still serious about it, I will turn you!" He said with absolute assurance.

"Really?" She excited jumping on him wrapping her legs around his waist. "What made you change your mind?" Her face filled with happiness and tears of joy.

"Yes. Really. I CAN'T be without you. I WON'T be without you." He said with such absolute and such inclination to the alternate being death to his soul.

"Oh my God. I LOVE YOU!" she said, they both stopped. "Um. I'm sorry I should not have killed the moment."

"No. You just gave my heart a reason to beat louder. You just made my entire eternity."

He looks at her, with the hope that she gave him, without her he'd be so lost. He knew it. He could feel it. HE would be lost without his little witch.

"I LOVE YOU BONNIE BENNETT!" He took her in a passionate kiss.

"God, I want you so bad right now. I'm ready for you. I want to feel you inside of me."

He about lost his mind. "What? Now?"

"Yes, make love to me, Damon. Make love to me."

Although he was dying to make her his fully, claim her body and take her right then and there. He couldn't. He wanted to make it memorable for her.

"No, I want you to be ready, I want to make it special for you."

"Damon?"

"No, Bonnie. I love you, and you deserve the wait you wanted. I still want you on my birthday. But I'm going to make it so perfect for you. I don't want to let you down. I want you to feel like the beautiful, special woman you are."

"Really?"

"Yea. After all, it will be the first of MANY, many years to come. Forever to be exact. You only get once chance at a first impression." He said winking at her.

"Thank you Damon. Thank you so much. It means so much to me that you are willing to wait for me."

"You are my forever. Making you happy starts now."

Her eyes water. "You are my always. Mr. Salvatore. I will always be here; I will never leave you."

"They kiss passionately, and he turns off the pancake grill. He takes her upstairs bridal style.

"Damon, why are we up here?"

"As I said last night, before you tried taking control, I know plenty of other ways to satisfy a woman, Ms. Bennett."

"I didn't try, as I recall I TOOK control. Having my way with you. " She said firmly.

"Well, that all changes right now." He says ripping her clothes off of her.

He goes to work on her body immediately.

Her moans are loud, and it doesn't matter because no one can hear her.

"Oh MY GOD, your devilish tongue. FUCK!" he takes her body and makes her submit repeatedly.

A/N BAMON gets serious. Hope you liked this chapter… Bonnie wants to go full Vamp for her man! Plsu she battles with Damon for some control.

I picked this song purely because Pretty Woman, however I do love this song.

Song Credits

Prince : KISS

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