Wow, I do believe this is the most consistent I've been with updating. You lucky ducks. Also, I am lucky because I have you guys. Your reviews are so wonderful. Commenting on the story and giving me love. It always inspires me. :)
Anyways, Buffy fans will recognize the two sets of lyrics both in the begining and end of this chapter. I just recently discovered the Buffy Musical Soundtrack was on spotify and I could not stop running this idea in my head because of it. So enjoy my lovelies.
Please note: Un'betaness. Mistakes may be present. Also Jeremy was in this as well and the scene is a little awkward. Partly because I don't like him and partly because sometimes, that's how things are. Nothing dramatic, but all awkward.
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~Whorendous
Life's not a song
Life isn't bliss
Life is just this
It's living
You'll get along
The pain that you feel
You only can heal
By living
You have to go on living
The fuzziness of sleep tingled in her back as Bonnie raised her hands above her head. She could feel her muscles untighten as she yawned. She blinked and then looked around. She must have fallen asleep on the couch when the rest of the gang was trying to figure out how to take down Kai. Her toes wiggled around and she looked down to see her purple socks popping out from under the blanket. She sat up slightly and smiled. She got back. She was here and she did it on her own. The contentment was such a breath of fresh air she didn't want to get up. She leaned forward to lean her forehead on the plush back of the sofa.
"She wakes."
Bonnie grinned and looked up to see one of her best friends leaning on the doorway, two cups of coffee in her hands.
"So she does."
Elena's long hair shook in waves as she laughed lightly. The brunette cleared her throat and indicated to one of the cups she held in her hand.
"Damon…made coffee for you." She let out another small laugh and gave Bonnie a look that conveyed how strange the idea of Damon doing anything domestic towards her friend was to her.
Bonnie sat up, and curled her legs underneath her, to make room for Elena. Elena grinned at the invitation and gracefully plopped herself down while handing Bonnie the steaming beverage. She watched as Bonnie relaxed and inhaled the smell, then blew on it to try and cool the liquid down. She fidgeted and placed her own cup on the side table to her left. She wrung her hands as she waited for Bonnie to take her first sip.
Bonnie finally tasted the coffee and shuffled back into the couch with a pleased sigh. She forgot how good Damon's coffee was.
Elena's mouth turned up into a smile as she watched her best friend. She looked around the room and then opened her mouth to speak.
"I made a cup for you, remembering you took it with cream but then Damon remade it before he left with Stefan. Said you liked it this way now." She paused and chuckled. "It was weird."
Bonnie stilled and looked at her friend from behind the mug. A little twinge of guilt plucked at her and she gave out a sigh.
"Yeah, the jerk would never get us cream and I was stuck with just a single cube of sugar." She shrugged her shoulders. "The taste grew on me and here we are." She looked out the window, smiling at the memory.
Elena shifted in her seat and grabbed her cup of coffee to take a sip. It was odd for her to hear Damon or Bonnie talk about their time away. They seemed…so much closer. And different than she remembered. Then again…there was a reason for that. She braced herself, gearing up the courage to tell her when Bonnie startled her with a question of her own.
"Where did Damon go? I would think he would be attached to you at the hip since he got back." Bonnie gave Elena a knowing smile.
Elena's eyes flitted down and laughed uncomfortably. "Yeah…about that."
Bonnie frowned at the change in Elena's demeanor and set her cup down on the ground. Sitting back up, she scooted toward Elena and placed a hand on her arm.
"What's wrong?"
Elena look up and opened her mouth to say something and closed it again. Bonnie watched her friend squirm around. She was so confused. The two were inseparable and she knew firsthand how much the older Salvatore loved Elena. Four whole months of hearing him talk about her was more than enough proof. Too much, in her opinion. She narrowed her eyes at Elena.
"What did he do? Either way, the guy loves you, no matter how many boneheaded mistakes he makes."
Elena observed her friend and looked her in the eyes. A few months ago she would have sworn Bonnie would have come to the same Damon blame game, but would never had defended him. It was then that she realized exactly how close Damon and Bonnie were now. The time they had spent seemed to have made Bonnie see Damon as a friend. Someone Bonnie cared enough to defend him against Elena while he cared enough to ruin his friendship with Alaric to get her back. That was a huge step in a direction she never saw Bonnie and Damon's relationship to go in. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Elena."
Elena opened one eye and rested her guilty gaze on Bonnie.
"I forgot him."
"What? What do you mean you forgot him?" A pause, "Oh, you tried to move on, I can understand that. You shouldn't feel guilty. You thought we were dea-"
"No. I mean…" Elena stood abruptly, setting the coffee cup on the table with at sharp dink. She had a strange feeling now that Bonnie might not understand. But she was her best friend. She had to try. Elena turned around and looked Bonnie straight in the eye and took a deep shaky breath.
"I, apparently, had Alaric compel me to forget falling in love with Damon. I don't remember anything about us being together."
Bonnie's eyes grew wide as saucers and her mouth parted slightly.
"You did what?"
Elena began to pace back and forth. Trying to explain to Bonnie how she discovered what she did and how it couldn't be unbroken now that Alaric was transformed back to being human.
Bonnie's stomach dropped as she watched Elena burn a hole in the carpet. Her brain was trying to keep up with what Elena was telling her but she could not stop focusing on the fact that she willingly forgot Damon, the love of her life. Poor Damon…Bonnie realized Damon had, after all his work of getting the girl he loved, became second choice again. And that Elena chose the easy way out of things once more. She rubbed her face and a cloud of anger just swirled around her.
"Shut up, Elena."
Elena halted and turned to look at Bonnie. She backed up as she saw the burning glare that Bonnie shot at her. If she had a beating heart, it would be racing. She licked her lips in anticipation of the fight she could feel building up. She wasn't disappointed.
"How could you do that?" Bonnie shook her head. "Never mind. I already know." She stood up and took a step toward her best friend.
"You ran away from the pain. Again. You always freaking do this, Elena!" She put out a hand to stop Elena from speaking. "No. You're going to hear me out this time. I'm sick and tired of seeing you pull the same shit over and over." She her hands on her hips and Elena was briefly reminded of her mother.
"Ever since your parents died, you have been extra sensitive to pain. And both me and Caroline, understood that, so we let it go. But it is getting old. And honestly, it's a stupid thing to do. Life is pain, Elena. It is what makes us human. You take what life gives you and push through the pain. You ran away from losing Damon because you were afraid of how it made you feel and you thought, not for the first time, there was a quick fix."
Bonnie threw her hands up, exasperated. Elena took another step back, stunned at the outburst.
"You are so unbelievable! I had to listen to him prattle on about you for months. Months, Elena. And all he ever wanted to talk about was you. Even when he was losing hope, you were the one fucking thing keeping him together. Normally, I would take your side but…"
Bonnie looked around the room, disbelief all over her face. She pinned Elena with another glare.
Elena glared back. "But you're taking his? Good to see you have a new best friend, Bonnie." She was hurting, it was like Bonnie cared more about Damon than her. Why couldn't she understand?
"I sacrificed myself for him, Elena. He needed you!"
Elena's eyes grew wide at the admission.
Bonnie pointed a finger in Elena's direction. "Elena, you are the only one who can't face pain and loss. Because of your fear, once again, someone else was hurt. You need to get stronger because with the life we lead, I can guarantee this isn't the last of it."
Elena scrunched up her face. "How can you say that? You lost your Grandmother. You know how much it hurts to lose someone! Hell, Damon was the one who did that! And he turned Abby into a vampire. How can you defend him?"
Bonnie nodded her head. "Yes, he did. I'm not condoning his behavior or forgetting it what he did. But you know what, Elena? He feels so much guilt for the shit he pulls, hates himself so much, that it is pointless to hate him. He punishes himself every day." She pointed to her chest with precision. "I've seen it. As for me, I never shied away from reality. I never ran from the pain of sitting at the kitchen table and how it felt to not see Grams making me breakfast. How raw I felt not having her to guide me with my magic. I buckled down and pushed through it. In fact, Caroline did the same! She lost her father, watched him die right in front of her and still didn't break down. Hell, she lost Stefan and she never once flipped her switch. Unlike someone I know." Bonnie crossed her arms and looked at Elena expectantly.
"That's not fair. I lost Jeremy. He was the last piece of our family I had! Unlike me, Caroline still had her Mom!"
"Oh for Christ's sake!" Bonne made a wide gesture with her arms again. "Caroline is in love with Stefan! She didn't freaking have her memories erased of him did she? No. She fought hard to bring him back."
Elena looked back at Bonnie with a hard look. "Yeah, and look where that got you."
Bonnie scoffed and then walked over to the couch. She sat down and started putting on her boots.
"I love you but you run from anything that causes you pain, Elena. Caring for people means pain. Living, especially for our group for some effed up reason, means dealing with that pain. Until you realize this, I'm not ready to deal with you." She finished lacing up her boots and stood up. She brushed away her hair and looked steadily into Elena's glare.
"You have no idea how much you hurt him. While I'm gone, think on this: What would you do if Caroline and I purposely forgot all 15 years' worth of memories of you?"
And with that Bonnie stood up and stomped out of the house.
Elena's body went limp and she dropped to the floor. She flinched when she heard Bonnie slam the front door.
What had just happened?
It took twenty minutes for Bonnie to reach the Camaro. She yanked open the door and sat down. After she shoved the keys in the ignition, she placed her hands on her temples. Taking a deep breath she leaned back and tried to push away the angry tears that were staring to fill her vision. She leaned over and turned the keys. She had no idea where to go but she knew that somewhere Damon was putting up a snarky front. Deflecting his feelings to focus all his rage on killing Kai. She was actually eager to do the same. God, did four months actually help her understand him this much? The prick.
She changed the gear and drove off in the direction she saw people coming from with groceries. She had to go get some supplies for what she had in mind.
Bonnie parked Damon's car and locked it. Walking into the store she grabbed a red hand basket and made her way to the alcohol aisle. She snatched up all of Damon's favorite brands of Bourbon and placed it in the basket. Walking away toward the checkout lines she noticed the baking aisle. She clicked her jaw contemplatively until she finally moved her way over the pancake mix. Placing all the things she needed, she walked back to checkout when she noticed the whipped cream cans. She rolled her eyes and grinned. She snatched one of those too. Stockholm syndrome. She'll blame all of this on Stockholm syndrome.
It wasn't until all her items were on the conveyor belt that she forgot she had no money. Time spent shoplifting in an empty grocery, in a time loop no less, really made her forget the normalcies of living in the present. She laughed and went to grab the basket back when she heard a name call her from behind. She whipped around and there was Jeremy. Her heart raced. She was not prepared for this.
Jeremy walked forward slowly, afraid she was an illusion. He touched her face and then yanked it back quickly. He looked at her sheepishly.
"Sorry."
Her gaze softened and she shook her head smiling at him.
"It's okay. How are you?"
He put his hands in his pockets, eyeing her groceries.
"Um, good. Kinda. What is with the pancakes? I thought you hated those things."
Bonnie jumped and looked at the conveyor belt. She chuckled.
"Not exactly."
Jeremy gave her a questioning look. She waved it off.
"I can't buy it anyways. Since I came back, I'm a little short on money…and ID…"
Jeremy laughed lightly.
"Here, I'll take care of it."
She panicked. "No, Jer, don't worry about it. I'll just come back and buy them later."
He shook his head. "It's the least I could do since I didn't exactly believe you would be coming back."
There was something behind those words, she could tell, but Bonnie went to protest again. He pushed past her and pulled out his wallet. She watched as he paid for everything, including the booze. She eyed the fake I.D. but didn't say anything. Gathering the groceries, she walked out, Jeremy trailing behind him. She reached the car and went to the driver's side to unlock it.
"Woah, I thought Damon crashed this."
Bonnie chuckled.
"Yeah, I got this one from another lifetime." She pat the top of the trunk lovingly. She looked back at Jeremy and grinned but it quickly fell. Jeremy looked at her with a serious expression. Her heart began to pound again and she willed it under control. She had a feeling she knew what was happening. He was breaking up with her.
Jeremy shuffled his feet and looked over Bonnie's head. He just blurted it out.
"Bonnie. I'm glad you're back. I am. But…I can't date someone who frequently leaves me behind. I'm sorry."
She felt the tears building behind her eyes, throat tight. She just nodded.
"Yeah, I understand, Jer."
Jeremy went to hug her but held back. Well, that is awkward.
"Um, see you soon? Elena said we might have a plan to get back Matt and something about killing a murderous warlock?"
She nodded again.
"Yeah. Sure. See ya."
"Bye. Enjoy your pancakes."
Bonnie gave him a small smile then watched him walk away. She leaned against the car and zippered up Damon's jacket. She knew that was going to happen. But she didn't know she would have to confront it so soon. Her body quivered and she could hardly stand. Swallowing with difficultly, she made her way back to the driver's side and opened the door. Sliding back into the leather seats she started up the car and made her way through the parking lot. Hoping to god that Elena would be back at the dorm and not at the house when she returned.
Damon walked into the house from the rear entrance. Instantly, the smell of pancakes assaulted his nose and he blinked in surprise. He took another sniff and smirked as he recognized the magical scent of a witch in his house. A particular witch to be exact.
He swaggered his way into the kitchen and faulted at the door way. He watched with amusement, as Bonnie danced around the kitchen, pouring batter into the skillet. He quirked a fine eyebrow as she started to sing with the music. He had to admit, she was a good dancer. Very good.
"A scrub's checkin' me. But his game's kinda weak. And I know he cannot approach me."
She flipped some of the older pancakes. Then twirled around and moved over to the fridge. She opened it up and leaned over, moving her hips to TLC's No Scrubs that was blaring from the radio. She grabbed the whipped cream can as Damon whistled.
"Daddy likes."
Bonnie jumped and hit her head on the top of the fridge with a deep thud.
"Ow. Damn it, Damon!"
Damon frowned and moved quickly toward her. Grabbing the wrist of her free hand, he pulled her close and pushed her head down to check for any bumps. He sighed with relief.
"You're fine."
Bonnie breathed in his scent. She looked up at him, enjoying his thumb trace the smooth skin of the underside of her wrist. She glared up at him.
"Yes, no thanks to you."
Damon rolled his eyes then glanced around the kitchen. He smirked and looked back at her.
"Missed my cooking that much?"
She scoffed.
"As if. This is for you. I still hate pancakes, you know."
He gave her a quizzical look and moved around the kitchen's island and sat on a stool. He crossed his arms on the island's countertop and leaned forward. He eyed her carefully, taking note the absence of his leather jacket. A twinge of disappointed flared. She looked good in his clothes. He cleared his throat.
"Okay, I know we're all buddy-buddy now but you being so nice is starting to creep me out. What are you up to, little witch?"
Bonnie inhaled sharply and counted to ten. She was here to be nice. To comfort him. She looked at him sternly.
"You need this. To be honest, I think I need it too."
Damon looked at her with his ice blue eyes and she stared back. There was something about his eyes that made her just…stare. It always made funny things happen to her insides and she was always set off kilter because of it. It was infuriating and very helpful fueling their arguments. Especially in the beginning. But this time it sparked something else, something primal and her breath was caught. She bit her lip and shook her head.
"Hand me that plate." She ordered while she shoveled the spatula underneath a finished pancake.
Damon handed her the plate and watched her plate the food curiously. He had been with this witch for months and he still didn't have her completely figured out. The fact that she even accepted him as a friend now, still confused him. But he was grateful for it. He didn't see it until now, but he always wanted her to accept him.
"Eat."
He looked down at the food she set in front of him and made a hum of amusement. There was a smiley face with vamp teeth looking back at him. Warmth filled him and he set his gaze on the witch positioning herself on the stool to his right. Contentment washed over him and he smiled.
"Bon Appetit."
Bonnie smiled back at him.
"Enjoy, Damon."
They finished the meal and made their way to the living room from last night. Bonnie observed the day's light falling into the darkness of night and she rubbed the back of her neck.
"Woah, what the hell? Where did all this come from?" He searched through the liquor cabinet with excitement.
Bonnie secretly smiled as she looked at the fireplace. She walked over and grabbed some extra logs and dropped them in.
"Incendia."
"Using those powers for personal use, I see."
Bonnie chuckled and followed Damon to the couch. She plopped down next to him and watched him pour two glasses out.
"This is one of your favorites right?"
Damon finished the pour and set down the bottle. He narrowed his eyes at her as he handed her a glass.
She took a huge gulp and grimaced at the burning of her throat. Trying to hide her smile she watched the fire.
Damon's eyebrows furrowed and took a sip with her.
"I'm glad you like it."
He looked back at her and it dawned on him. "Pancakes and now bourbon? Okay, Judgey, what is going on? Am I doomed to die again or something?"
She let her smile falter a little.
"Probably." It was a bad joke. They both knew it.
He narrowed his eyes further and nudged her. "Seriously, what is all this for."
Bonnie sighed and looked at him with her green eyes swirling with emotion.
"I know what Elena did, Damon. I…did this because I know how much it sucks to be forgotten. Granted this is worse than anything my father did but…still. What she did was stupid and you are the only one getting hurt for this. I'm here for you, Damon." She saw his eyes open wide and flare with indignity and she quickly added, "No pity. Promise. I just…empathize." She impulsively lifted a hand to his hair and brushed away a stray lock. She looked back into his eyes and smiled grimly.
"I'm here for you."
Damon felt a dozen things at once. First anger which then quickly melted into shame and embarrassment. As he looked into her eyes, he felt her kindness and warmth wrap around him like a blanket. The amount of gratitude he felt for her was overwhelming and it quickly gave way to admiration and affection. No one ever thought about what he was going through with Elena. Not like this. He raised his free hand and gently clasped the one that was running through his hair. He brought the hand to his lips, never loosing eye contact.
"Thank you."
She inhaled sharply and watched with fascination as he tucked her hand to his chest and leaned back to the couch. She turned her head and watched the flames. It was oddly peaceful.
"So how did it all go down?"
Bonnie cringed. "I may have…bitched slapped her." His head whipped so fast to look at her, she swore she heard his neck crack.
"Seriously?"
Bonnie shook her head. "More metaphorically speaking. But I kind of blew up at her. She had a lot of it coming though." She peeled her eyes away from the fire to look at him. "She can't keep pulling stunts like that. Skipping out on emotions isn't good for her." She took another gulp and smacked her lips. "Or for anyone who gives a damn about her. I love her so much and always will. But she needs some tough love right now."
Damon shook his head in surprise. "A girl fight over lil' old me." He attempted to grin at her. "I do hope mud wrestling was involved." She tried to smack him but he held her hand tight and she wasn't putting down the booze just yet. No way.
Bonnie sighed and laughed lightly.
"You're incorrigible."
He playfully winked and then paused. "And you really know every word in the English dictionary." He tilted his head at her and smirked. "You read it when you were a kid, didn't you?"
Bonnie froze, the glass touching her lips. She could feel herself blush. She was easily bored when her father was gone. Reading the dictionary was a habit. Not her fault.
"You did, didn't you? Hah, you're blushing."
She looked at him sharply after setting down her cup on the side table. "How can you tell?" She smirked. "I'm not exactly pale."
He hummed in satisfaction. "I can tell when the blood rushes up to your face. And your scent changes."
Bonnie looked at him aghast. "You can smell the change in my scent? What the hell does that mean?"
Damon smirked. Did she really want him to explain this? Did he? He shrugged. Why not? It could be fun. Plus making her blush was exciting. So was making her angry. Old dog, but no new tricks. He turned and looked at her with mock-seriousness.
"Well, Bon-Bon, as you know vampires have a keen sense of smell. We can smell all sorts of emotions. Witches' scents tend to be naturally stronger with their feelings, most likely due to their magical witchiness."
She squinted at him with disapproval. He smirked wider. "So I can tell when you're angry, sad, and afraid." He took a deep breath and leaned over so he was only a breath away from her face.
"And when you're on your period."
Bonnie's eyes widened, horrified she pushed him away. "What?!"
He held in his laughter. Her face was priceless. She glared at him and yanked her hand from him and smacked him on the head.
"Ow, witchy. Not nice."
She was shaking with embarrassment. He could smell her on her period? Which meant….She groaned. That's why he was always super nice to her during those days back in 1994. He knew he had to tread lightly.
"You are a bastard, Damon."
"You flatter me."
She sighed and shivered. She was a little grossed out and she eyed him warily.
"You disgust me."
He blew her a kiss.
"You love me."
"Ugh, you wish."
"Don't I?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her and licked his lips comically. She couldn't help it, she laughed. She guzzled down the rest of her drink to distract her. The alcohol tickled down her limbs and she knew she was starting to feel the kick.
Damon watched her with keen amusement. He poured them both more bourbon as he contemplated. He didn't dare tell her that her witch blood was…magnetic and whenever he was around her on those special days, he had to try very hard to ignore the pull of hunger and admittedly, lust. So he tried to never work her up in a tizzy during special days, because honestly, from the very beginning of their…er…relationship, getting her angry was such a turn on. Like now.
He took a sip and saw that she was frowning. Turn off.
"What's going on in that judgey little head of yours?"
Bonnie sighed and looked into her glass. "I met Jeremy while I was at the supermarket. It was…awkward. Then he let me know he wanted to break up with me." She took another gulp.
Damon almost broke his glass. That stupid little… He looked at her and realized he was relieved. He never liked them together, he guessed. He smiled down at her.
"Good. You were too hot for him anyways."
Bonnie smiled despite the tears building up and looked at him.
"Yeah…"
The pain in her eyes was clear and it was hard for him not to run and attack the little shit. Damon pushed away his anger and swallowed hard. He brought his free hand the cup around her head and brought her head to his shoulder and then dropped the arm to her shoulder. He started rubbing her back as she began to sob in his arms.
Bonnie cried her heart out as she clung to him, her hand fisted in his black t-shirt. She could not believe he was letting her do this but she was so happy to not go through this alone. This was the only night she was going to let herself cry about this, because she did not have the time to dwell. Not with Kai out there. Not when she has already made the decision to put herself first from now on. She deserved better than to mourn something she couldn't change.
When he felt her calming down finally, he moved his shoulder to prompt her to sit up. He wiped away the last tear from her cheek and quirked the side of his mouth into a smile.
"Good?"
She leaned her head into his hand slightly and looked at him, her thank you brightly shining in her eyes. He look back at her stunned. He could smell the trust and gratitude fly off of her in waves. He realized not even Elena had a hard time showing him this side.
"Yeah, I'm good." She blinked slowly and then the spell was gone. She stood up and drank the rest of her drink and slammed the glass down. She looked back at him with a mischievous smile. One he normally saw before she set him on fire. He narrowed his eyes at her.
"What are you up to?"
She smiled at him and he watched that smile with very little trust.
"Bonnie."
She flitted away from him to the chair on the other side of the room. He watched her pick up his jacket and put it on. His eyes lit up with approval. What the shit? What was it about this tiny thing and wearing that coat? And why did he like it so much? His thoughts froze as she grabbed his free hand and tried to pull him up.
"Woah…woah there, Bon-Bon. You are such a bossy drunk." He set his drink on the floor and voluntarily got up. As soon as he did he felt himself be pulled toward the front door. His brows furrowed.
"Where are we going?"
She shook her head and laughed.
"It's a surprise." She looked back at him and almost ran into the wall but he made sure to steer her away from it. He could tell her walk was sloppy and it was really funny to see her drunk.
She stopped right in front of the front door and turned around to him completely.
"Close your eyes."
He briefly remembered that smile and instantly said, "No."
She stomped her foot and sighed.
"Damon. Please? It's nothing bad."
He hated her then. Because that look she was giving him, reminded him of a child asking for a cookie and damn it. He may be a bastard but he could not say no to that. He was quickly regretting becoming friends with this woman.
He covered his eyes with his hand.
"Okay, now what," he said impatiently. He could hear her giggle as she opened the door. He let her tug him along, even though he knew where he was going. Once he was fully outside, Bonnie finally told him to open his eyes. And when he did, the wind was knocked out of him. There, in all its glory, was his 1969 Chevy Camaro Convertible. He walked over to it, as if he was in a dream. He looked at Bonnie then back at the car, then back at her again.
"Are you kidding me right now?" He opened the driver's door, eyes burning with excitement, and sat down. Bonnie jumped up, her smile so big she thought her face would tear. She had been waiting all day to show him this.
"So…you like?"
Damon popped his head out of her car to look at her.
"I love."
She bit her lip and looked at her shoes. Trying to hide the grin that eventually broke.
"How?"
She walked over and leaned on the car door with her elbow.
"Magic."
He shook his head at her, shock still blinding him. He looked at her with a persistent glare. She rolled her eyes at him.
"Okay…Okay. For the spell I made-"
His eyes widened.
"A spell you made? Jesus Christ, Bonnie, that's dangerous. Even Emily had a hard time performing spells she created. She only did it twice."
Bonnie shrugged. "I wanted to get home Damon. I needed to get home." She raised her gaze to his and he nodded his head in understanding. Suddenly, he felt incredibly guilty.
"I'm sorry."
Her mouth dropped. Damon Salvatore did not do apologies. "For what?"
He sighed and gripped the steering wheel, making his knuckled whiter than normal.
"I didn't get you out. I left you even once. But twice." The absolute anguish she saw play over his face made Bonnie's knees buckle and she moved over to him. Kneeling in front of him she stole one of his left hand from the steering wheel and placed it in her grip.
"Damon. Look at me."
He closed his eyes.
"Damon." He could feel her other hand caress his cheek. They were being more intimate with each other tonight than they had ever been before and it oddly did not feel strange. He wondered why but then he felt her tug on his arm and he looked down at her smiling face.
"I think I was always meant to get myself out. I had to put myself first, something I've never done. And it was the most freeing experience I have ever been through. So believe me when I say this, vampire." She grinned at him and he snorted in response. "I don't blame you. I never blamed you. And I am proud of how it went down. I needed it. I am much better off now."
And Damon believed her.
"Also, this is a thank you."
Damon cocked his head at her and quirked an eyebrow.
She smirked at him slyly. "If it wasn't for your video journal, I don't think I would have had courage to do it."
His eyes widened in shock and then he groaned. His reputation was ruined forever. He let his head hit the steering wheel with a thud, as her laughter burned his ears. Then a thought occurred to him. He placed that evil camera in his bed. Under his pillow. In his bed, on his side. He sat up with a start, a smirk slowly creeping on to his face. He looked at her and leaned down where his nose was touching hers.
Bonnie's breathing became short and shallow. What on earth was he doing? God, either it was the bourbon or his smirk was really that hot…but damn it all Bonnie was turned on. She licked her lips as his ice eyes traveled around her face.
He leaned back, analyzing her, and tapped her nose.
"Someone slept in my bed."
Bonnie's eyes shifted.
"What? No…did not."
Damon's smirk grew wider.
"Yes, you did. You little minx." He lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him.
"So what did you wear?"
Bonnie was startled by the question.
"Excuse me?"
"What. Did. You. Wear? I mean, I don't have woman pajamas just lying around in my room."
Bonnie glared at him, pissed for him making her uncomfortable. But she was drunk, so she did the mature thing and stuck her tongue at him.
"Not telling you."
She got up and stomped her way back to the house.
Damn him…
Damon could feel arousal unfurl within him as he imagined Bonnie in his bed. Finding comfort in the place he slept. And he thought his jacket was bad…He got out of the car, closing the door. He ran in a blur to the front door before Bonnie could make it. He leaned in the door way, his pale arms crossed over each other, and stared her down.
Bonnie was feeling like she was being hunted. She was angry at herself for liking it.
"Ugh, move Damon."
"Hmm….let me think. No." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Tell me what you wore as you slept in my bed, then maybe we can talk."
Bonnie wanted to claw his eyes out. She could see him visualizing it. The pervert.
"Nothing. I…I mean none of your business."
Damon raised his eyebrows. Manly pride oozed out of him and Bonnie rolled her eyes. Did he really think that she would sleep in his bed, of all beds, naked? She sighed, she was tired and she wanted to sleep.
"I wore one of your shirts and panties. Happy now?" She didn't even know why this was so important to him!
Damon's imagination was running a mile a minute. The picture of her sleeping in one of his shirts and panties made his body react in a very unexpected way. A very sexual way.
"Ugh, stop imagining it. I can see you doing it." She tried to push him aside to get into the house but he stopped her. The second lecherous grin of the night hit her and she narrowed her eyes up at him.
There was the anger. Now, he was getting excited.
A moment passed and Bonnie became agitated. She imagined popcorn popping and the effect was instantaneous.
Damon clutched his head in pain. Pain he didn't expect to feel again. She pushed past him and went back to the living room, yelling at him behind her.
"I'm going to bed, you pervert. Unless you want another aneurism, you should too."
Her magic expelled quickly and he watched her sneak off into the living room. Oh, it was sick. Downright sick. That stunt she pulled had made him even more turned on.
Jesus Christ, it had to be the booze. He turned and walked up stairs. It had to be. They were just friends. Weren't they? After all…he had Elena. Right?
Why is the path unclear,
When we know home is near.
Understand we'll go hand in hand,
But we'll walk alone in fear. (Tell me)
Tell me where do we go from here.
