A/N: I know it's been awhile since I have updated my story and for that, I am sorry. I was busy and completely blocked as to how to write and finish this story. I didn't have a lot of inspiration from the show. Hopefully, this will be a satisfying end to a Bamon story. Thank you again for all the comments, follows and favorites. This was my first multi-chaptered fic and I'm glad people took the time to read it.

Again, I do not own the characters. They are the property of LJ Smith and the CW.

Chapter 13

Immediately following the call, Bonnie was elated. Imagining Damon with his long perfected smirk and ice blue eyes brought a smile to her lips. She knew it was wrong. She shouldn't be, she couldn't be starting to fall for Damon, but she didn't care. She was sure he was starting to feel something for her. She just knew it. He had been so kind and supportive…like he usually was with Elena.

Elena. With that name, it was like a cold bucket of water doused her rising flame of desire for Damon. Elena is my best friend and still in love with both Stefan and Damon. Not to mention, last time I checked, Damon was still heartbroken over Elena. What was I thinking? There could never be a future for Damon and me. I just got to let it go.

With a weary sigh, Bonnie tried to go to sleep. But, she couldn't. Every time she closed her eyes, a myriad of images plagued her. She could imagine a whole relationship with Damon from their first date to their first kiss to the inevitable fight that would lead to passionate lovemaking. And she wanted that. She really did. It surprised her that she would want so much from someone like Damon, but there it was. She could imagine her happiness leading to Elena's heartbreak and pain. She could see Elena's tear-streaked face and obvious pain. She could imagine Damon wanting to comfort Elena which would lead to a tender moment between the two. From there, it was inevitable that they would realize the depth of feelings they had for each other. These last few thoughts made Bonnie feel distraught and alone. She was angry and jealous over something that hadn't even happened. Yet, there was no denying how she felt.

She had to see him. She had to either stop these burgeoning feelings or give in to them. Bonnie never considered herself to be a reckless or spontaneous person, but she did consider herself courageous and definite. And right now, she definitely wanted to find out where things stood with Damon.

Deciding she couldn't wait another moment to talk to him, she rose from her bed. She quickly threw on jeans and tank top and headed out the door to her car. She drove to the Salvatore mansion with a sense of urgency. She wasn't sure what she was going to say to him or how he would react, but it didn't matter.

Finally reaching her destination, Bonnie hopped out of the car and made her way to the front door. Now that she was here, her confidence seemed to be waning. What if Stefan was there? What if Damon rejected her? Even worse, what if Elena was there? Maybe I should just go home. I mean, we could talk tomorrow or the next day. Why the rush?

With a simple nod, Bonnie made a move to leave the porch and head back to her car. Suddenly, the door flew open to reveal a smirking Damon on the other side. "You weren't even going to say hi. I'm hurt."

"Hi." Bonnie squeaked. Where had all her confidence gone? What about all that bravado about confronting Damon? Where did it all go? Come on Bonnie. He's just a guy, albeit a really hot one, but still just a guy. You can do this.

"So, you drove all this way for a 'hi'?"

"No, of course not..."

"Oh." He added grinning wickedly. "You came to see me, didn't you?"

"Actually, I did." She answered with a false bravado. Don't let him see you sweat.

"Is it something you want to discuss outside or can we discuss this inside…that is, if you think you can trust yourself to be alone with me?"

What kind of question was that? It had to be a trick. Was he trying to get her angry with him? "It's not about trust. Don't forget I'm a powerful Bennett witch. Not only are you sworn to protect my bloodline, but also, I can take you down with the snap of my fingers."

"Resorting to threats now, Ms. Bennett? I thought we were past that. Do come in." He smiled and moved to the side to allow her entrance into the foyer.

She hastily walked passed him. She wanted to present a calm and confident front, but she didn't think she would be able to. Not when the only thing she could focus on was Damon and his kissable lips.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Damon inquired once they were both inside. He couldn't imagine what this could be about. As far as he knew, they were on good terms. Had something changed?

"I just…," Bonnie started, not exactly sure what she wanted to admit to him. "I just…I think I like you. A lot, actually. And I'm not sure how to deal with it."

"So, I'm something you need to deal with." He half-heartedly joked. He wasn't sure what she wanted to hear or what he needed to say.

"You know what I mean, Damon. This is hard enough to say…without you being you."

"What do you want me to say, Bonnie?"

"Nothing, Damon. Absolutely nothing. I'll just see you whenever." Embarrassed and hurt, Bonnie tried to push past him. She was determined not to cry in front of him. At that moment, all she wanted was to forget this night ever happened. Why did I fool myself into thinking Damon could actually care about me or even want to be with me? He probably has never even thought of me like that.

Blocking her path, Damon could've kicked himself for saying the absolute wrong thing. "Bonnie, wait. That's not what I meant."

"So, what did you mean?" Bonnie was anxiously waiting.

"You're beautiful…and powerful. You're confident and a loyal friend." Damon began. "And surprising. You're actually fun to be around. And I like you too."

"But…?"

"But, I still have these feelings for Elena. Normally, that wouldn't stop me, but you deserve more."

Bonnie KNEW what Damon was going to say when he started listing her finer qualities and she thought she'd be hurt and running through the door so she could cry alone in her car. But, as she looked him at him, that's not what she was feeling at all. She wasn't hurt; she was pissed. She was angry. What was wrong with him? He was ready to give up whatever they could be for scraps from Elena? She was better than that. She didn't have to waste her time on a vampire named Damon Salvatore.

"WTF?" She seethed with anger. Jabbing her finger in his chest, Bonnie unleashed her fury. "Really, Damon? This is how you want to spend the rest of eternity pining for someone who may or may not ever return your love? You would rather follow behind her like a whipped puppy dog? I get it. I totally get it. Love can make you do some really stupid stuff." With a shake of her head, Bonnie started for the door. She was suddenly exasperated and just plain tired of the whole love triangle. She knew better to get involved and now she had definitely learned her lesson.

"Bonnie, wait-," Damon wanted to stop her. He didn't like seeing her so defeated, but he couldn't help how he felt. He was finally being a "good" guy and he felt worse than he ever did.

Without looking back at him, she replied. "What Damon? What more is there to say?"

Damon wanted to answer, but nothing came to mind. His superior wit and endless charm could find no comment to add levity to this situation.

"Yeah, didn't think so." Bonnie answered defeated, rushing out the door. She wanted to cry, but she would not give him the satisfaction. I put myself out there and he still chose Elena's scraps over me. That's it. I'm done. I knew this whole – whatever it was- was a mistake. Cry? Yeah right! I won't allow myself to be crushed by him. I am Bonnie effin' Bennett. She fumed to herself while getting in the car.

He watched her pull out of his driveway. Mentally, he knew he handled the situation all wrong. I tried. I really tried to do the right thing. What did she want from me? I'm not Stefan. I'm Damon. I can't change who I am for this one girl. He watched her fading tail lights and headed back to his room, still reeling from what Bonnie had said to him. What did she expect me to do? Drop everything for her? It doesn't work like that. So, she tells me she likes me, big deal. Lots of girls like me. Then again, not many have the nerve to show up at my house and confess it. Actually, she looked amazing standing there willing me to reciprocate her feelings, which I do. I mean, she's beautiful, talented, and loyal and…brave. Making it to his room, he stretched out across the bed staring up at the ceiling. He expected to forget about Bonnie, because he was very talented at compartmentalizing his emotions, but visions of her overwhelmed him. He thought of her smiling when she was finally willing to call him her friend. He thought of her wrath during those times when she would witchy-migraine him or set him on fire. He thought of her compassion as she would sit with her friends and make their problems hers. He couldn't help it. He admired her. He loved her. Wait. What did I just say? I love her? No. Not possible. I like her as a witch, I mean, as much as you can like a witch. He tried to focus on anything else. Anything to get his mind off of Bonnie, but the harder he tried, the more he knew the truth.

He bolted to a standing position. It was true. I am in love with Bonnie Bennett. "And I just screwed it up," he sighed. With a confident smirk, he added, "well, maybe not."

Using his vampire speed, he rushed to Bonnie's house. He needed to fix this and he needed to do it now.

Bonnie drove slowly back to her house, she used Kelly Clarkson's "What Doesn't Kill You" as a catharsis for her heartbreak. Yeah, she felt like her heart was breaking in pain, but she wouldn't change anything. She had seen a different side to Damon and she now understood why people could be drawn to him. There's just something about him. Pulling into her driveway, she took a deep breath and exited her car. She carefully opened the front door since she was not looking for a confrontation with her father about sneaking out.

"An all-powerful witch and you're scared to be grounded?"

Ready to defend herself, she turned fast towards the voice and sent a blast of magic to knock this threat backwards.

"What's wrong with you, witchy?" Damon demanded while returning to his feet.

"Damon?" Bonnie questioned, startled. What was he doing here? Was something wrong? "What are you doing here?"

"Why don't you tell me why you blasted me with your witchy power?"

Nonchalantly shrugging and putting on her most pleasant smile, she replied "You startled me." She really wanted to laugh, but she didn't think he'd see the humor in this situation. "Answer my question. What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking. What do you want?"

"No, I need to talk to you."

"Seriously, Damon. It's late. I'm tired. If this isn't a life-or-death situation, can it wait? I don't think I'm interested in what you have to say."

Oh, you'll want to hear this. Damon thought wickedly. But, how should I approach this?

She took his silence as her cue to go in. He obviously was hit by an attack of conscience and needed to unload. But, she was in no mood. She was still feeling the pain of wanting more from him. As she was about to turn the doorknob, she felt his hand grab her arm and turn her so she was facing him.

"Da-," she started to explode, but she felt his cool lips upon hers and somewhere in her brain it registered. Damon was kissing her. She wanted to push him away, but, then again, she wanted this. She wanted him. So, she let herself enjoy this moment. One hand eased around his back, pulling him closer, while the other crept its way to his neck. All thoughts left her mind as she surrendered to Damon.

Damon wanted to shout in victory when he felt Bonnie kissing him back with a sense of urgency. Immediate action is always the way to go.

He wasn't sure how long they stood there kissing. Enjoying the feel of each other's mouths. She didn't even pull away when he aggressively pushed her back towards the door and boldly pushed his tongue past her lips.

Air. I need air. Bonnie thought suddenly overriding her rising desire for Damon Salvatore. Pulling back from the passionate embrace, Bonnie gasped for air. What the hell just happened? Consciously, Bonnie knew what just happened, but why did it happen? Twenty minutes ago, wasn't this the same guy who was letting her down gently? Because of his feelings for Elena?

The kiss, her emotions, her hormones made speaking impossible. She could only manage a few words. "Damon? What?"

He wasn't interested in analyzing what had just happened. He didn't want to discuss it. He knew Judgey would be angry and defensive and twist everything he had to say to her. Why not just kiss her again? That was fun. He took a step closer to her, staring intently at her face, at her luscious lips. He wanted to make sure she understood his intent.

She watched him get closer to her. She didn't stop him. She didn't stop him when his hand caressed her face and lightly brushed her lips, involuntarily making her gasp. She didn't stop him when his arms encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him. She watched his head drop and his lips inch closer to hers. Unconsciously, she raised herself up to meet his lips. She wanted this so badly. Why shouldn't I have this moment?

When Damon pulled back from the kiss, she fought the disappointment that washed over her. "Please, don't stop." She whispered.

A brush of his lips to her. "I…" A peck on her forehead. "shouldn't…" A deeper kiss on the lips. "have said that." A butterfly kisses to her nose. "I should've…" A peck to her collarbone. "told you that…" A nip of her earlobe. "I love you." With that, Damon took Bonnie's lips again. She could feel this kiss throughout her body. If she hadn't been backed up against the door, she would not have been able to stand. Damon was consuming her, heart and soul, and she loved every minute of it.

Wait! Her mind screamed. She didn't want to listen, but she knew she had to. Disengaging herself from Damon was difficult, but she finally was able to. She took a few steps away from Damon so her hands wouldn't accidentally grab him and bring him closer.

Taking a deep breath, Bonnie looked at Damon. I want him. I want this. Why did you stop? Because you told me to stop. I was just kidding. Look at that vampire. HOTT! Leave rational thought for someone else tonight. You deserve this.

Damon waited patiently-well, as patiently as he could- for Bonnie to speak. He could imagine the internal struggle as her emotions were displayed across her face. He knew a way to stop that. Stealthily, he scooted closer to her so he could grab for her, but she sensed what he was doing and effortlessly maneuvered away from him.

"Damon, we shouldn't."

"Yes, we should. You like me. I like you. It's simple."

"It wasn't that simple thirty minutes ago when I was at your doorstep."

"I had some time to think."

"Really?" She remarked sarcastically.

"Yeah. Sometimes, I do stupid things, Bonnie. But, I normally fix them. That's why I'm the better brother."

Her mouth dropped in frustration. She was trying to understand the situation and he wanted to downplay the seriousness of the situation. "Damon, I'm not anyone's second choice."

Damon knew he had to tread carefully. This was his future. "You're not. You're not my second choice, you're my only choice."

"Yeah, that makes it better."

"I didn't mean it like that. There is no choice, because I don't need one. It's you. That's it. The end. Period. Just you. You're the one I want to be with."

"And what if Elena tells you that she wants to be with you?"

"Two girls fighting over me? I'm not seeing a problem."

"Who said I would fight over you?"

"You wouldn't fight for me?" He questioned, sidling closer to Bonnie.

Trying to fight the urge to laugh at his narcissism, Bonnie needed Damon to answer this question seriously. She needed him to understand that she was an all-or-nothing type of girl. "Damon, I'm serious. What if Elena wants to be with you?"

Damon dropped all humor as he took Bonnie's delicate hands in his. He stared intently into Bonnie's eyes, willing her to believe him. "Bonnie. I came to Mystic Falls to find Katherine. She was not who I thought she was. I fell in love with Elena for being who Katherine should have been. I fell in love with you for just being you. You're who I want. So, you'll just have to believe that. Can you?"

Damon was asking her to trust him. Can I? Can I trust Damon with my heart?

"Yes." Bonnie responded, eager to begin the journey with Damon.