Damon wouldn't budge no matter what Bonnie did. He was dead weight lying on top of her.
She kept moving underneath him, trying to find a comfortable position, but all it did was awaken the sleeping python and she felt it growing hard and lengthening inside of her.
Bonnie ceased all movement, holding still.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening. How was this even possible?
She began to push against his shoulders, trying to get him off of her.
Damon groaned against her ear, oblivious to her struggling beneath him and began to move.
Slowly.
It wasn't so bad this time. Bonnie laid there looking up at the ceiling.
Well, she definitely wasn't a virgin anymore. That was for damn sure.
Whenever she pictured what her first time would be like of course it was always with Damon.
But not like this.
With him being all inebriated and not knowing who she was. He hadn't opened his eyes once and it didn't take a genius to figure out that he thought she was Elena.
So what did that say about her that she let it happen anyway? In fact, wanted it to.
Bonnie was suddenly brought back in the moment when a rush of pleasure shot through her body making her breath catch in her throat.
She blinked rapidly, holding still.
It was building inside of her the more Damon moved. She moaned softly turning her face towards him, her fingers sinking into his hair.
She gasped closing her eyes, arching upward.
It felt so good.
Her nails dug into his shoulder as her legs instinctively moved to wrap around his waist.
He sat in the chair a few feet from the bed dressed in nothing but his pants watching her sleep, still in shock.
His mind was reeling.
Waking up and finding Bonnie lying naked beside him made all the blood drain from Damon 's face.
How did this happen?
Coming here last night was a complete blur.
He remembered going to Elena's parents house for a dinner party and afterward they got into a huge argument because she accused him of being anti-social during the whole evening, barely talking to anyone and apparently his behavior had embarrassed her.
And not wanting to spend the night at her place, he dropped her ass off at home.
But going back to an empty apartment wasn't an option at the moment either, so Damon went to a bar where he ran into a few co-workers. They had a few drinks. And that's were his mind drew a complete blank. He didn't know what the hell happened after that.
Bonnie stirred in her sleep, drawing Damon's attention back to her.
She was lying faced away from him, the morning sunlight gently kissing the smooth skin of her back.
He knew she was awake when he watched her touch the empty space beside her.
"Damon?" She called out in an almost panicked whisper, sitting up.
He softly cleared his throat. "I'm right here."
Her head turned in the direction of his voice and she was about to smile, but then she saw the guilty look in his eyes.
Her hand gripped the sheet covering her and she dropped her eyes, not being able to take the look on his face.
"Bonnie, I..."
She cut him off, shaking her head. "Don't."
The regret she heard in his voice made her want to cry.
But she wasn't going to.
Last night had meant everything to her and she didn't regret a damn thing and nor would she in the light of day with him looking like he was ready to shoot himself.
She looked so small sitting there. It only made Damon's guilt mount.
He swallowed thickly. "Are you okay?" He asked, because he needed to know. He'd been drinking.
"I'm fine." She replied lowly.
He nodded his head.
But Damon knew she had to be sore right now, if anything because she'd been a virgin.
Oh god, he couldn't think about the ramifications of that right now. He must deal with one thing at a time and right now he had to take care of Bonnie.
He suddenly stood.
Her head snapped up when she saw him reaching for his undershirt putting it over his head.
Hurt filled her. "You leaving?"
"No." He said. "I'm going to go run you a hot bath so you can soak in the tub...it'll make you feel better."
It was silent for a moment as they stared at each other.
She nodded her head.
Bonnie got out of the tub when the water began to turn cool.
She brushed her teeth and washed her face before getting dressed, putting on a pair of sweat pants, a tee shirt and her warm woolly socks.
As she put her hair up into a messy bun, she mentally prepared herself for what Damon was going to say.
Damon knew how to cook simple stuff so while Bonnie was in the bathroom, he made her breakfast.
When she came into the kitchen a plate of scrambled eggs and toast and a small glass of orange juice was waiting for her.
"Thanks." She said, sitting down opposite him.
Damon nodded his head, sitting his mug of coffee down to the table.
Bonnie picked up her fork and began to eat.
The eggs were cold and he forgot to add salt and pepper to them, but she ate it anyway not knowing what else to do.
She could feel him watching her, so she looked up.
He cleared his throat. "Last night Elena and I got into an argument. And instead of going home, I went to a bar. A few guys from work were there. We had some drinks...after that I don't remember anything else." He said going quiet, waiting for her to fill in the blanks.
Swallowing the food in her mouth, Bonnie put her fork down and began. "You showed up here around two thirty in the morning. I let you in and we talked for a while. You were about to leave when you had to go to the bathroom. You took a long time coming out, so I went to check on you and I found you past out in my bed."
Damon's jaw tensed.
Bonnie continued. "I decided to let you sleep because you'd been drinking and it wasn't safe for you to drive home."
Definitely not telling him the part where she kissed him, Bonnie tweaked the truth. "I got in bed and went to sleep and I guess sometime during the night you must have thought I was Elena." She said, dropping her eyes.
Damon visibly paled upon hearing that.
If he thought she was Elena then there was a strong possibility that he wasn't gentle with her.
His hands gripped around the mug, swallowing hard he asked, "D-Did I hurt you?"
Bonnie didn't look up. "You were more gentle the second time."
His eyes widened. Oh god, he took her twice? Damon got up from the table going to the sink, his hands gripping the edge of the counter.
She looked at him. His shoulders and back were so tense.
Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip. "It's okay Damon."
He exploded, swinging around to face her. "No it's not Bonnie...I took your virginity! Your first time should've been with someone you love!""
She stilled.
His voice lowered, softening. "It should have been sweet and tender, not...not..." He ran a shaky hand through his hair not being able to finish. He turned his back on her, his guilt overwhelming.
Bonnie couldn't let him go on blaming himself like this when she was the one to instigate what happened.
But she also couldn't tell him the truth without revealing her feelings for him.
Bonnie had accepted the fact that he could never have romantic feelings for her, but if he were to know that she was in love him with, it would only make him pity her and that was the last thing she wanted from him.
Not liking what she was about to do, she took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger.
"You and your fucking guilt." She said, intentionally making her voice sneer.
Damon turned around in shock, looking at her like she'd lost her mind.
She stood, bracing her hands against the table so he wouldn't see them shaking. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I wanted it to happen?"
His face changed, no longer shocked but angry. "What did you say?" He said, walking towards her.
Straightening her back, Bonnie lifted her chin. "You heard me...maybe I wanted to know what it was like to fuck!"
He froze.
Bonnie cocked her head to the side brazenly. "Did you ever think of that?"
He swallowed hard.
"So ease your guilty conscious Damon. You did nothing wrong...I wanted it."
He took a step back as if he'd been struck and he just looked at her.
"I don't know who you are anymore." His voice almost strangled.
Bonnie gripped the table for support.
"I think I better leave." He said.
She watched stoically as he walked to the sofa and grabbed his coat, but he stopped once he got to the door.
Holding her breath, she waited for him to say something.
He didn't.
Walking out the door, he closed it softly behind him.
Bonnie's grip on the table loosened and she dropped down heavily into the chair.
She didn't know which was worse, not having him love her or him hating her.
WEEKS LATER...
Bonnie's heart was beating so fast as she was being zipped into her dress. Even though backstage, she could clearly hear the MC speaking on stage opening the show.
It was almost time.
Gorgeous girls rushed by her trying to get ready before the music started, signaling them to the stage for the Kevin Kwan charity runway show to showcase his spring collection.
Bonnie was so nervous.
She couldn't believe that she let Lacey talk her into doing this. She was so out of her element! Lacey made like it would be so fun, but oh this was far from being fun.
It was fucking nerve racking!
Yeah, getting her hair and makeup done was fun. And of course wearing the gorgeous beaded waist chiffon dress was also a very big plus.
She felt really elegant and beautiful.
But still with all that being said that didn't negate the fact that she was scared as hell to walk out and "model" in front of all those people.
Lacey had spent the entire week leading up to the event teaching her how to walk like Naomi Campbell so she wouldn't fall on her face. Bonnie's tiny feet were killing her, never having walked so much in a pair of five inch heels in her life!
"Okay ladies, line up!" Bonnie heard from behind her.
Her heart began to race.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine." Her dresser said witnessing her shudder.
"Hope so." Bonnie muttered, turning to face the spiky haired blonde once she was done zipping up the dress. She saw Lacey making her way through the crowd of thin bodies running in high heels to line up.
"Oh my god Bonnie, you look so beautiful!" The older girl said excitedly, hugging her friend.
Bonnie gripped Lacey's arms in panic when they pulled apart. "I can't do this...I can't go out there!"
"Okay, calm down...it's not that serious... just a stupid runway show, so have fun with it." She said, squeezing her slender shoulders.
When Bonnie still looked like she was about to back out, Lacey changed tactics. "I thought you said you were ready to start fresh and step out of your comfort zone?" Pause. "Well, here's your big chance Tyra."
A tiny laugh escaped Bonnie,easing some of her tension.
Lacey was right. She did say that after everything happened with Damon. So taking a deep breath, she forced her nervousness down and squared her shoulders, nodding her head.
"Right. I can do this." She said.
Lacey sighed in relief and decided right then that it was best not to tell her that Damon and Elena were in the audience. She spotted them as she was coming into the venue.
"That's my girl." She said.
She then became very serious. "Now, I want you to be fucking fierce when you go out there...I want you to strut your ass for all it's worth down that catwalk. You hear me."
Lacey wanted to make Damon and Elena bow down.
The music began to play.
"Okay ladies, let's go!"
The first model walked out.
"Go, go!" Lacey said, pushing Bonnie to get into her spot. "Do me proud, baby girl. Do me proud!" She shouted over the loud booming music of NERD's She Wants to Move as Bonnie got in line.
Forty seconds later with hips moving to the jungle beat Bonnie did as she was told and strutted her ass down the catwalk, walking like a bonafide supermodel.
Peeking out from backstage, Lacey gripped the black curtain in her hands, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Her girl was fucking killing it!
She looked at Damon and Elena sitting in the middle of the first row to get their reactions.
Elena's eyes went wide with surprise when she saw Bonnie, but then she got this look on her face that could only be described as hater for life when she saw Bonnie killing it looking like a pro.
But Lacey couldn't see Damon's reaction because the guy seated next to him was sitting forward in his seat ogling the models like some pervert.
Lacey forgot all about the guy when Bonnie rushed to her. The two girls screamed. "You killed it Bonnie...you fucking killed it!"
But she didn't have time to respond because her dresser shoved the second outfit into her hands before turning her around to unzip the dress she was in.
"You got thirty seconds to change, go!"
Bonnie froze when she saw the dress. What the hell? There was no front or back to this "dress" just a plunging V- neck and back with thin strips of silk fabric that would barely cover her breasts and ass.
"Wait, I can't wear this." She said, shoving the very revealing dress back to the dresser.
This was why the spiky haired blonde hated doing charity runway shows because she had to deal with "civilians" and not real models and she was just about to utter this when Lacey intervened, taking the dress from her hands.
"It's okay Bonnie, I know how to tape you in so nothing pops out. I promise you'll be fine."
She sighed, giving in and Lacey pulled her behind the makeshift dressing curtain that gave the girls modeling in the show some semblance of privacy as they changed clothes.
"Did you know she was in the show?" Elena asked, looking at Damon.
"Who dragged who to this fucking event, huh Elena?" He replied angrily, because it was a stupid ass question. How in the hell was he supposed to know that Bonnie would be here? "I didn't want to come remember?"
She scoffed rolling her eyes. She focused back on the runway just in time to see Bonnie walk for the second time and god how she wished she hadn't because Bonnie looked HOT!.
Elena had never seen her look so sexy before.
Beautiful, gorgeous caramel colored skin was on display for all eyes to see. But the thing was Bonnie somehow managed to make the barely-there dress look tasteful.
There was no doubt about it, she had a beautiful little body. She was flawless from head to toe.
Elena looked at Damon out the corner of her eye and saw that he was sitting all rigid in his seat, his jaw tight.
She honestly didn't know what kind of reaction she expected from him.
Lately, he'd been really tense and distracted. All in his head like something was weighing heavily on his mind.
He wouldn't talk to her.
Elena thought maybe he was just getting cold feet about the wedding and if that was the case, she knew how to handle that.
A few reassuring words whispered in his ear and a knee-buckling blowing job would fix that.
Yep, tonight she planned on putting a huge smile back on his face.
Hours later, Damon left a very pissed off Elena cooling her jets at home, alone.
He just didn't feel like dealing with her tonight.
Nor did he feel like going home.
So he just drove.
Twenty-five minutes later he was standing outside her apartment.
He pulled out his phone, calling hers and waited for her to answer.
After a few rings, she finally picked up.
"I'm outside your door...come let me in."