AN: Hey guys, Jax, Lacey and Danny are NOT original characters. I borrowed them from other TV shows.
Jax Teller is from the Sons of Anarchy and Lacey and Danny are from the show Twisted.
And since I'm clearing things up, writer's block is the reason why some of my fics haven't been completed, not because I've grown bored with the stories. I don't understand why some people aren't getting this when I've stated it over and over again.
I guess they are not reading my author notes, huh, which just makes this pointless. Lol.
Isabella wanted to murder Damon when she found him in Bonnie's hotel suite the next morning.
She couldn't believe that he spent the night with her. It was bad luck.
But Damon didn't believe in that shit and scoffed at his mother's silly superstitions as he poured a packet of Goody's powder on his tongue, chasing it down with a glass of water to get rid of the killer hangover that was pounding inside his head.
He'd been smart last night and stayed away from the bourbon. It was the shots of tequila that were the culprit behind this hangover, but at least he woke up this morning remembering everything that happened during the night.
Damon was shirtless, sporting only a pair of pants and his killer abs, so when his mother popped him really hard across the back, he felt that shit.
Bonnie knew better then to say anything because Isabella Salvatore was nothing to mess with when she was angry. Besides she had other things on her mind and was to busy trying not to blush every time Damon looked her way, which was often because things had gotten a little heated between them during the night.
No, they didn't sleep together. Damon had kept his word on that front, wanting to wait until their wedding night.
However, he did have his wicked way with her...up against the wall with her legs thrown over his shoulders, eating her pussy.
He made Bonnie cum twice before carrying her to bed. He held her close all night, not even letting her go in his sleep.
While Damon got scolded by his mother, Bonnie sat quietly at the table eating her oatmeal, trying not to think about what happened between them.
But it was so hard to do when images of them kept popping up in her head. Bonnie couldn't get over it. She couldn't believe it actually happened.
Damon went down on her!
And when he was done, he licked his lips like she was the best thing he'd ever tasted and speaking in Italian asked her if she wanted to know what she tasted like and preceded to lick her lips until she opened her mouth, slipping his tongue inside and kissing her in that slow methodical way he'd done just moments ago with her pussy.
The whole experience had been mind blowing.
"Bonnie, why didn't you kick Damon out when he came to your room?"
Yanked from her salacious thoughts, Bonnie's head snapped up and she looked guilty as hell like she'd just been caught doing something wrong.
She gulped, clearing her throat. "Well, he'd been drinking and it was late...I didn't want anything bad to happen to him."
Realizing that Bonnie did the right thing, Isabella sighed.
"Fine. What's done is done." Her eyes went back to her son. "But you need to leave now...Bonnie has to get her hair and makeup done."
Damon's eyes flickered to Bonnie once again. "She doesn't need it."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Alright smooth talker, say your goodbyes because you won't be seeing her again until she's walking down the aisle."
Damon stood up from the table. "Bonnie?"
She got up, placing her napkin down beside her breakfast and walked into the bedroom with him. Damon closed the double doors to give them some privacy from his mother.
Bonnie shyly lowered her eyes when he came to stand before her.
"You've been doing that all morning." He said lifting her chin and making her look at him.
Her face heated up. "I'm sorry. I can't help it."
"Are you ashamed of what I did to you...is that why you won't look at me?"
Bonnie's eyes widened.
Ashamed? Is that what he thought?
"What? No." She said shaking her head. "I'm not ashamed at all... I just need a little time to get used to things."
Damon pulled her closer until she was pressed against his body, his hand almost on her ass.
"I don't ever want you to be shy with me, okay Bonnie?"
"Okay." She answered softly, holding his gaze until Damon lowered his head, kissing her mouth.
Two hours later, everyone in the bridal suite gasped in awe when Bonnie walked out in her wedding dress.
Nonna covered her mouth with the handkerchief in her hand, sniffing softly as she began to get emotional and tear up.
"Well?" Bonnie said nervously, smoothing her hands over the skirt of her gown. "How do I look?"
She hadn't seen herself yet.
"Why don't you see for yourself." Isabella smiled, turning Bonnie around to face the mirror.
Inhaling softly when she saw her reflection, Bonnie moved closer to the full length mirror like she didn't believe her own eyes.
Bonnie had always known that she was pretty, but staring at herself now she looked breathtakingly beautiful. Undeniably so.
"Oh my." Bonnie whispered softly with somewhat of a awed expression on her face.
Everyone laughed as the bride just stared at her reflection.
Her gown was a white off the shoulders, princess cut with flecks of gold detailing on the bodice that flowed into a full skirt with a slight train and with the help of some strategically placed extensions, her hair cascaded down her back in soft loose romantic curls that framed her face, which had only the lightest touches of makeup because as Damon stated earlier, she didn't need it.
Nonna went to Bonnie, gently caressing her face in her wrinkled hands. "Beautiful." She said in Italian.
Isabella touched her hair, loving how pretty it turned out. "She's right Baby, you look so beautiful." She began to fan her face. "I'm going to cry."
Lacey grabbed her camera wanting to capture the moment."Okay ladies, smile."
Isabella took Nonna's handkerchief, quickly dabbing at her eyes before putting her arm around the bride and they all posed for the camera, smiling.
Only one person was missing from the photo and it hurt Bonnie's heart to think about her.
When Bonnie entered the Grand ballroom, Damon Salvatore actually gulped. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she walked down the aisle.
He'd never seen her look more beautiful. Everyone else in the room faded away. Damon only had eyes for his bride.
And the same was true for Bonnie the moment she saw Damon standing there waiting for her.
Everything else just melted away, including her sadness.
It was okay that neither of her parents were at the wedding and that she was walking down the aisle alone because Damon would be her family now.
Bonnie's eyes began to water.
Looking so devastatingly handsome in his black tuxedo, Damon held out his hand to his bride and she placed her small one in his as together they faced the minister.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife and what God hath joined together, let no man put asunder. You may now kiss the bride."
Bonnie held herself in check all through the ceremony, but a tiny tear slipped from her eyes at that moment.
Damon smiled softly down at her as he wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. He then lowered his head, gently pressing his mouth to hers.
Everyone in the room erupted into cheers.
Damon released her. "Mrs. Salvatore." He said piercing Bonnie with a heated gaze before bringing her ringed hand to his lips and kissing it.
Shit.
Bonnie told herself to breathe.
She couldn't think about what the night would bring, otherwise she would never be able to focus and there was the reception to get through.
The reception was held in the Terrance room of the Plaza Hotel, which was utterly beautiful. Everyone was letting loose and enjoying themselves, including Damon who had all the women not related to him fanning themselves as he knelt before Bonnie using his teeth to pull the garter from her leg.
"That boy is just like his father." Isabella said unfazed by the scene playing out on the center of the dance floor. She downed yet another glass of expensive champagne. "May God rest his soul." She said and then almost as an afterthought crossed herself, throwing a kiss up to God.
Lacey and Anna looked at each other and then burst out laughing. Damon's mother was off the fucking chain when she drank, the two having seen her in action last night at the wedding rehearsal dinner.
"Alright Salvatore, save it for tonight!" Enzo yelled out loudly, making everyone laugh.
Poor Bonnie was blushing from head to toe.
Damon's blue eyes smoldered every time he looked at her and it didn't help matters that he kept licking his lips like he could still taste her on his tongue.
Bonnie was so relieved when it was over and she could leave the floor as all the single men gathered around for the tossing of the garter.
More than once she had to catch herself from fanning her face as she walked away.
Kol ended up catching the garter. Lacey was so annoyed because she'd been the one to catch the bouquet.
He ended up stealing the spotlight from the bride and groom when he unexpectedly sang a verse of "Let's Get Married" by Jagged Edge as he knelt before a stunned Lacey Porter, slowly sliding the garter up her leg.
Who knew a white boy from down under could have such a soulful voice?
Danny Desai was looking all crazy like he was going to do something if Kol made one false move on his woman.
While all of this was going on out on the dance floor, Matteo made his way to the head table, but instead of taking his seat, he went over to his brother, whispering something in his ear.
Damon's eyes immediately fell on Bonnie who was seated beside him.
Feeling him look at her, she turned her head to him and seeing the expression on his face, she instantly became alarm. "What's wrong?"
"Your mother's here."
Abbey Bennett stood nervously in the lobby of the Plaza Hotel and watched as her daughter stepped off the elevator with Damon at her side, holding her hand in his.
She looked so beautiful that Abbey's eyes began to water with tears.
"Look at you." She whispered in a strangled voice when Bonnie finally stood before her.
"What are you doing here, Abbey?" Damon asked abruptly, interrupting the moment between mother and daughter. Having lost respect for the woman, it could be heard in his voice.
Bonnie's back stiffened at his tone and for a second there the daughter in her rose up and she almost told her new husband not to speak to her mother that way.
It was crazy how her knee-jerk reaction was to come to her mother's defense even after everything that happened between them.
Taken aback by his attitude, Abbey's eyes widened. "Bonnie's my daughter, Damon. I wanted to be here for her big day."
"But you weren't invited."" He said coldly.
Abbey Bennett swallowed hard. "I know that...but I just had to see my baby girl on her wedding day." She looked at her daughter. "You look so beautiful Bonnie." She said with proud tears in her eyes.
A cold rush of wind swept through the lobby as some people entered the hotel, grabbing Bonnie's attention and that's when she caught a quick glimpse of Mason standing outside in the cold, smoking a cigarette before the door closed shut.
Bonnie couldn't believe it. Her heart began to pound wildly in her chest as her eyes sought her mother's. "You brought him here?" She asked, incredulously.
Abbey's brow furrowed for a second and then cleared when she realized Bonnie was talking about Mason and her heart sank.
"B-Bonnie wait..."
"You brought him here?!" Bonnie screamed hysterically, pointing an accusing finger towards the door.
For a moment, Damon didn't understand what the hell was going on, he kept looking back and forth between mother and daughter when it suddenly clicked in his head that Bonnie was talking about Abbey's boyfriend, Mason.
"You mean to tell me that fucker's here? Outside, right now?" Damon asked and then began walking towards the door not waiting for an answer. "Stay here." He told Bonnie.
Oh god, this couldn't be happening! Forgetting about her mother, Bonnie grabbed her gown, lifting the full skirt so she wouldn't trip as she hurried after her husband.
"Damon no!"
He stopped walking when he realized she was following him and he turned around, his face angry.
"I said stay Bonnie!"
"I'm not a fucking puppy, you asshole!" She yelled, pushing him.
Damon ran a frustrated hand through his thick black hair and forced himself to calm down. "Bonnie please, I need for you to stay here."
But Bonnie wasn't trying to hear that shit. She knew exactly what he was about to do.
"Why, so you can go out there and fight...well I don't want you to, you hear me Damon...I don't want you to fight him...he's not worth it!"
Damon's jaw tensed, his eyes briefly flickering away before returning to her face and Bonnie realized he wasn't going to listen to her.
Disappointment filled her. She swallowed hard. "Fine. Go out there. Beat the shit out of him and get yourself all hurt up in the process...but just know that you won't be doing it for me because I asked you not to."
And turning on her heels she left him standing there.
Abbey stepped in front of her pleadingly, her face distraught. "Please let me explain, sweetie."
Bonnie's green eyes held no sympathy for her, in fact they were empty as she stared at the woman who used to be her mother.
"Stay out of my life...you're nothing to me now."
Abbey staggered back as if she'd been hit.
Bonnie swept past her, not looking back. She was done.
"Oh there he is... Damon dear, it's time to cut the wedding cake!" His mother yelled out loudly, waving him over when he entered the room.
He moved easily around the tables of people, making his way to where Bonnie stood in front of the cake, the photographer loading his camera to take the pictures.
She didn't look at him, smoothing away nonexistent winkles in her dress.
With his camera now ready, the photographer focused on the bride and groom, oblivious of the tension between them as he began to give instructions for the photos.
"Okay, I want you to place your hand on top of hers and then slowly cut into the cake."
Wanting to get this over with, Bonnie picked up the knife. Damon covered her hand with his and her traitorous body responded with her pulse jumping.
"Good, good." The photographer said, taking several photos.
"Now I want you to feed him a piece." He instructed Bonnie.
Not looking into his eyes, she did as she was told and fed him the cake.
But Damon knew how to get her attention. He grasp her wrist, so she couldn't pull away and began to suck on her fingers in his mouth.
Bonnie's eyes snapped to his.
Some of the guests cheered while others laughed. Somebody whistled. Probably Enzo.
He stared her down. Her fingers still in his mouth. His eyes gleaming.
"Excellent." The photographer said, busy snapping more photos.
Bonnie's jaw tensed. She was beyond pissed and it was killing her that she couldn't do anything about it. Damon finally let her go, licking his lips.
"Now you feed her."
Damon picked up a small piece of cake and held it to Bonnie's closed lipped mouth. "Everyone's watching." He reminded her.
Not wanting to make a scene, she opened her mouth and Damon fed her, making a show of licking the frosting from his fingers, his eyes remaining locked to hers.
"Got it." The photographer said, lowering his camera. "Now I just need to get a few more shots of you two dancing and that will be it." He said.
At that moment the Dj put on Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud.
"Perfect." The photographer said, heading in the direction of the dance floor.
Damon held out his hand to Bonnie and she took it. Still angry at him.
Everyone left the floor going to their seats, so that the bride and groom could have their dance.
Damon pulled Bonnie close and she wrapped her arms around his neck as they slowly began to move.
And darling I will...be loving you til we're seventy
Everyone in the room clapped softly as they watched the stunning pair.
They silently slow danced with Bonnie looking over Damon's shoulder instead of in his eyes.
And I'm thinking 'bout how... people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of the hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am...
Damon spoke. "I didn't fight him."
Her eyes went to his face. "You didn't?" Relief clearly in her voice.
He smiled. "We had some words though." He continued. "Some very choice words...Mason knows now that if he ever so much as looks in your direction that I'll kill him."
Bonnie's eyes widened at that.
He touched her face. "I will never let anyone ever hurt you again, do you understand?"
She nodded her head, her eyes filling with tears as she looked at him and that's when Damon saw it for himself.
It was plain as day. Staring him right in the face. Bonnie's love for him. Shining right there in her eyes.
How could he have missed that?
Baby now...take me into you're loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I'm thinking out loud
"What's wrong?" She asked when she saw the strange look on his face.
He shook himself. "N-Nothing." Clearing his throat, he complimented her. "You just look so beautiful... I can't take my eyes off you."
Bonnie's face softened and she smiled at him.
Damon pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and Bonnie laid her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes as they moved from side to side. The song filling the silence.
Maybe we found love right where we are
And maybe we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are
Oh no, Bonnie thought to herself as she held up the very sexy, highly revealing nightgown.
This wasn't hers. She didn't pack this. And then it hit her.
LACEY!
Oh god, why did she switch her nightgown?
She couldn't wear this! Bonnie frantically began searching her suitcase, hoping to find the sleepwear she'd packed, but no luck. There was nothing. All her stuff was gone. There was nothing but this one nightgown. Well damn, what did Lacey expect her to wear to bed for the rest of her honeymoon?
Nothing, Bonnie realized all to soon.
She finally notice the little note sticking out of her clothes and picked it up, reading it.
You won't have that hot little body for long, so flaunt it sistah... you'll thank me later! P.S. I switched your bathing suits too...hello itty bitty tiny bikinis! Lol, have fun, Love ya.
"Shit." Bonnie cussed lowly.
She was dressed in one of the Plaza Hotel's complimentary bathrobes, having just gotten out of the shower. Pulling down the toilet lid, she had a seat.
Damon had gotten them a suite for their wedding night because their flight to Hawaii didn't leave until the next day.
A knock sounded at the bathroom door, startling Bonnie and she jumped. "You okay in there?" Damon asked from the other side of the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She answered.
Damon didn't say anything more.
Realizing that she'd been in the bathroom for close to an hour, Bonnie knew it was time to come out.
Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened and Bonnie walked out. Damon was standing across the room dressed in nothing but a pair of black silk pajama bottoms. His back was turned to her.
Suddenly the soft, smooth sound of Maxwell's Fortunate filled the room and Damon turned around.
His eyes widened.
Bonnie tried not to fidget under his stare, in fact she straightened her back. "This was Lacey's doing...she switched my nightgown...I guess she thought mine was a little to wholesome." She explained.
Damon could literally see everything. Bonnie really was beautiful.
He swallowed hard. "It looks like I owe Lacey a big thank you."
She honestly was shocked. "Damon, you like this?"
He nodded his head. "I like you in it...you're beautiful Bonnie."
Damon held out his hand to her and she went to him, her eyes remaining lock to his as she crossed the room.
"Don't be nervous, alright?" He said softly, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing the inside of her palm.
Bonnie exhaled slowly. That was easier said than done.
"I know what I'm doing." He teased lightly, trying to ease her tension.
Bonnie decided to do a little teasing of her own. "I'm sure you do, Italian Stallion."
Damon's eyes bucked in surprise. Bonnie laughed.
"H-How did you...you were to young to know that's what the girls called me in high school?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "They had little sisters my age Damon...we overheard a lot over the years...trust me."
Damon let that sink in and then his eyes gleamed. "Then it looks like I have a reputation to uphold."
"Yes you do." She said boldly.
Damon chuckled softly before pulling Bonnie to him and capturing her lips. She moaned seconds later when he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. Standing on her tiptoes she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Damon pulled back almost a minute later, breathing harshly. "Fuck." He said trying to catch his breath because Bonnie was laying it on him, like she was the experienced one.
"No." Bonnie said, shaking her head. "Make love."
Damon licked his lips.
"There's a difference between the two, you know." She said, slowly backing away from him and moving towards the bed.
Damon's eyes followed her every move.
Bonnie continued. "And tonight there will be no fucking...it will be slow and gentle, tender and sweet...do you understand?"
Damon nodded his head, looking like he was under some spell.
Bonnie stood still and not taking her eyes off him, she slipped the nightgown from her shoulders and it fell to the floor, pooling at her feet.
"Then what are you waiting for...come and get it, Italian Stallion."