AN: Well long story short, I got writer's block. DAMN, DAMN, DAMN (How you doin, Florida Evans?) I had this whole plot planned with Hayley interfering in Bamon's marriage, trying to break them up. It was going to be so deliciously angsty, you guys. I couldn't wait for the DRAMA!
But when it came time to put my plan into action, I hit a brick wall. I mean I knew what I wanted to happen but I just couldn't get there.
*DEEP SIGH*
So here's Plan B.
I deleted the last chapter so I can take things in a different direction and hopefully this works with the writer's block and we're able to move forward with the story. If not, then I may give up writing fanfics for a while because it seems as though I've lost my mojo. I already have four uncompleted stories under my belt and I'm tired of anons coming at me like it's intentional as if I'm not finishing these stories because I don't feel like it.
Please don't make me cuss you heifers out because shit is building up. So don't push me because I will go there. Trust me.
Frustrated much, you ask? Hell. Fucking. Yeah.
They're getting on my nerves. Maybe it's just time for me to find a new hobby... I don't know. *DEEP SIGH*
Well anyway guys, sorry for the mini rant. Let's just get on with the story, okay and hopefully you guys like the update.
And if not, oh well...it is what it is.
The moment Damon began absently rubbing her thigh from underneath the table Bonnie knew he was going to fuck her the second they got back to their bungalow.
Having spent a glorious week here in Hawaii with her new husband, Bonnie had learned the signs.
It was the last night of their honeymoon and deciding to be social after having spent the majority of the trip alone together, Damon and Bonnie were seated at dinner and making small talk with the some of the other guests staying at the luxury resort.
Bonnie dragged her eyes away from her dinner to give her husband a quick look and sure enough his eyes were all hooded and shit as he stared at her.
He licked his lips.
Bonnie looked away, her face heating up in a blush. She took a sip of her drink to cool down, still not used to Damon looking at her with lust in his eyes.
Not liking being ignored, Damon slid his hand in between her legs and touched her pussy. That ought to get her attention.
It did.
Bonnie jumped in shock, almost dropping her fruity drink.
Damon laughed out loud, drawing everyone's attention at the table to them.
Bonnie quickly shoved his hand away, crossing her legs while giving him the death stare.
"Care to let us all in on the joke, Salvatore?" One of the guests inquired.
Damon smirked as he brought his glass of beer to his mouth, shaking his head. "Sorry everyone, just a little something between me and the wife."
Like most newlyweds, Damon and Bonnie spent the first day of their honeymoon hold up in bed exploring each others bodies until they were spent.
Well at least until Bonnie was spent because Damon seemed to have the stamina of Hercules mixed with the energizer bunny.
He just kept going.
On their second day in Hawaii when they still hadn't left their secluded little bungalow on the beach, Bonnie realized what a lusty, unbelievably virile man she'd married.
She wasn't intimidated or scared in the slightest.
The new Mrs. Salvatore welcomed the attention her husband lavished upon her.
But on day three, determined to see Hawaii, Bonnie got up extra early taking a long hot shower and getting dressed. She even ordered their breakfast from room service all before Damon woke up.
Bonnie had her little list of all the things they were going to do for the today.
But when Damon woke up, he had plans of his own and they didn't involve wearing any clothes. So the first thing on his to do list was to undress his wife.
He got up from the bed stark ass naked, his dick already starting to harden and rise as he stared at her with a hungry look in his eyes that hadn't gone away since their wedding night.
Bonnie laughed nervously as he began to stalk her around the bungalow.
"I'm serious Damon I want to see the island!"
"And we will...later." He said licking his lips like he couldn't wait to taste her on his tongue.
Damon backed Bonnie up against the wall, bracing his hands on either side of her head as he leaned into her body.
"Mmm." He hummed appreciatively. "You smell good." He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck and gently kissing the tender skin there.
She could feel him growing harder by the second against her thigh.
"Let me in Bonnie." He whispered seductively into her ear before dragging his nose along her cheek and down towards her mouth.
The moment Damon began slowly fucking her mouth with his tongue, Bonnie's body instantly grew wet with need.
It was as if he could smell her arousal, his hand sliding underneath the summer dress she wore and pushing her panties aside, stroking her intimately.
Bonnie gave a little soft moan of pleasure that was so sexy Damon couldn't wait any longer to be inside her.
He entered her in one fluid motion causing Bonnie to cry out.
"You okay?" He asked, his breathing harsh as he began to pump into her tightness.
Bonnie gasped for breath, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Damon frowned slightly. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh god no!" She finally spoke, panting slightly as she gripped the back of his hair in a tight fist.
Needless to say, Bonnie forgot all about her little list.
On day four of the honeymoon, Damon woke up to see Bonnie slowly making her way to the bathroom. And something akin to guilt seized him when he realized that he'd been plowing his dick into her small inexperienced young body none stop since their wedding night.
Why didn't she stop him? Tell him no. Not once uttering a word of protest whenever he reached for her.
And now look, she could barely walk thanks to him.
Damon got up from the bed, slipping on his pajama bottoms.
Bonnie gave a startled squeak of surprise when she felt herself being lifted into his strong arms.
"Damon! What are you doing?"
"I'm taking care of my wife like a good husband is supposed to."
On day five, Damon and Bonnie did everything on her list, starting off with exploring the breathtaking island of Kauai.
Damon specifically chose this island for its lush green tropical scenery, knowing that Bonnie would absolutely love it here and her reaction didn't disappoint.
"Oh my god...it's so beautiful!" She breathed in stunned awe as she took like her hundredth picture for the day. Damon having hired a local tour guide to show them around the island.
That afternoon the two of them hit the beach, every now and then taking a nice little dip into the water to cool off from the hot sun.
But their nice day took a left turn when Damon pulled Bonnie underneath the water getting her hair wet, knowing damn well she had in fucking extensions.
It pissed Bonnie off because Damon knew better. He wasn't brand new to this. He'd been schooled long ago on all things black girl, so he knew that water wasn't her friend. That it had the power to ruin fierce ass hairdos that cost a lot of money to get done.
Bonnie pushed him away when he tried to pull her in for a hug. The motherfucker still laughing.
"I'm not fucking playing Damon, don't touch me!" She yelled angrily, coming out of the water and back onto the beach.
She began grabbing her shit, intending to go back to the bungalow so that she could try and fix her hair. The long, dark tresses soaking wet and hanging heavily down her back.
Hours later, Bonnie ended up having to take the extensions out and put her hair into a ponytail.
Realizing that he'd fucked up big time with his wife, Damon went into fix it mode. Enlisting the help of the resort's staff who within an hour located a stylist on the island who knew how to do "black hair".
That evening Bonnie sat in the comfort of her honeymoon suite getting a Dominican blowout done to her hair while Damon kept her company sitting on the floor, rubbing her small feet.
On day six, Bonnie witnessed a side of Damon she'd never seen before.
It all started when they went to dinner at this really popular local restaurant on the island that turned into a mini dance club after ten o'clock.
Now had Damon known this, they would have gone somewhere else for dinner. Because Damon Salvatore didn't do dancing. He knew how to slow dance, but that was about it. He had two left feet and no rhythm otherwise and he was fine with that, staying in his lane.
But Bonnie on the other hand loved to dance and she was very good at it.
So when Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk came on she began dancing in her seat and after a moment she jumped up, kissing Damon on the lips before shimmying her way out onto the dance floor already knowing not to ask him to come dance with her.
Once on the floor, she threw her arms up in the air and began rocking her hips from side to side to the beat of the song, dancing for her man, giving him a show while he sat at their table watching her with a stupid grin on his face.
Midway through the song, Bonnie dipped low and when she rocked back up, she felt some guy's hand on her hip pulling her back against his body.
Bonnie turned around, pulling away from him, but the guy grabbed her arm keeping her still. "Whoa don't stop pretty lady. I like your moves. Dance with me."
"No thanks. I prefer dancing alone." She said pulling away once again.
"Oh come on, don't be that way." He insisted, not letting her go.
And then all hell broke loose.
"Get your fucking hands off her!" Damon exploded, jacking the guy up by his throat so violently that he immediately let go of Bonnie's arm, trying to pry Damon's hands from around his neck.
Bonnie gasped not believing that this was Damon. It took her a moment to snap out of it and she grabbed his arm, trying to make him stop.
"Damon, oh my god what are you doing?!" It wasn't even that fucking serious.
But Damon didn't hear her. He was gone. Too filled with blinding rage to be reasoned with.
"How dare you put your fucking hands on my wife! My wife!"
The guy began to turn red in the face, spit coming out of his mouth.
"Damon stop!" Bonnie yelled trying to get through to him. "Do you fucking hear me?! Let him go...he can't breathe!"
Damon seemed to snap out of it, roughly pushing the guy away from him who staggered backwards, doubling over and gasping for breath as his hand circled his neck in disbelief.
Damon grabbed Bonnie's arm. "Let's go!"
But she angrily yanked out of his grasp, walking ahead of him. Mad as hell at his behavior.
"That was so uncalled for!" She yelled at him when they got outside of the restaurant.
"The hell it was! That guy put his fucking hands on you!"
"And I was handling the situation, peacefully!"
"So what, you expected me not to do anything?! Fuck that!"
She shook her head sighing, realizing that he was right. Sort of. Yes Damon had every right to come to her defense, it was just how he did it that didn't sit right with her.
"I didn't say that Damon...but you overreacted."
"Overreacted?!"
"Yeah...I've never seen you act like that. You were out of control."
Damon shook his head not the less bit sorry for what he did.
"Well I'm not going to apologize for this Bonnie. You're my wife and I'm not going to stand for anyone putting their hands on you. That guy had it coming."
"But to that extent Damon...to where you choked him out? You assaulted him."
"He touched you." Was all Damon said to justify his actions.
The next morning, their seventh and final day in Hawaii Damon and Bonnie made up, not being able to stay mad at each other. They went to breakfast in the resort's dining area and met some of the other guests staying there, striking up a conversation.
Everyone gushed when they found out Damon and Bonnie were newlyweds on their honeymoon.
"Well no wonder you two have been MIA...you've been busy with other things!" One of the women said, causing everyone to laugh.
Bonnie blushed, lowering her eyes.
"Stop it Deborah, you're embarrassing her!" Another woman chimed in.
Damon took Bonnie's hand in his, bringing it to his lips to kiss.
"Aww!" Everyone said at once.
"It's a pity that today's your last day here." Deborah said disappointingly. Liking the young couple a lot.
"You two must have dinner with us tonight. I insist!"
"Yes!" Everyone agreed at once.
And that's how Damon and Bonnie found themselves having dinner with a table full of strangers on their last night in Hawaii.
After dinner, the newlyweds walked back to their bungalow holding hands. It was such a beautiful night with all of the stars shining brightly up in the sky.
Bonnie almost didn't want to go home, but they had to get back to their life in New York.
Damon opened the door to the bungalow, surprising Bonnie by picking her up and carrying her over the threshold like he did on their first day there.
She laughed holding onto him tightly.
When Damon finally put her down, he held her close letting her body slide against his.
He hadn't touched Bonnie in three torturous days, giving her body a rest from his overzealous affections.
She was back to walking normally, so that was a good sign.
Damon caressed her cheek, staring into her pretty green eyes before lowering his lips to hers. The kiss quickly turned passionate causing both of them to moan with pleasure.
Damon suddenly broke the kiss, needing Bonnie to know that nothing would happen between them unless she wanted it to happen.
"If you don't want this, you can tell me to stop. You know that right?" He said softly as he held her face in between his hands, searching her eyes.
Bonnie reached up to lightly grip his wrists, biting down on her bottom lip as she nodded her head yes."
"But you realized that's never going to happen, right?" She said softly. "Because I'll never tell you to stop."