A/N: Sorry about the late update. School started and there's been a lot of homework. I'm also a swimmer for school and practice ends at 5, so when i get home I sleep, do homework, eat dinner, then sleep again. The past weekend I've been doing fundraising (for swimming), and then homework. I barely have time to hand out with friends. But things should be cooling down, so I'll hopefully be able to update soon. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Vampire Diaries (books or series), or the characters in them.
I don't own Andrew Belle or his music, although I wish I did.
'Woe is me, sentimental you, and faithful me.'
"Bonnie, what are you celebrating?" Damon asks as he throws his leather jacket on the couch. His fingers graze the silverware on the mahogany table.
"We are celebrating the night you first told me you loved me." She answered from the kitchen.
"Ah," he says this with a heady grin. Bonnie comes out to and notices his smile, and she shifts uncomfortably. "The night you finally let me feed on you. I remember you were so frantic. There was blood everywhere."
She lets out a heavy sigh at the embarrassing memory. "Always the romantic."
He winks at her. "Always."
Damon walks over to her, and wraps his hand around her waist, and holds her hand as if they were dancing. He dips her while kissing her softly and sweetly.
"You are so sentimental." He whispers before biting into her supple neck.
She thinks about all the rough patches in their relationship. All her screw ups and all of his. But she knows he comes back. Bonnie knows that he is faithful.
...
'I will be the one to gaze on you discreetly.'
Tick. Tick. Tick. Boom!
Damon had been ready for it. He knew Bonnie wasn't in a good mood, and his incessant ploys to get in her pants that night were only making it worse.
While walking home, he realized it was his fault for not listening to her while she spoke of her problems. But he didn't seem to mind that her and Elena were in some sort of friendly fight. He didn't like Elena all that much, anyways.
He took his phone from his back pocket and dialed her number.
"What?" She answered in a monotone voice.
"I was wrong."
"I know that, Damon." She responds.
"Well?"
"Well, what? Saying that you're wrong isn't an apology, and quite frankly I don't forgive you."
He chuckled. "Bonnie, come on. It really wasn't that big of a deal."
"You weren't listening to me at all, Damon! Its not like this is the first time that you've done this. Sometimes I swear, you're only using me for sex-"
"What the fuck? If I only wanted you for sex, I wouldn't bother being nice to you, bringing you flowers, taking you on dates, putting up with Elena and Stefan, and all that other bullshit I do for you."
"Damon, you're an ass. When you feel like really apologizing, you let me know. Don't bother bringing me flowers or any of that other 'bullshit.'"
He quickly hung up the phone, and chucked it at a tree, causing it to break into little, unfixable pieces.
Damon runs back to Bonnie's house, to give her a piece of his mind. When finds himself at her window he stops short and just watches her. She is sitting in her room, with a tube of cookie dough in her hand. There are books, clothes, pictures, and other miscellaneous things orbiting around her as she paces her room.
Bonnie is infuriated and can't help but throwing a picture of her boyfriend against the wall.
Suddenly everything just drops around her, and she rushes to pick up the picture. She slides the glass off the photo and just cries. Damon has been around for over a century and sill can't figure out why her cries make him so upset. He watches her emotions flip from anger to sadness, and eventually can't take it anymore. He slides open the window and sits next to her.
"I'm sorry, babe." He whispers in her ear. She falls into his chest and just sobs. He holds her and rocks her back and forth until she falls asleep.
Damon puts her on the bed and she cuddles with him as she sleeps. He stays awake just listening to Bonnie's rhythmic breaths, soon enough he can't help but doze off. Before he finally welcomes the peacefulness of sleep, he hopes he's the only one to gaze on her discreetly.
…
'Slow your speed, turn yourself around and follow me.'
"Jesus, Damon. I get you're a vampire, but still." Bonnie pants.
Damon lets himself collapse on her and just takes in her scent. "Bonnie." He whispers.
"What?" She kisses his face and runs her hands along his back, that is damp with a thin coat of sweat.
"I'm only trying to keep up with you."
She chuckles and pushes him off her.
"What?" Damon asks lying next to her.
"You need to lighten up on the chow chow, there Damon. You're too heavy."
"I think I just need some more cardio."
"That's so corny." Bonnie's snuggles her face in the crook of his neck.
"You love it." He weaves his fingers in her hair then tilts her head towards his lips.
He pulls her on top of him, kissing her lips gently, while his fingers graze her thigh.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
"Since when are you so kind?" She smiles and his whole world brightens because that smile is brighter than the sun.
"Who says I'm kind?" He doesn't want Bonnie to think that she has changed him in any sort of way. He still wants to be the cold hearted bastard he was when he met her, but Bonnie makes it increasingly difficult to do so.
Bonnie disregards his comment and leans down to kiss him. She begins to deepen the kiss while she bucks her hips and he pulls away.
"Relax." Damon coos, stilling her movements. "There's no rush."
"I know," She looks away, slightly embarrassed.
He only wants her to take it slow and relish in their intimacy. But he won't tell her that. She'll think its sweet.
"Then slow down, turn yourself around, and follow me." He rolls her over so she's on her back.
She faces him again, and follows him to blissful state they both love.
A/N: I was wondering if I should do another chorus piece, but make it different. So tell me what you guys think I should do :) Happy Reading!
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