How is it possible that I can be mad at him and love him so deeply at the same time? Constantly, I'm arguing with him and walking out of the door, and then the next minute, I'm in his arms, kissing his sinfully sweet lips. I don't get it! I've had too much of him to want anyone else...
I found myself driving around town, red hot with anger, just having had another famous argument with him. Twice while driving I have stopped and tried to go back to that house, but I have resisted well. But how long will that last? I have a feeling that I will eventually return. I stop at a red light, running my hand through my hair and briefly looking around. I spot a couple that almost looks like him and I, and memories rush back to my mind. God, he was so sweet. Many times I have personally claimed that I can't get enough of him. I miss him...I need his touch again...no, wait, I'm at him...right? Bah, what am I going to do? Just as I ponder a moment, the sound of a honking horn from the car behind reminding me that the red light has since turned green and I need to proceed. I begin to drive once more, but only for a little while longer before realizing that I need to go back. Go back to him again.
Shortly I arrive in front of the house, contemplating my next move. Slowly I open the car door, and begin to walk towards the house. I begin wondering how it took one second to convince myself back here agaiyn. Maybe he's not here, maybe he left. I open the door, and my heart begins to race. Walking through the living room it appears empty that is until I find him leaning against the counter in the kitchen, his deep blue eyes staring into mine as if expecting my return. Part of me wanted to jump into his arms; the other part wanted to back away and close the door. Unfortunately, I wasn't doing either, and that gave him clearance to walk closer to me. Trembling soft, I knew exactly what he was about to do. Pressing his body against mine, our eyes still locked in one. He went up to touch my face and I finally turn my head away, ashamed that I came back.
Feeling a sudden pit of shame I turn my body away from him and start to walk out again, this was a mistake. I can feel his footsteps behind me. They were quicker than mine, and I could tell because I could instantly feel his arms wrapped around my body, promptly turning me to face him once more and not letting me go. Looking down, I wanted to cry. I wanted to pound away at his chest and scream. He kissed my forehead and tears fell. Taking in a few deep breaths, I could fall apart at the scent of fresh clothes and sweet cologne. I was dizzy, but not in a physical sense. I could feel his warm breaths at my ear, and it took me back to those hot nights experienced in that big bed...
"I'm sorry, Bonnie." He began to say. The first time he'd spoken since the argument, and he called me by my name, and not his typical 'Judgy'. It was music to my ears as his deep voice said my name, as if soothing my soul. But I was supposed to be mad. How is that possible with all this goodness around me?
Damon began to caress my arm causing prickles of goose bumps to follow like always when he touched me. It's like my body wanted him and my skin was a sure sign. I let out a shaky breath, feeling his hand move up my neck. My pulse quickened, if I were to look into his eyes right now, I'd be putty in his arms. I'm surprised that I'm not by now. His hand crept under my chin and he pushed my head up. I could feel my anger let up, like a spell from his eyes had dissipated all of that. I could never read him, but he could read me with his eyes closed. Looking into his eyes the tears began to roll down my cheek.
"Let's stop fighting...it gets us nowhere." He whispered, wiping my tears away with his thumb. My arms that once rested against my side now found solace around his torso. It didn't take much longer before his lips touched mine, at first softly and then with a little intensity. As much as I wanted to speak up and defend myself, it felt a bit better to not possess the ability of speech right now. Oh, whom was I kidding? I desired everything about him, and I needed him just as much as he needed me.
A bit of a gasp and a moan escaped my lips when he stopped. A knee-jerk reaction, I'm quite sure. He quickly lifted me in his arms and kissed me again, his tongue tracking along my bottom lip. My mouth gaped open and our tongues met in a sudden rush of passion. He carried me with ease upstairs to the bedroom. By this time, I couldn't even remember what I'd been mad about...I just need his touch, that's all I can decipher in my brain.
Laying me down on the bed gently he looked down a soft smile appeared one his face. Parting my legs he nestled himself on top of me. Slowly I began sliding my hand around his back; the other was sliding through his smooth hair as we passionately kissed once more. Those lips were so damn sweet. I dreamt of kissing him for a week at times. His hands were pulling up my sundress, caressing my body. The dress finally separated our lips, forcing my arms above my head as the dress slid over. Throwing my dress across the room his kisses continued this time focusing on my neck and collarbone, causing me to audibly gasp this time. Sliding my fingertips down to his tie, undoing that and sending it with the dress onto the floor, he gave a wicked grin. Slowly, each button came undone until the very end as I push the shirt away from his body, caressing his strong arms. I left it on his arms and ran my fingertips down his chest. I loved touching his body; it made me feel like I was feeding an obsession. He unclasped the front of my bra and I pushed my chest upward, begging for his attention. I felt his tongue trace my peaked nipples, flicking at them with a light fingertip. Regardless if I was being teased or not, my body was pulsating with energy and everything that he was doing was consuming me by the minute.
Butterfly kisses trailed on, reaching the waistband of my underwear. They slowly came down my legs until they too met the floor and his lips met the moist junction between my thighs. He kissed my lips tenderly, as though kissing me, his tongue circling the hardened nub below. My hands were running through his raven hair again, not being able to fight back any pleasurable noises I made, despite how hard I might've bitten my lip to. His tongue now delved into more heated depths and I almost lost control. I could never try to hold off when he devoured me like he did. I have torn sheets and pillows, and have caught cramps in my legs, feet, and stomach trying. But this time, he stopped, kissing down my leg all the way to my feet. I looked up at him and he was looking back at me, his eyes a little more intense now, giving him a sexier appeal. I looked him up and down, noticing his erection full in his pants. He then moved to unbuckle his belt, his pants following next, and his boxers last to hit the floor. And there he stood in his complete sexiness, and I was ready for him.
Our bodies magnetically stuck together again, our lips singeing one another's and our arousals begging to fulfill each other's desires. After a whimper that escaped he linked the final connection between us, causing me to toss my head back and moan. My body was burning hot all over and I followed his rhythm, our bodies rocking as one, like one would to their favorite song. I could hear his groans and harsh breaths, thrusting deep and slow, filling me up inside. My arms wrapped around his neck and back, focused on the tender love he was so good at giving.
His lips found my neck and that sweet spot which made me moan louder for him, and activated it as such. I looked up at him and his lips slammed down on mine, his body moving faster and deeper inside of me. I moaned over and over again, moving my hips to an uncontrolled rhythm. I shook, letting the emotions overflow, and I burst at the seams as I came. Not too much longer could I hear his groans, his hands planted on my hips as he let go. A moment or two later, he got back on top of me, kissing me softly. My hands were on the sides of his face, not being able to get enough of him. It didn't take any words, just looks, to tell each other that we loved one another even if we fought often. I knew deep down I was his Bonnie, and he was my Damon.