Author's Note: For those of you who are on Team Damon, you're going to loooove this chapter.

A Month and a Half before Bonnie's Disappearance

Bonnie calmly watched Enzo as he engaged in a conversation with some random blonde across the room. They were at Matt's going away party; oddly, it was being hosted at the Salvatore brothers' mansion. Matt was soon to go off for his police training, leaving Bonnie with one less friend.

Bonnie and Enzo had broken up a few weeks prior to the party due to Enzo's lack of self-confidence. He kept feeling like Bonnie wanted more, while the only person she truly cared about was him.

Well, and one other person…

A person that she refused to admit to herself; a person that she desperately wished didn't mean as much to her as he did.

Damon crept up behind her as she downed the contents in her wine glass.

"Ya know, it's not attractive to stare someone down like that," he joked. She swung around, groaning at his presence.

"I'm not staring him down," she dismissed, even though she couldn't deny that she was.

"98 percent of the party would beg to differ," he retorted. She slowly looked around, noticing that most eyes were on her. She rolled her eyes and turned away from everyone.

"I need another drink," she muttered before scurrying into the kitchen. Seconds later, Damon came trailing after her.

"You're not going to find any real liquor in here," he told her as she rummaged the cabinets for a bottle.

"There has to be something," she blurted as she opened the fridge. She pulled out some sparkling wine and shook her head.

"Really, Stefan? You've got to be kidding me," she whispered to herself as she stuffed the bottle back into the fridge.

"My brother may not have the best taste in alcohol, but I do," Damon said, wiggling his eyebrows tauntingly. Bonnie turned to face him and breathed out a sigh.

"Where do you keep your stash?" she let out.

"In casa de Damon," he purred as he backed out of the kitchen. She hesitantly followed after him as they neared the long hallway that led to the bedrooms.

"You're giving me a few shots and then we're out of here," she warned as they entered his room.

"It's not like I'm about to hold you hostage, Bennett. I need a shot just as much as you do," he told her. She watched as he dug into his drawer, pulling out a fresh bottle of bourbon.

"What's the matter with you?" she wondered.

"Oh, nothing," he dismissed as he popped the top off of it. He even had a tray of empty shot glasses sitting on his bedside table. Damon was a true drinker.

"Yeah, right. You seem just as annoyed as I do," she told him as she moved to sit on his bed.

"Do I? I must be sobering up," he commented as he filled their shot glasses to their tips. He handed her one as he pleasantly downed his.

"You're a hard person to read," she mumbled as she struggled to down hers.

"I like it that way," he retorted as he filled their glasses up once more.

"I mean, don't you ever want to talk about your feelings?" she asked. He laughed out as he abandoned his shot glass, taking a long swig from the bottle.

"Talk about my feelings? You must truly think that I'm Stefan. I'm quite offended, honestly," he responded.

"You just make everything a joke, don't you?" she spat. The lack of emotion in his eyes caused Bonnie to look away from him.

"It's not easy for me to just confess how I feel. It's much easier to keep them bottled up," he finally said, taking another swig from the bottle.

"You're hogging the liq," she whispered as she finally looked up to meet his eyes. He handed her the bottle and watched her with wide eyes as she downed a few gulps. She pulled the bottle from her lips and looked him up and down. "And you finally just talked about your feelings."

"I did not," he retorted, snatching the bottle from her.

"You did, too," she taunted, smiling warmly. He plopped down next to her as he studied the bottle; it shocked him how much they managed to kill in such a short amount of time.

"You were very expressive to Elena," she said after a minute. He looked over at her and sighed heavily.

"She was my girl friend. I had to be," he told her. She shook her head quickly as she looked into his eyes.

"That's not it. You're not incapable of feeling, Damon. I know it's there. I've seen it," she said, whispering the last part.

"What's with this feelings talk? I thought you wanted to get drunk?" he wondered.

"Sorry," she muttered sadly, looking down at her lap. Damon sighed heavily as he looked over at her, suddenly feeling bad for his lack of consideration. He rested his hand on her wrist and nudged her shoulder with his.

"You know I'm just playing around. You can talk to me about anything," he told her. She slowly looked up at him as her bottom lip began to quiver.

"I know," she whispered, sniffing. He slowly began to caress her wrist as he watched the unshed tears pool in her eyes.

"Don't cry," he pleaded. She tried her hardest to hold them in, but they silently spilled over. They ran down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"I just… I don't know," she cried, looking away from him.

"Want me to kill him?" Damon joked, though he was prepared to do so if she wished. She quickly shook her head as she widened her eyes.

"Damon," she sighed, rolling her eyes. He smirked as he lifted his thumb to brush under her eyelids.

"No one makes my girl cry," he whispered huskily, running his fingertips down the side of her face. She sucked in a breath as she slowly raised her hand to rest on his.

"You really do care, don't you?" she breathed as she stared deeply into his eyes.

"More than you know," he whispered back, inching his face closer to hers. She studied his eyes closely before leaning in as well.

Their lips brushed against each other before Damon took the liberty of engulfing her into a heated kiss. His hand lowered to her waist as he squeezed at it gently.

She moaned into the kiss as she eagerly tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his face closer to hers. Damon could feel her wet tears staining his cheeks as the kiss deepened, and he wanted nothing more than to make them disappear.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he stared back at her with lidded eyes. Both of their chests were heaving as they processed what had just taken place.

"There's a lot more where that came from," he told her as he carefully pushed her down on her back. Without saying a word, she adjusted her body on the bed so that Damon could hover above her.

He slowly relaxed his body on top of hers as he submerged her into another kiss. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to grind into her, turning her on incredibly. She smoothed her hands up and down his back, pulling him impossibly close.

He began to kiss along her jawline, listening as she moaned quietly beneath him. The simple sound of her voice made him hard in seconds. He placed long, wet kisses to her neck before lowering himself to her breasts.

He slowly lifted her dress, revealing her precious, round tits. He was surprised to see that she hadn't worn a bra. He took one of her nipples in between his teeth, listening as she hissed quietly. His eyes found hers as they exchanged an intimate stare. He could see the pleasure in her eyes as she bucked her hips into him.

He continued to kiss along her torso as he lowered himself to her creamy stomach. He ran his hands along her thighs, spreading them apart seconds later. She let out a sheepish moan as she realized what was soon to take place.

"You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" he breathed as he pulled down her laced panties.

"You're driving me crazy right now," she whimpered as she ran her fingers through his hair. He smirked up at her as he placed teasing kisses to her inner thighs.

She threw her head back as he trailed his tongue along her slit, wrapping his lips around her clit. She began to pant as he repeated this motion several times, watching her through lidded eyes. He wanted to see everything that he was doing to her.

His tongue continued to roam her center as he slurped her saccharine juices pleasurably. He let out a deep moan as she rotated her hips into his face, giving him better access to her most sensitive spots.

"Mmm, yes," she breathed as she cradled her breast in her hand. Damon couldn't control himself anymore; he sucked, licked and devoured her core as if his life depended on it.

He raised his hand to rest above her lips, warning her to quiet down. Her fervent moans continued to vibrate the room as her body began to quiver; her orgasm was close.

"Say my name," he demanded seductively as he eased a finger inside of her.

"Damon," she let out as she squeezed her eyes shut, throwing her head back even farther.

"You're so God damn sexy," he whispered, wrapping his mouth around her clit once again. He plunged two fingers inside of her, watching as she began to writhe beneath him.

"Fuck," she drawled out as her body trembled with pleasure. She came long and hard as he slurped up her delicious essences.

He kissed up her body as she recovered from her spasms. He stopped at her neck as he placed sweet kisses to her flesh, running his hands all along her body. She wrapped her arms around his waist as she placed light kisses to his broad shoulders.

As they continued to make out, Damon's phone started blaring from the dresser. He groaned into the kiss, pulling away reluctantly. Bonnie nibbled on his neck as he pressed the phone to his ear without checking the caller ID.

"What?" he snapped.

"Where are you?" the voice asked. It was Stefan.

"Why?" he wondered.

"They're about to cut the cake," Stefan told him. Bonnie pulled back to look at him as she overheard the conversation taking place.

"We should go," she mouthed to him, though she wanted nothing more than to finish what they started. She ignored that voice in the back of her head that screamed at her how wrong it was.

"Alright, I'm coming," he said before hanging up. He placed feather light kisses to her neck for a few seconds more before rising from the bed.

"I'll go out first so that we don't look sus," she said as she fixed her clothes. She avoided his gaze as she rose from the bed, heading to the door.

"Bennett," he called after her. She shyly turned to him as they locked eyes with each other. "You taste fucking amazing."

He could see the intense redness that rose up her neck at his words. She gasped lightly as a small smile etched its way onto her face.

"I'll see you in a bit," was all she said back before scurrying out of the room.

Bonnie's heart raced as she walked down the hallway. She allowed herself to process what had just went down, and she could feel her conscious growing louder and louder. As she neared the living room, the only thing that she could feel was Damon's lips over hers. She bit down on her lip to suppress those images.

She came into view of the party, watching as everyone huddled around Matt's cake. Stefan's eyes found Bonnie as she moved to join the party.

"Have you seen Damon?" he asked as he moved to stand next to her. She shook her head quickly as her eyes trekked everyone's faces before resting on Enzo. He was still with the blonde, which bothered her incredibly. They exchanged a brief stare before she looked away embarrassingly.

Finally, Damon came crawling out of his bedroom. Bonnie spotted him first and nudged Stefan's shoulder.

"There he is," she whispered. Stefan breathed a sigh of relief before clapping his hands, bringing everyone's attention to him.

"Now that we're all here, let's do the honor in cutting Matt's cake," he announced, watching the excited looks on everyone's faces. Damon stood directly next to Bonnie as Stefan began to cut slices.

"Nice of you to join us," Stefan muttered to his brother.

"Sorry, I was quite busy," Damon responded. Bonnie's face burned as she fought to keep her composure. She could feel Enzo's eyes on her as she looked everywhere that she possibly could to avoid making eye contact with him.

Not only was her relationship with Enzo in shambles, but she had also just opened up a door with Damon that she wasn't quite sure that she was prepared to venture into.

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2 Days Later

Bonnie thought long and hard about the events that had taken place at Matt's party, and she felt guiltier than ever. She had almost slept with her best friend's boyfriend while her ex boyfriend was two rooms down the hall. She could imagine the look on Elena's face when she found out, and it almost made her sick to her stomach.

She barged into the Salvatore mansion and headed directly for Damon's room; she needed to end things immediately before they had a chance to progress.

She knocked hard on his door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. Seconds later, a shirtless Damon opened the door. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, as he looked her over slowly.

"Bon Bon," he greeted.

"I have to talk to you," she blurted. He smirked coyly and opened his door for her to enter. She shook her head quickly, causing him to narrow his eyes. "I don't think that's the best idea."

"What's wrong with you?" he wondered.

"We can never do that again," she declared.

"Come again?" he asked, caught off guard.

"Yeah, I bet you'd love that," she muttered quietly. He snickered, watching as her face turned a dark shade of scarlet.

"Do what, Bon?" he clarified.

"You know what I'm talking about," she stated.

The smile remained on his face as he slowly reached out to her, pulling her up against his chest. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed his lips against hers, pulling away slowly.

"This?" he whispered seductively. She nodded slowly as her lips hovered above his.

"Yes… that," she whispered back. Their eyes roamed each other's for endless seconds as the intensity grew. "It's going to happen again, isn't it?

"Not unless you want it to," he breathed, inching his face impossibly close to hers. She pushed her conscious away as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, devouring his lips. He hoisted her legs around his waist and slammed the door shut, walking her to the bed.

They collapsed on it as they continued to kiss all over each other; the sexual tension continued to rise with every kiss.

And finally, it happened.

Over. And over. And over again.

Author's Note: Yes, ladies and gents. "It" is sex. ;P Thoughts?! Let me know what you all thought in a review!