If you have no desire to read the AN then just scroll down to the chapter because I did ramble.
A/N: Sorry this took forever and I understand if everyone hates me. I originally had something else written but decided to save some of it for the next chapter because I want to show Bamon getting more established. And then... I got extremely busy with a lot of different things - in other words, shit happened. But I was determined to get something out especially after I watched that idiotic season finale(what the hell was I thinking). And to be completely honest, I did lose inspiration after watching it but I'm officially done with TVD unless it's FanFic related. Because, sadly, TVD was really a good show for the first two season(s) and even that's a stretch but then.. JP bumped her head because that fourth season was heart-wrenching and not in a good way. I saw another great writer on here (gb1076) take an leave of absent because of it. So, if you are reading then I just wanted to say I completely understand and agree with you but I really hope you find your inspiration again because us Bamoners need you!
Also, I hope the people who mentioned Bonnie being OOC will finally understand why. I mean they literally shoved her up Elena's ass on the finale even more than my little Bamon heart could take. So, yes, I refused to write Bonnie Bennett making all of her life decisions based off of Elena and if that makes her OOC then so be it.
-To the anon reviewer (the one that made me finish up this chapter). Sorry it wasn't that night but I hope you still will feel the same about this night. ^_^
Thank you to everyone for being patient with my disappearing act.
And to conclude this long ass message, I just wanted to advertise for the new show on ABC Family called 'Twisted'. This show is great, and I got the feeling I will be writing fanfics for this series real soon as I have already found my OTP (Daci). If anybody else has watched it I would love to know what you guys think about it!
Okay enough with the rambles. But just like the other chapters, expect a few surprises(this is definitely the longest chapter by far, weighing in at approx. 10,000+ words :o). For the Face claim of Cody, think Marlon Teixeira. Sexual Content up ahead. Hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 9: Lake Hollywood
"Em! Your eggs are getting cold!" Katherine shouted from her spot at the kitchen table.
Down the hall, sitting on the edge of the bathtub was Emily as she held the small white strip in her hand. Only a few more seconds before she'd know if the next eighteen years of her life would include financial, emotional and physical responsibility of another human being.
Again she looked and sure enough there was the positive pink line.
She shook her head despairingly, her whole body slumped down to the hard, cold floor with a stream of tears flooding her cheeks. Finding out she's pregnant is definitely going to put a damper on things. Her marriage, her friendship with Katherine...and possibly Damon.
Departing from the realms of dreamland, Bonnie's rounded eyes slowly unfastened. As she was laying on her side cozily the first thing that came into view were the steel blue eyes staring at her. It scared her initially. Leaning up slightly with a look of uneasiness, she released a deep breath. "Geez, Damon." Turning over in her spot, Bonnie continued to watch him watch her. Silence. "What?"
"You were talking in your sleep again."
In admiration of last nights thrilling events a throbbing sensation swarmed her temples. Moaning in response, she rubbed at the side of her head soothingly. Candidly, Bonnie could remember most of last night; the mix drinks, the cocaine, and suddenly being whisked away with Damon. Even the bathroom. The memory of being caught going through his things warmed her cheeks in embarrassment. Again, she continued to piece together the puzzle that was her cognizance. All the worries that seemed to disappear hours ago now rushing back. "What time is it?" She asked, scanning the room for an clock but with no such luck.
"Ten forty." He answered at his own pace. After ordering Bonnie to bed last night, Damon did a lot of thinking. Revelations, epiphanies, and conclusions. He didn't like the somewhat defenseless feeling he was starting to experience whenever he was near her. He didn't like the carefulness he would feel the need to succumb to. He's suppose to be in control - all the time and she challenged that. She was exposing him.
Bonnie expelled herself from his bed only to remember she was without any of her own things. Even though class wasn't for another three hours, she still desired to be in her own home with her own things. Bonnie also didn't necessarily like having to rely on any one for help. "Do you think you can take me home now?"
Damon rested his head back against the pillows while sealing his eyes.
Bonnie's brows furrowed, the corners of her mouth curling downward. Just yesterday he was offering to be her chauffeur now he's pretending not to hear her. A curt knock on the door kept her lips shut and caused him to open his eyes. "Get that for me."
Keeping her sight on Damon for a few seconds longer, she finally lingered over to the door. Pulling it open revealed a short, older woman wearing formal housekeeping attire. Bonnie smiled sweetly, although she was feeling all but happy.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I came to let Mr. Salvatore know breakfast is ready."
"Oh, oka-" Bonnie's sentence was cut short by the sudden pale hand pulling the door open a bit further.
"Thank you, Rosaline. I'll be down shortly." Damon smiled before turning his relaxed stare to an impatient looking Bonnie. By the that time Rosaline was already making her way down the hall. "What?" He asked accusingly.
"Damon... I said can you please take me home?" She enunciated.
His jaw ticked subsequent to him releasing a deep breath. 'She's trying me again'. "... I'll take you home, " He raised a finger. "After I have my balanced and nutritious breakfast. You're welcome to join."
Bonnie lowered her eyes to his mouth that contained that oh-so irresistible smirk. "I'm not hungry..."
Damon nearly rolled his eyes at the teenager's stubborn behavior. "Fine... stay up here and frolic." Not wasting anymore time with her nonsense, he simply left the young woman standing there in nothing but his T-shirt.
She swallowed roughly, again with the indecisiveness. Why didn't he just take her home last night? For the time being she chose to just locate her things. Searching her memory bank revealed that he had left most of her things in his closet. Lying on the ground was her heels, purse, phone and Damon's leather jacket. Spitefully kicking his jacket to the side, Bonnie collected her things and closed one the closet doors. It was that moment that she realized her dress and underwear where missing. A brief walk to the bathroom revealed nothing. Bonnie smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead... how embarrassing. There was no way in hell she'd go down stairs anytime soon. Bad enough she answered the door to housekeeper wearing only a shirt. Who knows what the woman thought of her.
Not that she had many options, finding something of his to wear seemed to be the better choice. A drawer to one of the dressers were opened, a stack of neatly folded black shirts. Again, another drawer was open only to uncover more black shirts. "Clearly somebodies never heard of color." She commented to herself. Nonetheless it would have to do. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
Grabbing the shirt and placing it over her arm, she then pulled open the last drawer grabbing a pair of socks. Bonnie had the urge to pour paint into the drawers as once again nothing past the color gray could be seen. For some one who was born in the beautiful sunny state, his clothing was nothing to base that fact off of.
Ignoring the already alarming signs of his clothes, Bonnie grabbed a pair of black sweat pants and ventured into the bathroom. Bonnie flipped off the white t-shirt, leaving her in her birthday suit and quickly began to get dressed before Damon tried to make another surprise entrance. 'Who the hell did he think he was anyway?' she thought to herself. Bursting through the door like some psycho killer ready to strike. The young woman put effort into taming her mane, the beautiful curls now reduced to effortless waves. She stared down at her attire. It appeared as if she were going to an dance audition for a Chris Brown music video.
The sound of the door reopening and closing let her know that he was back from his 'balanced' breakfast. At least this time he did barge in again, it wouldn't be caught doing something embarrassing. When she finally came back into the bedroom, Damon was for the most part dressed, clad in a pair of dark pants and belt. "Sure Bonnie, feel free to raid my dressers and take whatever." Damon said sarcastically.
"Sorry. My stuff was gone." She huffed out.
Not that it bothered the Salvatore at all, he just wanted to turn something diminutive into a spectacle."Relax, Rosa took it, more than likely."
"Oh, right. Well, I guess now that you've have your balanced breakfast...can we go now?"
Damon bit his lower lip as he breathed out an exaggerated breath. "Yeah, whatever go wait downstairs."
Bonnie wasn't particularly fond of the attitude he was given her but she was not going to fight him on the issue. Instead, she nodded and left the room to leave to get ready.
After making the young girl wait for nearly thirty minutes, Damon finally came down and made a move to get her home. The whole ride, Bonnie settle in light slumber, making any conversation between the two nonexistent. When he pulled up to the cub, he set the gear in park and went over to wake up the sleeping beauty. Bonnie stirred in her sleep before opening up her eyes. After several seconds of just gazing at one another, Bonnie finally decided to clear the air. "It's going to take me at last an hour to get ready."
"I'll wait."
"No it's okay... I'm just gonna' get a ride from Tyler. But I'll need a ride home after." She said, only after turning to see Tyler's car was the only one left in the drive way.
"What time?"
"Three."
Damon simply nodded and tilted his head towards the door. "Go on, school girl. Don't wanna' be late."
"Bye Damon." She offered him a wave goodbye, and left with what little belongings she returned home with.
Bonnie arrived fifteen minutes late to Katherine's class. After getting a full lashing from Tyler for not coming home or calling, he finally dropped her off for class. The ride was quiet, simple and to the point. with her dozing off every other stoplight. She still felt a bit enervated even with only several hours of sleep. Instead of taking her usual seat next to Hayley, Bonnie settled with the spot closest to the door. She rested her head against the wooden table in front of her as the throbbing again progressed. Katherine continued talking about her presentation on explaining the configuration of photography.
After finishing up, Katherine called on Bonnie. "Ms. Bennett, everyone has turned in their assignments. Where is yours?"
Lifting her head up, she could see everyone had turned to look at her. "Oh... I don't have it." Bonnie shrugged and most of the class made quick speculations.
Katherine brought her arms in a fold to her chest in annoyance of Bonnie's behavior. "This assignment can't be made up."
Still sitting in her chair suffering from a slight headache, Bonnie nodded. "I know. Just give me the F." It's not like she didn't already want to.
Not that Katherine minded, giving her an F seemed a bit to easy nonetheless she wouldn't fail to disappoint.. "Well, I hope you''re not going to continue in this direction. Especially for someone who's a film major." Turning on her heels, the brunette went back to explaining the next assignment.
By the end, Bonnie was the first one out in desperate need of fresh air. Rushing after her was Hayley who quickly caught up with her near the parking lot.
"Bonnie!"
Hayley was probably the last person she wanted to see. Yet, a false smile appeared on her face. "Hey."
"I just wanted to apologize...I mean I don't know what I was thinking." Hayley ran a soft hand through her dark chocolate locks while catching her breath.
Bonnie glanced down at her watch and then around the parking lot hoping that Damon would make his grand appearance soon.. "No, it's alright. You were just doing what you thought would help me." She answered with a lack of interest.
"Oh good, I'm so glad you're not mad at me...I hope the whole sleeping with the professor thing isn't bothering you."
"I won't say anything if that's what you're worried about. I mean you're an adult, it's not my place to say anything." And right on time, Damon's black BMW M6 Gran Coupe came cruising up to the curb. "Well this is my ride I'll see you later."
Hayley stopped Bonnie before she could make a haste escape. "Thanks, I appreciate it but what if you could say something to Shane, just to let him know that he can trust you."
Bonnie frowned at her words. "Look, Hayley I've already told you I won't say anything. I'm not going to talk to Professor Shane or anyone else about it." She explained thoroughly. "I have to go."
...
Damon eyed Bonnie before taking off, of course he took note of the troubling face she displayed. "You alright?"
"I'm fine, Damon." She rubbed at the side of her pounding head in discomfort.
"Did you eat?" He asked concernedly.
"No." She answered plainly. "But I'm not hungry."
At the current light, Damon flipped a U-turn redirecting them to a different route. The blazing sun now being directed directly into Bonnie's eyes. "Where are we going?" She asked, pulling down the sun visor.
"Relax, Bennett and enjoy the ride."
She noticed that they were nearing West Hollywood, a part of California she hadn't been to since she first moved here. And after a few more minutes of driving Damon finally pulled into the parking lot of some food establishment. "What's this?"
"The best deli in all of California." He replied, his eyes scanning the parking to check how busy they were. "Canter's."
Bonnie heard from a few people that Canter's had some of the best Reuben sandwiches around. Not that she minded being dinned, a part of her just wanted to be home in her bed. All day in class she couldn't help but think how Damon evaded her question about Katherine. Being completely honest, it did bother her. Thinking of the way Stefan just completely disconnected after she asked more about their relationship. Something was off and she knew that. But Damon didn't trust her in the demiurgic way that appropriated their friendship. And now he was being so aloof with her as if nothing was going on. Bonnie understood everyone has baggage because hell, she's got it and if it ever came down to someone accepting it she would hope they would be understanding. But overall, it wasn't any of her business... it's not like they're dating. So she decided that after her car was fixed in a few days, whatever her and Damon was - would end.
Ten Minutes Later...
Damon eagerly bit into the delicious Reuben sandwich, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head while all the flowing flavors latched onto his taste buds. It was like biting into a little piece of heaven for the low price of seven eighty-five. After swallowing his barely chewed food, Damon glanced at Bonnie who still hadn't touched hers. Guess he'll just have to do it for her. She rested her head on her palm, using it as if it were a pillar while staring out the window. Reaching his pale hand over, he confiscated one her dill sliced pickles.
Bonnie looked over at the same time he shoved it into his mouth. Glancing at the child-like expression plastered over his face stopped her from complaining. So instead, she casted her sight back to the window where she saw a small child - much like the one she was sitting with - practically drag his father towards the entrance of the restaurant.
Damon rolled his eyes apathetically at Bonnie's isolated behavior. But that didn't stop him from attempting to take yet another piece of food from, her plate. "Aren't you going to eat?"
The teen shook her head, not bothering to turn back to Damon. "I told you I wasn't hungry."
"What the hell is up your ass?" Asked the Salvatore with the narrowing of his harsh stare.
Though she was unsure, Bonnie planned on venting her difficulty with him being so vague with his past about Katherine - something stopped her. "Damon, I do-"
"Bonnie!"
The teen turned her head in the direction of hearing her name. Surprised to say the least that her blonde roommate, and obedient boyfriend were there. Pulling Matt along with her, Caroline grinned before finally noticing Bonnie's 'date'.
In her mind, Bonnie was shaking her head, yet at the same time this might be exactly what she needed to alleviate the situation.
Caroline casted a sly smile to Damon before she pushed her way into the booth with a compliant Matt. Because of it, Bonnie found herself having to scoot closer to Damon.
"And who is this Bonnie?" The energetic blonde asked.
"Oh. Uh, Damon this is my roommate Caroline and her boyfriend Matt. And this is Damon... a friend of mine."
Damon took a sip of his ice-tea, eyes refusing to leave the green-eyed girl all the while Caroline went on to ignite conversation.
The waitress had taken the orders of the new additions and had them served within twenty minutes. They conversed, Caroline asking the occasional question about Damon and Bonnie's arrangement. Matt asking Damon about his views on the playoffs only earning him a raised brow as Damon wasn't into basketball. In that time the blond learned; Damon was Stefan's brother, he and Bonnie were just friends - she made sure of that..
"Oh, and Tyler is totally pissed at you for not checking in. He was about ready to call the cops because he said some maniac from last night kidnapped you." Caroline used the napkin to gently wipe her lips. Leaning forward, Caroline took a sip of lemonade through her straw. Quickly shooting Damon a glance. Who tensed his face up after he realizing this 'Tyler' guy was more than likely the man from last night at the party. The caramel-skinned woman looked down at the table to avoid a certain someone.
"Yeah, he told me." She said in a hushed manner, not bothering to acknowledge that Damon was that 'maniac' from last night.
Silence fell on the group.
Matt looked down at his watch, noticing most of their time had been talked away by his outspoken girlfriend. "Care, we should be going soon. The library closes at five y'know."
Turning back to look at her boyfriend, Caroline's mouth fell agape. "Crap, I almost forgot. Guess we should get going."
Bonnie saw this moment as the perfect getaway and seized to use it. "I should go to... I mean I need to stop at the Library for my physics paper anyway." Pursing her lips together because lying was never something she was to good at. Her eyes only looked at Damon once.
Caroline shrugged and scooted her way out of the booth behind Matt who fished in his wallet for a few bills to cover their meal. But Damon waved him on his way.
"I'll take care of it."
Matt just grinned and nodded his head. "Thanks man. More gas money for tomorrow" He said, reminding the blonde about tomorrow's day.
"Oh! Damon, you should totally come with us to Lake Hollywood tomorrow. It'll be fun, right Bon?...Maybe Elena will invite Stefan."
Bonnie understood what her friend was trying to do but in the long run didn't really appreciate her offering. Before she could protest and come with something else, Damon intercepted. "We'll see."
She tried not to let his answer bother her. Caroline extended her invitation and it was up to Damon to decide whether or not he was going to accept it. "Okay, well if you decide to come then we're going to be by the cove around noon. It was nice meeting you."
Now out of the booth, Bonnie took a deep relieving breath. "Well thanks for the ride and lunch... and taking care of me last night." She said, showing her appreciation before following after Caroline and Matt.
Damon didn't bother to offer her a smile or even a glance in his direction. He simply folded up his used straw wrapper. "Goodbye Bonnie." Concurrently debating whether or not he should be bothered with her, Barbie, Ken and whoever else she associated herself with.
"Yeah..." Bonnie swallowed hard as she stood there waiting - for anything. "Bye Damon." But he wasn't biting and neither was she so all she could do was pivot on her heels and leave.
The pale skinned man sat quietly at the table. He rested his hands on the table all the while watching the beautiful caramel beauty that he had the privilege of calling his 'friend' exit the establishment.
Later that Day
"I'm sorry, Stefan." Katherine frowned after hearing Stefan tell her about his unfortunate night. She already knew about his orientation as she was one the first people he confided in. "So, Damon dropped you and her off back at the dorms? What about the other girl?... I thought you said he picked up her friend too."
Shrugging, Stefan said. "Yeah, he took her back to the house." Because he wasn't at the table during their visit to the country club, he was unaware that Katherine was Bonnie's teacher. He kept his eyes trained on the menu so he was not able to see Katherine's moment of disturbance.
"Anybody interesting?" She asked casually.
Stefan looked up, a small smile covering his lips. "Interesting enough... he's been keeping her around. Longer than I've seen him with anybody else... Oh, the same one from the Country Club remember. Bonnie."
Katherine feigned a look of realization. "Oh, yeah. I do... Wow, I had no idea she did cocaine." Deep down Katherine was practically biting back her excitement. This was just the thing she was looking for. "Shame."
"Yeah, me neither." Stefan answered, finally finding what he wanted to order.
The Next Day
Lake Hollywood
"And who is that?" Rebekah asked as she placed her hand above her eyes to shield out the glossing sun.
The relatively tall dark and handsome man trotted over to the group while they unpacked the things for the barbeque. Clad in his signature black T-shirt, black pants and befitting black boots was the one and only Damon Salvatore. He could see a sea of cropped tops, high-waisted shorts, cargo shorts, collared shirts and Toms which could only mean one thing.
"The guy looks like death, how can you possibly find that attractive." Matt asked from his spot next to Elena.
"Well I've never wanted death more in my life." Rebekah fanned her self and Vicky second that motion. "Yeah, I think I'd die for that too."
"Calm down, that's Bonnie's man." Caroline defended, she and Bonnie both joining them at the table. The green-eyed girl smiled in contemplate, now setting the hot dog buns down.
"What's he doing here?" Elena asked.
"Oh, Bonnie invited him. You should have invited Stefan." Caroline glanced over to the brunette after she remained quiet for a short while.
Elena released a deep breath. She promised Stefan that his secret was with her because she understood what he was going through. She knew what it was like to have to hid something even though it made you happy for the discretion of others. So for that reason only did she decided to alleviate the situation. Yet, that didn't mean she had to like his brother.
The bronzed woman glowered at Caroline, inwardly screaming that she didn't invite him 'you did'.
"Awh, BB you always get the hot ones." Rebekah complained, watching as she set of to meet the Salvatore halfway. "Elena, does Stefan have anymore brothers, or cousins, or uncles?"
"You came." Simply attired in a pair if high waisted blue jean shorts and a simple cropped top; Damon took notice.
"I never turn down an offer with the promise of 'fun." He replied, lifting his eyebrows at the last word. Wondering just how much fun he would have hanging out with Bonnie and her hipster friends.
"Yeah." Bonnie started but in turn looked back to the group. Vicky and Rebekah who all kept their eye on them, Caroline who punched Matt on the shoulder playfully. Elena, helping Trevor who maned the charcoal grill while Kol, Jeremy and Ben tossed back a few brews with Anna hanging loosely around them.
"Well C'mon." Bonnie brought him back to the pack.
She introduced everyone, "Damon, this is Rebekah, Vicky, and you already met Caroline, Matt and Elena."
The brunette made a quick face of discomfort but settled into a friendly smile despite not being entirely convinced.
"Everyone this is Damon Salvatore."
The girls were all eager to express their fondness of meeting him. Elena being the only one staying in her place, arms crossed over one another.
"Caroline said you were Italian, does that mean you speak Italian?" Vicky asked straightforwardly.
"Yeah, say something for us." Rebekah encouraged.
Giving Bonnie a smug look, he continued on "Voglio scoparti fino a quando non urlare il mio nome( I want to fuck you until you scream my name)." Damon kept his gaze on Bonnie to which she smiled in appreciation even though she had no idea what he was even saying.
Everyone except Elena smiled and laughed, Damon let his trademark smirk fall into place. The brunette looked off to the side as she was deep in thought, but before she could say anything Bonnie and Damon were going over to the boys.
Jeremy had to rub his eyes to make sure he wasn't still seeing shit from last night. He had no clue why the hell Bonnie would be bringing that asshole around. When Damon locked gazes with Jeremy, an intimidating snarl was threatening to surface. But with Bonnie resting her hand still with his, he relaxed considerably.
Everyone seemed to be alright with Damon in a sense beside Jeremy. Ben, who shrugged it off as he knew he was the alpha male. Kol not caring one way or the other. Cody, much more interested in the girls as usual. Both Tyler and Trevor keeping cautious eyes on the Salvatore.
Keegan Dewitt's 'Say La La' blared from the stereo that sat on top of the table. The girls gossiped and laughed at each other jokes. Meanwhile the boys started up their 'friendly' game of football. Bonnie sat next to Damon smiling brightly at his comedic story of the time he and Klaus got in trouble for running a 'illicit' business in private school. "My father was actually glad that I was using my business ethnic."
"Yeah but we're still short one person." Tyler complained.
Ben tightened his grip on the football and looked over to Damon as he gulped down his bud light. "Hey, Salvatore!"
Damon turned back from his spot at the table.
"Down for a little friendly game of football?"
He had no interest in playing games with the boys but Bonnie nodded her head, simultaneously giving him the green light. "Go ahead Damon."
Taking in the last mouth full of his beer, Damon stood up, carefully removed his Jaeger LeCoultre Gyrotourbillon watch and handed it off to Bonnie. "Hold this."
Now this definitely got everyone's attention and suddenly all of the girls were interested in watching how the game would pane out.
Team Damon which consisted of Tyler, Matt and Trevor.
Against
Team Ben which consisted of Jeremy, Kol, and Cody.
"What are the rules?" Damon asked ceremoniously.
"Dude, we're playing football not tennis... Don't fumble, don't get tackled." Ben's jockey smile was present to which Damon returned sarcastically and after the teams were constructed they each went off into their own direction. Jeremy wasn't to thrilled that Damon was going to be playing. After seeing him last night, the last thing he wanted was for him to start hanging around the group. Luckily his teammates were there to back him up.
Tyler, Matt and Trevor dished out their first play considering they were offense, while Damon listened partially. When the silence grew resilent he glanced back to find a group of hands stacked on each other and multicolored eyes on him. He knew they couldn't have been waiting on him because there was no way in hell Damon Salvatore was going to put his hands on top of theirs.
"What?"
Matt tilted his head down towards their engaged hands.
"No, I'm good." The Salvatore quickly answered.
"We're a team... so put your hand in and let's do this." Tyler explained.
Five Minutes Later.
The pale hand was added to the equation after a few more convincing words from his teammates, hands drafting out on the shout.
All members fanning out across the field. Matt, who currently played as quarterback squatted down to enunciate the first call.
"Whoo! Go Defense!" Caroline shouted from the sidelines, her ponytail swinging from left to right.
Bonnie glanced over to the blonde, dumbfounded. "Care... they're offense."
Looking to her roommate, her mouth fell open. "Oh... Go Offense!" She corrected herself. Football was really not her sport.
The first play took action and ended with Damon catching the ball, gaining them about fifteen yards. The second play, Ben made his mark on the game and on Damon's shoulder. The tackle was a bit harsher than it should have but that was Ben. Always over doing things. Jeremy laughed at Damons' pain. Trevor went over to help his teammate up, giving him an encouraging pat on the back. Now Damon was pissed. His V-neck shirt salted with grass coverings, his shoulder still slightly aching.
Bonnie bit the inside her cheek. Thinking that maybe it was a bad idea to persuade him into playing at least with Ben on the opposing team.
The positions switched with a touchdown scored by Tyler. With Ben's team now being offense. The first play, Cody hiked the ball and threw it with gust to Ben. Like a bull, Ben being the red target, Damon charged at him. Knocking the wind from him along with the ball, causing Matt to steal and run it to the end zone. Knocking the game up to fourteen love.
Ben stared up at the sky, still unsure if it was safe to get up.
"C'mon.. it's football not croquet." That familiar snaky Damon returning to the scene.
The game concluded with Team Damon winning and Team Ben sulking, trying to come up with whatever excuse they could. 'Oh the sun was in my eye' 'I didn't wear the right shoes'
Damon was compensated with a bottle of Bud Light by Bonnie which he took appreciatively.
The night sky provided a beautiful canvas for all of the lights, making it a moment where she deeply regretted not bringing her camera along. The couple took a stop at the lake bead of the cove before they resumed their conversation.
"It's a big step I guess."
"Yeah, Virgina all the way to California... that's a big step."
"Well I almost would have still been a resident to Mystic Falls."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, just drop it."
"Come on, you want me to be open with you, be open with me Bennett."
Bonnie looked down at her hands, suddenly realizing she would in fact be a hypocrite if she didn't. "My dad never wanted me to move here... It probably has something to do with my mom leaving." She looked up only to find the semi-curious face prompting her to continue. "When I was three my mom left...I was too young to remember anything but when I got older I started asking questions my father wasn't ready to answer. All my friends had both mom's and dad's. I didn't and I wanted to know why." The couple forged ahead through the cove, avoiding the loose pebbles scattered around the lake bed. "He said she wasn't ready to raise a child, so it probably has something to due with the fact of him not wanting me to leave... I mean because she left him, us."
"He thinks your abandoning him." Damon kept his eyes forward, nodding his head at his own statement.
"Yeah, and that's ridiculous because I would never do that to him. He's my dad and I love him. I'm just chasing my dreams because that's what he always taught me to do."
"You'd be surprised by the mindset a man." He released a deep harboring breath. "We're a lot more emotional than women give us credit for. And although we act as if things don't bother us, deep down we're screaming, pleading, begging."
"Do you ever think your mom abandoned you when she left?"
"I did, at first. I couldn't understand why she had to leave, why we couldn't go with her. But as I became a man I knew all to well to think my mamma would ever abandon me or Stefan. We were practically men when she left, anyway."
Bonnie offered him a small smile, her eyes darting over to where her friends were lounging around the bonfire.
"Go ahead, I'm gonna stay here for a few minutes. Gather my thoughts"
"Okay." Quietly, she tossed the last pebble from her hands and let it skid off the water until finally sinking in before leaving.
Taking a deep breath, inhaling all the rich air relaxed him. Though it wasn't until the sounds of footsteps brought him back to earth. He turned back to find the familiar and troublesome brunette.
"I took an Italian language class in high school." Elena raised a ostensive eyebrow at the halcyon Salvatore. "I know what you said earlier."
"Buon per te(Good for you)." Damon looked around curiously. The teens all lounging around the bonfire, the little Bennett rejoining their cast. If only the brunette would take a hint and leave him alone. Of course he knew she was only relishing on the fact because of what he said earlier that had her friends gushing over his words.
"So that's it? You're just using her for sex. Well I can tell you right now, Bonnie isn't that type of girl."
"I promise you have no idea what you're talking about right now." He did his best to abstain from looking at the woman who undoubtedly resembled his ex. Somethings would just have to remain a mystery. "So... why don't you just make your way back to base camp."
"So it's me?"
Damon quirked a brow. "The hell you talking about?" He asked, advancing upon the young woman.
"I see the way you look at me, the way you've been looking at me..." Elena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I mean, Stefan said you had a few problems but wanting to sleep with your brother's girlfriend is co-."
"I wanna' sleep with you?" Damon asked in disbelief, an amusing smile forming on his lips. "Are you still coked out or something?"
Elena swallowed roughly as she took her eyes away from him. Of course she wasn't but didn't feel the need to play into his advances.
"What about him... did Stefan tell you about his problems? What were you saying about using someone?" Of course he knew his brother was gay, and had known for sometime now. It was amusing to him that she was calling him out on bullshit when she had her own problems with his brother to deal with. Damon took a tantalizing step closer to Elena. "I'd check my own before I try checking others." And with that, the Salvatore left the brunette standing there with an incommodious expression on her face.
...
"Guys, we're outta' booze." Caroline picked up the empty bottle of Smirnoff.
"There's Ciroc back at the lake house... Not it!" Because Tyler's parents owned one of the fanciest/few homes on Lake Hollywood, he knew his mom kept the bar well stocked for future gatherings. He also knew he didn't want to be the one going all the way back to get it. Just as everyone claimed their rightful 'not it's', Bonnie came over to rejoin the gang minus Anna since her mother wanted her by a certain time. All eyes went to the caramel skinned woman.
"What?" She asked worriedly.
Rebekah waved her empty cup, "We're all out... you're it."
The look on her face was all but pleasant, although the pleading looks from her friends had Bonnie giving in. "That's not fair, you guys... Fine, do I need the key?" She asked, the Lockwood telling her to check underneath the 'Welcome' mat and get the Ciroc. "I'll be back." Bonnie settled out onto the path to reach Tyler's parent's renovated Lake front house, completely unaware of the cyan orbs watching her committedly.
Walking briskly through the dark dirtied path, Bonnie rubbed at her shoulder to relieve a bit of the tension mounting on. Staring up ahead she could see the moon cascading down that created a perfect reflection on the aphotic water. As she neared, the sincerity of the lake distilled with the smell of nature tickled her nose. Many crickets chirping in anticipation of the primarily cool night air. The full lush trees surrounding reminded her of home in Virgina. Though the quietness was quickly interrupted by the distinct sounds of padded thumps that differed from the harmonizing noises concerning the environment. But once she turned to investigate, Bonnie saw no one.. just the empty trail.
After retrieving the key, Bonnie quickly unlocked the door and shut it behind her. A convenient light switch to the left was flipped. The modern, multi-faceted design composed of mostly expansive windows that faced the lake left the feeling of no privacy. She felt watched. By standing in the middle of the living room a sense of frore infected her revealed skin.
Unaware that she wasn't alone, Bonnie ventured further into the house. There had only been one other time that she had been here before so a few things did seem a bit familiar aside from the newly designed home. Reaching the bar, she grabbed the bottle of Ciroc, turned on her heel sand nearly dropped the bottle when Damon came into view. "Damn it, you scared the hell out of me... I thought you were some-"
"Maniac" Damon finished her sentence. "A psychopath, or serial killer, maybe a rapist."
"N-no. I just wasn't expecting you to be standing there that's all." After regaining composure, and allowing her heart rate to return to a steady level she made it known that they should return before they started to worry.
"Your friends seem to think that way." He added.
"No, just Tyler and it was only because I didn't call. He's like dad of the house. But, we should get back." Bonnie began to head towards the door but Damon was obstructing her path.
Damon, confiscated the bottle from her small hands.
"Come on, give it back." She stated, reaching her arm out to get it, though he was already set on playing games. Every time she reached for it, he'd moved it over until she finally gave up. "Okay, fine. You win but I'm still leaving." Again she went to leave but Damon blocked her only exit. She grinned and pushed him on the chest but he didn't budge, and once she glanced up at him, the smile quickly diminished. He wasn't smiling, neither did he look like he were in the mood for more games. There was something in his eyes. Something that nearly scared her so when he took steps closer to her she swallowed roughly. "I really don't think you're a maniac Damon."
Gazing down at the radiant toffee skinned woman, Damon leaned in, seizing her lips to a chaste kiss.
Craning her her neck up to meet his gaze, the moment his lips touched her's, Bonnie's full thick eyelashes fluttered until finally shutting in content.
What started off, soft and controlled kisses soon became lascvious sucks. Ravishing her mouth with lavish succulent kisses that left a rather thrilling affect on her. Peppering her neck with appetizing pecks. And through it all, they wound up on the sofa. Bonnie wanted to savor this moment though he had other plans and it was evident as he pulled away from the incessant mouth-watering smooches.
"Do you want me touch you, Bonnie?" It was a question he already knew the answer too, but he wanted to hear her say it. And he refuse to take the bobbing of her head in response."Say it."
"I want you, too touch me." She whispered.
It pleased him to see the influential of sexual desires he had over her. Control. Damon let his hands crawl over to the hem of bottoms and unbuttoned her shorts with gusto. And although they already did a succinct of sexual experimenting, the promise of actually going into it further rattled her. Slowly his hand found it's way inside her shorts, the cusp of his fingers latching onto her clit. Playing with it. The warm pleasurable sensation of him rotating tiny vortexes around the small bundle of nerves caused Bonnie to roughly grip the cushions, it made her toes curl. Feeling the wetness gave him satisfaction discerning her own gratification. Damon drifted his finger lower, the moisture coating the tip in clear viscid fluid that gushed from her sex. He pushed against her fragile resistance, inching further and further inside. Her nectar provided a great lubricant in assisting the journey of his probing finger. The indescribable moment he infiltrated, Bonnie felt satiated with the stabbing digit penetrating her. A sharp inhale followed by a whimpering moan passed through her lips.
For now Damon was the King of that pussy.
But it wasn't until a unsuspecting someone made their way through the front door. Just coming to check on Bonnie ended up in Trevor seeing something he shouldn't have. On the couch he witnessed his caramel skinned roommate being pleasured by a thrusting finger of the Salvatore. And there he stood, mesmerized by the lewd sight of watching her; the moans, the way she tilted her head back in bliss, her parted lips that released deep ragged breaths. Feeling the presence of someone else, Damon glanced in the direction of the entrance only to find a stupefied Trevor. His finger never stopped it's ministrations and neither did the trembling of her well-defined legs. Coming back to reality, Trevor quickly and quietly retreated back to the group with his shameful erection.
Damon being so absorbed by her vitality was more than eager to bring her to release that seeing Trevor didn't matter at all. Nearing climax, Bonnie's eyes shot open to spot a pair of icy orbs staring her.
So close, she just needed to surrender herself to him, to let go fully.
"Cum' Bonnie... cum' all over my finger." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath caressing her sensitive ears. But that was all it took before her climax ruptured within. The orgasm was violent. Her percolating sex clenching over his finger in confinement. Bonnie physically shivered with pleasure as her orgasm continued. Damon had relaxed his hand, bringing the thrusting to a complete stop. Opening her eyes as they were closed, lost in deep transmission, she was able to come back to reality.
Trevor returned to group silent of any words until the loud blonde went off.
"Where's Bonnie.. and where's the booze?" Caroline questioned.
Thinking on his feet, he quickly came up with a cover for Bonnie and himself. "Oh, she had to use the restroom... She'll be be back in a minute."
Everyone else for the time being bought it. Elena's brown eyes browsed over the current area, now becoming aware of the missing Salvatore.
About five minutes later Bonnie returned to the group. Quiet just as Trevor only moments ago. Everyone eyed an empty handed Bonnie until Tyler finally spoke up. "Bonnie. don't tell me you forget the alcohol."
And at that moment, Damon decided to join the gang.
"Oh. I did... I'll go back."
"No, I'll go. If I knew you were going to take a potty break you should have took Caroline." Tyler brought himself to his feet while Bonnie made a questioning look.
"Potty break... what are you talking about?"
Trevor cursed under his breath as this definitely wouldn't go well if Bonnie kept asking questions especially if Tyler kept answering them.
"Yeah, that's right. Trevor told on you." Tyler smacked his lips together before heading off to the house.
Bonnie quickly shifted her gaze to Trevor. Both of them seemed to have the same idea in their minds. For a second her heart began to increase, experiencing the feeling of fear and shame all mixed in one emotion. She lost his and settled them over to Damon who kept his own trained on the fire.
"Care, didn't you say you had to pee. You should go while Tyler's going." Matt said.
The blonde quickly remembered she had been holding it for a while and shot up. "Tyler, wait up!" Caroline quickly set out after her roommate.
Twenty Minutes Later.
Bonnie glanced over to Matt who kept his eyes trained on the path that led to the lake house. He stood pacing back and forth until she finally decided to approach him.
"What's wrong Matt?"
He shook his head and ran a hand through his golden locks. "Caroline isn't back and neither is Tyler."
"Has it been that long?" Bonnie asked suspiciously.
"Like twenty minutes... shit-" After muttering a curse, Matt took off towards the house. Bonnie went to follow him but he was to fast. So instead, Bonnie found the next person who she thought could help.
"Damon, I need you to come with me back to the house."
'Bad Bonnie. You want to return the favor."
"No, I- " Her words were cut off by yelling coming from the distance. "Oh no. C'mon." Bonnie grabbed his arm and pulled him along with her the fastest she could. Clearly a fight was happening inside of the lake house. Bonnie just hoped they hadn't been to late.
...
"No! Stop it! Matt don't!"
Caroline was standing next to the scrapping men as they tumbled around the floor. Then getting up to their feet to deliver more blows. Matt roughly shoved Tyler against the mirror hanging in the living room. The sound of shards of glass disintegrating. But that didn't stop Tyler, it only made him more determined to fight back. Giving it all his strength, he was able to knock Matt back into the coffee table. Again breaking the top into smaller piece. The blonde was crying by this point, barely able to get any words out from her sobs.
"P-please, s-stop!"
Just then, both Damon and Bonnie had entered the house. The scene before her looking like something from a horror movie. Damon had already went over to attempt breaking up the boys. But Bonnie remained in her own trance, her eyes wandering over to Caroline, clad in only a pink bra and shorts. A bed of glass laid out on the floor. And then there was blood - blood staining the back of Tyler's shirt, blood spilling from Matt's nose. It was a horror show. She was only brought back to reality by more of Caroline's shout's. And luckily the rest of the group had heard because Jeremy, Kol and Trevor had all came to Damon's rescue. Clearly both boys had been to strong to break up on his own and in the process he received several punches to the abdomen.
"Alright, C'mon man. Cool off. " Jeremy said, he and Kol taking a fuming Tyler outside.
Matt snatched his body out of Trevor's hold. "Let go of me!" He simply wiped the blood pouring from his nose and lips. The heaving blonde brought his angered stare to Caroline. "Fucking, whore. You lying cheating bitch! I knew it, I knew you were messing around with that son-of-a-bitch."
The girls had finally made it to the house. Vicky and Rebekah remained outside with the other half of the cast. Elena was the first to step inside, her eyes wildly darting from Caroline to Matt to Damon and Bonnie. "Oh my God, Matt." She quickly went over to him and lifted his head. "Here tilt your head up... what happened?"
Caroline was able to locate her shirt, slipping it over to cover up what little dignity she had left. Her teary eyes never drying as more starting to fall from her cornea's. "I'm sorry Matt.'
"No, fuck you Caroline! Don't say shit to me!"
Bonnie lowered her eyes to the mess they made. A part of her still not sure what to make of the situation even though it was pretty apparent. Emerald hues found cyan through the hostile atmosphere. The embarrassment and shame she felt for putting Damon right in the crossfire of this yet then again it was similarly close to the espoge at the Country club.
"Come on, we need to clean you up." Elena disappeared further into the house with Matt. Only then did a bit of tension alleviate.
"Yeah, I'll go get a broom." Trevor said, taking his time to leave the trio standing there.
Bonnie solemnly looked to Caroline, a look of disbelief on her face. "What were you thinking, Care?"
"I-I don't know Bonnie.. I wasn't thinking. God, I'm such an idiot."
"You're not an idiot." The caramel-skinned woman wrapped her arms around the blonde in an comforting gesture. Damon's eyes still evenly matched with hers. "But you gotta' fix this. And I don't just mean this." She said, pulling away to motion towards the actual physical mess.
"I know... just tell me you don't hate me" Caroline again sniffled and pulled Bonnie into another heart stopping hug.
"I don't hate you, Caroline."
The mess had been swept away for the most part, Damon had dumped the last dustpan full of glass with Bonnie's help before Trevor returned to the kitchen to discard left over scraps.
"It's quiet." Bonnie commented, as the only sounds were coming from their dealings.
"Yeah, the guys took Tyler home, Elena rode back with Matt. And Care just left with the girls." Trevor stuffed his hands into his pockets, a bit of awkwardness falling over seeing as only the three of them remained. "Were you going to ride back with me?" His words were stopped by the Salvatore quickly turning his gaze on to him. "Or, you could take her." He switched up his approach at the last minute.
"No it's okay. We're going to the same place so you can take me, I'll meet you at the car. Just let me finish here and I'll lock up."
Trevor nodded, again trying not to speculate at the way Damon glared at him. If ever there was a look for 'I should punch you in the face' then surely Damon was advertising the right look. He released a deep breath before leaving the room and presumably the house.
Bonnie tied the trash bags and continued to double the bags containing the broken glass shards until they were all neatly tucked into the bin. "I'm really sorry about all of this. I mean I- I don't know. But thanks for staying and cleaning up. You really didn't have too."
Silence.
The bronzed woman stood up and turned around, expecting Damon to just to be Damon by not answering right away. But she found herself alone in the kitchen. He left? When..why? Surely she wasn't that into trash tucking that she hadn't notice him leaving. Bonnie convinced herself that he had just stepped out for a bit of fresh air.
...
After locking up the home, Bonnie continued down the path. She was still skeptical of believing Damon truly left without saying goodbye but once she reached the parking lot, there was no more doubt. Trevor was stationed in front of his parked deep blue 67' Mustang Eleanor. His pride ad joy. No other cars were there so she didn't really need to asked, but she dd anyway.
"Ready?"
"Yeah... so Damon left already."
"Oh, yeah, about five minutes ago. C'mon." He said, heading over to passenger side to open the door for the young woman.
"Trevor?"
"Yeah."He answered, surprised that she was talking at this pint, considering neither of the two had said a word since leaving. Not only that, but they were now parked in front of the house they shared.
"You came back to the cabin? I mean, when I went the first time?"
'Oh, shit'. Trevor turned the engine off and turned his head in her direction, was already looking at him in need of answers. "Well, yeah. We were starting to worry so I said I'd go back."
"And...?"
"I did Bonnie."
Bonnie shook her head as she mentally prayed he came after her and Damon were done or even before while they were kissing. "Why would say I went to the bathroom?"
Trevor remained quiet, he kept his gaze trained forward on the dark street of the culdesac only brightened by every other lamp post.
"Oh my god, please tell me you didn't see anything."
"I left right away- I mean I didn't really see much..." He wasn't even able to get his entire sentence out before Bonnie was nearly having an anxiety attack. When he heard the sound of the door opening he shouted out to her. "Bonnie!" But it was too late, the mixture of embarrassment and disgust had already set in, suddenly wishing she had caught a ride with Damon instead. She was already more than halfway to the front door, leaving him sitting there feeling more bad than he already did. But how was he supposed to know Damon would be finger fucking her on the sofa. "Fuck.." He groaned as he leaned his head back into the seat. The memory of watching her moan and squirm of that sofa invading his thoughts once again.
Damon shut the front door to his home, a smug smirk firmly planted on his lips. Entering the sitting room sat an uninvited but familiar guest . "Who the hell let you in?" Damon asked, through the pretentious face he wore.
"Rosaline." Emily stood up from her spot on the sofa and took a few steps closer to Damon. Though the Salvatore had no intention on dealing with her tonight, he also making a side note to have a little talk with the housekeeper. Today had been an okay day, which was surprising considering he spent it with the college girl and her scooby gang times two. Sans the fact that Bonnie practically dissed him by catching a ride with Robin Hood, if only she had known he saw then perhaps she wouldn't have been so quick to jump at his offer.
"If you're here for round two, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to politely decline."
That's a first. Denying sex even though he desperately needed to get off.
"I'm not here to have sex, Damon. I'm married." She clarified.
Damon bent his brows in astonishment, his lips curling downward at her hypocritical and defensive nature. The last time he saw Emily, he had her face down ass up on the soft carpeted flooring in his bedroom. The one night she just so happened to show up with paperwork for an absent Giuseppe, he just had to offer her a drink. "So, you aren't here to fuck, my father isn't here...what? Did Katherine send you?"
"No, Kat didn't send me. I just thought we needed to talk." Emily kept her tone calm to keep from alerting Damon.
"About what we did or about Katherine, otherwise we have nothing to talk about. "
"My husband came home very upset yesterday. I don't understand why you have to continue to do this."
"I enjoyed it, I thought people were suppose to flaunt the things they enjoy. Besides, asshole had it coming... you have any ideal what he said to me?" Adverting her accusation, Damon turned and head towards the kitchen with Emily right on his heels.
"It doesn't matter what he said. Conor doesn't deserve this. I'm not proud of it but I know you only slept with me because you wanted to get back at Katherine... And that has nothing to do with Conor."
"Not entirely." Damon opened the decanter, filling his cup with the liquid. He motioned the container to her but Emily denied his offering this time. Truly he had no idea what to say to Emily, Damon was unsure if he respected her - scratch that - he didn't really respect but he knew she was a half and half woman who just made a big mistake and unfortunately it was 'partly' his fault.
"Did you even know what you were getting yourself into?"
"I knew exactly what I was doing when I stuck my dick inside of you, Emily." He added, indulging in another sip of alcohol. A smirk housing his lips. His night was complete. Finally getting to polish off a glass of bourbon. "Emily... I had a really really good night. And I would really really hate to have it ruined. So... if you said all you need then please let yourself out." Well, it was a relatively good night. A bit of the typical teenage drama but still quite entertaining to say the least.
Emily came to realization that she would never want to be in this situation alone with Damon. "Yeah... I just wanted to ask you to please leave my husband alone. I work for your father and that's it. What happened between us was a mistake and I just want to put it behind me... Goodnight Damon." Emily left with the little bit of dignity that she had left.
Damon didn't like it. He didn't like the submissive Emily he was being exposed to because that wasn't her. But he would respect her wishes and put everything behind them - after her asshole of a husband got what he deserved.