She couldn't help it her hand gravitated towards his chest, and she felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as she started to notice the small heaves he took to bring air to his lungs. Damon refused to look her in the eyes, because he was not thrilled by his predicament.

"Bonnie close your mouth, or I'm going to put something you won't appreciate in it." He raised his brows at her and she quickly closed her mouth and smacked him on the shoulder. Forgetting how weak she was, her body lost its place on the boulder. She would have fell into the rushing water below had Damon not grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her back up.

"I have never seen you so clumsy." Damon smirked.

"I've never seen you so human" she retaliated knowing that Damon was not taking a liking to his new heartbeat. And for the first time she had seen Damon blush, his cheeks rosy with the blood circulating through his body.

"Is wittle Damon mad, cause he no have vampire teeth?" she teased. Something stirred inside of Damon, for over a century all he had known was immortality now he had to deal with humanity. Damon wasn't in the mood to hear Bonnie pester him about him having to breath, so he got up and walked away.

"Come on Damon, I was only joking" He didn't turn back though, he just kept on walking not having the slightest clue where he was heading. What could humanity possibly give him, being a vampire gave him; strength, speed, and power. Being a human could only hinder him in any scenario, now he would have to find food, water, and shelter. He didn't like all the necessities that came with being human besides the important 3, humans had a tendency for needing happiness and that dreaded awfulness that is love to survive. But if Damon were to be honest with himself, all his life those were the things that Damon searched for. He just wanted to be able to have love and experience joy, without a million obstacles in the way. He got to experience all of these things for a very brief time with Elena and that's what he hated the most about being here. That he finally had a chance to live his dream, he finally had the girl, but no just then he had to die. Die. Die. Die. Dying. Death, these words seemed to haunt him wherever he went, but it was expected since he was cursed to roam earth as a creature of the night. Damon lost in his thoughts walked right into a mailbox. A mailbox?

What the hell was a mailbox doing here of all places? When he surveyed his surroundings he spotted a cottage house a couple yards away. He followed a little dirt path, that lead him there. It was a small cottage made out of stone, with a well in the front. Something about the place just looked like it was ripped right out of a fairytale. He knocked on the door wondering if there was anyone else in this god-forsaken place.

"Hello!"

He opened the door, when seconds had passed, and stepped inside. He braced himself for the impact but he just strolled right in, the door once again reminding him of his humanity. One look and he already mapped out the dimly light cottage. It was an open floor plan, meaning there were absolutely no rooms beside what he guessed was the bathroom. By the fireplace was a small green loveseat sitting next to a tall rich ruby red arm chair, that had his name written all over it. On both sides of the fireplace were shelves exploding with books. Behind the loveseat was a small kitchen that had a wood table that could only seat two. The bedroom seemed to be the biggest and brightest area in the cottage, a king sized bed floating in the middle; it was covered with lavish blankets. It had two windows on both sides of the room with the curtains drawn, letting the setting sunburst through. Underneath one of the windows was a light brown armoire, which had engraved flowers on the side. Underneath the other window was a desk that faced the setting sun. Damon was not a fan of the décor in that room, it basically screamed Bonnie. Speaking of Bonnie how dare she ridicule him for his humanity, when he had no choice in the matter. She had no idea what the hell he was going through. To have so much power and it be a part of you then to just have it disappear. God Bonnie, why did he have to be stuck here with her of all people, it's like someone or something had it out for him. Slowly he heard a noise pulling him out of his thoughts, he stepped out of the cottage to get a better hear for it since his new ears sucked.

"Damon!" he heard Bonnie squeal among the trees. What could she possibly want now?

"DAMON, HELP!" He heard the fear in her voice and ran through the foliage following her screams although it seemed like she was running away from him. He reached the boulder where she was before but she wasn't there anymore. He searched the land but it was getting dark, because the sun had already finished setting.

"Bonnie where are you?"

"Here!" After adjusting his eyes, he found her down the river holding onto a log for her dear life. It seems Bonnie was not cable sitting still.

"Hold on!" She must have fell in while he was PMSing Damon thought. He had to reach her quick because her tiny body wouldn't last long against the strengthening rapids. Eventually he lowered himself onto the log, she was grasping on to. Very carefully he inched towards her because if they both fell in, they were screwed. Bonnie fingers were slipping but Damon yanked her arm in time, and pulled her body onto the log.

"How many times do I have to save your life?" He huffed.

"Trust me if there was any other way" She shivered feeling bothered by Damon's remark, seeing how she had put her ass on the line for the Salvatores various of times.

"Is that ungratefulness I hear" Damon said while crawling, prepared to leave and let her ass fall and the current make it way with her.

"Wait-t" she said grabbing his wrist "I'm sor-ry."

Damon stopped in his tracks and stared at her. Her eyes were glowing in the dark much like a Cheshire cat, her wet hair sticking to her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Bonnie stared at how is ivory skin shone against the dark sky and his eyes pierced through the night. Damon wasn't use to hearing people say sorry to him, so he wanted to remember this moment. Especially since he thought Bonnie of all people was the last person he expected to hear apologize, to him. Bonnie shivered breaking the gaze, suddenly remembering that she was freezing. He blinked breaking the spell that he was in, and noticed that her whole body was shaking. He made way on the log for her to crawl through, she was cautious but even then she slipped a little. Damon placed his hand on her to keep her steady.

"Get your ha-nd off my a-ss right n-ow" She said her head snapping back at him, her teeth chattering the entire time.

"Relax, Judgy I'm just making sure you don't fall." He smirked, he couldn't deny that he was a little turned on right now; the glare she was giving him was pretty hot.

"I think I'll ma-na-ge." She responded while wiggling her way from underneath his hand, at the moment Damon had been put in trance as he suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to smack it. But he stopped himself as Bonnie continued to crawl even slower now.

"Take your sweet time, Judgy I'll be enjoying the view." Bonnie blushed she hated the situation that they were in.

"Shu-tup Da-mon"

"No, but seriously have you always had this ass."

"No, Damon it just magically appeared out of nowhere."

"Well maybe if you didn't wear all those god awful layers." He was silently thanking the universe for letting Bonnie die in these curve hugging skinny jeans. But he was serious why was she hiding this treasure, it looked plush but firm. He could only imagine what it possibly looked like bare; he felt that overwhelming urge to smack it again.

"I'll make sure to wear even more layers now." He chuckled he could sense her getting flustered as she landed on the ground and stood up. A little wave of sadness washed over him as he realized the amazing view was gone and once again hidden by her horrific top. Bonnie's teeth had been slamming against each other as she battled the cold.

"Take off your shirt." Damon said nonchalantly.

"What-t?"

"Leaving wet clothes on will only lead to hypothermia." She stiffened, was she willing to let herself die just so Damon doesn't see her in her bra. Damon didn't have time for this; he rolled his eyes and started taking off her cardigan, which was absolutely drenched.

"Ok I'll d-o it, ju-st don't lo-ok." He huffed but reluctantly turned around. Although he did try to sneak a peek and wasn't surprised that she had yet another shirt on underneath. He swears Bonnie must have been a nun in another life.

"I'm do-ne let's g-ooo" He turned around as she hid herself from him as best she could. Damon was astonished when he found her trembling in a bright pink lace bra. It was a sight if he had ever seen one, he was impressed Judgy was packing heat.

"I, I t-told you no-t t-to look!" He walked towards and she was terrified this was not what she wanted. Damon had his signature smirk implanted on his face, as he started tearing off his jacket. Bonnie was about to scream, she could not believe his nerve, she opened her mouth to argue. When he softly planted his leather jacket on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "What did you think I was going to do, seduce you?" She swallowed hard, as she contemplated slapping him. She would never admit it but the heat his breath brought was heavenly. He chuckled seeing her restraint.

"Come on we have to go"

"Go?" She started to zip up his leather jacket that was warm, and smelt musky, arrogant, and fabulous.

"Just trust me" He said while throwing his arm around her waist and bringing her in. He could sense her mouth opening ready to retaliate.

"Ahh ahh body heat." She frowned knowing that he was right once again.

Damon led the way, through the trees, Bonnie slightly afraid of where he was bringing them. But all her worries washed away when she saw the small cottage. When they stepped inside she stood there a moment to take it all in then she hurried to cuddle herself into the loveseat and rolled herself into a giant burrito with a plush throw blanket. Damon proceeded to start a fire glad that there were matches because he didn't want to spend hours rubbing stones together. When he glanced back Bonnie was wrapped up to the point of suffocation and her jeans laid on the floor between them. She smiled when she started to feel the cold in her bones starting to melt away. Damon planted himself in front of the loveseat despite the armchair next to it and watched the vibrant flames dance.

"Can I ask you a question?" Damon muttered into the air, believing Bonnie had dozed off already.

"If I get to ask you one too?" He silently nodded complying with her small demand.

"Why am I here?" He said his body devoid of emotion as he watched the embers tango.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, why wasn't I sucked into the great dark void, along with Markos, Silas and Katherine. I'm no better than the rest of them." He remarked unflinchingly as he withheld the symphony of emotions that played inside of him. His arm propped on one knee, what he would give for a glass of bourbon right now.

" I don't know." He wasn't surprised by her quiet answer, how could she possibly know. Bonnie studied Damon this was the second time she had seen Damon in a vulnerable state, the first being when his brother died. She could sense the silent storm behind his glass eyes, a storm that she has experienced various times before.

"But I'm glad you're here." Damon's head snapped at Bonnie's declaration. He glared at her searching for pity and artificiality in her little cat eyes. This gaze was much like the one they shared on the river except this time, Bonnie didn't break it. He was shocked to find that she was full of sincerity; he felt something move inside of him.

"Why? I'm a monster and you know that more than anyone else."

"True. You can call me crazy, but I guess I would rather be stuck in an eternity with you than have to wallow alone." He saw a smile playing at her lips, he had never taken Bonnie to be humorous but apparently death does that to a person.

"Careful Bonnie, that sounds dangerously close to a proposal."

"In your dreams!"

"Mine never, you know I'm not the commitment type."

"Of course not, what type are you exactly?"

"Oh you know the rabid sex type."

"You're disgusting!"

"Am I though?"

"Yes"

"I don't think so, it's perfectly natural to be in touch with your sexual self."

"Yeah but maybe not to your extent."

"Wait does that mean little Bonnie Bennett is in touch with her sexual side?"

"If you're asking me if I've had sex, it's none of your business."

"Which clearly means you have, you were totally banging Baby Gilbert!"

"Like I said it's none of your business!"

"So it turns out you're not a saint after all."

"Who ever said I was?"

"Please you are constantly preaching about good, love, honesty and blah, blah, blah."

"That is so not true, name a time."

"You would have probably started preaching about us being stuck here if I didn't stop you earlier."

"But it's true. I rather be here with you than nothing else at all." Damon was dumbfounded once again, at her willingness to share this sincere opinion.

"You have officially lost your coco puffs."

"I know, having died twice can do that to a person" She giggled as she tried to wrap herself even more into the blanket. Damon couldn't help but chuckle because Bonnie was being impossibly cute at that moment. Her caramel skin only heightened in the presence of the fire, he found himself not wanting to look away. But after awhile he trained his eyes to the flames, starting to lose himself in his thoughts, yet again. Bonnie watched how the fire flickered on Damon's face, making him look dark and tortured. Yes she knew Damon was a murderer but there was an underlying tone in his eyes that she couldn't exactly identify. Was it guilt, innocence, regret, longing for better, or maybe all those things at once?

After awhile she asked the question that had been burning in the back of her mind. "Why do you hate being human?" Damon blinking was the only thing that registered as him hearing her.

"Let's just say vulnerability isn't my strong suit."

"Some say vulnerability is strength."

"You know that's a load of bull." He scoffed, who was stupid enough to say that?

"I sure hope not." He wondered why on earth Bonnie would say that, when he recollected that she was just as vulnerable as him. He was hesitant to ask the question that popped into his head, yes they were opening up to each other but they still had boundaries.

"What was it like losing your powers?" She didn't reply right away in fact he didn't think she planned to at all. He thought she had already decided that they have had enough conversation for one night, and was locking her thoughts away.

"It was like losing every single part of me, and being left with nothing." He swallowed hard, that was exactly how he felt at the moment. Here he thought in his selfishness that no one had ever had to deal with all the crap he has. But Bonnie has, she's lost everything and then some but she still manages to cope. She doesn't go on a murderous rampage when things don't go her way, and things seldom go her way. He had always known that little Bonnie Bennett was better than the rest but it was now that he was starting to admire her for it. She was an unsung hero, a patron of selflessness and courage, even in the face of death. A face she has seen countless times, and would gladly see again if it meant saving the ones she loved. Both have lived through similar circumstances, and both arose from them differently. Damon would never admit to her but Bonnie was and would always be superior to him.

"Does it get easier?" Damon breathed hoping she didn't catch the fear in his voice.

"Well when I wasn't being the anchor, it was ok, I mean I was just happy to be there in any form of life whatsoever. Although I felt like I was missing a part of me but at the same time I felt like I had finally found myself. You know I was in my natural element nothing but body and soul. I guess you could say it was and still is, liberating." Damon straightened his shoulders at the thought, sifting through his body to see if he sensed anything that was suddenly free inside of him. The corner of his mouth turned down when he came up empty.

"Give it time, Damon." He clenched his jaw as she had been observing him battle himself mentally, and Damon wasn't keen on being observed. So in true Damon style he changed the subject with a raise of his brow and a tug at the side of his lips, and you knew that what ever came out of his mouth next wasn't going to be of the gentlemanly sort.

"Speaking of time, at what point exactly did you become so hot?" At that moment Bonnie experienced a whirlwind of emotions. Firstly though she wished she could give him a migraine but she settled for a kick to his head. He slanted his neck to the side expecting her reaction, leaving her foot nothing but air. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, asking herself a million questions. Why was Damon such a perv? Why did he always have to smirk? Why did he have to ruin a moment? Why couldn't he be serious? Why did he always feel the need to make her skin crawl? Why was he now questioning her body? Was her butt really that big? Why hadn't he noticed before? Was she not hot before? Did he think she was ugly? Was Damon flirting? Or just being gross? Why was she all of sudden nervous? Was he envisioning her naked? And why did she secretly like the attention?

Damon grinned as he saw that she had just became aware that she had no pants on and flustered to cover herself more, although he could not see any part of her besides her head and frizzy mane. He could see the slight rosiness in her caramel cheeks, as she strained not to look him in the eye.

"Geez if I didn't know any better, I'd think you're a virgin." Bonnie stiffened quickly and glared at him, she hated being called a virgin. Everyone use to tantalize her about it because she was the last one out of all her friends to hadn't lost it until recently.

"Bonnie no! Please tell me Baby Gilbert hit that!" Damon mistook her response.

"oh Shutup"

"Wait a minute don't tell me that you lost it to Baby Gilbert!"

"And what if I did" She said dryly hoping Damon would drop the subject soon.

"Then that's a disappointment"

"Exactly how!" Now Bonnie was starting to get frustrated because she didn't take to fondly people insulting the one she loved.

"Because with that body you should have a roster of men awaiting your commands."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm saying if you ditched that hippie dippie wardrobe and showed what your mama gave you would have ruled Mystic Falls and little Jeremy wouldn't have been the only guy to have ever noticed you. Shit one glance at that ass and everyone would have wanted a piece of you." Bonnie didn't get what he was talking about when she looked in the mirror she saw an average looking girl with a slightly lopsided face.

"Damon why do you feel the urge to exaggerate everything?"

"You act like you haven't seen yourself naked!"

"And you act like you have!"

"Trust me from what I saw tonight, I don't need anymore proof." He smirked at the memory of how she struggled to cover her wet breasts that trembled to stay inside her pink bra. Then the way her torso glided as she gasped for air, the girl worked out and it was undeniably worth it.

"Ok this conversation is officially over." She never wanted to discuss her body with Damon again in fact she doesn't even know how she let it go this far.

"I'm just saying I was impressed."

"Shutup Damon!" Damon chuckled to himself as Bonnie turned around indicating that she will be falling asleep. He was once again the champ of creating shocking situations, and he enjoyed it all too much. It looks like he would pester Bonnie a lot seeing how easy and fulfilling it was. He returned to his fire eventually started to drowse off because being human was catching up with him. Just as his lids were about to slide shut Bonnie yawns something.

"Thank you." Instantly Bonnie wins this round; she had managed to shock him into silence for the third time today. She had never ever said thank you to him heck no one does. Once again he searched for insincerity but came up empty-handed.

"For what?"

"Saving my life."

I hope you guys liked it I worked on it for a while. Leave reviews if you did and leave reviews of you didn't although I prefer that you guys like it.