Disclaimer: I don't own the songs and I don't own Vampire Diaries. It's probably best that things remain that way or all those lovely originals would be dead from exhaustion within a week. Be quiet you naughty mind.
Song: Cherry Pie – Warrant
Pairing: Bonnie/Damon
Warnings: Smut, smut glorious smut. A tiny bit of biting, the non-sexy kind.
Bamon
Dirty, rotten, filthy, stinkin'
He still found it hard to believe that she had been a virgin before him. It wasn't that Damon thought about Bonnie Bennet's sex life, at least not that often, but if he had to venture a guess he wouldn't have expected that. She was confident, beautiful and sassy and he knew he wasn't the only one to notice that. He couldn't help but love that he was the one to go where no man, and certainly no vampire, had gone before.
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Taste so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, yeah
The first time it happened was after the sixties decade dance. He took the events of that night as proof that he wasn't in love with her; he'd let her die after all and would let it happen again if it protected Elena. But she knew that, that was their understanding, something they could agree on; probably the only thing.
He was wired on adrenaline and flooded with relief that their gamble had paid off. If Bonnie had stayed dead then they were all thoroughly screwed she was literally their secret weapon and the most important part of this whole thing. Sleep just wasn't coming to him that night and this time it wasn't due to the fact that his obsession was upstairs in his brother's arms. For once he willingly went to those bitchy little witches' house, one place he certainly wasn't welcome; apparently his new found alliance with Bonnie didn't make them like him any more as they kept slamming the door in his face. "I promise I'll behave ladies." He announced from the doorstep. After a few seconds Bonnie opened the door from the inside.
"Still not happy with you?" She laughed. She held out her hand. "Come on, I can get you in." He took her hand and they let him in, although he could fell their resentment.
"Seems they like you." He observed.
"They want Klaus dead as much as us." She told him. "I'm certain of it."
"Great, how do we convince I'm on their side?" He asked. She shrugged, smirking at the trouble her sisters caused him. She released his hand as they entered the candle-lit basement.
"They're too smart to trust a vampire."
"Bitches." He hissed under his breath before being flung into a wall. He landed on the floor as a few chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling, dusting his jacket and favourite shirt. Bonnie held a finger to her lips and pointed towards a sleeping Jeremy. "So that's the reason for the romantic atmosphere." He purred mockingly.
"I told him to go home." She said, sitting next to the fire. "I need to process… just everything." She paused, wrapping a blanket around herself. "I died." She added after a while.
"Yeah, been there done that. So not impressed." He smirked, she couldn't resist smiling back. They fell into silence, not entirely awkward but Damon Salvatore was never one for quiet. "Do you need to be alone to process?" She shook her head after a minute.
"No, but could you do me a favour?" She asked.
"Have a girl die for you and she gets all expectant." He joked.
"I did it for Elena, not you." She responded, glaring at him.
"I'm kidding! What do you need?"
"Could you go put Jeremy in his own bed? He doesn't want to go but if he vanishes at the same time as I do that could make Klaus suspicious. Let's not underestimate the enemy"
"We already did that once." He agreed before racing Jeremy home. When he returned the witches let him enter. "Looks like they're coming around." He said, startling Bonnie who had changed into some pyjamas. "Over the moooooon? Cute." He teased.
"Shut up." She laughed. "I'm so tired, why can't I sleep?" She asked after a moment. He sat down next to her.
"Scared you'll never wake up?" He suggested.
"Why are you here?" She sneered, remembering that he was never helpful. He turned to face her, serious at last.
"Thank you." He said. "I'm not a fan of witches; they take care of their own before anyone else, it's in their nature. But… you laid it all on line for Elena and didn't pause for a second. I can trust you."
"You really can't." She answered after a moment. "Feels like the calm before the storm."
He placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning close. "We always survive." She nodded.
"What is wrong with me?" She snapped suddenly. "I can't stop thinking or shaking. It's not an adrenaline rush, it's a witch thing."
"Can't help with that." He admitted. "I'm sorry."
"I can't believe it, Damon Salvatore just apologised." She joked.
"Worth dying for?"
"Dying's not that bad." She commented.
"I don't remember enjoying it."
"It's the coming back that sucks." She told him. "Almost as much as you." She laughed pushing him over. In a second she was pinned to her sleeping bag with him inches from her face. The proximity wiped the smile off her face as her breathing got heavier and her heart rate quickened. She awaited his next move, poised to give him the mother or all migraines if it was needed.
"Mean." He teased quietly, her warmth breath caressing his face. There was a quiver of magic in the air around her, her powers were fully charged and they could both feel it. He leaned forward capturing her lips, fully prepared to be thrown into a wall. He wasn't prepared for her response. Her hands went to his hair pulling his face closer and kissing him back fiercely, one of her slim legs came up to wrapped around his waist as she arched her back up towards him. He growled against her mouth, pressing the weight of his body down against her tiny frame, feeling his cock already begin to grow hard. He ran his tongue along her desirable lips before thrusting into her mouth roughly. She tasted sweet and fruity as their tongues battled for dominance.
In a blur of motion she was on top. He quirked an eyebrow in surprise as she swept her hair out of her face. "If I can take Klaus I can take you." She purred. He grabbed the back of her neck licking from her collarbone to her jaw, enjoying the spicy taste of her skin and the pulsing of her blood. She moaned at his touch and shoved his shoulders against the ground. "Don't even think about it." She whispered.
He sat up, pulling her close as her legs spread, straddling him. He pinned her arms behind her back with his left hand as his right played with her hair. "There is a reason why witches serve vampires." He smirked.
"It's called compulsion." She responded. Her eyes flashing as she struggled against him before her gaze flicked to the necklace that protected her from his favourite power. He lifted the delicate silver chain.
"These come off so easily." He threatened quietly. He felt the shudder that went through her and chuckled darkly. "But so does this." He ripped open her tank top, tossing it to the sides in rags and laying her down, his mouth moving to her hardened nipples. He released her wrists as his fingers dug into her waist leaving bruises that would still be there when she faced Klaus. Her fingers raked though his dark hair as his tongue teased her mercilessly, circling one nipple then the other but not applying the pressure she needed causing her to whimper beneath him.
"Fuck Damon!" She gasped, pulling his hair violently.
"Careful what you wish for, Witch." He breathed, his words cool against her bare skin. He tugged on her nipple with his blunt teeth as she yelped in surprise before dragging his face up to hers and crashing her lips against his. She bit his lower lip causing him to laugh. He shrugged off his jacket as she ripped open his shirt leaving him bare chested. Her fingernails scraped down his back as he pushed a hand down her shorts into her dark curls, enjoying the feel and scent of her wetness. Her head feel back as his fingers slipped between her folds making her moan effortlessly. The small blue shorts were soon thrown across the room leaving her completely bare save for the glow of a hundred candles caressing her curves.
He leant back admiring her dark skin in the dim light. She shivered under his intense gaze, his eyes were almost black as they devoured every inch of her body. "You are gorgeous." He murmured, gently opening her legs. He grinned wickedly before placing a gentle kiss on the inside of her knee. He lightly dragged his rough lips up her inner thigh as she squirmed beneath him. His tongue flicked out against her soft folds before he was violently thrown into the opposite wall, his torso narrowly missing a chunk of wood. His shock was mirrored on Bonnie's face. "Not me!" She gasped. He was dropped heavily to the ground.
"Thank you Emily." He spat through gritty teeth. Bonnie stood wrapping the blanket around her nakedness. "Mood-killer?"
"Outside." She breathed softly. The dead spirits made their anger known, the walls shook and the doors slammed but they feel silent when the witch and vampire exited into the moonlit night.
Well, swingin' on the front porch, swingin' on the lawn
Swingin' where we want 'cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left and swingin' to the right
I think about baseball, swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Under the waxing moon they embraced passionately. The blanket covering her dropped to the ground as her hands moved to his belt wrenching it free. He lifted her from the ground, her long legs locking around his waist tightly. They stayed bound together as he pressed her back into the damp grass; she felt his erection press against her through his jeans and moaned shamelessly. Damon moved himself down towards her sweet cunt, inhaling the warm scent. His tongue dipped into her as she gasped in pleasure, her fingers digging into the soft ground next to her head. He groaned; the delightful scent of her making him even harder than before.
She yelped in surprise, bucking her hips as he gently sucked on her swollen clit making her quiver in pleasure. Pulling back, he blew cool air onto her sensitive cunt before plunging his long tongue into her tight hole, his thumb rubbing slippery circles over her soft warm flesh. In seconds she was breathing heavy, her long fingers threaded through his hair as her hips rocked against his mouth. The pulsating of her blood as it rushed to her sensitised area was driving him insane. He could feel the veins beneath his eyes becoming more prominent as he tried to control his blood lust. Her face grew hot and her moans became louder, she could feel a tightening in her stomach as the muscles in her legs tensed. She was close, balancing on the edge of oblivion and seconds from falling when he pulled away abruptly.
She whimpered weakly as he pressed a soft kiss to the skin above her femoral artery before pulling back to grin at her, face returned to normal. She glared daggers at him before pulling him down into a fiery kiss. He unbuttoned his jeans, desperate to feel her immediately. Her legs were vice-like around his waist, her dampness pressed against his toned stomach. His jeans were kicked off with vampire speed, their naked bodies pressed together as his hands kneaded her pert breasts roughly. He shifted her hips, positioning himself at her soaked hole. His blunt teeth grazed her neck as he sank into her slowly. She cried out suddenly, fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body bent inwards towards him, quaking faintly; he stilled as the coppery smell of blood arose from their point of contact. He pushed her wild curls out of her face before kissing her damp forehead sweetly, staying perfectly still. After a few seconds of deafening silence her body began to relax and her iron grip on his shoulders loosened. "I'm okay." She whispered hoarsely into the inky blackness between them.
Damon shook with the effort of holding himself back, muscles tensing with unreleased desire. "Are you sure?" He made himself ask. They were both playing with fire but he was the self-destructive pyromaniac. She nodded firmly. Though she couldn't see anything other than his shape in the night he saw the moon reflected in her glowing eyes, the sight almost undoing him as he began to move slowly.
She gritted her teeth, waiting for the pain to pass while feeling the stirrings of pleasure spread through her. His movements were slow, deliberate but gentle. She felt her walls stretch as he entered her fully, a small moan escaping from her closed mouth, the pain fading by the second. A small part of her mind was screaming at her to stop this, she was easily capable of it and there was no argument over the fact that this was entirely her choice. But her body wasn't listening to her mind; it was doing as it pleased and taking the less responsible part of her mind with it. Her head fell back onto the cool grass as her skin warmed as if her blood was liquid fire, she gasped for air as the swelling pleasure completely obliterated any lingering soreness and her head spun wildly. Her hands grabbed for him clinging on for dear life as she lost control beneath his strong body. Her orgasm crashed over her in endless waves as she screamed into the silent night, feeling no magic or judgement from her sisters, only intense joy and freedom.
He continued thrusting into her as her fingernails tore into the skin on his back and her cries of fulfilmentechoed through the empty night. As her strength left her in a finale weak gasp he emptied his seed deep into her fragile body, his primal roar mingling with the sound of her heavy breathing. The world ended where their senses did.
Huh, swingin' in the livin' room, swingin' in the kitchen
Most folks don't 'cause they're too busy bitchin'
Swingin' in there 'cause she wanted me to feed her
So I mixed up the batter and she licked the beater
There was no discussion as to what that night had meant, although both of them recalled every detail exactly more often than they cared to admit. Bonnie suffered no soul-searching as to whether she should still be with Jeremy or tell him what had happened; she just carried on with their relationship. As for Damon he still worshiped Elena and did everything he could to keep her alive as he promised he would and so did Bonnie.
The drama never stopped. After the sacrifice there was the werewolf bite and the second that was fixed Stefan vanished with his new best friend and at some point in the madness Jeremy was shot and died and was resurrected so the witches cut Bonnie off. So there was never a dull moment.
Stefan had been missing for two weeks when Damon pulled up at her house. It was late and he'd just missed them yet again, although the bodies left behind were still fresh, and still bore Stefan's stamp, he couldn't help feeling that they were getting further and further away. He was frustrated at the pattern they were working from, or rather lack of. There was no way of knowing where the next strike would fall and without assistance from the sheriff he'd be completely lost, which was exactly how he felt. Elena was going out of her mind while he tried to stop her finding anything that would raise her hopes, every day Stefan was gone there was less chance of him holding onto his humanity. Alaric was no help at all, he was either: drunk, drinking or hung-over pretty much all the time and with his brother leaving a party of body parts across half the country Damon didn't really have the time to take care of his best friend right now. Truth be told, he felt like ripping apart some bodies himself.
Damon sat in his car; there were lights on so someone was home. He wasn't going to move until he figured out why he had come here. He wasn't someone who needed to talk out his problems; he drank till they stopped being problems or until he didn't care about them. After a century and a half loneliness stopped being a problem too. It wasn't like the two of them were friends, before or after their brief affair. He eventually headed to her front door. Klaus's servants had been using their magic to shield their master's location from any tracking spells but considering how well the traditional tracking methods were working there was no harm in another attempt. He was about to walk in before realising that he hadn't been invited in yet, that was irritating, so he knocked and waited. "Fuck off!" Came the reply from somewhere inside.
"Is Emily around?" He called back cheerfully. There was a brief pause before the door opened. He leaned on the door frame smirking. "I'll be needing an invite." He reminded her.
"Come in." She sighed walking away, he followed behind her.
"Well that was easy." He murmured.
"I thought you were some-one else." She explained, returning to what she'd been doing in the kitchen. "Jeremy." She clarified. With a discontented huff she seated herself at the kitchen table with a bowl of chocolate covered ice-cream, determined to enjoy her pity-party with or without him. He sat opposite her.
"Sorry to interrupt the latest Mystic High drama," He said, voice dripping with sarcasm "but I was going to suggest another go at the locator spell."
"Won't work." She told him.
"They're moving faster, that could mean they're getting…"
"I won't work at the minute."
"And why is that?"
She gestured to a half-empty bottle of vodka on the kitchen counter. "Besides, my magic doesn't work when I'm pissed off." Her gaze was focused on her comfort food.
"Can't you get help from your friends on the other side?" He asked.
"They cut me off when I saved Jeremy." She spat out his name in anger. "God!" She shouted after a second. "What the hell is wrong with men? They never do what they say and they're needy and stupid and can't understand anything!" She dug into her ice cream more viciously.
"O-kay." Damon responded after a moment, retrieving the vodka for himself. "I refuse to be the sober one in here."
"I have no idea why I thought Elena's little brother would be a good idea, I blame Caroline." She ranted between bites.
"I'm always fond of blondie bashing." He sighed taking a few gulps; he was not a sounding board for inane teenage problems.
"She has to do her match-making thing without thinking out the consequences and now I'm stuck with him trailing around, complaining about me leaving for the summer and lying to me." She poured more chocolate sauce over her dessert and kept eating.
"What's he lying about?" That had caught his attention; the younger Gilbert could be very stupid at times.
"I don't know." She answered as though it was the stupidest question imaginable.
"Bonnie, this could be a lot more serious than your love life. If it's something supernatural…"
"When is it not?" She asked laughing bitterly.
"We have to know." He finished seriously.
"Then get someone else to find out, I'm not speaking to him." She answered sulkily. "And that's mine." She snapped, snatching back the vodka bottle. He responded by taking her ice cream, smirking at her.
"Mean!" She whined, having another drink.
"Have me met? I'm not a nice person." He reminded her.
"Give it back." She demanded reaching for it and instead falling onto his lap. He laughed, sliding an arm around her.
"Nope. Gluttony's a sin." He teased, her clumsy drunkenness was endearing.
"So is lust." She answered smirking at him. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Someone certainly thinks a lot of herself." In that moment she decided she hated the sight of that arrogant sexy smirk and decided to shut him up with a heated kiss. He responded forcefully, a hand twisting in her hair.
The sharp taste of vodka mingling with chocolate was delicious. He kissed her deeply savouring the feel of her flushed body pressed against his, without the judgement of her dead sisters in the way.
Bonnie manoeuvred herself into a more comfortable position, straddling his strong thighs. She broke away from the kiss long enough to pull her thin summer dress over her head and drop it on the floor leaving her only in her underwear in the warm kitchen.
He stood; the ice-cream bowl shattering on the floor. Unwilling to take the time to find a bedroom Damon laid her down on the bare kitchen table before shedding his t-shirt. Grinning, he dribbled vodka over her exposed breasts enjoying the sight of the clear liquid running over her torso. She shivered in anticipation under his dark gaze.
Her back arched off the wooden surface as his hot mouth descended on her, his tongue darting out to lap up the alcohol coating her dark skin. She moaned as his tongue dipped under the lace of her cup following a trail of vodka. He removed her bra, snapping the fastening in his haste. Her hands grabbed at his hair, her nails scrapping his scalp as his tongue swirled around her nipple turning her breathing heavy. He bent over her body his tongue travelling downwards to the waist band of her thin panties. Hot wetness spread between her thighs as his fingertips ghosted up her inner thighs. He lowered his mouth to her damp underwear lapping and sucking her clit through the lace. The last time he had wanted her too much for teasing but he chose to enjoy her now. He pushed the soaked fabric into her with his tongue as she whimpered helplessly as his thumb roughly stroked circles over her hardened clit. He felt her muscles tighten below his hands and drew back, not ready to let her come yet. He did this three times until her panties were saturated, clinging to her most intimate area and she was weak with desire.
"Please, Damon." She moaned quietly. His hands moved to her hips, he dragged her soaked underwear down her legs. She sat up pulling him into another kiss, breathless with excitement and aching want. Her hands went to his belt buckle yanking it open clumsily before undoing his flies. She lay back as he stepped out of his jeans and pulled her body towards him so her ass hung off the table, her legs held open by his firm grip.
He balanced his cock at her entrance, holding her still as she tried to push herself closer. Slowly, unbearably so, he inched inside her. The feel of her walls convulsing around his most sensitive area was exquisite. He paced up his pace slamming into her violently as she cried out his pleasure.
His hands went to her waist pulling her closer, supporting her weight. She gripped his biceps, digging her nails into the hard muscles; desperately trying to bring him closer, her nerves screaming with intensity. Her legs muscles tensed and her entire body began quivering as her orgasm began to rise within her. He pulled her upwards his hands on her back pressing her chest against his, sweat forming between them. She screamed into his neck as she came suddenly, trembling in his arms.
After a few moments of stillness he lifted her, intending to finally make it to a bed until her mouth moved over his pulse point, sucking gently. In a rush of fresh lust he gave in, dropping her onto the living room sofa and driving into her violently
They didn't make it into the bedroom that night but he was much less frustrated when he finally left. The next day sheriff Forbes called with another killing that had Stefan's mark. They were closer this time.
I scream, you scream we all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause you can't ignore her
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah
The first time Damon realised he felt something more than lust for the petite beauty was three weeks after she'd left for the summer. He found himself empathising with the emo brat. Damon had joined the pathetic loser inhabiting his friend's body for a drinking session and found himself stuck listening to the love-sick puppy moan about his long-distance girlfriend. His bourbon soaked mind finally admitting, he kind of missed her too. He didn't think sharing this information was a good idea, at least not yet he didn't but a few more drinks could change that. Luckily Alaric elected that moment to fall asleep with his head on the bar. Hoping that this new form of humiliation would serve as a wake-up call, pun intended, Damon decided to continue drinking at home in the bath.
His suspicious were correct. Drinking champagne in a bubble bath, alone, just wasn't the same. He considering finding a new friend to play with but then he was very comfortable, reaching for his cell phone he decided to explore a different form of entertainment.
Hey sexy, you've left a trail of broken hearts back here. In the grill, in the tub ;-) x
She responded rapidly.
Can a heart break if it isn't beating? Try not to electrocute yourself.
He laughed and typed back quickly.
Concerned? Or enjoying the thought of me in the bath? ;-) x
She took a little more time to reply.
You're the one texting me while naked. ;-p
He grinned, she wasn't denying it.
I didn't get any denial from you. You know what I'm wearing, care to return the favour? ;-) x
He'd barely put the phone down when it beeped a reply.
You expect me to tell you what I'm wearing? Dirty X
He was thinking of a reply when a picture arrived on his screen. His cock immediately began stirring as opened the file. It wasn't the best picture, obviously she was the one holding the phone, but she looked ravishing. She was reclining on a bed in nothing but a gorgeous forest green lingerie set. He moved one hand below the water and began pumping himself firmly.
I'm the dirty one? Get back here now or my hand might fall off X
He answered picking up speed and tightening his grip.
You heal, so pardon me if I'm more concerned with my over-worked fingers. X
He groaned loudly at the image of her satisfying herself.
Come back and you can have the real thing rather than the fantasy x
He brought up the picture of her almost naked again. Her skin was beautiful against the dark silk bra and thong. He had plans to rip those off when he next saw her.
Who says you're my fantasy? Cocky much?
He was distracted for a second by somebody entering the house. Unless it was his brother returning, unlikely, he decided to let it wait.
That fact that you're commenting on my cockiness suggests I'm correct. Keep denying it and I'll add spanking to the list of things I want to do to you ;-)
His fist began moaning faster at the mental picture of her arse warm and red beneath his hand, he was going to have to write his mental list down at some point.
If I admit it do I get to see this list? X
He texted a quick yes, wanking furiously as he heard Elena calling him from downstairs. Not now! He thought in frustration.
If I get to add to it I'll admit it x
Agreed.
His hands were moving at supernatural speed now as he heard footstep on the stairs.
Fine, I admit you make a great masturbation aid. And I do have a few things to add to that list you keep mentioning. Dirty talk for example. X
"Busy! Be out in a minute." He shouted, realising how close his lover's best friend was close to walking in on him. The last word morphed into a low moan as hecame into his own hand.
"Are you okay?" He heard from outside.
"I'll be better when the summers over." He muttered to himself, drying himself off.
Bonnie removed her drenched fingers from her underwear, sighing contently when her phone vibrated on her stomach.
Definitely ;-) xx
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face ten miles wide
Looks so good bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, yeah
Damon Salvatore was not one for sharing, as a child he would cause havoc if Stefan touched one of his toys and as he grew older that 'mine' mentality extended to women. He had moved with the times, women weren't possessions anymore, but he still didn't want to share, especially not with a moron like Jeremy Gilbert, seriously the boy had nothing going for him. Except her.
They looked far too cosy nestled in a little booth in the back of the grill. He wasn't stalking her; he received a phone call from Ric, drunk again, this week it was Damon's fault that Jenna had died. He arrived to find that Donovan had poured him in a cab and sent him home. With nothing better to do he sauntered over to Bonnie and the boy.
"Hello beautiful." He drawled, leaning on the table and ignoring her companion. "Couldn't stay away from me for too long?" He took great pleasure in her futile attempt to not stare at his lips while licking her own. He would have kissed her right there and then had her pet idiot not interrupted.
"What do you want Damon?" He asked bluntly.
He turned enough to focus his cold eyes on the moron. "Nothing wrong with speaking to a beautiful woman is there?" He raised his eyebrows in challenge before turning back to the woman in question. "Especially when it's my favourite little witch." He gave her his most devastating grin.
"As lovely as it is to see my least favourite vampire," He placed his hand over his heart in a wounded gesture "would you mind leaving us alone?" The blush on her cheeks and the smile tugging at her lips would have made ignoring her request far too easy instead he leaned in and spoke quietly.
"Your wish, my command." He purred; listening to her heart beat speed up. With a final smirk he strutted off to the bar and listened to the rest of their conversation. He could tell she could barely focus on her 'boyfriend' while he was there.
It had been ten minutes before he was able to catch her alone. She'd excused herself to go to the bathroom and he gave it five seconds before following her in. The door had barely closed when she grabbed his shirt collar and covered his lips with her own. "Took you long enough." She growled after coming up for air. Damon smirked at the effect he had on her.
"Let me make it up to you." He purred, moving them into a stall. It was more private but not by much. It was only a few seconds later that a pair of seniors came in. He placed one finger over the witch's mouth; grinning wickedly he slipped his other hand up her thigh and let his finger slip into her damp panties. She gasped as he slipped a long finger inside her, expertly stroking her most sensitive spot.
In minutes she fell apart, her back pressed against the cool tiles her tongue battling with his. It was furious, fast and passionate. He was claiming what was his.
As infuriating as it was to watch her walk back to the table where her puppy awaited; Damon deeply appreciated the view from behind, particularly enjoying that fact that her legs trembled with every step as she struggled to hide her flushed cheeks and short breaths.
Swingin' to the drums, swingin' to guitar
Swingin' to the bass in the back of my car
Ain't got money, ain't got no gas
But we'll get where we're goin' if we swing real fast
It was impossible to get her alone for weeks after that one night. There were often times when he wondered if she had regretted their brief encounters; why else would she put up with the stupid boy? But there was that glint in her eye and the quirk of her lips when she tried to keep that dirty smile from her face whenever she saw him was enough for Damon believe that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
After a while it was she that came to him. After his cave exploration with uncle werewolf, Damon had convinced Alaric to find out what had been so interesting in the vampire-proof caves. When he finally settled in to relax for the night he sensed a human outside, there was an audible heartbeat and the whir of a car engine parked outside. He opened the door to see Bonnie's silver car, the engine and radio still running. She saw him clearly through the pelting rain but made no move to leave the driver's seat. After a few seconds he folded himself into the passenger side. "Were you planning on staying out here all night?" He asked after a few seconds of tense silence. She didn't respond, only turned up the music and moved so she was straddling his narrow hips. As her lips crashed against his the seat tilted backwards beneath him. She took complete control, she was angry and desperate; kissing him like that was her source of life. Within a few seconds she had undone his belt and pulled his cock out, taking it in her small hands she pumped him firmly, feeling his length harden beneath her. He ripped her t-shirt off, moaning deeply against her mouth while she struggled to get her jeans off in the confined space. As soon as one leg was free her lace boxers were a wet tattered mess on the floor. She didn't pause before impaling herself on his hard member, sighing with relief as he filled her completely.
Still in control she set the pace, riding him roughly with abandon, her fingers locked around his neck. She threw back her head gasping for breath and Damon let his lips fall to her collar bone, lost in the scent of her: sweat, arousal and racing blood. He felt his face change as his tongue caressed her neck. His fangs extended and the veins beneath his eyes darkened. It wasn't until he heard her scream that he realised his fangs had pierced her skin and his mouth was bathed in her blood.
I scream, you scream we all scream for her
Don't even try 'cause you can't ignore her
She scrambled away from him frantically while trying to climb back into her damaged clothes. She turned to face him after crashing into the driver's side door; her eyes were wide with fear and anger. Damon froze, unsure what to do and shocked that he had lost control. After a stretch of silence that seemed to go on for hours Bonnie's breathing began to calm and her body stopped shaking. Damon couldn't take the tension for another second and tried to explain himself. "That was an accident, really…"
"Get out." She spat, her voice dangerously low. He, instead, moved closer.
"I didn't want to hurt you…" He reeled back in agony, clutching his head as explosions of colour clouded his vision. He could hear her shouting at him not to touch her as she continued torturing him. Suddenly the pain stopped and he was sprawled on the muddy ground, naked, at least twenty foot from her car as it screeched away.
His tongue ran over the droplets of blood that remained on his lips. The taste was exquisite, she tasted hot and spicy. But even a galleon of that taste couldn't make him forget the look of hatred in her eyes.
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah
She didn't forgive him but she learned to be around him. Bonnie was secretly delighted that he'd kissed Elena, apart from the small part of her that burned in jealously. She could never be close to him again after that betrayal but still the question of who he'd been thinking about while inside her was like poison. Finally she understood while Caroline had always hated coming second to Elena. Despite the physical pain she experienced whenever her mind drifted to dark hair and blue eyes it was his face she pictured in the darkness while her fingers slipped into her panties.
He behaved the same as always, keep calm and carry on. With the assistance of alcohol, of course. He convinced them both that he no longer cared, it was been a lust filled fling that he'd messed up, nothing to be too bothered about. That wasn't true; both of them realised that the night she and Abby released the original witch. It had been Damon who's found her in the cave, only just in his reach. She woke up groggy and confused.
"What happened?" He asked as her eyes found his.
"I don't know, but it was powerful. Whatever was in there…" Her hand brushed against his face as he helped her to her feet. A shot of heat hit him so hard he stumbled backwards as her body glowed with magic. "What was that?"
"Something powerful." He guessed. He noticed that spiced dark scent before he noticed the bloody seeping from her forehead. He bit into his wrist and offered it to her. She shook her head firmly. "Take it. You're hurt and god knows what else might have been damaged, you had to have been flung a long way so will you just drink it."
"Not a chance." She said quietly, staring at the floor. He growled in annoyance.
"Do have to be so difficult?" He snapped.
"I'm not drinking that!" She stated firmly.
"Only because it mine." He pointed out. "You're behaving like a child."
"You bit me!" She spat venomously. "You have no right to complain about my behaviour."
"I do things I don't have to." He blurted out, had that become his default apology? "And I'm sorry." He choked out. She opened her mouth to throw some sort of insult at him until she realised what he had said and let her mouth hang open.
Those lips looked too tempting to resist so he shoved her against the stone walls and covered them with his own. She responded in half a second, tugging him closer with her arms and moaning with his thigh separated hers. The passion grew and they were nearing the point of no return when a groan sounded from the other side of the coffin. They wretched apart as Abby regained consciousness.
A minute later and Bonnie was ready to pretend nothing had happened. Damon, however, was not.
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face ten miles wide
Looks so good bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, yeah
Pie, yeah
Swing it
All night long
Swing it
Bonnie took a couple of pain pills, grimacing at the pain in her back. The wound on her forehead may have been the most serious but the bruises decorating her back and her right arm were going to continue hurting for a while. She winced slightly as she turned the hot tap on, her plan was to wait for the warm water to ease the pain enough for her to concentrate on what had come out of that coffin and how it could be the key to killing Klaus. Destroying the Original's was more important than ever now that Damon and Elijah had unleashed the entire family, minus the Father who had once been their best shot at ending this torment… her mind wandered when she thought of Mikael. There was something niggling at the back of her mind, she knew… something. She sighed in frustration, it was like the part of a dream that she couldn't remember only she sensed it was much more important. The cut of her head was stinging like crazy, she had been lucky it wasn't too deep but that didn't make the pain any easier. She turned to lock the door and instead almost leapt out of her skin. "Jesus Christ, Damon!" When the hell had he slipped in.
"Miss me?" He smirked.
"I'm putting a bell on you." She threatened as her heart beat began to return to normal. The realisation began to dawn on her that they were alone again and she was wearing nothing but a towel. She felt her cheeks begin to burn and the low chuckle told her he'd noticed her blushes as well.
"Feeling hot?" He moved closer and she was struck by how animal his movements were, like a jungle cat. Did his leather jacket usually hide that? It was so noticeable now he was only covered by a thin charcoal shirt and dark jeans. She licked her lips that felt dry as parchment. "No need to stay covered up on my account." He purred his hands brushing along the fluffy fabric covering her breasts. He slowly leaned in, giving her time to pull away, as his cold breath ghosted over her lips she dropped the towel and gave in to his kiss.
I'm a trained professional
Swingin' in the bathroom, swingin' on the floor
Swingin' so hard forgot to lock the door
In walk her daddy standin' six foot four
Said, "You ain't gonna swing with my daughter no more"
Her hands moved to his face as she scratched the faint stubble there. His hands were on her slender waist holding her close. His kiss was slow and deep, different from the furious way his mouth usually dominated her and so intense it made her head spin. Her hands moved to his shoulders and slid to the top button of his shirt. She slowly popped open each button, the tips of her fingers caressing his newly exposed skin. The fabric fluttered forgotten to the floor as Damon's hands wrapped around her pulling her closer. She shivered in his hands, the cold air flowing in through the open window causing goosebumps to rise over her skin.
He felt the shudder that ran through her and pulled her closer, into his warmth. He knelt on the tile floor, laying her flat on the thick rug that cushioned her aching back. Drawing away from her lips at last, he gently brushed his mouth over the pattern of bruises adorning her arm. She moaned softly, the feather light touches made her nerves jump and fizz with excitement.
Steam from the running water began filling the bathroom, enveloping the couple in a dream like cloud of solitude until the outside world no longer existed. He entered her smoothly and she cried out in pleasure arching up towards him, clinging tightly to his shoulders. They moved together; sweat sliding over their skin and the rush of running water muffling any sound but her rasping breath.
They were sealed together in a tangle of flesh and ecstasy when she came screaming and shaking with weakness and rapture. She was violently ripped from her haze of bliss when the bathroom door crashed open. Due to vampire speed Damon had his jeans on and she was covered with a towel before the door was fully open. However there was no hiding what had just happened from her father.
Arthur Bennet was a big man, he was tall and broad, a terrifying rugby player in his youth and from the look on his face Damon's head was about to become a ball. Bonnie scrambled up on shaking legs. "Daddy…" She began but trailed off when she didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Turn off the water before you flood the bathroom." He growled, eyes fixed on the dark haired man in his little girls bathroom. "Who the hell are you?" He barked.
"I'm Damon Salvatore, a friend of Elena's." Damon informed him, grinning like the cat who got the cream. "And you really want to use a less threatening tone with me." Bonnie's father looked ready to explode with rage when Damon pushed him against the wall. "You were just making a cup of coffee and came to ask if your daughter would like one but the door was locked as she was taking a bath so you left. You never saw me and will not remember what really happened. Bye now." Arthur left in a daze to have his coffee, wondering why he wanted coffee at this late hour.
Bonnie slammed the door and firmly locked it. "You didn't lock the door?" She hissed.
"It's your bathroom." Damon answered. "I assumed it was already locked."
"I was about to lock it when you showed up."
He smirked. "Sorry to be such a distraction." Bonnie laughed despite herself, sitting on the edge of the bath.
"Parents." She sighed after a moment. Damon sat next to her nodding.
"Thank God you never have to meet my father." He pointed out but Bonnie's face had lost all trace of humour. "What?"
"The Mother." She whispered. "That's what it was in the coffin!" She stood up. "It fits, a blood bond was needed to open it. Klaus said he wanted his family back, not his siblings, and that power surge… That's got to be it. The Original witch!"
"So the thing that's going to help us finally kill Klaus is his mother?" Damon asked. "Sounds about right."
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good make a grown man cry.
Sweet cherry pie, oh yeah
A year later Bonnie lay on the deck watching Damon skip rocks over the surface of the lake. She'd asked Elena if she could spend a weekend alone at her family's lake house while Damon pretended to be visiting an old friend out of town. Now that Elena had become a vampire Damon was free to enter without invite and the sun had made a glorious appearance. It was a perfect weekend, almost surreal when compared to their usual lives.
A shadow fell over her body. "You're in my light." She commented.
"Good thing, you're gonna burn up." Bonnie lowered her sunglasses to look up at her lover.
"Look who's talking." She quipped.
He lay down next to her under the late afternoon sky. "Do you know what day it is?" He asked.
"No. I'm too relaxed to know my own name." She responded.
"It's been a year since the sixties dance." He reminded her. She wrinkled her brow, could a year have gone by so fast?
"Wow, seems like just a month ago." She commented after figuring out he was right. She rolled onto her side to face him. "I've gone a whole year without dying." She smiled. "Quite an achievement for a Mystic Falls resident."
"Klaus seems to have managed it." Damon grumbled.
"Yeah, but he left ages ago, besides we're at the lake house so he doesn't exist." Bonnie reminded him before dropping a kiss on his lips.
"Forgot." He answered contritely.
"You can make it up to me." She answered playfully while moving to straddle him. "Although it may take the rest of the weekend."
Put a smile on your face ten miles wide
Looks so good bring a tear to your eye
Sweet cherry pie, sweet cherry pie, yeah
Damon sank back in the bath, admiring the naked beauty in front of him. He'd insisted on her help getting clean and instead they'd both wound up more dirty. "You are a very counter-productive bath buddy." He told her, handed her a glass of champagne. Bonnie scoffed.
"I only came over because I was promised a chicken but you have let me go hungry"
"You came over in that lacy black dress." He argued.
"How is that relevant?" She asked laughing.
"If you wear my favourite colour there will be consequences." He told her.
"I'll have to wear more black then."
"I insist upon it." He agreed leaning in for a deep kiss. He drew back and cocked his head as the front door swung open. "It's Elena." He said.
"Well she's hardly likely to come in while you're in the bath is she." Bonnie answered, taking another drink and sinking further under water. "I like this tub better, it's bigger."
"It has a Jacuzzi function too." He smirked, pushing a button that caused the water to bubble wildly. Bonnie laughed and leaned into his arms.
"Damon?" They heard a shout from downstairs. "Are you in the bath?" He growled in irritation.
"Yep. We can discuss the latest drama when I'm finished." He answered, a hand slipping between Bonnie's thighs.
"It's too important." Elena insisted walking straight into the bathroom and almost shrieking at the sight before her. "What the Hell?"
Huh, swing it
I AM SORRY! My laptop went a bit mad; it seems to resent my boyfriend's presence for some unknown reason. Basically it was running as slowly as possible, occasionally ignoring my typing and decided it didn't feel like running word every so often. It's fixed now though and I'll try and update more often in the future. I'm still taking requests that will be filled I promised. I didn't know Bonnie's dad's name so he's Arthur. Also everyone start eating at Nando's because I work there now.