This one is for Juno. Thank you for sharing! I'm so happy to hear things have turned around for you. And I hope they'll continue to do so. :) What you said made me love Bonenzo even more. They had a true impact on your life, and it's awesome!

Anyways. I might post something else soon, i can't get that other thing out of my head, but we shall see. Thank you all for reading. For now, this:

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Bonnie had been upset when Damon had desiccated. And she had been upset when he was suddenly back - brought back by his brother, who needed his help. And somehow she had always only been an afterthought. Not important enough for a goodbye in person, not important enough to let her know he was going to be brought back. And most definitely not important enough to be the leading character in the story that was clearly never about her life, just theirs.

With a sigh, she got out of the car that Enzo had already exited. He wasn't even waiting for her, just went straight over to the cabin. A telling move. She sighed.

They had argued with Damon earlier. Damon had threatened Enzo, told him he'd messed up by giving Bonnie the pills that might (would?) cause her death. They had done their little vampire spiel, getting in each other's faces, like a dance of aggression.

Of course she'd defended Enzo. How could she not? He'd been there for her, he'd made her his priority while Damon was only back because of Stefan. It hadn't been his choice to come back, and it had nothing to do with her, while everything Enzo had been doing had been for her.

She quickly ran after him, in time to see him slouch down on the couch, shoulders hanging, eyes trained on the window. Looking anywhere but at her.

"Enzo," she called him.

"He's right, you know, it's my fault. Everything I've done-"

"No," she vehemently disagreed and walked around to sit down next to him. She looked at him, strangely afraid to touch him. "He is not right. He-"

"Is worried about you, Bonnie. You're his best friend and he knows I screwed up."

"He has no right to be worried. He forfeited that right when he decided desiccating was the better way to spend the next sixty years of his life, rather than be there for me while I outlive mine. He didn't want to see me again while I was alive. He made a choice, Enzo."

He smiled, but it was not a happy expression at all. "It's what I told him…" he said, and finally he looked at her. "He made a choice, while I… made a horrible mistake."

"We live and we learn," she tried, but he just made a face at her.

"I'd rather not make you part of that process, love. I'm so sorry I put you through all this. If I had done a little more research before giving you Rayna's blood…" he trailed off, unsure of what to say. She put a hand on his arm, a soft touch, and he looked down on it, then at her.

"I'll fix this, Bonnie. I promise I'll fix this."

She smiled. "I know," she whispered, though she didn't. She was not sure she'd survive all this, but she was very sure that Enzo would put everything into trying to make it alright. And that was enough for her.

"First things first,"'she whispered, her hand slowly trailing further up till she got to his neck, his face, his lips. "I think I could really use some distraction. Do you think you could help me with that?"

She didn't leave room for interpretation when she determinedly grabbed his hand and placed it where she most needed it, between her legs. No preamble. His eyes widened, and a small curl formed his lips into a happier expression.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his touch so gentle, so careful. He didn't want to hurt her.

"Very," was all she managed, as his hand had already started to move in a slow rhythm.

"Well then… I think I could do that…"

And for a while they both forgot all about Rayna, Damon, anti-magic pills, and bad repercussions.

For a beautiful perfect moment, it was just them again.

…

When the afterglow had subsided and they both lay curled up on the couch together, Enzo very careful so as not to aggravate her lesions, they daydreamed together for a little moment longer.

Bonnie wished she wouldn't ever have to wake up out of this perfection again. But of course she knew Rayna was waiting, and more evil vampires needed to be checked off a list and so on and so forth.

She had just made an offhand remark about always playing second fiddle even in her own life, the chase after Rayna's vampires overshadowing everything else, when Enzo suddenly raised himself up on one arm to look at her.

"You do know, love, that all your friends are currently out there killing off bad guys to appease Rayna Cruz, right? Stefan and Alaric put their awkward little rivalry behind them for the time being, Caroline is doing her part, and Damon is busting his ass to get even the last name scratched off the list."

She gave him a look when he said the older Salvatore's name, but he stared her down. She felt a smile creep onto her face. She'd never quite understand it, but despite everything, they both had the strangest friendship with Damon.

That didn't mean she was ready to let the man off the hook just yet. But she had to admit that Enzo had a point. Damon was going a mile a minute to help her out, risking his own health and life while doing so. Deep down she knew he regretted his earlier decision, and he wasn't just doing all this to appease Elena when she woke up. He was doing it for Bonnie.

She sighed.

"I'll have to forgive him, don't I?" She said, her hand absently stroking his naked chest. And she felt his voice reverberate under her touch when he replied.

"If you don't want to do it for him, do it for yourself, love."

"I know, I know. It's how he is, who he is. Mental anguish over his actions is just not worth it, right?" He smiled as she repeated some of his earlier words to him. "If only it was that easy. I… ugh, please, Enzo, save me from myself, give me something else to think about."

Both their gazes fell on the lesion on her hand at that very moment and there was a brief pause in which neither of them said anything. Bonnie was trying to mentally prepare herself for another, worse topic, when Enzo suddenly said, "Have you ever gone surfing?"

She looked at him, puzzled, "Have I… what?!" This was a question she'd not been expecting. She slowly sat up, and the blanket they'd loosely draped over themselves fell off the couch as her legs found the floor.

Enzo didn't seem to have a problem with suddenly being exposed to her gaze and she smiled at his confidence. "Surfing," he was saying, letting her take him in before he, too, sat up right next to her, naked body touching naked body. "You know, the ocean, waves, a surfboard."

She frowned. "No. Can't say that I did. Have you?"

Instead of directly answering her question he feigned shock at her confession. "Well, we better remedy that, then. Bonnie Bennett, pack a bag - make sure you bring swimwear,"

"Swimwear, eh?" she teased him, "Don't you mean a bikini?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as suggestively as she could, which just earned her a laugh.

"Is that supposed to be your best seductive impression? Because to be honest, I think I've seen better."

She slapped him playfully. "You're not supposed to say something like that to your girlfriend," she informed him while she started putting some clothes on, "But anyways. I never pictured you as the type to go surfing…"

It was his turn to give her a look. "What's that supposed to mean? You don't think my pasty complexion and dark hair adhere to the typical surfer stereotype?"

She laughed, a full blown laugh that made him happier than anything.

"I wouldn't call you pasty, just-"

"Just what?" He interrupted her, curious now, and he turned her half clothed body toward him, cupping her chin, making her look at him. He was still stark naked and an appreciative hiss escaped her that she tried to stifle by biting down on her lower lip.

"Just…" she tried to concentrate on their little banter, but it was getting more difficult by the second. He was drawing a line down her collar, to her sternum, further down.

"Just?"

"Pale," she muttered, and his finger stopped a little shy of her pantyline.

He nodded, then pulled her closer. "I'm a pale surfer then."

She slung her arms around his neck, and smiled up to him. "My pale surfer… what else don't I know about you, yet?"

"You'd be surprised…" He raised his eyebrows briefly, then dipped a finger down under the elastic of her panties. The next explanation was completely without words…

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It was way after. After Rayna Cruz was dead, after Bonnie was healed up, after the sirens had taken Damon and Enzo, after everything.

It was Enzo's bucket list day, the day she'd insisted he needed, and a top priority on his list had been this:

Moonlight surfing. With her. Of course she'd protested. "The ocean is too dark and too scary at night. You can't see anything out there."

"That's half of the fun, love," he'd argued.

She had never surfed in her life before. She still couldn't quite grasp the fact that he had. Granted, he didn't tell her that it had been decades since last he'd gone out on a board. But it didn't matter.

They started the day super early. They were at the beach by four. Dawn was still far enough away, and the moon full enough to provide them with some extra light. Not that he needed it, his night vision was nigh on perfect. But she was relieved to find that it wasn't as pitch black as she'd feared.

"I'm not comfortable with this," she'd whined, once she was already out with her feet in the water, board awkwardly held in her arms.

Of course he'd just smiled at her and pointed out that she had insisted on this day and that this was part of the list. "Come on, Bonnie, it'll be fun!" He'd called out against the waves and it turned out to be true.

She didn't get much actual surfing in, but he showed her how to do it, how to stand up and balance her weight, how to dive under a wave and not let it crush her. And when her lesson was over and the sky tinted a little more blue rather than black, they both sat on their boards for a little while longer, bobbing on the waves, laughing, and yelling ridiculous confessions for no one else to hear.

Because that had also been on his bucket list: scream out to the world how he felt about Bonnie Bennett.

"I love you, Bonnie Bennett!" He yelled, and she broke out laughing when he cajoled her on with a jerk of the head.

"Come on, love, try it out, it feels liberating."

And he was right.

She smiled, her body glittering with water and the last light of the moon. It was the perfect moment. Time stood still…

She looked at him, smiling. Then she yelled.

"I love you, Lorenzo St. John!"

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