Fair warning: this is a bit more than a T-Rating... I'm not that great at writing smut, but hey, you gotta at least try every once in a while, right? Let me know how bad it is! Anyways; thanks Guest: I'll keep going, though chapters come sporadically and most likely not chronologically. We shall see.

Bonnie. My time. You loved me more than anyone. That's enough.

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The day Bonnie brought Enzo back from the precipice and made him turn his humanity back on was also the day the cabin burned.

She didn't even know why she chose fire, but here they sit and watch as the flames consume everything.

"I almost killed you," Enzo said, and there was a hint of devastation in his tone.

"I'm still here," she told him, reassuringly, "Look at me. You're okay now. You're okay. And you're stuck with me forever. 'Cause I'm never leaving."

And she meant it. She wasn't going anywhere without him.

They sat for what seemed like forever, just staring into the fire, holding each other, clinging to each other like two survivors on a lifeboat. Of course there had never been a chance to save the cabin, but eventually Bonnie felt like she had to at least try to make the fire stop before nothing was left of their safe house, their refuge.

When all fire was burnt out, just a little ember left in the destroyed brittle black walls, they finally stood up, ready to leave.

"I'll miss this place," Bonnie said wistfully, braiding her arm through his, allowing him to pull her closer to his side, till she could lean against him. A painful cough shook her then, and Enzo looked at her with concern. "I'll be fine," she said, cupping her mouth and coughing again, but she saw him prick his wrist anyways and offering it to her to drink.

"I was ready to die, love. I meant what I said, your love is enough for me," Enzo muttered and looked down on her with an affectionate smile, "it's not your time, yet, though. And it won't be for a very long while. So please drink. Because I couldn't bear for you to suffer because of me. - Or worse…"

She smiled back at him, putting a hand against his chest, "Okay," she allowed, then carefully took his hand, his arm, guided it to her lips, and drank.

Her lips on his warm skin made her tingle, and before she knew it, he had whirled her around and kissed her so passionately that she was glad he was holding a hand against the back of her neck, basically holding her up. Because her legs felt like wax, ready to just melt away.

She felt his tongue explore her mouth, thrusting forward, and she used her own to dance with his, tracing his movements, tracing his teeth. Gently she bit his lip, then ever more demanding.

His hands traveled up, suddenly under her clothes, and she gasped when he expertly unclasped her bra, cupping her breast in his warm grip.

They were still in the wide open space outside, the smoke from the cabin lingering in the air they breathed, but she didn't care. Neither did he.

It was not exactly warm, but the heat from the dying fire and their passionate love made them both oblivious to it.

Suddenly all Bonnie wanted to do was crawl inside of him, be one, just his skin on hers not enough anymore. She wanted to never be separated from him again.

She busied herself trying to open his belt, and when her nervous fingers just couldn't seem to get it done, she looked up at him, exasperatedly, "Geez, what is wrong with this thing?" she asked, and he laughed at her, a warm sincerely amused laugh, but he helped her out and just pulled the belt away and let it drop to the floor by her feet.

"That's so much better," she murmured with her mouth against his neck, then her hands made good use of the way better access and she gently caressed him, touched him, and then gripped him, hard, before shimmying out of her own clothes.

"We can go to the car," he whispered, sounding hushed and out of breath, but she shook her head. She needed him now.

Here.

Suddenly, she was stark naked and shivering, both excited by being so exposed and a little intimidated. What if someone came by?

But no one had ever done that in over three years, so why would they be starting now? She nervously giggled to herself and he cocked his head, a slight frown tainting his smile. "What's so funny?" He asked, and she shyly looked at him from under her lashes.

"Just… us, out here. We almost died in there, you were almost lost to me, and now…"

"You are ready to be ravaged by me? Your dark vampire that's going to have his way with his girl?" she asked, making her smile become heated.

"Uh huh," was all she could say, before she felt herself being swooped up and she put her legs around him, straddling him as he gently laid her down on their discarded clothes. He stared at her for a long moment, making her shiver, her nipples perking up even more, even before he touched her there, again, twirling them between his fingers, then laying his mouth above first one, then the other, sucking and pulling.

She moaned, arching her back to meet him, but he was already traveling further down, not before she'd gotten a good look at his erection.

"I want you inside of me," she moaned, her voice raspy with anticipation, but he shook his head briefly, "Not yet, love. Let me see you first. Let me taste you."

"Argh," she made, but she was enjoying it. His attention to detail, his strong arms coming up over her stomach, just as his mouth traveled further down, licking, kissing. She grabbed his wrists, his hands, guiding them to her breasts, and she hissed out when he rubbed her nipples, and started kneading, just as his tongue licked her length further down.

"Oh my god," she moaned, almost angry at her body, because she knew she was not gonna last long. She was so starved for this. She needed this so much. "Come inside me, please," she begged, but he was still just licking, nibbling, circling her clit, once, twice, so achingly painfully slow.

"Harder," she whispered, but he continued his pace, it was almost agonizing. Her clit was tingling, burning, his tongue barely grazing its sides, and she needed him there, right there, she needed him to fill the void inside of her. "Please," she begged, and she grabbed his head with both her hands, pushing. Briefly she saw him emerge, a wide hot smile on his face, a turned on flush painting his usually pale cheeks the tiniest bit. Then he dove under again, between her legs, and she felt him insert a finger, then two, then one very close to her behind and she gasped when she realized what he was about to do.

One long arm was still coming up by her side, and while one hand was busy further down, the other was playing with her nipples, twisting them harder now, pinching, rolling, and she was so close, so close.

He licked her whole length again, his tongue finally, finally where she needed it most, and the tingling turned into something unbearable as he did it again, and again, and…

She pushed her pelvis up into the air, to feel the pressure where she needed it, and then a sudden release washed over her in waves until she was completely spent. But his tongue was still flicking at her. One more time. Another, and she started giggling and pushing at him, saying "stop stop stop!" and he came up to look at her, grinning wide.

"You are gorgeous, Bonnie Bennett," he rasped, and she felt shy all over again in her postcoital awkwardness, but before she could say anything, he gripped her legs, pushed them open a little more, positioning himself, and with a silent question in his eyes that she answered with an eager nod, he entered her, his length filling her, touching even the last parts of her that had needed release. "Fuck me," she ordered, suddenly bold again, "hard!"

And his pace picked up until they found a rhythm together. Then she pushed herself up, repositioning, and let him take her from behind, one of his hands on her ass, the other on her breast, his mouth against her neck, and when eventually he came, too, she felt a prick as he bit down and she gasped.

When all was over, they tumbled down in a heap, clutching each other, spent, but so very content. So happy.

…

Later, in the car, he apologized for biting her. "I got carried away a little," he told her awkwardly, a little ashamed, and their gazes met.

She merely smiled at him. "I thought it was pretty hot, actually," she said and kissed his cheek while one hand absently touched the place on her neck where his teeth had sunk into her

And he knew it was true when he saw the gleam in her eyes.

This woman truly was enough.

More than.

And he was the happiest, luckiest man alive.

This, then, was his time.

This.