Title: Causalities of Accidental Dating
Author: skysamuelle
Author's Note: Betaed by Emmy/martinigirl15, inspired by impishdragon
Rating: PG 13ish
Timeline: Post 'Fool Me Once'
Summary: Extended version of my drabble ' Accidental First Date' that somehow morphed in a real fic. A series of accidental dates between Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore stir feelings of a deeper nature than anyone would have guessed. Currently on – successful murder plots, dinners and a morning after .
Part 7
XII
Their plan is of a frightening simplicity. Katherine has a tendency to get nostalgic whenever Bonnie is around, because of her old and controversial friendship with Emily, and Klaus wouldn't mind a vampire witch in his following.
So Damon and Bonnie make a concerted effort to get Katherine to consider how good it would be to have a new Bennett as handmaiden, potentially forever, like the idea is actually hers.
It's easier than they expect, because Katherine is nothing if not arrogant, and a few staged meetings with Bonnie are enough to rouse her interest.
Stefan and Elena are kept in the dark about the scheme, since it's unlikely that they would stand for letting Bonnie play bait under Damon's supervision, and even if they agreed, they would most surely try to take the matter under their control.
Bonnie manages to draw Katherine to the tomb's vicinity eventually, and this is where the great battle takes place.
The female vampire fights back like Hell's fire is animating her, but in the end the witch succeeds in immobilizing her long enough to allow her childe to rip her heart out.
He stares into Bonnie's eyes as he does it with his bare hands, and there's such a raw, unparalleled, raging agony in that gaze than it takes her breath away.
They set the body on fire afterwards and sit side to side, watching the flames consuming it.
His back against an oak tree, Damon struggles to contain his ragged breathing and grits his teeth angrily, pushing aside the pain.
Bonnie eyes his cuts and bruises with a concern that takes her aback. She feels like she might throw up, because the corpse looks really, really too much like Elena, and she feels this irrational wave of horror for having contributed to the bitch's death. She doesn't dare imagine how much worse it must be for Damon, who has loved and longed to see Katherine again for more than a century, just to have her obsessing over his brother and his human girlfriend once she entered his life again.
"You aren't healing very fast," she comments softly, crawling in front of him to examine better the wounds on his chest.
The truth is that he doesn't look like he is healing at all.
"I bled a lot"- he hisses-"I need to feed."
She nods, although she can see plainly he doesn't expect her to offer him anything but a fast ride to the Salvatore's boarding house.
"Then you'll soon owe me a dinner."
She sighs, but the disbelief on his features, as she tugs her sleeve up to wave her bare wrist under his nose, pulls soon a genuine smile out of her.
"That's not ideal for you. It would make it more painful, and it would take longer to heal- "
"Well, not my neck either, my nerves are frayed enough for tonight."
Damon shrugs, biting the inside of his cheek. "Your shoulder will do fine."
"Okay"
Bonnie acquiesces, swallowing the knot in her throat, her back ramrod straight as she moves to sit cross-legged at his left.
Despite herself, she shivers when Damon's fingers brush her hair gently aside, baring her nape.
She fumbles her way through getting the first buttons of her shirt open, so he can pull the cloth enough to expose her shoulder entirely.
"No need to be jittery"- he murmurs in her ear, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaling her scent deeply- "I'll take care of you and this will go over so much better if you're relaxed."
It doesn't sound like the vampire is talking about biting at all, and that makes her flush even more intensely, although she truly should know better.
His cold lips kiss a reverent path from the spot behind her ear to the space between her shoulder blades and her flesh melts like butter in response, her eyelids fluttering closed.
Bonnie jumps when his fangs nip experimentally at her warm skin, whimpers when they sink in. Her mind floats in a bright white nothing for awhile, but then the pain recedes and all that remains is the odd sensation of Damon's mouth suckling on her gently but greedily, like he's a newborn child and she is the one giving life to him with every mouthful he takes.
Her blood throbs through her body and flows into his in steady, regular sips: it builds up a peculiar sense of connection between them, and suddenly she feels almost…protective, pleased that he needs her so much now.
She starts feeling lightheaded, and she notices she can't feel the fingers that were clutching closed the ends of her half-unbuttoned shirt anymore.
"Stop, please"- she drawls in a drowsy, faint voice- "I'm starting to get numb."
The witch feels the vampire jerking behind her and a sharp hit of unexpected pain after, his fangs are gone and his tongue is soothing the area of his bite.
Sleepy and weak, Bonnie barely even realizes his hands are reaching around her, buttoning her shirt swiftly before he scoops her up in his arms.
"Stay awake. You'll be good as new once I get some food into you. "
"You do owe dinner," she repeats lethargically, pressing her cheek against his chest. He feels warmer and she decides he doesn't smell half-bad.
Sooner than she would think possible Bonnie is in her kitchen, standing by Damon as he prepares pasta.
"Do you know of much of a cliché it is, the Italian boy who knows how to cook spaghetti?"
"Shut up"- he grumbles, setting her steaming, inviting plate before her-"I am not Italian and clichés are acceptable when used to get delectable little birds like yourself to spread- "
"Thank you for breaking the illusion that you were civilized. It was beginning to creep me out "
She grins and attacks her dinner with gusto, glad he is eating with her because she really, really didn't feel like being alone tonight.
"It's good."
"Don't sound so surprised. I can be civilized if I want to be. "
He sounds like a sulking little boy when he gets defensive after real or imaginary criticisms: Bonnie discovers it's dangerously close to becoming endearing.
"Yeah, you can."
--
Damon volunteers to spend the night in the Bennett house instead of bringing her over to Elena's, so they can both get some rest before they have to hand out excuses and explanations right, left and center.
She hands him some of her father 's clothes and offers her father's bedroom and there's a disturbing domesticity about the whole process.
Bonnie wakes up early the morning after, her heart in her throat, her legs eager to swing out of bed. Her senses are befuddled and reaching out for something she can't see and she doesn't know why.
Then she remembers and walks down, half-expecting to find her protector gone.
Damon is in her kitchen, by the stove, frying the bacon whose smell is flavoring the room, scrambling some eggs while the coffee gets done.
He doesn't turn toward her, although he must have sensed her arrival.
"This is very surreal," she says, suddenly self-conscious of her bedhead and morning breath, pulling her robe tighter around herself.
Which is stupid, she will reprimand. What does she care if a homicidal vampire sees her looking like a mess?
"Good morning to you, too."
Damon greets her with that irritating, occasionally sexy smirk.
"Good morning."
She echoes, feeling an odd, soothing warmth filling her up slowly. For once, she doesn't mind that her father is out of town, although she can hardly recall the last time he waited around to have breakfast with her, even when he wasn't physically away.
AN: This story has now an official soundtrack I listen on while elaborating my updates :
Hazy by Rosi Golan
A Lonely Septemberby Plain White Ts (most especially)
Fight for all wrong reasons by Nickelback
I'd Come For You by Nickelback
Collide by Howie Day