Title: Casualties Of Accidental Dating
Author: skysamuelle
Author's Note: Betaed by Emmy/martinigirl15, inspired by impishdragon
Rating: MATURE
Timeline: Post 'Fool Me Once'
Summary: A series of accidental dates between Bonnie Bennett and Damon Salvatore stir feelings of a deeper nature than anyone would have guessed. Currently on – More hotness ensues.
Part 10
XV
On the surface, their morbid excuse for a relationship is no more than a random series of hook-ups.
That doesn't mean Bonnie and Damon have no rules. They have tons of them. Most of them unspoken, only two actually acknowledged and verbally agreed upon.
The first one is fairly expected: nobody knows, so nobody will butt in and no ulterior motives will have the chance to come into play.
The second one is that they will never owe each other anything. No demands, no expectations, no attempt to 'improve' each other according to their personal needs. They are only free to take from each other what's gratuitously offered. Free companionship, free sex, free protection. She won't demand that he grow up and be better only so she can feel less guilty about fucking a murderer, he won't try to manipulate her into something dark and twisted like himself, only to get a kick out of it.
There are times, when he passes her by and gives one of those secretive, telling glances or when she enters a room and spots him in a corner, that Bonnie feels this…giddy, low-burning feeling tugging at the very core of her. She ignores it, of course, because having a crush on Damon is not an option for so many sensible reasons. They have what they have and she tells herself it's a temporary reprieve from the mad chaos surrounding them: it will pass. It's enough to let her treasure their connection, the secret elation of his touch and mouth on her skin.
There are nights Damon watches over her while she sleeps, silently horrified at the purposeless fragility of her mortal life. He imagines that dark, soft skin wrinkling, that supple flesh decaying, that pretty visage aging beyond repair: it feels like an unbearable violation to him.
Those moments, he is seriously tempted to sire her before it's too late. She might hate him for a while but eventually he would get her back. He might make sure that she has nobody else to turn to, or he might spirit her away on some secluded getaway until she saw what a gift immortality could be.
Then he realizes he doesn't want her to change in any way. He doesn't want to see her innocence and compassion swept away by predatory instincts. That train of thought always confuses him greatly, so he always dismisses it at once and pretends he never considered it.
He is around her house constantly: to piss her off, to protect her from Klaus's minions, to help her train with offensive spells, to give all the lust free rein. They bicker, they discuss magic, they watch TV on her couch when they aren't making out on it.
He complains or lectures endlessly about inane things she doesn't care about at all, she will roll her eyes at him in disdain before quipping something like "God, you love hearing yourself talk!" or "You need serious therapy. Or you would, if I wasn't sure you would eat the shrink the moment he hits all the right questions."
Then she usually sways boldly up to him, stands on her tiptoes and brushes her lips against his, twining her hands around his neck and slipping her fingers through his hair.
He will allow her to shut him up that way because he gets to hold her tightly, to slide his hands under her shirt and rake his fingernails on the small of her back. But sincerely? He only hates that she so rarely kisses him first.
Most of their time together, Bonnie will instigate him to initiate it, never pretending she doesn't want it or that she doesn't know where all their arguments and teasing eventually lead, but the first step toward sex is nearly always up to him.
Damon shouldn't mind playing the instigator. That's a role he always favored and excelled in. Yet, with his witch…it bothers him that she is not as comfortable as she pretends to be with their 'arrangement.' It unnerves him to think she might be a little ashamed of being so… biblically well-acquainted with him.
So sometimes he gets a little rough, on purpose, marking her soft skin with harsh teeth and nails. To remind her she is not that much of a good girl, it doesn't matter how many others see her that way. He won't let her forget he knows better. That he knows her better.
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"I made you a CD."
Damon waves the mentioned object under her nose proudly and Bonnie smirks at the mischievous glint in his cerulean eyes. She knows there has to be something underneath the apparently sweet gesture. This Salvatore doesn't do romantic. Not like this at least, and certainly not for her.
"Being around us poor, pathetic high-schoolers is getting to you, Homicidal Vampire."
"Ah!" he snorts, amused, and rolls his eyes before doing that creepy-super-speed-thing that gets him straight to her hi-fi.
"There are a few songs it would be simply a shame to not fuck you to, regardless of your appalling taste in music."
"I feel insulted." The witch replies, sounding anything but. To tell the truth, she is a bit intrigued at the idea of Damon fantasizing about fucking her to a theme song.
She doesn't recognize the softly haunting melody as it rises into the air, but when familiarity sets in, she smiles.
'Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn'
"You get hot for Smashing Pumpkins? How appropriate."
Damon grins and a flashing moment after he is at her side, lunging for her. "Nah, but I would get hot for you screaming my name over their best classic."
Only his voice could make such an asinine comment sound like a promise of perdition. Bonnie shocks herself by letting him grope her from behind and sucking on her earlobe without serving even a last ironic remark.
'I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you'
She closes her eyes and leans into his chest, enjoying his hands all over her body even while she refuses to take an active role. She can't explain why, but sometimes she enjoys making it look like she is doing him a favor by giving in. Damon calls it 'being a cock-tease', but Bonnie prefers considering it her way to take him down a peg. After all, he usually achieves whatever he wants so easily that he deserves to work hard for something once in awhile.
Not to mention how much she loves frustrating him, feeling him all focused and tense over pleasing her. Deep down, she acknowledges this is her one trick to deny his growing hold on her. It would be insane, to allow him to see how easily he truly affects her. Or worse, how close she is coming to accepting his most horrible flaws.
So when he coaxes her down, her back on her mattress, her spread thighs half-off the bed, she holds onto the music and doesn't open her eyes at all. Even if his fingers are smoothing out her hair so gently, draping her locks in a dark halo around her head, and she 's dying to know the expression on his face. She imagines it is intense, the look of an artist who adds a cherished, finishing stroke to his last painting.
'Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn'
Damon undresses her slowly, completely lavishing with attention every inch of skin that he bares. In this game, his nips are always playful and his caresses always worshipful.
This is as close as they get to making love and it constantly brings her to whimpering 'please'-s and 'yes'-s like pride and dignity are merely words.
"Come on, Little Bird- say my name." he orders, gripping her waist and raising her hips off the mattress so the tip of his cock is brushing her opening, sending a wave of arousal through her.
A smooth, powerful stroke and he is inside her, ramming in and out of her heat with practiced ease.
It feels amazing, to be fisting her sheets and looking up into his burning gaze, and so she gives him all he wants, intercalating wanton moans of his name and broken sighs and crude sounds.
Damon pinches her clit, twists it roughly between his thumb and forefinger, presses down in circular motions until she is arching off the bed and glowing with lust.
To him, she is unbearably beautiful like that - radiant, even- and every smallest shift of her expression when she is so close to orgasm fascinates him, morbidly and irresistibly.
It doesn't matter how many times he sheaths himself inside her, he will never get used to how incredible it feels. The way her hot slick walls flutter and squeeze him so tight drives him nearly insane each and every single time. It's too good.
Probably too good to last, but he wants what he wants and he will reach out to grasp all he can get.
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"Don't think I don't know what you are doing with Bonnie. I've been keeping quiet because the situation is hectic enough as it is, for now, but you are dead wrong if you hope I will let her become the next Bree. "
Stefan approaches the topic on a night Damon swaggers home reeking of sex and Bonnie, a worrying skip to his step.
Stefan expects his brother to respond with a long face meant to both mock and express utter indifference, but Damon's expression goes very still instead, icy eyes narrowing more coldly than usual on his own.
"That must be the part where I stutter and shiver in my Armani jacket, scared shitless from your frighteningly large and brooding forehead."
Even Damon's voice is cool, not as condescending as it might be. Stefan takes it as the second signal of alarm, because the first reaction his brother usually employs to divert anyone's interest in his affairs is relentless sarcasm.
Perhaps there's more to the recent tryst between Damon and Bonnie than he has considered at first outlook.
For his part, Damon is rather irritated by the sudden interference. Stefan wasn't so saintly and prompt when it came to defending Caroline Forbes from him, so there's no reason to change attitude now.
"I'm serious. Bonnie is my friend. She won't be the next witch you break to forget a loss."
The older vampire snorts without any amusement.
"Please, are you listening to yourself? This is not a crossover between Buffy and Cruel Intentions, and my little witch is very different from poor, clingy, pathetic Bree."
"Bree was strong before your mind-games fucked her up."
"Bree was full of herself and too enamored with her self-delusions to see the truth I was spitting in her face. If that's strong for you… well, it actually explains most of your lifestyle choices."
"Damon-"
"I suggest you take the hint and drop this conversation while your tongue is still attached to your mouth, brother. "
"No."
For some reason, Stefan's ready and firm refusal spikes Damon's irritation to blinding anger with a swiftness of unprecedented levels. Fury literally blinds him for a few seconds and before both vampires fully realize what is happening, Stefan's back is against the wall and Damon's arm is across his throat, cutting off painfully a breath he no longer needs, fortunately.
"Bonnie is not yours to protect. She is mine and I'll do whatever I fancy to her. Without your interference and with your silent consent. Or else. Are we clear? "
Damon squeezes his brother harder, punishing him for his failure to answer right away. Then he notices that Stefan has no way to move, let alone talk in his current position, and he drops the younger vampire, watching him collapse on the ground with something akin to surprise.
How had he gotten so carried away?
Shaking off the panicky feeling prodding at his chest, he covers the hesitation with his habitual bravado.
"I trust we have an understanding, don't we?"
With a flamboyant smirk and an unconcerned sprint to his gait, Damon turns his back on his brother and leaves. Again.
Rubbing his sore throat, Stefan gives in to a hesitant smile. Perhaps it's wrong to read too much into this recent confrontation, but there was something very much like fear in Damon's eyes tonight, as he took in the magnitude of his response.
Maybe, just maybe, Bonnie Bennett isn't set up to become the next target of Damon's bitterness and disappointment with life. Maybe she is not a convenient rebound or revenge. Maybe Elena was the rebound and now Damon has another shot at the real thing.
Maybe…there is hope.
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AN: I'm truly sorry it took me so long but I was very, very busy with college and it was way difficult focusing on my writing. I hope you enjoyed this. I'm desperately grateful to everyone who reviewed. You make a great work to motivate me!