AN: First off, thank you so much for the positive reviews! I am so thankful that Bamon lovers out there enjoyed the fic. But here's what I say, let's all write more Bamon! We must continue to ship them, make the community GROW! We wouldn't want to run out of Bamon, right?
Anyway, back to the fic, I must say, I can't just make it 2 chapters. So I'll add another one soon, too. :D This is just some Bamon fluff as well. Hope you guys still like it. ;D
Argh, so frustrated. Can't believe Damon still tries with me. I guess I shut him up this time though. Guy can't get a clue.
To be interrupted in the middle of her practicing just to read that certain text from Elena was quite frustrating, honestly. Bonnie wanted to set her phone into flames in sheer annoyance, but her sensible side beat her to it. Her phone, though most of the time disturbed her (especially that one time with Damon), was one of the little things that reminded her that she was still a teenager. Somehow, it gave her a little hope that maybe, having annoying friends that texted annoying stuff was enough potential for normalcy.
So Bonnie texted back: Why? What did he do this time?
Besides, it wasn't like she was jealous. But sometimes, when Elena was like this, all mopey-whiny about having Damon chase after her was such a bother, gave Bonnie the idea that she was almost implying that she was so irresistible like Bella Swan. But the thought was dismissed at once when guilt stung her like a bee.
Sure Damon 'still tries' with you, but I'm fucking him. Will that shut your piehole? Get a clue, will ya? But that mentality was uncharacteristically too scary for her liking that she blames her witch blood for having such nasty thoughts. Dark Bonnie, she likes to call it.
Bonnie wanted to tell Elena about her and Damon, but something was stopping her. Maybe she didn't want to ruin Elena's fantasy of being the only object of desire by the Salvatore brothers. Maybe she was ashamed to admit that her self-proclaimed loathe for the undead (which most of the time –like 90% of the time, was directed specifically towards Damon) would bite her back hard on the ass –no pun intended. Was Bonnie ready to admit that all the bickering was just foreplay in motion? Nevertheless, Bonnie was initially into her secret trysts with Damon for the thrill. Who wouldn't want to get Damon-fucked anyway? Carpe noctem, one of them would mutter before they wind up on his bed. The thought of it though? Still hot.
However, their 'fucking' was losing its basic purpose. It had been about rutting –letting out some steam. But lately, every time she touches Damon unconsciously, before the dirty and sexy thoughts take over, she gets a glimpse of how he truly feels. And it was there. Before he even knew it. And she just knew he was never going to admit it.
The moment she saw love in the picture of Damon's subconscious psyche, her feelings, too, came bubbling out without repression. It became harder and harder to control. She wanted to set her discovery aside and forget about it till it really happened, but she couldn't help but realize that it was already happening. Damon Salvatore was falling in love with her and he really did not know of it.
Damon was stupid as a rock, but she loved him as well. So she tried her best to make everything look normal and casual, but did a little tinkering with her magic to help her.
So she did one thing that was very much Damon-like (well, actually, it was more Stefan): She stalked him.
If he can turn crow, Bonnie had just recently learned a way to control the spirit animal of the dove. Bamon, a pure white dove, was her very own personal 'magic helper'. Bamon's job was simple. Check on Damon once in a while. She didn't really invade his privacy, she didn't do what he did just yet, but when she wanted to be sure about something –like the time when she asked him to promise her not to feed on anyone else but her or the blood packs c/o Stefan, that's when Bamon was on duty. Basically, it was Damon's personal guardian angel, too.
And now, after Damon proposed they tell Elena about them just because of an idiotic dare, Bonnie was half-excited and half-pissed-off at him. Slamming the door on his face had been just an act. Damon reminding her that he popped her cherry wasn't such a bad thing. It actually turned her on, considering he still remembers. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as she leaned against the door.
Her little minion Bamon spotted her lover, about to turn around and leave her doorstep. Of course, just in time, Bonnie opened the door and called out to him. "Damon." She watched in two perspectives –one from her point of view, seeing his back all straight, giving an act as if he didn't care, obnoxious ass he is –but Bamon's point of view was a much more interesting show. Damon's eyes shut in complete contemplation once she called his name. The expression on his face was priceless –dejected and aching. Though he would not ever admit it (damn his pride), he hated it when she denied him anything. He was one spoiled, secret vampire boyfriend.
Proving his character all the more, he made a turn about to face her, cocky as ever with a smug grin etched on his face. Bonnie, all she was worth, tried her best to put a scowl on her face just for show.
"Couldn't resist, huh?"
"Do you mean it?" Bonnie asked suddenly. When she noticed he was about to frown with a matching imbecilic groan of 'huh', she huffed angrily and grabbed his arm, forcing back into his brain the memory she so unconsciously got just by looking at him. This was his fault, too, because of their frequent blood exchange. When they were in close range, reading Damon's thoughts was becoming easier, almost like reading a book –but she didn't tell him this, and she tried not to peek most of the time.
Glancing at a very innocent-looking Bamon on a far-away tree, Bonnie tried hard not to burst with joy in the prospect of telling the world (Elena and Stefan) about them. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and just like that, she knew it was Elena, texting her about how Damon didn't really matter, that he just confuses her sometimes. And that she adores Stefan. Blah blah.
Again, with the confusion, Bonnie mentally thought with a roll of eyes.
It was time to show Elena her place in Damon's life, Dark Bonnie suggested with a smile at the back of her head.
"Damon."
Damon was not really going to leave. He was actually going to her backyard to go crow and then annoy her with all the cawing he could do till she finally gave in. But every time he was about to step off the Bennett porch, there was this heavy hanging feeling, a pit in his stomach –almost akin to pain. He was used to her snappy remarks, but every time she was angry –joking or not, it made him a little nervous inside. The careless façade was easy to pull, but to have Bonnie not want him or find him interesting drove him back to humanity –which meant he felt it, it made him actually… sad.
Just a call of his name was enough to make him move. He was the one who mastered compulsion, right? Doesn't seem so when it comes to Bonnie. Pasting a confident look on his face expertly, he spun around. Damn, she was so breathtakingly cute. And she was wearing the white furry slippers he gave her as a joke to remind them both she was still a kid compared to him. This is why sometimes, he did not want to be thinking about Bonnie. It just drove him insane. It was as if she was always there. Always. He actually liked it –drowned in it in ecstasy. "Couldn't resist, huh?" Don't resist me, he could hear human Damon plead helplessly in the darkest recesses of his mind.
"Do you mean it?"
Damon could tell she wasn't mad at him, but she was clearly in control of her feelings, which meant he couldn't hear her thoughts. The blood exchange didn't help, too. What it accomplished, however, was to reverse its purpose. Instead of gaining access to her thoughts, it fed her Power, giving her more control and it was becoming harder and harder to bypass her mind barriers that he just decided to just not bother at all. Now he had to deal with his witch the normal way a man should his woman. The things he'd do for this witch, he thought inside his head with a roll of eyes. Before he could ask her what she meant, she grabbed his arm with her bare hand.
A flash of memory of him on her front door, him thinking about the dare… And he heard his thoughts going on replay: Actually, I'd be hitting, like, five birds: One, winning Elena's childish dare. Two, put Bonnie's mind at ease about my loyalty (and hopefully, this will win me that invitation to her home –so make that a pregnant bird number two). Three, just show Elena in her face that I'm not really head over heels for her; screw the acting because…four, Bonnie will give me a repeat of last night, knowing I'll get a prize for doing previous tasks and who am I to deny her who she wants (yes, I am an easy lay for her)? And lastly, five, be a good brother and put Stefan at ease because of reason number three. PERFECT.
"I was wondering if you meant the pregnant bird number two, jerk," Bonnie hissed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Cute," Damon breathed, and with that, flitted before her, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. After giving her lips a lick, tasting her cherry lip-gloss, he gave her a playful yet sincere peck on the nose, he decided that yes, he liked the glazed look her emerald eyes did every time they kissed. "Of course, I meant it, but…"
"But…?" she asked, her eyes dead-set on his own, multiplying the heat between them.
Damon smirked at her impatient yet zombie like trance, sliding his arms about her, keeping her flush against him. "We have to do the plan first…" Now, to get her in the car…
"What was Elena's dare anyway?" Bonnie folded her arms across her chest. "I'm not going anywhere till you tell me."
"I love it when you're jealous," Damon said, wagging his eyebrows up and down. He wanted to humor her, but she was giving him the look which meant no sex. Man up, he scolded himself, and then took only a minute or two to explain the urgency of the execution of his plan, which is to bring her to Elena. "All that matters is… in order to get to our pregnant bird number two and then bird number four…" Damon was about to lose himself in explaining when Bonnie's slender finger touched his lips. He stared at her, quietly, obediently.
"Shh…" Bonnie pressed herself up against him and kissed his lips. Smiling at him, making him feel the best thing in the world, she nodded.
As they got in his car, Damon wondered if this was really the only first season to have doves around town. He must warn Stefan to stay away from the white-winged spy. Bonnie might get mad if Bamon would end up as a midnight snack.
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