The Deal
Chapter 2
Bonnie clasped her fingers around the note, clutching it so tightly that her fingernails dug into her skin leaving dark red marks in their wake. Kai's words shook her to her core and she clung to the tiny sheet of paper as if her life depended on it. Perhaps it did.
She still felt his hot breath on her neck, so she turned to look at him seeking more answers, only he seemed to have vanished with his last words to her, "We'll both find out yours." The phrase echoed in the silence of her mind as she walked through the vacant Salvatore mansion. She thought of Caroline and wondered how she would be able to find her friend and get out of Damon's mind. She decided the best thing for her to do was head back into town and find a central location from which to start her search.
As she crossed into the living room, Bonnie noticed something out of the corner of her eye that had not been there when she entered. A flash of bright orange caught her attention, so she turned to see the fireplace burning. Someone had recently stoked the flames and she witnessed movement on the couch.
The sound of voices, familiar voices, drew her closer. She didn't want to spy even though she knew she wasn't really spying on anyone; just checking out the landscape of Damon's mind. She stuffed the paper in the pocket of her jeans and headed close enough to where she could hear the noises more clearly.
Giggles. Bonnie definitely heard feminine giggles, but in addition to that, she heard a deep and familiar chuckle that sent her heart racing.
Damon.
She swallowed hard once she realized the image Damon's mind had conjured: The night they played poker in the Prison World. The night brought them closer than ever before in more ways than one.
Kai hadn't seen everything. Perhaps that was for the best.
The fewer people who knew - the better.
May 10, 1994
Bonnie scurried into the living room holding a deck of cards in one hand and a Trivial Pursuit Game in the other. She refused to be bored for another night at the Salvatore mansion and Damon threatened to destroy the television should she force him to watch The Bodyguard one more time.
As the days stretched into weeks, they continued to feel as if they'd taken up residence in their own person Hell: Mystic Falls – population two. They needed to figure out a way to get back home, however easing the tension between them seemed to take precedence. They spent their early days fighting, then several more days trying to ignore one another. Finally, they came to accept their temporary fate and learned to live in peace under the Salvatore roof.
Eventually, Bonnie found herself feeling more relaxed in the former boarding house. Damon made up a room for her, insisting that she stay with him for her safety and his sanity. He'd stolen a set of pale, yellow curtains from a store in the center of town. He also nabbed a few bed linens and some items from her grandmother's house to make her feel cozy. And she did.
To pass the time, Bonnie danced whenever and wherever she could. She choreographed dance routines, and enjoyed the diversion the exercise gave her. She jumped and twirled, infusing every movement with feeling so that she didn't have to think about the loneliness that accompanied their predicament. When Damon was home, she took her routines into the enormous backyard, hoping he didn't watch her when she wasn't looking. She also tried yoga to break up the monotony, yet it did little to ease her mind. This wasn't home and at the time she didn't know if she ever wanted it to be.
Isolation had its benefits. Without magic, she wasn't called upon to vanquish any enemies. She wasn't being used to cast spells to protect those that never thanked her for her efforts. No. At least the prison world provided her a respite that the real world refused to grant her: some level of peace.
Damon offered her his time and attention more and more over the passing weeks. His brooding manner gave way to acceptance and later to a form of kindness that she had never seen in the vampire during all the years they'd known each other. He cooked her breakfast and she found comfort in the early morning teasing and banter they shared. She was beginning to feel safe, comfortable, and unusually happy in his company.
Bonnie instituted Game Night a few weeks into their sojourn in the prison world. She would bring two board games downstairs for them to choose from and they would flip a coin to decide which one they would play.
The first time she brought the games downstairs, Damon growled. He questioned her sanity on an almost daily basis, but she didn't take his jibes seriously. Week after week passed, and she found him smiling more and more whenever she trotted downstairs in her pajamas looking for a way to pass the time that didn't involve chugging bourbon.
As she descended the stairs, she noticed Damon leaning against the mantle over the fireplace. Wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he stared into the firelight, apparently pondering something pleasant judging by the coy smile on his face. He didn't turn to face her. Instead, he took a sip of his liquor, and then swirled the amber liquid around in the glass a few times before addressing her.
"What shall it be, tonight, Bon Bon?" he asked, "I'd hate to hurt your feelings by destroying you in yet another game of Scrabble."
Bonnie stopped her advance into the main room and pursed her lips, frowning at the memory of Damon dancing around every piece of furniture of the room the night he effectively trounced her in the aforementioned game.
"Just so you know: I let you win," she lied, strolling the rest of the way into the room.
Damon simply chuckled at her statement as he turned to sit down on the couch. He set his drink on the coffee table at the same time she placed the deck of cards to his right and the board game to his left. He briefly scanned at his choices for the evening, then raised an eyebrow as he picked up the deck of cards.
"Why don't we stay away from board games for a change? How about Poker?" he asked.
"Sounds good," she told him.
"Are you sure you know how to play?" Damon joked.
Bonnie scowled at him, then nodded even though she felt less certain about a game of Poker with Damon than a round of Trivial Pursuit. While she still might lose the knowledge-based board game to a century-old vampire, she was certain he'd played more than his share of poker hands over the decades.
She quickly began to regret both of her random game night choices.
"Fine," she said with a genuine lack of confidence.
Bonnie reached across the table to grab Damon's drink. She raised the glass in a mock toast before taking two large gulps of the liquid. She felt it burn down her throat, the warmth spreading across her chest like a blanket. The tiny witch didn't think she could ever get used to swilling alcohol like most of her supernatural friends, but being a "goody two shoes" hadn't exactly brought her happiness over the years. In fact, her diminutive nature often brought her just the opposite.
Damon shook his head.
"Don't do that Bon Bon. It just looks weird when you drink. I don't know if I want to be the one to tarnish your halo," he offered, taking back the glass and filling it again.
"Well, it's not like having this damn halo has done me any good. I mean, I am stuck here with you," she said with a smirk.
Bonnie pulled a blanket off the back of the couch, wrapped it around her bare legs, and faced her friend, awaiting a snarky response.
Damon took out the deck, shuffled it, and began to deal out five cards for each of them. A soft smile appeared on his face again; a happy thought crossed his mind and he seemed to want to share it with her, but was resisting the urge.
"Well, if you really want that halo tarnished and those wings clipped…. why don't we make this interesting; and I mean more interesting than normal," he stated.
Bonnie raised an eyebrow at her friend. Her heart began to quicken. While she no longer feared the blue-eyed immortal, she had some non-supernatural feelings about him that she needed to keep in line. He belonged to Elena and even if neither of them knew when they would return to their reality, it was no reason for her to indulge in a fantasy with a man she could never have and never keep.
"I'm almost afraid to ask what 'interesting' means for you, Salvatore," Bonnie noted, scanning her cards and attempting to maintain her poker face.
"How about Strip Poker?" Damon asked, the hesitation in his voice apparent.
Bonnie stopped moving, and breathing, as she digested his suggestion. His expression was playful, yet serious. He was fully aware that she was probably bad at this game so offering to up the stakes to a Strip Poker game felt like an excuse to see her naked.
"You – you wanna play what?" she asked, stalling for time to decide if she dared agree to his proposal.
"Strip poker," he said, "Unless you don't think you could handle seeing me naked."
He ended his statement with a wink; which was Damon's version of throwing down the gauntlet and hoping she'd pick it up. While she usually wasn't keen in taking the bait so quickly, something deep inside her burst forward with a vengeance. Damon brought that out in her…the desire to be bold.
"I actually think it's you that can't handle seeing me naked," she said, winking back at him.
Bonnie straightened her spine and looked at her cards again.
Damon took a swallow of his bourbon and stood up, slowly removing his belt and staring into Bonnie's skeptical eyes as he did so.
"What –" she began.
"I just figured we need this to be fair," he explained, "You're wearing, what, three articles of clothing right now? I need to get down to three too, right?"
She watched as Damon slowly removed his jeans, revealing a pair of tight boxer briefs that only barely contained his manhood behind the thin black fabric. He then took off his shoes, leaving only his shirt, underwear and a pair socks of socks remaining on his toned form.
Bonnie swallowed, pretending to ignore his blatant display of sexuality before her. She was fully aware of how beautiful she was, but she had never put it on display for someone else; not even for Jeremy. She cautiously stared at the back of Damon's cards.
"So, what do you have?" she asked, tapping her bare foot lightly on the carpet.
Damon smiled, revealing a pair of Jacks along wit and a 6.
Bonnie smiled, biting her lip as she revealed her hand: A pair of Queens and a pair of 10s, with a 9.
She giggled a bit, happy about her minor victory to the point of doing a small dance in her seat. That's when he did it. Without commentary of any kind, he stood up, slowly removing his black shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it on the floor. He said nothing. He just stared at Bonnie. She felt as if he were staring through her. She looked down at his perfect upper body, the muscles flexing probably a little more than necessary, and probably for her benefit.
Bonnie then noted another subtle behavior: Damon's eyes dropped down to gaze at her mouth, then back up to her eyes. He still said nothing as he sat down again. He reached across the table, sliding his hands beneath hers to take her cards so he could shuffle the deck again. How the hell did he have the ability to tempt her without saying a word? Although she donned more clothing than Damon at the time, Bonnie still felt very naked under his stare. That was probably his intention, but she didn't care.
He dealt the cards. After she received her final card, Bonnie picked up her hand and her heart immediately fell. She held a smattering of unmatched cards. She looked up at a smirking Damon.
Bonnie picked up his glass and took a long drink from it as she waited for Damon to say something.
"Show me what you've got, Bon Bon," Damon stated, wagging an eyebrow at her.
Bonnie laid her cards on the table, knowing she had nothing and that her highest card was a 10. Damon's satisfaction showed on his face. He revealed his hand, he held three 3s, a Jack and a King. He looked at her, waiting for her to stand up and remove something.
She hesitated out of nervousness rather than insecurity. Bonnie then stood and reached under her shirt with the full intention of taking off her bra without removing her shirt. He stopped her with a click of his tongue.
"Oh no. Not fair," he said, looking her up and down, "No girly tricks. Here. Let me."
Damon stood in front of her, the warmth of his bare chest heating her all over. Parts of her began to throb and pulse with each beat of her heart. She then remembered that, as a vampire, he could hear all of it. Every. Single. Beat. He stroked her face with the back of his hand. The movement stunned her into immobility. He then proceeded to get down on his knees in front of her.
Damon's blue eyes gleamed at her as he slid his hands beneath her long shirt. She felt her body come alive as he stroked the skin of her legs upward to her moistening sex. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and dragged them slowly down to her ankles. Bonnie had every reason to slap him for making such an intimate gesture toward her. He probably knew that, not so deep down, she wanted him to undress her.
Bonnie swallowed hard as he stood in front of her holding her panties in his hand. He brought the dainty fabric up to his nose, taking a brief whiff and smiling as he tossed them on the floor on top of his pants. She should have been offended by his actions, but they only turned her on until she realized that his heightened senses could also detect her arousal as well. She licked her lips and immediately regretted it because he gazed at her mouth much longer than necessary.
The fire crackled behind him and all she could think was that something had changed; the air became thicker and harder to breathe in his presence. She backed up against the sofa, sitting back down and grabbing the cards as if they would act as a shield against her emerging excitement. She shuffled the deck, but a few cards fell out of her shaking hands, gathered them up again and began mixing them up.
Damon sat next to her, studying her movements as she attempted to deal the cards again. Bonnie stared at her cards. This time, fate had blessed her with a pair of kings. Although excited that she might win the hand after all, a part of her felt disappointed that a winning hand would deny her the pleasure of his touch…the guilty pleasure that is.
"Your turn, Mr. Salvatore," she said, cradling the cards to her chest.
"Wow. That sounded formal. You must have something good," Damon joked.
He placed his cards on the table, revealing a pair of sixes. Bonnie smiled, but that smile fell into a lust filled gaze as Damon stood, tugging on his boxer brief and slowly pulling them down over his hips. No. She really couldn't handle seeing him naked just yet.
"Stop!" Bonnie said in a near shout.
Damon furrowed his brow, but stopped removing his underwear, waiting for an explanation. He raised his right eyebrow when her silence denied him the response he needed. She finally spoke up, forcing herself to stare in his eyes as intently as she could to prevent her eyes from venturing lower.
"I – I. I guess you're right," she admitted, "I don't think I could handle that. Why don't you just take off your socks instead?"
Damon sat back down and removed his socks. He looked up at her with an unreadable expression.
"So, I guess this means that I get to choose the next article of clothing you have to take off?" he suggested.
She considered refusing, but thought better of it since she had taken it upon herself to choose what he removed. She gave him another silent nod and waited.
Damon grabbed the deck and began shuffling the cards. He dealt them out again and Bonnie picked up her cards to discover that she didn't have a pair or any other type of competitive hand. He tapped the table and waited for Bonnie to lay her hand on the table, so she did. Damon then revealed that he held a pair of aces.
"What do you want me to take off," Bonnie said with a shrug. She knew he could see through her pretense of annoyance. Her heard fluttered as she waited for him to make a decision.
After a few intense seconds of looking her up and down, he spoke.
"Your shirt," he said in a whisper.
Bonnie rose to her feet. She bit her lip and slowly pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it on top of the rest of the discarded clothing. She stood in front of him, mostly naked except for the green lace bra covered her breasts. She waited for him to say something – do something, but he simply looked at her as if hypnotized.
She grabbed a blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around her waist. She reached for the cards.
Damon placed his hand atop hers, scooting closer to her on the couch.
"We can stop if you want," he said in soft, earnest voice.
Bonnie had known Damon for years, so she knew he was holding something back.
"What do you want?" she asked.
He seemed to think about what he should say before actually opening his mouth, a rare practice for the vampire.
"I probably shouldn't answer that question right now," Damon added, putting the deck back into its box.
Bonnie scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Their unlikely friendship made the contact comfortable and welcome for them both. She cuddled against him for warmth and something she dared not say aloud.
"You sleepy?" he asked quietly.
He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Bonnie shook her head, however the yawn escaping her lips told the truth of her level of exhaustion. Without hesitation, Damon scooped her up, using his vampire speed to take her upstairs and lie her down on a large, comfortable bed. He then lit the fireplace to bring the room up to the right temperature.
With dreamy eyes, Bonnie looked around, looking at the cherry wood walls, the floor length mirror, and the oak dresser…Her heart skipped a beat and she sat upright in the California King-sized bed.
Damon had taken her into his bedroom.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"It's the most comfortable bed in the house," he offered, matter-of-factly.
She leaned back against the headboard draping the comforter across her legs as Damon padded into the bathroom.
"I can sleep fine in my room, Damon," she called after him.
"I know that, Bon," he said, "I just figured you could stretch out more in here."
Bonnie nodded, a sliver of disappointment running through her as she realized that his statement probably meant that he would be sleeping elsewhere. She stroked the soft sheets and considered that this room, this bed, was where Damon made love to her best friend. This was sacred to them and she refused to continue to believe that, at least in this reality, she could have him all to herself.
"Thanks," she told him when he reentered the room, "I really appreciate it."
Damon gave her his usual smile, and slid in bed next to her. He pulled her into an embrace, kissing the top of her head once again.
"Get some sleep Bon Bon," he said softly, running his fingers up and down her right arm.
Bonnie began to shiver, but not from the cold sheets. Her nervousness began to overwhelm her, along with his scent and their mostly unclothed bodies. She became hyper-aware of the softness of the bed sheets. They tickled her skin, which did nothing to calm her down from the sensation of his skin rubbing against hers. Nothing felt innocent about the contact and she felt the need to address it before she went insane with both lust and uncertainty.
"Damon, I don't know if it's such a good idea for me to be half naked in your bed right now," Bonnie pointed out.
"Technically, you're more than 90 percent naked right now," he teased.
Bonnie poked him in the ribs.
"I'm serious," she insisted.
"And therein lies your greatest problem, my friend: you're too serious," Damon explained.
"That's not the point," she insisted, sitting up straight until he pulled her back into his arms.
"That is the point," he went on, "You never relax and let go."
"It's not like I have time to do that when I'm constantly playing to role of everyone's magical genie," Bonnie explained, "It's not as if I enjoy it either. Sometimes I do just want to relax."
He gave her a quick squeeze.
"Well, there appear to be no supernatural enemies to fight here, so you can relax unless you consider me an enemy, too," he pointed out.
"No. You're not my enemy, but I still shouldn't be in this bed with you. Not after you and –" Bonnie began to state.
"Bonnie, this is my bedroom in 1994," Damon interrupted, "I wasn't with anyone then. This bed…No other woman has slept in it. …Not until now."
She looked up at him, still attempting to reassure herself of his intentions, that is, if even he knew them. She swallowed hard, but both her mouth and throat were dry. She attempted to conjure up the right words to use, but anything said would just come out sounding as uncertain as she felt. She spoke up anyway because looking in his blue eyes glimmering in the firelight made every nerve ending on her body tingle with anticipation. Her sex became moist and overheated as she looked at his bare torso, then back up to his eyes.
"Why me?" Bonnie finally asked, "Why now? What do you want?"
Damon took his left hand and slowly pulled the covers from Bonnie's body, revealing her bare legs, exposing her treasure to his hungry gaze. His hand traced the path from the back of her knee, up her hip, and finally rested just above her navel. He caressed her skin in long strokes. He moved his hand back and forth, but he didn't venture lower than her belly button.
"Maybe I'm tired of killing monsters, too. Maybe I'm tired of being judged by people. Maybe I'm not in a hurry to get back home…Maybe I'm tired of fighting how I feel," he said.
Before she could respond, Damon leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. Bonnie closed her eyes and stopped breathing for a moment. He then pressed his lips to each eyelid before moving on to her cheeks. He breathing became ragged, but she refused to allow herself to move.
For a moment, Bonnie considered that she was dreaming, but the discomfort caused by the bunched-up sheets and the chill still present in the room, had convinced her that her experience was real. Vividly real.
Damon stroked her cheek, bringing her out of her thoughts.
"Can I?" he asked, without providing any additional information on what he was specifically requesting, but it didn't matter. Bonnie nodded her head, knowing that whatever he had in mind would probably be something she'd enjoy now and regret later.
Damon made quick work of removing her bra. He stared at her nakedness in what could only be described as wonder. A smile tugged at his lips; as if he'd just opened the exact gift he wanted for Christmas and was trying to decide what he wanted to play with first.
His eyes finally rested on her lips and Bonnie had barely registered the thought before he captured her mouth with his. He took his time, savoring each lip as if it were a rare delicacy just waiting to be consumed. To call the kiss passionate was an understatement. She felt as if her entire body caught fire the instant his mouth touched hers.
Damon deepened the kiss, pulling her flush against his body as he slipped his tongue between her lips and let it dance with hers. He threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her harder, as he slid them both down so that he was almost on top of her.
"Bonnie, you deserve to feel as sexy as you are," Damon said, "Why don't you let me make you feel that way?"
She considered his words and wondered if he truly meant it, or if his desire to please her had more to do with fulfilling their mutual need for sexual release. While she didn't want to be a temporary placeholder for Elena, she also couldn't deny her intense attraction to him. She'd ignored it for years, pushing it aside along with other inappropriate feelings that plagued her soul. But it wasn't the time to second guess his words or actions. If giving her pleasure was what he wanted, she had no intention of stopping him – or herself.
Bonnie looked into Damon's eyes and saw the lustful determination she knew reflected in her own green orbs. Boldness took the place of indecision and she eagerly removed his boxer briefs, watching in awe as his hard cock sprung free of its restraint. Her mouth dropped open only to be captured again another eager kiss from her newly titled best friend.
Damon pulled them backward against the headboard as he cradled Bonnie in his arms. Desire didn't keep her there for long. She soon climbed onto his lap, straddling him and feeling his rigid length between her lower lips. Instinctively, she pressed herself against it and rolled her hips to savor every the delicious inch of the friction his impressive manhood provided. Damon groaned, letting out a shaky breath as he tried to restrain himself from sheathing himself inside her sex too soon.
Guilt would come later…after. In that moment, Bonnie wanted to earn every bit of guilt she knew she would feel the next day.
The heavy breathing between them both nearly drowned out the crackling of the fire. Damon placed his hands on Bonnie's waist, pulled her against his chest and pressed his cheek to hers.
"Can I kiss you again, Bon Bon?" Damon asked, already knowing her answer, but wanting to hear her give him permission to begin his slow seduction.
Bonnie nodded, her forehead soon resting against his. Her breathing picked up as his hands trailed over her skin. She shuddered as she bit back a groan; but her last shred of willpower began to fall away once his lips traced a hot path from the nape of her neck back up to her right ear.
"Tell me where," he said, the timbre of his voice sending vibrations down her spine and her nipples hardened at the sound. She heard his breath catch. He felt the erect buds brush against his bare flesh.
She wanted him. The intense sensation, both primal and emotional, overwhelmed her senses. She had to touch him. She had to taste him. She had to bury her face in his neck and breathe in his scent so she could feel his essence within her tiny lungs. The sound of his voice whispering in her ear drove her insane with want. The warmth of his lips sucking on the flesh just above her collarbone made her yearn to beg him to sink his teeth into her flesh and claim her: blood, body, mind and spirit.
"Tell me Bon, Bon," he whispered.
Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, earning an appreciative moan from the vampire she desperately needed to call her own; even if it only lasted for one night, this night. Yet she prayed that the eternity of the hour, their hour, would last as long as this never-ending date on the calendar.
"Everywhere," she moaned, closing her eyes and basking in the attention he afforded her.
Damon obliged Bonnie's request, placing a series of scorching kisses from her jawline to her collarbone. He worked his way down to the space between her breasts, and paused, looking deep into her eyes with a hint of mischief. He then drew one nipple into his mouth, flicking the tip with his tongue and generating a soft sigh from the young witch.
After several seconds, he pulled away and Bonnie felt keenly aware of his absence. Her eyes flew open to witness Damon removing the bed comforter and placing it on the floor next to the fireplace. He then walked back to the bed and reached her. She took his hand, standing slowly as she pressed her naked body against his. She could feel his erection poking at her stomach and the sensation made her weak in the knees.
Damon laid her bare body on the thick comforter in front of the fireplace blazing in his bedroom. His eyes took their time feasting on her flesh, knowing that soon, his mouth and his tongue would be doing the same. He grabbed his glass of bourbon from the mantle and lied down next to her.
"I knew that if I ever got the chance to make love to you, I'd take my time," he explained, "And since it seems we've seem to have all the time in the world, I intend to make the most of it."
Damon dipped a piece of ice into his glass, coating it with bourbon, and then circled the dripping cube around Bonnie's erect nipples. He hadn't compelled her to keep still, he couldn't – even without her witch powers, but she still fought the urge to move regardless; knowing the teasing he gave her would be worth it.
"So beautiful," he said, just before leaning down and licking the cold liquid from each breast.
Bonnie's back arched as he kissed his way down her chest to her navel. He dipped another ice cube into the bourbon and dripped it onto her stomach only to lick it off of her quivering flesh. She threaded her fingers through his hair as he ventured lower. He nibbled on her inner thigh until his mouth rested just above her treasure.
He parted her lower lips with one finger, circling her clit gently as writhed beneath his touch. He then used two fingers, sliding them up and down her labia and teasing her sensitive bud even more.
"Damon, Please," Bonnie begged.
Within seconds of receiving her instruction, Damon's tongue was on her, lapping hungrily at her folds and sucking her clit between his lips. She moaned with each stroke of his tongue and nibble of his teeth. She didn't want to orgasm that way. She wanted to feel his cock deep inside her when she came, but Damon continued his feast of her sex and she had no intention of stopping him. Each stroke took her higher and when he slid a finger inside to tease her G-Spot, she thought she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it.
"Fuck, Damon!" she screamed, "I don't want to come like this. Don't make me come this way. Not yet."
Damon continued placing deep kisses on her already over-stimulated pussy. Each caress of his mouth brought her closer to the edge, but he refused to let her go over. He changed his pace to allow her to catch up with the sensations he gave her. After several minutes, he sat up - wiping her juices from his face but leaving behind a satisfied smile.
"Believe me, Bonnie: We both want you to come all over my cock," Damon told her.
Damon slowly pulled her up and turned her around, carefully sliding her into his lap and onto his rigid length. They faced the floor-length mirror and nervousness made Bonnie's muscles clench. She'd never watched herself have sex. She'd never had the desire to watch herself. She'd only made love with Jeremy and then, only in dim light or in the dark. She didn't consider self-voyeurism to be something that would turn her on because the mirror hides nothing, yet she watched in awe as her bronze body leaned against him, illuminated by the firelight.
The feeling of him sliding into her moist and eager folds was a shock to them both. They groaned in a harmony of gratification. Bonnie cried out in both ecstasy and a slight bit of pain. She'd never felt so full. She'd never realized how incredible the sensation would be; how it would make every millimeter of her skin tingle.
"Damon, I…" she started to say, but as he filled her inch-by-inch with his heat, she lost her train of thought. Her eyes rolled back into her head at the sweet sensation of him penetrating her core and stoking her g-spot with expert precision.
He pulled her hair away from the side of her face, placing hot wet kisses from the base of her neck to her ear.
"Bonnie, I don't just want you to feel me inside you," he whispered, slowly pushing his cock in and out of her, "I want you to see how beautiful you are when you moan; how hot you are when you lose control, and how sexy you look when I make you come."
Damon's words nearly sent her over the peak, but she resisted. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hard dick stroking her quivering walls, his left hand caressing her erect nipples, his lips kissing her neck, and his right fingers working a magic all their own on her already swollen clit.
"Open your eyes, Beautiful Bonnie," he cajoled.
Bonnie opened her eyes. She watched herself riding him, his arms wrapped around her, holding her in place. She watched his cock slide in and out of her, the sight only heightening all the sensations he was giving her.
She turned her head, reaching up to grab his neck and pull him into a kiss, which he happily returned. Their moans and pants filled the air as sweat rolled off of them in the golden light filling the room.
Bonnie watched how she moved in unison with Damon. She studied each kiss and caress in the mirror, enjoying the show more than she ever expected. She watched the tension of pleasure in Damon's face as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of her. She saw his stomach and thigh muscles clench with each stroke and marveled at his skill.
With her release threatening to overtake her soon, she looked back into Damon's eyes, hoping he was as close as she. That's when she noticed his eyes darken with hunger and his vampire veins surround his eyes. Her need as primal and basic as his, she made another request.
"Bite me, Damon, please," she pleaded, "Bite me when I come."
She felt his erection become impossibly hard at her direction. He stretched her inner walls, driving her even higher as her moans sounded throughout the house. This was desire. This was passion. This was something she didn't know she needed and would no longer deny to herself.
Her orgasm soon crashed hard into her, overtaking all of her senses and eliciting a groan from the vampire, whose body stiffened behind her as his release consumed him as well.
Damon sank his fangs into Bonnie's neck, and without warning, another orgasm hit her even harder than the first. She bucked and writhed against him, but he held her still as he pulled a small but euphoric amount of blood from her veins.
He pulled his mouth from her neck, noticing the small wounds he'd left there. He bit into his wrist and Bonnie drank from it, continuing to ride his still-hard cock until she found herself grinding out third orgasm as his warm blood ran down her throat.
Damon lifted her up, pulling them both into the bed. He covered them both with a sheet and continued to kiss her until exhaustion took over. He then pulled her to his chest and she found herself falling asleep in his arms.
Present Day
Bonnie finished watching the memory play out before her, considering that this scene was what Damon was thinking about while trapped in his own mind. This was his safe place: wrapped around her naked form in his 1994 bed.
It's a secret they agreed to keep as soon as they returned to Mystic Falls. It's a secret she dared not share with anyone other than Damon.
A loud thud sounded behind her, followed by a gasp. The image of Bonnie and Damon faded in front of her and Bonnie turned around, dread filling her heart.
The mind can be a confusing place; filled with images that can't be verified. Bonnie had every reason to lie about what the intruder must have witnessed in Damon's head, but she didn't. She couldn't. Saving Damon meant more than holding onto a lie.
"Oh my God!" Caroline shrieked, "You, You …and Damon?"