Here we go again. Thank you all for the reviews and to everybody that has added this to their favourites. I have finally managed to get my hands on Shadow Souls. So I have been trying to find the time to read. I have unfortunately had to go to work instead. It gets in the way of my reading! So Damon and Bonnie have arrived in Paris the city of romance and jet lag doesn't exist in my tale.

Radical Times – chapter 13

They landed in Paris and were met by the limo service for the hotel Damon had booked them in for 3 days at the Ritz Hotel. As they arrived Bonnie was opened mouthed. Damon loved spoiling her. Though he had done this all before it was like he was seeing everything for the first time with Bonnie. She was so full of wonder. Damon gently put his finger on her chin closing her mouth and tilting her head up.

"Do you like it Bonnie" Damon asked and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Oh Damon, I can't believe that you do all this for me" Bonnie's smile widened as they checked in and the bags were brought up to the suite. When they were finally in the room alone Bonnie threw herself on the bed and laughed. "Damon we are in Paris, together! I can't believe it's true"

Damon flung himself down next to her. Bonnie was on her back and Damon was on his front he leaned over her and kissed her. The kiss deepened and Damon ran his hands around Bonnie's tiny waist. She was so delicate his little bird. His cool hands slipped under Bonnie's top contacting with her soft, smooth warm skin. The contrast of warm and cold skin sent a shiver of delight though both of them and Bonnie's delicate fingers wound their way into Damon's dark hair and pulled him closer they both groaned and deepened the kiss. The scent of the city and the warm breeze coming through the open window heightened the experience. Bonnie pulled back from the kiss and smiled up at Damon planting small kisses on his face.

"Sweetheart. I want to freshen up after the flight" Bonnie said and Damon flopped back on the bed.

"Cara, you are right, let's both freshen up and go an explore the city" Damon kissed her and patted her bottom as she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom. He was relieved that she had stop them as his resolve to wait to make her his had almost dissolved completely and the last glance he had of her going into the bathroom was pale skin with the black lace bra on it and her jeans cupping the pert bottom as it wiggled it's way to the bathroom. Damon didn't know how to calm himself down. He knew she didn't realise how erotically her body moved and when had he removed her top. He couldn't remember when during their kissing that he had taken off her top or when she had unbuttoned his shirt. What was she doing to him!

An hour later they were outside dressed for the early evening. Damon again in black but this time so was Bonnie and in skin tight black jeans and a black sheer long sleeved top. She had on black stilettos and her red curls shone as she stood there hand in hand with Damon. As they stared to walk down the street he could see that all the men were looking at her as they walked by and what made her even more beautiful to every man that saw her was that she was totally unaware of the affect that she was having. Damon held her hand a little tighter and brought her a little closer to him. He loved that she was his and for the first time he belonged to someone he belonged to her. The beautiful couple found a small restaurant down a small side road and had dinner.

After dinner they took a walk towards the river seine. They walked along the bank looking at the night skyline. They could see the Eiffel tower lit up against the skyline. The quaint old buildings lining the river bank. Bonnie noticed that Damon was a bit on edge. Bonnie was worried. Damon was never on edge.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Bonnie asked

Damon almost looked nervous" wrong, nothing's wrong Bonnie"

"Ok Damon, now I know there is something wrong. You never call me Bonnie!"

Damon looked at Bonnie. His beautiful little bird. This woman had stolen his heart. He was a bad ass vampire totally in love with an 18 year old beautiful petite witch. For goodness sake he was 500 years old and about to embarrass himself and do something g that he never thought he would ever do.

They were on one of the many old bridges that criss crossed across the famous river. The evening was clear and warm. Damon was nervous. Bonnie was looking at him. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for the small velvet box that had been delivered to the hotel room when Bonnie was in the bathroom getting ready.

With the back drop of the Paris skyline. Damon takes both Bonnie's hands in his and turns her to face him. He tips her face up and plants a chaste kiss on her lips. Damon then get's down on one knee. "Bonnie McCullough, you are the most beautiful person in the world and I thought that my life couldn't get any better when you agreed to go out with me. Every day we are together life keeps getting better. Bonnie will you marry me?"

Damon rushed out his speech and looked at Bonnie, waiting for an answer. Bonnie threw herself at him and kissed him. "Oh yes Damon, yes I would love to marry you" they were kneeling on the floor kissing. Damon slipped the diamond solitaire on her finger. It was an elegantly simple ring.

The finally got up of the floor to a round of applause from passersby. Damon kissed Bonnie and a small cheer went up. They started to walk back to the hotel. Damon's left hand gripping Bonnie's right hand. Bonnie kept looking at her finger. She couldn't believe that Damon had asked her to marry him. She was on 18 but she knew that she had found something that most people waited a whole life time to find and never did. True love.

Ok I know that is a very short chapter and I am sorry. They will be exploring Paris a bit more in the next chapter. I will try and post again soon.