Pretty Persuasion
By: Tracy Cook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Vampire Diaries.
Couple: Bonnie/Damon
Rating: M
Author's Note : Thank you all so much for your wonderful support! Y'all are wonderful!
I Make A Great Villain
'I'll Be The Spark That Ignites A Flame,
The Wilderness That You Try And Tame.'
"That's a nice shirt you've got on, Bon-Bon." Damon said with a twist of his lips as he lent against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes glued to the shirt. Bonnie looked completely flustered and annoyed with him and it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. He could tell that she was regretting not taking it off, which meant that she was accustomed to wearing it.
He pushed himself off of the door frame as he added, "Don't you have any your own size?" He asked, walking into the room, his eyes never leaving her, "Or is that one sentimental?" He raised his brows.
Bonnie groaned out in frustration. She hated that he was teasing her about the shirt. She hated that she was wearing the shirt. "Shut up, Damon." She told him. "I just-" She couldn't think of an excuse for why she was wearing his shirt. There really wasn't one. If she was disgusted by it she would have returned it, or at the very least not have worn it to bed every night. "
"You just?" His tone was smug.
She hated how smug he looked right now.
Lifting one of her hands to her forehead she said, "I just can't do this right now." Her voice was dangerously low. "I'm really confused about a lot of things and I need time to think about them and figure out what I'm going to do." Bonnie glared up at him, "And you're a distraction."
Damon shut the door behind him and took a few steps toward the young woman, a playful glint in his eyes and a suggestive tone in his voice, "Distractions can be fun though." He reached out and placed his hands on her hips, pulling her body closer to his. He lent down and ran the tip of his nose along hers before whispering hotly against her lips, "They keep us from getting too serious."
She took in a sharp breath as she stared deep into his eyes. They truly were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She could see the desire in them. He wanted her and she was almost positive that her eyes were reflecting that same desire.
Bonnie Bennett had never craved someone the way that she craved Damon Salvatore.
It was incomprehensible. After everything that he had done, how could she crave him so desperately? It was wrong. And it wasn't only wrong because it was Damon, it was wrong because she had a boyfriend, it was wrong because her best friend was in love with the man standing in front of her.
Her fingers were subconsciously twisting in the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling his body closer to hers, teasing the toned muscles of his abdomen beneath the fabric. 'Bonnie, you have to stop this! You can't have sex with him again! You are still dating Jeremy!' Her mind was screaming at her. "This is wrong on so many levels, Damon." She breathed out, her voice raspy due to her aroused state.
"Says who?" He asked with a grin as he lent in even closer causing Bonnie to let out a soft whimper.
She had been expecting him to kiss her. But, he had stopped right before he reached her lips, hovering teasingly. It was pure torture.
'Says you!' Bonnie's mind screamed. This time she felt that her mind was winning out over her body and her desires. She was tempted to give in to him, but after everything that had happened over the last week she was conflicted. She knew that Elena was catching on, she knew that Jeremy had his suspicions too, and she was worried that what Damon had told her wasn't true. That Jeremy hadn't cheated.
There were too many things that didn't add up for her to be confident giving in to temptations.
She felt torn, but she had to do the right thing by everyone. So, she pulled away from him and dropped her hands from his chest. She watched as Damon's smirk faltered for just a moment before returning to normal. It was barely recognizable, but she knew that she had hurt his feelings. She just didn't really understand why. 'He's probably just disappointed that we aren't going to have sex tonight. It doesn't mean anything else...'
Damon was upset, but it wasn't because Bonnie pulled away. He fully intended to go at her pace despite how aroused he was in that moment. He would never push her to do anything she didn't want to do. 'Not that she doesn't want to do that.'
"Damon, I really can't do this right now." She stated assertively. "I have to settle things with Jeremy before we do anything again, and I have a lot of things on my mind right now."
She paused and looked him over, crossing her arms over her chest. "This will only complicate things."
"I'd say things are already pretty complicated." Damon said. "What will really change if we indulge in each other one last time?" His eyes widened as he said the word indulge, and she could feel her arousal intensifying. She wanted more than anything to indulge in him one last time. He was like a drug to her.
Regardless of her urges, she found the strength to decline his offer. "What will change if we indulge..." Bonnie's voice trailed off and a blush painted her cheeks. She coughed to clear the inappropriate images from her mind, "If we have sex again then it will change how I feel about myself." She told him. "I'm in a relationship with Jeremy and no matter what he did, I still love him, and I'm not a cheater."
He lifted his hands in the air, admitting his defeat. He could tell when Bonnie was being serious and he respected her enough to not push her to do something that would compromise her morals.
Green eyes watched him as he walked across her room to her bed and plopped down on top of it, laying with his arms behind his head and a smirk in her direction. It was apparent that Damon had no plans of leaving in the near future. Her heart racing at the thought of spending the night with the man made her so frustrated.
"Okie-dokie." He sang. "What did you have in mind then?" Damon knew that Bonnie was surprised that he hadn't left after that, but sex wasn't all that he wanted from her. He didn't know what he wanted, but it wasn't just that. "Maybe we could braid each other's hair and paint each other's nails?"
'I'll Always Be The First To Tell You That I Don't Care.'
"I think this color really matches your eyes." Damon stated with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he glanced up at Bonnie. He was sitting on the bed painting her toenails and he was probably enjoying it more than he should have. He was thoroughly entertained by how shocked the beautiful woman was when she suggested he paint her nails and he agreed.
She laughed and stared down at her toes. He had picked a beautiful emerald green nail polish. She couldn't believe that he had actually painted her nails. This was a side of him that she had never seen before. Even when he was with Elena. All that the two of them had was a very confusing relationship and sexual tension, she rarely saw him play around with her like this.
Bonnie liked this side of him.
"You know, I was joking when I suggested you paint my nails." She pointed out.
"I know, but I thought it would be fun. I've never been to a slumber party before." Damon paused and his face contorted in thought before he added, "Well, besides the naked kind." He waggled his brow at her.
"Okay, get out." Bonnie said, her jaw clenched tightly and her muscles tense. She had agreed to let him stay the night with her if he stopped saying and acting on any of his sexual urges. What he had just said, even if it was a joke, was crossing the line.
He rolled his eyes, "I was only joking, judgy."
Twisting the lid back onto the nail polish, he set it on the table beside the bed. Bonnie was eyeing him warily the entire time, she didn't trust him. More importantly, she didn't trust herself. She was already laying in bed, if he climbed on top of her and attempted to push the boundaries she had set then she knew she would give in to him. There was a large part of her that wanted him to push.
Her eyes never left him as he moved up onto the bed, sitting next to her with his back to the headboard.
"As promised, there will be no funny business from me tonight." Damon reminded, offering her a genuine smile. He didn't want her to kick him out, he was having too much fun. All he had been doing was attempting to rile her up. He loved seeing her all flustered and angry.
Bonnie noticed that he was keeping to his word, his body was far enough away from hers that she couldn't feel the heat radiating off of it, and his smile was honest. He truly did intend to not push things tonight. She was just trying to figure out why. Why was Damon there with her? What did he want from her? She had assumed he had just wanted revenge on Elena or sex, but those theories weren't adding up.
'Why is he still here?'
"What are you doing here?" The words slipped through her lips before she had a chance to stop them.
"Definitely not what I intended to be doing." Damon responded playfully. It was like he just couldn't stop himself. He always had to sabotage everything he cared about. He watched as her face contorted from confusion to anger.
"If all you came here for was sex then you should just leave." Her entire body was tense and she knew that if she still had her powers then she would be delivering intense pain to him in that moment. Just when she had started to think that he could possibly be a person she could enjoy spending time with, just when she had started to see a good side in him, he had to go and push things. He always had to push things.
She knew that she shouldn't mind. It should be a relief to her that all Damon seemed to want was sex. It wasn't like Bonnie wanted anything more with him. She could never have a relationship with him.
Damon lent forward and looked over at Bonnie with a furrowed brow and worry swimming in his blue eyes. "What other reason should I have to come here?" He asked her. He wanted to know why she was so upset. He wanted to know what she wanted from him.
She let out a loud irritated groan and she once again lifted a hand to her forehead, he was starting to give her a headache. "I don't know!" She told him. "I don't know what else you would come here for, Damon!" She looked over at him. She looked like his words had hurt her. They shouldn't have though. "I just know that you promised you would stop pushing the boundaries and you keep doing it! I don't need the teasing and the flirting right now, I'm too confused and you're just making it worse!"
"Alright." He said. This silenced her. She was waiting for an explanation, or for him to get out of her room. "In that case I know why I'm here."
"Why?" Bonnie asked. She was certain he was going to say something sarcastic and sexual again.
"I'm here to support you."
Silence filled the room around them as Bonnie repeated the words over and over in her head. She had told Damon that she was confused and he told her that he was there to support her. He was admitting to coming to her room because he was worried about her. In a way that made sense. He had always worried about her. Numerous times he had told her that he would always choose Elena and that he would let her die, but he was always there to protect her. He had brought her back from the dead.
When they had shared that dance he had been concerned about her safety. He tried to cover it up, he always did, but he was always concerned about her.
"So, what's next on the agenda?" Damon broke the awkward silence. He didn't want to continue talking about what he had said because he wasn't ready to understand it. He didn't know why he was so worried about Bonnie when she ran out of the dance. He just was.
"Uh, I don't know." She was still shocked by what he had said. She couldn't stop over-analyzing his words. She hadn't really planned anything for the evening and it was getting pretty late so she said, "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?"
It literally took all of his willpower to not make a joke about the something else he would rather be doing. Still, he knew that if he made one more sexual joke that Bonnie really would kick him out and he was having a really great night. He couldn't recall the last time that he smiled so much and actually meant it. "Sounds like a plan."
Blue eyes landed on the remote that was sitting on the nightstand beside Bonnie. He smirked and lent over her body, reaching for the remote.
Damon was practically on top of Bonnie as he reached for the remote and she knew on some level that he was doing it on purpose to be closer to her. He could have just asked her to hand it to him, but instead he reached for it. She could feel the lower half of his body hovering over her, and her heart jumped into her throat and started pounding violently as she was assaulted by the scent of his cologne and sweat. It was the same scent that was on the T-shirt she was wearing and it was intoxicating.
His neck was so close to her that she could reach up and deliver a heated kiss to the sensitive skin if she wanted. And she wanted to. More than anything. But, she held back and tried to ignore the way that her body felt like it was on fire and her arousal was building between her thighs.
Bonnie knew that he could smell her arousal and that caused her to blush.
No matter how many times she dismissed his advances, her body would always give her away.
Damon knew that she was aroused by the proximity of their bodies and before he returned to his position on the other side of the bed, he stopped and hovered right above her. His lips only inches away from hers, his eyes connected with hers and a smirk on his lips. "What do you wanna watch?"
'Inviting Eyes And A Dashing Smile,
Are Just Enough To Hide Away The Demon I've Turned Into.'
The movie was long forgotten by Bonnie Bennett as she lay with her head resting against Damon's chest, her arm splayed out across his toned abdomen, playing with the skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. She had been the one to initiate the contact not him. Slowly throughout the movie she had scooted closer and closer toward him, until their arms were touching. Then she had rested her head against his shoulder. She had craved more contact.
Eventually they had moved into their current position which was far more intimate.
Damon's fingers were ghosting over the skin of Bonnie's arm, causing her to shiver and let out soft hums of approval. She liked the way that his fingertips felt against her skin. They left a trail of fire everywhere that they touched and they caused the hairs on her arm to rise.
It was so strange that being in his arms could cause her to feel so safe, yet so guilty. She felt like a terrible person for snuggling with Damon when she was still dating Jeremy. And she couldn't stop thinking about Elena and how mad she was going to be when she found out. She would probably disown her.
Bonnie bit down on her bottom lip as she continued to trace circles along Damon's stomach through his shirt. She had to say something. "Elena's going to kill me for this." She said. Her green eyes fixed on the part of Damon's body where his shirt met his pants. His black shirt had risen up and she could see his hipbones and his happy trail. 'Fuck'
"Probably." He said with a grin. He didn't care what Elena thought.
"She's totally going to figure it out." She wouldn't be surprised if she already had.
"Probably." Damon said again, nonchalantly.
"For once could you be serious?" Bonnie pulled away from his chest enough to look up at him. 'He claims to love her, but he doesn't even care if she gets hurt.'
"I think for once I'd like to just forget about Elena and focus on us for tonight." He dragged out her name in an exaggerated and annoyed tone. Honestly, he was so tired of his entire life revolving around her. Yes, he had some sort of feelings for Bonnie, he wasn't going to feel bad about it because it would hurt Elena. They didn't work. They continued to try, but their relationship was toxic.
Bonnie didn't know how to respond to that. She was truly baffled by his words. He wanted to just forget Elena existed and focus on the two of them?
Damon reached out and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear, before running his finger along her jawline and lifting her chin so that she was staring him directly in the eyes.
"Just me and you." He told her with a genuine smile.
"Just me and you." She repeated, letting out a breath and smiling widely. Her heart was racing as she licked over her lips and said, "Well, if it's just me and you, and nothing else in the entire world matters. No one that we know, and nothing that we've done in the past." She paused. Her heart was so loud that she could barely hear herself speak. What she was about to admit would change everything.
"Then what, Bonnie?" Damon asked.
"Then this is really nice."
Bonnie's statement was so simple, but it wasn't really the words that mattered. It was the meaning behind the words. She was admitting that she was having a wonderful night with him and that she was enjoying herself. That she liked snuggling with him and being intimate with him. That she would be in a relationship with him if none of the other factors were involved.
Blue eyes widened in shock when he felt the warmth of her hand covering his, she linked their fingers together and he enjoyed how small and fragile her hand felt in his. It was so soft, so delicate. He was never really one for holding hands, but he liked this.
Damon raised a questioning brow at her and she smiled, "Just for tonight." She told him.
'Caught In Between, What I Love And What I Need.'
Author's Note :
Hello everyone! Thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews! Because I got so many I decided to add another chapter! :)) I'm really nervous about this chapter because it's five in the morning and I'm really tired and worried I made some errors. I hope that I didn't and that you all like it! This chapter was going to be heated, but I decided to give y'all some fluff and character development instead! More steamy chapters to come though! I promise! We will find out if Jeremy really is cheating in the next chapter! :)) Excited? Oh and how do you think Elena is going to react to all of this?
Thank you all so much for reading! It means the world to me!
I love you all!
-Tracy Cook-