Bonnie was prepared for Damon's slight control to slip as he prepared to feed, but it till shocked her and her body recoiled against it even if her mind did not. She could feel him deliberately controlling his movements, his arms lightly supporting her – not encasing her as she would have expected. He's letting me know I'm not trapped. She realised
"I won't hurt you." He whispered, caressing her face tenderly.
"I know." Bonnie said; her voice giving away her fear. She knew that Damon wouldn't hurt her – at least not intentionally, but she also knew if he lost control... Damon's lips kissed her neck gently making her stiffen slightly.
"Shh.... I won't hurt you Bonnie." He said again, Bonnie wasn't sure who he was talking to now, himself or her. She took a deep breath as she felt the change in him. His posture stiffened, the grip on her arms became painfully tight and she felt him give over to his emotions. He allowed her to release her breath and calm her body before he struck, but when he did it was hard, fast and deep. She let out a small cry of pain, refusing to let her body recoil from him. She felt her nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders and felt him draw her closer as a result.
As more blood was drawn from her body she relaxed into his grip, unable to maintain her death grip on his shoulders any longer. After that she let herself drift in what washed over her. She felt as his grip loosened on her and as his teeth were retracted some as his hunger abated slightly. She could feel her heart pumping to compensate the loss of blood and as she slipped further into unconsciousness she felt his fangs retracted completely.
*****
Damon didn't exactly know why he hadn't fed for so long. Sure he had decided that he was willing to give up killing for Bonnie, but he hadn't planned it quiet like this. Then again, he hadn't planned much lately. He hadn't planned on standing outside Bonnie's apartment all night long, or following her to work and watching as she went about her daily business and then standing outside her window again just hoping that she would call him.
Later, when she did call he found he was too weak to reply in his mind. That had reminded him of how thirsty he was and he was scared to be enclosed in that closed space with her scent lingering in the air. He had answered though. He had walked up those stairs and he had nervously knocked on her door. Her scent hit him hard, making him stagger. He had managed to avoid jumping on her in those first few moments.
Damon cringed as the beautiful young woman knelt at his feet looking up at him with wide worried green eyes. He had to force his self not to watch her jugular. He was determined to stay to what he had decided. I will not force Bonnie, I will not force Bonnie, I will not force Bonnie, I will not force Bonnie... he chanted to himself in his head, the craving was stronger than ever – he had never denied it for more than a day at a time, but it was Bonnie he was looking at. She was trembling now, moving closer to him. He pushed himself back into the chair he was on despite already not breathing. Her skin was too translucent; it was too easy to watch that pulsing point in her neck.
Damon couldn't remember much of what happened after she had given him permission. He did know he was fully in control of his emotions, how he managed to resist the fire of her veins he had no idea. He hoped he had been gentle. He hoped he hadn't taken too much. Bonnie was just conscious as he licked the blood running down her neck once he had retracted his fangs. She smiled slightly as she slipped into unconsciousness.
Damon brought his own wrist to his mouth and slid a fang across the smooth flesh there. Coaxing her mouth open a small amount, he fed her his blood, watching as even in unconsciousness she suckled and pulled some of his blood from him. He regretted having to pull back only a few minutes later but he was still weak from his self imposed starvation. He lifted Bonnie effortlessly as she slept, smiling at how once again she griped his shirt as she slept.
He didn't know what to do once he had settled her. On the one hand, Bonnie had wanted to talk to him and he didn't want her to think he had only wanted to trick her into giving him her blood, but on the other hand he felt awkward just sitting around her apartment while she slept and he couldn't consider sleeping there – for one thing he wasn't sure she was that comfortable with him yet. He compromised.
Bonnie,
Thank you for letting me feed from you. I should be back before you wake
But just in case I'm not, I wanted to let you know that I would be back.
Damon paused, pen hovering over the page. How was he going to explain where he went? He wondered.
Damon
Damon left the note on the coffee table before he quietly let himself out. Bonnie's blood had satisfied him some, but it had also reminded him exactly how hungry and how much he had lost in his five day self imposed famine. Of course, he didn't want to go back against his promise, but Bonnie's sacrifice had given him an idea. He would have to change hunting tactics, but he figured that he was just charming enough to pull it off.
