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2 - Naked Noises

Prison World

Janet Jackson's "If" blasted from the stereo in the Salvatore kitchen as Damon flipped his pancakes. His eyes kept wandering to the hall, expecting to see Bonnie come in at any minute, but she still hadn't appeared. She would usually be sitting at the table at this point, waiting to be served the pancakes she claimed to hate, but he hadn't seen her since their impromptu make-out session the night before. He was fully expecting her to come down and be all awkward about it, but complete avoidance hadn't crossed his mind.

When he placed the plates of pancakes on the kitchen table and she still hadn't come down, he huffed and headed upstairs. He knew she was hungry. She was human, humans needed breakfast, and he wasn't going to let her skip it because she was too much of a punk to face him. He also didn't appreciate her breaking their routine, even if he'd broken their unspoken rule of not getting frisky with each other.

"Bonnie!" He called as he headed down the hall. "Come downstairs and eat! The food is getting cold!" He knocked on her door but didn't get a response. He listened for a moment then heard the sound of a shower running, but it was coming from further down the hall. He walked to his own room and when he opened the door it was obvious she was in his shower. She used it frequently. She stayed in Stefan's room which didn't have a connecting bathroom, and all the other bathrooms didn't have a shower nearly as large or nice as his. After she fussed at him about it he agreed to let her use it when she wanted, and he was always in a different part of the house when she did.

Until now. He stepped into the room although he wasn't sure why. It wasn't the time to try and have a conversation with her but he felt himself walking further in anyway. He stopped at a spot where he had a full view into the bathroom...and his shower. His eyes widened.

The steam from the hot water fogged the glass but he could see Bonnie's figure. Damn, how long had she been hiding that under her clothes. The girl had a much more impressive posterior than Damon ever knew of or expected. He knew he needed to leave the room, despite the fact that it was his room, and stop being a creep but he found himself stuck. He admired her physique. Her breasts were nice and full, her ass was fat, and her stomach was flat. He only wished the glass would unfog and she'd turn toward him so he could get a clear view, as he was only looking at her profile. As she did start to turn in his direction he realized what the hell he was doing and quickly ghosted out of the room.

Bonnie descended the stairs, freshly showered and a little hungry. She didn't bother to seek out Damon, just went straight into the kitchen and saw her pancakes sitting out on the table. She already knew they were stone-cold and guessed Damon was probably irked with her skipping out on breakfast with him. She wasn't ready for any awkward interactions, and if she had to eat cold pancakes in order to stall the conversation, she was willing to do it.

After eating and giving her daily crossword another go, she decided to head to the Salvatore library and distract herself with some classic literature. She'd spent so many days trying to re-spark her magic and failing she wanted a little break from it. As she made her way to the library she passed one of the sitting rooms and caught a glimpse of something unexpected. She doubled back and stepped into the room. Her eyebrow raised at the sight of a wife-beater and Nike gym shorts clad Damon doing pull ups from a bar attached to the very high ceiling. He spotted her watching him but didn't pause his work-out.

"Uh...what are you doing?" Bonnie inquired.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He huffed as he lifted himself above the bar, his muscles bulging.

Bonnie crossed her arms. "We've been here for months and I've never seen you work out," she pointed out. "I figured that body was au naturel."

Damon hit 200 in his head and released the bar, dropping lithely to the floor. He smirked at Bonnie. "You've been checking out my body, Bon Bon?" He teased.

"Get over yourself," she said with a roll of her emerald eyes. Damon dropped to the floor and started doing push-ups.

"So, you're done avoiding me?"

"I wasn't avoiding you. I just slept in today," Bonnie fibbed. "Why are you working out?"

"I had some pent-up energy I needed to release," he said. "In the real world I would fuck or drain some humans if I felt like this but since the only living person here is you I figured you wouldn't want that." Bonnie bristled at his implication that he wanted to fuck and kill her.

"You're an ass, Damon."

"I know."

She turned and started to head out. "I could outdo your little lover boy by a thousand," she heard him quip. She stopped. "Is that what this is about? Threatened by 'little Gilbert'?" Bonnie scoffed and approached him.

"I could never be threatened by a child."

"Let's see what you got, Salvatore." She plopped down on his back. Damon continued his push-ups without a hitch.

"Are you sitting on me yet because I don't feel anything," Damon quipped.

"You're lucky I don't have my magic or I'd be weighing you down with about 200 pounds right now," Bonnie shot back. She shifted her position and lay on him, wrapping her arm around his neck.

"Seriously? It feels like a feather is tickling my neck," he said.

"Ugh, whatever." She moved off of him. Utilizing his vampire speed, Damon flipped onto his back and made a grab for Bonnie.

"Damon!" She squealed as she found herself being lifted in the air above his head.

"I thought it impresses you when guys can lift you over there head like nothing," he recalled with a smile as he literally bench pressed her.

"Okay, I got it!" She cried. "You can put me down now!" He chuckled as he placed her back on solid ground and she was over him in an instant.

"Jerk!" She started playfully hitting him. Damon made an attempt to block, and in the next second Bonnie was on her back and he was on top of her, his mischievous grin in place.

"We can fight if you want to but the witch without her powers doesn't get to win," he quipped. His electric blue eyes were smoldering at her as his body was pressed against hers, parts of which were rubbing against each other, causing Bonnie to blush. It didn't help that his hand was gently gripping her thigh. She was wearing short shorts, so his hands were on bare skin.

Her playful smile dissolved. "Get off of me," she said, firmly.

"Bonnie, come on, I-"

"I said get off." She gave him a little push and he swiftly did as he was told. Bonnie quickly got to her feet and started out.

"Bonnie," he said her name, reverently, and she paused in her hasty exit. "Are we ever going to talk about it?" He didn't need to elaborate on what "it" was.

"There's nothing to talk about," Bonnie stated and exited the room.

Bonnie was never flustered by guys, no matter how hot they were. Even if she was around a guy she liked. she was cool, in control. and she was always the one to take the lead and determine the pace of the relationship. They either respected it or got cut loose. It wasn't lost on Bonnie how sexy Damon was when she first saw him, but all their interactions since then were so hostile, threatening, or annoyingly snarky that his personality clouded his looks. Living with him had changed that.

Damon was different. He wasn't some small-town high school guy. He was a man. He was a vampire. He had lifetimes of experience with love and sex. He'd been fucking before Bonnie was even born, and according to Elena's tales, he knew exactly how to please a woman. The thought of Elena caused Bonnie to burn with guilt. Elena was her best friend, her sister, and Damon was the love of her life. How could she be thinking about him in a sexual manner? Sure, he oozed sex all over the place without even trying, but she'd been impervious to his appeal for years.

That was before he kissed me, Bonnie thought to herself. It was before she'd seen him shirtless, multiple times, with her own eyes. It was before he'd rubbed up against her and she immediately started feeling hot. Damon liked to claim awkwardness when he and Bonnie touched but all of that had went flying out the window when he kissed her so well it made her knees weak, proving he could put his money where his mouth was. Maybe it was the fact that she hadn't been laid in months, maybe it was the fact that being forced to live with Damon caused his hotness to be shoved in her face on a daily basis, maybe it was the fact that Damon seemed to be shamelessly flirting with her lately, but Bonnie was starting to look at him differently.

He wasn't just Damon Salvatore, bane of her existence, anymore. He was Damon Salvatore, probably one of the hottest men to grace her side of the globe in the real world, and the only man in the entire world in the prison world. The world where no one was around to judge the fact that they made out, or that Damon had managed to get Bonnie hot and bothered with a touch. She would have to judge herself for that.

It was nearing midnight when Damon made his way upstairs. He'd spent the most of the night alone. After their little wrestling match earlier, Bonnie had locked herself in her room for an hour, came downstairs to make him the quickest meal for dinner she could whip up, spaghetti, then disappeared to her room again. She hadn't said two words to him and it bothered Damon. It also bothered him that it bothered him. The former witch was able to ride his nerves more than almost anyone he'd ever met, yet he found himself wanting her attention when she refused to give it to him. The only woman to ever attempt to cut him off right after receiving one of his knee-buckling kisses was Elena but it hardly mattered. She came around soon after and they humped like bunnies for months. Even when they had huge fights and broke up, they'd be boning a minute later. That was the Damon Salvatore appeal. He was literally the only man on Earth. Why was Bonnie bothering with playing games?

As he made his way to his bedroom he paused while passing hers. He was certain he'd just heard a very familiar noise. He listened for a moment before it happened again. Yes, he was definitely hearing the sound of a woman's moans emitting from behind her door. He stepped closer to her door. His ears were not deceiving him. He was hearing Bonnie Bennett moaning. Shocked but intrigued, he pressed his ear to the wood.

"Mmhmm...aah...fuck..."

She was definitely touching herself and Damon couldn't believe it. More than anything, he wanted to go in the room and watch. He instantly hardened at the thought. Of course, the witch wouldn't allow it but why the hell was she masturbating when she knew damn well he had super hearing. Was she so backed up that she didn't care? He sure as hell was.

He stepped away from her door and sped into his room. What the fuck is she trying to do? He thought to himself as his ears continued to capture the sound of her pleasing herself. His imagination got the best of him as an image of her lying on her bed naked, one of her hands between her legs while the other squeezed her breast, came into his head. His erection was fighting against the restraint of his jeans so he unzipped his pants and freed himself. The volume of Bonnie's moans slightly increased as he gripped his rod, his eyes closed as he kept his imagined visual of her self-pleasure in his head. He stroked himself as the witch consumed his thoughts.

Bonnie's imagination was running wild as well. She saw blue eyes and a hard, ripped body as her fingers sensually rubbed and stroked the most sacred parts of her body. Strong arms, a six pack, and a sexy smirk invaded her thoughts. It was Damon's fingers in between her legs, Damon's tongue tasting her and making her cry out, and his imagined nine and a half inch dick sinking into her soaking wet pussy. Bonnie tried and failed to keep her voice down as she burst open all over her sheets.

She hadn't touched herself sexually once since being in the prison world for fear that Damon would overhear but she was so horny it had to happen. When she'd checked on him beforehand he was downstairs listening to music, and he usually went to bed late, so she found it to be the best time to release some tension. She had tried to imagine other guys, any other guy. Ryan Gosling, Trey Songz, Charlie Hunman, Liam and Chris Hemsworth, but none of them worked. Damon kept popping into her brain, Damon was all she could think about, so she went with it and it felt good. An out-of-breath Bonnie rolled over onto her side, ready to go to sleep. She'd deal with the shame of it all in the morning.