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3 - Temptation

Hyatt Regency Hotel - Present Day

Bonnie's eyes were closed but she wasn't asleep. Damon lay stiff as a board beside her, and she knew he surely wasn't sleeping as well. He hadn't said much all night and Bonnie was starting to get a little worried. It had been his idea to run off together, taking the cure with them. Even after she pleaded with him to take time to think about it and make sure it was really what he wanted, he insisted. Now he seemed to be stressing, like he was already having second thoughts.

Bonnie rolled over, facing him, but she didn't open her eyes. She snuggled into his body and gently placed her hand on his bare chest. Without saying a word, she started to run her hand over his pecs. She lightly traced the ridges of his abs with her fingers, then slowly brought her hand down to his pajama pants. She heard his breathing hitch as her hand snaked underneath his pants and made contact with his dick. She began to play with it, softly stroking it, before releasing it from his bottoms. She finally opened her eyes and moved downward on the bed.

Damon watched her intently as she pulled off his black tee she'd worn to bed, without a bra, exposing her full breasts in all their glory, and she made eye contact with him just as she pressed her tongue to his rod. She licked the head of it, keeping her eyes on him, before enveloping it completely with her warm mouth. Damon sighed loudly as his head fell back on the pillow. She started off slowly, her lips secured firmly around his dick as she sucked. Damon moaned as she picked up the pace, lifting his head again to watch her. She looked gloriously sexy as her head bobbed up and down and she took him further and further into her mouth each time, watching him watching her with a seductive look in her emerald eyes.

"That feels so fucking good," he breathed. The room remained silent aside from the sound of Bonnie's passionate licking and sucking and Damon's heavy breathing and involuntary moans and groans. Bonnie didn't recoil as Damon released all of his manly substance into her mouth. She gave him a sexy smirk as she shifted her position and sat atop him, bringing her upper body down onto his, their chests pressed against each other as she brought her mouth to his.

They kissed fervently and loudly, their tongues playing with each other. She moved down to his neck, sucking and licking as she grind herself against him, hardening him again. "What are you doing to me?" Damon asked in a gruff tone.

"Just shut up and enjoy it," she instructed as she kissed him down to his collarbone. She sat up, straddling him. She moved her hips, coating his rod as her girl dripped all over him. "You want me?" She asked, teasingly.

"You know I want you." His blue eyes bore into her with such intensity it made her wetter.

"How much do you want me?"

"Don't play with me, Bonnie," he said, sternly, his eyes narrowing. She smiled and lifted herself onto her knees. Damon gripped his dick and placed it at her entrance. "Come on," he demanded. She lifted her eyebrow. "Bonnie!" He spoke through gritted teeth.

She smirked and slowly slid herself down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. Damon cursed as she began to ride him, taking her time to feel him buried inside of her. He gripped her hips tightly, grateful he'd already come once and wasn't in danger of an early release. He suddenly sat up, coming face to face with her. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her mouth to his. "What are you doing? Huh?" He asked before giving her another rough kiss. "You better fuck me like you mean it." He kissed her all over, sucking on her bottom lip, her chin, her neck, every part of her his mouth had access to in that position.

Bonnie pressed both of her hands to his chest and pushed him off, causing his back to hit the bed hard, and she rode him faster, and harder. She cried out as their hips undulated against each other, both trying to take the other fiercely and without restraint. Damon gripped her hips tighter and drove himself into her, burying himself as deep as he could go in her warmth. Bonnie nearly shrieked and her eyes widened as he hit her special spot, sending uncontrollable tremors of pleasure throughout her entire body. She didn't get a chance to collect herself as he hit it again and again, each time more forcefully.

"Aah! Damoooonnn!" She screamed, her eyes squeezed close and her face twisted as she reveled in the joy and the pain of his passion.

"What did I tell you about playing with me?! Huh?!" He held her there so she couldn't escape as he thrusted into her relentlessly. She nearly fell backward as she exploded with a mind-numbing orgasm but he held onto her and continued to drive into her until he exploded himself. His cries were nearly as loud as Bonnie's as he let himself go inside of her, and his release seemed to last a lifetime. They finally both came down, holding onto each other. Bonnie was draped over him as they both caught their breath.

"What am I going to do with you?" Damon quipped as Bonnie rolled off of him.

"Just keep loving me, Salvatore," she said, pulling the blanket around her body and closing her eyes. "Now go to sleep. You need it." Five minutes later he was snoozing soundly beside her. Bonnie smiled.

1994 Prison World

Damon was bored. After living a non-stop crazy, bloody, adventurous, violent existence for 180 years he had never quite experienced the feeling of boredom and wasn't sure what to do with it. It was Bonnie's fault, he concluded. She was his only source of entertainment in the prison world. They would usually play board games and/or drinking games, watch movies, go "shopping", or just talk. Anything to keep the boredom from becoming overwhelming. She was also the only thing keeping him from staking himself to escape this entrapment. And she had the nerve to still be avoiding him.

She had said very little to him all day, even when they sat down to eat together. As she studied her crossword, she started humming to herself. Damon instantly recognized the tune. If I was your girl, the things I'd do to you, I'd make you call out my name, I'd ask who it belongs to...

"What are you doing?" He snapped.

She looked at him with a confused expression. "Just humming a song," she said innocently. Why the hell are you humming that of all songs, he wanted to ask. It immediately took him back to Bonnie in his shower. He'd been listening to If that day, and now he would never be able to listen to it again without thinking of her. How many nights I've laid in bed excited over you, I've closed my eyes and thought of us a hundred different ways. Maybe Bonnie could relate to Janet's lyrics at this point. Damon was vain enough to believe most women he encountered would please themselves while fantasizing about him, but Bonnie was a different kind of woman. As much as the thought disturbed him, she could've very well been thinking of little Gilbert, for whatever reason. Maybe reliving their surely mediocre romps in the hay. Damon just knew the teen didn't have a fifth of the sexual skills he possessed. She couldn't have wasted an orgasm on those memories.

On the same hand, he didn't fail to notice her attire. She was wearing itty bitty shorts and when she bent over in front of him to pick up the newspaper, his eyes were glued to her ass like the key to success was imprinted on it. Bonnie rarely dressed in clothes so small, even in the real world, so Damon's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when around 9:00 at night, she came downstairs to read in her "PJs" which consisted of even tinier shorts and a tank top with no bra. She's trying to get my attention, he thought to himself and he wanted to call her out on it. He was tempted to bring up the fact that he'd heard her servicing herself the night before, excluding the fact that he'd gotten himself off to the noises she was making, just to get a reaction out of her but he was sure she'd run screaming from the conversation. Maybe even leave the boardinghouse altogether, something she'd done many times after one of their heated arguments. Damon sensed another exit on the horizon and he wasn't going to push her toward it. He'd never admit it but he needed her around to keep from going insane.

He fixed himself his third drink of the night and wandered into the sitting-room where the fire was going and Bonnie was on the sofa, an open book in her lap. Her eyes were closed as she rubbed the area between her neck and shoulder. She'd been feeling so knotted and tense lately, especially in that area.

Damon approached her. "Feeling a little tense?" He questioned, vocalizing the first words to be spoken that day that weren't extremely impersonal.

Bonnie nodded. "Yeah, my shoulder's been killing me."

He stopped behind her. "Relax your shoulders," he instructed and she did so. He placed his hand on the space her hand had previously occupied and began to massage it.

Bonnie moaned softly. "That feels better," she said.

Damon stepped closer as he worked his hand over her sore spot and Bonnie moaned again. He inhaled and her scent filled his nostrils. She smelled like honey and it was intoxicating to his vampire senses. He leaned down and found himself placing a tender kiss on the other side of her neck. She leaned into it for a moment as he did it again, then she was suddenly jumping off the couch like her ass was on fire.

"Stop it, Damon!" She cried. "I told you before you have to stop kissing me!"

"You need to stop pretending like you don't like it!" He threw back.

"I can't like it! You're my best friend's boyfriend!"

"Newsflash, Bonnie, you and I died!" He reminded her coldly. "Death usually nullifies a relationship! Face it, Witchy, we're never getting out of here!"

"I'm not having this argument with you again," she said with a huff. "I think I'll just leave. We shouldn't be around each other anymore."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Here we go with the dramatics."

She crossed her arms, a defiant look on her face. "You're just a distraction. I need to be alone and just work on getting my magic back."

"Or maybe you just want a place you can masturbate freely."

Bonnie's eyes widened in horror then she tried to appear cool. "I don't know what you're talking about." She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

"Are we really going to play that game?" Damon said with a condescending look. "All day you've been running around here with those tiny shorts and no bra. Let's not pretend like you didn't want me to notice."

"You disgust me. I'm leaving."

"Fine, nobody's stopping you," Damon sneered as she started out.

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Bonnie gave him a slight push with her shoulders as she passed him and headed upstairs. Damon sat on the couch and downed the rest of his drink. When he heard her on the stairs, pulling a bag, he decided at that moment he was sick of her shit. Why did she always have to go running off every time they got into it? Would she really rather be alone than with him in an empty world? No, she wouldn't, he concluded to himself. Which is why she always came back, so why waste anyone's time?

In a flash, Damon was on the stairs, blocking her way down. "What are you doing?" Bonnie questioned, taken surprise by his hasty movement. Instead of replying, he snatched the bag out of her hand and threw it. Bonnie's mouth dropped. "Seriously, Damon?! Very mature."

"Maybe I'll hide it too," he sniped. "Show you how 'mature' I can be."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I don't need it." She walked around him down the steps.

"You know, you're constant running off is getting really old!" Damon exclaimed, following her. "What is this, like twelve times already?!"

"Shut up, Damon!" Bonnie hissed through gritted teeth. Damon was blocking the door before she could open it. "You're really starting to irk the shit out of me."

"You irk the shit out of me on a daily basis but you don't see me running away from you like a little - OW!" Bonnie had stamped on his foot. He cursed as she pushed him to the side and flung the door open. "Stay away this time!"

"Gladly!" She cried before slamming the door shut behind her.

The next day Damon ate his pancake breakfast alone, smiley face with fangs not included. He set an extra plate across the table at Bonnie's usual place, just in case, but they went cold and untouched. He worked out, listened to Nine Inch Nails entire The Downward Spiral album, and made an impromptu video diary, bitching about being trapped in his "own personal hell". Damon's murderous tendencies had been a turn-off for most potential friends of the last century, but he'd never really been alone, and he didn't like it. He couldn't predict how long Bonnie would be gone for this time. Sometimes she'd leave for a week straight, sometimes an hour. He'd actually told her to stay away this time but he found himself hoping she wouldn't follow his advice.

The day after that he followed the same routine, and once again Bonnie's pancakes went cold and untouched. While making his music selection he replaced Nine Inch Nails with Janet Jackson's Janet album. It made him think about Bonnie. It seemed to be her personal favorite out of all the early 90's music they had in the house, as she chose it the most when he let her have a say in the music they listened to together while eating breakfast or having one of their late-night talks. That's The Way Love Goes made him ponder the possibility of he and Bonnie's relationship growing. You Want This had him consider the fact that his feelings toward her may have truly changed. If brought back the visual of Bonnie in his shower and he couldn't get it out of his head. He kept his hands to himself that night. Literally.

The following morning, Damon sat at the table with two plates of pancakes, fully prepared to toss one out afterward. Just as he grabbed the newspaper he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. The scent of honey hit him first, then Bonnie was breezing into the room. He didn't even look up as she settled into her usual seat across from him, and his face remained passive as he handed her the crossword and grabbed the leisure section for himself before digging into the pancakes. Bonnie didn't say a word as she concentrated on figuring out 34 down, and it was as if the past three days hadn't even happened.

Bonnie was standing in front of the fireplace. There was a candle sitting on top of it, and she had been trying with everything she had to light the damn thing. Still no success. She shifted her focus to the fireplace, and was muttering an incantation to herself. She couldn't start a fire, but maybe she could put one out. She didn't hear Damon enter the room but she felt his presence behind her.

"Bonnie," he interrupted her focus. "I think we need to talk."

"About what?" She inquired, knowing very well what.

"About what's going on between us," he said.

"I don't want to talk about it, Damon."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm scared," she snapped.

"Don't be."

"Because it's that easy?" She finally turned to face him, her facial expression one of distress. "We're going to get out of here and feel like asses when we do. How many times have we sat in this very room and you went on and on about Elena and how much you love her?" Damon's brow furrowed. "You still love her, you'll always love her, and I'll bet any amount of money she's not over you. How do you think she'll feel about you giving up on her?"

Damon's eyes narrowed as he took her words in. "I'm not giving up on her," he stated. "I've just learned to face reality. You don't think I want to go back? You don't think I miss my brother and being around other people? I was missing the hell out of Elena. So much so that I had to force myself to stop thinking about her because it made me so goddamn depressed. I don't want to hurt her, Bonnie, but what could possibly hurt her more than me dying on her in the first place? Right after we finally found ourselves in the perfect place with each other. Purely in love and happy."

"Don't you want that back?"

"Bonnie, you're no closer to getting your magic back than you were three months ago," he pointed out. "Next thing you know, it'll be another three months, then another three, until thirty years have passed and we're still here! Jeremy will probably be married with a bunch of adult kids! Elena will have moved on and found love and happiness with someone else, saving lives all over the world as the doctor she's meant to be! And you and I will be here...with each other. Only each other. Bickering!" His blue eyes were filled with emotion. "I know Elena deserves better than me. I came in between her and Stefan's relationship, I killed her brother right in front of her because she wouldn't kiss me, I slept with her mom and turned her into a vampire, I attempted to kill three of her closest friends. I even once told Stefan that I hoped she'd die. I've always known Elena deserved much better than me but I didn't care because I'm selfish. You deserve better than me too, Bon Bon. If we hadn't been thrown together, I know there isn't a chance in hell I could ever get close to a woman like you. Elena or no Elena."

Bonnie sighed deeply. "I've gotten to know you very well since we've been here," she started. "I've seen who you are. I've seen who you can be. You're not all bad. There's a man with a heart buried underneath this bad-ass vampire you portray. That man is worthy of love just like everybody else." She gave him a sheepish look. "Permission to get awkward?" Damon's cerulean eyes fixed on the little witch intently as she approached him, then she was wrapping her arms around him.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this out loud, but I like you, Damon," she admitted, her cheek pressed against his chest. Damon was stiff but she didn't release him. "I once had myself convinced I hated you, but now I can't even convince myself that I could never fall for you. That's what scares me." She looked up at him. "We're unwilling friends, but friends all the same. Let's not ruin that." She let him go and walked away.

Damon stayed glued to his spot. "Judgy?"

She stopped. "Yes?" She looked back at him.

"I'm not portraying anything, I'm just a bad-ass vampire."

Bonnie smacked her teeth and rolled her eyes. "Good night, Salvatore," she said with a shake of the head. "Go to sleep. You need it."

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