A/N: I'm back! So sorry for the wait but I've been so busy and distracted by other stories I'm working on. I hope you all enjoy this update. I appreciate the love it's gotten so far.

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4 - Starting Over

Prison World

Things had been easy between Damon and Bonnie over the past three days. They ate breakfast together, they teased each other, bickered about small things, Bonnie studied her grimoire, Damon exercised, they capped the night in the living-room, talking and listening to music. It was nice. Damon had dismissed himself this night, saying he was going to take a walk, implying that he'd be awhile. Bonnie was fine giving him space and figured she could use some for herself.

An empty house and a glass of wine was all she needed to immerse herself into the film world of 80's erotica. She and Damon had been through all the early 90's romances, comedies, romantic comedies, and action flicks but she was ready for something different, and digging around in Damon's room had her discover a whole different film collection he hadn't ever mentioned that he possessed. Bonnie was so focused on the first film she'd put on that she didn't hear someone walking up behind her. "Are you watching people fuck?" The sudden sound of Damon's voice behind her, disturbing her peace, startled her so much she nearly spilled the wine out of the glass.

"Shit, you scared me!" She exclaimed, huffing. "I thought you were going to be gone awhile." She put down her wineglass. "It's Nine and a Half Weeks. I found it in your room, along with Basic Instinct, Fatal Attraction, and Body Heat. Someone has a thing for erotic thrillers..."

"Actually that was Zach's room in 1994 so all of those belonged to him," Damon corrected her. "I have seen them all though. What got you in the mood for sex movies?"

Bonnie shrugged. "Boredom. Don't judge."

"Never." Damon said, innocently. "That's your job. What were you doing in my room anyway?"

"I know you like to hog the good bourbon now so I was trying to find it," she said.

"You've become such a lush lately that I have to hide it or I won't get any," he argued. He held up the bag in his hand. "I went and got some more of the good stuff for that reason. Push over." Bonnie did as he not-so-politely commanded and Damon settled on the sofa beside her. He took the bottle out of the bag and popped it open.

"You're sharing?" Bonnie waited expectantly as he drank from the neck then he silently held it out for her. She took the bottle and took a huge gulp.

Damon brought his attention to the movie. "Fucking in the rain on a staircase. I can say that's the one thing I've never done," Damon said as Bonnie handed him back the bottle and he drank. "At least not that I recall."

"I find it hard to believe there's a thing you haven't done," Bonnie replied. " I wasn't expecting you to come in here. I should turn this off before it gets awkward."

"Too late, Judgey, now we have to see it through to the end." He gave her the bottle again. "Plus, if I have to sit through The Bodyguard one more time I'll stake myself."

"You're the one who suggested that movie in the first place."

"I didn't know it was going to haunt me for all eternity," he snapped. Damon and Bonnie finished the movie and the bottle. Body Heat was the next to go in the VCR. At some point Damon had shifted so close to Bonnie their legs were practically touching. At another point, his hand made it's way onto Bonnie's knee. She promptly removed it. His arm snaked around the back of the couch. She rolled her eyes. It eventually made it's way over her shoulders. She promptly removed it.

"Damn, do I have germs or something?" Damon quipped.

"Yes, as a matter of fact you do," Bonnie said. "You have Salvatore germs which means we are restricted from any kind of physical contact that is anything but platonic."

"I was being platonic," Damon debated. Bonnie gave him a look. "I was!"

"Can you be platonic from that side of the couch," she threw back. Damon huffed and slid away from her, then decided to lay down. "What are you doing?!"

"Laying down," he replied, very matter-of-fact.

"You're taking up all the room!" Bonnie huffed.

"Lay down with me and it won't be a problem," he shot back.

"Ugh, you make me sick, Damon," she told him with no conviction whatsoever. He put his feet up, nearly pushing her off the edge of the sofa. She shot him a dirty look but he pretended to be focused on the movie. "Move!" She demanded.

"No."

"Move, Damon."

He looked at her and widened his blue eyes as he replied, "No, Bonnie." He saw what was coming next and caught her hand by the wrist with his supernatural speed, before she could connect. "Tsk tsk, Bon, now don't you know that hitting is a no-no?"

She narrowed her green eyes at him. "Fuck off," she quipped right before landing a sweet punch with her left hand to his gut.

"Ah, shit!" He groaned, slightly bending as he held his stomach, but he didn't release her wrist. Bonnie sniggered. "You think that's funny?"

"Yes, now let me go!" She demanded. She yelped as he suddenly yanked her down. She giggled as she fell on top of him. Damon met her eyes, a playful smile on his face, then she grew serious. She quickly sat up and Damon sensed she was about to flee.

"Hey." His tone was stern as he sat up as well. Her expression was one of worry and confusion about what she was feeling at the moment. Damon's face was serious as he gazed into her eyes. Bonnie didn't move away. "Permission to get awkward?" He asked, his voice low. He gave her a brief moment to reply, and when she didn't refuse, he pulled her in, bringing his lips to hers.

His hands were to her face as their kiss deepened, and it was even better than the first time. The butterflies in Bonnie's stomach were going crazy as the kiss grew more intense. She found herself falling back on the couch but Damon didn't miss a beat. He was atop her as they continued to revel in each other's taste. His tongue slid past her lips and massaged hers. Body Heat continued to play in the background but it went ignored as Bonnie and Damon explored each other's mouths with their own. Scene after scene played, the characters fought, the characters fucked, and Bonnie and Damon were still kissing. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Damon's waist. His hands traveled her body and lifted her shirt, cupping her full breasts in his hand. Her bra prevented skin to skin contact as he gently squeezed. His lips moved to her neck and his hand continued to travel down her body. Bonnie was breathing heavily, her eyes closed, but they opened when she felt his hand sneaking underneath her pajama pants.

"Damon..." she breathed. He stopped and looked into her eyes, waiting for her to end their ecstasy right there. Instead, she kissed him again. His hand continued to journey underneath her pants. She moaned softly as he cupped her through her silk panties. He started to gently massage her between her legs while he sucked on her neck. Bonnie felt herself getting hotter and wetter as he continued. Her breathing hitched when she felt him move her panties to the side and the tip of his finger on her clitoris. He removed his face from her neck and looked into her eyes as he slid his finger in between her wet folds. Her eyes were locked on his as well as his finger worked in and out of her.

"Is that okay?" He asked her softly. She hesitated before nodding and she sighed as he slid in another finger. It had been months since she had anything in between her legs aside from her own fingers, and she had to admit to herself she preferred it when he did it. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her head on his other arm that was supporting his weight as his fingers further explored her inside. It felt better each time he moved in. She cried out as she felt the hints of an orgasm coming. She moved against his hand, guiding him deeper inside as they picked up a rhythm. The faces she was making alone had Damon hard as a rock.

She was moaning again, her hands gripping his arm as he picked up the pace. She felt her release coming and panicked. She made a weak attempt to push away his hand, moving her body upward but Damon moved with her. "Stop," he said sternly then his voice softened. "It's okay, Bon, it's okay. Do it. Let go." Her thighs were gripping him and she gasped loudly as she exploded all over his hand.

She gasped and it took a moment for her legs to stop shaking, "Oh my God." The reality of what had just taken place came crashing down around her. "Oh my God." She quickly sat up.

"Don't start freaking out on me, Bon Bon," Damon said.

"I'm not," she said with a shake of the head. "I'm not going to freak out." She pulled up her pants and placed her feet on the ground. Damon studied her.

"You're going to leave again," he predicted. Bonnie shook her head again.

"I'm not going to leave, Damon." She turned to look at him. "I'm just going to go to bed."

"Can I go with you?"

"That's not a good idea." She gave him a quick kiss. "I'll see you in the morning," And she swiftly exited the room. Damon fought the urge to follow her to her bedroom anyway and finish what they started. He couldn't predict what Bonnie he was going to get in the morning. Cold and distant Bonnie or hopeful and playful Bonnie. He was betting on the former.

Hyatt Regency Hotel - Present Day

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Damon's tone was sing-songy. Bonnie started to stir but she didn't open her eyes. "Wake up...we have to hit the road." She groaned and turned on her side. She slowly pried her eyes open and was met with another pair of pretty eyes mere inches from her face.

A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "Good morning baby," she said with a groggy voice. "What time is it?"

"Time for you to get your sexy ass out of this bed," he stated. She suddenly felt his hand on her ass and he squeezed it as he moved her body closer to his.

"What are you doing?" She questioned as he climbed atop her, burrowing his head in her neck and kissing it.

"I forgot how good you look in the morning."

"You didn't get enough last night?"

"Nope." He promptly slid her panties off and positioned himself in between her legs. "I could never get enough of you." Without another a word he was sliding inside of her. Bonnie moaned as he pumped in and out of her, determined to get a quickie in before check-out. Her hands found their way to his bottom and she assisted in guiding him further inside of her. The pace of his stroke picked up and he groaned in pleasure. Her walls tightened around his dick and Damon swore loudly just before he burst open. He sighed heavily and rolled off of her, falling onto the bed, and they both held smiles on their faces.

"Pretty soon we won't be able to do that without the possibility of creating new life," she thought out loud. The smile suddenly disappeared off of Damon's face and she felt him stiffen beside her, then he was off the bed in a flash. He went to the table where his bag sat and grabbed a handful of his clothes to place inside of it.

"Get dressed, we have to get out of here," he instructed her, his back to her.

Bonnie sighed and sat up. "I'm sorry, Damon, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything," she told him. He didn't respond, just continued packing away his things. "Damon..."

"It's what you want," he spoke up. "You want me to be human. That's why you agreed to this."

Bonnie left the bed and approached him, placing her hand on his shoulders from behind. "I agreed to this because I love you," she said. "Can you please look at me, Damon?" He slowly turned to face her, and she could see the trouble had returned to his eyes. "I fell in love with you as a vampire and I will continue to love you as a human, if that's what you chose, but I'm going to love you either way."

"You told me that you wanted kids, and a husband to come home to. Coming home to a vampire was never mentioned."

"I've mentioned thinking about kids and marriage before, yes, but it was just thoughts, not something I ever needed to have to be happy," she explained. "You were the one to bring it up in the first place." Bonnie sighed deeply and pulled away from him, shaking her head. "I don't want to be hurt again, Damon. It was your idea to leave Mystic Falls and it was your idea to take the cure with us, but I don't want to invest anymore of my time or feelings into this dream you sold if you're going to back out at the last second."

No, Bonnie, that's not -"

"Figure it out, Damon," she demanded. "I don't care about the cure but if you can't commit to us wholeheartedly, then you can turn around and take me back to Mystic Falls once we leave this hotel room and we'll both move on with our lives." She stalked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Damon heard the sound of the shower running a moment later.

Bonnie stood under the water and fought back tears. For months, while in the prison world, Damon expected Bonnie to freak out and end things with them. Now, Bonnie was fearing this from him. She knew he loved her, she knew this, the question was did he love her enough to sacrifice everything that he'd worked so hard for. His relationship with Elena, his bond with Stefan, being one of the most bad-ass vampires to walk the Earth that was always there to protect the ones he loved and stir up trouble when it suited him, and the ability to kill without consequence. Two days ago the answer had been a resounding yes. Now, he seemed to be struggling with the dramatic life change he was about to go through.

Bonnie had never meant to fall so hard for Damon, but she did, and there was no taking it back. She wanted to be with him. She couldn't imagine going another 120 days without him. Waking up with him was something she'd pined for every morning after being ripped away from him in the prison world. And she'd fought valiantly to return to him. As she began to wash herself her mind wandered back to the first time she'd ever woke to Damon Salvatore in her bed.

Prison World

Icy blue eyes were boring into Bonnie as she slowly rose from her slumber. She shrieked and rolled away at the unexpected sight of someone next to her, nearly falling off the edge of the bed. "What the hell, Damon?!" She cried as her pounding heart calmed.

"I'm sorry, did my rugged good looks take you by surprise?" He asked with a smirk.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"You were taking too long to wake up. I got bored."

"Ugh, I'm going to hurt you, Damon."

"No time. You have to get up and dressed."

Bonnie looked at him curiously. "Why?"

"Because you went grocery shopping yesterday and forgot one of the key ingredients for the lasagna you were going to make tonight so you have to run back to the store."

Bonnie's face scrunched at the vampire as she was concerned he might be losing his marbles from being locked in the prison world too long. She hadn't left the house at all the day before, they'd gone shopping together four days prior and gotten everything they needed, and no mention of Bonnie making lasagna had ever been made. Ever. Not even once.

"Damon-"

"Sshh, no more talking. Just get dressed. You're going to have a good day today. I promise."

Bonnie ambled along the aisles of the supermarket, a small basket on her arm. She stopped in the aisle. Her preferred brand of olive oil was unusually placed on the very top shelf, and she knew it would be a quite a reach. She stretched her arm to no avail, she stood on her tippy toes and strained to no success. She was two seconds from climbing up the damn rack when a pale hand shot up from behind her and grabbed the bottle of olive oil with ease. Bonnie turned to face the man with the electric blue eyes and crooked smile.

"Thank you," Bonnie said with a grateful smile.

"No problem." The handsome stranger held out the bottle. She took it from him and placed it in her basket. He peered into it. "Tomato sauce, mozarella and ricotta cheese, ground beef. Is someone making lasagna tonight?"

"I am," Bonnie replied. "You cook?"

"I dabble. I'm a full-blooded Italian," he responded. "I know the ingredients for a pasta dish when I see one."

"Oh, you're Italian? I heard Italy is real nice in the-, okay, honestly, this is getting weird."

"Don't ruin the moment," he hissed, then his face relaxed again. "My name is Damon, by the way. Damon Salvatore." He held out his hand.

"Bonnie." She gave his hand a firm shake.

"No last name?"

She gave him a flirty smile. "If we happen to meet again I'll give you the last name." She started away. "Have a good day, Damon Salvatore. Thanks again for your help." When she reached the doors to exit the store, Damon was suddenly in front of them.

"Wow, you're really fast," she feigned surprise. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a vampire or something."

"Do you have any plans tonight? How about dinner?" Damon asked, confidently.

"Aren't you going to ask if I have a boyfriend?" She inquired.

"That would imply that I care either way."

Bonnie refrained from rolling her eyes at his typical Damon-ness coming through. "I'm sorry I can't," she said. He narrowed his eyes. "I have to pick up my kids, all six of them. Well, five actually. One of them lives with his father full-time. Plus, my fourth baby daddy just got out of jail and he gets really jealous. If he saw you anywhere near me he'd probably cut us both. One time he hit a guy with his car just for asking me for directions. And it was his brother!"

"Alright, enough with the games!"

"I thought we were allowed to give our characters background stories."

"We're not characters, we're still us!"

"Well where's the fun in that," she complained. Her face morphed into a smirk and he rolled his eyes at her teasing.

"You're hilarious," he said, humorlessly. "Let's try this again. Bonnie...would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?"

How strange. Damon Salvatore was actually asking her out on an official date. She'd never thought in a million years, or even a scenario where they faced death together, would bring them to this point. The event that had transpired the night before still seemed surreal to her. They hadn't had sex, but she and Damon had gotten quite intimate and there was no taking it back. Instead of running from it, Damon had come up with a different solution to dealing with it. It was obvious Bonnie's problem with their sexual chemistry was their history with each other and their friends. Damon's suggestion; start over.

They were living in a world alone with absolutely no reminders of their history with each other. As of 1994, they'd never met. Damon hadn't yet threatened her outside of her school, Bonnie hadn't ruined his plan to free Katherine from the tomb whilst possessed by Emily, Damon hadn't attacked her then repeatedly begged Bonnie to forgive his missteps, they hadn't shared a dance at the 70s dance, a hug on an island that Bonnie would later lose her memory of, and they hadn't held hands as the Other Side collapsed around them before being blinded by the white light. Most importantly, Damon had never met Elena. They could wipe the slate clean. Damon said they should "meet for the first time" and from there "create new memories". Bonnie knew he was proposing all this to keep her from feeling guilty about the night before, and she couldn't help but appreciate him just a little bit for it.

Bonnie pretended to ponder his proposition for a moment before giving him a bright smile. "I'd love to go to dinner with you."

Around 7pm there was a knock at the front door of the boardinghouse. It took a few attempts before Bonnie was opening it and smiling out at the eldest Salvatore. He gave her a quick once-over. "You're really not taking this seriously, are you?" He quipped.

"Of course I am," she said. She wore jean shorts, one of Damon's checkered shirts, and a pair of sneakers. "This is proper 90s pretend date attire."

"Pretend? How dare you?" Damon sniped sarcastically then planted a smile on his face. "It's very nice to see you again, Bonnie. You look nice and very appropriately dressed for a fancy date that I spent all day preparing."

Bonnie huffed. "Do you want me to change, Damon?"

"That would be nice," he said.

"Fine." She opened the door wider so he could enter. She started toward the stairs.

"And be quick about it," he called after her as he closed the door behind him. A little more than twenty minutes later, Bonnie was descending the steps. She was now wearing a form-fitting strapless black dress and an expensive pair of heels. Her eyeshadow brought out the green of her eyes and her lips were painted in a dark lipstick. She'd found the dress and shoes while combing through one of the clothing stores downtown the first week they'd arrived. She'd never thought she'd actually get to wear it, but it was too cute for her not to grab.

"Happy now?" She asked Damon with a smirk.

He nodded his approval, and attempted to hide how stunned he actually was but Bonnie could see it in his eyes. "This I can live with." He held out his hand.

"I better not be in these heels for nothing." Bonnie took his hand and they headed out of the house and toward his Camaro. "I'm sure fancy for you constitutes the nearest Wendy's."

"Do you really think so little of me, Judg- I mean Bonnie."

Bonnie sighed and shook her head as he started the car and they headed off. "We're off to a good start..."

Bonnie was surprised when they bypassed all the local spots and stopped in front of Jill's, a fine dining establishment she'd never even stepped foot inside. As she entered the restaurant her jaw dropped. The room had been cleared of all the tables except one, which sat right at the center. The lights were dimmed, candles decorated the room and one sat in the middle of the table, which was set with what was surely very pricey dinnerware. It was the most romantic setting she'd ever set foot in. It trumped her first date with Jeremy, which consisted of Chinese food and practicing magic at his house, by a 1000.

"Wow," was all Bonnie could say as Damon took her by the hand and led her toward the table.

"Do you like it?" He questioned.

"I..." She looked around in shock, taking it all in. "I love it, Damon. I can't believe you did this...for me."

"You seem like a lady who deserves to be wined and dined." He pulled a chair out and took her by the hand to guide her into the seat.

"Seriously, who are you and what have you done with Damon Salvatore?" She asked, incredulously.

"You're talking as if you know me," he said, continuing to play the strangers game. Bonnie smirked then Damon disappeared. He returned a moment later, pushing a large cart of food. Bonnie's eyes widened as he lifted the covers off the platters. It all looked glorious.

"Wow, you weren't kidding when you said you can cook," she observed. "Why am I the one always making dinner again?"

"Bonnie..."

"Sorry, I mean it looks very good. I'm impressed," she corrected herself. Damon filled her plate then his own, then sat across from her. He watched her intently as she bit into the steak, and she closed as her eyes as she chewed. It was just as tender and juicy as it looked. "This is some good steak." She dug into her food and it was silent for a moment as Damon watched her. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I don't know," he responded. "Are we going to make it through this entire dinner in one piece or is your baby daddy going to run in here and cut me?"

Bonnie snorted and Damon chuckled. "I think we're fine. He got arrested again for robbing an ice-cream truck," she joked. That really made Damon crack up. She smiled as he threw his head back and laughed heartily. For years she'd only ever seen him frown, sneer, or glare at her contemptuously. She'd seen him laugh and smile more in the past couple weeks than all the time she'd known him, and she loved that she was the reason he could smile in a world without Elena.

Elena. Now she was thinking about her again as Damon continued talking to her as he ate. Of course, she felt a pang of guilt about what had happened between her and Damon over the past week while Elena was probably at home mourning them, pining for her boyfriend. "I'm sorry, Damon, I'm having a good time but I have to address this," she said. "When all this is said and done and we make it back home, you're going back to Elena." Damon took this moment to start drinking, He knew where this was going. "What would all of this have been? Am I just going to be your...prison girlfriend?"

Damon snorted into his wineglass at this, causing his drink to bubble and Bonnie to laugh loudly. He put his drink down and wiped his mouth. "Wow, prison girlfriend. I wasn't expecting that. Using the word girlfriend means you expect more dates."

"Answer the question, Damon."

He grew serious. "I don't have an answer for you, Bon Bon," he replied, honestly. "I don't know what's going to happen if we go back home. I don't know what's going to happen if we stay here. All I know is what's happening right now. I never thought I'd be saying this, but I'm actually glad to be sitting here with you, and I wish it didn't take death to make it happen."

Bonnie sighed and held up her wineglass. "Cheers to that."

Kai Parker watched as Bonnie and Damon walked toward the boardinghouse, arm-in-arm, and it made him a little sick to his stomach. From what he observed over the past three months, Damon was the douchebag to top all douchebags. How did Bonnie go from calling him her "least favorite person" to going on sappy dates with him. What was it about him? Was it the blue eyes? Was it the abs? Was it his ability to make a girl come using only his hand? Kai may be a straight male, but he was not blind, he could see the physical appeal of Damon Salvatore but his grating personality was almost enough to make Kai want to rip out his spinal cord. Too bad he was a vampire who would heal, but at least Kai could have the pleasure of doing it over and over again.

Kai liked Bonnie. She was sassy and pretty but annoyingly inept when it came to re-sparking her magic. He did not like Damon. He was smug and mean and he didn't deserve a chance to get in Bonnie's pants. Kai knew that was all this was. Damon was clearly in love with another girl and his endgame with Bonnie was only to sleep with her, use her for some fun while they were trapped. Then he most certainly would go back home to this 'Elena' he kept hearing about, and be with her, leaving Bonnie out in the cold.

"You're such a gentleman, walking me to the door," Bonnie was saying as she and Damon stopped at the front door. Kai rolled his eyes at their pretending they didn't know each other thing. How lame could you possibly get?

"So, I did well enough for a second date."

"Are you asking me or telling me?" Bonnie inquired.

"Must you be difficult?"

"Yes, actually," she snapped back. "I have a natural aversion to guys with the name Salvatore so since I've just met you, this might take some work."

Damon exhaled loudly, pretending to be annoyed, then he smiled at her. "Good thing you're worth it." He leaned in expectantly but she stopped his move by gently placing her forefinger to his lips.

"I don't kiss on the first date," she stated, then turned and opened the door. Damon scrunched his face at her as she stepped inside. She looked back at him with a sly smile. "Starting over, remember?" Then she shut the door in his face.

Kai shook his head with incredulity. These two were characters for sure. He had been planning on revealing himself soon, then the dynamic between the witch and the vampire changed, and it was like watching a movie. He would hold out a little longer, as he suspected things were about to get a lot more interesting between the two of them.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! Anyone else as excited for season 7 Bamon as me?