THIS ONE HAS A BIT OF AN ADULT THEME TO IT. NOTHING HORRIBLY GRAPHIC, BUT BE FOREWARNED.

RANDOM WORD: ASSIDUOUSNESS

Damon Salvatore had many faults. He took longer to get ready than every woman Bonnie knew, including Caroline Forbes. He was prettier than her. Damon was a wicked flirt with every woman Bonnie knew, including Caroline Forbes. He was a vampire. He was sarcastic and arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic, and just a general pain in her ass, but when it came to sex Damon Salvatore was a god.

Bonnie would never admit it, but Damon was really her only vice. She liked to shop, but she didn't get into like Elena and Caroline. She didn't smoke and hardly drank, but a dose of Damon was always what the doctor ordered. The way his lips slid across her skin so lightly it was almost as if she was dreaming it caused shivers to run down her spine. His lips should have been patented and she was pretty sure the things he did with his tongue were still illegal in Virginia.

Bonnie hadn't been a virgin when she had first slept with Damon, but she might as well have been. The way he had laughed at her prudishness and the way he looked so smug after giving her the first orgasm of her life made Bonnie hate him a little bit more, but he had the decency not to comment when she showed up again on the following night under the pretense of looking for Elena.

"Elena's not here." He had stated matter of factly.

"Oh." She fidgeted.

"Did you want to come in?" He offered.

"I should really go." She took a step back and had almost convinced herself to leave.

"Yes, you should, but did you want to come in?" He asked and this time she stepped forward into the house.

Damon's hands always cataloged every bit of her body. Even the parts that were insignificant to their current activities. Eyelids, ears, shoulder blades, and knees were previously just places, but now Bonnie saw them as erogenous zones guaranteed to make her lose her mind if Damon touched them just so.

Other parts of his anatomy, perfectly formed, long, thick and completely straight if you must know, obviously knew their way around a woman and Bonnie was thankful. She didn't see Damon as a boyfriend or anything, but if you are going to drive all the way out to the Salvatore Boarding House to sleep with a guy he had better be good at it and boy, was he ever.

"Do you ever wonder how many girls Stefan has slept with?" Caroline asks Elena one day at lunch.

"I try not to Caroline." Elena replies with a finality that even Caroline recognizes, but Bonnie can't get that question out of her head. Stefan must have slept with dozens upon dozens of girls and anything Stefan does Damon has to do bigger and bolder. She can just imagine the lines of women the next time he's holding her.

"You seem distracted tonight." He notices as he kisses across her ribs.

"Thinking."

"Then I'm not doing my job right." He jokes, but stops when she doesn't laugh. "What is it Bonnie?"

"How many girls have you slept with?"

He stares at her for a long time before he responds. "Do you really want to know the answer to that?"

She shakes her head to indicate the negative. "How many girls are you sleeping with now?"

"None."

"You are such a liar. Out with it. I deserve to know what I'm exposing myself to."

Damon rolls onto his back and sighs. "Little late for that, but seriously, none."

"Okay, you are lying and I know it because you're sleeping with me and last time I checked, I'm a girl."

"Bonnie," Damon rubs his face vigorously with his hands before rolling back on top of the witch. "I'm sleeping with you and only you and believe me, you aren't a girl. You're all woman. I should know, you wear me out."

REVIEW: I WISH HE'D WEAR ME OUT. ;)