Bonnie sucked in a breath nearly jumping out of bed, waking up from some forgotten nightmare. Her hand clutched her neck as she tried to calm herself down. "It's ok Bonnie, it's just a dream." She murmured to herself.
"Bed bugs biting tonight are they?" Bonnie's head snapped over too the corner of her room. Damon leaned against the wall half covered in shadow though she could still see the cocky grin plastered on his face. Bonnie threw the covers off and hopped of the bed. Damon's eyes wondered over her white skin wrapped in a black tank top and shorts.
"This is my room Salvatore." She scoffed, walking over to the window and throwing open the curtains. A silvery light flooded through, chasing the shadows of Damon. Bonnie turned looking him up and down before pointing to the door that led to the living room.
"But that couch is lumpy." He mocked wined, pushing himself off the wall and walking over to Bonnie's bed. "I'd much rather spend my night with you." He grinned sliding on to the soft covers.
Bonnie's face reddened, now common occurrence since Damon arrived. She glowered at him before storming out of the room. He chuckled and followed her before getting the door slammed in his face. He raised an eyebrow at her anger but shrugged it off.
"You just think you're god's gift to women, don't you?" She growled as he opened the bedroom door and walked into the living room. He looked at her and shrugged, sitting himself on the love seat. "You're insufferable."
"That's an awfully big word for such a little girl."
"Leave!" She screeched, stomping her foot.
"No." Damon looked her dead in the eye as if daring her to fight him on the subject. Bonnie tensed up making jer looked like a child about to have a tantrum. She grabbed an old leather book of the counter and with all the strength in her tiny arm chucked it at the Italian. Damon of course caught it mind mid air and gave her a bemused grin when he chucked it on the table.
"Why are you even here." She hissed
"I told you I-"
"Ya, ya, ya, you're here to avenge Elena. I thought you said you only cared about yourself."
"Oh well you know, people change."
"You're a horrible liar."
"You know…" Damon hummed kicking his feet up on the table. "I came here hoping you'd know something, you being the last person who saw Elena alive. I figured we'd stay a couple days, find what we needed and go."
Bonnie practically hissed at him and marched towards the door. Damon's hand shot out and clamped itself around her wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
"Now I know you know something."
With a swift motion he flung her into a near by chair. He stood up and placed his hand on the armrests.
"So what are you hiding, red?" Bonnie's eyes grew to the size of diner plates; she swatted his arm away and made another dash towards the bedroom. She tried to slam to door but Damon pushed her aside, gliding over to her bed. He tossed a couple pillows to the ground and picked up a small beaten up teddy bear. Damon brushed some imaginary dust off his head before turning back to Bonnie.
"I expected to find a little witch, instead it appears I found a spit fire vampire." He moved closer to her and shoved the bear into her arms. "But you can't fool me Bonnie. You fooled Stefan, maybe you even fooled Elena, but not me. Underneath your big girl façade, you're still the scared, weak, little girl I left in Fell's Church."
Bonnie looked up at him, his dark stare made Bonnie shake her grip on the bear tightening. Damon loomed over her, which only seemed to prove how tiny she really was, she could feel her heart practically beating out of her chest. Her mind reeled with possibilities of chasing him off, convincing him to pack his things, grab Stefan and never come back. Part of her was enraged he still had this effect on her; another part was disturbed that he could so easily see through her.
"D-Damon, I-" He cut her of, grabbing a handful of her hair he pulled her even closer, smashing his lips against hers. Bonnie froze, for a moment not, sure what to do expecting him to break away and laugh at her any second now. Damon's hand gently pried her hands off the small bear and tossed it to the floor. Bonnie weakly raised her hands to his chest trying to push him of her, only making him growl at her. His hands slithered around her waist, he lifted her up and carried her to the bed, never once breaking the kiss. When Bonnie stayed as stiff as ever even after he laid her on the bed, he moved on to her neck gently nibbling and running his tongue over the silkiness of her skin.
Bonnie breath hitched in her throat, still not quit sure what to do. Somewhere in the back of her mind, voices simply stated fuck it. Almosthesitantly she wrapped her arms around Damon, letting a soft moan escape her lips.