Chapter 16

Bonnie

The next day is lighter somehow, like Bonnie's been buried in the sand and someone has finally dug her out. Enzo seemed happier too, although she can tell he's still hurting, so she worked on keeping his mind distracted.

"So what did you do to it?" she asked Enzo as she circled the back end of his car with her hands on her hips, taking in the scratches and dings in the black paint, which look worse in the sunlight.

"I took it for a very intense joy ride." A lazy grin stretches across his face as he puts his head beneath the hood to examine the engine.

Bonnie plant her butt on the edge where he's working and cross her leg over her knee. "At least tell me you won? And that the scratches and dings were totally worth it."

"Of course. They're always worth it," he says with a hidden meaning that only the two of them could ever understand.

Gripping the edge, she leaned back over the engine and give him a peck on the cheek. He grins, tossing a greasy rag onto the ground, and pinches her ass. A squeak comes out of her mouth as she jumped from the pinch and falls toward the engine. Pushing herself back up, Bonnie got grease all over her arms and backside. She hopped off the hood, trying to clean the grease off with her hands, but it's only making a bigger mess.

Enzo laughed at her as he retrieves a new tool box from the top shelf. "That's a good look for you."

Bonnie stuck out her tongue and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She held up her greasy hands. "Thanks to you, I have to go take a shower and wash my clothes."

A wicked look dances in his eyes. "I have grease all over me to. I think I may need to come in there with you."

Bonnie's stomach flipped thinking about last night. She kept backing up toward her house with her eyes on him. "I'll tell you what. If you can catch me, you can shower with me."

His eyes scrolls her body as he sucks his lip ring in between his teeth. "Is that a challenge, pretty girl?"

Bonnie tried not to smile as she exits the garage into the sunlight, but it's too much and her lips turned upward. She took off towards her house and his footsteps head after her. She jumped the fence gracefully, but by the time she reached the back door, his arms were circling her waist. He spins her around and picks her up effortlessly. Hooking her legs around his waist, he opens the door and get them into the kitchen.

He glances around the room and cocks an eyebrow. "Is Beka here?"

Bonnie shook her head slowly. "She's with Damon."

"What about your dad?"

"He went to work."

His gorgeous hazel eyes darken and Bonnie couldn't help but kiss him. She felt him walking, traveling somewhere as their tongues entwine together. She ran her fingers through his hair grabbing onto as much of him as possible, shutting her fear away and basking in the moment.

Without breaking his lips away from hers, he carried her into the downstairs bathroom. When she heard the shower water turn on, she pulled her lips away from his. Before she could ask what he's doing, he sets her down underneath the warm water.

Bonnie let out a scream as her clothes are drenched.

"See, this way you're washing your clothes and taking a shower at the same time." He grins and tips the showerhead down so it hits more of her.

Bonnie seize the front of his T-shirt and yank him forward, so he stumbles into the running water. He braces his hands on the walls, and water sprays over his hair and drips down his face.

She smiled at him innocently and allow the water to stream down her body. "Now you're all clean too."

Enzo shook his head, then shoves away from the wall and jumps all the way into the shower with her. He shuts the curtain and seals them inside the steam. His jeans and T-shirt are sopping wet and beads of water drip into his eyes. Bonnie ran her hand across his forehead over a spot of grease and then through his hair. He aims the shower head down on her and she tipped her head back into the flow. He combs his fingers through her hair sensually and his other hand comes down on the wall behind her as he gathers some of her hair into his hand. Pulling at the roots, he leads her toward him for a deep, watery kiss. Steam surrounds them and makes the passion inside her body ignite.

Panic starts screaming inside her head, but she tells it to shut up and suck the water off his lips as she finds the bottom of his shirt to lift it over his head. He pulls back and helps her out, slipping it off and tossing it to the side, instantly reuniting his lips with hers. Bonnie's fingers trace along the lines of his muscles and the pattern of the tattoo on his rib cage; the lyrics to the first song he ever wrote.

His hands explore her hips, her waist, then up her shirt. Finally, she just take it off for him and then he unhooks her bra. Their bare chests crash together as they continued to kiss underneath the hot water. Minutes later, the rest of their clothes are in a pile by their feet and she could hardly think straight. The way he touches her, kisses her—nothing had ever felt like this before.

He sucked on her breast and licks the water off her skin on her bare stomach, continuing to go down until his tongue finds the right spot. Bonnie fell back against the wall as a scream claws up her throat and she lost total control over her body.

This time she didn't mind.

Enzo

After Bonnie comes apart, Enzo turned the water off and grab a towel off the hook. She raises her arms above her head, keeping her eyes on him as he wrapped the towel around her.

"What?" he asked her, because he could tell she's thinking deeply about something.

"Nothing." She shrugs casually, but her cheeks turn a little pink. "It's just that if I would have known all along that it felt that good, I probably wouldn't have fought it so hard."

"Well, I'm glad you think I'm that good," Enzo teased her snatching another towel and tying it around his waist.

She nibbles on her lip apprehensively as she crosses her arms and rests back against the wall.

"Alright, pretty girl," Enzo demands. "What are you thinking about?"

She lets her lip pop free. "It just doesn't seem fair that I'm the one that gets to have all the fun."

He tries not to get too excited, because let's face it, she's a runner. "I'm sure I'll have plenty of fun by myself later."

She reaches forward hesitantly and yanks the towel off his waist.

"That was smooth," he says, gripping the edge of the counter, fighting to stay calm.

Her eyes travel over his body. "I learned from the best." She runs her fingers softly along his swollen cock, making him harder than he already was.

"Fuck, Bonnie," he says, leaning back against the door and letting go.

Bonnie

She had no idea what the hell came over her and she was not going to over analyze it. She could finally breathe again and that's all that matters. Letting things take their course might be exactly what they both need.

Enzo wraps a towel around his waist looking happier than she had ever seen him. He kisses her, sucking her bottom lip gently into his mouth, before pulling away and staring into her eyes. "You're so beautiful."

Smiling, Bonnie stared down at their wet clothes balled up in the corner. "Now what do we do?"

He licks his lips and braces his hands on the wall, trapping her head between his arms. "We could do it again."

Bonnie swats his chest, pretending that he's being silly, even though she did want to do it again. "I mean how do we get out of here? Our clothes are soaking wet and I'm not putting mine back on."

He shrugs and leans away. "No one's home so keep the towel on you and run upstairs."

Bonnie eyed over his lean chest. "Yeah, but what about you?"

"You can go get me some clothes after you get dressed… if you want to." His lips tug into a flirty grins.

She started to say something, but the back door slams shut and Rebekah and Damon's voices float from the kitchen.

"Well, there goes that plan," Enzo says with laughter in his tone.

Bonnie tighten the towel around her and they waited for them to leave, but after a while, it's clear they're not going anywhere.

"I'll go out there," Enzo says and heads for the door.

Bonnie pull him back by the arm. "You're in a towel."

"Obviously."

"But they'll see you and know something was up."

He cocks his head to the side, his eyes scrutinizing her. "Is that a bad thing?"

She hugged her arms around herself. "No, it's just that… what are we going to tell them we were doing?"

"I'm sure they'll figure it out," he says. "Why is this upsetting you?"

"It's not," Bonnie replied, deciding to just be honest. "It's just that… this is like the realest thing I've had in a long time and it scares me a bit."

He tucks a strand of her damp hair out of her eyes. "I know it does, but you'll be okay—we'll be okay."

Bonnie nods quickly and then move away from the wall, straightening her shoulders. "Are you coming back after you change?"

Enzo plants a kiss on her forehead. "Where else would I go?"

Bonnie moves out of his way and he walks out the door in his towel, like he's not embarrassed at all. He leaves the door cracked behind him and seconds later she heard the sound of Rebekah's shocked voice followed by the laughter of Damon. A few seconds later footsteps head her way.

"Oh Bonnie," Rebekah says through the crack in the door. "Can I come in?"

Holding the towel on, she opened the door about half way. "Could you go get me some clothes, please? Mine are soaking wet."

She covers her mouth, stifling her laughter. "Sure. I'll be right back."

Rebekah comes back with a pair of red shorts and a grey tank top. Bonnie got dressed and they met Enzo and Damon out in the garage. Enzo's wearing a pair of loose fitted jeans and his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt, and he tries not to smirk when he sees her, but Damon doesn't hold back.

"Had fun this morning?" he asks her and she punched him in the arm.

"Ow," he fakes hurt and then glances down at the engine. "Man, you ripped this thing to shit. What the fuck did you do to it?"

"I took it down to the Bay and drag raced it," he says with a shrug. "I guess I pushed it too hard."

"Then where'd the dents come from?" she questioned, peering underneath the hood.

"I had an unfortunate run in with another car," he says, with a twinkle in his eye as he captures her gaze. "But I still won."

Damon sighed and slams the hood shut. "Get in and we'll take it to the shop."
They piled into the car and Enzo drove it up on the grass to maneuver it around Damon's truck parked in the center of the driveway. They drove down the road toward the shop holding hands over the console, listening to Rebekah and Damon chat about their day, something so simple, but so meaningful.

When Enzo pauses at a stop sign, Kol's car rolls up to the side of them. He points at Enzo's car and then one of his friends mockingly waves.

"Fucking asshole," Damon mutters from the backseat.

Bonnie rolled down the window. "Is there a problem?"

Kol laughs and aims a finger at the hood. "What'd ya do to that poor thing? It sounds like it's dying."

"It sounds a lot better than your piece of shit car on a good day," she retorts, sitting up and sticking her head out the window.

"Bonnie," Rebekah says from the backseat, shocked.

"Let her go," Damon says. "She's very entertaining when she gets this way."

Kol's greaser hair shines in the sun as he pokes his head out of the car. "You can keep talking, but it ain't going to do no good since you're both too chicken shit to race me. You guys proved that at the last race."

"Only because your small size was unimpressive," Bonnie says with an innocent bat of her eyelashes.

That pisses him off. He jumps out of the car and Enzo pulls her back in and leans over the console, resting an arm around her shoulder protectively, knowing that Kol's the kind of guy that would hit a girl. Kol glances up the street before crouching down next to the door.

"If you two think you're so tough then prove it," he says with a venomous tone. "The Back Road, nine o'clock."

"I'm pretty sure she already explained to you that your car isn't worth our time," Enzo says evenly. "So back the fuck off and get back in your car."

"The Back Road, nine o'clock," he repeats slowly before backing away and climbing into his car. "And I'm sure with the noises your car's making, it should be a pretty fair race."

He revs his engine, proving something, before speeding off through the intersection, leaving tire marks on the asphalt.

"What a jerk," Rebekah says from the backseat. "Getting in your face like that—who does that?"

Bonnie turns to Enzo with a guilty face. "I'm sorry."

He delicately sketches his finger along her lips and sighs. "It's okay. We'll figure something out… Besides you can make it up to me later."

"We can't fix your car that fast, bro." Damon leans over the console, shoving the sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows, revealing several tattoos on his arms. "It's nowhere close to being in racing condition."

"I know," Enzo replies and starts driving again. "I guess we'll just have to go in there blind."

"It could fall apart if you push it too hard," Damon cautions. "Then you'd be back to square one with it."

"Wait a minute." Rebekah holds up her hands in front of her. "You guys aren't seriously going to race him, are you?"

"We have to," Damon and Enzo says at the same time.

Rebekah glances at me for an explanation. "Why?"

Damon slumps back in the seat and brings his knee up as he turns to Rebekah. "It's how things work around here. If we don't, then we'll get hounded for it for the rest of our lives."

"Okay…" Rebekah says jolting in the seat as the car hits a pothole. "What's wrong with that?"

Damon rifles for a way to explain it to her, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes. "It'd be like getting picked on every day in school by everyone in the school."

Rebekah tucks her hands under her legs. "That doesn't sound very fun."

"Exactly, so you can understand why we have to race." He folds his arms and directs his attention back to Enzo. "Go to the shop, man and we'll see what we can get fixed before it's time to go."

Bonnie

"So is this what you used to do all the time?" Rebekah relaxes back in the lawn chair. "Just sit around and watch them work on cars all day? God, that must have been nice."

Bonnie slurped on her Icee, her eyes fastened on Enzo and Damon working on the car on the opposite side of the garage. They were trying to work too fast and it's making her nervous. "No, I used to work on the cars with them."

Rebekah dumps a bag of M&M's into her hand. "Do you want to go help them right now?"

"I can hang out here with you," Bonnie says and stuck out her hand. "Besides, I'm kind of enjoying myself."

Rebekah dumps some candy into Bonnie's hand and she poured the chocolate into her mouth.

"I know you are." Rebekah sets the candy on the floor and picks up her soda. "You're practically glowing."

Bonnie rest her face in her hand to hide the alleged glowing. "This makes me nervous."

"What does?"

"Racing when the car's not running good."

Rebekah pulls her hair out of the ponytail and tousles it with her fingers. "Why? Can something go wrong?"

"With racing, anything can go wrong," she says, mad at herself for getting Enzo into this mess.

Enzo

Kicking a tool box out of the way and stepping up onto the bumper, staring down at the engine. "So what do you think?"

Damon wipes his hands on a rag as he shakes his head. "I have no clue if this quick fix is going to hold up or not and we don't have time to check the tie rods. If you got hit hard enough, they're probably bent and your whole steering is going to be fucked up."

"I guess we'll find out when we get it going." Enzo glances over at Bonnie and Rebekah, laughing in the corner of the garage.

"You're not going to take her with you when you race, are you?" Damon rounds the back of the car and starts checking the tire pressure.

"Not with the car running like it is."

"And what if she gives you a hard time."

"She won't." Enzo checked the oil. "At least I think she won't."

Damon wipes his hands on his jeans. "I think that all depends on which Bonnie you're dealing with. The nice, polite one or the one who got you into this mess."

Enzo looked over at Bonnie again as she bends over to get a soda from the cooler behind the chairs. Her short shorts rode up and the bottom of her ass peeks out. After getting a drink, she drops back in her chair and opens it up, laughing at something Rebekah said. Enzo adjusts himself and slams the hood of the car down. "I think she might be a little of both."

"Why are there so many more people tonight?" Rebekah asks from the backseat, gaping at the cars parked up and down the road. "It wasn't this bad the last time we were here."

The girl is scared shitless and Enzo kind of feel bad for her. "Kol likes to draw a crowd."

"To watch him lose?" she asks, prodding Bonnie with her elbow.

"Maybe," Enzo says with a heavy sigh, psyching himself out as he climb out of the car.

The three of them followed him out and Bonnie took his hand as they hiked through the crowd where Kol's talking trash to some skater dude who drove a beat up Honda in the middle of the crowd, showing off for everyone. There's a bonfire burning over near The Hitch and people sitting on tailgates, drinking beers, waiting for the race to start.

Bonnie

She knew whatever's inside the car was bad, just like when she opened the bathroom door that night and found her mom, she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. She almost turned away and run, not wanting to see it, but the passenger side door swings open and Damon stumbles out, clutching at his upper arm. There's a path of blood dripping down his arm and his cheek is scraped.

Bonnie snaps out of her own thoughts and rush to him. "Are you okay?"

"Bonnie, go get some help." He coughs, nearly buckling to his knees.

"No." her voice comes out sharp and high-pitched and vomit burns at the back of her throat. Bonnie gently push him aside and climb into the car, which is filled with dirt and the air is muggy.

"Enzo." She covered her mouth and shake her head.

His head is flopped back against the headrest and turned away from her and his arms are slack to the side. Branches are poking in through the window and it looks like one of them might be lodged into his shoulder.

His head turns toward her and his eyes widen. "Fuck. Damon, get her out of here."

Damon reaches in to pull her back, but Bonnie climbed onto the console, taking in the long, thin stick stabbed in his shoulder. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't lose him. She couldn't do this again.

"Bonnie Bennett, look at me." His voice is hoarse as he locks eyes with her. "I'm okay, now back out of the car so Damon can get me out of here."

Bonnie's eyes scan his body, looking for any more wounds that could be hiding from her. "It's just the branch? That's the only place you're hurt?"

He nods lethargically. "A few stitches and I'm as good as new."

Kissing his forehead, she took a deep breath, hating to leave him as she backed out of the car. Damon's walking up the road toward her with Oscar at his side. He's still clutching his arm and there's a little bit of a limp to his walk.

"Someone's got to have two good arms to pull it out," he says to Oscar and she saw him glance at her with concern in his eyes.

Oscar nods and hops into the car, while Damon and her waited impatiently on the outside. Cars start to pull up, headlights lighting up the accident as people rubberneck. One of the cars was Enzo's and Kol stood in front of it, laughing with his girlfriend at his side.

"Fucking asshole swerved at us," Damon tells her as he glares at Kol.

Rage engulfs her and this time she lets it take her over. Bonnie marched up to him and shove him hard so he stumbles back into the front end of his car.

"You think this is funny?" Bonnie shouts. "They crash into a tree because of you and you keep driving. What the hell's wrong with you?"

Kol's eyes darken and he steps towards Bonnie. "I won and that's all that matters."

Shaking her head, Bonnie lift up her leg and knee him in the balls, hard. Kol groans, his face reddening as he hunches over and his girlfriend Davina runs to his side to coddle him. Bonnie started to leave when he straightens back up. Cradling his injured guy parts, he charges, ready to hit her.

Damon blocks him and shoves him back with his good arm. "If you touch her, I'll slam my good fist into your face."

This was not the first time he's had to say that to someone on her behalf.

Kol backs down from the fight, muttering something about it not being worth it as Oscar helps Enzo out of the car. The branch is out of his shoulder. Left in its place is a hole, which is bleeding down his arm and shirt, but he's alive and breathing and that's all that matters.

They got him into the front seat of Oscar's car and then Damon and Rebekah got in the back. Enzo had Bonnie sit on his lap, and he nuzzles his head into her chest. She held onto him tightly as they speed off into the night.

Enzo

The hospital lights were bright and the air is a little cold, but Bonnie's warm hand in his was comforting. The doctor doped him up with a sedative to ease the pain and then he lays down on the bed, waiting for them to come clean the fragments of the branch out of his wound.

He was scared shitless when he crashed into that tree, worried he was going to die and leave Bonnie behind with no one. But now, he was feeling pretty good.

Damon peers over him and scrunches his nose at the wound. "It's gnarly looking."

He shoves Damon out of the way and pull Bonnie down beside him. "Hey there, pretty girl, come sit with me."

She giggles, then glances at someone and laughs harder. "I think you might be better off trying to shut your eyes," she tells him.

Enzo shook his head from side to side. "No way, all I want to do is stare at you all day."

She snorts a laugh and then smoothed his hair back from his head. "Quit talking, before you say something embarrassing."

Enzo searched his brain, not finding anything embarrassing stashed away inside. "I'll be fine." he reached over with his good hand and found her leg. Grabbing hold of it, he pulled her over towards him so she falls onto the bed.

"Enzo," she says, her green eyes so wide he could see her reflection in them. "There are people everywhere."

He glanced from left to right, not seeing anything but blurry shapes. "I think we're good." he moves into kiss her and she gives him a quick peck on the lips, before leaning away.

"How about you rest your head in my lap," she says. "And I'll rub your back until you go to sleep."

"But what if I wake up and you're not here?" Enzo asked, sounding like a little baby, but not giving a shit.

She presses her lips together and sighs. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

She sits up and he rest his head on her lap. She rubs her fingers up his back and through his hair. Enzo hold onto her as he drift into unconsciousness.

One more chapter everyone. I can't believe it's almost over. Still trying to work out my next fic. So many ideas, especially with Denzo and Bamon friendship. I'll let you know what's to come next.

Anyways I wanna ask if there's anything you all like to to write in my next fic? More Bennetts? More Enzo and his own family drama? Baroline or Belena? Salvatore Brothers and Enzo?

Let me know in the comment section?