Chapter 4

Watching Bonnie complete her last-minute packing for their trip to the Bahamas was like watching a small hurricane rip through his room. As she fretted over what to wear, pack and leave, Damon sat cross-legged on his bed, amused by her antics. Every time it seemed like she had made up her mind about what to wear, she'd hold it up against her body, look in the mirror, frown, and toss it back onto the bed. There were about ten outfits on the bed: rejects that hadn't made their way back into the luggage.

Damon continued to watch, noting how graceful Bonnie was, even in frustration. Her eyebrows furrowed as she struggled with her clothing decisions, but she still flitted about the room like a little fairy. If he didn't know better, he'd think she still had a touch of magic in her.

"How long is this going to take, exactly?" he asked.

Bonnie shot him a death glare. "It's really easy for you to sit there and antagonize me, isn't it?"

"I'm already packed," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah and it only took you like five minutes because you're a boy and nobody cares what you wear."

"News flash, we're going to the beach for a week. Nobody cares what you wear either."

"Yes, they do. And we aren't just going to sit on the beach every day for a week. We'll go to dinner and do activities and maybe even go to a few clubs. I need variety."

Damon rolled his eyes and finally left his place on the bed. He hip-checked her and took her place in front of the luggage. He briefly scanned the things that had been neatly folded, then he ripped everything apart. He threw all of her shorts and all but one pair of jeans on the floor.

"Hey!" she said, picking them up from the ground. "What are you doing?"

"The only thing you need to pack are swimsuits, sexy underwear, dresses and maybe a couple of skirts. You're allowed one pair of jeans, just for emergencies." Bonnie opened her mouth to rebut him and he held up his finger. "And don't even try to tell me that you might go on your period. It's not due for two more weeks."

Her eyes widened in horror, which only made him grin.

"How do you..."

"Your chin breaks out when you're about to menstruate. And judging by the way it's glowing right now, I'd say you're ovulating." He wiggled his eyebrows and said, "better stay away from me before I get you pregnant."

Her mouth hung open in shock and possibly rage and she smacked him several times in the arm before pushing him.

"Just don't talk anymore," she finally said.

He shrugged but couldn't stop smiling. Score one for Damon.

"But seriously, as much as I enjoy watching you fret over this unnecessarily, we need to get a move on it if we're going to make it to the airport."

"We have plenty of time."

Just as she said that, Stefan knocked on the door.

"We head out in ten minutes!" he called.

Damon pointed at the door and Bonnie really kicked it into overdrive. She tossed a few more things into her bag, including two pairs of the pants that he'd thrown onto the floor. She narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to say something, then she ran into the bathroom and gathered all her toiletries. He casually carried his small suitcase and backpack downstairs and out to Donovan's SUV. Matt and Caroline were already in the front seats, smiling and laughing like the perfect little blonde couple. Damon was secretly happy that Caroline and Matt were an item in this world. He much preferred Donovan to Tyler Lockwood.

"Hey," Caroline said cheerily. "Where's Bonnie?"

"Packing like we're never coming back," he said, as he tossed his bags into the last row of back seats.

Caroline chuckled. "Oh my God, isn't she the worst? Tell her all she needs are skimpy swimsuits and slutty dresses."

Damon grinned and it took everything in him not to call her Vampire Barbie. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

He walked back inside, sliding by Elena and Stefan on their way out, and jogged back upstairs, where Bonnie was finally zipping up her bag.

"Ready to hit the road, Munchkin?" he asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Make yourself useful and take my bag, please."

Damon yanked her bag off the bed and damn near broke his arm. "What do you have in here, Bennett? Blocks of concrete?"

"What's wrong, baby?" she said with a sarcastic smile. "Too much for your non-vamp body?"

She winked and slithered past him and he did one last check of the room before he walked outside behind her. He loaded her bag into the trunk and then crawled to the back, where Bonnie was already waiting. Stefan and Elena were in the row ahead of him, while the Blonde Bombers were still in the front. They did one last check to make sure everything and everyone were accounted for and then they were off to the airport.

From his position in the backseat, Damon got a very good look at Stefan and Elena as they snuggled close together and Elena rested her head on Stefan's shoulder. Every now and then, they would kiss or lightly bite each other somewhere and then giggle. Damon would have been lying if he said it didn't bother him to see Elena with someone else, his brother no less, after he had worked so hard to get her. There was some small part of him that wanted to reach between the lovebirds and separate them.

But that part was smaller than he would have expected. On some level deep down, he was tired of the rat race with Elena. Loving her was so much work and it always came at a price. He was almost happy to have a break.

His eyes slid to his left, where Bonnie was a few inches away, typing away on her phone. He wondered who she was texting, considering that all of her closest friends were in the car, and he scooted a little closer to her. He peeked over her shoulder and saw that she was texting her parents. For some reason, he was relieved.

"We're on vacation now, ya know," he said into her ear and she jumped just a little. "No phones allowed."

She turned to him and he looked into her hazel eyes. "I don't think texting my parents counts."

"Texting anybody but me is in direct violation of the pre-honeymoon code."

"You have an awful lot of rules for this 'pre-honeymoon,'" she said, using air quotes. "No pants, no clothing to cover my legs in any way, no texting..."

"Now you're getting it, Judgey."

Without warning, he bent his body into the backseat and rested his head in Bonnie's lap. He closed his eyes and nuzzled her legs like a cat getting comfortable and he smiled to himself, knowing that she wouldn't make him move for fear of causing a scene. Her body tensed up a little bit, but as they rode on, she relaxed more and more. Damon rubbed his cheeks on her jeans-covered thighs, wishing that she had opted for a skirt so he could be on her skin instead. Her skin always smelled so good. But he supposed that even with jeans, it wasn't so bad. He especially liked the way her thighs jiggled with the movement of the car.

He was actually starting to doze off as he tuned out the sound of chatter between the girls when Bonnie's dainty fingers grazed the back of his neck. His eyes snapped open and he craned his head around long enough to see that Bonnie was facing forward, laughing at something Elena had said. She didn't even seem to realize that her fingers traveled into his scalp and scratched lightly, and he almost wiggled his feet like a puppy getting his ears rubbed. She kept doing it and he had to fight not to make a sound. It was inevitable, though. He had a thing for having his hair played with and his scalp massaged. He buried his head in the crevice of her thighs again and before he could stop it, he moaned.

It wasn't a loud moan. But there was no doubt that Bonnie had felt the reverberations because she stopped her movements. When he chanced a look at her, her eyebrow was cocked upwards and she had the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

"Do you...like that?" she asked, low enough for only him to hear.

"No," he said immediately. He didn't know why he lied. It was just his automatic response when he felt cornered. Or exposed.

"No?" she asked, her smile growing. "Because I'm pretty sure I heard you moan."

"I was clearing my throat."

Bonnie had a full-blown grin on her face. "Aww, you're just like a little kitty cat."

"Shut up."

"Damon Salvatore, my little kitten. Maybe that's what I'll call you."

"If you do, I'll kill you."

She leaned down just a little bit and said in a low voice that he could only describe as sultry, "here, kitty, kitty."

Damon was equal parts annoyed and aroused. Her voice was so sexy in that husky whisper, but he couldn't let her get away with calling him a kitten. So despite his deepest desire to continue to rest on her soft thighs and let her stroke his hair, he moved away from her and sat up straight. He frowned but Bonnie laughed. Really laughed. She threw her head back and laughed loudly in a way he had never seen before. Elena and Caroline asked what was so funny, but she couldn't catch her breath long enough to tell them. He wanted to be annoyed or irritated that she was laughing at his expense, but he had never seen her so carefree and, perhaps, happy.

His frown melted and he allowed himself to smile. When Bonnie finally got herself together, he nudged her with his elbow and said, "meow."

...

The flight to the Bahamas was pleasant and once they landed, they climbed into their rented SUV and followed the directions to their home for the week. They had foregone the typical resort route and instead opted for a villa, which was nothing short of amazing. Even Damon, a man who had seen and lived damn everywhere, was slightly awestruck at the pristine place that they could call home for the next several days.

The home was a vision of stone and glass, with three enormous bedrooms and corresponding large bathrooms. The kitchen was a chef's dream, and the living room was big enough to host a large party and still have room left over. But the most impressive feature was outside: the infinity pool with a view of the ocean. A couple of perfectly placed trees on either side of the property made it look like it might actually be paradise.

Damon and Bonnie wondered through the home together until they came to a bedroom. A California king-sized bed was perched a couple of feet off the ground with some built-up steps. Soft, sheer curtains were tied to each of the four posts, ready to be loosened and provide the smallest amount of privacy. Damon couldn't stop himself from imagining Bonnie on top of him, moving fluidly and gracefully, and the silhouette of that from the curtains.

"Well I guess you finally have enough space that you won't have to snuggle me all night," she teased, marching up the steps and falling back-first onto the bed.

"In your dreams, lover," he winked. "You know you like my sexy body pressed against your still hot but less sexy body."

"Ha," she said with a roll of her eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed. "This might be the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on. I think I want to stay here forever."

Damon rested next to her, also on his back, and he turned his head so that he could look at her.

"Okay, but you have to let me stay, too," he said.

She rolled her head to him and smiled. "Okay," she said with a shrug.

"POOL TIME!" Caroline screamed as she burst into their room. She stopped in her tracks and her mouth dropped. "Oh my God, that bed looks like it was MADE to be fucked in. Bonnie, girl, I hope you're on the pill. Anyway, pool party. Now. Outside." She spun on her heels and clapped her hands. "Now, people!" she called over her shoulder.

Bonnie started to get up, but Damon pulled her back down and she landed on top of him. She looked annoyed but he wiggled his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" she groaned.

"Didn't you hear the woman? This bed was made to be fucked in. So let's fuck."

"You're really crass. Did you know that?"

"One of my many talents."

"Ugh." She punched his chest and removed herself from his grasp.

He sat up on his elbows and watched as she bent over her luggage in search of a swimsuit.

"I can feel your eyes on my ass, you know," she said.

"You like it."

She flipped him the middle finger and then disappeared in the bathroom with some little scraps of fabric. Damon slid off the bed and stripped out of his clothes right there in the middle of the room. He pulled on a pair of nondescript black swim trunks and walked out to the kitchen, where Stefan and Matt were pouring drinks.

"My kinda party," he said.

He knew that Bonnie liked tequila, so he mixed up a girly concoction for her and a bourbon on ice for himself. He carried them out to the pool and dipped a toe in. The sun had already begun to set and the water was actually kind of cold, so he instead opted for the whirlpool. Not only was it warmer, but it was smaller and that meant Bonnie would have to be closer to him. Maybe even on top of him. The thought made him smile.

The other guys joined him and one by one, the girls arrived. Caroline first. Then Elena. Both of them perched themselves on their boyfriends' laps. Damon was happy, as Bonnie now had a standard to meet. His lap was more than ready for her. She finally arrived, dressed in a very skimpy black bathing suit that only hid the most important parts. Damon's eyes zeroed in on her face, where her hair was piled messily atop her head. Then his gaze fell to her chest and her full breasts jiggled a little with every step she took. He looked at her flat stomach, then her juicy thighs and dainty feet.

God, she was hot. He knew it before but it was like The Other Side really agreed with her. Had her body always been that banging? Or was he just now noticing because she always hid it under flowing clothes?

"Whoa, Bon, you look hot!" Matt said enthusiastically.

Damon fought the urge to punch his face.

"Thanks," she said with a shy grin.

And then she did something that Damon would never forgive her for. She turned and slid into the whirlpool, using the rail and showing off her perfect butt. He wanted so desperately to reach out and smack it, grab it, bury his face in it. God damn that Bennett witch. No magic and she was still hypnotizing him without even trying.

"What are we drinking?" she asked as she faced the group again.

"Gin and tonic," Stefan said.

"Vodka and cranberry," from Elena. Matt was having a Jack and Coke, Caroline a pineapple and vodka. Bonnie's landed on Damon, who was dangling a drink in her face.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap and find out," he said with a little smirk.

He could tell that she wanted to say something smart but she bit her tongue. She had to play along with the group, so to his utter delight, she walked over to him and eased onto his lap. He grinned and allowed her to take the drink from him. He sipped his drink in one hand and with the other, he adjusted Bonnie until her tush was nestled right on top of his crotch. Right where he wanted it. She shot him a look but he only smiled in response.

And that's how they sat for the next hour. The group talked, laughed and drank. Bonnie became noticeably more relaxed and even rested her head against his shoulder and rubbed her nose in his neck once or twice. He liked that almost as much as the head rubs. He was able to sneak in a few kisses: one on the forehead, a couple of on the cheek, and when she was sitting up, a few on the back of her neck. He could tell she liked those by the way she shivered a little.

One hour turned into two, and the conversation began to wane. Elena yawned, and Caroline didn't even pretend to be interested anymore.

"Well, guys, this has been fun but I'm tired and horny. But mostly horny. So see ya. Let's go, Matt."

"Yes, ma'am," he said with a big grin.

Elena and Stefan soon followed suit, which left Damon and Bonnie alone in the hot tub. Despite having more room, Bonnie didn't move from his lap and he rubbed her thighs, where he has hands had been resting for quite a while.

"Sleepy?" he asked into her ear.

"A little."

"Wanna play a game?"

"A game? With you?" She chuckled. "Sounds dangerous."

"It is." He nipped her neck and she chuckled again. "You're drunk."

"Yep."

"Truth or Dare?"

"Truth or Dare?" she asked, moving her head to the side so she could give him an incredulous look. "What are we? 12?"

"It's fun if you know how to play."

"I'll bet." She rested her head against his chest and looked out at the ocean. After a moment of silence, she said, "truth."

"Good girl. Okay, truth. On a scale of 1 to 10, sex with Jeremy is a...?"

"3," she blurted out. She immediately covered her mouth and Damon guffawed.

"3?!"

"Shh! Jesus, do you want everyone to hear?"

"Okay, sorry. A 3, though, Bonnie. Damn. A kid with no dick could please you better than that."

"Give him a break," she whined. "Unlike you, he hasn't had sex with tens of thousands of women. He's still learning."

"Oh please. Why do girls do that?"

"Do what?"

"Come up with an excuse when a guy doesn't know how to screw them right. If he sucks in bed, he sucks in bed. Don't sugarcoat it."

Bonnie frowned for a minute, then said, "he sucks in bed."

"No shit."

She pinched his leg. "Okay, fine. Your turn."

"Truth."

"Sex with Elena is a...?"

"9," he said automatically.

He could see Bonnie's jaw drop. "Wow," she said quietly.

"It's not a 10," he said with a shrug.

"Yeah, but a 9 is pretty damn close! Who can compete with that?"

A slow smile tugged at Damon's lips and Bonnie turned to him and frowned.

"What?" she asked.

"Are you trying to compete, Little Bird?" he asked in a low voice. Her eyes widened a bit and she started to deny it but he stopped her by burying his face in her neck. He sucked a healthy chunk of her skin into his mouth and he felt her body tense. "Don't worry," he whispered in her ear. "I'm sure once you let me between these perfect legs, it'll be a ten."

She whimpered, and then he was hard. Just like that. He'd been a good boy all night, but that sound was his undoing. He knew there were a lot more sounds he wanted to hear come from her mouth and the visions flashing through his head only made him harder.

Bonnie clearly noticed because she had moved a little in his lap and once she felt the trouser snake waiting for her, she froze and her eyes popped open. He wanted to say something snarky, like remind her that she knew what a hard penis felt like. But then again, Jeremy was a 3 in bed so maybe she didn't know. Poor girl.

He'd teach her.

"I'm going to bed," she said, quickly scrambling off of him. She climbed out of the side of the whirlpool and the sight of her dripping wet butt did absolutely nothing for his boner. He watched as she hurried to get a towel around her body, then disappeared inside. Damon sighed and rested his head against the side of the pool. His erection didn't diminish after a few minutes, and he looked down at it through the water.

"Bonnie Bennett, huh?" he asked. "Who'd have thunk?"