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Chapter 8
Bonnie sat patiently on the closed toilet of the master bathroom while Caroline knelt in front of her and did her makeup and Elena curled her hair. Caroline and Elena were chatting away about something or other and Bonnie was barely listening. She was too busy reveling in the normalcy of it all and basking in the fact that her best friends were her friends again.
The six of them had spent the day out and about in town: eating, window-shopping and the like. Bonnie had expected another night of hanging out with everyone, drinking and relaxing, until Damon told her that they had a date. Just the two of them. And he wanted her to get sexy for him. Caroline and Elena were more than happy to volunteer to do her hair and makeup, which was good because Bonnie was a nervous wreck. She managed to contain it in front of her friends. After all, in their eyes, she and Damon had been together for a long time and there was nothing to be nervous about. But from Bonnie's perspective, it was a big deal. Especially after all the things Damon had said to her the night before.
She shivered just thinking about it.
"Where are you guys going tonight?" Caroline asked, but she didn't wait for an answer before she said, "look up and don't blink."
Bonnie followed her instructions and shrugged. "I don't know. He didn't tell me."
"Ooh, a surprise," Elena said with glee. "Damon is so romantic."
The words sounded like a foreign language. Damon and romance had never belonged in the same sentence before.
"I know. I kinda wish he would give Matt some pointers," Caroline said.
Before that could spiral into a conversation about whose man was the most romantic and what they would change about all of them, there was a knock on the door.
"Girls," Damon said. "I'm sure you're having fun in there with all your chit-chat about lady business, but Bonnie and I have to be there at a certain time. So if you could hurry this up..."
"Yeah, yeah, we're coming!" Caroline shouted back. She rolled her eyes. "I swear, I don't know how you deal with him sometimes."
Bonnie laughed. "A second ago, you were talking about how romantic he is."
"That was before he interrupted our beauty session!"
The girls hustled up and finished and Bonnie removed the towel from her shoulders and stood up. She checked herself out in the mirror and was impressed with what she saw. Elena had curled her hair just right and Caroline had put on just the right amount of makeup for the occasion. It was pretty but subtle and looked completely natural. Bonnie smoothed out the short black dress she wore and was happy with the way it clung to her curves. She slipped on her heels and grabbed her purse and walked out with her friends to the living room.
Damon was standing by the door already waiting and when Bonnie caught eyes with him, she felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. He wore a black suit that was tailored to fit him like a glove. His black shirt underneath was unbuttoned a little, showing off the chest that he had buffed up since she first met him five years earlier. His jet black hair was perfectly fluffed and for the first time, she really noticed the facial hair that he had been growing since they arrived. It cast a dark shadow over his jaw and gave him the look of a rugged pretty boy.
Good Lord, had he always been this sexy? Or was she just now noticing because he was being sexy for her?
"Well, well, Ms. Bennett," he said as he approached her and took her hand. "Don't you look lovely?" He kissed her knuckles and she smiled.
"So do you."
"This old thing?" he asked with a shrug. "Just something I threw on." He propped his fist on his hip and offered his elbow. "Shall we go?"
"You kids have fun," Elena said.
"Don't come back pregnant, Bon," Caroline called as they walked out. "You've got to fit into that wedding dress!"
Damon rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him and led Bonnie to the passenger door of their rental car. He helped her in and then climbed into the driver's seat and off they went. Bonnie couldn't fight the little butterflies in her stomach. Not only because it was a date and that, in and of itself, was a little nerve-racking. But because it was Damon. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that they were together.
"So...where are we going?" she asked.
"Uh-uh, you'll see when we get there."
"Somewhere fancy, I take it."
"Your observation skills never cease to amaze me," he teased. Bonnie stuck her tongue out and lightly punched his arm.
"You're not supposed to insult your date, you know."
"My apologies. I'll be on my best behavior tonight."
"Like you were on your best behavior last night?" she asked before she could stop herself.
Damon grinned and briefly turned to her. She knew he was thinking the same thing she was. The comment about him stamping his name on it. Just replaying it in her head kind of turned her on.
"Maybe if you're a good girl."
She swallowed hard and decided against saying anything else, for fear that she might ask him to turn the car around and touch her like she wanted him to. Instead, she rode quietly until they reached their destination. Damon parked the car and then got out and took her hand. Bonnie wanted to ask again where they were going, but she didn't. She interlaced their fingers and he led her through a quiet but beautiful little shopping area on the shore. They walked to some docks, where several large and luxurious yachts awaited. She really had no idea what they were doing until Damon led her up the steps of one of the boats.
It was a white yacht lit up with soft white and blue lights. She could see a couple of people already on board and she turned to ask him what they were doing. Before she could, a man wearing a butler's attire greeted them on the steps.
"You must be Mr. Salvatore and Ms. Bennett," he said with a thick but pleasant Bahamian accent.
"That would be us," Damon said with a smile.
"Welcome aboard."
The butler offered his hand to Bonnie and she stepped on board. There was a slight breeze coming from the water and she could see a few two-person tables set up, all with candles and roses.
"It's a dinner cruise," Damon whispered in her ear. "I thought you might like it."
She was speechless for a moment. Firstly because she had never been on such an extravagant and beautiful date. And secondly because Damon Salvatore of all people was the one who'd thought of it.
"I do like it," she confirmed. And he smiled.
He took her hand and walked her to one of the tables. He pulled her chair out for her and she looked around to see a few other couples walking around, drinking champagne and enjoying the night. Damon sat down across from her and the butler brought them two glasses of wine. Damon held up his glass.
"To us," he said as a toast. Bonnie clinked her glass against his.
"Cheers."
They got settled in for the ride and once the other couples took their seats, the captain began the slow move from the docks out onto the ocean. Bonnie was mesmerized by the perfect weather and calming sounds and smells of the sea and when she met eyes with Damon, he looked quite pleased with himself.
"Damon, this is beautiful," she said.
"I'm glad you approve."
"Now tell me. Is this something that Other Side Damon had already planned and we're just lucky enough to cash in on it? Or did you actually plan this?"
He put his hand to chest in a show of faux disbelief. "Miss Bennett, I'm shocked that you would think me incapable of planning something like this."
"Not incapable," she laughed. "I've just never seen this side of you before. It's weird."
"Good weird?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Definitely good weird."
"Well, I will have you know that I planned this all by myself."
"I'm very impressed."
They fell into comfortable conversation as the yacht ventured further out and the butler brought them a basket of freshly-baked rolls and salad.
"This is nice," she said after a few quiet moments. "You and me, getting along. I like this version of us."
"So do I," he said with a genuine smile.
She leaned conspiratorially over the table and smirked as she asked, "how do you think we got together?"
Damon sat back in his seat and hummed as he thought.
"Hmmm...I think we probably didn't like each other at first. You saw me as Stefan's annoying and promiscuous older brother that you had to deal with because Elena and Stefan got together. I saw you as Elena's judgey and righteous little friend that turned your nose up every time I was in your vicinity."
"Gee, Damon, you really know how to make a girl feel good."
He laughed. "Hold on, let me finish. We didn't like each other at first, but because your best friend was dating my brother, we slowly ended up spending more time together. Maybe we hung out at the boarding house on the weekends, went to the movies, things like that. And eventually you stopped seeing me as the slutty older brother and started seeing me as the very sexy, very available older brother with the sparkling blue eyes. And you didn't want those eyes on anybody but you."
"Ha!" Bonnie laughed and clapped her hands. "You spin quite the yarn, Mr. Salvatore."
He smiled and continued. "And I'm guessing that one night, after we stopped hating each other, you came over to the house wearing something hot and revealing. Maybe you were going on a date or something. I saw you looking older and more mature and suddenly, I stopped seeing you as a little girl and started seeing you as a woman. Of course, you know I have a jealous streak a mile wide, so once I realized that I liked you as more than a friend, I blocked your way out and demanded that you not go out on your date."
Bonnie's amusement with his story began to evolve into interest. "And how did I respond?"
"You slapped me, of course."
They both smiled.
"But that only turned me on more. I kissed you. You slapped me again. The next day, you asked what the hell was my problem and rather than telling you, I showed you." His smile turned devious. "Many times. With many orgasms. And the rest is history."
"You're such a dirty old man."
"You like it. Trust me." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You'll see once we watch the sex tape."
Bonnie's cheeks flushed, knowing that he had seen her naked and doing things she would never want anyone but her partner to see. She still couldn't believe she would allow such a thing to happen and she was not, in any way, looking forward to seeing it on video.
They managed to avoid sex talk for the rest of the dinner, but they did continue to speculate about the details of their relationship: their first date (dinner and a movie), first I love yous (Damon said it first), the proposal. They both agreed that the proposal was probably something extravagant and romantic, much like the dinner cruise.
When the yacht began to dock at the shore, Bonnie found herself not wanting the date to end. She shivered a little when a strong breeze blew by.
"Cold?" Damon asked. She nodded and he shrugged off his suit jacket and placed it around her shoulders. It smelled so much like him that she just wanted to sink into it. When the boat docked, Damon helped her off and they walked back to the car, holding hands.
"Where to next, my lady?"
"You mean the night's not over yet?"
"Not unless you want it to be."
A soft smile came over her lips. "I don't want it to be."
Damon drove them to a liquor store and emerged with a six-pack of cheap beer, which for some reason, elated Bonnie. He then drove them to a beach and laid out his jacket on a stretch of sand a few feet away from the water. He pulled Bonnie close and rubbed her arms up and down to keep her warm. They cracked open their $5 beer and spent the next several hours talking about everything and anything: his past lives, her childhood, his favorite decades, her aspirations. They probably could have stayed out there all night but when Bonnie yawned, they finally gathered themselves and headed back to the villa.
Their vacation home was dark and silent when they arrived, as the other four had long since gone to bed. The two of them went to their own bedroom and fell into the same routine they had perfected: Damon changing clothes in the bedroom and Bonnie in the bathroom. He turned out the lights and when Bonnie joined him in bed, he snuggled her from behind. They didn't say anything for a while, but neither was asleep. She ran her fingers over his hands and finally spoke up.
"Damon?" she asked quietly.
"Hmm?"
"That was the best date I've ever been on. It was probably one of the best times I've ever had, honestly. Date or not."
She felt him smile against her neck and he kissed her skin. "I'm glad. Someone should be allowed to pamper you every now and then, Ms. Tough Girl."
She smiled and brought his hand up to kiss it.
"I do believe it's customary to end a good date with a kiss," he whispered.
Her body flared immediately, feeling his breath on her ear and hearing his words.
"Oh, is it?" she asked.
"Mm hm."
"Well, I don't usually kiss on the first date..." She turned around in his arms so that they were facing each other. "But I guess I could make an exception this one time."
He hugged her tightly, pulling her as close to his body as she could get. She brought her hand to his face and gently felt around since she couldn't see his mouth. She ran her fingers over his eyelids, then his nose, then his cheeks. She landed on his soft lips and brushed hers against his. He was patient and made no move to initiate the kissing. She slowly kissed him once, twice, three times. On the third time, she licked his lips and he opened up for her tongue to invade his space. What had started out gentle quickly became passionate and wet. His hand slid into her hair and gave it a gentle tug while their tongues slid past each other. She whimpered and he sucked her lips into his mouth before kissing her again.
Bonnie couldn't help the sounds of pleasure that tumbled from her mouth and they only got louder when he abandoned her lips and directed his attention to her neck. He sucked hard on her skin and she moaned and gripped his soft T-shirt. Her mouth fell open in a soft gasp when he ground himself into her and she felt his hardness pressed right into her center.
"Do you want me?" he asked in a hot whisper.
"Yes," she hissed.
"Are you wet for me?"
"Mm, yes," she moaned.
Damon pulled back from the attack on her neck and breathed hard on her mouth.
"Can I touch it?" he asked.
There was a brief pause on Bonnie's end, not because she didn't want him to touch it but because she wanted him to touch it so badly that she almost exploded. She knew that once she went there with Damon, there was probably no coming back. If his kisses were any indication, he knew how to work his way around a girl's body and she was probably going to end up addicted to him.
Those concerns were no match for her desire and she answered with a breathy "yes."
His hand released its grip on her hair and moved down the front of her body, over her breasts, down her stomach and to the top of her tiny shorts. He slid his hand underneath those and her flimsy lace panties and once his fingers found her sopping wet center, she had to grit her teeth not come right there. He pressed his forehead to hers and they didn't say a word as his finger circled her throbbing clit and then sank inside her. Bonnie's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head and she gripped his shoulders.
"God damn, baby," he whispered huskily. "Is all that for me?"
She didn't have to answer and probably couldn't have even if she wanted to. She was too busy trying not to orgasm after two finger strokes like a virginal teenager. She was both upset and relieved when he slid his finger out and he rolled her completely onto her back.
"I want to taste you," he said.
For a split second, she reverted back to old Bonnie and was scared that he was going to bite her. But as his mouth made its way down her body, she realized that he meant another type of taste entirely. And that's when she knew she was truly not in Mystic Falls anymore. Because there she was, laid out on a bed, with Damon Fucking Salvatore about to go down on her. And when his lips finally landed on their destination, she wondered why they hadn't died and gone to the Other Side much sooner.
His tongue jutted out and lapped at her clit like a kitten and Bonnie nearly shot off the bed. She moaned very loudly and Damon had to hold her hips down. He kissed her center like he kissed her mouth: passionately, intensely and wildly. He then slipped down and inserted his tongue inside her and moaned.
"Fuck, you taste good," he said in between licks and sucks. "I could eat this pussy all day." He spread her legs wider and licked her from top to bottom and Bonnie gripped the sheets and screamed.
"Ah, shit, Damon!"
She could hardly think straight as he continued to please and tease her. Jeremy had eaten her out once or twice before and it was nothing like this. Jeremy wasn't bad at it per se, but he was inexperienced and didn't know exactly what to do. Rather than enjoy it, Bonnie had to direct him. But with Damon, that was not the case. He knew exactly where and how to suck, how much pressure to apply, when to use the hard tip of his tongue instead of the soft flat part. He played her like an instrument and despite her best efforts to last longer than a few minutes, Bonnie knew it was futile. She was going to come. Hard. She gripped his hair and her hips started to pump into his face of their own accord.
"Damon, oh my God," she cried. "Oh, God, don't stop. Please don't stop."
She continued to beg him and while his tongue played with her clit, his fingers slid inside her. He crooked them upwards, like he was telling her to come here, and that was the final straw. Bonnie's eyes screwed shut, her back arched off the bed, and she wrapped her legs around his head so tight that he would have needed a crowbar to escape.
"UGH! OH GOD, DAMON! DAMON! DAMON!"
She shouted his name, not caring who she woke up or who heard her falling to pieces at Damon's hands. Her orgasm seemed to go on for minutes and her cries only stopped when the pleasure began to fade and was replaced with a weightlessness that she could only describe as ecstasy. She slowly released her strangle hold on Damon's head and she fell back onto the mattress, breathing heavily. He kissed his way back up her body and hovered over her.
"Still want to go back home?" he asked.
There was no hesitation in her response.
"Hell no."