Chapter 9

The rest of the vacation, Bonnie and Damon were inseparable. During the days, they hung out with their friends. At night, they made out in bed and Damon's hands and head usually ended up between Bonnie's legs. By the time they returned to Mystic Falls, Bonnie could barely extract herself from her Other World fiance. She was itching to get into his huge bed and have sex for the first time. Unfortunately, her plans were derailed when her period came. Then on Monday, Damon was called away to Baltimore for a big job on a mansion. They promised to call, text and FaceTime every day.

It wasn't until Wednesday that Bonnie realized how much she missed him. And the thought scared her. If someone had told her that she would end up having feelings for Damon, she would have called that person crazy. But as she drove home from work, she found herself thinking about him the whole way. Missing him, his scent, his smile.

Without thinking, she ended up in her grandmother's neighborhood. She didn't realize she had done it until she was pulling into the driveway. She turned the car off and sighed, coming to the conclusion that her subconscious was telling her that she needed to talk out these new feelings, and who better to discuss them with than the woman who had set the whole thing in motion. Bonnie walked up to the front porch and raised her fist to knock, only for her grandmother to open it before her knuckles could hit the wood.

"Come on in, baby," Grams said with a smile.

"How did I know I was coming?"

"Grandmother's intuition. Come to the backyard with me. I was just doing some gardening."

Bonnie followed her to the backyard and she picked up a pair of gloves. She dug her knees into the dirt and started pulling up weeds.

"So, how was your trip?" Grams asked.

"It was great," she said with a satisfied smile. "We had a really wonderful time. It was nice to just relax, you know? I can't remember the last time I did that."

"I'm glad. How is Damon?"

"Damon is..." Amazing. Sexy. Delicious. "...good," she said, unable to fight off the blush that overcame her cheeks.

"Just good?" the older woman asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Your face seems to say he's better than that."

Bonnie sighed and quietly weeded while she tried to gather her thoughts.

"You can tell me you, you know," Grams said.

"It's just...this is all happened so fast. A couple of weeks ago, I was at home, fighting off the supernatural and trying to make it work with Jeremy. Damon and I had a tenuous friendship and I never would have even thought about him as a romantic interest. And now, I'm here and he's so different and I have all these feelings that I don't understand."

"You never give yourself enough credit, Bonnie. You understand your feelings perfectly well. You just don't want to admit that you like him."

"I do like him," she said with a sigh. "I think I more than like him. And I'm scared of that. We haven't been here long enough for me to feel this way."

"Says who?" Grams asked with that stern grandmotherly face. "There's no time limit on love, baby. And it's not like you just met Damon last week. You've known him for five years."

"And I hated him for most of that!"

"Things change."

Silence fell between them and Grams continued her gardening. Bonnie was quiet as she helped and after a few minutes, she spoke up again.

"Why Damon, Grams?" she asked. "Why him, of all people? After all the horrible things he's done?"

"You and Damon bring out the best in each other," she said simply. "Although his methods were sometimes heavy-handed and unwise, he forced you to embrace your magic. He helped you realize your power as a witch. And you helped him remember that there was a human inside that vampire. You held him to a high standard and he wanted to meet that, even if he acted like he didn't. He respects you, Bonnie. That's always a good foundation for a relationship."

Bonnie allowed that to sink in for a moment and she had to acknowledge that her grandmother was right. In Mystic Falls, they had been dysfunctional and constantly at each other's throats, but it worked for them. They did make each other better.

"And besides," Grams continued, "the boy's not hard on the eyes."

"Grams!" Bonnie said, and they both laughed.

"What? I may be old but I'm not blind!"

"I cannot believe you think Damon Salvatore is hot."

"Don't tell him I said that. His head will get even bigger."

Their laughs continued, then simmered down to chuckles.

"I'm glad I'm here," Bonnie said. "I've missed you so much."

"I know, sweetie. I missed you, too. But you know I'm always watching over you. I want nothing but happiness for you. And if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to see my only grandbaby get married before I kick the bucket for real this time."

Bonnie chuckled. "For real? You mean that you can die here?"

"Oh yes, you can die and grow old and make babies." Sheila smirked again and Bonnie's face enflamed.

"Grams!"

"What? I'm just saying. Whatever you and Damon are doing, be aware that he's human and capable of reproduction. So if that's not something you want..."

She let the sentence hang there and Bonnie was speechless. She had never really given children much thought. Sure, when she was younger and before all the craziness that was her life happened, she thought she wanted the white picket fence, husband, cute dog and 2.5 kids. But ever since her life had become a jumble of supernatural disasters, she hadn't had time to think about such things. Kids and marriage were totally off her radar. And having children with Damon? Talk about unchartered waters.

"Wow," she said, coming out of her stupor. "That's a lot to think about."

"Then think about it," Grams said simply. "And do whatever makes you happy."

Bonnie helped her grandmother finish the gardening duties and promised to come back soon. She headed home and once she was in Damon's room, she flopped onto the bed and rolled over to his side, hoping that some of his scent was still on the sheets and pillows. There was only a trace of him left and she frowned and decided to take matters into her own hands. She stripped off her clothes and got into the shower, but rather than using her soap, she used his. She smiled as she lathered herself up with his soap, and when she got out and dried off, she put on one of his black T-shirts.

For the next hour or so, she read over some things for her internship and at 8 on the dot, she got a FaceTime call from Damon. She squealed like a teenager and tried not to grin too much when she accepted his request.

"Hi," he said as his handsome face filled the screen of her iPad.

"Hi yourself."

"You look awfully comfortable in my shirt," he said with a little smirk.

"I am. I used your soap too."

"Aw, are you missing me, Little Bird?"

"Not even a little bit," she lied. Her smile gave her away.

"Mm hm. Well I'm missing you. This bed is so big and lonely. If only I had a nice warm body to sleep next to."

"Come home and you can have that."

"Two days," he said wistfully. "What have you been doing all day?"

"Work. Then I visited Grams. We talked about you."

"Oh yeah? What did she say?"

"She thinks you're hot," she said with a big laugh.

Damon laughed, too, and put his hand to his heart in shock.

"I had no idea that Sheila was such a cougar."

"She's the cougar? You're the one dating someone a hundred years younger than you!"

He smirked. "True. I do like 'em young."

"That's not creepy at all."

"I like 'em bendy and nubile. You should know," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "You seem to like to spread 'em for me. That's why I love stretchy little cheerleaders."

"Oh my God, Damon," she said. She covered her face with her hands so he wouldn't see her blush.

"I know you're not getting all shy on me now, Bennett. Not after that week we just had."

"It's embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing about it?"

"I don't know," she said with a cute little shrug. "Talking about sex just always makes me nervous."

"Well, I'll just have to fuck it out of you."

Bonnie smacked her iPad with a pillow. "Pretend that was your face."

"Mm hm," he smiled.

"By the way, speaking of...uh...sex," she said, feeling flushed again. Damon grinned. "Whenever we...do it...we'll need to use some kind of protection."

"What? Why? You pick up some kind of STD while I was gone?"

"NO!" she laughed. "But you're human now and I could get pregnant."

Damon quirked an eyebrow. "Oh really? And how did you find this out?"

"Grams told me."

"My, my, Sheila was one quite the roll today, wasn't she?"

"You have no idea."

He mulled over the information and then asked, "How do you feel about that? Getting pregnant?"

"I've never thought about it. Our lives were too crazy to even entertain that idea. And now that I know it's possible here..." She looked down for minute and shrugged. "I don't know. It's not like I had great parental role models to look up to."

"Same here."

"It's just so crazy to even talk about. Babies. With you. A little while ago, we couldn't even stand each other."

"Things change," he said with a simple shrug.

Bonnie chuckled. "Same thing Grams said."

"Ah, so she did do more than tell you how hot I am and that we need to strap up when we bang."

She threw her head back and laughed. "Stop."

Damon grinned devilishly. "Want to have phone sex?"

"What? No!"

"Oh, don't act so goody goody, Bennett. I've seen you in bed. You're a naughty little witch and I bet you want to do dirty things to me. Like open your pretty legs and finger yourself for me right now."

Bonnie wished that she didn't get just a tad bit wet from his comment but her traitorous body betrayed her.

"I don't think so."

"Okay, fine, show me your boobs."

"You are disgusting, you know that?"

"You didn't seem to think so any of those times I had my tongue inside you."

"Damon, God," she said, covering her face again. "Can't you just leave those things where they belong? In the heat of the moment and not during a regular conversation?"

"But then I wouldn't get the joy of seeing you all embarrassed and flustered. And that's the highlight of my day."

"You're such a jackass."

"A jackass you decided to marry," he said with a little gleam in his eye.

"I was obviously blinded by lust."

"So you admit you feel lust for me."

"At this point, I'd think that's pretty obvious."

Damon's smile slowly morphed into a look of seriousness. He leaned back so that more of his face and body were in the picture and his eyes roamed from her face down to what he could see of her chest. Bonnie didn't understand how he could be many miles away, gawking at her from a small screen, and still make her feel hot and bothered.

"I lust for you, too, Little Bird," he said. "You have no idea the kinds of things I want to do to you."

She gulped.

"You know, I used to think you were asexual. Or maybe a lesbian."

"Gee, thanks," she said dryly.

"But now I know that you were just waiting for the right person to come along and bring out that sexy goddess in you. I guess I'm that right person."

"I guess so."

His statement hung in the air and they looked at one another but didn't speak. Maybe he was the right person. Not just sexually, but emotionally and mentally. Bonnie couldn't recall a time she had been as happy as she was right then. And Damon was the cause.

They talked for a little while longer, mostly about Damon's current renovation project and how it was going. When he yawned, Bonnie made him promise that he would go to bed on time. They wished each other good night and sweet dreams, but even after they ended the conversation, he was still on her mind. She wrapped her arms around herself and turned on her side, hoping to trick her brain into thinking that the scent wafting from her skin belonged to Damon. But she couldn't sleep.

She kicked and turned for a while before a thought popped into her head that she just couldn't get rid of. She slid out of bed and grabbed Damon's laptop. She settled against a stack of pillows and a quick search of his computer revealed the sex tape. It was really just a large video file that he had hidden (not very well) in a folder called "Damon." She opened the video and a black screen took over with a small gray "play" button in the middle.

Her finger hovered over the button and she debated whether she should or shouldn't watch it. She had kind of promised Damon she would watch it with him, but she knew that he would just tease her relentlessly. Maybe it was better to just bite the bullet and watch it alone.

So before she could talk herself out of it or think too hard, she pushed play.

Yes, I left it there because I'm evil! (And no, there won't be a pregnancy in this story).