Chapter 12

Before her relationship with Damon, Bonnie had never known bliss. She had been generally happy for most of her life, even blindingly happy a few times, but it was nothing compared to the euphoria that she felt with Damon. In the month since they had slept together the first time, they had become nearly inseparable. They talked, laughed, dated and had a lot of passionate, bone-shaking sex.

Bonnie was smitten.

It was a rainy Friday night and the regular gang was huddled around the Salvatore living room, watching the girls' favorite movie: "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Matt and Caroline were snuggled up under a blanket on the floor, Elena and Stefan were similarly situated on one couch and Bonnie and Damon were on another couch. With a large comfortable blanket thrown over them, Bonnie was sitting on Damon's lap and nuzzling his ear. Every now and then, she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and he responded by pinching her butt. She wanted to watch the movie but Damon's scent and body were just too distracting. Her lips found their way to his mouth and before she could stop herself, they were making out. Noisily.

"Oh my God," Caroline complained. She threw a few pieces of popcorn at the duo. "Can you two chill with that, please? I can't even hear Matthew McConaughey's fine ass over your lip smacking!"

Bonnie smiled and slowly dragged her mouth away from Damon, who chased her and held her in place for another wet kiss.

"You guys are being kinda loud," Elena snickered.

"I swear, you act like a new couple or something!" Caroline continued to complain. "Don't you have sex like three times a day? Aren't you tired of each other yet?"

"I could never get tired of you, baby," Damon said to Bonnie, loud enough for everyone to hear. Bonnie chuckled girlishly but then stood up and offered her hand to Damon.

"Since we're obviously being a nuisance," she said, sticking her tongue out at Caroline, "let's go to the kitchen to find some food. Maybe that will occupy our mouths."

"One can hope," Caroline called after them.

Bonnie was still giggling when Damon scooped her up and pressed her against the fridge. He attacked her mouth like he hadn't already had her twice that day and she responded by burying her hands in his hair and wrapping her legs around his waist. They kissed like that for a few minutes before Bonnie's grumbling stomach interrupted them.

"Mm," she whimpered, "I guess I do need to eat something."

"I've got some meat right here for you," he said. And he pressed her hand to his erection.

"Damon," she moaned. "Maybe later. I do have to keep up my strength with the way you're wearing me out."

He smirked, obviously proud of himself, and gently placed her feet on the floor.

"FIne," he sighed. "Sit down and let me get you something."

Bonnie pecked his lips, then parked herself on a stool at the gigantic counter. She watched Damon as he opened the refrigerator door and leaned down to inspect the contents. She couldn't stop her eyes from wandering to his butt. He had such a nice butt. She loved to grab it and push him deeper when he was on top of her. She shook her head and almost laughed at herself over how easily her mind slipped into dirty thoughts these days. Leave it to Damon to completely corrupt her.

"I have an idea," he said, popping up from the fridge, empty-handed. "Sit right there."

She watched in confusion as he disappeared upstairs, then returned with one of her silk night scarves. She arched an eyebrow and watched as he folded it a couple of times, making it long and slim. He held it up to her face and attempted to cover her eyes with it, but she ducked her head.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Relax, Little Bird, you'll like it."

"You're blindfolding me when I want to eat? Can't we play this game after my stomach isn't collapsing into itself?"

"I'm going to feed you," he said with a devious grin. "You just won't know what until it's in your mouth."

The Old Bonnie probably would have protested and demanded he be more practical. But the new more relaxed and sexually fulfilled Bonnie was up for just about anything and she leaned forward to allow Damon to cover her eyes. He gently tied the scarf around her head and waved his hand in front of her. When she didn't say anything, he lifted her off the stool and deposited her on the floor next to the fridge.

Bonnie wiggled with excited anticipation as she heard him rummaging around. She could hear glass clinking and she wondered what he might have up his sleeve. She waited patiently while he got his things together, and then her hair stood on end when she felt his warm body situated right in front of her.

"Open," he directed.

She followed his instruction and was happily surprised when a chilled pineapple chunk entered her mouth.

"Yummy," she said. She could practically hear him smiling.

"You like?"

"Mm hm. More please."

He fed her several more pieces of fruit, followed by a few strawberries and grapes. He gave her a sip of water, then switched to chips and cheese. Not knowing what was coming was exciting and not being able to see Damon as he fed her was strangely erotic. He kissed her every now and then and he fed her that way until she was full. She was about to pull her blindfold off when he stopped her.

"One more thing," he said. "Then you can take it off."

Bonnie willingly opened her mouth and he tapped her lips until she stuck her tongue out. She almost laughed when she felt thick, sweet honey coat her tongue. She moaned as she swallowed it and she opened up for more. Before she could swallow the second dose, though, Damon encased her face and brought his lips to her. He snaked his tongue inside her mouth and the honey slithered from her mouth to his. She moaned again and crawled on top of him. She managed to get the blindfold off and he pulled her onto his lap. She ground her hips on him for a moment before he rolled them over and lay her on the floor.

She watched with lustful eyes as he pulled her top off, followed by her pants, and covered her entire body with honey. He licked it off, one inch at a time, and when their mouths joined again, his face was sticky with the sweet substance. Bonnie yanked at his shirt until he discarded it and he managed to get his jeans down to his ankles and he sucked her bottom lip at the same time as he entered her. She gasped and their eyes locked as they had sex as quietly as possible on the kitchen floor.

When they finished, Bonnie laughed and Damon smiled against her skin.

"What's so funny?" he mumbled.

"You. You're a very bad influence on me."

"Oh yeah? Well you're kinda fun when you're not being a judgey little witch."

"And you're kinda fun when you're not being a complete asshole."

Damon smirked and kissed her softly.

"I guess we're a good pair, then."

"I guess so."

...

When Bonnie awoke the next morning, she didn't open her eyes immediately. She moved a little and could tell that whatever she was sleeping on was very hard and uncomfortable. She thought back to the night before and tried to remember if she and Damon had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor. She reached behind her to feel him, but he wasn't there. She frowned and opened her eyes, only to find herself not in the Salvatore boarding house at all.

She shot up and looked around, only to find herself in the middle of the forest. She sprang her to feet and looked at herself, dressed in her pajamas, and wondered how the hell she had gotten there. Her heard snapped in every direction, trying to make heads or tails of the situation, and her heart thumped hard against her chest as confusion and fear overcame her. She heard a twig snap and her body went into fight or flight mode immediately. She held out her hand, ready to throw some magic at whatever came for her, only to remember that she didn't have her powers. She had never felt so vulnerable.

She held her breath and listened for several long seconds, trying not to let the deafening sound of her heart drown out the sounds of the forest. When nothing emerged from the woods, she took a deep breath and tried to gather herself. She had to think. She had to calm down and think.

Her hands immediately went for the pockets of the pajama pants that she stole from Damon and she nearly fell to her knees in prayer when she found her cell phone. She had 20 missed calls, all from Damon, and her fingers shook as she called him back.

"Bonnie?" he answered frantically. "Where the hell are you?! I've been losing my freaking shit over here worrying about you!"

"I don't know," she said shakily. "The woods somewhere. I don't know where. It doesn't look familiar."

"The woods? How did you get there?"

"I don't know!" she said, almost in a scream. "I have no idea, Damon. I just woke up here and I'm scared."

"Okay, okay, calm down," he said. "Take a breath. Look around you. You know the woods. You know where you are."

Bonnie again looked around but in her frazzled state, nothing made sense. She wanted to curl up in the fetal position and cry but she knew she couldn't do that. She had to get a hold of herself. With the phone still clutched to her ear, she tried to figure out where she was but she couldn't. She heard Damon moving around and then her grandmother's voice came from the other end of the line.

"Bonnie, baby, you've got to think hard," Sheila said. "If you project the image of your surroundings hard enough, I might be able to see where you are."

"Grams," Bonnie said, nearly in tears, "I don't have my powers anymore. I can't do it."

"You're a Bennett witch, Bonnie," she said with her stern voice. "Your magic is never truly gone. You just have to try. Try for me."

Bonnie nodded shakily and then put the phone on speaker. She sat down, cross-legged, and took several deep breaths. She centered herself and got her heart to calm down just a tick. She looked to her left and noticed a single pink flower growing. She looked straight ahead and saw leaves shaking, which meant the wind was blowing north. She looked to her right and saw a downed tree branch. If she strained, she was sure she could wear water trickling. She took all those images and seared them into her brain. She closed her eyes and thought of her grandmother, of Damon, of wanting to get out of the forest before someone or something killed her.

She wasn't sure how long she focused so intently but at some point, Damon's voice came from the phone.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes," he said.

Bonnie'e eyes snapped open and she gasped when she realized that she was floating a few inches from the ground. She fell hard onto her butt when her concentration broke, but a smile cracked on her lips and grew into a grin. Despite the fact that she was still scared to death, she couldn't help but be happy. Her grandmother was right; she did still have some magic.

"BONNIE!" Damon's voice shouted exactly twenty minutes later.

She jumped up and looked in the direction of his voice, and when she saw him emerge from the trees, she ran to him and threw herself into his arms. He held her tightly and kissed her several times before pulling back to inspect her.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay," she promised. "I'm okay."

He brushed hair out of her face and pressed his forehead to hers. "You scared the shit out of me."

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. How did you find me?"

"You projected your thoughts into my head," he said, smiling a little bit. "My little witch is back."

She smiled at him but quickly came back to reality.

"We need to talk to Grams."

"She's waiting for you at the boarding house."

When they got back to the house, Sheila was sitting in Damon's room, away from prying ears. She approached her granddaughter and held her face gently.

"Are you okay, child?" she asked softly.

"I'm confused. What is going on?"

Sheila gave her a sad smile and said, "they're calling for you to come home."

"Who?"

"Jeremy." She looked at Damon and said, "and Elena."

Dread came over Bonnie at the thought that her perfect little bubble was about to pop.

"Can we...not go?" she asked.

"They have a witch opening the portal and once she does, you'll have no choice but to go back. I'm sorry, honey. I know you like it here."

"Isn't there anything you can do?"

Sheila shook her head and Bonnie looked at Damon, whose lips were drawn in a tight line. She hadn't seen him look angry in so long that she'd almost forgotten what it looked like. She reached for him but he moved and then left the room altogether. Bonnie sighed and turned back to her grandmother.

"How long before we have to go back?" she asked quietly.

"I can't say for sure, but it'll be soon. They're opening the portal and you were drawn to it without even knowing. You don't have much time left here, so try to make the most of it."

She held Bonnie's face in her hands, then kissed her forehead. With that, Sheila was gone and Bonnie was alone in the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and allowed all her thoughts to flood her mind. Going back home meant going back to all her problems and all the drama. It meant Elena and Jeremy. And she had no idea what it meant for her and Damon.