A/N: I'm sorry for the long wait but this time I had to do some research for the story. And I'd thought by not following the show I could avoid that – so much for my idea. If it seems as if I have no clue what I'm talking about (you'll know what I mean), it's because I really don't. ^^ Anyone else confused? Yes? Oops...

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And special thanks to another Bamon fan and writer. I'm sorry that I can't remember in which story I read it but thank you for reminding me that there are more extraordinaire undergarments than just the usual VS.

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Now, enjoy the next chapter!

Chapter 6:

Bonnie was sitting in her room. It seemed that this was the only thing she was doing as of late. Sitting alone in her room. Or risking her life because she got involved into someone else's mess.

At the beginning, it was a nice change to all the hectic and chaos she had with school and cheerleading and being a Bennett witch. Even more, being a Bennett witch in Mystic Falls and being friends or something like that with a bunch of vampires, a werewolf/hybrid, a man-Buffy who's best friend was the one thing who'd killed his wife, a doppelganger, a queen-bee former cheer captain, the town's own little Miss-Perfect, one serial killer with remorse and a vulnerable ice-hearted soul-mate.

If that didn't sound like the plot of some petty teenage soap, she didn't know what did. Her Beverly Hills 90210 life, however, had turned into an Anne Rice novel. And one of the worse ones.

Bonnie didn't know what she should do. She was bored out of her mind. In the last two days she had tidied up her room, cleaned the whole house (including dusting, vacuuming, cleaning – even under the couch and behind the closets), and sorted out her clothes. She even rearranged her room twice – with the second time putting the furniture back on its original spot. The exercises she normally loved to forget were repeated a few times more than usual. Her nails were done, her body showered and shaved, her books and magazines read and the grimoires studied until she couldn't concentrate on the small script in those.

Currently, Bonnie was sitting at the edge of her bed, dangling her legs and looking out of the window. As sad as it was, without the supernatural her life was boring. Especially since everyone of her friends was somehow involved in the other world.

Suddenly, the girl heard a knock on the door of the Bennett home. Excited, she jumped off her bed and ran out of her room. Reaching the steps, she realized what she was doing. Was she really that bored that she was excited when someone – most likely the mail or a neighbor – knocked? It seemed so.

Shrugging, she ran down the steps and opened the door.

To her wonderment it wasn't the mailman or one of her neighbors. Instead, Damon was standing there. What does he want? The last two days had been the first ones since he was cured when he hadn't bothered her all day. After their talk, he'd been MIA and had given her space. Ever thought that his absence was why you're bored? When he's there you have something to do – even if it's just insulting him. You banter – that's your thing. Shut up mind, Damon and I, we don't have 'a thing'. Oh yes, you do. Elena and Stefan make lovey eyes at each other. Damon and you, you argue and banter. Shut up!

Returning to reality, Bonnie noticed the look on Damon's face. He seemed … she couldn't classify it … If he were anyone else, she'd say he looked kind of nervous and fidgety. But he was Damon and Damon Salvatore was never nervous or fidgety.

"What's wrong?" Her mind was blank. She didn't know what to think. Was he alright? Somewhere in the back of her mind a fleeting thought reminded her of a similar situation only days ago and a completely different reaction of hers. But Bonnie wasn't able to comprehend anything. As soon as the thought appeared, it disappeared again.

Damon didn't know what to say. He registered the vacant worried look on her face and became even more nervous. Was she worried because he was at her house? Was she worried because she was afraid of him hurting her? Was she worried because she thought he was stalking her? Had she company she didn't want to see a(nother) man at her door? What had her worried?

Why he was freaking out, he had no idea but all Damon could do in Bonnie's presence was … nothing. He was frozen.

Only her worried inquiry made him realize she'd talked to him. Shaking his had, Damon forced himself to return to the present. "What?" Well done, stupid.

"Is something wrong? Are you alright?" Was that worry he detected in her voice? It couldn't be, could it?

"I'm alright. Everything is fine. Nothing happened and no one died." Both male and female were wondering why he had been the one to bring up those possibilities and she hadn't even thought about them. What was wrong with her?

"Uhm … I have … uhm … something for … uh … you." Great, I should be forced to return my man-card. What am I doing here? Behaving like a twelve year old boy with a crush on his hot, young teacher. Those Bennett women!

"Uhm … What? … Uh … Okay … Come on in." Seems like my little witch is at the same loss as me. Bonnie's nervousness helped the vampire to regain some of his coolness. At least, he wasn't the only one affected by the other one's presence.

For the first time Damon walked into the Bennett home slowly and with apprehension. For the first time, he didn't act like he owned the place. Something was definitely wrong.

Closing the front door, Bonnie lead the way up to her room. Somehow, it gave her a sense of privacy she didn't get in any other room of the house even though she had the whole building completely to herself most of the time.

There they were again, sitting side by side on the witch's bed (if her father would know, he'd killed them both), both waiting for the other one to start a most possible complicated conversation. Not too long ago, they had done the same thing. This time it was Damon's turn to reveal stuff.

Seeing the uncertainty in the witch's eyes the vampire found some of his missing strength. Shyly, he took Bonnie's hands into his own, gently stroking his thumbs over her skin. God, what am I doing? I'm even more pathetic than Stefan. Despite his thoughts, Damon didn't stop. Moving a bit closer to his little witch he looked her in the eyes.

"You know what we talked about the other day." Was this truly his voice? It was so low and raw. It never sounded that way.

Bonnie couldn't take her eyes off him. She couldn't think. She couldn't talk. She could barely breath. Her only answer was a short nod – her eyes never leaving his.

His little witch's nervousness brought back his confidence. He knew she couldn't resist his charm.

"I've got something for you."

What was going on? What did he mean? Damon had lost her along the way from knocking on her door and up to her room. She didn't know if she should wait and see what he was talking about or if it would be safer for all people involved (especially her own dignity) just to grace him with one of her famous migraines.

The insecure looking man in front of her door came back to her mind. And though Bonnie was pretty sure it had been an act she couldn't bring herself to harm him.

"What is it?" Okay, so she was curious, sue her.

Suddenly, the vampire was gone. Where did he go? First, he comes to me, all mysterious and cute – no, not cute, irritating, that's the word – and then he just vanishes?

In the blink of an eye, Damon returned with the gifts. Before Bonnie could comprehend anything, several packages were displayed all over her bed.

"Damon, what is all this?" Disbelieve coated her voice. She didn't know if she was supposed to be flattered or if a slap upside his head would be the right reaction.

"Open it." The vampire smirked at her hiding his returning nervousness.

The girl was wary. What did Damon deem as an appropriated gift? Some fake dog-poo? A toad? A wand? She really expected the worst when it came to Damon, gifts and her.

Hesitantly, Bonnie opened the first package. It was of mediocre size and rectangular. Carefully, she unwrapped the paper aggravating Damon along the way. Hey, a girl needs to get satisfaction from somewhere.

When the witch opened the box inside the paper, she couldn't believe her eyes. A new pair of shoes were inside. Not just any shoes, Manolo Blahniks! The price was way over anything she would ever spent for herself.

Opening and closing her mouth a few times, Bonnie didn't know what to say. "Damon, this is … they are … wow. Huh, uhm … they're great but I can't accept them. It's too much." It hurt saying that.

"Don't even start. They're a gift and it's impolite to decline something given to you. And wait until you've seen the rest. And they're not just any shoes. They had your name all over them." At Bonnie's critical stare, he elaborated. "They're called BB. See, you've got your own shoes." He wasn't able to hide the smug look on his face. Honestly, he didn't even try to hide it.

"Damon, you don't need to do this. Any of this. And I'm not some of those bimbos you usually sleep with. A few nice – really nice – gifts won't get me in bed with you."

The vampire would be offended if he didn't know that the witch was right. Usually, a nice gift would be all he had to do to win someone over – it was a change to the ever-present compulsion.

"You honestly think I'd do that for anyone? For some bimbo like you called them? I even bought that stuff. I'm not trying to get you to sleep with me. That's not what I'm trying to do. Though, if you want to show me how thankful you are, I sure as hell won't stop you." He was Damon Salvatore after all. And there was no man out there who would say no to a nice thank you from the woman he wanted.

Bonnie couldn't help herself and laughed. Damn it girl! A few weeks ago you'd have given him a murderous aneurism for such a comment and now you find it amusing? Get a grip! But the look on his face and the smirk on his lips were too much for her to resist. "Thank you Damon. Though they are too much. I don't even have an occasion to wear them. But thanks nonetheless."

Damon rolled his eyes. Typical, his little witch needed to be stubborn and remain it. "Ya, ya, just open the next one", he said while indicating to a package that looked like an overpriced dress bag.

With a smirk of her own Bonnie slowly went to work on the paper of her next present. God, how she loved it to irritate him. It was just too easy.

Upon seeing the emblem on the bag, her mouth gaped open. She'd never seen something quite like that – she just knew from movies what lay inside those bags. The big letters on the top of it gave it away, too.

Gently, Bonnie opened the top. There in front of her was a mid-thigh black lace, ruffled Valentino dress. "Damon … that's … that's … It's gorgeous but ..."

"Don't. We did have the same conversation a few minutes ago, remember?" Using all his charm, he intentionally stared into Bonnie's eyes holding her gaze until the poor hormonal teenage girl couldn't do anything but nod weekly.

He still had it.

"Okay, thank you. It's gorgeous. … And so not you." The witch admitted. At Damon's quirked eyebrow – omg, omg! I'm turning into a puddle … Stop it girl! You sound like Caroline! –, Bonnie elaborated. "This dress is decent. The cleavage isn't anywhere near the navel, the back doesn't reveal one's butt and it's long enough so you don't see my crotch exposed." Oh, the witch knew he had a better taste than that, you just had to look at his clothes – or his car for that matter – and you knew it. However, it was fun watching his expressions change rapidly.

Flabbergasted, Damon tried to defend himself but nothing came out of his mouth. To his chagrin it was his turn to gape like a fish out of water. Seeing his expression, the witch laughed out loud.

"That was soo worth it."

"Will you shut up? I just wanted to make you laugh. And you thought you hated me … I told you no woman or girl can resist me."

Bonnie refused to respond to that and just rolled her eyes. They were back in their game.

"You've still got one thing to open. And so you know, my offer still stands if you want to show me how grateful you are." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Now, the witch wished she hadn't been confused about nervous, kind Damon. He was way more bearable than this perverted version in front of her.

With shaking hands, Bonnie went to open her last gift. Inside was a small jewelry box. Chancing a glance at Damon, she saw the barely hidden anticipation in his eyes. Please, don't let him have crossed the lines … please. Bit frightened, the girl lifted the top.

This was the first gift which wasn't too over the top. Inside was the silver chain bracelet of Thomas Sabo complete with a few charms. Looking at the charms, the little witch was stunned. Suddenly, she saw the man in front of her in a whole new light.

The moon and sun represented their differences, the flash symbolized their clashing characters and their heated fights, the theater masks not only showed the good and the sad times but also that everyone was hiding themselves, the NO and the YES stood again for their fights and personalities, the black cat and the witch were her heritage as was the feather his. And the clover leaf was her lucky charm. All of the careful selected charms showed he'd really thought about what to get her. It represented not only her and her heritage but the relationship her and Damon had.

The bracelet meant so much more to her than the expensive shoes or the designer dress. It was … she didn't know what to say. He'd stolen her breath with this gift.

"Damon, I … I do not know what to say. Honestly, this … this bracelet is … beautiful. I love it! Thank you." His little witch was glowing at him.

Damn him. Every time I've think I have him figured out he comes and does something like that. Can't he just stick to one behavior?

But would you want him to? Would you want him to be the arrogant asshole you barely can tolerate? Or the insecure whatever-it-was-he-was-outside-your-door-a-few-minutes-prior? Or do you prefer all of his different characteristics? Don't lie to yourself.

"Could you … uhm … could you help me put it on?"

With tender hands Damon reached for the jewelry and gently put it around Bonnie's delicate wrist, stroking her arm while closing the latch.

Reveling in the feeling one last time, Bonnie forced herself out of her trance. "Damon … I … I don't know what to say. The gift … those gifts … are beautiful … and I'm overwhelmed how much thought you put into them but …" Before the witch could continue, Damon pressed his fingers against her mouth. "But they're too much. One of the presents alone is way too expensive ..." Bonnie murmured against his fingers.

Feeling the shift in the atmosphere, Bonnie realized her mistake. Talking against Damon's fingers and blowing hot breath over cool skin in such a hot tensioned moment wasn't any way to lessen the sexual tension between two high charged beings.

"We talked about that. That here", the vampire on Bonnie's bed gestured towards the gifts, "that's nothing. I wanted to get you something special. But … I know how stubborn you are and I knew you wouldn't accept anything of too much value. You know, I've wanted to buy you haute couture but I know you. So, stop complaining and just say 'thank you'." While talking Damon moved closer to Bonnie so that his lips brushed against hers as he tried to convince her.

"And I've got something else for you too." The mischievous glint in his eyes didn't help any to calm the witch down.

Before Bonnie had a chance to respond the vampire vanished once more. Lost and confused, the teenage witch stood up and moved over to her window. She hadn't reached her destination yet when a breeze told her that her vampire was back – not mine, not mine, not mine!.

Opening her eyes the witch saw her companion right in front of her. With a few predatory steps he pushed her against the wall. Adding to the heat in the room Damon leaned in close to Bonnie, his left arm next to her head, his right foot and leg cutting her way out of his embrace off.

"I've got something else for you", Damon whispered, nuzzling her jaw, neck and collarbone. The glint in his eyes was back – tenfold. A smug smirk was grazing his face as he was leering at the little witch captured within the confines of his body.

From behind his back Damon showed his little witch a shopping bag. Looking from the bag in his hand up into his eyes she saw joyfulness and mischief in the blue orbs of his.

Bonnie couldn't contain her laughter. This gift was just so … so Damon. In his hand he was holding a light pink bag with the famous black bow and elegant italic letters of Agent Provocateur on it. Curious and afraid at the same time Bonnie reached for the garments.

As suddenly as he'd had her caged he gave her space. This was going to be good.

Feeling cold without Damon's close proximity Bonnie made her way back to her bed. Hesitantly, she grabbed into the bag and took the first garment out. That was so Damon. It really was. How could she ever have thought he was nice and somewhat sweet? A black lace corset with a nude tulle lining was meeting her gaze. The cups made wearing an additional bra unnecessary and the lacing up at the back made it a tight fit holding everything in its intended place.

Shaking her head the witch chanced a glance at the other things. In there were a low sitting lace brief with a some design on it, black oversized ribbon slot trims and soft baby pink tulle lining as well as black silk stockings. A gift like that – it all screamed Damon.

"You know that you'll never see me in that, don't you?", Bonnie questioned the vampire with a raised eyebrow.

"Yap, yap, yap. You know I'm Damon Salvatore, don't you?", he asked her patronizing. Crowding her space again he murmured "And I always get what I want."

Before Bonnie had any chance to react – oh god! Who would have thought such arrogant, conceited words could sound so seductive? – Damon closed the last inches between them and met her lipsin a feverish kiss.

As suddenly as it started, the kiss ended. Without any time for Bonnie to react the vampire disappeared out of the witch's home leaving the girl standing in her room all alone.

A/N: I have no clue how often I changed the dress. I probably had everyone of the most famous designers mentioned at least once... But I saw that dress and I found it to be a nice combination of Bonnie and KatGraham. However, I made the dress a bit more moderate for Bonnie. The one on Megan Fox was a bit too short for Bonnie's character.

Honestly, I'd never thought it to be this difficult to find the right dress for a person – even if the person doesn't look anything like you. That's what I get for assuming ...