8 months prior

Damon rolled his eyes as Elena sniffled mournfully, wiping delicately at her cheeks whilst Bonnie and Caroline cooed placating sentiments into her ears.

'Elena, you know that Stefan loves you. Klaus is manipulating him, he didn't mean the things that he said.' Caroline stroked Elena's hair off of her face, wrapping her arms tighter around the girl. Bonnie glanced up and met his eyes. He nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen, indicating her to meet him there. She scoffed in derision and turned back to her friend, trying to comfort her. Damon stepped forward, catching her attention once again. He widened his eyes at her, looking at Elena and then back at her before inclining his head in the direction of the kitchen once again. Sighing, Bonnie offered one last squeeze to Elena's shoulders before rising, muttering an excuse about getting a glass of water. She trudged out of the room, Damon close behind her. When they finally made it to the kitchen, Bonnie turned to him.

'What?' He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering.

'I need your help to get my brother back. The longer we let Klaus have control over him, the more chance we have of losing him forever.' Bonnie took a step back.

'Well, what do you want me to do about it?' He frowned.

'You're a witch, are you not? You're probably our most valuable weapon against Klaus and the rest of the Original spawn.' Bonnie felt something within her die when Damon referred to her simply as a weapon, but she steeled her spine. She would get Stefan back, for Elena, and end the Original family once and for all.

'I'll get my grimoire.'

Bonnie rolled onto her side, trying with all her might to get comfortable. She had been tossing and turning for the last 4 hours, but between the heat emanating from Caroline, who had insisted on sleeping right beside her, and her enhanced hearing picking up every little sound in the surrounding vicinity, sleep was evading her. Sighing, she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as she went over the events of the day.

Lucy wanted her to move away.

Her friends wanted her to stay.

Her best friend had killed her and was now AWOL and on top of all that, Damon was adamant that she address the thing between them before she was ready. Sighing, she pushed herself up and swung her legs out of bed, resigned to the fact that she was not getting any rest tonight. She padded barefoot over to the door, slipping past it quietly so as not to disturb Caroline. She trudged slowly down the stairs, making her way into the kitchen where she opened up a tap and filled a glass with cold water. She took a deep breath, rubbing her hands wearily over her face as she tried to get a grip on her emotions.

'You couldn't sleep either, huh?' Bonnie spun around at the familiar masculine voice, bringing her face to face with one of the sources of her troubled mind.

'Damon. What are you doing up so late?' He smirked sardonically.

'I could ask you the same thing, Judgy. I hope I'm not going to have to keep a close eye on you to keep you from doing something stupid.' She winced.

'Damon, this morning was…

'Crazy?' He supplied. 'Unreal? The worst morning of my whole existence?' Bonnie looked away, her fingers curling tightly around the glass. Damon stepped into her personal space, drawing her attention back to him. 'What do you think would have happened to me if you had died, hmm?' Bonnie's eyes flickered to his, her breath becoming laboured as he moved impossibly closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. His voice had dropped to a low murmur and every word he spoke was a seductive drawl. Her eyes dropped to his lips-his pink, soft, inviting lips. There was barely a breath of space between them and their close proximity was causing Bonnie's brain to short-circuit. Damon's heated breath fanned over her face, the faint scent of mint and bourbon causing her eyes to flutter closed.

A moment later, their lips met and her world exploded into a burst of colour.

Pain.

It was the only thing which Elena could identify in her half-conscious state.

Pain.

Pain so intense, she felt like her body was burning up; it flowed through her veins and radiated from her very being. With a pitiful whimper, she forced her eyelids apart, blinking rapidly in order to clear her vision. After a few moments of lying still, she attempted to sit up, only to find that she was unable to move her body. Fearful eyes darted around the bare room as she let out a feeble cry, trying with all her might to even twitch her finger. Finally giving up, she let out another cry of frustration and fear.

'Finally, Sleeping Beauty is awake.' The familiar voice caused her blood to turn to ice.

Rebekah.

'No need to look so terrified, love, I'm not going to hurt you…actually, I might, but that's besides the point. See, I need you to do something to me.' Elena's wide-eyed gaze caused the Original to scoff. 'Oh, don't worry about not being able to move, it's just a spell that one of my dear friends, Davina, helped me to cast on you. It should wear off in an hour or so. In the meantime, just…sit tight.' Laughing at her own joke, Rebekah crouched down and pulled Elena up by the front of her shirt, bringing them eye-to-eye with one another.

'You're going to help me kill the Bennett witch.'

Stefan entered the boarding house, having left to feed a few hours prior. Shutting the door gently behind him, he froze at muffled movements coming from the other side of the house. Quietly, he sped in the direction of the noise, which brought him to the kitchen. Growling softly, he revealed his true vampiric face as he stalked, soundlessly, closer to the noises emanating from the room. With a roar, he leapt around the corner, prepared to do battle with whatever was lurking in his house…

And stopped cold.

There was no threat. Nothing was sneaking around, preparing to slaughter all of them. Instead, what he saw was something so shocking, he was paralysed for a moment.

Damon had Bonnie in his arms, her legs were wrapped around his waist and their tongues were doing a feverish dance. Quickly, he moved back into the doorway so as not to be seen by the couple; although, judging by the way they were going at it, there was a low risk of that happening. Damon placed her carefully on the worktop and caressed her face with his hands, gently, as if she were fragile. Smiling, Stefan turned away from the scene, feeling slightly like a voyeur, and proceeded to make his way upstairs to his room.

Damon finally got the girl.

A/N: well, look who's back! I know it's been ages and I know that this update was short, but I really wanted to leave it here. let's hear it for BAMON'S FIRST KISS! did I do it justice? I've started the new update already so it won't be too long, hopefully. I hope you enjoyed it, expect an update for 'Sometimes It Hurts Instead' pretty soon. have any of you read it? do you like it? sorry, I'm rambling, anyway, my apologies for taking so long on this but I literally lost all inspiration for this fic (I'm not even happy with this update) but I don't want to leave you guys hanging and I am determined to finish this story. I'll be including flashbacks to explain how Damon fell for Bonnie and vice versa. also, what is Rebekah up to?! please R&R (I've always wanted to say that, loool). until next time!