**Considering this chapter is almost double of the others please forgive any extra mistakes. I wanted it posted two days ago but it was a struggle because it kind of grew far past what I anticipated. That said I hope you like I anyways. I am honored with all your favorites and comments. Thank you for them. :)**
Bonnie padded around her house shoes in hand, lighting candles and incense for calm while Caroline rattled off through the phone wedged between Bonnie's shoulder and ear. She stopped in her bedroom and lit the set of four multi colored candles her grams had given her, one placed in all corners of the room to represent the elements. Toddling back to the living room she finished up the few votives in there.
"You didn't have to go home alone Bon. Stefan and I could have taken you. Or Damon."
"That's what I was afraid of. After having it out with Scott and the crazed fondling between Damn and I, I just needed some alone time. Besides I took some perverse satisfaction that I snatched the limo and Scott is going to have to find is own ride home."
Caroline giggled in her ear. "I'm so proud of you. It's a good thing. Maybe Damon is rubbing off on you or just on you." More tinkling giggles sounded their way over the classical music bleeding through the phone.
"You have obviously had too much to drink." The green eyed witch teased.
"To borrow a phrase from a certain blue eyed devil, 'Not nearly enough!' I would be fine with ditching the champagne if you need a good friend to cry on." Sincerity cloaked the savvy blond's bubbly voice.
"I would never dare to pull you away from a spectacular looking Salvatore."
"Did I ever tell you that you're my fav? Speaking of Salvatore men, I don't believe I'm going to say this but you owe me details later. From the tiny bit you gave me it sounds like one of those smut books we 'borrowed' from under my mom's bed to read when we were little." Bonnie laughingly lit the last candle that set the living room with a soothing glow.
"It was hardly that. Ok maybe a little like that." They shared girlish peals of laughter. "But I'll talk to you about it later; get back to your party."
"Ok ok but don't forget you OWE me!"
"Fine Care I won't."
"And Bonnie."
"Yeh Care?"
"I love you. It's good to hear you happy. Damon… seems good for you."
Avoiding the Damon part of the comment Bonnie added. "I love you too Care and I want to see you happy. I'm glad you're finally letting Stefan in." There was a sweet silence between them.
"Nite Care."
"Nite Bon."
Bonnie meandered over to the couch pulling the pins out of her up-do. After plopping her shoes on the coffee table she slunk down onto the couch. The tomb like silence had moments of 'too' still, unnerving her. Thankfully the few moments with her longtime friend had been like a balm to her sole. Running fingers absentmindedly through the freed dark strands she remarked that it was about time to get a shorter cut again. Without the lift and curl pulling up the weight of the mahogany tresses, the strands now hung a little below her shoulders. It would probably appeal to Damon with the longer length. What a silly thought.
The cozy lighting and air infused jasmine helped to relax her a little more than was necessary. She needed to shower and go to bed before passing out still dressed on the downstairs settee. Would it really be so bad to just take a small nap, just a little one to revive her long enough to get clean and climb the stairs to her room?
A loud knock on the door brought a startling halt to the mind numbing lethargy that had eased around her. She sluggishly headed for the door hoping it would be Caroline and not a teed off Scott.
Damon lounged against the door frame clad in dark blue jeans, white t-shirt and signature leather coat. With his elbow bent and stance the view was very much like an old James Dean photograph - casual, sexy and unrepentant.
There was no smile on his face. No cocky babble. "Invite me in."
Bonnie stood there and owlishly blinked up at him.
"Let me in Bonnie."
There was a dark caress in his voice. Her knees shook a little as she backed up and open the door wider.
"Come in Damon." Even then a smile didn't break over his face; it was all granite angles and hollows kissed by the night.
"I told you this wasn't over. Didn't you believe me?" He hadn't moved from the plane of the door. His eyes raked over her like the best perfectly aged bottle of bourbon, gift wrapped and seemingly ready for his lips to touch, his body to engulf.
Bonnie took another step back releasing the door handle and fighting the tremble in her legs. She made the mistake of inhaling to calm her nerves; it drew his eyes to the rise and swell of her delectably displayed bosom.
He moved deliberately slow, pacing deceptively lazy into the house like he had been there many times. The moment his hand slipped into her hair he shut the door with a well-placed back swipe of his boot covered foot.
His kiss was precise, thorough, indulgent. He made it seem like he had no other desire then to indolently sup from her mouth. In actuality Damon's blood zinged through his veins, his body came alive just to touch her. He had been on a slow boil since he had left her on the balcony with what's his face. Tasting her had been too much and not enough. It left him jittery like supposedly crack fiends are to feel. He had been sidelined by Caroline grilling him about his 'intentions'. She was lucky he hadn't snapped the annoying golden haired pup's neck in front of everyone, including his smitten brother. However, Caroline was useful for some things. She had gotten a text from Bonnie saying she was on her way home (which she read out loud.) Fury had mixed with need when his quarry had managed to evade him.
He had driven home like a bat out of hell contemplating everything. He really was becoming Stefan. His mind rolled over the fact that she had a boyfriend buuut that never stopped him before, the fact that she was a friend, his best friend? He still wanted her. The fact that Elena lay sleeping - he still wanted, no, needed Bonnie. She had made her voice become his conscience, her smile his happiness and her body made it so that he had rubbed a hole right through the silk of his boxers. How had he never really noticed until recently that she was a walking wet dream?
Little sparks of pleasure throbbed from the brush of his fingers against her scalp and in the gentle tugging tangle of her hair. She moaned deep in the back of her throat. His other arm drew her nearer, pressing her full against him as he lowered his head and arced his chest to meet her short stature.
Bonnie slid her hands over the cotton of his tee. She reached where it met up with his jacket and she sloughed it off his shoulders and down his back. He released her just long enough for the well-loved signature accoutrement to plunk down to the floor.
Damon growled her name against her lips and he felt the plush cupid's bow of her mouth form a smile before he plundered those recesses again. Grabbing her by the pert round ass he lifted her and carried her up the stairs. Her legs locked around him, her fingers buried in his ebony locks, Bonnie knew she was lost.
He didn't set her down until they were two feet from her bed. He broke their kiss to slide off her dress, baring her down to the matching red lace bra, panties and garter underneath.
A wicked grin highlighted his face.
"How did you know where my room was?" She offered. Any excuse was good to distract from her near nudity.
Damon gave a rough grunt, frustration evident in the noise. "Do you really want to talk about my creepy ways at THIS particular moment?"
"I… don't want to talk at all." Bonnie tugged the shirt over his heads, found a way to unbuckle his belt before he entirely realized that Bonnie Bennett was stripping him. Before he could ponder it much she had a hand down his pants, fingers flexing possessively around his cock. It racked his body with unexpected pleasure, his lips parted on a strangled moan.
He couldn't, wouldn't, take his time like he'd intended. He was too far gone as the pad of her pointer swiped over the leaking head on an upward stroke from her soft grip. In a blink both were picked her up, dropped her gingerly on the bed before following down with a pained smile. Bonnie had the nerve to giggle. Damon had the nerve to join her in it. Instead of the humor defusing the sexual tension it simply wrenched it up another degree. The laughter tapered off. Damon ran the pad of his thumb over her still crimson painted smile. She teasingly sunk her teeth against the flesh of it. A gasp trapped tight in his lungs as Damon rolled over her, tongue seeking out to latch on one turgid nipple, then the other. His hips fit snuggly between her split thighs. Both of his pale hands splayed over the bronze skin, holding each delectable globe still for his methodical ravishment. His cool tongue on her heated skin made Bonnie squirm.
She slid one smooth leg up and down the side of his calve and thigh while watching him through half lidded eyes. She struggled and failed to hold back the little mewling noises triggered by Damon's lavish attention. Bonnie shifted under him just enough that his tip bumped against her wet slick cleft. Damon's answering grunt let her know that he was much like her, holding on by a thread. So like a good little witch or a wicked one, she did it again. The crown of his cock aided by the personal lubrication of her lust nestled right against her welcoming nether lips. Damon froze; his head landed between Bonnies impertinent breasts. Eyes pinched tight he spoke through clenched teeth. "If you don't stop I'm going to lose my finesse." The heat in his gruff voice sent a tiny shiver racing up her spine.
"Well we wouldn't want that now would we?" She purred with a feline taunt.
She could feel the answering smirk pressed to the skin of her chest before his fingers found their way to her cinched waist, glided over her hips, skimmed her athletic thighs then cupped the underside of her knees. He gave her a bit of an adjustment. His seven or so thick inches poised right at her entrance. Bonnie gulped a bit of air, all hilarity lost. His left hand came free of her knee, moved between her sopping pussy lips, testing her wetness. She was obviously more than ready. Using her juice he stroked his cock, bathing himself in her essence to make sure that there was nothing but toe curling pleasure to come. Having both tortured and slicked himself to be ready, he finally lifted his head . One last chance for her to change her mind and keep running. One last moment for him to finagle out of the situation, to watch her flee. He would eventually chase her down again. Subconsciously he knew if Bonnie pulled back now it would break him. He would gladly offer up his brain for her to fry so he could escape the pain her rejection would inflict on him.
Bonnie was wound tight. If he didn't slide home soon she was going to flip him over and take what she wanted, needed so desperately. The obstruction of his pause set her teeth on edge. He was staring her down, green eyes and blue battled, both daring the other to look away first. There was no one Bonnie would battle more than Damon, no one Bonnie would battle more for than Damon.
She loved him. Heaven, Hecate, whoever else help her, she did. The thought made her frantic. She clamped onto his shoulders swiftly and arched up into him.
Damon's relief soon gave away to euphoria then burning fervor. Keeping her eyes locked with his he slowly plunged into his Bonnie. His little Bon Bon was tight, silken, wonderfully scalding hot. Her intensity through her foresty gaze left him shaken. He was gratified to know she wanted to see him, know it was him.
Bonnie barely blinked, refusing to miss a moment of the possession his crystal gaze shined out at her. He was as hard as velvet wrapped in iron. And no way in hell was she looking away. When he bottomed out, hard pelvis to soft pelvis, both let out a ferocious cry of bliss. He stopped moving to let her body relax to accommodate his girth. He figured when her pointy heals dug high on his ass she was good to go.
On his next stroke Bonnie lost her will to keep her eyes open, the feeling was too sublime. Damon gave her a steady and deep pace that made her eyes roll back into her head. Not to be outdone Bonnie clinched her thighs tight and bucked up in time against him. He plowed into her, hitting all the right spots.
Damon upped the ante, groping her hips he lifter her enough that each push in hit her g-spot.
But Bonnie played to win. She folded up around him, nails sinking in and scoring down his back. Then began the kegel squeezes. Each integral flutter of her walls sent Damon cussing against her neck. Every one of his words were sinful yet complementary. He kept his face buried against the warm crook of her neck; he refused to show her the black veins surrounding his eyes. Each little bite of her manicure into him felt amazing but hell every time she pulsed around him he had to force down his release. No woman had worked his body over like that since he had been a human, a callow youth. With every thrust he could feel her core tighten, she was going to come soon, he just had to push her a little farther. The muddled sobs falling from her ruby mouth made it nearly impossible to hold out. It was a fight he had to win. It made him immensely happy that he was churning her up just as much as she was blowing his mind. He picked up the pace, started powering into her. Her response was to yell his name over and over. Apparently Bonnie liked it a little rough. The slight savagery was enough to shove his vamp face away so he could take her mouth again.
Bonnie was so close. Nothing had made her feel like this, tied up tight and yet so free. She had found a sort of Utopia but she wasn't going to fall into the border all alone. Compressing down on him as much as her inner muscles would allow, she rode the waves that were quickly cresting against every cell of her body. Finally they swept up over and all through her. Damon had the stamina for two more thrusts to prolong her orgasm before his balls drew up tight and he filled her up with his essence. He whispered her name like a prayer.
Small quivers vibrated through conjoined bodies, panting the only sound in the room. Damon contemplated the heavy silence that soon fell, braced for the uncomfortable talk he knew was on its way. What he got was Bonnie stretching languidly under him, peering solemnly up at him.
"You have ten minutes..to get…..ready for round two."
Damon smothered their mutual laughter with quick kisses.
"Who says I need ten minutes?"
She made a crack about his age then laughed some more.
Until Damon's intense thrust turned the amusement into needy wails.
Bonnie woke the next morning to stiff complaining muscles, sand paper eyes and a man's arm slung over her hip keeping her flush against his chest. She tensed, remembering what had transpired the following night. A speedy delicate glance at the clock stated it was 5:34am. No wonder she was so very sleepy. Although the siren song of the bed and the comfort of Damon's warmth called to her she pondered the best way to sneak out.
A tentative leg nudged toward the edge of the bed.
"Hmm. Ready for round six?" His arm constricted tighter.
"How long have you been awake!?" She grouched.
"Heh me? I've just patiently been waiting for the next bell to ring." He nuzzled his nose into the crown of her hair. "No woman has come around this quickly before." His hand roamed over the curve of her hip, desperately seeking the 'v' of her thighs.
"Damon I don't think…"
"That's right Bon Bon." Fingers crept closer still, "Don't think," one slender digit found its way to the already moistening destination, "Just feel." Knowing she wouldn't be as wet as he wanted as soon as he wanted, his smirking lips soon followed the trail of his hand so he could lick greedily as her swollen lips and clit…
Sometimes vampire hearing was great. Right now with a lush cuddly Bonnie Bennett curled up beside him, Damon loathed his abilities. His phone was buzzing repeatedly in his pants pocket and it hadn't stopped going off for a good fifteen minutes. Figuring it must be hellishly important he regretfully crawled out of bed. Pausing to spy Bonnie's slumbering form Damon took a moment to admire the pintsized beauty.
Aggravated he clutched the phone, recognizing his brother's name flashing on the screen. "What?" he snarled quietly, not wanting to leave the room unless he absolutely had to. He didn't want to leave his lovely witch.
"Are you listening to me?" Stefan whined.
"Not really. Couldn't whatever it is wait until a more manageable hour?"
"Damon it's one in the afternoon. Besides this can't wait. Are you coming?"
"Where?"
"For the second time, the Mystic Grill. I've got…"
Damon was happy to watch the peaceful rise and fall of Bonnie chest while Stefan droned on in the background. The sheet was seconds away from sliding off and exposing one tempting nipple.
"Unbeieveable!"
"Yeh?" Damon issued distractedly.
"I just told you that I've finally found a lead on someone who might be able to revive Elena and you can't give me your full attention?"
"Sorry… Yea I'm on my way. But Stefan do me a favor. Don't tell Bonnie." He pressed the end button and hurriedly got dressed.
Out of the thoughts swirling around one rang out. Bonnie as always had been true to her word.
He found notebook paper on her dresser and sketched a quick note, left it folded on his unoccupied pillow. He did something he had once never expected to come to pass, walked away from Bonnie with conflicted heavy steps.
The next time Bonnie woke up she was alone. It bothered her more than she expected. Pivoting so she could do something ridiculous, she tugged the pillow he had used close so she could catch the last traces of his scent. That was when she noticed the creased paper lingering in his head print.
His masculine script stood bold and stark against the white backdrop of the notebook. One line graced the page.
'Kathrine and Elena who?'