"Bonnie." Damon growled low and deep with a threatening stretch of her name. Foresty eyes snapped open wide in alarm. He was curled tight around her, his check pressed to her head. His mouth was close enough she felt the cool whisper of his breath against her ear as he spoke.
"If you don't stop rubbing your little tush into my aching cock you won't see a drop of food let a lone a whole pancake. I know you like to cause me pain but this is mean, even for you."
"Sorry" She whimpered, recent sleep putting a clamp on her vocal cords making her the word come out husky. But she couldn't stop, the dream had left her near orgasm. Arching her back she pulled the naked curve of her posterior along his hard ridge. There was no warning from behind. He pulled her leg back over his hip. The long stiff smooth rod slid eagerly along the new valley created by the adjustment of her thighs. She was far past wet as his thickness rested in the gap between her slickened lips. He gave a gentle but passionate pull back and thrust forward, using her open petal to nest against. The mushroom head pressed over her clit and sent a shiver along her backbone. The accompanying gasp from her lips fell like music to Damon's ears.
In a distant echo Damon heard a pair of nearing footsteps, could smell orange juice and toast. It barely distracted him from the feel of Bonnie's slick lips cupping him, from the little puffs of air she let out while his hands rubbed her hip, his pelvis rocked against the back of her. The beckoning call of her honey warmth holding him like a cashmere glove grabbed his attention. As good as it felt he anticipated the deeper sweetness of bottoming out in her. The steps were just feet away from his door.
"So help me Stefan if you let your little blond Terrier come in this room again you'll never find the body!"
Bonnie's lovely arching body froze in front of him and internally he called both his brother and blondie names for their timing, but called himself every kind of fool for opening his mouth and breaking the mood. Maybe they would have gone away had they stopped to listen to the tale - tale sounds ricocheting of the walls of his room.
"He can't tell me when I can or can't see my best friend! Besides Stefan I'm worried. She needs to east something and explain what the hell happened." Barked Barbie.
"Ever stop to think she might be hungry from something else Caroline?" Stefan derided darkly.
A dainty snort. "With Damon?!" She exclaimed then seemed to ponder in brief silence. "Oh crap with Damon... " She yelled the next part "Um come down to eat when you're ready Bon!"
Stefan's laughter trailed off as the two retreated the way they came.
The tableau of the bedroom eased into movement as Bonnie tugged the sheet tight around her and made a lunge for the very distant edge of the bed. Just how much space did the man need when sleeping? The vampire's cobra reflexes went into action, latched onto the sheet and left one mocha leg exposed to his lecherous gaze.
"Come on Bonnie." He whined, giving a quick yank to the 1000 thread count cotton.
"Do you want an aneurism this early in the morning?" She was pushing down the desire to giggle so she refused to look at him.
With a heartbroken groan Damon released the sheet, a long suffering sigh escaped just after it fluttered to cover the last of that tantalizing leg. Bonnie's compact body dropped off the edge of the bed. She cast a quick glance behind her, caught a good eye full of naked Damon Salvatore. His eyes ate her up and left her pulse firing rapidly. She should have been ashamed to admit that it took major strength of will not to take up the come hither look in his eyes, in the promise of his lean frame. She couldn't pull her sight away quick enough before seeing him shoot her a burning wicked wink.
"You sure you don't want to..."
"No!" She cut him off and stomped quickly to the bathroom, expensive white sheet dragging behind her like a train.
The pale soft material looped low over her back, brushing against her even softer tawny skin and dark locks tightened his stomach. As good as she looked with his bedding tied around her she looked much better out of it.
"Why are you covered up? We both know I have seen every beautiful inch of..."
A fast slam of the bathroom door sent Damon into fits of belly laughs.
"Someone's cranky when she doesn't get some!'
Behind the closed door Bonnie smothered a smile as the pink tinged of a blush rolled up over her apple cheeks.
Later at the dining table there was much giggling and laughter. The three vampires must have picked up the good mood of their favorite witch. To be alive and safe spilled over into her every action.
Food had been fixed then consumed in a leisurely pace while Bonnie had unloaded the events that had transpired with her attacker. The moment she has plopped down at the breakfast table and witchy-lit the single votive with a glance, the tenseness in the room had receded for everyone. She explained how for a few minutes vampire 2.0 had mentally locked with her while she/he siphoned her energy. It had once been a normal human woman named Callie who had played her boyfriend (a witch) Jeremiah like a fool. She had been caught with another man. As punishment Callie had been doomed to spend an extended life seeking others life forces or feel an aching gnawing hunger that was never satisfied. She would also live out her life trapped in the body of someone as unlike herself (who she loved most of all) as possible – a golden haired male. Jeremiah was dark and had a dark humor to match.
Cursed to have people be attracted to her and rendered powerless from such a potent smell made it easy to feed. Concerned as always in regards to self-preservation she began mauling the bodies. Time made life lonely for Callie and she began seeking a mate. Her x witch had thought of that. No matter how much a person was attracted to her they would never love and always leave her. Wanting to put an end to her existence of solitude she spent the last few years seeing the woman fabled to exist, mockingly spoke of in the last parting shot of Jeremiah.
Under the conclusion that she was one of a kind and now dead the conversation had ebbed to both Salvatore siblings taking about the inane things they did as kids. Occasionally Damon's jubilation would dim when talking about his father. Bonnie would rush to share a story about her and Caroline, then Elena. Despite the momentary haunted look Damon wore during her first story about her sleeping friend it didn't change the euphoric mood in the room. Singularly they came to realize it was ok to talk about Elena, cleansing even like shining light in a centuries long stagnant room. The banter didn't revolve around her, she was now part of a whole not THE whole. One of many beams to hold up a structure not the corner stone. Eventually the group grew stiff from setting in the kitchen chairs for over three hours so they adjourned to the living room.
Caroline took up a spot on Stefan's welcoming lap, Bonnie curled on her end of the couch, Damon took up space on his end. Talk of childish antics gave way to verbal combative fighting over the best movies in history. Sometime in Stefan's windy discourse on why books are far superior to the silver screen; Damon had chased Bonnie down to her end of the couch. He side butted flush against her back, his arm draped along the couch top beside her head while she faced away from him to look toward the blathering Stefan. Bonnie outwardly seemed oblivious to the closeness of bad boy Salvatore; inwardly she wished she had let him persuade her into breaking in his new bed. At this point it felt eerily naturel to lay her head down on is arm. So she did.
"Soooo is this," Caroline gave an insinuating flick of her hand toward the vamp-witch duo, "a thing now?"
"No." Bonnie chimed lifting her head from his sinewy bicep at the same time Damon gave a firm "Yes" and drew his lonely arm tight around her, gently crossing over and smooshing her pert breast.
Stefan and Caroline shared mutual implying smiles.
"What?!" Damon grouched. He was putting on a show because Bonnie had actually snuggled into his side. Her mouth might be saying no but her body and hopefully her heart was saying yes. It was hard to be his normal cantankerous self when she was falling into him.
"Sounds like you have some things to discuss." Caroline said.
"That would be none of your business blondie." Damon said with a smirk.
Bonnie changed the subject.