AN: Hello people, HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Sorry for the long wait, but I had another bout of writer's block. Only this time, I knew where I wanted to take the story but the problem was how to get there…if that makes any sense.

But anyway, here's what I came up with and I don't know if it'll be a hit or miss with you guys. I guess I'll find out in your reviews.

Well, *loud sigh* no sense in prolonging things any further.

Oh and heads up, very explicit language in the beginning.

Enjoy?

It was now starting to physically hurt every time they had to pull a part, putting a stop to things before they went too far and it seemed like lately things were starting to go too far every time Bonnie and Damon touched.

And for Bonnie who was so new to all this, she found that it wasn't enough anymore to just kiss and touch Damon.

She was craving that dick. Plain and simple, yet crude but honest.

And the only thing stopping them from taking that final step and putting them both out of their misery was Bonnie's fears.

She wanted the dick but she was also afraid of it.

Confused much?

Yes, she could touch it, stroke it, rub her pussy against it and caress it with her mouth but when it came to that python popping her cherry, that's when Bonnie Bennett started to panic and wanted Damon Salvatore nowhere near her.

How was it possible that she was ready to have sex, yet not?

She sat astride him on the living room sofa, clad in nothing but a bra and a pair of jeans, her shirt having been removed five minutes ago.

They had the house to themselves, and like usual whenever this happened the two couldn't keep their hands off each other.

It started off innocent enough with just kissing and light groping, but things quickly heated up with sharp intakes of breath, heavy breathing, hisses and moans as Bonnie and Damon teased, licked, caressed, and rubbed up against one another.

They were doing everything but sharing some skin.

And if Bonnie wasn't so afraid of his dick, Damon would have had her spread wide open right now, pumping into her, instead of getting blue balls by all this fucking foreplay and nothing ever coming of it.

But he would suffer for as long as it took until she lost her fear of being with him.

Bonnie began to unbutton his shirt, having every intention of being the one in control. She wanted to explore and taste him like he was always doing to her. Once she got his shirt off, Bonnie lowered her head and began to kiss Damon's neck and chest, licking his nipples and biting down not so gently, earning her a sharp hiss from his mouth before he was grabbing the back of her hair and pressing his mouth to hers, crushing her lips.

While Damon devoured her mouth, Bonnie's eager hands dropped to his belt buckle and unfastened it, making quick work of the button and zipper before slipping her hand inside and touching his dick.

Damon moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss as his head fell back against the sofa, his eyes falling shut. He swallowed hard at the warm feel of her tiny hand caressing his member. He got hard instantly.

Bonnie watched his face, feeling a strange sense of empowerment as she made him moan with pleasure.

The girl became bold.

She bit his exposed neck before whispering into his ear. "I want to taste you."

Damon almost busted a nut right then and there.

But being who he was, Damon quickly turned the tables on Bonnie.

The poor girl didn't stand a chance as he unhooked the back of her bra and slid the nude colored straps off her shoulders and down her slender arms.

His eager mouth immediately went for her, latching onto one plump breast, his moist tongue circling around her nipple before sucking gently and going to the other breast.

That busy little hand inside his pants paused as Damon worked his magic on Bonnie's body.

Shit. It felt so good.

Bonnie's hand abandoned Damon's erection as she braced her hands against the back of the sofa, needing support as worshiped her breasts with his mouth.

He held her so close to him, his big hands spanning her back, pressing her to him. Bonnie's head fell back and she moaned, her hands gripping the sofa.

She would never get tired of him doing this.

While his mouth remained busy, Damon got to work on her jeans, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. Bonnie had been slowly grinding her hips against him, teasing Damon but he was never really one for dry humping, especially after he got some pussy for the first time.

What was the point?

He wanted to feel Bonnie's wetness against him and smell her salivating arousal in the air but he could do none of those things while she was wearing those pesky little jeans.

So to ratify that, the vampire switched their positions on the sofa with Bonnie now lying flat on her back with him nestled between her parted thighs. She gasped a little at the sudden change in positions but when he trailed kisses down her body, her mind focused on that and she didn't even notice how inhumanly fast he'd removed her pants because she was too distracted by that wet tongue of his darting into her belly button.

Oh the things this man could do with his tongue. It was downright sinful.

Unlike with the jeans, Damon took his time in removing Bonnie's panties, peeling them off slowly and prolonging the moment. He licked his pink lips in anticipation and just like he knew it would, the smell of her arousal hit the air filling his nostrils and Damon breathed in deeply, taking her all in.

Without the slightest of hesitation or since of shame, gorgeous caramel legs fell open revealing the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. It was already slick and Damon knew by experience that it would only get wetter and more fragrant as he lavished his attention upon it.

He couldn't take his eyes off her, she was so beautiful.

Just recently, Damon had begun to penetrate Bonnie using his fingers to bring her to completion.

The only problem with that form of sexual stimulation was that Bonnie got incredibly wet, the wettest she'd ever gotten for him; wet enough to actually fuck. Make love.

It was a beautiful sight to behold.

Oh how Damon Salvatore suffered that night knowing how ready she was for him but not being able to do a damn thing about it because he knew without having to be told that even though her body was more than ready to be intimate with him, the rest of her was not.

It took everything in Damon not to take Bonnie right then and there.

It almost killed him.

And Damon couldn't put himself through that kind of torture again. And who knew, maybe he wouldn't be able to stop himself next time. No, he couldn't risk that.

So to keep his sanity, he forewent the finger fucking this time around and used his mouth instead.

Damon made her cum with his mouth but it took longer for her to climax because what Bonnie really wanted was for him to penetrate her.

After Bonnie stopped trembling from her quiet orgasm, Damon kissed his way back up her body but she had her face turned away from him, facing the sofa. He rested himself between her parted thighs and kissed her neck, torturing himself knowing that he couldn't bite her but still not being able to pull away from the beating pulse just underneath her skin.

Damon finally moved away from Bonnie's succulent neck and kissed her cheek and that's when he felt the wetness on his lips.

She was crying.

Bonnie had never felt this way about anyone before. She wanted Damon so much and yet she was still so afraid to take that final step of being with him wholly, fully.

The vampire sighed, resting his head against hers.

"Don't cry okay." He said, kissing her cheek.

Her small body slightly shook with emotion. "I hate being like this, Damon. I want to be with you so much but I'm scared."

Yes they'd talk about this but the fear was still there, alive and well, preventing Bonnie from doing what her body craved most.

It was so frustrating.

Damon gently turned Bonnie's head, forcing her to look at him. "Listen to me... when the time is right there will be no fear or doubt of any kind... everything will happen naturally and all you'll do is feel Bonnie. I promise." He said softly, gently wiping her tears away before leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth.

The girl reached up and touched the side of his face and Damon turned his head, kissing the inside of her palm and it was in that moment that Bonnie Bennett realized that she was in love with this man.

The weeks leading up to Christmas were really busy. Bonnie had to prepare for finals which were on the last two days of school before the holiday break, so the majority of her time was spent studying, along with completing other assignments that were due around the same time.

And just as Damon promised, he bought them a Christmas tree. He, Jamie and Bonnie went to the local tree farm in town and picked out a huge, gorgeous tree and the three of them spent the weekend decorating it, along with the rest of the house, even Stefan joined in on the fun after a while, not being able to resist.

It brought back a lot of good memories from when he and Damon were children and life had been so simple.

But for one person in the room, the whole scene was sickening to watch. Vampires decorating a fucking Christmas tree, what in the hell was the world coming to?

And it was all due to that little bitch!

Oh how Lexi was itching to snap her fucking neck.

But she couldn't do that without suffering the same fate, but knowing Damon Salvatore like she did, he would make her suffer horribly before finally ending her life.

As the blonde vampire stared hard at the caramel skinned girl who at the moment was smiling brightly up at Damon with love clearly shining in her eyes, the vamp realized that surely there had to be more than one way to skin a motherfucking cat.

Some days later, Bonnie got her period. It was the first time since being with Damon that she had it, so this issue had never come up before.

But Bonnie was feeling some type of way about him sharing her bed while she was on her cycle. Maybe it was because of her age but Bonnie didn't want him in her bed during this time of the month.

Bonnie knew she was being stupid, but she couldn't help how she felt.

This weighed heavily on the girl's mind as she went through her day at school,dreading the fight she and Damon were surely going to have once she told him that he wouldn't be able to come to her bed for the next five nights.

When she got home, Damon wasn't there and the girl was kinda relieved for the small reprieve.

He called her about an hour later to tell her that he wouldn't be home for dinner, that he wouldn't be back until much later. Bonnie asked him where he was and what he was doing and Damon chuckled, not answering either question but sing songing, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

But when he called her the little wifey before ending the call, a tiny smile formed on her lips.

When Damon got home that night, he found Bonnie's bedroom door locked.

The vampire frowned as he stood outside her room and knocked on the door. He heard her moving around inside, pacing if he had to take a guess, but all movement stopped at his light tapping at the door.

After a moment, he heard her approach the door, taking a deep breath and releasing it before turning the lock.

She only opened it a fraction. "You're back."

Damon snorted. "Um yeah." His eyes traveled above her head, looking into the room. "So what are you doing in there...why did you lock the door?" He asked, pressing his hand against the mahogany wood, intending to come inside the room, but she held firm to the doorknob not moving back which made Damon's brows knit together.

"Are you mad at me or something?" He wanted to know, thinking back to earlier when they talked on the phone.

The girl cleared her throat. Now that the moment was here, Bonnie suddenly found herself feeling embarrassed about discussing her period with Damon.

What the hell was wrong with her? Damon knew her body better than she did for heaven's sake! So why was this topic making her face blush.

"No, I'm not mad at you Damon…I was just thinking that I want to sleep alone tonight, that's all." She said, not being able to give him the reason to save her life.

Silence.

Bonnie dropped her eyes from his when Damon's stare turned into a glare.

His hand shot out so fast, reaching through the opening of the door that the girl gasped, moving back on reflex, but Damon grabbed the front of her robe, pulling Bonnie closer to him.

"Hey, look at me." She lifted her eyes to his. "What the fuck is this, huh...what's going on?"

Bonnie's eyes widened slightly and not because she was afraid of Damon but because a little flutter of excitement shot through her body at the intensity of his eyes.

Damn, he was good looking, especially when he was angry.

Okay Bonnie, get ahold of yourself; she admonished inwardly.

She smacked his hand and Damon knew to let her go. "Will you stop acting crazy...I just want to sleep by myself...can't I do that. Damn."

"Why?" He asked, a tiny tick playing in his jaw.

Okay, now this pissed Bonnie off. Why did she have to explain herself? If she wanted to sleep alone then that was her fucking prerogative! That should be enough. Case closed.

Bonnie's attitude only mounted. She tugged her pink robe back in place as her eyes narrowed at him.

"I don't need to explain myself to you Damon!" She hissed.

Damon had had enough with this bullshit. So being the bastard that he was, he pushed his way into her room and the petite girl stumbled back a little.

She glared at him and he smirked in return. "Oops, didn't see you there."

Bonnie rolled her eyes, folding her slender arms over her chest waiting to see what he would do.

He jumped on top of her bed, making the novel lying there bounce up and down. He laid on his side, resting his head in his hand, elbow pressing down into the soft mattress.

"You want to come join me and we can snuggle under the covers. I promise not to bite…at least for now, that is." He winked at her.

Bonnie didn't know why she wanted to laugh but she did. He could be so stupid sometimes.

Damon knew he was getting to her. Bonnie's face wasn't as set as before.

"Come here." He said patting the bed, his blue eyes smoldering.

Bonnie huffed in annoyance. "I'm not a dog, Damon."

This made him chuckle, but he corrected himself none the less. "Bonnie, will you come here please?" He said, looking her up and down in that sexy way he sometimes did.

The girl dropped her arms, reaching behind her and holding onto the doorknob with both hands. "No thanks, I'm fine right here."

Damon quirked his eyebrows. Fine, if she wouldn't come to him then he would go to her.

He got off the bed and swaggered his way up to her, his eyes playful with a sexy grin on his lips.

Bonnie swallowed hard.

Damon reached above her head, closing the door and when he leaned into her Bonnie thought he was going to kiss her but instead he reached behind her and secured the lock.

"Now, do you want to tell me what's going on here? Talk to me."

Bonnie had to look up at him because he was practically towering over her.

Damon stared down at her just as hard, thinking that she looked really pretty with all of her hair pulled to one side and cascading over her shoulder.

And he saw through the opening of her robe that she was wearing his necklace and he parted the lapels just a little bit more, wanting to have a better look.

The necklace laid nestled prettily between her two plump breasts.

Bonnie sure knew how to wear a fucking tank top.

Damon's eyes glinted as they lifted back up to hers and Bonnie knew what was about to happen but before his lips could descend upon hers, the girl placed her hand over his mouth.

"Not tonight." She said shaking her head.

Damon's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was a first.

The teenager sighed deciding to come clean and just get this conversation over with so that it never had to be brought up again, embarrassment be damned.

"Look, I got my period today."

Of course the vampire already knew she was menstruating having smelled her mouthwatering blood the moment he walked into the boardinghouse. Stefan and Lexi had been behind him and he almost didn't let them into the house but he did, but not before issuing a stern warning. The two vamps had no idea what he was talking about until they walked inside the house and both their gums began to itch from their fangs wanting to descend.

"Just don't inhale for the next five days and no one has to die." He'd told them, before vamp speeding up the stairs to his girl.

Damon chuckled as he caressed Bonnie's face, feeling relieved. "Is that all?"

The sensitive girl took this the wrong way, thinking that he was making fun of her. And Bonnie didn't appreciate it.

She smacked his hand away. "Don't laugh at me okay." She said walking away from him, her voice hard.

Bonnie stood by the foot of the four poster bed, her arms folded over her chest.

Damon turned around to look at her, his face becoming serious. "I'm not laughing at you Bonnie. It's just I thought something was wrong… so I'm relieved that it's not. That's all. I didn't mean any harm."

Bonnie lowered her eyes when he began to walk over to her. He placed his hands on her delicate shoulders, squeezing them gently.

And when she still didn't look up at him, he raised her chin with his thumb and index finger. "So that's the reason you don't want me to sleep in here with you tonight?"

She nodded her head slowly, biting down on her lower lip.

He smiled softly. "Bonnie, you do realize that I'm a grown man right. I know once a month women have their period and it doesn't bother me."

She gently moved his hand from her chin. "But it bothers me Damon… and until I go off my cycle, I want to sleep alone, okay."

He sighed, giving in after a short moment. He had to remember that Bonnie was young and there were still things she wasn't comfortable with and this was one of them, but hopefully in time, she wouldn't be so squeamish by such things.

"Fine. I'll go back to my cold, lonely bed and sleep there."

The girl exhaled. "Thank you for understanding." She smiled, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"Oh hell no." Damon said shaking his head. "Uh-uh…no. If I'm going to be banned from your bed for the next five nights then you're going to have to do a lot better than a fucking peck on the cheek."

Bonnie laughed, lightly hitting his arm.

Damon pulled her into his arms, hugging Bonnie against him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her fresh soapy scent.

These were going to be the longest five nights of his undead life, Damon thought to himself, closing his eyes.

Finals were over and the two week Christmas break was finally here. Bonnie was so relieved and now she could enjoy the holidays. This afternoon, she was going to take Jamie to the mall so that they could do their Christmas shopping and the boy was so excited, wanting to go that morning but Damon needed his car and wouldn't be back until after two. So while Jamie wasted his time away playing video games Bonnie took the opportunity to go for her run.

It was really cold outside but the girl didn't mind, having dressed in layers and was wearing a knit hat, scarf and gloves so she was warm as she ran through the park listening to the music on her iPod with beats by Dre on her ears.

She ran six miles before slowing down to a relaxing walk to cool down. Bonnie found that when she did this along with her stretching exercises, her muscles didn't cramp up.

The teenager was coming up on the path that led to a short cut through the park that would shave five minutes off her walk to the boardinghouse, so Bonnie made that left down the path when she got to it, completely taking her off the running trail where other people could see her.

She was really into her music, enjoying her walk, unaware of the male jogger who'd made that same left as she had, just a few feet back.

Bonnie had a few more yards to go before clearing the path when she was suddenly grabbed from behind, a cold hand snapping over her mouth as she was forcefully dragged into the woods.