Bonnie boldly placed her tiny feet smack-dabbed in the center of Damon's bare chest, cocking her brow and daring him to move them. He smirked taking hold of her right foot, bringing it to his mouth and kissed her cute little toes. His tongue skimmed across the ticklish flesh of her bottom foot and she squealed, trying to yank free, only for him to tighten his hold and playfully bite down on her big toe.

They were sitting at the kitchen table just finishing up breakfast. Stefan had yet to come home from his night out so they had the house all to themselves.

Each time Bonnie moved, her nightgown would slip further down her thighs and Damon could see her panties.

His hands began to slide down her smooth, soft legs. "Come sit on my lap."

Bonnie was finally able to pull free of Damon's grasp causing him to chuckle because for a minute there she was really struggling.

"No." She said, putting her feet firmly to the floor and sitting up, staring at him."

"Why? I thought you liked sitting on my lap." He said pouting cutely.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You're too much."

He raised a brow. "Oh, so that's it…I'm too much for you?"

He could be such a manipulative bastard at times. But he was her manipulative bastard. She decided to play along, just to see where this would go.

Her eyes briefly lowered between his legs before returning back to his face. Damon's dick involuntarily twitched in his pajama bottoms. He cleared his throat.

"Oh I can handle all that with no problems." Her voice was like butter and she wanted to pat herself on the back for being able to pull it off so smooth.

He smirked.

One, two, three.

"Then prove it." They uttered at the exact same time.

Bonnie knew he would say that shit! She fucking knew it!

Damon chuckled, scratching his head in that way that guys sometimes did when they knew they were busted.

"Jerk." She laughed, playfully kicking his leg with her foot.

He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he played with her left leg, moving it from side to side between his hands. "Then why not?"

She shrugged lightly, placing a small piece of cold toast into her mouth and chewing. "Because I know what will happen if I do…we'll end up having sex."

"And that's a bad thing?"

She nodded once, dropping her eyes.

"Why, you still sore or something down there?"

Her eyes snapped back up to meet his, her face heating up with embarrassment. "No, I'm not sore!" Pulling away from his hands on her leg.

Jeez.

She turned her body facing the table, biting down on her bottom lip.

He ran his hand along the back of her head, leaving it to rest lightly on her neck. "Hey, talk to me, Bonnie. What's going on?" He asked growing concern by her behavior.

She sighed, facing him once again. "I just don't want sex to be all that we're about."

Damon was confused and he looked it. "Wait, is that what you think?

She was silent, looking away.

He took hold of her face, gently forcing her to look at him. "Hey, you know that's not all that we're about, you little fool." He said, gently tugging on her hair. She bit the side of her lip, like she wasn't for sure. "Don't we talk and do things together?" He sighed heavily. "I mean I enjoy doing things with you in and outside of the bedroom. Hell, even when we're just sitting around the house doing nothing, it's still enjoyable because we're together. We love each other, Bonnie and if it was only about the sex then we wouldn't have that."

She knew Damon was right. It was just that Matt had said some things that got under her skin. But the thing was, he didn't know what he was talking about because he was an outsider looking in and didn't know the inner workings of their relationship and what went on behind closed doors, only she and Damon did.

She took hold of his hand and began planting sweet little kisses to the inside of his palm, causing Damon to close his eyes. She then got up from her chair and closed the small space between them, sliding up her nightgown so that she could straddle his chair.

Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck. "Per your request, Mr. Salvatore. I'm sitting on your lap, now what?"

Ooh, he liked hearing her call him Mr. Salvatore. He pulled her closer, his hands coming to rest underneath her bottom.

But things got cut short because Damon heard his brother walk through the front door.

He sighed. "Stefan's home." He gestured with a tilt of his head towards the back staircase. "Why don't you go get dressed?"

"Okay." She said pecking his lips before getting up.

He smacked her on the behind when she turned away and she retaliated by shoving him upside the head before running up the stairs giggling.

Stefan entered the kitchen moments later, heading straight to the refrigerator to get a bag of blood and he immediately sank his fangs right through the plastic.

"Rough night?" Damon asked, eying his little brother just in case he was still salty about last night.

When he was done, Stefan threw the empty bag into the garbage. "Yeah, it all went downhill after getting my neck snapped. So thank you for that."

Damon snorted.

"I take it Bonnie's home?" Stefan gathered, having heard her heartbeat in the house.

The older Salvatore reached over and grabbed a small piece of bacon from Bonnie's plate. "Yeah." He said, chewing loudly.

Stefan chuckled humorlessly.

"What?" Damon asked, quirking a brow.

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's nothing." But then he thought better of it. "It's just that she didn't even last a day of being mad at you, that's all…it's really amazing how she forgives you so quickly. You don't even have to work for it."

Damon's blue eyes sharpened on his little brother, his brows knitting together. "You sound jealous, Stef."

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Hey, I was just making an observation."

Damon got up from the table, grabbing his and Bonnie's plates. "Well why don't you try keeping your fucking observations to yourself, alright?"

The caramel haired vamp raised his hands. "Whoa, calm down brother. There's no reason to get all bent out of shape."

Damon's jaw was tense as he carried the plates over to the sink. This whole conversation wasn't sitting right with him. For a moment there he could hear jealousy in his little brother's voice and he didn't like it.

There was only one time in their long history together that the Salvatore's were interested in the same woman and it almost severed their bond as brothers.

Stefan watched his brother carefully. He could see Damon's mind working, gathering little pieces of information here and there and drawing conclusions.

And no sooner had the younger vampire thought it, he found himself being pushed forcefully against the wall with his older brother's hand wrapped around his neck and his fangs bared.

"What's going on inside that head of yours little brother? Do I need to be worried about you, huh?" He said, banging Stefan's head hard against the wall.

Damon had been gone for three months. And a lot could've happen over that span of time. Like his baby bro developing feelings for his girl, especially if he thought that Damon wasn't coming back.

Stefan didn't even try to defend himself, he just took the manhandling.

"What happened with Katherine will not be happening again. Those days of sharing a woman are over! Bonnie's all mine, you got that brother?" He practically sneered in his face.

"Yeah, I got it. Now let go of me." He edged out.

Damon roughly let him go, his face returning to normal.

Stefan straightened his shirt, his eyes never leaving his brother's face.

"Bonnie's nothing like Katherine, Damon. She's so in love with you that she doesn't even see anyone else. But she's going to get older, brother, and the shit you're getting away with now won't fly with her then. You're going to end up losing her and you won't have anyone else to blame but yourself."

Damon swallowed hard at his words, but then a quiet resolve settled over him. "Maybe, maybe not...but either way she'll never be free of me. Never. You can count on it." He said backing away.

Stefan remained still, watching him go.

Damon made himself comfortable at Bonnie's desk, using her laptop while he waited for her to finish up her shower.

Ten minutes later, she opened the bathroom door, flooding the bedroom with the sweet warm scent of vanilla. Damon inhaled deeply, swiveling around in the rollaway chair to watch her.

She entered the room with a clean white towel wrapped around her petite body, but when she saw him at her desk using her laptop, she stopped short.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just waiting for you to finish your shower."

Her brows rose. "Oh." She crossed the room over to her closet.

Damon frowned slightly. "What, you got a problem with me using your computer?"

He couldn't see her face because the closet door was blocking her from his view. "No, you can use it…after all, you bought it, remember?"

For some reason he didn't like the sound of that. "Yeah, I bought it for you. It's yours."

"I know." She said, walking over and throwing a really pretty long yellow Maxi dress onto her queen-size bed.

"Is that what you're wearing today?"

She looked up at him. "Yeah, why?"

"It's just really long. I won't be able to see your legs in that…put on some shorts, like the ones you had on yesterday. I really liked those."

She chuckled, picking up the dress and taking it back to her closet. She then pulled out a pair of white high-waisted shorts similar to the Levi's she had on yesterday and grabbed an orange cotton tee while she was there.

"Happy now?" She asked, holding up the shorts for him to see.

"Very." He winked.

She tossed the clothes onto her bed and went to grab a bra and some underwear out of her dresser drawer which happened to be next to where Damon was sitting at her desk.

He rolled over to her in the chair, sliding his hand between her legs. "Umm, you smell good." He said, appreciatively.

"Quit it!" She chuckled softly, pulling his hand away.

"Why don't you come sit on my lap, so that I can dirty you up again?"

She laughed. He was so stupid.

"Remember last night when you were all hot and sweaty, covered in dirt? You looked so fucking sexy." He said, turning himself on just thinking about it.

He placed his hand back between her legs, but this time touching her.

The bra she was holding dropped to the floor as she gripped the edge of the dresser for support.

She closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open as he worked her gently with his hand.

It didn't take long for her to get wet underneath his fingers and Damon could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and like always the smell of her made his mouth water.

She didn't even feel it when he undid the towel and it dropped to her feet.

His hand went to her waist and he pulled her to him, her eyes only snapping open when she felt herself being lifted onto his shoulders. Pussy all in his face.

"Damon!" She squeaked in surprise, frantically grabbing hold of the back of his head, for some reason forgetting that he was a vampire with superhuman strength and therefore wouldn't drop her.

But the fear of being dropped was quickly forgotten at the first swipe of his tongue over her warm, wet flesh.

Bonnie's eyes rolled back into her head.

"Shit." She groaned, gripping tightly to the back of his hair.

Afterwards, Damon watched Bonnie carefully. She was quiet as she covered herself with her robe.

"You okay?" He asked softly from behind her.

"Y-Yeah…I'm fine." She said, tying the belt together.

"I wasn't going to bite you Bonnie.

There was a moment when Damon was eating her that his face changed.

Yes, he wanted to bite her, but he knew Bonnie was nowhere near ready for that. Being viciously bitten by Lexi was still too fresh in her mind.

"I know that."

"Then why won't you look at me?"

She finally turned around to face him.

He caressed her face. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

She nodded her head, swallowing hard.

"I love you Bonnie and I would never hurt you that way."

She leaned trustingly into his touch, a single tear escaping from her eyes as she closed them.

But what'll happen if the day ever came that he didn't love her anymore, a tiny voice whispered softly in the back of Bonnie's mind.