AN: Hey guys, long time no see. Right? It feels like forever since I last sat down and wrote something. Anything.

I just don't know what's wrong with me.

I feel like I forgot how to write. So yesterday I tested myself to see if that's the case.

I don't even know what to call this. It's to short to be considered an update. So maybe I'll call it a one-shot, though I don't think you can do that within a story.

But you know what, fuck it!

This is fanfiction, so I'll do what I please.

Just be prepared because this is very basic.

And to those of you who decide to review this pitiful little thing, thanks for the love.

Peace.

His touch was so different. How could this be?

Yet lying beneath him, it felt like she was with a total stranger.

Bonnie couldn't understand. She knew every intimate detail about this man.

But this side to him was foreign to her. He was foreign to her.

By no means was he hurting her, but he was being rough.

He was never like that with her before the compulsion.

Yeah, the two of them had fucked. Plenty of times. But it was never like this.

And Bonnie realized what was missing. It was his love for her.

It made her want to cry. Nothing about this showed love.

There were no tender kisses. His mouth was demanding upon hers every time their lips met. It was as if he was intentionally trying to take her breath away.

There were no sweet caresses meant to cherish her body, instead his every touch was meant to dominate. To overpower her. To make her feel small.

It didn't take a genius to realize that he was trying to prove a point to her.

And it was that HE was the one in control and that she was helpless against him.

But what had Bonnie freaking out more than anything was that her body was responding to this animalistic mating.

More than once she turned her face away in shame, biting down really hard on her lower lip and squeezing her eyes shut to stop herself from moaning out in pleasure.

But she wasn't fooling him. He knew. She could feel the smirk on his lips when he buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"I knew you would like it rough." She heard him whisper against her skin. "Naughty girl." He chucked lightly before placing a soft kiss to the love bite on her left shoulder that he'd given to her just weeks before.

So far, it was the only gentleness he showed towards her.

Bonnie tried to block out his words. She couldn't let him get to her.

She began to slowly slide her hand up under the large soft pillow beneath her head.

This moment was the only reason why she was allowing this to happen. And if everything went as planned, this whole ordeal would be over soon and she could go home.

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest though when his hand suddenly captured hers.

Bonnie's eyes flew to his face. Hers filled with a look of panic.

But all was good.

His blue eyes were filled with lust instead of accusing suspicion.

The tension left Bonnie's body.

He surprised her when he slid his fingers between hers, linking their hands together.

She looked deeply into his eyes, searching, trying to see if she finally reached him. The one who loved her just as much as she loved him.

The one she knew she couldn't live without.

And just as her, he seemed to realize the intimacy of the gesture and pulled away. Effectively putting an end to the small connection.

He surged his body forward going impossibly deeper inside of hers as if to punish her for his tiny lapse.

Bonnie couldn't hold the moan inside this time. It erupted from her lips.

Never in her life had she experienced anything like this.

Her nails dug painfully into his back, clawing down his skin and creating long angry red marks that healed just as fast as they appeared.

He loved it. Groaning in pleasure and the sound snapped Bonnie out of her own lust filled haze.

He was about to come.

He always groaned like that when he was close. This was her chance.

Knowing that he was more than distracted, Bonnie began to slide her hand back up towards the pillow, her eyes never leaving his face.

And she watched in absolute horror as his face began to change right before her very eyes.

This had happened only once before during an intimate moment but that time she wasn't lying trapped beneath him with his body thrusting into hers as it was now.

So many thoughts flooded Bonnie's mind all at once. What was he going to do to her?

Like never before, she knew he was capable of anything.

Fear seized her.

His fangs lengthened.

Bonnie reacted, grabbing a hold of the syringe she'd hidden underneath the pillow that morning and she jammed it into the side of his neck.

When he realized he'd been vervained, his face registered total shock. And then it dawned on him. All of this had been a complete set-up.

She'd played him for days!

He yanked the empty syringe from his neck and watched as Bonnie's eyes widened in alarm.

But he couldn't smell her fear. His body was already starting to shut down.

His face changed back to normal and the expression on it was different as he stared down at her.

He was looking at her almost, lovingly. And then he caressed her cheek.

"Hello beautiful."

Bonnie gasped. "Oh my god...Damon?"

He smiled.