Chapter 5: Alien Superstar

I'm too classy for this world Forever I'm that girl Feed you diamonds and pearls Ooh, baby I'm too classy to be touched I pay them all in dust I'm stingy with my love (unique) Ooh, baby, I'm I got pearls beneath my legs (U-N-I-Q-U-E) My lips, my hands, my hips I got diamonds beneath my thighs Where his ego will find bliss Can't find an ocean deep (U-N-I-Q-U-E) That can compete with this cinnamon kiss Fire beneath your feet, music when you speak You're so unique

Beyoncé

Once the girls finished their long island ice teas, which were known to pack a punch, they were all properly inebriated. Thanks to the pregame, the two shots and now the mixed drink, Bonnie was feeling nicely drunk. Not too much that the room was spinning but the perfect amount that she felt happy, light, and ready to dance.

With that thought in mind, she decided to pull her girls out to the dance floor.

Giggling after Bonnie made her suggestion, the girls went out to the middle of the main floor where the floor lit up and glossed their skin over with a purple haze. It was especially magical on Bonnie's warm tone and made her look ethereal. It was almost as if they stepped on the floor at the perfect moment because the song changed to the girl's current favorite, Alien Superstar by Beyonce. The mood was perfect, their outfits, the lights, the music, it seemed like they were in the middle of the music video. The lyrics that Beyonce sang added to the confidence that they were already feeling thanks to liquid courage and Bonnie put her well-trained dance moves to use. Elena and Caroline weren't too bad themselves and suddenly they put on a semi-choreographed routine once the chorus hit.

In synchronized movements, the girls formed a triangle with Bonnie at the center and Elena and Caroline at her sides. They put their hands out with vogue-like movements and then danced them in the air with the music. Their legs hit each beat perfectly as each note seemed to flow through their limbs. Despite being intoxicated, it didn't impair their ability to put on a performance.

The guys, who had moved to a table deeper into the crowd with their drinks in hand were lucky enough to get a nice view of their girls on the dance floor, and they were more than impressed. Stefan seemed to be the only one without his mouth on the floor, instead, he gave an amused yet still impressed look.

Twisting and turning, the girls danced, switching positions intermittently and hitting marks with the beat with practiced ease. At the bridge of the song, Elena dropped in a posed squat, Caroline did a back bend and Bonnie stood high on her toes while holding one leg up in a standing split. Within the span of a second and moving onto the next beat drop, Elena dropped into a split, Caroline posed with her hands on her knees, and Bonnie turned her back to the crowd posing with her hands angled high in the air.

When the song ended, the girls giggled to themselves, clapping and jumping around as the crowd cheered and hollered.

"Well, hot damn," Tyler stated, shaking his head. Getting a glance at Stefan he furrowed his brow, "Why do you look like you've seen them do this before?"

"Because I have." Stefan chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey.

Damon tore his eyes away from Bonnie's swaying behind to glare at his brother.

"The girls came over to my place a few times to practice. I swear they played that new Beyonce album a million times since it came out. Bonnie choreographed that whole little number they did."

Damon hummed in the back of his throat, deeply impressed. He knew his little Judgey could dance, she gave him the performance of his life during one of their sessions, but he hadn't realized she was good enough to make routines as well and teach them.

Suddenly, the music changed to a song Damon was familiar with, it was one that Bonnie had introduced him to and that he quickly fell in love with, listening to over in over, to and from work, at home, and working out. Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long's deep bass played, reverberating through the club to the point it almost shook the ground. A soulful and sweet voice played through the speakers starting the intro to the song. Damon finished his drink, lasering his eyes onto Bonnie only to find her already looking at him.

That was all he needed as he slowly made his way through the crowd avoiding everyone without taking his gaze off of her. Bonnie's neck slowly angled up. Even in her heels, she still needed to look up to him, it made an avalanche of protectiveness crash upon him despite knowing she could more than take care of herself. She was small but took self-defense classes since she was a child and her mother left. Her dad had to travel a lot for his job and demanded that she be taught in case she was caught alone with someone trying to do her harm.

He got a taste of those skills as well, during a session, she offered to show him after he mocked her delicate stature during one of their infamous back and forths with her threatening to kick his ass. Unprepared, she gave Damon a run for his money and laid him flat on his back. Hovering above his waist with her legs astride him, she pushed his chest back down to the ground when he tried to lift up and told him to stay down.

Every speck of blood in his body headed south and as the pole in his pants raised, visions of a white flag waved in his head.

Despite his arousal, he was no wimp and no longer underestimating her, he turned the tables on the small woman and flipped their bodies so fast that before she could blink she was under him. "How far down do you want me to go?" He'd asked brushing his chest against hers.

The feeling of their chests touching once again, brought Bonnie to that memory as well and made her squirm.

She couldn't get over how hot Damon looked tonight, he was always sexy but he was downright magnetic standing there in front of her. She couldn't take her eyes off of him for long, and when she did, she found herself looking for him not too long after. She loved being in his presence and she enjoyed the tingly feeling her gut got when his attention was on her. She wanted to soak it all up–him all up; he made her feel sexy and desired. Things she never truly felt before under a man's gaze. Or at least it was a feeling she never accepted, until now.

Hearing the song she'd made Damon listen to play sweetly in the background and noticing the couples that gathered on the dance floor, Bonnie wrapped her arms around Damon's neck and swayed her hips in time with the rhythm.

Damon didn't disappoint, his tapered waist wasn't just for show. He moved easily with her. Bonnie smiled, staring deeply into his expressive eyes before biting her lip. If he was this good, she wanted to try something else. The first chorus to the song hit as Bonnie turned around in his arms, she turned her back to his front, aligning their bodies as she helped aid his hands on where to touch.

Slowly, with a deep press of her hips to the song, she ground her ass onto him. The bass was deep and low, so her hips did just that. Bonnie was doubly impressed that instead of studdering and stopping against the beat, Damon went along with it as smoothly as she did. He moved his hips low and then ground them up with hers, taking the lead and guiding her with hands on her hips. Bonnie absorbed herself in the extremely erotic feeling and soon a sharp fire started deep in her gut, wetting the seat of her panties. It felt like they were fucking. Bonnie felt all of him, with the rocking of his hips against hers. Back to chest, his muscles contouring to her soft frame, the soft pliant flesh of her wondrous ass on his hard package. And he was definitely packing some heat down there, even she could tell you that despite having little knowledge about the male form. It was sensual and slow and added on to the fact that it was Bonnie's first time doing this with Damon, or any guy for that matter, she was getting turned on faster than a light switch.

Feeling turned on around him had become more than familiar after their first session when he activated her sexual chakra and then promised to never let her forget the feeling again. Once she discovered her feelings for him, it became a pulse that constantly thrummed through her veins. She had long forgotten to be ashamed of it and ever since she danced for him the first time, she had learned to use that desirous feeling as a guide to move her body in ways only her dreams could form. Now moving in that way in tandem with him, it created something even more beautiful that Bonnie wanted to explore. Discovering new sensual things like this with Damon didn't make her feel nervous or scared, because she trusted him so much, she just felt more confident and free.

He made her feel alive.

Throwing her head back with a stifled moan after the last undulation of their hips, Bonnie panted into the air, gripping the back of Damon's hair as he brushed his lips along her ear breathing then chuckling deeply into the shell. Her dress was hiking up dangerously, and Damon's hands had grown a mind of their own as one traversed the smooth butter-like quality of her thighs, and the other was high on her stomach. His hand was large enough to spread across from her sternum to her womb and Bonnie felt so feminine and womanly. The feeling made her incredibly aroused in a way that was indescribable. Zaps of pleasure shot up to her womb, she was damn near ready to ask Damon to brush aside the front hem of her thong that he kept 'accidentally' playing with and just sink his thick digits deep into her folds and inside her tight walls.

Soon, way too soon, the song ended, forcing Bonnie to pull away when the next song was some Techno-EDM remix of Party Rock Anthem by LMFAO. She had thought that song was played out in 2011. Her opinion hadn't changed.

Turning around to gather what he thought, all Damon gave her was a slightly amazed partly awed look.

Perhaps rolling with her abundant flow of confidence which was at a ten at this point, Bonnie didn't know what came over her but she was pulling closer to him and angling her lips up. With her hand on the back of his neck, there was no question as to what she was about to do.

Damon was more than ready. His heart was beating out of his chest, but he never wanted something more. He felt enamored by the way her lashes fluttered closed and her cherry red lips puckered.

"Bonnie, may I have a word with you?"

Just a breath away from connecting his lips with her lovely mouth, Damon watched as her pea-green eyes once more became visible. With a sharp breath, the warm-toned beauty pulled away from him and turned to the other man beside her who tried for her attention with his hand on her arm.

Damon felt a growl form deep within his throat, and a violent rage came over him that threatened to make him do something entirely too stupid. Despite the status of their relationship, he would assume that Bonnie wouldn't want him to hurt the boy.

He didn't care.

"Buzz off creep. You've been lurking all night not taking your eyes off of her like a true American Psycho and it's this close to making me barf and, or, call the police. I guess you didn't take the hint when she ignored your pathetic ass, but she's not interested." Damon delivered in this typical blunt and acerbic tone.

"This has nothing to do with you," Jeremy growled.

Damon got in the other man's face, nowhere near intimidated and quick to prove who would win if Jeremy tried anything. "Let me get something straight with you bricks for brains, you lost the right to make a claim on Bonnie the day you let your little pecker lead you astray. Therefore, anything you have to say to Bonnie you can say to me."

"Fuck you!" Jeremy yelled, making a grab for Damon's shirt collar but the man intercepted him, grabbing his wrist and twisting it backward until the younger man winced and cried out.

"Stop!" Bonnie yelled, pushing at both men's chests which had gradually started to crowd her in. Neither one of them had noticed that they were squishing her between them during their argument. "I'll go with you Jeremy, just get out of here!"

Jeremy ripped his arm from Damon's slackened hold.

"Bonnie," Damon hissed, looking down at the small girl yet ignoring her incessant pushing on his chest.

Bonnie huffed, just as frustrated as Damon was and she could see how much he was as she looked into his eyes. Softening her expression, Bonnie pleaded with him to understand nonverbally.

Damon's jaw clenched and his brows furrowed until his eyes were almost shadowed over. His rosebud mouth was pinched into a line.

"Come find me as soon as you're finished." Damon finally relented, turning away from the two exes and disappearing into the crowd that danced unabatedly.

Watching him leave, Bonnie felt the frustration that had sparked with the interruption of their almost kiss grow to a startling degree once her head turned and she brought her gaze back to her ex.

"Let's get this over with."

.oOo.

"What do you want Jeremy?"

Jeremy had led them to a relatively quiet part of the club. They were in a corner of the roof standing along a glass barrier that kept them from falling hundreds of feet down the building. The view was immaculate allowing Bonnie got to see the city lights and ever-reaching skyscrapers of downtown Charlotte.

Jeremy huffed, taking the obviously tart tone of her voice as a sign that she was already over their conversation and wanted to be back with her friends.

Back with Damon.

"Listen, Bonnie." Jeremy finally started, moving his head into her line of sight so that she had her focus on him. "I'm not here to fight with you or to make your night miserable. I just wanted to talk."

Bonnie scoffed, at his audacity to believe he could make her miserable again and at the redundancy of his statement. Wasn't the whole point of her coming over here for him to talk? Why did he have to rephrase it as if she wasn't already waiting for him to get to the point? "Then talk." She stated, voicing her impatience. Her buzz was starting to wear and the dancing bug she had in her veins was starting to die. As soon as she was done with this conversation with Jeremy she was going to find herself another drink and try to bring back the good vibes of the night.

They weren't just here to have a nice night out or forget about old exes that ironically kept popping back up. Midterms had ended and the girls got back their test scores. All three of them had passed their exams and Bonnie's GPA even went up! She was floating on cloud nine with a couple of days off from school and a long weekend to boot. She was that much closer to graduating and completing her degree. Jeremy Gilbert would have to try harder to ruin her night if he thought that was what he was doing.

Sighing, the tall, brawny man ran fingers through his hair, looking around for a second seemingly to gather himself before landing his soft brown puppy dog eyes on her. The Gilberts may not have been related by blood but they certainly had the puppy dog eyes down to a T as if it were genetic. However, Bonnie had become immune, especially after that was the first face she saw when she caught him cheating. For the second time…

"Bonnie I know what I did was wrong, but I want to make this work." He started, shifting his eyes between hers beseechingly. "Vicki meant nothing to me–"

"That's not what she seems to think." She snapped, remembering the taunts the woman made to her every time they had to work together at the coffee shop.

Jeremy furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Your carelessness and selfishness made you forget that I had to work with that bitch, huh? Did you even think about the embarrassment you put me through? How could you think I would get back together with you after that Jeremy?"

He had the decency to look shamefaced but kept going, "She doesn't. Honest. You're the girl I want. Fuck, I've wanted you since the third grade when you wore nothing but pigtails in your hair, leotards, and tutu skirts." He implored, voice full of emotion, "When you gave me a cookie during recess because Elena told you I forgot my lunch, not caring that the other girls were making fun of you for talking to a second grader, I knew you were the one."

Bonnie continued to listen although her face was nothing but skeptical.

"I fucked up, Bon. I love you and it makes me crazy sometimes. I'm stupid and I fuck things up. I haven't been the same since my parent's died and I don't want to use it as an excuse but you know how self-destructive I've been ever since then. I always ruin the things that are good for me." Jeremy moved closer to Bonnie, hoping the glimmer he saw in her eyes was compassion and love. He didn't know what he would do without her. She has been one of the only constants in his life since his parent's accident and he needed her. That became blatantly clear over the time that they'd been broken up. He turned into a slob, barely going to classes and partaking in weed a lot more than usual. Bonnie used to whip him in shape for his carelessness. Now that he doesn't have her, who was going to help him be a better man?

He brushed his thumb against her smooth cheek, cradling her face like he often liked to do. While admiring her beauty, he wished he could once again count the adorable freckles he knew she had hidden under her makeup. She really was too amazing to let go.

Watching her eyes flutter closed and her body sag into his hold with a small sigh, Jeremy smiled assuming she was finally coming around.

Her cupid's bow lips pursed before opening to form words. "I know that you've been sleeping with other women since I've been gone, Jeremy."

As if he were stung, Jeremy quickly stood back, snatching his hand away from his ex-girlfriend as her angelic face became stone-like. "And I know that you haven't stopped fucking Vicki, that you probably fucked her before you made your way here."

"Bonnie…I-I didn–"

"I don't want to hear it, Jeremy," Bonnie put her hand up cutting him off from his bullshit. "Even if that wasn't true, which I can guarantee it is, at least on you fucking other women part, I wouldn't want to get back together with you Jeremy. I'm over you." She shook her head, "And I told you this the last time we talked, but it seems like you don't want to accept it."

Growing angry, Jeremy couldn't help but snap back. "You sure are over me alright! How could you be all over Stefan's brother like that in front of me, Bonnie? Doing things with him you would never do with me like damn near kissing him in public, in the middle of the club!? I used to have to beg you for a kiss at home, tough chance you ever show me that kind of affection in public!" Jeremy scoffed, "And he just gets one out of nowhere? How long have you even known this guy, Bonnie? If I didn't know better I would think you were with him while we were together! I thought you were a good girl, that you had values, that's what I liked about you, but I see that you've changed! So much for you and Vicki being so different…"

"You know what, keep talking to me like that, and the last thing you're going to see is my behind." Bonnie hissed, teeth clenched and eyes like fire. Before Jeremy could say a thing, she made to leave, turning to let him see her back just as she promised.

"W-Wait!" A large rough hand grabbed hold of her arm, and Bonnie decided she was getting real sick and tired of him putting his hands on her. Snatching her arm out of his hold, she was stopped from walking away by his words.

"Bonnie, I'm sorry it's just...I'm jealous okay!" Bonnie looked into Jeremy's brown eyes, still seething with anger that he would dare try to imply she was just as easy as the girls he fooled around with. "I realize that was the point of all of this, so I can't help but feel worked up."

"What do you mean? Point of what?" Bonnie sassed, hands on her hips and her immaculate brow arched.

Jeremy sighed, shifting his stance and looking around as if it were evident. "Obviously you're trying to make me jealous, Bon. I get it, I fucked around and you felt hurt, now you want me to feel the same. I just want us to get back on track and put this all behind us. I love you okay? I need you." Jeremy looked deep into her eyes to make his point, moving closer with his hands open.

Bonnie closed her eyes while putting her hands together almost as if in prayer while letting a huff of air out of her nose. "Jeremy, let me get something very straight with you." The smaller woman started, getting close to him and staring deep into his eyes so he knew that what she was going to say was serious. "It's clear that you are selfish and deeply self-absorbed meaning this might be hard for you to understand so please take notes if you need to, but,…Nothing I did this whole night had anything to do with making you jealous. In fact, I barely thought of you after I saw that you were here." She let out a small laugh sardonically, "My relationship with Damon also has nothing to do with making you jealous. What I do with him, I never do with you in mind. When I talk with him, when I flirt with him, when I almost kissed him…and if I so desire, when I fuck him. You will be the last thing on my mind if you even make it there in the first place."

Jeremy had no option but to realize she was serious as she stared him down. Her words were freezing cold just like her eyes. "I may have loved you at one point, you were the first guy I gave my heart to, and you helped me during a rough time even if your intentions were selfish. You helped me open my shell, but Damon helped me fully come out of it. When I saw you tonight, I didn't feel hatred, or anger, definitely not love; I felt almost nothing. Just a bit of satisfaction that I had finally moved on…like you need to. Since you didn't realize it two months ago when I told you, and you didn't take heed of the threat I gave you after I took you back the first time, I'll tell you again. It's over Jeremy Gilbert. Now, have a nice night."

With that she turned away from Jeremy, so beyond him that she didn't even feel sick satisfaction from the hurt befuddlement on his face, she just felt satisfied that she was finally able to get that off her chest.

With a confident sway in her hips, that she saw got more than just Jeremy's attention, Bonnie rounded around the clubbers until she was once again at the bar.

This one was on a different side of the club and it had an underwater theme going on with the bar doubling as a fish tank. Exotic pretty fish swam within it as the bartenders tended to their customers. It was enough to distract Bonnie from not sensing the press of two female bodies until they were crashing upon her.

"Bonnie!"

"There you are! We couldn't find you for like, forever!"

Elena and Caroline were properly drunk as they danced up against her, doing the typical drunk girl 'woohoo-ing' and 'yeah!' Bonnie could only chuckle at them, jealous that she lost her high and making a note to quickly rectify that.

"Yeah, no thanks to you! Which one of you b-yotches invited my ex? He cornered me to talk." Bonnie pouted with her arms crossed, watching the shock come over Caroline's beautiful face and the shamed look that Elena made.

Ding, ding, ding, we've found the culprit.

"Lena!"

"Sorry Bon, please forgive me," Elena pouted pleadingly. "He overheard our conversation this morning and insisted that I tell him about our plans! I felt bad because he complained that you never pick up the phone and he made it seem like he just wanted closure!"

"Elena!" Caroline rounded her shocked now mixed with anger glare onto the brunette. "'Scuse me, but girl code number forty-five, 'never tell your bestie's ex where to find her,' and code number seventy-eight 'never ambush said bestie with said ex without their knowledge,' ever." She stated matter-of-factly with her finger waving in the other girl's face.

Bonnie could only arch her brow, lips twitching with amusement. Leave it to Caroline to know the girl codes front to back. She was probably the one who made them.

She was grateful that she said what she wanted to say to Elena, but she wanted to say her piece as well. "Elena, I love you and I know you only have the best intentions when it comes to me, but that was a real sucky thing to do. You know how Jeremy hurt me. Thankfully I'm over it, but I don't need you interfering."

"Yeah!" Caroline added, startling the girls with her loud voice and angry face. "I can't believe that jerk had the audacity to talk to you as well! He's such an idiot! I told him, if he dared to try to talk with you to get back together I would put my pumps up his ass, obviously he forgot about fifth grade when I kicked his ass for pulling your hair and teasing you because he didn't know how to properly say he liked you as a kid." Caroline billowed out in a huff, getting that all out seemingly in one breath.

Bonnie's brows got lost in her bangs.

"Hey," the brunette let out the famous Elena sigh and, "I'm super sorry Bonnie," the taller girl interrupted Caroline's moment of looking around them for a tall muscular brunette like she had a bone to pick, and planted her hands on Bonnie's shoulders to get her attention. "I love you okay? Jeremy's my cousin and he's family, but you're my sister and ever since we came out of the womb on the same day two months apart, we have been connected."

Bonnie's eyebrows furrowed up, feeling a sting in her eye. It sucked how easy she was when it came to Elena sometimes, but she couldn't help but love her.

"He's an ass, and he will regret everything the moment he realizes he worked so long for you to be his everything, only for him to be nothing to you because he's a selfish bastard. You deserve the moon, Bonnie Bennett. I'm sorry for ever telling you to take him back the first time because I hated seeing how broken you were when he fucked up the second time. This class you're taking has made you blossom, and I can see how happy and confident you've become. The next time I see Jer, I'm kicking his ass and I'll make sure he never messes with you again."

"Love you, Elena."

"Love you too, Bonnie."

With lips wobbling and eyes glossy, the girls hugged each other tightly. They were sisters through and through and that would never change no matter who was between them.

"Hey, what about me?!"

Elena and Bonnie laughed, pulling Caroline into the mix, and the girls held each other tight.

What they had was irreplaceable.

After that, Bonnie finally got her drink–well drinks since the girls did another shot and then bought a round of Sex on the Beach. The shot was a Blow Job, so that meant they had to hold their hands behind their backs then pick it up and throw it back with just their mouths. That drew a small crowd around them of horny guys, but the girls were too buzzed to care. They moved back onto the dance floor and danced some more.

After a few songs together, Elena got taken away by Stefan and Tyler and Caroline started dirty dancing. Bonnie didn't care though, her song was on, Only You by Ashanti–definitely a throwback classic and she was shaking what her momma gave her. She had long since recovered her dancing feet and was putting them to good use. Many guys had come up to her for a dance since she was hot, she could dance, and she wasn't shy– so why wouldn't they? But she turned them all down. In the back of Bonnie's mind, she was missing Damon, but outside of looking around the dance floor, she couldn't bring herself to stop having fun and dancing enough to look for him. The alcohol to her head was definitely rearranging her priorities.

"Aye, baby girl."

Bonnie turned, already rolling her eyes knowing it was another man trying to hit on her. She was hit on a lot before but it seemed like ever since she started doing and learning from her sessions with Damon, men just came out of the woodwork. It would be flattering if it wasn't annoying like it was now that she was trying to dance.

"Not interested," Bonnie stated, barely giving the 6'3, athletic-built, light-skinned black man a glance.

"Oh, you like to play?" The man chuckled, rough hands grabbed Bonnie's hips as she turned around, pulling her body flush against his.

"Get off of me!" Bonnie yelled, pulling his hands off of her but he wouldn't budge.

"C'mon baby, you know I'm the hottest mutherfucker in the club, just dance with me for one song." He whispered heavily in her ear. His breath was hot with alcohol and his arms were unyielding around her.

Bonnie scrunched her nose, breathing deep before bringing the knee of her right leg up and stomping down hard onto his foot with her heel. He'd asked for it.

"Fuck!"

"I told you to get your disgusting hands off of me." Bonnie glared at him haughtily before tossing her hair and walking away. She barely made it a couple of steps before running into a steel-plated chest.

Bouncing off of the granite-like surface, Bonnie rubbed her nose painfully. Thankfully saved from falling by a pair of cool, smooth, male hands, Bonnie started to glare once more. "How many times do I have to tell you guys to leave me alone?" Looking up from the black form fitted shirt and pale neck, Bonnie was hit with familiar pale blue eyes. "D-Damon…"

"Hmm, so you're cute and hardheaded, I'll keep that in mind." The raven-haired man tilted his head causing the strobe lights to glow around his healthy locks attractively. His eyes had been planted viciously behind her, probably at the man she'd walked away from, but after a second his pretty eyes drifted to hers, only slightly less dangerous. "Didn't I tell you to look for me after you were done talking to Germy, hmm, let's say almost an hour ago?" Damon widened his eyes for emphasis.

"First of all, Jeremy…and I got distracted…" Bonnie looked away from his gaze petulantly, idly thinking that after their conversation and the insulting accusations Jeremy threw around that Germy wasn't too bad of a nickname.

Damon smirked at her childish reply, not finding the behavior annoying like he normally would with any other woman. In fact, he found it quite the opposite.

"I see, I've been watching you all night. Nice moves by the way," Damon leered, not just referring to her dance moves but how she handled herself with the men that tried to press up on her.

Bonnie smarted, "If you knew where I was all night why didn't you just come to me?"

"Because, smart aleck, as I said, I told you to come to me first," Damon accentuated, eyes piercing. "You don't listen. You've been a bad girl, Ms. Bennett." He singsonged.

Bonnie glared, ignoring with everything in her the tremor of arousal that flooded her body from his salacious words.

"Luckily, I like that in a woman." Damon nudged, causing their bodies to sway, and forced Bonnie out of her annoyance with his mirth.

"Whatever, I'm tired of dancing. You wanna sit down somewhere?" She said eyeing the tables with chairs and couches that were filled with people. Her brow scrunched wondering how they were going to find a spot. Especially with the two of them.

"I have a better idea!" Damon didn't give her a second before pulling her behind him.

"W-wait!" Bonnie was a lot more tired than she thought and her feet were aching. The quick moves threatened to make her fall as she teetered behind him.

With quick reflexes, Damon caught her before she took a tumble. However, rather than letting her straighten herself, he picked her up bridle style instead.

Flashing a here-and-gone smile at the beauty, Damon ambled up some stairs, past drunk clubbers and the like, before going down a short hallway.

AN: Feels like I just updated yesterday, whoo, I've been so busy the last few days but I made time to post this and I hope y'all enjoyed!

Jeremy tried to make his case but I think the jury came back with a unanimous vote that he just all around failed. Bonnie is not taking you back sir, lmao. Hopefully this was good enough closure, but I could be persuaded to bring him back and give him and even better send off if you guys would like haha.

Seems like the Bamon moments are getting hotter, I wonder how for how much longer their interactions will stay PG-13? Hmm, maybe a lot sooner than you guys think, hehe.

Please anticipate the next update, it will be juicy!