Title: insatiable

Pairing(s): Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Stefan, Matt/Katherine, Caroline/Tyler, Jeremy/Anna, Elena/Loneliness, mentions of Bonnie/Jeremy, Damon/Bree, Bonnie/Klaus (One-sided), ect.

Summary: While recruiting Bonnie to join their road trip to Chicago to retrieve Stefan, Damon is lured into a trap set by a former lover and cursed to desire the one thing he believes that he cannot have, while Bonnie is caught in the crossfire.

Warnings: Non-Canon, Language, Slightly Dub-Con, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, etc.

Author's Note: Alright so I hesitated in updating this for two reasons. The first and main reason is my personal life is hella hectic at the moment and I have just been going through it, if I am being honest. The second reason is I felt like I was already getting flack about the direction the story was going in and I was only two chapters in. Which I feared would happen when writing for this pairing. At this point all I have to say is if the story is going the way you want it to or is not what you expected then don't read. While I appreciate feedback and even constructive cristicism when warranted, I am not going to change a stories direction because of a single review or a select few people. At the end of the day it's my story and I going to write it how I see fit. If you are looking for something different then keep looking or write in yourself. That being said, the majority of the feedback has been positive for this and while a bit overwhelming it is much appreciated. I hope those of you that are enjoying the story continue to do so and continue to leave reviews. Thank you and much love! In any case here's the update. Not really sure I liked how it turned out but it's moving forward. I will come back and proofread later! Maybe even delete because, meh….but in the meantime Happy reading!

part three ||overstimulation

"You were rushing to lick honey off a razor's edge."
― Haemin Sunim

Chicago, Illinois

Bonnie drove for the rest of the ride to Illinois. When they arrived in Chicago, they checked into another hotel near Gloria's Bar, not knowing how long they'd be in the city. Two rooms. Elena didn't comment as Bonnie and Damon moved their things into one room, but Bonnie could tell from the expression on her face that she'd wanted to. Bonnie was relieved to get a break from her and her silent jealousy and judgement.

After they'd settled Bonnie made contact with a few of the witches she'd met on the road. She gave them a description of Bree and the spell. "I'm putting everyone on notice," Bonnie told Damon, "If they find her or a counter-spell they contact me first. I know she has connections but she's not the only one."

"I'm impressed," Damon commented, "Still, are you sure you can trust these people. You trusted Bree and look where we ended up. Thanks to me, mostly. But, think about it. You might have connections, but Bree's been around longer. She didn't bring herself back from the dead. She had help. Whoever is protecting her, they're loyal."

"I get that but the Bennett name has more pull than I thought," Bonnie said, "Most witches I met were eager to make an alliance, so I doubt they'd be quick to betray that. If anything, they'd quicker use Bree as an in to stay in my good graces."

"I guess you got cocky over the summer, too," Damon smirked.

Bonnie shrugged. "And rightfully so," she said, "I'm strong, I'm the only witch who has come anywhere close to killing Klaus and I know more about what I'm doing now. Bree caught me off guard, admittedly. I wasn't expecting her. But I won't underestimate her again. This spell didn't turn out how she thought it would, so she doesn't know you or me as well as she thinks. With eyes and ears on the ground, this won't end the way she thinks it will either."

"Let's hope you're right," Damon said, and then, "I might have some connections of my own. I remember a few witches and vampires Bree kept in her circle in college. Plus, I had a few acquaintances of my own back then that might be able to help us sniff Bree out."

Bonnie raised a brow. "You have connections?"

"Is that so hard to believe?" Damon asked, "Do you really think that I was the only vampire back then that had the bright idea to loiter around a college campus and prey on pretty college girls."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "No, but seeing as everyone you've ever met seems to have had or presently has the urge to kill you or at the very least cause you bodily harm, I'm just surprised that anyone would want to actually help you out."
"Fair point," Damon conceded, "But it's worth a shot right?"

Bonnie nodded. "After what happened in the car," she said, "We need all the help we can get."

"I told you," Damon said, attempting nonchalance, "It was nothing."

Bonnie shook her head. "It wasn't," she said, "And we both know it. It wasn't just the car, when Elena interrupted us back at the other hotel you didn't sense her coming. That's dangerous, Damon. The spell has you so hyper-focused on me it's even cancelling out your vampire senses when it comes to everything else. What if it happens when there's a threat coming? What if it happens when we find Stefan and have to deal with Klaus? Klaus thinks Elena is dead so it's going to be me and you scouting this city for Stefan and we aren't going to get anywhere with you in denial about what's going on. You have to try to keep a clear head, whether I'm around or not."

Bonnie could tell even before he spoke that he saw her words as some sort of rejection. That the spell had twisted them somehow, because his skin paled and his eyes took on a lethal glint. "I didn't know my attention was so abhorrent to you. I'll keep myself in check."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Bonnie frowned, the repeated,"Just try to keep a clear head."

Damon stepped into her space and leaned down to whisper. "If you want me to keep a clear head, you may want to change out of that dress."

Bonnie glared. "I'm being serious, Damon."

"Fine," Damon sighed, "I'll reign it in the best I can. But don't forget I'm under the influence. So, until we find Bree or you find a solution, you're just going to have to deal me being completely and utterly distracted by your ass. Which…I mean come on…it's a nice ass."

"Damon."

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood," Damon laughed, "All work and no play makes Bonnie a dull girl. Lighten up. This is only a death sentence for one of us. You get dick out of the deal."

"First of all," Bonnie laughed, "Referencing, The Shining isn't doing you any favors here."

"I got you to laugh-" Damon started.

Bonnie interrupted. "Secondly, we need to save the playing for after we interrogate Gloria and try to convince you brother to come home."

"You think I'm going to snap," Damon sighed, "I'm not. Not yet, anyway. The spell is progressive. We still have time. But if you want, we'll take a beat. We dived into this pretty quickly and admittedly the spell will progress quicker the more you give in. So, for the sake of me not sending us into a fiery grave the next time I drive, we can keep the physical stuff to a minimum. For now."

Bonnie gave a sigh of relief. "Deal."

The next stop was Gloria's. Bonnie did end up changing into a different dress. One shorter and more revealing than the first. A black mini dress made of sheer material with lavender lace embroidered detailing.

"Okay, now you're just being a tease," Damon said, as she was putting on her heels.

"It's late," Bonnie responded, "We'll blend in better with the night crowd at the bar if we dress the part. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves in case Gloria can't be trusted. You should change too. I'm sure there's something in the stuff Elena bought in Atlanta and if there's not, there's plenty of places to shop. As for my dress…if this dress happens to give you a better view of my ass, consider it test. We need to know you can keep from being distracted in even the most tempting situations. You said you could keep your head on straight. So, prove it."

"Challenge accepted."

Damon ended up changing into a black button down and a pair of black jeans before they made the trip to Gloria's deciding to use a rideshare app just to be on the safe side. Damon's car was too recognizable and would alert Klaus and Stefan of their presence.

The usual night crowd was there, a few of the regulars recognizing and greeting Bonnie as they weaved their way through the crowd and over to the bar. More than one of the male patrons zeroed in on her and Bonnie gave Damon a warning look as he gave scathing glares to any man that so much as glanced in Bonnie's direction.

When they made it to the bar Gloria was behind it and acted surprised to see them, though, Bonnie had warned of their arrival.

"My headliner finally made it back to the windy city," Gloria smiled, glancing between Bonnie and Damon, "And picked up a stray along the way I see."

Bonnie raised a brow and Gloria tugged on her ear and looked around pointedly. Bonnie got the message and nodded. "You know I couldn't stay away for long," Bonnie said, playing along, "Did you miss me?"

"I did," Gloria said, "I even got you a present." She motioned to the barkeep at the other end of the bar. "Jimmy, watch the bar while I take Bonnie to the back. I'll only be a few minutes. If our…friends come back…tell them I be right back out. Don't let them try to come find me. You hear?"

The man gave a nod in response and Gloria rounded the bar. She didn't speak again until they made it into her office in the back of the bar and she closed and locked the door. "Sorry about that," she said as she turned to face them, "Klaus is back in town and well…you never know where he has ears. Your brother's with him," she said gesturing to Damon, "Bad combo."

Damon nodded. "I'm aware."

"Klaus saw the poster of you out front, Bonnie, and the pictures behind the bar from when you were singing here earlier in the summer," Gloria said turning her attention back to Bonnie, "Asked the band and they raved about you. He had that twinkle in his eye that he gets when he's sniffing out prey. I saw it in the twenties. He mentioned how powerful you are. Jimmy let it slip you'd been learning under me and others. Klaus said there's apparently more to you than meets the eye. He thought, you'd be grieving over your dead doppelganger friend all summer but instead well…you get my drift. He likes to keep a few witches in play and apparently Damon killed his last one. I'm not on the market at the moment and so…you watch out for that one. They'll be back in later tonight and as soon as he finds out you're here, you'll be on his radar."

Damon tensed beside her and she heard a low growl under his breath. "You don't have to worry about Klaus," Damon said, "I'm looking after her. He won't touch her."

"Excuse me if I don't trust a bespelled vampire with the last of the Bennett line," Gloria scoffed, "If I thought you cared about her in any genuine way, maybe. But if that was the case, she wouldn't have been risking her life to take Klaus down at your behest long before she came to my doorstep. This spell may have your mind all twisted now, but as soon as Bree breaks it, you'll be free, and Bonnie will in the line of fire again. And even if Bree disappeared for good, if Klaus wants something, he isn't going to let anyone get in the way. You included, spell or no spell."

Damon looked like he was ready to pounce. Bonnie might've objected to Gloria's assessment of the situation but a part of her thought the older witch was right, at least where Damon's feelings were concerned. She still wasn't sure that once the spell was lifted, any of this would matter to him in the long run. "I know better than to go near Klaus if I can help it," Bonnie said, "If he's interested in me, I'm sure it's passing. He wouldn't get far either way. I'm not Greta or any other witch he's wrapped around his finger before. That's not what we're here about. At least not at the moment. I want to know what you know about Bree."

Gloria frowned. "I told you over the phone," she said, "I had nothing to do with that mess she pulled. Threw away her second chance at life and for what? Him?" Gloria laughed, "Had I known I would've advised against it. Especially if I had known she'd stick you with him."

Damon scowled. "And here I thought when it came to me and Stefan, I was your favorite."

"I've always liked you better," Gloria conceded, "But this one here," she said gesturing towards Bonnie, "Is a progeny and much too good to be saddled with the likes of you. You may be cute, but you're still a vampire."

Bonnie interrupted the exchange before it became heated. "So, you weren't involved," Bonnie sighed, "Can you at least tell us where Bree might be hiding?"

Gloria smiled. "Like I told you," she said, walking behind her desk towards a bookshelf against the far wall, "I got you a present. As a sign of good faith."

She pulled one of the books and the shelf moved, creaking open to reveal a hidden chamber. Inside Bonnie recognized the figure chained and cuffed to the chair at the center immediately. Lee. Lexi's Lee. The same Lee that had lured her to Atlanta and Bree.

"Do what you want with him," Gloria said, "These rooms are spelled. No one will be able to hear his screams over the music. I'll even clean up when you're done."

Bonnie knew that the greenlight for violence was more for Damon than for her, and she almost condoned Gloria's words. Almost. Instead she looked Gloria in the eye and said, "Why go to all of this trouble for us?"

"For you," Gloria corrected her eyes narrowed, "My loyalty is to you. Don't forget that before you were under Bree's wing it was mine. I've felt your power. I respect your name. If things go pear-shaped I'm on your side. I'm wrapped up in this mess with Klaus. When the time comes, I might be in need of an ally."

Bonnie respected her honesty. She nodded. "Thank you. And I'll keep that in mind."

"Anytime," Gloria said. She left them to deal with Lee, shutting and locking the office door behind her as she went.

Damon moved to enter the room where Lee was being held but Bonnie grabbed his arm. She pulled him in until he was close enough to hear her and spoke in a low tone, eyeing where Lee glared at them both. "We might have to leave him alive," she whispered.

"No way in hell," Damon spat.

Bonnie glared. She put up a silencing spell of her own. Gloria's spell kept them from being heard from the patrons out front, but Lee was in the same room with them and a vampire besides that. The spell would keep him from hearing them until Bonnie was ready for him to. "He could lead us to Bree. Especially, if he finds out the spell didn't work in her favor. If he knows what's going on….which he more than likely does if Gloria captured him…then he knows what Bree's intentions were. Clearly, I didn't leave you to desiccate and he's going to want inform Bree of that. I'll put a tracking spell on him. You can rough him but a bit. You obviously have some aggression to get out and we can see if it'll get him to talk. But then…we'll let him go, he'll go to Bree or at least contact her to tell her what happened, and we'll have a lead."

Damon looked to be debating with himself a moment and then nodded. "Fine," he said, "But once we find Bree…I get to kill them both."

Bonnie opened her mouth to protest and then closed it. "I would fight you on this but to be honest considering our current predicament and the fact that they are probably never going to stop coming after you, or me to get to you now that it's clear that at the very least I'm good leverage, it's not a hill I'm willing to die on."

"You're more than good leverage," Damon said, he leaned down so close that Bonnie thought that he might break the no contact rule, but he just smiled, "You're, good leverage, with a nice ass."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. A part of her was relieved he hadn't said anything to stir up the feelings she'd been pressing down since they'd reached Chicago. Distance, she told herself. The banter was familiar, comfortable. The rest was coming on too fast and becoming consuming far too quickly. With Bree still out there and now Klaus lurking nearby, they both needed to keep a clear head about them. Spell be damned. It was for the best, at least for now. "Let's just get this over with."

:::

Damon found it ironic that the one time he had done the "right" thing, and let someone go instead of killing them like he'd intended, it'd come back to bite him in the ass. That was why the first thing he said to Lee as he pulled up a chair in front of the chair that the vampire was chained to was, "I should've hunted you down and killed you when I had the chance. The night we met."

Lee laughed without humor. "Funny," he said, "I was going to say the same thing to you. And you proved me right that night. Killed Bree the same way you killed Lexi. Murdered them both in cold blood, like the sick twisted monster that you are. I showed you mercy and you killed Bree in response. If I killed you, Bree wouldn't have died."

Damon gritted his teeth. "But the bitch didn't stay dead, did she?" he said, "My sweet little Bree came back to haunt me in more ways than one."

"She may be alive, but she came back wrong," Lee scowled, "She came back evil. Twisted. And that's on you too. She offered to bring Lexi back but…I didn't want her to come back, that way. She would've been focused on revenge like Bree, instead of the love we had together. I wanted her at peace. But you, you don't deserve peace. All you deserve is torment. So, I don't regret helping Bree. Not one bit."

Damon felt Bonnie walk up behind him. "Even if I got caught in the crossfire?" She asked. "Bree said that you had nothing to do with it. But that was a lie, wasn't it?"

"She wanted to protect me," Lee said, "The way I couldn't protect her, from him, the night he killed her. If we could have done it without touching you, we would have."

Damon watched as Lee's face softened, as he looked at Bonnie with something akin to remorse. The look changed as Damon reached out and wrapped an arm around Bonnie's waist. "You came in just in time, little witch," he said, "How do you want to play this? Good cop, bad cop? If you're looking for a place to sit by the way, my lap's available. Then again, so is my face. You take your pick."

Bonnie ignored him and spoke to Lee. "I know what he took from you," Bonnie frowned, "What he did to Bree. I'm sorry for everything you've lost. He's taken from me too. Hurt me. I get it more than you think. But this plan was flawed from the beginning. And doing this, isn't going to bring Lexi back or make up for everything Bree has lost."

Lee scoffed. "The plan may have been flawed," he said, "But it would've worked if you had played your part. Bree just knew you hated him the same way we did. But you're apparently as good at hiding your true nature as he is at acting on his."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bonnie scowled.

"You play like you're his victim. Acted like you didn't give a damn if he lived or died. But Bree read it all wrong. Read you wrong. When she'd found the spell, she thought it'd be so simple once you were faced with the choice between giving yourself to him and letting him rot in the aftermath," Bonnie opened her mouth to speak but Lee spoke over her. "You were supposed to leave him," Lee hissed, "You were supposed to let him rot! You know what he is. What he's done. Even more than I do. Probably even more than Bree. We were so sure that you'd walk away. That you'd reject him. The plan, everything depended on it. On you letting this asshole go mad. Finally, he would know what it was to lose something that meant everything and then he would die. It was so simple."

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest. "Well I didn't," she shrugged, "Had the urge to, if I'm being honest. But I mean, I've been through worse things than having to fuck this guy." She gestured to Damon with her thumb, and he winked. She turned back to Lee. "And you know me, I can't with good conscious let someone rot to death. So, I hope you guys had like a…" a deliberate pause, "you know…what's it called?"

Damon grinned. "A contingency plan." He supplied.

Bonnie snapped her fingers. "Right," she nodded, "A contingency plan. Because if not…I mean, not to be a bitch or anything, but you guys are like shit at being villains. You probably would've done better just killing him, really."

"True," Damon nodded, "Less spell work. Less planning. Would've kept you out of harm's way. Definitely, less of a chance at being chained to a chair and tortured."

"You two think this is funny?" Lee growled.

"A little," Damon nodded.

Bonnie sighed and then her face became serious. "No," she said, "It isn't funny. I get why you did it. Damon is everything you said. He's a murderer. He an asshole. He's a monster. And even though he's grown in maybe like a few miniscule ways in the year and change since I've known him, he hasn't really changed all that much. What has changed though, is…I kind of care what happens to this jackass now for some reason. And clearly, you know he's of the same mind when it comes to me or you wouldn't have involved me in the first place. All you've done now is make him obsess over me to the point where he went from being kind of pissed you got me involved to extremely pissed and that just means when he does find Bree her second death will go from being quick and relatively painless to slow and painful, even if she breaks the spell beforehand. Which I might've felt bad about but, you and Bree lost a lot of empathy from me when you roped me into your little plot. But if you're cooperative, I may try to convince him to go with the former when we do find Bree. And we will find her. With or without your help. But I can promise you it'll be way less painful for you if you decide to offer your assistance."

There was a clear threat in Bonnie's tone and stance. Outwardly, Lee was stoic, but Damon's senses picked up on the tell-tale signs of fear. "So," he said, "Are you going to help us or are we going to have to do this the hard way."

Lee looked at Bonnie. "You were supposed to be one of the good ones," he said.

Bonnie laughed. "And yet you still had no problems leading me into a trap," she said. Bonnie's hand closed into a fist and Damon watched as Lee's body seized up and he began to scream. "You feel that?" Bonnie said, "It's a spell I learned from Bree. Don't think she suspected I'd be using it on you, though. Feels like your body is burning from the inside out. Like you walked out into the sun. Don't worry. It's a mimicry of the pain. An echo. You can feel it, but nothing's really happening. It's all in your head. It isn't nice having your head messed with, is it?"

Damon pulled Bonnie into his lap then. "I don't know about you, Lee," he said, "But I'm really turned on right now."

Bonnie released him from the spell as quickly as she had cast it. Swift. Effortless. Lethal. No nosebleeds. No strain. Damon wasn't lying about being turned on.

"Where's Bree?" Bonnie demanded.

Lee took a breath. "I won't tell you," he said, his voice strained, "But you know that. And about that contingency plan…Killing you, Bonnie, would be the best bet wouldn't it? The only thing worse than dying of rejection would be losing something you know you could have. That you wanted so much that it drove you crazy and right when it was in your reach, rip it away completely. I should know that more than anyone. I lost my humanity for Lexi. Became a vampire so I could be with her forever and right when that eternity was in our reach. Just like that…it was gone. If anyone deserves to feel that loss, it's Damon. If I weren't tied to this chair, I'd make him feel that right now. Rip your heart right out of your chest like he did to Bree. See if his face looked as devasted as mine did when I heard about Lexi. I'd do it slow and make him watch."

He was trying to get a rise out of Damon. He knew it and Bonnie knew it. And it worked. He was out his own chair in a flash of movement. "That was the wrong answer," he said, and then his fist came down on Lee's face again and again. He moved so fast his hands were blur as he pummeled him, the threats against Bonnie playing over and over again in his mind. He smelled blood, sharp and coppery, and he kept pounding. Heard Lee's screams that turned to grunts, then gurgles as he coughed up blood. He was blind to it all, to everything besides the fact that this piece of shit had had the gall to threaten Bonnie.

She watched in stunned silence as Damon beat Lee until he was unrecognizable, not finding her voice until he reached his hand into Lee's chest. "Damon, wait!"

Damon ignored her, his eyes meeting Lee's dark ones. He was a mess of blood, bruises and swollen flesh. "If you miss Lexi so much," he hissed, "It's time you two love birds were reunited. Give her my regards." When he ripped his heart out, Damon felt a grim sense of satisfaction. The threat was gone, his mind supplied, Bonnie would be safe. At least for now.

The satisfaction was short lived. A moment later as he dropped the heart on the ground, he turned to Bonnie and saw her eyeing him, a look of disgust and horror on her face. But it was surface. An outward expression to mask something dark underneath. Something that her eyes couldn't hide, the lust from before, the desire was still there and now burned again anew.

Damon opened his mouth to call her on it, but Bonnie grabbed him and dragged him out of the hidden chamber, through the office, and shut the door behind them. Her hand gripped the sleeve he hadn't even realized he'd rolled up as she pulled him through the bar, weaving through the oblivious dancing bodies. She looked around every few moments and Damon suspected she was trying to make sure they didn't run into Gloria or worse, Stefan or Klaus.

They ended up in the women's bathroom. A few ladies were milling around at the sink when they entered. One startled at the sight of the blood on Damon's hands and Damon wasted no time compelling them to leave.

Damon walked over to the bathroom sink and washed the blood off his hands as Bonnie watched the last of the patrons clear out. His shirt was dark enough to hide the stains, so they could get away with loitering around and looking for Stefan a while. Gloria had promised to clean up, and so, as far as Damon was concerned, even though they weren't any closer to finding Bree, things weren't going so bad. At least one threat had been eliminated.

"You just had to kill him, didn't you?" Bonnie hissed, when they were alone.

Damon laughed, shaking his head. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Pat him on the back. Tell him no hard feelings. Buy him a drink and shoot the shit about all the people he cares about that I've killed?" Damon turned off the faucet. "He threatened you."

Bonnie crossed her arms over her chest. "Which he wouldn't have done if Bree hadn't told him about the spell and if he hadn't known what I am to you now," she sighed, "He admitted being involved. We could've gotten more out of him. But no, you played right into his hands. Proved him right. That you're the monster he made you out to be. What was he going to do Damon? He was chained to fucking chair?"

"Yeah," Damon frowned, "And your plan was going to be to let him go as soon as we were done with your little Bonnie and Clyde routine. For what? So, he could lead us to Bree? Bullshit. He said it himself, the second we let him go, he would've gone after you. It was either kill him now or later. What difference did it make?"

"I can handle myself. I didn't need you fighting my battles for me before and I don't need you doing it now. This spell didn't change that," she said, "Before you got your hands on him, I was doing just fine when it came to the whole torture and interrogation thing. And I don't even have your experience, so I damn sure didn't need your help. If he came at me when unchained him, I could've had him on his knees with a glance."

Damon glared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror before turning to face her. "You're right," he growled, "you can damn well handle yourself. Especially, after taking your grand little witch tour all summer and yet...you did nothing. Nothing from your old bag of tricks and certainly nothing from your new bag. You know my mind is full of you." He tapped the sided of his head with his finger pointedly, "Every moment, every minute, and every second. When we walked through that bar and all that shitheads were ogling you, I killed them in seven different ways in my mind before you even glanced in my direction to warn me to behave. That asshole not only tried to kill me long before you even had the displeasure of encountering him, but he led you into a trap. He threatened you with me standing right there. If I was willing to kill those idiots trying to get your attention in the bar for less, what the fuck were you thinking I'd do to him. You knew I wouldn't just sit there and let him threaten you. You could have shut him up, could have incapacitated that weak little shit with a thought. Wouldn't even have strained yourself to do it. But you didn't. You waited...you let him go on and on about killing you. Let me hear it, picture it and just sat there. You were testing the waters. You wanted to see what I would do. To him. For you."

"You're wrong," Bonnie shook her head. "I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't risk someone's life just to-"

"See how far I would go?" Damon laughed, "Just to see me rip someone apart just because they had the fucking nerve to even say they'd harm you in any way. Had the fucking nerve to threaten your life with me standing right there-"

"And how many times have you threatened me, Damon? Will you listen to yourself? I don't belong to you," Bonnie yelled, "This isn't you. It's the spell talking. You said you could tell the difference, but clearly you're wrong."

"I'm not," Damon shook his head, "You are. Wrong about yourself. Wrong about who you are now. About how you would react. The old you might've been appalled. Might've gotten up on your judgy little high horse to look down your nose at me. Might've set me on fire and put me in my place. But this new you, the you that agreed to this little arrangement, the you that heard me talk about all of the dirty filthy things I want to do to you and didn't flinch or pull of way. That you. That you, gets off on this. On me being willing to get blood on my hands for your sake."

"Fuck you," Bonnie said and turned to leave.

But Damon was on her in a flash of movement, grabbing her arm and slamming her into the bathroom counter. "I could, you know," he said, moving into her space, "I could fuck you right now. And you'd love it. My mouth on you. My hands. My fingers inside of you, knowing they were just covered in Lee's blood. His blood that is on your hands too. You didn't save him. You just watched while I pummeled him over and over and over until he was nothing but flesh and blood and pulp. You watched, knowing, the longer I'm under this shitty spell the greater the likelihood I'd do it to someone else and for less. You'd give in, knowing it'd get worse once you did. Knowing what a monster I am. Knowing it could lead to more bloodshed. Knowing that the more I want you, the more you let me have you, the more control you'd have over me. Over what I do."

His tone was taunting, intentionally provocative. "Does it make you feel powerful, Bonnie? Does it make you feel good?" The slap that followed stung, but it wasn't surprising. Damon didn't flinch as her hand came across his face. He stared her down, waited for an answer. "Is that all your got?" He spat.

She didn't even have to lift her hand to give him aneurism. No gesture was need. Just a glare in his direction and the blood vessels in his brain popped and he hissed in pain, held his head, but stood his ground. "I was stupid," Bonnie spat, "A fucking idiot to think that this could ever work. I should just let you die, like Bree planned. Like Lee said. Just let you want and want and want until you go crazy and rot."

Damon laughed again. He was right. She wouldn't be so emotional, so angry, otherwise. He grabbed the back of her neck, squeezed, and yanked her forward until their faces were inches apart. "Do you really think I'd ever let you abandon me? No. I'd come you. I'd hunt you down. And you'd love every second of it. You'd fight me but you'd love being my prey. Do you really believe you'd let yourself leave me? No. You're too much the martyr. Even now, with everything you've gone through. Everything you've learned. Too much the sacrificial lamb. You'd fuck me even if you hated me. But you don't. Do you?"

Bonnie glared. "Yes. I do. I hate-" Before she could get the words out, Damon was kissing her, smashing their mouths together. It was sloppy and angry. Bruising. But good, so good as she opened her mouth to him.

He pulled away, kissed down her neck in a quick flurry of movement. Mouthed at her breasts through the thin material of her dress. Ignored her words as she spoke. "Damon," she said, urgently, "We can't. We said distance. Touching to a minimum. This isn't what we'd agreed on."

"Like you really give damn. You said you stop if you wanted to. So, stop me." Damon rolled his eyes as he pushed up her dress.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie's gaze shot between Damon and the door.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He grinned as he revealed a pair of black lace panties underneath. "I was serious about you sitting on my face."

Bonnie attempted to push him away as ripped her panties off in one swift movement. Her eyes widened. He noticed however, she wasn't using her powers to stop him, so her protests rang hollow. "Anyone could walk in," she said.

"Who gives a shit?" She was already wet in spite of her protest. He could scent her arousal as he dropped to his knees fully. "If you're that worried about it, then do a little juju. That's what magic is for."

Bonnie looked down at him, her expression deadpan. "I highly doubt my predecessors created locking and boundary spells with the hopes that'd I'd one day use them to hook up with a homicidal vampire in the bathroom of a seedy bar."

"Then don't use them," Damon shrugged, "If someone wanders in, they'll get a free show. Like I said, who gives a shit? I doubt it'd be the first time."

He looked up at her, his eyes challenging. She glanced toward the door one more time and then hiked her dress up further, he took it as a greenlight. A moment later he was lifting her up and throwing her legs over his shoulders. Her body trembled even before the first hot swipe of his tongue. All protests died on her lips as he teased her center with lips and tongue.

He reached a hand up to squeeze her breast but found her hand already there. He opened his eyes and watched as she touched herself, pinching her nipples as rocked her hips in time with his tongue. No bra. Good, he thought, it'd make it easier to get his mouth on other places later.

His hand sought her mouth instead. He hummed in approval as he she sucked his fingers into her mouth. She moaned in response, and the sound was enough to show him that his imagination hadn't done her justice.

He pulled away, kissed the inside of her thighs. "Damon, please," she whimpered as his fingers left her mouth.

This was how he'd wanted her for so long. Coming undone. Begging. Wanting. It was intoxicating, the sounds she was making. His name on her lips. Her losing control. His mouth was on her again, a moment later, his hands moving to spread her thighs wider as he tasted her again.

When she came Damon buried his face deeper. Sucked hard on her clit, his tongued continuing to lap at her.

She moaned his name. He continued to lick and suck, needing to hear it again. Louder. The second orgasm came shortly on the heels of the first, wetness and warmth once again flooding his tongue. He needed more.

"Damon…I can't…," she whined. It was too much, too soon he knew. But it wasn't enough. She tugged at his hair hard, sharp and painful. Made a vain attempt to push his head away.

He ignored her, fingers and nails digging into her thighs not bothering to reign in his strength as he spread her thighs wider forcing her legs apart with his shoulders. Even as her hands fumbled to push him away, she lifted her hips from the countertop, continuing to fuck herself on his tongue. He growled his satisfaction, his face drenched in her wetness.

He pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue. The third orgasm came slower, harder. She screamed, squirting warm and wet, dribbling down his wrist. He moved forward again licking the wetness from his own fingers and then slipping his tongue inside her again. Bonnie attempted to pull away and Damon forced her legs open again, his tongue moving inside of her, against her skin until he'd licked her clean.

It was dizzying. Addicting. The taste of her sweetness. Her floral scent, the salt of the sweat on her skin. The trembling of her body as her legs clenched around his head. He could do this for hours if she'd let him. Days. Weeks. Though, even in that moment, her telling him to stop, wasn't making much difference.

When he finally pulled away, he still wasn't sated. But that couldn't be helped. It wasn't something to be expected anymore. It would never be enough. Not with the spell and this was only the beginning.

He kissed the inside of her thighs again, his grip loosening, shifting. He wasn't surprised to see the bruises he'd left behind, purpling imprints on her skin in the shape of his fingers. Sharp indents where his nails had dug into her skin, hard enough to bleed in some places. He wanted to leave more marks behind. Whatever it took to brand her as his.

He bit down on the inside of right thigh, drew blood without the aid of his fangs and lapped at the wound greedily. He tendrils of the spell began to warp his mind, his thoughts becoming even more full of Bonnie than they already had been. As impossible as it seemed, shifting from what he could do for her to what he could take from her. The hardness pressing uncomfortably against his jeans insisting that he do just that. Take and take and keep her screaming, and moaning, and wanting until her thoughts were just as consumed by him.

Her fingers stroked his hair, and he closed his eyes. Listened to the hammering of her heart, the blood pulsing through her veins. All his senses were full of her. Taste. Touch. Sound. Smell. And still he wanted more.

She looked down at him, eyes glazed over and her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe. She leaned back against the bathroom mirror, her grip his hair going slack. He'd done that. Reduced her to a quivering mess. No words, just lust and desire. For him.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

She opened her mouth to answer, huffed out a breath and then settled on nodding.

He licked his lips, still tasting her. "Did you like it?"

She swallowed. Another nod. "That was…," she murmured, but couldn't seem to find the right words.

"You belong to me," he whispered, "You said you didn't, but you do. If you didn't before…you do now."

Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair. "There' s no point arguing with you when you're like this. We'll see how you feel when this is all over."

Damon kissed the inside of her thigh. "I know how I'll feel. You're the one that's going to need convincing." She looked skeptical, proving his point. "Stop thinking so hard. If you're still able to think, I didn't do my job right."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You did your job fine and you know it."

He grinned. He slowly, carefully pushed her legs from his shoulders. Her knees buckled as she attempted to stand. He tugged her dress down and lifted her hips until she'd once again settled comfortably on the countertop.

He kissed his way back up her body. She shook steadily against him, her breath coming out in harsh short huffs. He stopped at her neck, allowed his fangs to descend, bit down. Hard. He enjoyed the hiss of pain that left her almost as much as he'd enjoyed her moans and screams of pleasure. Loved the taste of her blood. Sweet. Salt. Copper. He pulled back admired the bruising scar he left behind. Licked the remaining blood and frowned as the wound began to heal. Knew she'd come back to herself enough to use her magic to heal herself.

"Leave it," he said.

"And if I don't?" She asked, her voice a hoarse whisper. Still worn from her screams, and yet still she challenged him to the bitter end.

His hand shot to her neck, he squeezed slightly. "Leave it," he repeated, his tone sharp, a warning.

The wound healed enough to stop the bleeding, but the mark remained. She kissed him then, hard and thorough, her tongue exploring his mouth and tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She'd taste not just the wetness between her legs, but the tang of her blood. She shuddered and Damon had the urge to spread her legs all over again. "Then I get to mark you too," she said, her voice still rough, as she pulled back.

He didn't protest as her hand gripped his neck in the same spot. He couldn't deny her anything, even if he wanted to. But he didn't. The pain hadn't scared her away and so he took the pain she offered as well. A whispered spell left her lips and his flesh began burn beneath her palm. Her powers caused the burn to throb even as she pulled away. He welcomed it.

Bonnie blinked, stared at the mark she left behind as if it had been put there by someone else. "I don't know why I did that."

"I do." Damon looked into the bathroom mirror over her shoulder. Grinned as he saw the mark red and angry against his skin. Being what he was, it would heal eventually, but whatever spell she used he expected, it would slow the healing process.

It made sense he supposed. They'd been hurting one another since the day that they met. By now pain between them was almost a way to show affection. The burn branding his skin felt like a kiss. As she leaned forward and pressed her lips to it, he'd be damned if he could tell the difference.

Bonnie pulled him forward. Kissed him slow and deep. Pulled back quicker than he would've liked and said, "I don't hate you."

"I know." He took her hands in his, used them to guide her arms around his neck.

She bit her lip. "No one's ever. I mean…I've never…" She gestured aimlessly between her legs. "I mean Jeremy and I have done things. But it wasn't…That's never happened before."

"I know." Damon said his tone smug, though he didn't like the mention of Baby Gilbert even if it was to say he was better by comparison. Bonnie shoved lightly at his chest and he chuckled, low and dark before his face turned serious. "No one's ever going to touch you like that but me. Not before. Not after." His tone was matter-of-fact.

Bonnie stared at him, wide eyed. "This is insane." She whispered. He wasn't sure if she was talking to him or herself.

"I'm not done with you yet," he said.

"You already failed the no touching test," Bonnie smirked.

"Supremely," Damon agreed.

"So, what now? We're just going to say fuck it? Pretend like this isn't a terrible idea?"

"Are you going to pretend that you're not going to go along with it either way?" He shot back.

Bonnie bit her bottom lip and then, "No."

"Even if it makes me worse?" He pressed. It would. It wasn't a question. Not really.

Bonnie nodded. "Even if it makes you worse."

He smiled again at the marks he'd left behind. He took her hand that was now gripping the counter to steady herself. He brought it up to his lips, sucked her middle and index fingers into his mouth, worked his tongue around them. "Then get on your knees," he ordered as he pulled back.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow but hopped off the counter and did as she was told. It was a choice he knew, the releasing of control to him. It wasn't a small thing. He wanted her all the more for it.

She unbuttoned his jeans and then her hands found his zipper. She pulled it down slowly, careful of the hardness pressing against it. He movements stopped and she glanced up at him. "You're seriously going commando?"

"I was hoping I'd get lucky." Damon said. There'd might've been more humor in his voice, but seeing her there, on her knees, at his feet, was distracting.

"Idiot," she said, and then she was taking him into her mouth, hot and wet and perfect.

Nothing his mind had conceived compared to the feel of her lips around him. Of her mouth. Of her tongue. Of the feel of power thrumming beneath her skin as one hand held the base of his cock, stroking him as she swallowed him down, torturing him with teasing swipes of her tongue. The other hand trailed its way up his body and snaked under his shirt, her fingers tracing the muscles in his abdomen possessively. Then he felt the burning sensation again against the skin of his stomach as she branded him once again with her powers, marking him, claiming him.

Her hand dropped from his base, the muscles of her throat relaxing, her hands moving to his hips, pulling him forward, begging him to fuck her throat. "God…," Damon groaned. His hands found her hair, tugged, hard and painful as his hips bucked forward. She looked up at him, her eyes knowing. Knowing what she was doing to him. Knowing that the more she gave, the more control she had. Even in her submission, she was somehow the one in power. Even on her knees on the cold hard floor he was more hers than she was his. He'd kill for her. He'd die for her. And she fucking knew. "You love this," Damon murmured, "You fucking love what you do to me."

She whimpered, hummed and it was almost his undoing. In a flash of movement, he pulled back, and pulled her to her feet. Her mouth opened, but before she could speak, her spun her around, her back flush against his chest as she faced the mirror.

His eyes met hers in the mirror as his hand trailed under the skirt of her dress. She pulled it upwards. Hitched up the skirt for him even as he spoke. "Look at you," he said, fingers trailing up her inner thighs, until he reached her folds, "On your knees for me. Wet for me. Begging. Where are your morals now? Your judgement? Your principals?"

It had played out in his mind this way many times before. He'd asked the same questions as he pounded into her. She hadn't had an answer then, in his imagination. But now, now she looked almost amused as she met his gaze in the mirror head on.
"You sure you want to ask me that right now?" Her hand gripped the counter and his he worked his fingers into her. She was so wet. So hot. So ready for him. Her eyes were hungry, darkened, as she stared him down in the mirror. "You'd be dead if they weren't taking a back seat."

Her words gave way to a moan as he worked his fingers into her. She pushed her hips back against him. Closed her eyes. Whined as he shifted, his fingers slipping out of her. Maybe they were gone. Maybe whoever she had become over the summer didn't have them anymore. Damon didn't really give a damn. The way she'd changed. Bree's spell. It was all working out in his favor either way. "Open your eyes. Watch. Watch what I do to you. Don't look away." Her ordered, clear and concise, his voice low in her ar.

She opened her eyes, moaned as his cock pushed into her from behind. One of his hands gripped her hip, fingers digging in, bruising as the other hand wrapped around her throat. Her voice was strained as she let out a string of curses in a low murmur that she usually reserved for reading spells.

Using his legs Damon spread her thighs wide, watched her face as he eased into her. Her pupils were blown out wide and he understood. More than understood. He felt drunk with it, as he eyed her on display for him. Perfect ass pressed against him. Breast spilled out of the top of her dress. Pussy warm and tight and wet, the hot stretch easy, perfect, fucking beautiful as he slid home.

He leaned forward, kissed her shoulder, licked the salt sweat of her skin. Bit down. Tasted her blood again. His hand moved from her throat, yanked down the front of her dress. Cupped her bare breast, thumbed her nipple until it hardened against his hand.

"Damon…fuck, come on," she cried, and he began to move. He felt possessed. There was nothing soft about the way he thrust in and out of her over and over. The high, the fucking euphoria of it, made it almost impossible for him to be gentle. He could feel her magic come alive, the bathroom lights flickering and the mirror rattling as he pounded into her. Hard. Fast. Hot. Perfect. His fingers dug into her hip, clenched around her breast. Her breath hitched with every roll of his hips, and Bonnie cried out, using the mirror for balance as her back arched, and her hips rocked back onto his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Damon had never been so grateful to be what he was, as he began to feel a sort of sensory overload. The combination of the sweet earthy black currant taste of her blood still lingering on his tongue, the way she moaned his name, over and over, the tingle of her powers, and the slick sound of him filling her just too fucking good. Taste. Sight. Touch. Sound. It all came together like a fucking symphony. It was almost too much.

He didn't have to remind Bonnie to keep her eyes opened. Her gaze stayed on the mirror. On his face, his eyes on her. On where their bodies met. She looked intoxicated, enthralled at the sight, one hand on the counter, the other flat against the mirror.

His thrust became more erratic. His clothes rumpled, sweat pooling on his skin.

This wasn't how he'd planned on taking her for the first time. Wasn't the first fantasy he'd planned on making a reality, but fuck if it wasn't perfect. He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers and she keened. Her eyes stayed on them, watched with lust and fascination, breath coming out in hot huffs and fogging the mirror glass. She reached a hand her between legs, her fingers feverishly working her clit. "That's it, little witch," he groaned, "Come for me." And she did, with a shout and a low whine, on command, as if she'd just needed the permission.

His hips stuttered as her walls tightened around him. He came hard, with a groan and Bonnie's hand slid against the mirror glass as his body sagged against her slightly.

Damon pulled out slowly. His body felt relaxed, felt heavy, but not entirely sated. His hand left her hip, tugged the skirt of her dress back down, gripped her hand that had been between her hands by the wrist and brought to his mouth and licked her fingers. Her body quivered at the warm swipe of his tongue. He pulled her fingers from his mouth, laced his fingers through hers

He kissed her shoulder, her neck. Listened as her breathing returned to normal. As her heartbeat settled in pace.

Bonnie squeezed his hand and then let go. She slowly stood upright and pulled the straps of her dress up. Sighing, Damon adjusted his own clothing, zipping and buttoning his pants. Bonnie murmured some sort of incantation and he felt suddenly clean. He looked down at himself and then at Bonnie. They looked as put together as they had been before the encounter, as if it had never happened. The only evidence of it being the marks still on Bonnie's body and her handprints burned into his skin. Damon wasn't sure how he felt about that.

"Maybe locking spells weren't meant to be used for sex," he said, "But you can't tell me that at least that spell wasn't intentionally post coital."

Bonnie shook her head, laughed. She cleared her throat as she turned to face him. Her hands framed his face and she pulled him down into a kiss. He went willingly, opened his mouth to hers. Her tongue slid against his, slow and sensual. She pulled back too soon for his liking. Leaned up a second later and brushed her lips against his softly, teasing. "We should go," she said as she leaned away.

He agreed but didn't like that he couldn't read her expression. But they'd have plenty of time to talk later. Leaving was the best idea. They'd been lucky so far but now that the high he was on was wearing off slightly he didn't want to chance anyone walking in on them. His mind had once again warped and the idea of anyone seeing her vulnerable, seeing her soft and post coital was even making him homicidal. No one was supposed to see her that way but him.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow at him. Studied his expression. "Promise not to kill anyone on our way out?"

Damon rolled his eyes. She'd read him. Of course, she had. "If everyone keeps their mouths shut and hands to themselves and you take down the next threat yourself or take me down if necessary then we won't have a problem."

"It can't all me on me, Damon," Bonnie frowned. "This spell has its effects, I get that. But you said you'd try to control yourself. And now that we've…"

"Fucked," Damon supplied.

"Yes," Bonnie huffed. "It's going to get worse and if you can't handle this, this early in the game what's going to happen if it takes us longer to find Bree?"

"I can't make any promises," Damon said, "But there are a few ways you can keep me distracted. Help me keep my violent urges at bay. At very least, give me something else to do with my hands." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and Bonnie laughed

"What the hell have I gotten myself into?" She sighed.

"You love it," he grinned and then his face became serious. "I don't want to put this all on you."

"I know," Bonnie nodded.

"I'll try harder." He promised. He wasn't sure it was one he could keep. Not with the way he was feeling. Not with his thoughts warping even as they spoke.

Bonnie frowned. Looked away from him at the far wall and then back again. "I'm scared," she admitted when she finally returned her gaze back to him.

Damon raised a brow. "Of me?" He questioned.

Bonnie gestured between them. "Of this." She licked her lips. "I've never done anything like what we just did. I didn't even think I was capable of…or would be okay with the pain. But with the pleasure it felt…" Bonnie swallowed. "I was feeling everything all at once and it was like…heady…almost like…"

"Euphoric," Damon offered.

Again, Bonnie nodded. "I didn't recognize myself for a moment. When I looked at us in the mirror. I felt like someone else. But also, I felt like more myself at the same time. Does that make sense?"

Damon smiled, nodded. "I'm not the most insightful guy-", he started.

"Understatement of the century," Bonnie interrupted.

Damon ignored the cut in. "But I've been around awhile. So, I know that whenever you unearth something in yourself that you don't expect, it feels like that," he said, "When I was human I felt this sense of unrest and I couldn't what it was until…after Katherine. I changed. Not necessarily for the better but once I learned what she was, I became fixated. Every time she revealed something to me or unveiled something in me...something dark, it was like that. Even if I get now that what we had wasn't love. Wasn't real for her. She changed me. Brought out things in me that I don't think I would have been capable of if we hadn't met. If hadn't become what I am. I'm not going to lie and say I don't like the idea of influencing you that way." He wasn't speaking about manipulating her or hurting her. No. He wanted to bring out the darkness that she kept buried underneath the surface. "It's not like you don't have an effect. So at least for you it isn't one sided."

Bonnie stared and shook her head. "I…we need to reverse the spell," she rambled, "This can't…We can't…I already feel like I'm losing control and I…this isn't what I expected. I don't know what I expected. But it's getting this…this fast…I…we need to find Bree."

Damon leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "Let me let you in on a little secret, witchy," his lips brushed the shell of her ear, "Now that I've tasted you. Now that I've seen what I can do to you. Now that I've heard you scream my name…reversing this spell won't get rid of me."

Bonnie shook her head again. "Listen to the things you're saying already. Look at the things you're doing. I'm not just questioning whether you can handle this. I don't know if I can. This isn't going to affect you like it is me in the long run. Once the spell is lifted then you'll be free of me and I'll be left to deal with the fall out. You say that you'll still want me now, but-"

"And I mean it," Damon interrupted, "The question is, do you want me to still want you? Will you still want me?"

Bonnie looked away again. "I don't know. It's easy to go along with this when there's a excuse for it but once the spell is gone, it'll just be me and you and….I don't know."

Damon sighed. "This is too much thinking to be doing right now," he frowned, "We're supposed to be enjoying a nice post sex buzz. Then we're supposed to get back to then hotel so we can enjoy more sex. No more having serious conversations in a bathroom. Now let's go."

"Fine," Bonnie laughed. She traced his lips with her index finger. Pressed her hand over the hand print she'd left on his skin. "But I need a minute," she said, leaned forward, moved his shirt aside and traced the outline of her fingerprint with tongue, "Please."

He closed his eyes. The way that he was feeling, he doubted that he they would make beyond the parking lot before he had her again. They would have to take another Uber back and he was ninety percent sure there'd be some damage to their driver's back seat when all was said and done. "I want you, again. Now. So, unless you want me to bend you over this countertop again-"

"Yeah?" She asked, her tone teasing. "You're really that gone for me, huh? Already?"

"Bonnie." A singlemindedness had settled upon him, and he couldn't see past the moment. Past her. The way she looked. The way she smelled. The way she moaned. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast again and again. Until she screamed loud enough for everyone in the bar to hear her. Until everyone in that godforsaken shit hole who had been eyeing her since they'd gotten there knew that she was his and no one else's. It was either that or it'd be more than Lee's blood on his hands by the end of the night.

He kissed her, arms wrapping around her and hands fisting in the material of her dress in a way that rumbled the fabric and undid Bonnie's spell work.

"Damon," she giggled as he pulled away, her tone teasing, and then, "You were right. I like having this effect on you." She tugged his bottom lip between her teeth, swiped her tongue over it before pulling away again. "That's what scares me the most. Having power over you. You wanting me. Does something to me. It's kind of terrifying and I don't know if I want to run from it or…" Bonnie ran her hands down his chest and then wrapped her arms around his neck. She moved in to kiss him again but stopped as the bathroom door opened, and another couple was suddenly stumbling in.

Damon growled as his eyes snapped from Bonnie to who he'd have to kill and was surprised to see his brother and some blonde he didn't recognize. It was clear that they'd come in with the same intentions that Damon had where Bonnie was concerned if their tongue wrestling was any indication. Stefan's shirt had been torn open and the blonde was scratching down his chest leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

Bonnie moved to remove her arms from where they'd wrapped around Damon's neck, but he held her arms in place and cleared his throat. The other couple froze, and Stefan looked at him over the blonde's shoulder. Damon shifted until he was almost blocking Bonnie from view, his stance protective, his hands on her hips. "Hello, little brother," he greeted.

Stefan looked between him and Bonnie. His eyes took in the marks on both of them and Damon's possessive grip on Bonnie's waist and he laughed. "This oughta be good."

End Notes: Hope you all enjoyed my mediocre smut. Lol! I am going to be honest here. It will be a while before the next update on this. I have a lot of stories up and as I have stated I am going through a lot personally so I am honestly just trying to give as much attention to as many stories as I can while I have the time. Anyway, thanks for reading and see you next go around! Reviews are love!