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Bonnie's pupils could barely filter the incoming light by the time she woke up. There'd been no clock in sight, no telling of time. She'd seen the sun begin its climb into the sky; she hadn't been asleep very long. Damon wouldn't have that.

He'd been insatiable all night. She'd awoken sore, still covered in their messes. But when he'd played with her, she'd felt the same desire readying her body to take him. It was just as powerful as every other time, an unstoppable force that demanded gratification.

She was ravenous.

From behind her, Damon slid inside, thrusting up into the wetness leftover from previous lovemaking.

That was all it had taken for her to become putty. No matter how many times Damon had had her over the last eight hours, even over the last month, she was desperate for him.

Threading her fingers through his hair, Bonnie kept her moans quiet, buried like his fangs in her throat. Her hips rocked back, moving in time with his thrusts, angling her pelvis so he would hit just the right spot.

He groaned when she did, the hand around her throat squeezing just enough to let her know he was still the one in control, and that she needed to stay silent.

Mary was already afloat around the house, clanking dishes together in the sink, smacking the plastic tray of the broom against the trash can.

Damon's hand sank from her hip to the swelling button between them. He rubbed, circled her until she mewled, and then he pinched like she was a rosebud delicate for the picking.

Head thrown back, Bonnie arched into his hand, chasing the pleasant coil in her center. She needed it to snap, craved the relief.

Knock. Knock.

Two taps back-to-back on her door barely broke through her haze. Bonnie's eyes opened, half-lidded as Damon continued his massage of her trembling walls.

"I have breakfast downstairs," Mary called.

She clamped, tightened around his pulsing length as he pumped her harder. He was close. She was closer.

Bonnie dug her nails into his thigh, feeling how tense the muscles were as he sated himself inside her. "S-Stop ..."

She wouldn't be able to answer her sister unless he slowed. He was rubbing that spot that shot pleasure right to her clit being rolled between his fingers. It couldn't take much more.

But with a thrust that shot familiar stars into her vision, Bonnie realized he had no intention of obeying her.

"Bon?" Mary called.

Bonnie gathered the sliver left of her rational brain to form an answer. "I heard you. We'll—"

Damon pounded into her cervix, and Bonnie almost drew blood from the lip she took between her teeth.

"We'll be right ..." Damon buried himself deep in her core, "... right there," she half moaned, grinding down onto him.

"O-Okay." Mary's voice wasn't as strong as it had been, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Bonnie was sure that meant she'd caught on.

Her sister's footsteps had just gotten lighter, had just triggered the creaky floorboard next to her room when the stars in her vision exploded.

Blinding white flashes tore through her body, and she convulsed under the delicious pressure Damon added, tumbling into her spasms. "Damon, Damon, oh!"

She could only hope Mary didn't hear her.

Or Damon, as he came crashing down in hot spurts, rocking out of rhythm as he curled around her body and clung to her like she was his only source of life. Maybe she was. His body was warm because of the blood she'd spared him, his cum was even warmer, nestled by the heat that she'd provided.

But she was not without his own life essence. It had long been swallowed to course through her veins undetected, healing her like a salve, replenishing her with what she'd lost.

This give and take was an intimacy few shared and even fewer purposely indulged in. Briefly, she wondered, who would nourish him once she had turned?

But Damon was kissing her wounds closed, lapping up the leftover blood and then sinking under the sheets to clean her there too. He hummed at the taste, his tongue slithering out to savor her. And though she whimpered and squirmed when he circled her most sensitive parts, it was soothing above all else.

As she lay on her pillow staring up at the rose-shaped water stain, she smiled at it, let it bloom behind her rolling eyes while Damon drank her down.

-V-V-

Fingers entwined with Damon's, Bonnie squeezed them for support as they walked into the kitchen. The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs wafted into her nostrils, calming her senses just a little. It was rare her sister cooked. The McCullough sisters weren't known for their skills in the kitchen.

Damon's appearance was sure to make it worse.

"About time you came do—" Mary's spatula hit the pan as it fell from her slackened hand. "When did you— Have you been here all night?"

Bonnie swallowed, trying to take the heat rising to her cheeks with it.

Mary's eyes were wide, deductive, darting between their faces and their woven hands. After the whole fight on the porch, Bonnie wasn't sure how Mary would take their new relationship.

"Ow," Mary hissed, snatching her fingers from the pan they'd gotten a little too close to.

"Need some ice?" Bonnie offered, watching her sister rub the burn away.

"No, I don't need ice. I need answers."

Damon chuckled as he stepped in to take over at the stove. "I needed to talk to Bonnie. I apologize for barging in without permission. Again."

"Talk. Ok," Mary mumbled not so quietly as she stepped aside, taking in Damon's disheveled hair, the wrinkles in his typically pressed clothes.

When Mary turned on her, she paused, taking in the bruises his blood hadn't quite healed on her neck. Bonnie knew her sister knew.

"So … Gemma's ok with you being here, Damon?" Mary looked to him, brows raised, daring him to say the wrong thing.

Flipping the stove off, Damon gathered plates from the overhead cabinets. "We broke up."

Mary tried to hide her smile. "Oh. I'm sorry."

Bonnie shook her head as she moved to help Damon plate the breakfast. The eggs were fluffy and mostly yellow instead of brown, and the bacon wasn't too pink or black. For the first time in a while, Mary's homemade breakfast looked good.

Damon shrugged, shooting Mary her favorite smirk. "It was overdue."

Bonnie handed her sister her plate of food and then held out another for herself.

"What do you want, my love?" Damon beamed down at her.

Her front tooth cut into the inside of her lip. She'd never get used to him. "U-Um. Just eggs. Please."

But instead of serving her, Damon bent down to her lips. "Have to pay the service fee first."

His lips took hers like he hadn't had them all night, sucking them in soft kisses. The room disappeared, Mary along with it as Bonnie lifted onto her toes to get closer. Damon granted her the butterflies she sought with short swipes of his tongue along hers.

It wasn't enough. She wanted more. Needed more.

But Mary's fork dropped with a loud crack against her plate, and she was sputtering, coughing.

Damon smiled against her lips before pulling away. "You ok, Mary?"

Mary waved him off, reaching for her water to wash the red coloring from her face. Bonnie was sure it wasn't just from lack of air as she wiped Damon's saliva from her lips.

Damon slapped a pile of eggs on her plate. She was about to protest, but the glint in his eye told her she would need the energy for later. Maybe not that much later by the way his smirk was winding up.

When she sat down to face her sister, Mary gave her that arched brow glance and patted her lips dry. Instead of answering any of her sister's suspicions, Bonnie dug into her eggs and took in a mouthful.

Mary glared.

Between them, Damon sat down and took a big bite of bacon.

"Hungry?" Bonnie teased him.

Meat was one of the few human foods that didn't make him nauseous. Would she find the same foods repulsive one day? The thought didn't scare her but intrigued her. She'd always wondered what about it was so nasty, how his altered tastebuds must have detected flavors unnoticed by human senses.

Eyes black as coal and burning just as hot found hers. "Very."

Bonnie's cheeks lit like a match, but Mary's fork stabbed hard into her eggs. "Are you two dating or not?"

Damon chuckled, reaching under the lip of Bonnie's chair and pulling her closer. His arm wound around her shoulders. "Tell her."

Bonnie nearly burst from the seams at his approval, at what it meant. Her smile grew so wide it pushed into her eyes. She couldn't believe she finally got to say the words.

"Damon's my boyfriend."