Title: Closer (Pt2)

Rating: M / NC 17

Pairing: Damon/Bonnie

Warning: Sexual Content

Disclaimer: I do not own VD, it's characters and am not looking to make profit.

Summary: After a night with Bonnie, Damon wants something more.

Words: 1034

Author's Notes: Based off the TV Series. I didn't plan on a sequel but here it is. Thank you for the response

Bonnie looked around panicked and Damon looked at her. He smirked and put his arm around her as he leaned in to show her his menu. "Pick whatever you want. My treat." Bonnie shoulder's stiffened at his touch. Being this close to him, she could smell his axe body wash and it smelled good. She absently leaned in and Damon's hold tightened.

"My, my, my, aren't we the happy couple?" Caroline said and sat from across from them. Both of them gave her death stares. She put her hands up as if she were getting arrested. "All right or right. Sheesh. So much for coming here to bail you out. I've been to five restaurants looking for you and this is the thanks I get. Fine." She said and exited the table. By then Damon and Bonnie parted ways as if they had been caught red handed during a jewelry heist. After that, the dinner was pretty awkward, well at least for Bonnie who was trying hard not to touch him. He purposely kept his hands at arms reach even when Bonnie moved to sit across from him.

After dinner, he helped her with her jacket and they walked to the car. He used his vampire speed to open the door for her before she got there. When she came within reach, he took her into him by the waist and kissed her. The kiss was so rough that her lips were raw afterwards. No words were exchanged, only intense gazes as he picked her up and her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Bonnie's back hit the cold car and she winced. In one fluid movement, her dress was pulled up to her hips, panties ripped off, and he was guiding himself inside of her. A hiss escaped his lips and a gasp from hers when hard met heat.

Their lips returned, sloppy this time as they tried to connect between thrusts. He wasn't going to let Bonnie leave this time. This time he was going to keep her there and this was how he was going to do it. She felt overwhelming as her tightness surrounded his cock. Bonnie dipped her head back so she could look at him. "Let me see them?" She whispered and then moaned, her nails digging through his leather jacket. "See what?" He replied gruffly. "Your fangs, Damon. Your fangs."

Damon slowed his pace and looked at her, those intense blues trying to read her thoughts. His face contorted and he opened his mouth, bearing his fangs. For the first time in many years, Damon was scared. He was scared of rejection. Moments passed and he was beginning to grow soft. Bonnie placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned into it. Then she moved it to the back of his head to bring him in for a kiss. Her tongue ran along his fangs, feeling the length and pressing to explore. Damon kissed her back with shaky lips.

"I don't scare you?" He asked.

"You've never scared me. Annoyed me but never scared me." Bonnie replied. Damon smirked and switched to holding her up with one arm.

"How is this for annoying?" Using his speed he rubbed her clit with his finger as he slid in and out of her at rapid speed.

"Damon! Holy Shit!" Bonnie embraced him and bit down on the leather covering his shoulder to quiet her screams of pleasure. Cars started to rock. Car alarms started to go off in their vicinity. He would have told her to calm down but didn't care. If this is what it was going to mean to fuck a witch, to make love to Bonnie, he'd take that and then some. She came with a muffled cry into his shoulder. He couldn't hold on any longer and released as soon as he felt her body orgasm around him. He collapsed leaning and resting his head against her shoulder. His hands idly ran along the fabric of her dress and then to her hair.

"Was this for me?" He asked as a finger touched a sparkly clip in her hair.

"Yes." She whispered with her eyes closed.

"Thank you. I wanted to tell you how beautiful you looked tonight."

Bonnie squirmed and pushed Damon off of her. Once off she slapped him across the face and then got into the car. Damon glared and within a second, was inside the car besides her.

"What was that for!?" He exclaimed outraged.

Bonnie pointed her finger at him. "Stop fucking with me Salvatore!" Damon was taken aback.

"How am I fucking with you?!"

Bonnie crossed her arms. "Being this nice. You're never this nice. Never."

"And I take it it's never occurred to you that I'm being this nice because I like you? That I've always liked you? I had to lie to practically get you to go on a date with me." He defended himself. Bonnie looked down and said a quiet "Oh." Damon started the car and drove her home. The lights were still on.

"Gran is probably waiting even though I told her not to." Bonnie said after a long car ride of silence. Damon stopped the car and looked at her.

"You're not even going to reply to what I said?"

Bonnie unhooked her seat belt and opened the car door. "Ditto." Is all she said and stepped out, slamming the door shut. Damon bolted out of the car. "Bonnie wait! Bonnie!" He came at her with speed, grabbing her arm to stop her. Before she could turn around, he was crumpled on the ground, screaming in pain. Gran was in the door way with her arms crossed. If this is what it meant to date a witch, to date Bonnie, was the pain worth it?

Closer