He's A Dream 5/5
5.
Damon sat in a heavy armchair, hands steepled in front of his face as he watched the easy rise and fall of Bonnie's chest. Just looking at her makes me hard he thought, attempting to mentally stifle his erection.
Bonnie awoke to the smell of sandalwood. She was stretched comfortably out in her huge bed, raw silk rustling underneath her skin.
Wait just a damned minute? Where the hell am I?
She tried opening her eyes, but discovered that they were covered. She attempted to move her hands and feet, only to find them tied down. She found she could move and maneuver, as there was give in the sashes holding her, but not enough give to allow her off the bed or to bring her hands together.
"Hello?" she called out tentatively, heart hammering within her chest.
"Bonnie." Damon whispered.
"Damon? What's going on? What did you do? Let me up, right now!" she snarled.
"Afraid I can't do that, little witch. It seems that we've been set up." He said in a soft tone.
Bonnie frowned trying to gather her thoughts. "What? Are you tied down, too? Are you okay? Surely you can break-,"
"I'm not tied up, Bonnie. However, I am just as captive as you are at the moment."
"Damon, quit with the games and double-speak and untie me."
"No. Can't do it."
"Why not?"
"I've waited too long for you. Maybe not you personally, but someone who could be everything to me and vice-versa."
"Dude, we're not having the sex talk again."
"Bonnie, I don't think you realize what's happening here. I may have brought you here and trussed you up, but it wasn't my idea. Oh, and Caroline and Romeo and Juliet drugged your drink."
"Get out! Like I'm supposed to believe that."
"I'm happy to put one of them on the phone with you so that you can confirm."
Bonnie sensed that there was a least a thread of truth to what Damon was attempting to convey. With friends like that, I don't know if it's Damon I should be worried about anymore* ."Shit…you're not kidding, are you? I'm going to have to seriously consider building up my tolerance for Tylenol," she snarled.
"Come again?" he asked curiously.
"Acetaminophen makes me a little loopy," she admitted dryly. "That was probably their drug of choice."
"And here I was debating on whether or not to give you blood to get it out of your system or run you to the nearest ER to introduce your stomach to charcoal."
"But, why would they-,"
"They want to give you what you want is all."
She couldn't stop a trail of want from leaking from her core at the thought of having him. "Look, any straight female would be stupid to not want to have a go in your bed, but some of us are ruled by things other than our hormones. Untie me."
Damon sniffed the air appreciatively, standing, he strolled over to her, running a cool hand down the side of one of her thighs. "Bonnie, where are your panties?"
Bonnie's face flushed as unconsciously rocked her hips. "In the trash back at the Grill." She breathed out.
"Caroline." He said her name like a curse.
"What did she do?"
"She probably told you something like, 'Oh, yeah. Taking off your panties will totally throw Damon off the scent.'"
"Yes. Wait, you mean I made it worse?" She pursed her lips together, trying to close her legs. "Well, that's just great. Thanks, Care," she voice dripped acid.
"You know…she suggested the blindfold, too."
"Why on earth-," she started, and then sighed. "Oh. Caroline thinks I can't focus power without at least being able to see. She must've thought I'd hurt you."
"With the way you were threatening me just for asking you to dance, I think it was a wise precaution."
Damon continued to run trails up and down her thigh in soothing strokes, eliciting more of a fluid response from her.
Bonnie sighed. "Stop. I can't think with you doing that."
Damon countered. "I'll stop, when you stop responding to me. Do you know how rare this is? Usually a guy would have to really work at making a woman's body respond, but between you and I…it's effortless."
"Told you. I'm ovulating." She said on a moan.
"Cut the shit, witch! I've tasted you on the air before during any one of our many skirmishes and you have the same reaction. You don't ovulate every day of the week." He continued stroking, and leaned over her prone body, now running both hands on each thigh.
She bit her lip, drawing blood to just beneath the surface of her skin.
He watched her features and mused aloud, "I bet I could make you come, just by talking to you."
Bonnie pleaded, "Damon, please don't. I don't want to be tied to you anymore than I already am. Leave me in peace."
He chuckled. "You've hardly been at peace for some time, Bonnie. You've walked around this town strung so tightly, your friends are wondering when you might have a meltdown."
"I'm doing just fine, damnit! Oh…" Damon let his fingers drift to her inner thigh, not quite reaching the heat of her, but it was enough to give Bonnie pause. He raised his other hand to her face and placed a soft kiss on her open mouth. She stilled, trying not to respond to his mouth.
His face ghosted by her ear as he whispered imploringly, "Let me make you feel good, Bonnie."
Her captive fingers flexed and released as she tried to make sense of everything. "If I let you do this Damon, everyone will know. I don't want that."
He kissed her again, this time, she met his questing mouth eagerly. "I promise you, Bonnie. I won't tell a soul. We don't have to do anything you don't want. Just please let me pleasure you."
Tingles rippled up her spine as a fine sheen of sweat dusted her forehead. "Damon…I don't want to be with you forever."
"Just tonight," He promised. "One night is all I need."
"Just tonight?" she asked, whispering, thighs quaking with need.
"Yes."
"Then yes, Damon." She agreed softly.
If she could've seen his tender, yet triumphant smile, she would have realized that he intended to keep her forever.
He caressed her face lovingly. "Tell me what you want, little witch."
"I want you to make me come. Any way and every way you can."
"Your wish is my will." He delved his fingers to play at the apex of her thighs, stroking the soft dampened curls he found beneath her skirt. "I can't wait to get in here…" he breathed, sliding a finger into her hot weeping core.
"Ahh-Damon…" she moaned. "More, please!"
He easily slid a second finger home, working both slowly in and out of her. Her hips disconnected from her brain as she rode his wet digits eagerly. "Faster?" He inquired knowingly.
"Yes." She sped up the pace of her hips to keep time with him.
Using his other hand, he lifted her skirt, baring her to his eyes. "God, you're beautiful." He breathed quietly. Scooting down, he positioned himself between her open thighs and knelt to lick at the bundle of nerves peeking out of her curls. Damon found himself on sensory overload, tasting the honeyed dew of her as she continued to rock her hips to meet his pistoning fingers. Latching his mouth in earnest on her clit, she murmured nonsensical pleas, grinding herself against his mouth and fingers.
Bonnie felt a ribbon of heat unfurling within her belly as sensation rippled outward, encompassing her entire body.
"Damon! I'm coming…" she screamed as she let go and flew apart.
Damon continued to lap gently at her, removing his fingers, licking her off them and used his mouth and tongue to delve into the silken heat of her depths.
"Oh! I don't think-," she tried to move away from his insistent mouth. He firmly grasped her hips in his hands, lifting her to his mouth for better access, ignoring her direction. A scant minute later, he spilled her howling into another bone-shattering orgasm.
Soothing her quivering thighs with his stroking hands, he continued to gently lap up her offering, licking away all traces of her, leaving the imprint of his essence on her femininity.
He smiled lovingly at her, as her chest rose and fell with the impact of his mouth and hands. "Damn." Was all she managed.
He rose over her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. She met every stroke of his tongue with one of her own.
Moments later, she moved her mouth away from his. "Damon," she said shyly.
"What, love?" he pressed his cheek to one of hers.
"I want to taste you."
He moved his head to look down at her face, still covered by the silk. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She breathed.
He slowly moved off her body, standing at the head of the bed and shed his pants.
Tenderly, he tilted her face to the side and brought her mouth to his raging erection.
Bonnie didn't hesitate to take as much of him into her as her mouth would accommodate. She alternately licked, stroked with her tongue and laved at the sensitive underside of his cock, moaning with abandon.
Damon having seen her eagerness, had to close his eyes at the tempting picture she made, her head eagerly bobbing towards and then retreating from him. She unconsciously hummed, creating a rippling sensation which went straight to his balls. He threw his head back, groaning out a litany of, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Bonnie's cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him intently, straining against her bonds, she moved, concentrating on bringing him as much pleasure as he'd given her. His orgasm ripped through him as his cock wept copiously, spilling into Bonnie's hot and eager mouth. She softly lapped at him until he had no more to give, then he withdrew slowly from her mouth.
He sank to his knees and captured her mouth in a heated exchange.
"I'd like to kick myself for waiting so long for you, but the wait was entirely worth it." He said ruefully, climbing into the bed to nuzzle against her. He toyed with the string fastenings holding her leather dress together.
"I don't think I can move anymore," she said through a yawn.
"Rest now, witch," he crooned hypnotically in her ear.
"Yes," she answered, surrendering herself to slumber.
Damon smiled indulgently, loosening and removing her bindings and the leather dress, baring her unconscious form to his appreciative, heavy-lidded gaze.
"I can't wait to get inside you, Bonnie; as if one night could ever satisfy me." He vowed.
He stretched out beside her, content for the present to watching her face as she slept.
Sometime later, Bonnie awoke to a low, soothing singing in her ear. Stretching languidly, she arched her back and the singing halted abruptly. "Do that again," came the hiss in her ear.
"Keep singing," she shot back.
He sang, she stretched and Damon danced his fingers down the shapely contours of her torso and continued down between her thighs.
Somewhere between his hypnotic voice and his melting caress, Bonnie realized that her arms and legs were free, but she was still blindfolded. She lifted her fingers to her face.
"Uh-uh," he tsked, moving her hands away from the silken scarf. "Leave it be."
"Why?" she inquired skeptically.
"Although I love your judgy little eyes, perhaps depriving you of that sense will keep you from trying to talk your way out of this."
Bonnie protested. "I promised you the night, Damon. I keep my word."
"Let's just call this insurance for the time being. I'll remove it when I know you're ready."
"And just when will that be?" she frowned.
"Soon." He promised, kissing the tip of her nose.
Bonnie chewed the inside of her lip in reflection. "There's something I should probably show you…"
Damon was instantly alert and wary. "What is that?"
Bonnie concentrated and held absolutely still. Suddenly, the ties which held her to the bed appeared in front of his face, and began coiling in on themselves into elaborate knots and then unraveling. Bonnie released a breath, sending the ties to their former places.
Comprehension flickered across his features. "Huh. Caroline-,"
"Elena and I have been working on my knots for months now," she said, grinning impishly in his direction.
"Remind me to exact a little punishment some other time," his muttered absently.
Like a slowly approaching thunderstorm, he covered Bonnie's body with his own. His full lips opened over hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip. Opening her mouth, she sucked at his tongue, spearing her fingers through his hair, alternately massaging and scratching. He moaned into her welcoming heat, letting her suck his tongue gently in and out of her mouth. Bracing himself on his elbows, his fingers found the mounds of her breasts and he molded them, occasionally tweaking her dusky nipples, teasing them to almost painful points.
Two can play that game, was her fleeting thought as one of her hands left his head, moving to his nipple. She disentangled her mouth from his, kissing and nibbling a hot trail from his jawline down his neck to his chest. She rubbed her face against his chest and covered his other nipple with her mouth. Damon hissed at the sensation, bucking up to get closer to the heated contact with her lips and tongue.
"Witch, witch, witch," he muttered, rocking his hips with abandon. Bonnie raised her knees to better cradle his hips and give herself better access to his erection. Undulating her hips, she without words sensually invited him into throbbing, weeping heat he alone created. He just managed to avoid the siren call at the heart of her, thrusting his erection up and across her engorged clit.
She bit down on his nipple lightly and cried out against his flesh, her hands streaking welts down his back and covering his ass. "Damon…" she pleaded.
"I know," he struggled to maintain control. Lifting one hand to remove the scrap of silk, she opened her eyes to his searching ones.
"Hold still." He requested.
"No!" she cried fiercely, moving her hips tauntingly. "Now, Damon."
Damon canted his head to the side, as if in assessment of her state of need. Eyes, holding hers, his hips moved back, then surged forward suddenly, entering her in a powerful thrust. Bonnie muttered "Yes..," going briefly still underneath him.
Damon murmured insensibly almost to himself. "So hot, so good…" Suddenly, he removed himself from her body.
"Damon, what's wrong?" she asked in apprehension.
He covered the heat with his mouth, tongue delving inside her, searching. Bonnie moaned. Damon growled fiercely. Scant seconds later, he stroked himself back into her heat, with another hip-shaking thrust. "God, Bonnie!"
He rocked his hips into a slow, rhythm, circling and coming into contact with her clit in every grinding surge forward. Bonnie followed his lead, eyes fluttering shut, giving herself over to his expertly precise movements. The circular movements increased their tempo, as their hips fused together, each grunted and sighed. Soon frenzied, Bonnie cried out, digging her nails into the globes of his ass. "Yes, yes" she chanted, mindless to everything but the pleasurable fireworks he was creating with her.
"Come NOW, Bonnie!" he shouted, spilling her over into an abyss of sensation. He found his completion in a series of pistoning thrusts, reveling in the liquid and grasping heat of her inner walls.
He slowed his thrusting, as she continued to quake around him, surrounding him with her smell and an unfamiliar feeling of peace. Kissing her face and neck, he murmured endearments to her, as she struggled to maintain a normal breathing pattern and emotional distance.
She removed her hands from his firm backside, pushing her hair back and dry-scrubbing her face. Still hard, Damon summoned the will to remove himself from Bonnie, who moaned as he withdrew. "Don't move," he instructed.
"Don't worry," she answered back.
Quickly covering her with a sheet, he strode away from her into an adjoining room. Soon, she heard the sounds of running water, which helped to lull her into a light snooze.
She awoke in Damon's arms as he carried her into a well-appointed bathroom. "Do you always lose consciousness every time you have an orgasm, or is it just me and my unparalleled vamp-sex?" he inquired. Damon stepped down into a sunken bath, lowering them both into the warm water. Bonnie moaned aloud in appreciation as the water covered them, soothing her aching muscles.
Keeping her tucked into his lap, he said, "Was that your answer?" he asked, eyebrows wiggling.
Rolling her eyes at his scrutiny, she answered, "I don't know, Damon. It's not like I've kept a running log of what happens after every orgasm." Running a lazy hand through the water, she asked, "There are herbs in here: comfrey root, shepherd's purse, uva ursi, lavender and other stuff I can't quite identify. Why am I in a healing bath and how did you know what herbs to use?"
"A century and more of living and one tends to pick up on little things." Raising a disbelieving eyebrow at him, he continued, running a soothing hand up and down her back.
"Before midwives were kicked out of childbirth by money-grabbing, overzealous, misogynistic doctors, they commonly bathed new mothers with these herbs to help ease discomfort, stop bleeding and prevent infection. Today's home birthing midwives still use this same combination of herbs."
"Childbirth? Midwives? You?" she laughed. "I didn't have a baby, Damon."
"True, but you did just use the same parts, muscles and tissues."
"Oh…" she looked down, coloring slightly.
"If I'm remembering correctly, you did promise me the entire night and we have a few more hours left in our agreement," he reminded her.
"About that-," she raised her eyes to look at him, moving out of the circle of his arms to face him. Reading the look in his eyes, her face tensed in dawning acknowledgement. "Shit. You're not letting me out of here, are you?"
His ice-blue eyes grew intense as he stroked her face possessively. "Eventually, I'll consider letting you out of my sight. But I'm never letting you go."
One side of her mouth turned upward. "I could make you let me go, you know."
"You could, but what would be the point, since I only intend to pleasure you until you pass out again," he said, a knowing smirk marring the angelic perfection of his visage.
He's like some beautiful dream I never want to wake from. Shaking her head at him, she ordered, "Just try to keep the smirk off your face when we're in public. Got it?"
"Yes."
"And another thing…" she continued, rattling off a seemingly endless list of her demands.
Gathering her in his arms, he kissed the top of her head, vowing to agree to any of her terms, so long as it kept her at his side.
* a Babyshan211 quote
This fic was inspired in large part to an old '80's tune from the "Flashdance" Soundtrack. Give it a spin and see if it doesn't jibe with Bonnie's Damon vibe.
He's A Dream
He doesn't mean a thing to me, just another pretty face to see
He's all over town, knocking 'em down, honey
I'd never let him next to me
Oh he's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart
He's the type that always looks the part
He's on the make, it's undertake, honey
An' I never let him touch my heart
Right now, ask me if I care, look, it's coming closer, oh I'll swear
He's got to be the toughest guy I've ever seen
I can't believe he's lookin' at me
He's a dream
He didn't mean to catch my eye, well he's lucky, he just walked on by
'Cos he hasn't met a girl like me, are you kiddin'
Well I tell him that I'd rather die
Shandra 'Shandi' Sinnamon (1984)
Damon sat in a heavy armchair, hands steepled in front of his face as he watched the easy rise and fall of Bonnie's chest. Just looking at her makes me hard he thought, attempting to mentally stifle his erection.
Bonnie awoke to the smell of sandalwood. She was stretched comfortably out in her huge bed, raw silk rustling underneath her skin.
Wait just a damned minute? Where the hell am I?
She tried opening her eyes, but discovered that they were covered. She attempted to move her hands and feet, only to find them tied down. She found she could move and maneuver, as there was give in the sashes holding her, but not enough give to allow her off the bed or to bring her hands together.
"Hello?" she called out tentatively, heart hammering within her chest.
"Bonnie." Damon whispered.
"Damon? What's going on? What did you do? Let me up, right now!" she snarled.
"Afraid I can't do that, little witch. It seems that we've been set up." He said in a soft tone.
Bonnie frowned trying to gather her thoughts. "What? Are you tied down, too? Are you okay? Surely you can break-,"
"I'm not tied up, Bonnie. However, I am just as captive as you are at the moment."
"Damon, quit with the games and double-speak and untie me."
"No. Can't do it."
"Why not?"
"I've waited too long for you. Maybe not you personally, but someone who could be everything to me and vice-versa."
"Dude, we're not having the sex talk again."
"Bonnie, I don't think you realize what's happening here. I may have brought you here and trussed you up, but it wasn't my idea. Oh, and Caroline and Romeo and Juliet drugged your drink."
"Get out! Like I'm supposed to believe that."
"I'm happy to put one of them on the phone with you so that you can confirm."
Bonnie sensed that there was a least a thread of truth to what Damon was attempting to convey. With friends like that, I don't know if it's Damon I should be worried about anymore* ."Shit…you're not kidding, are you? I'm going to have to seriously consider building up my tolerance for Tylenol," she snarled.
"Come again?" he asked curiously.
"Acetaminophen makes me a little loopy," she admitted dryly. "That was probably their drug of choice."
"And here I was debating on whether or not to give you blood to get it out of your system or run you to the nearest ER to introduce your stomach to charcoal."
"But, why would they-,"
"They want to give you what you want is all."
She couldn't stop a trail of want from leaking from her core at the thought of having him. "Look, any straight female would be stupid to not want to have a go in your bed, but some of us are ruled by things other than our hormones. Untie me."
Damon sniffed the air appreciatively, standing, he strolled over to her, running a cool hand down the side of one of her thighs. "Bonnie, where are your panties?"
Bonnie's face flushed as unconsciously rocked her hips. "In the trash back at the Grill." She breathed out.
"Caroline." He said her name like a curse.
"What did she do?"
"She probably told you something like, 'Oh, yeah. Taking off your panties will totally throw Damon off the scent.'"
"Yes. Wait, you mean I made it worse?" She pursed her lips together, trying to close her legs. "Well, that's just great. Thanks, Care," she voice dripped acid.
"You know…she suggested the blindfold, too."
"Why on earth-," she started, and then sighed. "Oh. Caroline thinks I can't focus power without at least being able to see. She must've thought I'd hurt you."
"With the way you were threatening me just for asking you to dance, I think it was a wise precaution."
Damon continued to run trails up and down her thigh in soothing strokes, eliciting more of a fluid response from her.
Bonnie sighed. "Stop. I can't think with you doing that."
Damon countered. "I'll stop, when you stop responding to me. Do you know how rare this is? Usually a guy would have to really work at making a woman's body respond, but between you and I…it's effortless."
"Told you. I'm ovulating." She said on a moan.
"Cut the shit, witch! I've tasted you on the air before during any one of our many skirmishes and you have the same reaction. You don't ovulate every day of the week." He continued stroking, and leaned over her prone body, now running both hands on each thigh.
She bit her lip, drawing blood to just beneath the surface of her skin.
He watched her features and mused aloud, "I bet I could make you come, just by talking to you."
Bonnie pleaded, "Damon, please don't. I don't want to be tied to you anymore than I already am. Leave me in peace."
He chuckled. "You've hardly been at peace for some time, Bonnie. You've walked around this town strung so tightly, your friends are wondering when you might have a meltdown."
"I'm doing just fine, damnit! Oh…" Damon let his fingers drift to her inner thigh, not quite reaching the heat of her, but it was enough to give Bonnie pause. He raised his other hand to her face and placed a soft kiss on her open mouth. She stilled, trying not to respond to his mouth.
His face ghosted by her ear as he whispered imploringly, "Let me make you feel good, Bonnie."
Her captive fingers flexed and released as she tried to make sense of everything. "If I let you do this Damon, everyone will know. I don't want that."
He kissed her again, this time, she met his questing mouth eagerly. "I promise you, Bonnie. I won't tell a soul. We don't have to do anything you don't want. Just please let me pleasure you."
Tingles rippled up her spine as a fine sheen of sweat dusted her forehead. "Damon…I don't want to be with you forever."
"Just tonight," He promised. "One night is all I need."
"Just tonight?" she asked, whispering, thighs quaking with need.
"Yes."
"Then yes, Damon." She agreed softly.
If she could've seen his tender, yet triumphant smile, she would have realized that he intended to keep her forever.
He caressed her face lovingly. "Tell me what you want, little witch."
"I want you to make me come. Any way and every way you can."
"Your wish is my will." He delved his fingers to play at the apex of her thighs, stroking the soft dampened curls he found beneath her skirt. "I can't wait to get in here…" he breathed, sliding a finger into her hot weeping core.
"Ahh-Damon…" she moaned. "More, please!"
He easily slid a second finger home, working both slowly in and out of her. Her hips disconnected from her brain as she rode his wet digits eagerly. "Faster?" He inquired knowingly.
"Yes." She sped up the pace of her hips to keep time with him.
Using his other hand, he lifted her skirt, baring her to his eyes. "God, you're beautiful." He breathed quietly. Scooting down, he positioned himself between her open thighs and knelt to lick at the bundle of nerves peeking out of her curls. Damon found himself on sensory overload, tasting the honeyed dew of her as she continued to rock her hips to meet his pistoning fingers. Latching his mouth in earnest on her clit, she murmured nonsensical pleas, grinding herself against his mouth and fingers.
Bonnie felt a ribbon of heat unfurling within her belly as sensation rippled outward, encompassing her entire body.
"Damon! I'm coming…" she screamed as she let go and flew apart.
Damon continued to lap gently at her, removing his fingers, licking her off them and used his mouth and tongue to delve into the silken heat of her depths.
"Oh! I don't think-," she tried to move away from his insistent mouth. He firmly grasped her hips in his hands, lifting her to his mouth for better access, ignoring her direction. A scant minute later, he spilled her howling into another bone-shattering orgasm.
Soothing her quivering thighs with his stroking hands, he continued to gently lap up her offering, licking away all traces of her, leaving the imprint of his essence on her femininity.
He smiled lovingly at her, as her chest rose and fell with the impact of his mouth and hands. "Damn." Was all she managed.
He rose over her, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. She met every stroke of his tongue with one of her own.
Moments later, she moved her mouth away from his. "Damon," she said shyly.
"What, love?" he pressed his cheek to one of hers.
"I want to taste you."
He moved his head to look down at her face, still covered by the silk. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." She breathed.
He slowly moved off her body, standing at the head of the bed and shed his pants.
Tenderly, he tilted her face to the side and brought her mouth to his raging erection.
Bonnie didn't hesitate to take as much of him into her as her mouth would accommodate. She alternately licked, stroked with her tongue and laved at the sensitive underside of his cock, moaning with abandon.
Damon having seen her eagerness, had to close his eyes at the tempting picture she made, her head eagerly bobbing towards and then retreating from him. She unconsciously hummed, creating a rippling sensation which went straight to his balls. He threw his head back, groaning out a litany of, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Bonnie's cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him intently, straining against her bonds, she moved, concentrating on bringing him as much pleasure as he'd given her. His orgasm ripped through him as his cock wept copiously, spilling into Bonnie's hot and eager mouth. She softly lapped at him until he had no more to give, then he withdrew slowly from her mouth.
He sank to his knees and captured her mouth in a heated exchange.
"I'd like to kick myself for waiting so long for you, but the wait was entirely worth it." He said ruefully, climbing into the bed to nuzzle against her. He toyed with the string fastenings holding her leather dress together.
"I don't think I can move anymore," she said through a yawn.
"Rest now, witch," he crooned hypnotically in her ear.
"Yes," she answered, surrendering herself to slumber.
Damon smiled indulgently, loosening and removing her bindings and the leather dress, baring her unconscious form to his appreciative, heavy-lidded gaze.
"I can't wait to get inside you, Bonnie; as if one night could ever satisfy me." He vowed.
He stretched out beside her, content for the present to watching her face as she slept.
Sometime later, Bonnie awoke to a low, soothing singing in her ear. Stretching languidly, she arched her back and the singing halted abruptly. "Do that again," came the hiss in her ear.
"Keep singing," she shot back.
He sang, she stretched and Damon danced his fingers down the shapely contours of her torso and continued down between her thighs.
Somewhere between his hypnotic voice and his melting caress, Bonnie realized that her arms and legs were free, but she was still blindfolded. She lifted her fingers to her face.
"Uh-uh," he tsked, moving her hands away from the silken scarf. "Leave it be."
"Why?" she inquired skeptically.
"Although I love your judgy little eyes, perhaps depriving you of that sense will keep you from trying to talk your way out of this."
Bonnie protested. "I promised you the night, Damon. I keep my word."
"Let's just call this insurance for the time being. I'll remove it when I know you're ready."
"And just when will that be?" she frowned.
"Soon." He promised, kissing the tip of her nose.
Bonnie chewed the inside of her lip in reflection. "There's something I should probably show you…"
Damon was instantly alert and wary. "What is that?"
Bonnie concentrated and held absolutely still. Suddenly, the ties which held her to the bed appeared in front of his face, and began coiling in on themselves into elaborate knots and then unraveling. Bonnie released a breath, sending the ties to their former places.
Comprehension flickered across his features. "Huh. Caroline-,"
"Elena and I have been working on my knots for months now," she said, grinning impishly in his direction.
"Remind me to exact a little punishment some other time," his muttered absently.
Like a slowly approaching thunderstorm, he covered Bonnie's body with his own. His full lips opened over hers, running his tongue along her bottom lip. Opening her mouth, she sucked at his tongue, spearing her fingers through his hair, alternately massaging and scratching. He moaned into her welcoming heat, letting her suck his tongue gently in and out of her mouth. Bracing himself on his elbows, his fingers found the mounds of her breasts and he molded them, occasionally tweaking her dusky nipples, teasing them to almost painful points.
Two can play that game, was her fleeting thought as one of her hands left his head, moving to his nipple. She disentangled her mouth from his, kissing and nibbling a hot trail from his jawline down his neck to his chest. She rubbed her face against his chest and covered his other nipple with her mouth. Damon hissed at the sensation, bucking up to get closer to the heated contact with her lips and tongue.
"Witch, witch, witch," he muttered, rocking his hips with abandon. Bonnie raised her knees to better cradle his hips and give herself better access to his erection. Undulating her hips, she without words sensually invited him into throbbing, weeping heat he alone created. He just managed to avoid the siren call at the heart of her, thrusting his erection up and across her engorged clit.
She bit down on his nipple lightly and cried out against his flesh, her hands streaking welts down his back and covering his ass. "Damon…" she pleaded.
"I know," he struggled to maintain control. Lifting one hand to remove the scrap of silk, she opened her eyes to his searching ones.
"Hold still." He requested.
"No!" she cried fiercely, moving her hips tauntingly. "Now, Damon."
Damon canted his head to the side, as if in assessment of her state of need. Eyes, holding hers, his hips moved back, then surged forward suddenly, entering her in a powerful thrust. Bonnie muttered "Yes..," going briefly still underneath him.
Damon murmured insensibly almost to himself. "So hot, so good…" Suddenly, he removed himself from her body.
"Damon, what's wrong?" she asked in apprehension.
He covered the heat with his mouth, tongue delving inside her, searching. Bonnie moaned. Damon growled fiercely. Scant seconds later, he stroked himself back into her heat, with another hip-shaking thrust. "God, Bonnie!"
He rocked his hips into a slow, rhythm, circling and coming into contact with her clit in every grinding surge forward. Bonnie followed his lead, eyes fluttering shut, giving herself over to his expertly precise movements. The circular movements increased their tempo, as their hips fused together, each grunted and sighed. Soon frenzied, Bonnie cried out, digging her nails into the globes of his ass. "Yes, yes" she chanted, mindless to everything but the pleasurable fireworks he was creating with her.
"Come NOW, Bonnie!" he shouted, spilling her over into an abyss of sensation. He found his completion in a series of pistoning thrusts, reveling in the liquid and grasping heat of her inner walls.
He slowed his thrusting, as she continued to quake around him, surrounding him with her smell and an unfamiliar feeling of peace. Kissing her face and neck, he murmured endearments to her, as she struggled to maintain a normal breathing pattern and emotional distance.
She removed her hands from his firm backside, pushing her hair back and dry-scrubbing her face. Still hard, Damon summoned the will to remove himself from Bonnie, who moaned as he withdrew. "Don't move," he instructed.
"Don't worry," she answered back.
Quickly covering her with a sheet, he strode away from her into an adjoining room. Soon, she heard the sounds of running water, which helped to lull her into a light snooze.
She awoke in Damon's arms as he carried her into a well-appointed bathroom. "Do you always lose consciousness every time you have an orgasm, or is it just me and my unparalleled vamp-sex?" he inquired. Damon stepped down into a sunken bath, lowering them both into the warm water. Bonnie moaned aloud in appreciation as the water covered them, soothing her aching muscles.
Keeping her tucked into his lap, he said, "Was that your answer?" he asked, eyebrows wiggling.
Rolling her eyes at his scrutiny, she answered, "I don't know, Damon. It's not like I've kept a running log of what happens after every orgasm." Running a lazy hand through the water, she asked, "There are herbs in here: comfrey root, shepherd's purse, uva ursi, lavender and other stuff I can't quite identify. Why am I in a healing bath and how did you know what herbs to use?"
"A century and more of living and one tends to pick up on little things." Raising a disbelieving eyebrow at him, he continued, running a soothing hand up and down her back.
"Before midwives were kicked out of childbirth by money-grabbing, overzealous, misogynistic doctors, they commonly bathed new mothers with these herbs to help ease discomfort, stop bleeding and prevent infection. Today's home birthing midwives still use this same combination of herbs."
"Childbirth? Midwives? You?" she laughed. "I didn't have a baby, Damon."
"True, but you did just use the same parts, muscles and tissues."
"Oh…" she looked down, coloring slightly.
"If I'm remembering correctly, you did promise me the entire night and we have a few more hours left in our agreement," he reminded her.
"About that-," she raised her eyes to look at him, moving out of the circle of his arms to face him. Reading the look in his eyes, her face tensed in dawning acknowledgement. "Shit. You're not letting me out of here, are you?"
His ice-blue eyes grew intense as he stroked her face possessively. "Eventually, I'll consider letting you out of my sight. But I'm never letting you go."
One side of her mouth turned upward. "I could make you let me go, you know."
"You could, but what would be the point, since I only intend to pleasure you until you pass out again," he said, a knowing smirk marring the angelic perfection of his visage.
He's like some beautiful dream I never want to wake from. Shaking her head at him, she ordered, "Just try to keep the smirk off your face when we're in public. Got it?"
"Yes."
"And another thing…" she continued, rattling off a seemingly endless list of her demands.
Gathering her in his arms, he kissed the top of her head, vowing to agree to any of her terms, so long as it kept her at his side.
* a Babyshan211 quote
This fic was inspired in large part to an old '80's tune from the "Flashdance" Soundtrack. Give it a spin and see if it doesn't jibe with Bonnie's Damon vibe.
He's A Dream
He doesn't mean a thing to me, just another pretty face to see
He's all over town, knocking 'em down, honey
I'd never let him next to me
Oh he's the kind of guy who thinks he's smart
He's the type that always looks the part
He's on the make, it's undertake, honey
An' I never let him touch my heart
Right now, ask me if I care, look, it's coming closer, oh I'll swear
He's got to be the toughest guy I've ever seen
I can't believe he's lookin' at me
He's a dream
He didn't mean to catch my eye, well he's lucky, he just walked on by
'Cos he hasn't met a girl like me, are you kiddin'
Well I tell him that I'd rather die
Shandra 'Shandi' Sinnamon (1984)