Little Dragon – Cat Rider

When this girl's made up her mind

She's made up her mind, made up her mind

Looking out to the horizon

No turning back

No wasting time

It's been 36 hours since Caroline and I dragged him into my home, 35 since I'd bound him and 13 minutes since the last orgasm rocked us. We'd withheld contact from the outside world and it was time for it to come for us.

"Damon…Damon, get up!" I push hard on his shoulder but the only response I received was an arm curling tighter around me.

Fuck!

We are a mess of tangled limbs and slick skin, so exhausted from the hours of back breaking sex that I'm surprised either one of us heard the annoyance that was my doorbell. His head is resting on my chest, dark hair still damp from our latest tryst. My hands comb through thick coal locks but still no other movement from him.

To be honest I am uninterested in getting up, wanting to revel in the fact that the Lothario of vampires has been brought low by my petite frame. I smile at the thought and run my nails lightly down the planes of his back.

The doorbell went off again and now our phones were adding to the noise. I knew my friends were worried but if they didn't stop ringing that motherfucking doorbell I was going sear off the tips of their fingers.

Wait a minute. Why was I so annoyed with the people I love checking in on me and what was with this need to stay hidden with him?

Hmmm…

It was only a matter of time before they let themselves in and I didn't want us to be caught in our current state…Best friends, Gotta love 'em!

"Dayyyymon!" I quell. "People are at the door. We have to answer or they will think you ate me" he chuckles at that and looks up at me with groggy, satisfied eyes. Heat creeps up my chest and lands on my cheeks.

"After everything…you have the audacity to blush? How adorable" he teases, making my mouth grin even wider.

"Tell me Bonnie, why we are awake and what do you have to do today that's so pressing?" He asks laying his head back down on my chest. "Fuck them…work your witchy woo and make them GO AWAY!" He yells irritated, knowing that the vamp part of our group will hear him.

I grab a fistful of his hair and yank so that he can see the seriousness in my eyes "No can do Salvatore. Its judgment time and they need to know that we are fine." I lower my eyes and free my hands of his hair becoming all too interested in how white my sheets look and feel mid-morning.

"Wait, What? What are you going to tell them?" He narrowed his eyes and searched mine.

"I will tell them that we came to an understanding, no more broken necks or drained bodies because you've agreed to stop with your temper tantrums. I will tell them that we'll need at least two "sessions" per week. You know," I shifted uneasily not quite sure how he would take it, "to ensure that my, uhhh, dark magic and your anger issues have the proper outlet." I said this in a tone way too bright for the plan that I had just laid out before him.

Damon rolls off of me, slips those gorgeous limbs into jeans and starts to pace. I could feel him mulling over my proposition and pretending to consider it but he already knew the answer. When he stops in front of me he folds his arms and smiles maniacally. He looked absolutely beautiful like some dirty, fallen, sex angel.

"If you wanted to see me again all you had to do was ask." Through our bond I was getting flashes of things to come and although I was more than a little unnerved by a couple of the images I couldn't wait to be completely at his mercy, again.

I knew that I was going to take out years of frustration on all that masculinity. The things my dark magic had in store for him made me very glad that he was a vampire.

"I'll agree to our little understanding for now but we have a few terms and conditions that we need to sort out Ms. Bennett."

I was about to agree with him but my reply was cut short by that fucking doorbell. We look at my bedroom door and roll our eyes.

"Lets go get that fucking door" he says picking up his shirt and handing me a few items to put on.

I get out of bed naked and confident.

He looks as though he's going to pounce but settles for a quick kiss at the pulse point on my neck.

Damon is out of the room and at my front door before I open my eyes.

As I make my way downstairs I can hear them questioning. It sounds like Stefan, Jeremy and Caroline. "Where is Bonnie? How did you get out of your binds? Why do you seem so calm? Oh my god, you didn't kill her did you?" inquiring minds want to know.

"Hey" I say entering the room. "'I'm fine! See?" I do a slow turn and notice Damon's gaze lingering on my ass. I snap my fingers to get his attention but he just licks his lips and continues to eye fuck me. He was all too excited to hear what I was going to tell my friends and I really didn't give a shit if it was genuine or just a way to make Elena jealous. He was going to be in me again and soon so fuck everything else.

Caroline rushes over and hugs me until my ribs feel like they are going to crack. "It's ok sweet. I'm alright" I say trying to reassure her.

"Don't do that to me again" she says giving me a once over just to make sure that I am ok enough for her standards. "You have a phone Bonnie. Use the damn thing!" All I could muster up was a nod because she had a point. In a town like this you had to keep in touch with your peeps.

It was time to come clean but I needed coffee stat if I was going to tell this story. I walk into the kitchen with everyone trailing behind and start the brew process.

When I turn around my small audience was waiting impatiently.

"So here's the deal. Damon and I have come to an agreement. We've decided tooooo… work through some things." I was met with blank stares and dropped jaws but I continued. "'l'll be trying to quell some of the dark energy flowing through me and he'll be focused on channeling some of his anger." I look at him and he nods in agreement. It was all the encouragement I needed to go on. "He and I need an outlet for what's going on underneath our skin and we've decided to help each other out."

Stefan waved his hand around like a kindergartener trying to get my attention "so what is this outlet going to entail?" He asks with a look that screams I'm thinking filthy thoughts.

"That, little brother, is none of your business" Damon says moving past him to lean on the counter next to me. We were barely touching but the possessive part of me loved that he'd made the choice to be close.

"You might not want it to be my business but I know one thing. The two of you are fucking the shit out of each other. You know how I know? Because the entire neighborhood smells of your blood, sex and magic but it's heaviest in this house" he says staring at me as though he'd like a piece of anything I'd be willing to offer. What is it with Stefan and Damon? Is it written somewhere that they have to share everything?

I could tell Caroline was happy for me as she was grinning from ear to ear but I really couldn't go into detail because I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

When my eyes settle on Jeremy's he's pissed. I knew he would be.

"How could you do this? TO ME, TO HER?" Jeremy asks as if his heart is breaking. I looked down and felt a pang of guilt as he stormed out of my house.

"I'll go after him" Caroline says and before I could say thank you she was gone.

"Well that didn't go as bad as I expected" Damon says.

"Yeah except you've forgotten one thing" Stefan says and looking at us both.

None of us had to say the name but it was there and it was heavy.

Elena.

Oh yeah, she was going to freak the fuck out and the dark witch writhing inside of me could not wait for the confrontation. She was chanting now and her words were clear…

He's mine.

That was all anyone needed to know.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! Love you, miss you! XO