A/N: This is the final chapter for this fic. Thank you to all of you amazingly wonderfully beautiful people who encouraged me and supported this story. As a bonus, I've included a reference to the awesome eggs that broke the Bamon fandom, last week. Enjoy.
Bonnie wraps her arms instinctively around her body as the sea breeze makes itself known. From the stern of the boat, she watches the rippling expanse left in its wake. The island is no longer on the horizon, yet it still haunts her with memories of the things she'd almost did, and the things that actually happened.
Letting Damon Salvatore hold her actually happened. Letting him almost kiss her actually happened.
The girl reasoned that the island must have been cocooned in a powerful type of magic. Something strong enough to give its occupants temporary amnesia. Neither the vampire nor the witch had behaved very much like themselves.
They'd forgotten themselves.
This embarrassed her, but it also filled her mind with fantasies of 'what if.'
Her thoughts are engrossing.
Her eyes are centered on the never-ending blue sea.
She is so preoccupied that she doesn't notice the added weight on her shoulders or absence of the chill.
"What's got you so quiet?" the vampire questions as he stands next to her, side by side.
Leaving her thoughts and her trance, Bonnie recognizes the emergence of her company and the familiar warmth and security of his jacket.
"It's called thinking Damon, maybe you could try it one day," she replies bitingly
"Nah. Sounds like too much work," He responds, leaning over the railing, the blue of his eyes conflicting with the blue of the water beneath them.
"That's probably why you don't do it at all."
"Some think others act. Can you guess which category yours truly falls into?"
"Well this is a conundrum. Let's see, taking into account your reckless behavior and the fact that you have no impulse control once-so-ever, I'm gonna have to go with the latter."
"It's so sweet how well you know me Sabrina," he smirks as Bonnie flinches at the nickname.
"Don't call me that."
"You're a teenage witch…I think that it's fitting."
"I thought that you didn't think."
"Sometimes I need to employ a little effort in our verbal sparring or else you might win and we can't have that."
"Why don't you go find Rebecca maybe you two could reconnect?"
He turns to face her, a curious thing dancing in his eyes. "Are you jealous?"
"More like nauseous and I'm definitely not sea sick."
"So you are jealous," he responds with a knowing smile
"I couldn't care less about the trouble you and little Damon get into."
"To be honest, it's more like big Damon and bigger Damon," he says with a wink and a grin.
"Please tell me you have something else to do besides annoy me for the next few hours."
"Nope."
"You really should go and find Rebecca. I'm 100% sure that she would prefer your company much more than me."
"Rebecca is having snack time."
"With who?" she questions
"The captain…duh."
Bonnie makes a move to head to the cabin, with Damon's jacket still around her shoulders.
She refuses to let the blonde kill the one person capable of getting them home.
Damon grabs hold of her. Spinning her so that she is wrapped up in his arms once again.
Close. Very close.
Every inch of him pressed against her body.
He holds her arms behind her back, so that she can't push him away.
It's uncomfortably comfortable.
"We can't let him die. Don't you want to get home too?"
"Rebecca is practically a Viking. I'm sure that if the cap dies, she could steer us in the right direction."
"I'm not going to let her kill an innocent man."
"Didn't anyone ever teach you, not to bother a dog while it's eating?"
"I guess I missed that lesson, but you must've missed the lesson about never holding a witch against her will."
"Sabrina, you could do your hocus pocus at any time and throw me off of you and this boat. Yet you haven't."
"I could, but it might upset Elena and Stefan," she argues, struggling to break his hold.
"Funny thing is, I think it would probably upset you too," he counters.
Bonnie worries that his statement might have some merit, but she refuses to acknowledge it.
"Only if this is opposite day and upset now means to bring one great pleasure," she bites back
"I just figured that we could finish what we started on the island, without a bitter blonde interrupting."
"I thought we agreed that I was the brains of this operation."
"Fine. As the brains of this operation, should I disturb Becky's meal, or can we have a conversation?"
"A few seconds of unwanted privacy with you, is not worth the life of that poor man."
Something flickers in his expression.
Anger?
Why would he be angry? This is what they do? They tear one another down. They don't do this.
"I'll call her off, but make up your damn mind. I have perfect eyesight, so I saw how much you wanted to kiss me. This boat ride is only going to last for so long and then everything that happened on the island will die when we hit Mystic Falls."
"That's exactly why I won't entertain this. It has an expiration date," she answers honestly.
"So do eggs, but you still buy them," he tells her, actually reciprocating her honesty.
"Eggs don't have a say in what occurs during their life cycle. You are not an egg."
Damon lingers.
Staring down at the girl. She glares back.
She feels his heat. His breath. His need.
Her stomach becomes a dwelling for butterflies.
His brow furrows.
He feels her warmth. Her body. Her desire.
He could do what she wanted or he could do what he wanted.
And for some odd paranormal reason, at that moment, all he wanted to do was to lean down a kiss her plush pink lips.
Bonnie eyes reflect her inner battle.
Of course the Mystic Falls version of herself wouldn't want Damon Salvatore invading her personal space. This version of her though, welcomes the invasion.
When he doesn't make a move, she makes a decision.
If nothing gold can stay, shouldn't she at least appreciate it while it was there, right in front of her?
She closes her eyes and holds her breathe as she leans up slowly to plant a soft kiss on Damon's opened mouth.
The vampire remains still.
Motionless.
His eyes focused solely on the caramel witch in his arms.
When Damon doesn't move his lips against her own, she backs away in embarrassment.
She cowers her head, trying to break free from his hold.
She can't handle the weight of what she'd just done.
She can't handle his rejection.
She needs space to process, but he refuses to give it.
The writhes and wiggles for her freedom, but he holds onto her tight.
"Stop moving Bonnie," he says, piercing her with his glacial eyes that stun her like an iceberg.
"I...I'm sorry about the…I shouldn't have…you're…" she rambles
Damon interrupts her chattering, by leaning down and returning her kiss.
His mouth moves against hers in sensual slowness. Shared breath. Shared heat.
Much to fast, he pulls away from her mouth, though he still keeps a firm handle on her hands.
"I'm going to tell Rebecca to put away the juice box, snack time is over."
"Okay…" she responds, unsure of everything in world except her wish to kiss him again.
"Then I'm going to come back and kiss you again, because if I'm not an egg than neither are you." And with that he releases her and heads into the boat's cabin.
Bonnie's heart flutters as she greets the sea with a grin.
This egg wasn't going to spoil, at least not for the time being.