So this idea just popped into my head and I decided to write it down so here we are. I don't know if it's good or bad. Hope you'll tell me. lol.

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Bonnie's doing her best, but she doesn't seem to be able to stop herself from moaning. This Damon's uncontrollable rage fascinates her, confuses her, makes her want him more and more with each touch, each kiss, each thrust. Damon's growling on top of her and gripping her hips harder. Tomorrow she will be all bruised, but she couldn't care less now. All that she wants is to feel that burning electricity spreading from the bottom of her stomach all over her body, driving her crazy, making her scream Damon's name in ecstasy. Finally it comes over her and Bonnie arches her back from the bed, digging her nails into Damon's back. He follows not long after her. Damon hisses before collapsing on top of her.

She's been getting this feeling through past two months now, when Damon secretly sneaks into her room or when she boldly comes to the boarding house. Her sexual life has made such a jump after the encounter with Katherine. The two happened to spend a lot of time together, searching for spells and ways to get rid of Katherine. So one thing Bonnie knew was she, doing a spell in the wood and next – Damon, fucking her brain out in his bedroom.

It became a routine since then, none of them seem to be able to jump of the train and go back to usual life.

Bonnie isn't sure exactly why she doesn't tell Elena about it, or why Damon tries to pick time when Stefan's out of the house to bring her there. When she thinks about it she comes to a conclusion she's ashamed of what she's doing. She was supposed to kill Damon, not to sleep with him. But she can't refuse herself when she sees him half-naked trying to seduce her.

Bonnie doesn't bother to think about Damon's motives. It seems strange to her that Damon isn't running around the town and screaming about what they're doing. Because mostly he acts exactly that way. She wonders if Stefan knows about what's happening in his respectable house.

She feels kind of uncomfortably seeing all those looks and casual touches Damon gives Elena. She's sorry for Stefan, because he really suffers from this sick game.

Unlike her.

She's really afraid why she feels almost nothing when Damon's flirting with Elena. She thinks she has to feel some kind of jealousy, because, hell, he fucks with her. But instead she just watches them and wonders when Elena will give in to Damon.

Damon on the other hand doesn't know what he wants. Sure his desires for Elena only grow as the time passes by. He's doing all he can to get her. But she's so wrap up in Stefan. What only makes him want her more. Damon's sure as hell that someday he will have her.

And there is Bonnie, who's here, at arm's length. And he can have her any time he wants.

Bonnie's hot. No one can deny it. She can turn him on in mere seconds. He could spend hours exploring her chocolate body. But she never stays too long with him. She's always in a rash. It annoys Damon to no end. He wants to tie her to a bed and not let her leave his side until he say so.

Bonnie helps him to distract himself from Elena. Bonnie and bourbon. He likes Elena. He likes Bonnie. He loves bourbon. So that's how he spends his spare time.

Damon wakes up from his slumber and sees Bonnie. She's lying next to him staring at the ceiling and she has nothing on her except her black lacy lingerie. He frowns at her, questioning what she's doing here.

"If it was last sex, what it'd be like?" The question takes Damon off guard. Why on earth would Bonnie want to ask something like that?

On the other hand, Damon thinks, maybe she just wants to color our sex life.

"I… I will rather show you than tell." He covers her with his body, planting soft kisses on her neck and bare shoulders.

This is the first time, maybe, that their sex is going on like that. Usually they would just rip closes from each other. They would be raw and wild. It can't be called anything other than fucking.

This time it is complete opposite to fucking. Damon goes slowly, almost softly. He holds Bonnie as if she is a porcelain doll and slightest pressure will destroy her angelic body. He holds her under him with his hands wound around her waist. She's clutching to his neck for her dear life. She leaves no room between them. Her hot breaths come in pants to Damon's ear and he can't stop shivering.

His hips are moving back and forth on their own accord. His lips are caressing her neck without him knowing it. He knows Bonnie's close to her release. He feels his one starts to build in the pit of his stomach.

Damon doesn't understand what he's doing, her scent clouds his mind. And when he bites her he blames it all on her. The moment his teeth pierced her soft caramel skin, the dark beauty in his arms arches her back, screaming in pure ecstasy.

While he's drinking from her, his thrusts become harder, deeper. Bonnie moves her hips up to meet his. Her inner muscles start clutching and Damon wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open even if he wanted to.

They come together, panting, trying to collect themselves. After he rolls off of her, Damon expects Bonnie to get up, put her clothes on and run out of here like she did a thousand times before.

Instead she moves closer to him and snakes her hands to his neck, circling him in warm embrace. He did not expect anything like that. Still it feels good when he wounds his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to him. He waits for the moment Bonnie will push him away from herself and disappear, but it never comes. Damon holds her close as he's falling asleep. And his last thought before he will fall into dreamland is that something's wrong and maybe he should ask Bonnie later if an apocalypse is coming soon. He smiles and he's asleep.

When Damon cracks his eyes open first thing he hears is Stefan's voice in the hallway. He turns around to… hide Bonnie? But she's not there. Has Stefan already seen her? Damon thrusts his door open, Stefan looks at him as on an idiot.

She has left earlier then.

He will ask her about her behavior later, when she finds him. But Bonnie doesn't call that day. She doesn't call the next day. And the day after the next. She didn't shown up, though Damon thought she would. On the fourth day Damon gives up and calls her. Bonnie doesn't pick up. Damon gets kind of nervous – though he'll never admit it - and comes to her house to check out. Her empty room is strangely cold and silent.

Damon doesn't like the situation. Not a bit. So when he bumps into Elena in the Grill, he decides to make it clear.

"Haven't you seen Bonnie lately?" he asks.

"No. Why?" Damon frowns. He feels it with his ass – something's wrong.

"When was the last time you spoke to her?"

" Four days ago, I believe…" Elena thinks about it for a minute. "Yeah, she was packing while we talked." She nods.

"Packing?" Damon's starring at the girl before him in disbelief. "What do you mean 'packing'?"

"Didn't you know Bonnie left the town?" Obviously he didn't.

Damon's pissed off. He's really, really pissed off. Bonnie should've told him she was leaving. No, she shouldn't have left in the first place.

Damon seriously thinks about going after her just to kill her. He doesn't know why he worries so much about his suddenly vacant nights.

He wants it to stop. He needs it to stop. Bonnie ditchedMysticFallsand him at once. And it's not like he cares. It was never meant to be serious anyway. So Damon concentrates on Elena and bourbon.

So? What do you think? Is it worth to write more? Do you like it? Or hate it? Please review.