I freely admit that this is very sappy. But hey, it's the end. Thank you all so much for reading this far! I disclaim, obviously.

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Bonnie smacked her boyfriend of two months with the rolled up magazine she'd been reading. "Don't do that. Ever."

Damon looked at her, eyes twinkling.

Bonnie sighed, "I'm not going to like what comes next, am I?"

Damon just smirked at her before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, listening with glee as she squealed. "Put me down!"

"You didn't like me splashing you with water, I think you'll probably dislike me throwing you in the pool even more."

And he proceeded to carry that out—dropping her unceremoniously in the pool.

She sputtered, looking up and glaring at him.

She briefly concentrated and watched with great pleasure as Damon "accidentally" got pushed into pool, splashing right next to her.

She laughed, then squeaked as he caught her from behind, pulling her down into the water. She gasped, coming back up for air. "You're going to pay for that."

"I know." Damon replied, smirking. He was looking forward to it.

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Bonnie Bennett was in love with Damon Salvatore. She didn't sweat the small things, she didn't try to think about what kind of future they might have . . . because she could not, would not, worry about that right now.

Instead, she would enjoy herself.

Because being in love was pretty damn awesome.

She hadn't really told him yet, because . . . well, it was sort of complicated. Or, maybe it wasn't so complicated: she was afraid. Because as soon as she said the words, they meant something.

She felt it all the same.

And tonight she felt ready. It felt kind of magical and amazing, like the universe was just waiting for her, watching her every move. Because tonight was a night that mattered.

Damon had declared tonight a date night because he had a surprise for her, but she had a surprise for him. She really hadn't thought about what his surprise would be until she on her way to the place where they'd shared their first kiss.

It was almost too sweet, actually, the way it seemed to matter to him.

Bonnie had insisted on taking things slowly—half the speed of a snail according to Elena—and Damon had agreed with her.

There might have been such a thing as too slow though.

Bonnie sighed as she saw Damon waiting for her. "Hey," she leaned up to kiss him.

"Ready?"

"Depends on what we're doing."

"We're dancing."

Bonnie knew that she had a 'what the hell' look on her face, so she asked, "What the hell?"

"I'm pretty sure I stole it out of Stefan's playbook, so it should be rather legit."

"Okay. And?"

"It's romantic, right?"

Bonnie smiled slightly, "It is, yes. But you really need to stop with the whole "romance" thing and taking things so slowly. It's driving me crazy."

"You're just a horny little witch, aren't you?"

Bonnie smacked him at that, "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

Damon smiled at that, "I do," he cupped her cheek with his hand.

Bonnie couldn't help but smile in response. She really hated that he had that power over her.

"I love you." Bonnie felt herself say, as if the words were being torn from her throat without her control.

Damon grew serious, leaning in to kiss her softly. She felt herself melt into him, her hands wrapping around his neck, and her heart beating so fast it was drowning out any thoughts that managed to pop into her head.

He pulled away from her, interrupting the kiss, and just stared into her eyes.

Bonnie felt a whine coming, she attempted to pull him in for another kiss, but he pulled away.

"I love you, Bonnie."

Bonnie smiled, "Obviously." And she grabbed his arms. "Dance, right?"

"Right."

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Bonnie sighed. She should probably stop with the ice cream. She looked at the tub in her arms. Well, maybe later. You couldn't have a Harry Potter marathon without ice cream. Well, she supposed that she could . . . but it was less fun that way. "Ready?"

Damon turned to her, "Yes." They, for some strange reason, had never gotten around to finishing the marathon they'd started. Something always seemed to get in the way.

But when Bonnie realized that part one of the seventh movie was supposed to come out soon . . . she was on that. She'd demanded that they watch the movies—again, starting from the beginning, because that was tradition. Before a new Harry Potter film, you always had to watch all of the previous films.

Midway through the sixth film, Bonnie sighed, pausing the movie.

"What's wrong? Do you need to—" Damon smirked.

Bonnie merely lifted an eyebrow and cut him off. "If I were you I wouldn't complete that thought."

"You don't know what I was going to say."

"Yes, I do."

"So you read minds now."

"No, yours is just simple enough that I can understand it without even trying," Bonnie replied sweetly.

Damon rolled his eyes at that.

"What, no retort? Tsk tsk. I'm disappointed." Bonnie smirked.

Damon decided to do the one thing he knew would shut her up. He kissed her.

She pulled away, "Damon, I think I said I was going to pay you back for something, do you remember that?"

Damon sighed. "Yes. Are you really going to let a silly thing like me dropping you in a pool cock block us right now?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "When you put it like that—"

Damon placed a finger on her lips, "Do you really want to finish that thought?"

"Maybe I do."

Bonnie shook her head, and realized she'd gotten far away from her original point, "I was actually thinking though, that—" Bonnie shifted on the couch next to Damon, "—It might be more fun to do this instead," Bonnie lifted her leg over his, straddling him. "Unless you have a problem with that."

Damon quirked his head to the side, "No problem here."

Bonnie smiled. "Consider this your punishment," she kissed him on the cheek before bouncing off up him. "I'm out. I'm tired, and this way you still haven't seen the ending of this movie," Bonnie smirked.

Damon looked at her in shock, "Really?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

Bonnie made her way around the couch, standing behind Damon, she leaned down to speak into his hear, "What's tomorrow, Damon?"

Damon winced, "Your birthday."

"Which means?"

"That the girls are coming over, and I'm banished."

"Exactly. And?"

"And I'm supposed to make sure I have something planned for our celebration."

"And?"

"I love you." Unspoken were the words 'take pity on me' but she heard them anyway and smiled.

"I love you too. Now get out."

Damon sighed and disappeared at that.

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Bonnie smoothed out her dress. It was perfect for her celebration with Damon.

"Bonnie—" Damon knocked before entering her bedroom. "Wow."

Bonnie turned to face him, enjoying the look on Damon's face. "How do I look?" she asked teasingly.

"Perfect," he walked closer, standing behind her as she looked in the mirror. "So perfect."

Bonnie shivered as his hands flitted around her bare arms. "Thanks."

Damon smiled into her neck as he kissed it.

She felt herself sink against him. "You should—"

"Stay."

"Damon—"

"Bonnie, I have never loved the way I love you." Damon said honestly, shocking even himself that he would say it, well, like that.

Bonnie felt her heart beat so hard it seemed to want to beat out of her chest. "I feel the same way."

"This feels right."

"Us?"

"Yeah," Damon hugged her from behind, swaying with her from side-to-side.

"We're both better together than we were apart," she said softly.

"We are. Together," he smiled.

She spun around in arms, looking into his eyes. "Better together."

Damon kissed her cheek, "I'm better with you."

"No, you're just . . . you."

"That's why it's so perfect."

Bonnie smiled, "So, where are we going?"

"Does it matter?"

"No. Because I'll be with you," Bonnie replied simply and honestly.

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I take pride in my sappiness. Anyways. Thank you all so much. Reviews, favorites, etc, all make my world go round. And, as I said before, there is a oneshot sequel coming up. If you can figure out what it is, I will clap for you. Anyway . . . be happy!

My next Bamon fic—the only other pairing is Stelena, for plot purposes—won't start popping up for a few weeks, I have another fic to write, then I have finals. Yikes.