*I own nothing. All characters belong to LJ Smith && The CW/Co. I'm just having a little NONPROFIT fun with your people lol.*

Just a little one-shot that'll be included in my Weight of The World story. Reviews are love. =)

"You Little B-"

"Leave me alone Bennett!" Damon huffed angrily up the stairs. Bonnie hot on his trail.

"Nope, not until you tell me why you're upset." Bonnie pushed following him into his bedroom just before the door slammed.

He'd been glowering all night during their double date with Elena and Stefan. Unbeknownst to them of course and she was sick of it.

"What makes you think I'm upset." Damon sing-songed trying for nonchalant, but ending up sounding…well angry.

"For one we're still dressed." Bonnie points out walking closer to the seething vampire.

His bravado somewhat faltering when he smells her arousal as she nears. When she closes in leaning for a kiss he abruptly face palms her.

"Stop! Don't touch me." he recoils a few steps as if he's been burned.

She arches a brow, hurt flashes across her viridian eyes; but she continues to move closer to her vampire.

"I mean it witch!" he hisses as a curse word intended to cause her pain. Her moves don't stop.

His body is soon betraying him as the familiar throbbing returns to his crouch area; and he holds his breath as if he can breathe.

Soon he finds himself backed into a corner and he curses as her slender finger trails his jaw line.

"Bonnie…" he groans weakly as her fingers roam his neck, than collarbone.

As soon as she goes in for a kiss again, he snaps out of his trance and pushes her away.

"No! You have Jeremy lips." he sneers causing the witch to chuckle.

"So that's it. You're jealous." she concludes backing away from the flustered vampire.

"I am not jealous!" he yells offended. "You just need to brush your teeth and wash your mouth out with soap." he shrugs looking at everything, but the amused look on her face.

"Should I gargle too master." she says sarcastically crossing her arms.

Damon rolls his eyes. "I'm serious. I'm not kissing you till you do." he states arms crossed as well.

Bonnie laughs. Hard. "Its never bothered you before." she reminds. Wanting him to confess that this is no longer a casual kind of thing. "No strings attached." she mocks.

He glares at her angrily for pointing out the obvious and using his words against him. He said that months ago and when did the little witch every listen to him.

"You know things are different now." he growls turning away from her. Refusing to give in.

She smiles and wraps her little arms around his strong body. If he wasn't mad at her she'd gloat at how much their gender roles have reversed. Now she's the one to comfort him. She's the man.

"Go away." he mumbles lips pursed. "I'm mad at you."

Bonnie holds in her laughter at his pouting face, and goes around to face him.

"Is that right?" she says coyly licking her plump lips.

Damon sees this action and the bulge in his pants just got tighter. Damn.

"Yes and I'd appreciate if you'd hop on your broomstick and leave." he says pushing her away. Discarding his shirt and freeing his aching member from the constraints in his pants. For some reason he was sweating.

Bonnie sighs longingly. To be honest she'd only kissed Jeremy to get arise out of him. Make-up sex was the best sex, well next to drunk sex that is. Anyway, she didn't expect him to take it to heart.

Seeing him clad in nothing but his silk boxers wasn't doing anything for her aching core. She knew he wanted her too. The proof was in the tent pitched in his boxers, but Damon was stubborn and pigheaded. He'd need some convincing.

"You're still here." he says coldly walking closer to the bathroom. A cold shower had his name on it. It was too hot in this room.

Bonnie pouted. "I wanna make it up to you." she says walking languidly towards him. Unbuttoning her shirt.

"Nope you can't." he says firmly. "I'm done with you." Piercing blue eyes looking intently at her. The cute little pout wouldn't work this time.

"Are you sure about that?" she says innocently right in front of him. Shirt completely gone.

"I'm positive Bon voyage" he snickers annoyance in his tone.

Bonnie smirks at his sad attempt at humor and drops to her knees. Pulling his hard cock in her warm wet mouth in one fluid motion.

"Bitch…" Damon whimpers out helplessly as she deep throats him languorously. Eyes closed.

His resolve is gone. So is his forgive-me-not attitude. Witch-1 Vamp-0.