*I own nothing. If I owned the show it wouldn't be such a travesty I promise.*

A/N: At work and found this on my SkyDrive; I really should be updating OBD I know, bad me. This was actually used in one of my other stories in the TSLOTAT section, but after reading it I could definitely see it for Bamon so I twerked it and voila. Don't know if I want to add more or not I'll leave that up to you guys. Excuse my boo boos hope you enjoy, its sweet Bamon fluff ;)

"Night Crawlers"

She floated onto the bed quiet as a church mouse, careful not to wake the sleeping man that occupied the king sized bed. Damon stirred slightly at the movement on the mattress; icicle eyes peeled open just as the body snuggled against his chest.

A tired yawn escaped his mouth as he laid eyes on the disturbance in his bed. A grin donning his pale lips at the lovely sight before him; after such trying days of saving the world and such, it was good to come home to such a picturesque doll.

Her green eyes snapped shut attempting to pretend she'd been in the bed all along as she sensed his state of awareness. Damon let out a low chuckle at her shenanigans. He was definitely rubbing off on the girl next to him; her manipulation skills were on point. Shaking his head he sighed; the deep bond they harvested in such a short amount of time never ceased to amaze him. Then again blood bonds were the strongest of links and it made him feel good to know it was his blood flowing through her veins.

"Okay we'll pretend you've been here all night." Damon whispered foiling his love into his arms; releasing ink black hair from the cuff of a hair bow, he watched the waterfall of tresses tumble down framing her face.

A smile twitched on her lips exposing that crooked grin that made his dead heart beat with every curve. He cradled her against his chest and hummed the little tune she favored kissing her freckled nose. This had grown to be their routine for the past few weeks he'd been back.

"Damon." A stern voice said softly from the door.

"Uh oh." Damon chortled to the young girl against him. "Busted." She squeezed her eyes tighter in effort to fool Bonnie.

Bonnie stood perched against the doorway of their bedroom hands on her tiny hips, lips pressed into a thin line, but amusement threatening to shine in her sage eyes. Continuing on in her ruse she tapped her foot on the hardwood floor.

"We talked about this." she whispered trying not wake up their company. "She has to get used to sleeping in her own bed. You agreed remember." She turned her head before he could see the grin on her lips.

Damon sat up with his prize still clung to his chest his mouth turned down into a frown. He had been bamboozled into an agreement during sex-to him anything said was null and void. Hell he would have agreed to world domination the way she was riding him like Sea-biscuit. He changed his thought process at the strumming in his loins.

He hitched a dark brow in the air. "Now Judgy if I remember correctly, that agreement didn't come about fairly; and she doesn't like it in there." he pouted.

She really didn't and was it so bad that after everything he missed he wanted to spend every waking moment with the animated child before him? Besides every moment she spent with him was a moment she was away from Saint Stefan. His eyes darkened at the thought of his brother; he hated that Stella knew Stefan better; loved him more. Was it irrational to be mad at his brother? Yes. Did he care? No. Bonnie belonged to him; Stella belonged to him and the sooner Stefan understood that the better things would be.

Bonnie walked further into the room closer to her whining fiancé for all of 5 days. She undressed quickly wanting nothing more than to take a long, hot shower; but she was just too tired. Having night classes sucked ass and next semester she wouldn't wait so long to register; she hoped. Living in Mystic Falls and taking care of a toddler was not a job for the weak. All she wanted was to come home and get a peaceful night sleep; a sleep she wouldn't get with her wild child in the bed also. Pulling on a pair of Damon's boxers and a tank top she faced him.

"Damon she isn't even sleep." She accused making her way back to the bed.

"Looks like mommy doesn't like sharing." he whispered in his daughters' ear.

She scoffed her eyes widening slightly, "don't say bad things about me to her." she huffed lifting the blankets.

He laughed and sank back into the covers sliding her snuggly between him and Bonnie. The nights when she was nestled safely in between them were the nights where he got the best sleep. It didn't matter that Stefan was down the hall; knowing both his girls were within arm's reach was the only thing that calmed his burgeoning paranoia.

"Seriously D, if you keep letting her sleep in here she's never gonna learn to use her own bed." Bonnie reasoned resting her head in her hand to face him.

The vampire gave an exasperated sigh and glanced back to his bundle of joy. "How can you say no to this face." he argued rubbing his nose against Stella's.

The girl exploded in a fit of giggles he couldn't help, but join in on. She had the same infectiousness laugh as her mother; and if Bonnie was his weakness then Stella was his downfall. Just to think he'd missed all these little moments with his daughter tugged at his heart strings. He cleared his throat beckoning the thoughts away. He was here now and that's all that mattered, right? The bitterness rising left a sour taste in his mouth; as much as he wanted to move on something was holding him back. Something along the lines of resentment. His musings were thankfully interrupted by the weary voice of his little witch.

"The same way you did when Tina wanted to sleep with me." she glared knowingly.

He snorted thinking about the little gift from Caroline. "Tina's a mangy mutt." he said moving the hair from his little girl's eyes. "And she's our little miracle."

Bonnie smiled as she twirled a lock around her finger. "I know." she said softly staring at her first born her only born.

She was a miracle indeed and she would love Damon forever for blessing her with such a gift. Even though there was a time where she didn't quite see it that way; and for that she'd always be grateful to Stefan as well. In her darkest hours he had been there every step of the way; putting her and Stella above everything and everyone. She would never forget that.

"And to answer your question." Damon's voice drifted into her ears. "I have a problem saying no to pretty girls with green eyes." he winked.

Bonnie tapped his arm before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. "And what about the days when those pretty green eyes are blue?" she asked innocently on their daughter's mood ring orbs.

He shrugged unfazed. "We both know how hard it is for me to deny myself."

He bent in for another kiss but Bonnie leaned back. "Well good thing I'm here to do it for you." She smiled looking at the two people who held her heart. She felt her nose beginning to tickle; moments like this always made her emotional especially after everything they've gone through. Everything they continued to go through. Out of the three weeks in which Damon had reappeared this night felt the most normal. There wasn't any underlying tension or awkwardness that usually surrounded them when they weren't busy ripping each other's clothes off; the only thing prevailant in this room was love. Looking into his smiling orbs as he tickled their child she could tell that he felt the same. She only wondered how long it would last before...

"Mama." a little voice squeaked out.

"Yes baby." Bonnie answered turning her gaze to her almost 2 year old daughter.

"Love you." her green eyes shined.

She glanced at Damon who now held a chasseur cat grin of victory. "Love you too, honey."

He could see the faltering in her eyes and when the words "just one more night," rolled off her tongue he heard the indecision in her voice. Team Damon 1 point, Team Bonnie zip.

"Of course Bon-Bon." he smirked as he watched her scoot over to give their daughter more room.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "And I really hope it's your face she slaps tonight."

His smirk grew wider, his body moving further away from the twosome. "Good thing we went for the king sized."

His joke was met with firm eyes it was just like him to do the exact opposite of everything she said. She'd scream no cookies and the next thing she'd see would be Damon and Stella eating Oreo's. She'd say apple juice and water; he'd give soda and pop. A smile crept across her succulent lips. She was being lenient because of the obvious circumstances but it was time to teach the 'eternal stud' a lesson.

Drawing the duvet over her bare shoulder she yawned. "To think after a long day of classes and study guides being shoved into me; the only thing I could think about in the car was the thought of you being shoved into me."

Damon's eyes clouded with lust, his manhood immediately at attention. "As you wish." He responded gruffly. He sprung out of the bed in inhumane speed Stella wrapped in his arms.

"Damon I told you not to do that super speedy whatever with her, you're gonna give her whiplash." Bonnie chastised sitting up just before he stepped into the hall.

He turned slowly on his heel. "I was just taking the little witch to her room."

"But babe she doesn't like it in there." she mocked.

"Bonnie." He began walking back towards his fiancée. "I think it's about time we put our foot down. Now I'm going to go put this sneaky little devil." He said in a baby voice. "Back in the bed we paid way too much for; and once I get back from laying her down I'm laying into you."

"But—"

"No, buts…" he interjected then amended. "Unless, it's the one that's horribly overdressed at the moment."

A blush coated her cheeks and she giggled as Stella poked his rising eyebrows.

"Fine." She shrugged throwing her hands up in surrender. "You're the boss."

He smirked triumphantly he'd show her just how much of a boss he was; he pondered nearly galloping to the room next door to put the baby down. Several minutes later he returned only to hear soft snores from Bonnie's side of the bed. His mouth unhinged in a combination of disbelief and disappointment. She had tricked him again with the easiest bribe in the book. Her. Specifically sex with her. It was times like these he wondered if it was really his deviousness that Stella inherited because Bonnie could be quite cunning as well. She was just better at hiding hers.

He murmured several expletives under his breath as he trudged to his side of the bed. Sliding under the covers he tried to make as much motion as possible to disturb her slumber. Though, his movements were in vain he recalled thinking back to his insistence of getting the stupid sleep number mattress. Sure, technically he didn't need sleep but he did like to have the option; which was impossible sharing a bed with Bonnie. The little witch tossed and turned the nights she had 'witchy' dreams effectively interferring with his beauty sleep.

"Damn witch." He grumbled finally giving up at the thought of getting any 'nookie' tonight and closing his eyes.

The witch in question merely smiled; that'd teach him to undermine her.