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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Vampire_Diaries_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Bonnie_Bennett/Damon_Salvatore
  Character:
      Bonnie_Bennett, Damon_Salvatore
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Sexual_Content, Romance, Underage_Drinking
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-10 Words: 1836
****** Drunken Escapades, Sober Fantasies ******
by anneryn7
Summary
     AU | Bamon | Bonnie uses booze to lift her spirits. Who does she run
     into on her way out of the bar, other than Damon Salvatore? They
     continue their night at his place.
Notes
     I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE DIARIES OR THE CHARACTERS.
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I giggled as I stumbled off of my bar stool. I was lucky that I was friends
with the bartender at The Grill. After the day that I had, the only logical
thing I could think to do was to go and get shit faced. After Grams passed, not
much matters anymore. Anything that isn't life and death just doesn't seem to
resonate at all.
I need something to keep from feeling the pain all of the time. Alcohol seems
to give me that buzz that I need, the carefree feeling that I can't seem to get
otherwise. And tonight, that's exactly what I needed.
I steadied myself as I stood up. Shit, how am I going to get home? I didn't
plan this out too well… Caroline was with me, but she went off with Tyler. Fuck
me; I have no idea where she went off to. I sighed. Oh well, I guess I'll walk.
The night is kind of young… Mm, I have no idea what time it is.
I grabbed my purse off of the bar counter and paid the bartender, tipping
nicely. I turned and started making my way towards the door, but I ran into
something completely solid. I started to fall backwards when however I ran into
caught me.
I looked up and met none other than Damon Salvatore. Well, shit. Why did I have
to run into him of all people? But damn, is he pretty.
Damon seemed to notice the fact that I was now in his arms. His mouth turned
upwards into his infamous smirk.
"Well, well, what have we here? Bonnie Bennett, drunk in my arms..." He mused,
savoring the moment.
"Well, hello Captain Obvious," I said, slightly slurred. Damon's smirk grew.
"Help a girl out?" I asked, looking at him expectantly.
"Would this lucky lady be you?" He questioned. I smirked.
"The one and only," I told him. He smiled.
"Then I'd be delighted." He said, breaking our awkward embrace. He put an arm
around my waist, making sure that I was steady. "Where to?" He asked, being
uncharacteristically chivalrous.
"Anywhere but here," I told him, smiling, enjoying every second of my slap
happy mood.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to invite me inside your house, would you?"
He tried. I giggled and shook my head.
"No, silly boy," I hit his chest. He smirked.
"Then you're coming home with me, Judgy." He led me out of the bar.
"A field-trip!" I cheered. He rolled his eyes, but I ignored him. "Does this
mean that I get to see your room?"
"Are you trying to get me in bed, Bonnie?" Damon asked, amused. I shrugged.
"Maybe… Let me get back to you on that." I giggled. Damon helped me the
passenger's seat of my car. He started driving to the boarding house. "We never
hang out, Damon." I told him. He snickered.
"I never pegged you as the 'I'm –dying-to-hang-out-with-Damon' type."
"Why not? Sometimes you're really obnoxious, but I like your attitude. You
don't let people push you around. I wish I was more like that. No one cares
about me unless I have to save someone's ass." I sighed. I looked over at him.
He frowned. "What are we going to do at your place?" I asked him. I tried not
to think about the speed of the car. It's making me a little dizzy.
"We are going to get drunk and see what the night brings us. How does that
sound."
"Fabulous," I replied in a sing-song voice. He laughed.
"I've never met Bonnie before – I think I like her." He declared. I giggled.
"She's more fun." I agreed.
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I jumped on Damon's bed, waiting for him to come back upstairs with the booze.
I looked around. It's so much different than I always pictured. I figured…
Well, I don't really know what I pictured. It's just… different.
"Miss me?" Damon asked, reappearing before me. I nodded, smiling. I plopped
down on the bed and looked up at him, expectantly. He handed me a glass and
poured me some bourbon. "This is probably stronger than you're used to." He
warned. I rolled my eyes.
"How do you know what I'm used to?" I asked him. He blinked.
"Why don't you tell me?" He asked.
"I'm not picky about what I drink – as long as it does the job, whatever is
fine."
"Becoming an alcoholic?" He asked. I shrugged.
"No, I just want to feel better." I told him. "What's going on with Elena? Are
you sleeping with her?" I asked him, before my liquid courage wore off. I'll
probably regret my lack of filter in the morning. He choked on his liquor.
"I've never had sex with Elena."
"But you want to, don't you?" I asked him, smirking. I took slow dreg of my
drink. I got off the bed and started touching the few knick-knacks that he had
around his room.
"I'm a guy, Bonnie. Of course I want to."
"Of course you do. Everyone wants Elena." I said, offhandedly. It sounded more
envious than I intended it to. "You being a guy has nothing to do with it.
Women have needs just like men do." I told him. He smirked.
"And what do you need Bonnie?"
"Attention," I responded, swallowing more contents of my glass.
"You have mine." He leaned closer to me. I leaned in and brushed his nose with
my own and breathed against his mouth before pulling away.
"I need someone who can put me first." I told him. "And tonight, I need a good
time." I challenged.
"I can do both of those things."His smirk widened. I snorted and finished my
glass before pouring more. I walked over to his stereo and cranked the music
before getting back on his bed. I slipped off my shoes and started dancing. I
felt him watching me, but ignored it. "Bonnie," he whispered from behind me. I
jumped and tumbled off of the bed. He caught me before I hit the floor. It was
impossible to concentrate on anything but him. His eyes are so strong – I can't
look away.
"What?" I asked him. He smirked.
"What do you want right now?" He asked me.
"You," I breathed. "I want you and I don't want to feel bad about wanting you."
I told him. I moved on top of him and pressed my lips to his mouth. He clutched
me, tightly. I pulled away. "Do you want this?" I asked him.
"Yes," he gave the okay, but seemed too stunned to do anything else. I got up
and quickly downed my glass before turning to face him. No regrets. I just want
to have tonight. I can deal with the consequences tomorrow. I took off my shirt
and let it drop to the floor, next to me. I knew I had his attention. I
unbuttoned my jeans and wiggled out of them. I offered him my hand and helped
him up. I slid both hands under his shirt and felt his stomach and chest. I bit
my lip. He's even more defined than I imagined.
I worked his shirt off. I trailed my hand down his torso, fingering his happy
trail before touching his jeans. He never tried to stop me. I unbuttoned his
pants and felt inside. He's commando – of course he is. I didn't expect
anything less. I gripped his hard-on, smirking.
"Take them off." I whispered. I didn't have to tell him twice. I know that I'm
drunk, but all of this, makes me feel sober. I watched as his jeans hit the
floor. I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. This feels so liberating. I
looked up at his face and all of my doubts were gone. He's already breathing
heavily. He wants this just as much as I do. I started on my lace boyshorts,
when he stopped me.
"Let me." He requested, softly. I nodded. He gripped my hips and let his hands
caress my sides. He leaned in and started kissing my neck. I whimpered and
closed my eyes. His hands felt amazing – he was touching places that shouldn't
even feel this good to be touched. I felt his hands tracing my curves. "God,
you're so fucking beautiful." He grunted. Then his lips were attached to mine.
I moaned into the kiss and fastened my arms behind him. He skillfully slid off
my underwear and picked me up. I locked my legs behind his waist. We were
battling for dominance and I loved every second of it. I traced his length and
gripped it.
"Please," I asked. I didn't have to ask again. We never even made it to the
bed. My back was against the wall and his cock pushed inside of me. He made my
pussy sing. I moaned and dug my nails into his back.
"Bonnie," he whispered. My name has never sounded so erotic. I moved my hips in
time with his. It feels like we were made for this. He hit spots that made my
toes curl.
"Fuck," I moaned. I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down. He
growled and I slid my tongue inside of his hot, awaiting mouth. He pulled away.
I whimpered. We're both getting close – I can feel it. His eyes are red and his
fangs are out. I fingered the outside of his eyes and his teeth. This feels so
intimate. "Do it." I gave him permission. He hesitated. "Do it." I repeated.
His teeth slid into my flesh and I started shaking around him. We stayed
connected for ages.
He carried me to the bed and I stared at him. The things we did… I've only
fantasized doing with him. I never actually thought we would make them happen.
"Bonnie," he tried to get my attention. I looked up at his face. "Are you
okay?"
"More than okay," I nodded. He smirked. "You don't have to treat me any
differently tomorrow." I told him.
"There's no way that things are going to be the same between us." He argued.
"I don't believe that. You'll still be the stubborn Salvatore that's pining
over his brother's girlfriend. We barely get along." I reminded him.
"I'll just have to start feeding you booze." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "You
overestimate Elena. I'm not a lost puppy following her around. Yeah, I have
feelings for her, but she's not the only woman alive. I'm going to chain myself
to her legs and stalk her for the rest of my life. Who says I wasn't waiting
for something better to come along?" He asked. I shrugged.
"What's better?"
"You're better." He told me. I snorted.
"That's a first."
"That's not a 'no'."He smirked.
"That's not a 'yes', either."
"You know you want me, Judgy." He pressed. "I'm going to figure out how you
work."
"You've already figured out a lot more than anyone else has."
"That's not enough."
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