crying out for me

Chapter 6

Bonnie feels like she's on cloud nine as she fixes her hair for the kickoff. She has face paint on her face and her white sneakers on ready to cheer her ass off. Smiling she raises her fingers to her lips thinking about the feel of Damon's on her own. Last night was amazing and she will always treasure it.

He inches closer to her hesitantly as if he was asking for her permission. She leans forward also still holding his eyes. In a second their lips collide and they slowly move against each other. A fire burns through the tiny witch and she feels her heart start to thump against her chest. The night air gets more chilly and the wind picks up. Closing her eyes, she inhaled a breath through her nose and squeezes their laced fingers together as she gets as close as she can to him. Damon does the same and it's like they're under a spell. His other hand pulls her flush against him and he tilts his head inviting his tongue into her mouth. Her lips were as soft as he remembered, her body heat gave him the warmth he always relished in, and she smells as divine as always.

Bonnie uses her unoccupied hand to grab his tie tugging him down more towards her and her finger loosen to rest over his heart. A sigh leaves her mouth as his cold lips move more in a frenzy and she feels him back her up against her tiled home. Gasping she bites his lip in shock and receives a moan in response. God, she never heard a man moan before but it sounded hot nonetheless, it also helped that she caused him to moan.

With a grunt he pushes her deeper to the wall and closer against her. Bonnie nibbles on his lip making Damon put their joined hands above her head. "Bonnie" He drags. His voice sounded husky like he felt pleasure and it made her mouth twitch. Was she really making out with him on her porch? She gets her answer when she moans as he explores her mouth deeper. Suddenly he pulls away and she can breathe properly but she didn't want him to stop.

Breathing heavy she feels his forehead resting against her own and looks up at him. His lips were slightly red from her lipstick and his nose was pink from the cold air. She probably looked similar. Getting ready to say something, she closes her eyes for a bit but feels his hand drop from hers. In a blink the door swings opened and infront of her is no Damon.

Turning her head she sees her father looking around before he looks at her and she blinks wondering where Damon went. "Good, your home" Shocked at her father's arrival and Damon's sudden disappearance she blinks and just gapes at Rudy Bennett.

"Dad"

Her father had came home while she was out and she didn't know. Did Damon hide behind the bushes or on the side of the porch? But she still would've heard him if he did. Whatever the case he was fast and it had her wondering. But everytime she thinks of him she thinks of the feel of his hands, his tongue, and his mouth moving against hers. Then she isn't Kim Possible and is instead a lovestruck teenage witch.

Her father said he was back for a couple days but couldn't make it to the game because he had business to do late in the office. Her phone beeps and she checks it seeing Caroline let her know she was on her way. Instead of driving there Caroline suggested they arrive together.

Looking at her reflection one last time, she grabs her jacket and bag before heading down the stairs.

Opening the door she doesn't pay attention to her surroundings and close her door. She locks it and turns around tending. Inhaling a sharp breath, Bonnie feels herself get pulled into a vision.

Screaming

Blood

Fangs

8, 14, 22

Damon's staring down at her in worry and she wonders when did he get here and how long was her vision for? It seemed like she zoned out for a bit. Her heart is racing because the vision scared the crap out of her and she starts to breathe heavy.