I'd Go To Hell And Back For You (VD Fanfiction)

Chapter Five

     The next morning I awoke with a start. It was still dark outside, I turned over to look at the time. 4:47 am. I groaned rather loudly, but was grateful I had slept that long. Usually I would awake ridden with nightmares of Elena. That was not the case this time. I turned over to the other side to my surprise found Bonnie laying beside me. She was curled up under the blanket and looked very peaceful. I examined her carefully. I never really looked at her before, like really looked at her. Her short, brown hair fell softly onto the pillow and around her face. Her slim figure was hardened with the toll the world had taken on her. Her chest rose and fell evenly. Bonnie was beautiful. There was no denying that.

     She stirred slightly and suddenly I was rattled with guilt. Why was I thinking of her in this way? It was not right. Bonnie was Elena's best friend. She was my best friend. I should not objectify her. My chest tighten as I thought of Elena. She never slipped my mind. I carefully got out of bed to not wake Bonnie. I padded my way to the small bathroom. I locked the door and stared at myself in the mirror.

     Who was I? Who was Damon Salvatore? With Elena I had my place. She was my place in this crazy world. She was my everything. The tears started falling once again. I could not hold it back. I sobbed and sobbed with all that was in me. They racked my body, sending chills through my spine each time I breathed in. This pain would never stop. I needed to drink. Where could I find a liquor store? My head was spinning and my chest was a heavy weight.

     "Damon?" There was a soft knock on the door. I choked back the tears for a moment.

     "Yeah?" I looked at my reflection and splashed water on my face to get the puffiness to go down.

     "Are you alright? Will you open the door?" I hesitated. I was tempted to tell her to fuck off and storm out.

     Despite myself I slowly opened the door. She looked so small standing in just her shirt.

     "Shouldn't you be asleep?"

     She crossed her arms, "Shouldn't you?"

     I smirked at her. She bit her lip slightly and stared up at me. We stood like that for a moment.

     Before I knew what was happening she stepped closer to me and kissed me gently. I kissed her back, hesitantly at first. Then it was like I was thirsty and her lips were the only thing that could satisfy my thirst. I pushed her against the wall. Her hands were in my hair and pulling slightly. I took my mouth and trailed it down her neck with my tongue tracing her delicate skin. A quiet moan escaped her lips. It was like a hunger was awoken inside of me. I needed more. I picked her up and her legs wrapped around me. I laid both of  us on the bed.

     We were tangled up together. Her legs and arms intertwined with mine. It was a pleasured escape.

**Bonnie's POV**

I had no idea what came over me. I saw Damon standing in the bathroom doorway, it was obvious he had been crying. His shirt was tightly fitted, his hair was so messy, his pants fell just a little off the hips. He was sexy. I thought about his strong hands...before I could finish my thought he grabbed me. We were kissing passionately. The moment swept everything away. I was surprised and in shock, but my body seemed to take over. He pulled my shirt over my head. Our skin was pressed together and it felt so right.

Neither of us said anything after it was over. We laid in the dark and let the silence fill up the hotel room. I wish he would say something, anything. I knew he had to be thinking of Elena. I knew it because I was thinking of her, too. He had to regret it. It was just sex, though. Right? Sex is meaningless. The guilt of the situation starting eating at me not even ten minutes after. I could not believe I just did it. With Damon. Damon Salvatore. 

"I have to say, that was almost not disappointing." I tried cracking a joke because I could not take the silence any longer.

He did not respond. How rude? Was I that bad he doesn't want to comment...or was I that good? I smirked. I sat up on my arm to look at him.

He was asleep. His breathing was gentle. He looked so peaceful. I must have really worn him out. I giggled to myself. Then I remembered how he was ridden with nightmares. I smiled as I watched him sleep. What an angel.