prodigalsavior | We've been headed this way for a while...(for droo_ids)

Damon was having a particularly interesting weekend. The being locked in had ended up being far more fortuitous than he could have imagined. Elena's giving in without any threats or coercion, his new little playmate, sleeping all curled up in his bed for the moment tired from exertion and loss of blood. The fact that Stefan had left was something he was ignoring after his one message to the girls and the one conversation with Selene. However he felt about it, he wasn't going to dwell. He was losing himself in blood and sensation instead, which seemed far better than the leash he'd been keeping himself on before.

He paused outside of Elena's door, fingers sliding around the doorknob, ready to push it open, before his gaze flicked across the hall. He was feeling invincible, and that led to one thought. She wasn't a child anymore. She'd grown a great deal over the past year. Matt wasn't here to get in the way. And he'd been wondering what she tasted like since she'd offered that lovely white throat.

Smirking, he changed direction, moving to Bonnie's door, listening for a few moments to the sounds that told him she was inside, then knocked softly.

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Bonnie came to the door expecting... well, not Elena - that wasn't Elena's knock. But definitely not Damon, so she couldn't quite keep the surprise off her face when she opened the door and saw him.

"Damon! Um... hi." Her greeting sounded a little bit puzzled. "Were you looking for Elena?"

"No," Damon said with an amused smile. "I was looking for you."

He did his best to look innocent, or at least not up to anything, because if he looked too innocent she'd never buy it anyway. "Can I come in?"

"Okay...?" Bonnie said cautiously. She opened the door and stepped aside, all the while eyeing Damon with mild skepticism.

"You were really looking for me? Did something happen?"

Damon never turned up unless there was trouble.

"Nothing happened. Just thought you might be as bored as I am what with being locked in and all." He shot her a breezy smile.

"You have to actually invite me in," he added after a moment, with a bit of a wry smile, leaning against the doorjamb and nudging his toe at the invisible barrier. "'Okay' won't cut it..."

"Come in, Damon," Bonnie said with a little sigh of relief that no disasters had befallen their floor.

"I was getting a little restless," she admitted, suddenly feeling vaguely shy. She wasn't quite sure how to entertain a bored vampire.

"Thank you." Damon stepped across her threshold, feeling a little smug it had been so easy, and looking around her room as he moved into it. He cast her a glance that was full of something, not really a threat, but more intrigued as if assessing something about her, before moving on around the room.

"I can imagine. One has to wonder when they're going to let us go. Getting cooped up like this isn't at all...healthy. For any of us." Let her think what she wanted from that. Somewhere in there it had to occur to someone that locking up vampires in hotels full of humans wasn't the brightest idea.

Bonnie wasn't sure what to make of that look, the comment that followed after. She wasn't exactly scared, but...

"... You're totally here to bite me, aren't you." She tried not to sound at all nervous, though truthfully the prospect did make her sort of...flustered. But he couldn't really blame her for coming to the logical conclusion, right?

Damon gave her an injured look, even as he stopped his circuit of the room and moved closer to her. "Now, Bonnie...would I do that? After all we've been through?"

When he was close enough he reached out to tap her nose lightly. "Though, of course, if you felt the desire to offer up a little sustenance to a poor shut in, with no other recourse, I probably wouldn't find it in me to turn you down."

This time. He felt fairly certain he wouldn't need to use Power, really. She'd been eager enough to experience it a year ago--why not now?

Bonnie gave him a look that said she wasn't buying the innocent act, which held up admirably for the time it took her to take a tiny step back. She thought more clearly the more distance there was between them, though she wasn't moving very far.

"Welllll, I might be inclined to offer, maybe, if I thought said shut-in wouldn't get the wrong idea about me."

Another tiny step back; as curious as she was, Bonnie wasn't sure how she felt about being a convenient snack.

Damon moved when she did, keeping in close, pressing his advantage, and not giving her space. His lips curved in a bit of a smirk, reading her discomfort, but noting it was accompanied by a lack of real fear, real upset.

"What idea is it that you don't want me to get, and I can promise not to get them," he said, voice dropping to hold the depth of midnight he was capable of. "I already know this isn't something you do on a regular basis, and I can promise I certainly won't think less of you..."

Far from it. He'd been curious about her all year, mind flicking back to that one sweet kiss and wondering what she tasted like deeper than that one brush of lips.

"I just don't want it getting around that I'm easy prey for any vampire who comes along asking nicely enough." Or easy anything, for that matter.

"I'm a girl, not a human juice-box," she added defiantly. She'd stopped moving away from him, because she didn't want him thinking she was still a scared little girl. And also, all that backing up was doing was putting her closer to the bed, which wasn't a very good spot for decision-making. If she was going to do this she wanted to be clear-headed about it.

"Of course you are," he said, making himself sound soothing, rather than amused. "And any other vampire who comes along asking nicely, or not, will have to answer to me." There was something dark in his voice, then, but she couldn't know why, given what he'd done, but the idea of her as prey for anyone, or anything, else, made him more than a little cranky.

He reached out to wind a curl around his forefinger, standing close. "I'm not going to hurt you, Bonnie..."

Why he was bothering to argue the point instead of just compelling her, he didn't know, but somehow it seemed important she give in of her own free will. Or, well, at least mostly. He dipped his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

Bonnie shivered at the sudden possessiveness or... whatever it was that made him sound like that. There was something oddly comforting about the idea of him keeping other vamps away.

"I know..." she mumured quietly, having briefly almost forgotten to breathe when he touched her. "I trust you."

And surprisingly, she did, up to a point. Enough that she believed he wouldn't actually hurt her on purpose, anyway.

Damon arched an eyebrow a that statement, not sure he was ready, or willing, to be trusted, nevermind if Elena insisted on doing it. Then again, none of them had ever played quite by the rules of being truly afraid of him, respectful of his power. Even Elena had gotten over that the first time she'd let him have her blood, as if she'd seen something inside of him that he didn't know about. He faltered slightly in this plan, afraid Bonnie might get the idea to go poking around as well, but he shook that off.

"I'm not Stefan," he said, instead, softly and warningly, lips brushing hers in a sweet kiss, before he pulled back. His fingers slid to tangle with hers as he tugged her toward the sofa.

"It's more comfortable if you're sitting..."

We've been headed this way for a while...(for droo_ids) - Backd

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