A/N I KNOW MONNIE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE, AND I DONT CARE. I STILL WANTED TO DO THIS. MATT and BONNIE have too much potential. *AH*

SUMMARY This is no longer a one shot. Some ideas popped into my head. I just wanted to make a Monnie story. I love the idea of them, but I haven't seen any on here. So here's my opportunity. Little Bonnie Bennett and Matty Blue Eyes meet up after years of Bonnie living in DC she comes back to Mystic Falls with A job offer, and the opportunity to let her daughter have a relationship with her father. She and Matt run in to each other, and decide to hang out. Charming Bonnie Bennett, and Sweet Matt Donovan. One thing leads to another. Bonnie is hardly over her ex, but MAtt will pursue her anyway. Damon is her crazy ex and father to her daughter, and He is married to Elena, and they have twins of the same age. He's not willing to let Bonnie go that easy.

*some SMUT !

*Unbeta'd, I do not own characters!

*Enjoy the read!

OLD FRIENDS

Bonnie was bit nervous. She was on her way out for a night with an old friend from high school. She ran into him a few days ago at a work related function her company had thrown her for her promotion. Bonnie was a reporter for a big in the state capital, and was being promoted to an editing position. Several important city figures were there and Captain Matt Donovan was one of them. It had been a while since they'd seen one another. Matt never left Mystic Falls. Bonnie left to pursue her journalism career in Washington DC, as a reporter at several different small news paper and reporting sources. When she wanted to have more responsibility with writing and press she applied at her local hometown newspaper for the open editor position. Now she's back in her hometown with the position of a lifetime and getting ready to go on a date with her former best friend Matt Donovan.

"So what do you think, the red or the blue ?" Bonnie asks her daughter Brenna.

"Neither mom. I like you better with marigold. It brings out your skin." Her ten year old says.

"Your too astute for a fifth grader."

"Well, i just want to see you looking your best, mom."

"Yea, well the Marigold is an around the neck strap. There are no sleeves to it."

"So. Your shoulders are one of your best features."

Bonnie never wanted to go back to Mystic Falls after things ended badly with her and Damon. The best thing to come of them was Brenna, and now that she was back in Mystic Falls, Brenna would be closer to her dad, and step siblings.

"Well, your step mother will be here to pick you up, so... Let's make sure all of your things are together so that we don't end up forgetting anything. You get to slumber party with your sisters. How exciting, right?"

"Not really. I'd rather stay home and watch movies with you. But I guess it'll be kind of fun living closer to them now." She looks at her mom with a half smile and Bonnie searches her daughters face for what might be perceived as dishonesty.

"Hey, I know things haven't been easy since the move and I know that you and your dad are going to be getting to know each other better, but I want you to know everything will be better once I start my new job and once you start school. Things will go more smoothly for you having your sisters at school with you and I'll have more money to get you re-enrolled in dance classes. It's going to work out for us, I promise."

Brenna wasn't that excited to get to know her twin sisters of the same age. After all, she felt as though her dad picked them over her. She had no way of knowing all about her mom and dads relationship. But at her age it didn't take much to see her dad living with her sisters and she and her mom had been alone all of these years. She didn't care about extending her and her moms family beyond what it was. She was content. Although she was happy to have her Nana and great grams in the picture now.

But for tonight, she was happy to see her mom getting dressed up and meeting up with a man to go on a date. Her mom was a busy woman who hasn't been on a date that Brenna could think of. She watched her mom get dressed up and thought about how amazingly stunning she looked. And wondered how could her father not have made it work with her mom. She looked her up and down and smiled.

"Mom, you look freakin amazing. I can't wait to hear all about your date." Brenna smiled and was then distracted by the doorbell ringing.

"Well there goes your step mom. Let's get ready to head downstairs."

"Ugh. I wish I could've just gone to Nanas house tonight."

"Bren, your sisters are excited to see you. Come on. Remember, we are going to try and enjoy this together."

"I know mom. Okay I'm sure I'll be fine." She and Bonnie walk to the front door gathering the last of Brenna's things and opening the door.

"Hello, Elena." She says to her estranged ex-best friend.

"Hey Bonnie. Long time no see." Elena says with a rather big smile on her face reaching in for a hug.

Bonnie reluctantly hugs her back, with a puzzled look to her face but still a genuine hug.

"You look great, Bonnie. Like wow! Hot date?"

Bonnie gives her a furrowed brow of shock and disdain.

"Oh gosh I'm sorry, how presumptuous of me. I know it's none of my business. But you look great."

"Thanks Elena. So she has everything she should need in her bag. I also gave her some money in case you guys go to the movies or something. She has her cell phone with ONLY emergency numbers programmed in it, she can't use it for any other purpose."

"Oh of course, but we'll keep her busy anyways. She'll be fine. You ready Breanna?"

"It's Brenna!"

"Oh okay. I'm sorry. I'm not the best at names. Well Brenna lets go the girls are at the house with your dad and are absolutely excited to see you. They were getting things ready for you." Elena says with a voice of excitement.

"Okay. See ya later Mommy." She called her mommy when she was in her feelings.

"By baby girl. I love you. Kiss kiss! Goodnite my love. Call me before you hit the sack if you remember." They hug and kiss.

"Okay. Nite mom. And mom, have fun, you look breathtaking."

Bonnie blushes. "Thanks sweetness." She watches her daughter walk away with the woman who her boyfriend cheated on her with ten years ago. Her ex best friend. If you would've ever told Bonnie she'd be letting this woman pick her daughter up for a slumber party, she would've slapped you. But she's done a lot of growing up in the last ten years.

As the car pulled off Bonnie walked to her room to find her heels. Her skin was perfectly bronzed. And she had her toes pedicures to perfection, along with her manicured nails. She wore minimal makeup, mascara, toner, light blush and dark lips to counter her marigold dress. Her hair was in an up do with some loosely fallen curls. Her marigold dress stopped mid thigh and the waist was cinched in the top was a halter and the bottom was loosely draped, barely covering her gorgeously toned legs.

"There they are." She says spotting her gold strappy four inch heels. She felt she might be a little too gold tonight. But Brenna said this was the outfit to make all heads turn. Not that Bonnie cared, but Brenna was her good luck charm. After stumbling around a bit trying to put her heels on she finally stood before the full body mirror and checked herself out. Nipping and tucking, pulling and placing, checking her slight bulges as she doesn't believe in spanks. Bonnie thinks spanks are trickery, and the slight pouch she has will just have to do for whatever guy decides he wants to see her naked. Not that she trying to get naked with Matt. After all he was Matt. The consummate gentleman. The nice guy. He wouldn't make a pass at Bonnie if he was paid too. He was always such a respectful kid growing up. So, naturally he's grown up to be the ultimate gentlemen. In fact, Bonnie wasn't sure why he wasn't married with a family by now.

Doorbell rings.

"Why am I nervous, it's just Matty?"

Maybe because I'm a shitty friend and I lost touch with him once I left Mystic Falls. I haven't been there for him, and now I'll have to answer to all of my bad decisions in life that concern his and my friendship.

Bonnie saunters over to the door with her small clutch in hand and perfectly bronzed skin.

She is expecting absolutely nothing from this night. If anything she's excited to catch up with an old friend, have some drinks, tell some stories and reconnect now that she's back in town hoping they can continue being friends. After all she left for almost a decade. Things have changed and coming back to Mystic Falls, Bonnie is definitely all alone as far as friends go. When Elena and Damon betrayed Bonnie, well Caroline didn't choose sides but marrying Stefan Salvatore made Elena her family now and Bonnie would never have made Caroline choose. She made the choice for her. Taking her one year old daughter and leaving to pursue journalism as a major. Damon sent a monthly stipend which he and Bonnie settled on outside of court, which allowed Bonnie to get Brenna a nanny until she was old enough to start school. This helped Bonnie to finish school and begin her unpaid internship. Five years she utilized the stipend to keep Brenna in excellent care, then after that she put the money in an account for Brenna which she can have access to once she turns eighteen. That money was Damon's biggest contribution. He refused to have a relationship with Bonnie when she decided to up and move to DC, in turn neglecting Brenna. Up until two years ago when he reached out on her eight birthday. He's made a better effort since then. Bonnie was a messy professional. Her life was a mess of sorts being a dance mom, and participating in PTA things, "momming" was her social life. But her professional life was cut throat, investigative journalism. She made no time for dating. Random workplace hookups but that was it. Right now she was about to open the door of the past and look into the eyes of a familiar face. A friendly face that she missed so much.

Opens door.

Jaw drops.

Has he even aged? Sheeeesh!

"Little Bonnie Bennett."

"Matty Blue Eyes. I mean, Mathew Donavan. Correction... Captain Donavan."

"No I've always appreciated just being Matty to you. You are the only person to ever call me that besides Vicky." He says to her.

"I'm very sorry. I heard she's hasn't gotten any better."

"Hey no worries. She's made her bed. All I can do is be a big brother and love her from a distance until she's ready to get the help she needs."

"Yea. Well you know my mom had an issue for a while. She's a good person to talk to about it, and you can always lean on me." She says giving a softened smile his way.

Bonnie can't help but to notice some differences in Matt. He face definition is so masculine and chiseled. Just perfect Greek features. His smile was still easy to get lost in, because it was so honest. His blonde hair was a tad bit darker, like a light brown, and his blue eyes were grayish. She doesn't know if it's his age that has defined his features but was it possible for a man to age and become even more beautiful. Well Matt had perfected the all American look. A look Bonnie wasn't normally attracted to because she was usually into assholes with leather jackets and bourbon breath.

"Yea I appreciate it. But I'm not worried about it right now. All I'm worried about is getting you out in the town to show you off. Wow, you look absolutely stunning. The color you are wearing, really looks good on you. I should make sure to be a the consummate gentlemen tonight because the thoughts going through my head aren't very gentlemen-like. You are still just as gorgeous as I remember Bon." He looks her up and down and bites his lip.

BON? She hasn't heard that in a while. "Thanks Matty."

"The way you say that... Whew. Kind of does things to me." He says.

"Really, I guess I should-"

"No, I like it. I like it when you say it anyway." He says looking at her with that innocent face of his.

"Well, I guess we should head on out." She says not letting an awkward moment exchange between them.

"Yea. I've made reservations outside of town for dinner, and after that, I was going to make you dessert at my place."

"Well alright then. Sounds amazing."

"It will be as long as you're there." He still has the deepest, sweetest voice.

Matt is the perfect gentlemen all night. He and Bonnie spend a couple hours at the restaurant eating, laughing and having drinks. Exactly as she expected, her and Matt caught up as if they never lost touch. He was a perfect gentleman and she expected nothing less from him. He compliments her all night and she doesn't think much of it because he's Matt, he sweet like that.

"I'll admit Bon, when I found out you were coming back I was very excited. I knew that I wanted to get the opportunity to hang out with you one on one."

"Well, I'm happy that of all people, I'm here with you. I really missed you and realized that I'm such a terrible friend. All of these years just shutting everyone out. I was alone. But I thought I'd rather have that then anyone's pitty. Let alone making anyone feel as if they had to choose between Elena and me. I just removed myself from the equation."

"Is that how you felt this entire time Bon? I felt like a shitty friend for not being able to be someone you could have leaned on more. I have felt like crap all of these years, and to hear you felt crappy, goes to show how much you haven't changed. You're the same caring Bon, I grew up with. Worried about how the rest of us feel."

"Well not entirely. I've become slightly selfish over the years."

"Good for you. You should have."

"Ya know I could've been a better friend while you were dealing with Vicky the past few years."

"As good as a friend as I should've been after yours and Damon's separation."

"All bygones right. Life is short."

"Absolutely."

"So Police Department Captain? Wow."

"Actually sheriffs department, but yes, I've come along way. I was never the college kid, and I knew I wouldn't want to take football past college, so I was passionate about law enforcement."

"It fits you."

"Thanks."

Matt and Bonnie share a not so innocent glance at one another and he interrupts his own thoughts to speak. "Listen I'm going to get the check. Why don't you walk up front to wait for me, and I'll be right there." He stands up to pull her seat out and lead her to the front of the place.

Matt gets his car, from valet and opens the door for Bonnie. When he walks around and gets in the car he feels the need to clear some air, "So this car, is awesome. I love driving it. But I know what you are thinking, and I am still a truck guy through and through. But it's a nice little toy to play with here and there." He says of his cherry red Corvette Z06 Coupe.

Once they get to Matts house, the tension between the two is so thick you can cut it with a knife. A combination of flirting all night, and reminiscing, both Matt and Bonnie are feeling a bit nervous about being alone at his house. Well, she is very nervous. He continues to wow her with his ability to make her smile and feel comfortable despite the time that has separated them.

"You know, Bon, I've perfected the root beer float because of you. The perfect amount of rootbeer to vanilla ice scream, with a dash of vanilla extract." He tells her while they slowly eat the root beer floats he made them. "Sorry I know I said desert, but this is still my favorite desert and I remember when you and I were kids, we would eat these all of the time in the summer."

"Are you kidding this is perfect. I've actually not had one of these in years, and I think my daughter would love it if I made her one of these."

"Or I could make her one." He said almost presumptuously.

Bonnie hitches her breath and looks at him questionably.

"I mean whenever you're ready I'd like to meet her. After all she is your daughter, a part of you. I'd love to know your daughter."

"Yeah, I'd like that. She a bit of an impassive recluse. But I'm sure we could work something out."

"She sounds interesting, like her mom."

"Ha. Interesting is an understatement." Bonnie laughs and Matt gets lost in her laughter. Bonnie Bennett's laughter didn't come often, but when it did...

"You know that use to be one of my favorite sounds."

"What?"

"Your laugh. It's contagious and heart warming."

Bonnie blushes unknowingly. Matt had a way of being honest with her in such a way you couldn't tell it was a compliment, because he was that sincere about it. She looked at his serious face and he was penetrating her with a deepness that made her nervous.

"You know, Bon, I have no idea how you see me. But I'm not the same boy from high school," he says getting up from his sofa and walking towards her, as she sits on a barstool in his kitchen. His grey eyes and chiseled face are intimidating. Matt takes his suit jacket off and sits it on the back of the leather barstool she is parked on. He begins unbuttoning his cuff links, and never breaks eye contact with her. Rolling up his sleeves, he takes the root beer float from her hand and sits it on the countertop.

Bonnie gulps and looks up nervously at the man who stands above her who she used to remember as her childhood best friend. The innocent, sweet faced, kid who did no wrong. EVER.

"I may be so far fetched here, about how this night has gone, but I really don't think so. Because I think I've been picking up your signals all night."

"Matt?"

He begins unbuttoning his shirt. He leaves his entire button up undone once he takes a loose all of the buttons. His body is so well sculpted, she wasn't sure if he was thirty-two or twenty-two. The definition in his abs looked like they were spray painted on. 'Was he an extra in the movie gladiator?' His V, 'Oh God his V, hot damn!'

Bonnie looks down at her feet that dangle from the barstool. "Bonnie?" She looks up at his frame.

"Good lord." She says that out loud. "I'm sorry I can't believe I said that out loud."

Matt laughs. "Don't be shy, I don't put all this work into my body so a woman can NOT like it."

"Matt you are very... I should go." She says nervously.

Matt stands behind Bonnie, rubbing her outer biceps up and down as if he were warming her up. "Bon, do you really want to leave?"

She closes her eyes leaning back just slightly into his hard body, "I really should go."

"He leans into her ear and whispers, "Do YOU want to leave, Bon. Or can I persuade you to stay?"

"Matt, I think if I stay, we'll do something that changes the dynamic of our friendship. This time and we won't be able to fix it."

"What if I don't want to be your friend?" Matt turns her body towards his, Looking into her eyes, and smiling, "Bon, when we were kids, I had a huge crush on you. I would pretend to myself that you were my girlfriend. If a person ever would've told me, that one day I'd even take you on a date, I would have laughed. But here I am, with you, and I feel as though you've been flirting with me all night. Now I'm no expert, but I'm an adult, and you're an adult, and-"

"Matt. You are definitely putting yourself out there, and while I can appreciate that, I mean, really appreciate that. I am not sure I'm ready for taking such a step in that direction with a man right now."

Bonnie turns down Matts advances, and he is hurt by it. But more than that he is disappointed in himself for coming on so strong to Bonnie.

"Ugh. This is embarrassing."

"Please don't be embarrassed, Matt. I haven't had sex with a man since Damon. I just don't have the desire to be sexual until I can be committed."

"Wow, I'm shocked. You've basically been-"

"Celibate. So please don't feel as if it's you. Okay? It's not its me, it's definitely me. I'm just a mess okay, and I have my daughter, and it's been just she and I for Eight years."

"Damnit, Bon. I'm sorry. I feel like such a douche right now. How could I possibly think that you would want to... Knowing your past, and... I just... I'm sorry okay. Wow. Damnit Matt."

"Please Matt don't blame yourself. I would, if I could just be that girl that is open sexually. I'm such a prude." Bonnie starts laughing at herself and crying at the same time.

"Bonnie, don't do that, on account of me. You are beautiful. You are perfect okay. Listen, I like you Bonnie. And I'm okay just talking or hanging out. Just know, that I want to be in your life. I still, I want to hang out with you. Even if just as friends. I don't want to lose touch again."

"I'd love for you to be in my life Matt. Of course. I would love nothing more." She smiles. "I'm sorry for breaking down, this was embarrassing. Goes to show how often I date."

"So no dates, no nothing since Damon?"

"Well meaningless workplace hook ups. You know, nothing serious. All I have time for is work. So for me, being friendly with a couple coworkers here and there was all I had time for. But whenever it came down to having to sex it stopped. Once I said no to sex, we stopped hanging out."

"Wow, I'm sorry Bon. Well listen, that's not me okay. I'm here for you, as a friend, or even as more of you want."

"Matt, how is it that you haven't been taken off of the market yet, you have always been too good of a catch?"

"I guess just waiting to be caught by the right girl, is all." He says looking into her green eyes. "You are just as beautiful now, as you were then little Bonnie Bennett."

She smiles. He smiles.

"Hey, Bonnie. Why don't you stay the night with me. I will be a gentleman, we can watch movies and just talk. I have a guest bedroom, but if you prefer my bedroom, then I'll sleep in the guest bedroom. I just want to hang out with you some."

"Sure Matt."

"Okay."

Matt and Bonnie stay up late watching movies, drinking wine and laughing, about old times. Matt's plees to be honest with Bonnie must have worked in his favor. Because she was slowly warming up to his advances and flirting. Matt begins massaging Bonnie's hands.

"Oh my gosh, Matt. Your hands are perfect."

"What do you mean?"

"You use the perfect amount of hard pressure, but your touch remains delicate. I'm debating asking you to massage my back." She says laughing. "I'm just kidding, but seriously, those hands."

"I'll massage your back, Bon."

"Really? Without sounding desperate, I'll take it." She giggles. Her wine is really doing the trick. Because Bonnie is loosening up to Matt. Bonnie lays on her stomach and proceeds to let Matt work her over with his magical hands.

"Bon, you are pretty tense for such a small woman."

"Yeah, well I've never had a massage. So maybe that's why?"

"Maybe. Hey if you take your top off it will feel even better."

"Are you trying to get me naked, Matt?" She asks making him nervous.

"No, I'm sorry. Just being honest."

"It's okay Matt. Don't worry. I was joking. Here, I can do that."

A tipsy Bonnie sits up and untied the back of her halter dress. Forgetting she was braless, Matt gets a small side glance of Bonnie's breast. He clears his throat and turns his head trying not to disrespect her.

"Well here goes nothing, my top is down so I hope those magical hands of yours keep your promise to make me feel good."

Matt could think of a million things his hands could do to make her feel good, but for now he stuck to massaging. He grabs some warm oil he has, because apparently he's done this before; Once he gets to work on her body, Bonnie immediately responds. Salaciously.

Her moans rolled off of her tongue like she was having sex. Matt was taken back but, he went with it. Then he realized she was moaning because he was massaging her sides along her breast. Maybe Bonnie didn't realize where matts hands were, because he sure didn't, but once he realized he couldn't stop after hearing her moan that way. When he lowers his hands to the tops of her hips, he slowly pulls down her dress which is still covering her lower half. He takes his time, rocking the material of the dress softly back and forth until it starts climbing over the mounds of her ass cheeks. He allows her panties to move with her dress, realizing that this move will place a naked Bonnie Bennett at his fingertips, but also understanding that it can make or break his chances with her.

He's feeling brave, and he decides to pull her clothes off. Once the material is past her mounds, he slowly slides it down her legs. Her beautifully sculpted legs tempt him to spread them then and there but time isn't exactly on his side and he wants to make sure he utilizes his time to the best of his abilities. Maximizing the potential to pleasure Bonnie. He works his strong hands back up her legs slowly, massaging the tension out of her body. His strong hands help soften her muscles and works his way higher and higher.

Matt is now cupping Bonnie's cheeks with his large hands. Her meaty cheeks are larger than his hands, but his large hands gripping her gets her excited and the moans are louder. He grips her ass cheeks and begins kneading them, a little rougher than he was before, but it was necessary because her ass was a piece of flesh that needed tenderizing. Her moans, mixed with the feel of her in his palms was waking an animalistic side to him. He pulled back and stopped. 'Damn, she's drunk. I should stop.'

"Matt, please don't stop. Keep going." She says and although he was confused, he followed her request to touch her, and continue making her feel good. He allowed his hardworking hands to become greedy and consuming, he flipped her body over searched her eyes and proceeded to finish what her started on her back.

Bonnie looked at Matt. He still had on his suit pants, but he was shirtless. She lay before him naked and he was ready to put his hands to work on her bronze skin with his hot oil, no pun intended. She doesn't even attempt to cover her body because her liquid courage made her feel comfortable. Even her imperfect little pouch at her stomach couldn't bother her right now. Matt sat with his legs on either side of Bonnie. He just stared at her body. It was starting to make her want to cover herself. Just as she felt the urge, he lowered his body on hers and grabbed her beautiful bronzed breast and held them together so he he could suck them back to back. Bonnie nervously shut her eyes, letting him touch her, shuttering to his touch. 'Only Damon.' She said to herself, trying to be open. Matts tongue helped her to open up because her was applying just the right amount of suction to her nipples and the entire fat of her breast tissue was still being massaged by his magical hands. Bonnie allows her hands to wonder the scalp of Matt's hair, massaging his scalp with her bit of focus she had for him.

Matt looks up at her and says, "Relax Bon, I got you." Just like that she melts.

His beautiful lips and his hot tongue work her breast pulling some intensity that leads a strong sensation down to her lady bits. She notices every time he sucks at her nipples, her nerves in her pussy throb. She starts moaning again. This mans body is in top of her, his beautifully chiseled body. His hard body, swallowing hers whole. Her moans tickle his ears, making him smile. "If this makes you moan, I can't wait to put it in."

'Omg!' As her daughter would say. 'Why have I gotten myself into.'

Matt gets up and takes his pants off. She tries not to look and he smiles, because making her nervous makes him slightly cocky. But not irritating cocky, the kind of cocky that makes him want to please her and leave his mark in her.

"Bon, your beautiful. Every part of you." He lifts her up and carries her to his bedroom. He gently lays her down on his large bed, and spreads her legs. He eyes her pussy like a predator. He looks a little less like Matty, and a little more like Captain Donavan right now. Intimidating and serious. Then he licks his lips making her nervous. "You have a beautiful pussy Bon, I bet you taste just as good."

"Ahhh," she says lowly and nervously, but anxiously awaiting the feel of his mouth in her. He uses his large hands, and gently holds her legs apart as wide as he can, luckily she's flexible. He kisses on her inner most thighs softly. Dragging the moisture of his lips from one kiss to the next, pulling at her emotions and nerves, making her pussy liquefy before his eyes. He moves his lips to her pussy lips and very softly starts sucking on her pussy lips one at a time. Pulling gently, sucking, and licking. He feels her body shutter. He loves making her feel good, and controlling her. After he does this a few minutes, he takes her clit between his lips and rubs his tongue all around it. He applies the right amount of pressure from his tongue, causing her to stir beneath him, her breathy moans are long drawn out songs now. He locks in oath of her thighs with his biceps, not allowing her space to move, keeping her entire pussy locked into his mouth, he eats her like he was starved. Maybe he was, but if he was it was for her. He enjoyed eating her as much as she enjoyed being eatin up. He moaned tasting her juices, forcing his tongue deep inside of her. Making love to her pussy with his mouth, he could taste every corner of her kitty and he loved the way she tasted. "Bonnie, you taste good I could eat your pussy all night."

'Oh god, Matty, why are you talking like this? Not that I'm complaining.'

Matt continues to surprise Bonnie and make her feel good in every way. If she knows what's good for her, she won't keep thinking she's dealing with Matty blue eyes from high school, she's dealing with Mathew Donovan, the man who ten years later, has only gotten better with age in every way.

Matt grabs his handcuffs. Not some fake, cheap aluminum cuffs from the sex store, the one he uses to arrests criminals and rough them up.

"You trust me little Bonnie Bennett?"

"I don't know." She says feeling nervous about him and his cuffs.

He laughs cockily. "That's exactly why I'm gonna enjoy this so much."

She sits up and attempts to remain a bit guarded.

"Ah ah ahh." He says waiving his finger in the air. "I'm going to make this good for you. I promise." He grabs another set of cuffs.

'What the what?!' Her nerves go a little crazy and he loves the way he's making her buckle. "Damn Bon, your sexy as fuck when you look at me like that. You make this too easy."

"What do you mean, too easy?"

"What man doesn't want to punish a beautiful woman? You're genuine fear right now, which by the way I can smell a mile away, makes me want to punish you so good, yet, so bad."

He climbs over her body. So closely slithering along her like a snake. He takes each hand and cuffs her to his bed. With both sets of cuffs. "No don't move." He laughs and she's looking at him like 'what the fuck?'

Matt lights a cigar, and takes a couple of puffs. "I need this, your tightness might make me cum quick. And I intend to punish you all night."

"Matt, I'm not sure about this. You're making me nervous."

"Good, that means your pussy is gonna get good and wet for me."

"Matt who the fuck are you?"

"You make me laugh little Bonnie Bennett. I'm still Matty blue eyes, but, for you, tonight, I'm Captain Donovan. I'm going to punish you for being a bad girl."

"What did I do that was so bad?"

"You came back to Mystic Falls, and made me love you again."

She gulps and her eyes widen with a sincere loss of words.

"That dress, those legs, that delicious pussy, those fucking perfect nipples, on those pretty titties, and that face, that makes a man want to be honest and good. I can't forgive you for making me fall for you tonight. But I can punish you."

Bonnie doesn't remember ever feeling like a man needed her with such desire and fervor.

"God, I love your beautiful brown skin. Your sculpted like my favorite piece of art. Sun kissed and perfectly plump in the right places." He was getting hard staring at her nude before him.

Matt takes another long puff of his cigar as he drops his drawers.

A small gasp escapes her mouth as she sees his body. The carpet matches the drapes she thinks. Good god all mighty I didn't know a mans dick could look that big when it's not fully erect.

"Yea, I know. I'm blessed." He says as if he read her thoughts. "I'm a grower and a show-er."

'Cocky mother fucker.'

"Yea, I'm cocky. I told you, I'm not the same boy you once knew. I mean I'm him, but I'm fucking better in every way." He climbs on the bed with his cigar in between his teeth. Prepping himself to enter her, he takes one last puff. Then he tosses it somewhere.

Bonnie's hands are cuffs on either side of his head board. He lifts her lower half of her body up bringing her to rest on his thighs. While he refuses to look at anything but her, she looks at the ceiling, preparing herself for him. He climbs over her and grabs her in a kiss, passionately and says, "I can't wait to fuck you."

Then as soon as he finds her opening with the tip of his dick, he thrusts himself deeply in her juicy hot pussy. All of the teasing and talking made her wet, dripping In fact. Her pussy was throbbing and he was going to make her scream in utter pleasure. He thrusts his meat into her, making her feel his dick so deep he hits her insides and the position makes him able to penetrate her more deeply than she's been penetrated. He's up on his knees and he has her lift to him, his dick in her pussy he opens her legs slightly to go deeper, supporting her body weight she has no choice but to be at his mercy with her hands cuffed. Thrust after thrust Bonnie, moans louder and louder. Matt is hitting her walls in every way from the position.

"Oh Matt."

"Yes, baby say my name just like that, nothing sounds better than my name on your tongue while I'm fucking you. Say it again, Bonnie. Who's fucking you?"

"Oh my God, Matt. Yes. Please fuck me, fuck me! Oh God, yes! Matt."

Matt pinches at Bonnie's nipples while he fucks her. He's making her sensitivity levels go off the charts. The room is hot, their heat is hot, he's sweating like he's in a sauna, and she speaks salaciously to him, because he's making her talk like a dirty little girl.

"Say it again Bonnie."

"You fuck my kitty so good. Ah yes, me so horny, me love you long time." She quotes on of his favorite movies. They used to watch it when they were teens.

He smiles, he's a perv, but he doesn't care.

"You so horny? Yea, you nasty little girl, you so horny for what?"

"Me so horny for your cock."

"Fuck yeah baby. Now fuck me from the bottom Bonnie."

And she does. She works her leg muscles in utter pain, just to feel the pleasure of his cock inside of her. He pushes into her while she pushes into him, and he lets her work her magically rolling hips around his big cock muscle.

"You have quite possible the best fucking pussy I've ever had Little Bonnie Bennett.

She's not sure if she should be turned on or scared at the "little Bonnie Bennett" referenced, but at the moment he's asserting some dominance over her with that phrase and she doesn't even care.

Bonnies legs get tired and she slows down, Matt turns Bonnie over and now her arms are cross crossed. He pokes her perfect ass in the air, and enters her from behind. Holding on to her hips, he thrusts so deep she cries for him to stop. He doesn't stop, he instead reaches around to her clit and rubs her senselessly. She has little to no control because of the compromising position of her cuffed wrists. Matt sits up giving her clit a rest, and starts smacking her butt until he sees his handprints. He's not a light-handed person either. His large, heavy hands, rock Bonnie's body to the core, his slaps are of the punishing variety. And he is relentless until he sees red hand prints, which took a while on her brown skin. All the while he pounded into her.

Her cries go on and on, and Matt was serious about not cuming quick, because he fucked her for hours

"Your dripping wet Bonnie, I'm soaked in your juices. You like what my cock does to you, Bon?"

"Yes."

"You love it don't you? Tell me how much."

"I fucking love it. I fucking love your cock inside of me."

Matt leans in holding his head board, pushing himself into abonnie hard, listening to her sing his praises. He gives her no air, no space. Turns her body back into her back and burries himself inside of her. Once he finds her g-spot, he hits it over and over again until she cums, and when she cums he rubs her clit so her orgasm will be long and hard; and unbeknownst to "little Bonnie Bennett" she was a squirter. Matt hits one out of the ball park right after her. His manly grunts sated her insecurities, she knew he loved the experience as much as she did. For the rest of the night, they sleep naked in his bed, her arm draped over him, his around her waist.

The next morning, Bonnie wakes up so she can go home, before her daughter gets there. Matt give her some of his clothes to wear home. Bonnie feels completely awkward about it all. Matt had her doing some pretty dirty things last night, and she kept thinking about Brenna the next day, and how she was at her dads house last night. Damon popped in her mind, and she felt uncomfortable. Matt tried to let her know she could feel safe and comfortable with him.

"Hey Bon, about last night..."

"I'd rather, not talk about it Matt."

"Okay. I'm sorry."

There is some awkward silence.

"Bonnie, I want to see you again."

"Matt, last night was not me."

"That's okay Bon, I don't need you to be that way. I mean don't get me wrong, it was amazing, but, I meant everything I said about us last night. I want to be there for you, I want us to be friends, or even more. Its up to you. I want to meet your daughter, and I want to be in your life."

"Thanks Matt. I have a lot of confusion right now, especially with all that went down. I enjoyed it, but its not me, and I need to really think about all of this."

Bonnie looks out of the window of his Silverado. She just tries not to hurt her brain over her salacious behavior from the night before. She feels utterly embarrassed.

They pull up to her house, and low and behold, there is Brenna and Damon, waiting outside for her. Bonnie is officially feeling the affects of her walk of shame, right now. In front of her own daughter, and Ex. This feeling sucks she thinks. Matt leans in and kisses her cheek as she gets out and she smiles at him. Walking towards two raven haired, blue-eyed people who's gazes couldn't feel more threatening.

She's in Matts clothes with her hair a mess, and her makeup, well, luckily she washed it off this morning.

"Hey, mom." Brenna says, looking puzzled and confused.

"So, if this is how you do things, I guess there will be problems between you and I, BonBon."

"Not now Damon."

"Mom how was your date?" Brenna asks hoping her mom had a great time not understanding what a walk of shame is quite yet.

"Yeah, Bonnie, how was your date, this out to be good." He says, grabbing her by her shoulders forcing her to look at him, like the asshole he is.

"I guess you can see I had a great time."

Brenna interrupts. "What did you guys do?"

"Got to your room." They both say in unison.

She leaves, but not without hugging her mom.

"If you are going to be staying the night at the houses of men on your first date, I don't think you are setting a good example for my daughter."

"Damon, what I do when you aren't around is none of your business. Also, you need to understand one thing. You don't have a say over what I do. Who I date. Or where I lay my head when Bren is with you. Got it?"

"But I have a say when you fuck someone else, knowing you and I just made love to one another two weeks ago."

"Are you kidding me? You have Elena. You have always had Elena."

"I have always had you too."

"Except you haven't. Just because you want to fuck me whenever you come see your daughter, doesn't mean you have me."

"It does Bonbon. Especially when you have never fucked another man, besides me. And is that what you call what we do? Fucking? Because I thought we were making love."

"That's impossible, you have to love someone to make love."

"I've always loved you, I never stopped loving you." He says to her.

"You love YOU, Damon."

"You have sex with your wife, and you fuck me. That is the truth. Now go away, I need to get some sleep." She says, taking some Advil.

"Bonnie Fucking Bennett, As long as I am around, I will never let you be happy with another man. Sorry sweetness. You are mine. You have always been mine, Before Elena, before the kids, before fucking Matt Donovan. Before anyone, it was you and me. You left me, remember? Not the other way around. I ain't going no where tootse. Let's see you try and move on without me, I wont let you. " Damon tells her, then kisses her neck like he wants to bite it.

"Ill be by later tonight. When My beautiful little twin is asleep. You better be showered by then." He says as he slams her door when he leaves.