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A/N:After ShyButterflyKiss suggested the idea I decided to do a chapter in Damon's point of view. So this is dedicated to you :D

Hope you like!

Take This Night

"So take this night, wrap it around me like a sheet...

...I know I'm not forgiven, but I hope that I'll be given some peace."

- This Night by Black Lab –

He didn't usually do this – break out a bottle of his best whisky and drown his sorrows – especially with someone who supposedly hated him, but the little witch was down and he was down and getting drunk was the only way he could think of to solve the problem.

Damon knew she was suffering. Bonnie had put on a brave front since her grandmother had died but Damon knew differently; he'd noticed when then the light had left her pretty green eyes. And though she would never confide to him about her problems, Damon knew what she was going through – what it felt like to be all alone in the world – and, strangely, he wanted to help her.

Weird, huh? He'd say it was the effects of the alcohol, even though he knew better.

Even more surprising to him was the fact that Bonnie was here at all. The subject of Katherine clearly wasn't as important to his brother and Elena as it was to him, and they'd run off to The Grille for their date (yuck) leaving Damon and the witch to strategise.

He thought she'd have gone home – asked to re-schedule, refused to be in the same room as him, maybe – but she hadn't. Bonnie had stayed, confirming Damon's suspicion that something was wrong (there had to be).

For the better part of the night Damon tried to cheer her up. He told stories, jokes, even his usual, arrogant talk seemed to make Bonnie laugh – or maybe it was just the alcohol.

It took a significantly larger amount of whisky to get Damon drunk, and he was sure that he must have downed two bottles when she was still on her third glass. But who cared? Something about the way Bonnie's eyes light up when she laughed made Damon feel... satisfied and, knowing that the alcohol was partially responsible, he would refill her glass.

Bonnie looks at him, an echo of a smile turning her lips up at the corners, and he looks back and, even though he knows what's about to happen, he can't believe it. Not until she's leaning in and her hands are on his chest and their lips meet.

Her lips are soft.

Unconsciously, Damon's eyes flutter closed (how embarrassing) as he leans in, pressing his lips to hers more forcefully.

He runs his fingers through her hair – that's soft too – as her hands move over his chest; Damon didn't know she had it in her.

He smirks against her mouth when she gasps. Damon can't help it – even though he's certain that she'll get him back for it later – he just can't believe this is happening.

Bonnie hates him – or so he thought – so how is this happening? Maybe it's a trick, or a joke. Maybe, any second now, Stefan and Elena will jump up from behind the couch shouting, "Ha! Fooled you!" and Bonnie will laugh in his face.

Or maybe she doesn't hate him. Damon wouldn't hold it against her – he is exceptionally good looking after all. But he's too drunk to dwell on it.

Somehow – Damon doesn't remember how – they manage to make it up the stairs and into his room. And then they are undressing and Damon is sure this is a dream – he's dreamt about the little witch before after all.

Bonnie kisses him again and after that he is lost. Damon's certain that he's one of the select few ever to get this far with Miss. Bennett – the thought makes him gleeful with something akin to pride – and later on he will count himself lucky for that.

When Damon eventually wakes up - 8:35 am? Damn - Bonnie is gone, but all it takes is his extra sensitive, vampire hearing – he can hear Stefan's soft snores, Elena's even breathing and kitchen pans rattling – to realise that she is downstairs making breakfast.

Damon makes his way downstairs slowly, wondering what it is she'll say. It was all a mistake? It never should have happened? Maybe now that the alcohol has worn off Bonnie will go back to hating him; Damon doesn't like that idea very much.

So he is happy to find that when walks into the kitchen – clad in nothing more than the black sweat pants he usually wears to sleep in – and Bonnie turns to face him from her position by the stove, that she is smiling, a light blush flushing her cheeks.

"Want some eggs?"

Damon lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding (not that he needs to anyway) before walking towards her.

Bonnie stays until after nine o'clock, when Stefan and Elena have finally woken up. They trudge tiredly down the stairs, hand in hand, hair still mussed from there nightly activities.

"Hi," Elena greets, her voice high in surprise, as Damon and Bonnie turn away from their eggs and bacon in sync to smile at her.

Stefan is less obvious. He stands behind Elena, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as if he doesn't quite understand what's going on.

Come on Stefan, I thought you were reasonably intelligent.

Elena is smiling at them, a knowing light in her eyes and she must see the embarrassed flush to Bonnie's cheeks because she joins them at the kitchen table with a simple, "what smells so good?"

Stefan joins them moments later, sending his brother a we'll-talk-about-this-later look before grabbing a plate.

Half an hour later Bonnie and Elena leave - Damon doesn't miss how the latter whispers something unintelligible to her friend before Bonnie agrees to give her a ride home.

They say their goodbyes at the front door, Damon pulling Bonnie to the side so they can have some privacy.

"Call me later?" she asks simply, smiling up at him. Damon nods his agreement before watching her and Elena head to the car.

Turn back, turn back, turn back... he thinks, and she does; sending him a silent wave and a slight smile before ducking into the driver's side. Damon smiles as he watches the car drive away.

"So," Stefan begins from behind him, "did you two talk about Katherine at all last night?" he raises his eyebrows, as if he already knows the answer.

Finally, he understands.

"Sorry little brother," Damon says, heading for the staircase, "we we're a little... preoccupied."

Damon smirks to himself before heading to his room.

Maybe he'll make that call soon.

End.

A/N: So what do you think? Good? Bad? This is a lot longer than the other one but I found that when I started I JUST COULDN'T STOP!

I hope you liked it :D next chapter of 'Rain' is out sometime this week.

And now I'm off to watch Strictly, haha. Byeeeee! :D