"Is there a reason why Bonnie is asleep on your bed?" Stephan inquired.

"Is there a reason you care?" Damon asked; folding his arms across his chest.

"I'm serious Damon; I don't think this whole get Bonnie to sleep with you is a good idea. She and Jeremy got out of relationship; the last thing she needs is one of your foolish games…" Stephan broke off when he saw Damon wasn't paying any attention.

"I could care less about whatever disagreement she and Jeremy got into. Besides I'm not some naïve clueless little high school teenage boy. I hit puberty a hundred and eighty five years ago," Damon barked.

"This isn't a joke, Bonnie needs someone that she can trust…"

"Why are you still talking?" Damon asked annoyed.

Stephan sighed and then ran his hands through his hair aggressively.

"Just don't hurt her…she has gone through enough already,"

"I already told you this Stephan, I'm going to do whatever I want with this witch..." Damon broke off when he heard small foot prints coming down the steps. "Speaking of the witch," Damon murmured.

Damon trailed up his stairs, and when he met Bonnie's gaze he couldn't help but reexamine her. Her soft brown skin lying still under small pajamas. Her hazel eyes perfectly planted underneath her eyelashes that were brushed lightly with a touch of mascara. Her hair pulled over her shoulder on one side, and her long bangs brushed over to the side of her long dark brown hair. Her soft freckles hidden beneath her flushed cheeks, and her small nose. Her waist barely big enough to fit around her slender fingers. Damon never realized how small and fragile she was until he actually looked at her…it was beautiful.

"Stare at me any harder Damon, I think I'll burst into flames…" Bonnie broke off to yawn.

"Hmm.. I never thought of that," Damon said brushing his chin with his index finger.

Bonnie hit Damon on the side of his shoulder playfully, and then hugged her sides.

"How'd you sleep?" Damon asked.

"I would have slept a little better if you weren't watching over me like some sort of predator," Bonnie snarled.

"I wasn't watching over you," Damon gritted through his teeth.

"Really because last time I checked, I fell asleep on the couch…not in your bed," Bonnie reminded.

"You looked uncomfortable." Damon said just above a whisper.

"Well Damon I'd appreciate if you would not touch me without me knowing," Bonnie warned.

"Your thoughts sure didn't seem to say so," Damon hummed.

Bonnie jolted back with both shock and repulse…he couldn't have read her thoughts. I mean sure Damon was a vampire and he could read anyone's thoughts…but invasion of privacy? Thoughts were all she had left, and he couldn't take them for her.

"You read my thoughts?" Bonnie asked disgusted.

"How could I not? They were so loud," Damon tells her.

"Stay out of my way Damon," Bonnie tells him as she pushes him aside.

"Hey.." Damon cuts off to pull Bonnie's arm forcefully, but Bonnie ran a spell through her head quickly, and Damon felt a slight pinch on his skin. "Ah," he winces lightly.

"Don't ever touch me again," Bonnie growls.

"Don't pretend you don't love it," Damon grits through his teeth; still in slight pain from the tension.

"I mean it Damon," Bonnie says as she pushes him away.

"Damon…" Bonnie moans.

Damon responds by licking her nipples, running his tongue across the edge of her breasts. Then he cups them with his hands slowly, and runs his slender fingers around the tip of them. Bonnie dips her head back into the center of her pillow, and arches her back so Damon could get a better feel. Damon groans, and then grabs her hips quickly, and finds himself pushing deeper inside of her. When their hips meet each others, Bonnie says his name slowly; running each syllable across her teeth and rubbing off her lips. Damon captured her lips with his, and then his tongue fought against hers when he felt her hands play with his stomach. He found himself becoming more demanding, as he pinned her arms above her head.

"Bonnie," Damon whispers in her ear lightly.

"Yes?" Bonnie asks shakily.

"I want you…" Damon mumbles in her ear.

Bonnie smiles and then runs her hands through the nape of his hair, and then kisses his cheek lightly.

"I want you too," Bonnie answers.

Damon growls lowly, and then picks her up and watches as Bonnie hooked her feet around his waist. He slams her into the corner of his wall, with one hand holding her lower waist positioning her around him. He thrusts begin to drive harder and faster…

"Da-"Bonnie squeals.

"I got you," Damon replies.

Bonnie kisses the center of his neck, and then smiles when she sees him kissing the tips of her hair.

"More," Bonnie cries.

Damon begins to slam into her center, and finds himself moaning even louder than before. He could feel the floor vibrating below them, and the picture frames shaking beneath them. This only made him want to go faster.

Damon kisses begins to kiss her neck, right above her point pressure.

"Go ahead," Bonnie sighs.

"You sure?" Damon asks.

Bonnie slowly nods, and that was enough for Damon to plunge his fangs into her skin. He feels her warmth enter his mouth…she tastes so good.

Bonnie jolts out of her bed quickly, and then looks around her room to only find that she was alone in her room.

"Just a dream," Bonnie mumbles to herself.

Bonnie runs her hands through her hair when she looks at her surroundings, there was nothing more frightening than wanting a nightmare to be real. There was nothing more frightening than wanting something she knew she couldn't force herself to have…no matter how badly she wanted it.

"Damon. What are you doing here?" Jeremy asks in shock.

"Don't get your panties in a twist; I'm here to see Bonnie. Stephan said that she might be here, is she?" Damon asks impatiently.

"Why do you want to see Bonnie?" Jeremy asks.

"You didn't answer my question," Damon barks.

"You didn't answer mine," Jeremy says; folding his arms across his chest.

Damon sighs, and then yanks Jeremy's shirt collar and grabs a hold of his neck.

"Look. I don't want to play this little game you think you're trying to pull. I'm going to give you three seconds to tell me where Bonnie is," Damon threatens.

"What makes you think I would tell you," Jeremy tried.

"Your really fucking annoying kid," Damon slurred.

Damon tightens his grip around Jeremy's neck, and then proceeds to slam his head into the corner of the wall.

"If you want your two legs, I suggest you give me what I want," Damon threatened.

"Damon let him go," he heard over his shoulder.

Damon smiles to himself, and then looks over his shoulder.

"Bonnie. It's always nice to see you," Damon says over his shoulder.

"I wish I could say the same thing about you," Bonnie mumbles to herself.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. If you want your little human friend to breathe, I suggest you be a little bit nicer," Damon tries.

"Or…" Bonnie cuts off to use her powers to throw him against a wall. "I could give you one hell of an aneurism," Bonnie says impatiently.

Jeremy drops to the floor and chokes on his last bit of breath.

"Why do you go for this Bonnie?" Damon asks as he pulls away from her force.

"That is none of your business," Bonnie answers.

"I think it is, considering we have some kind of bond connecting us…I saw your dream last night," Damon says out of breath.

"What?" Bonnie asks.

"I don't know any more than you do," Damon says irritated.