Escape

A/N: Hi! This is my first time writing on this site and first time writing anything like this ever. I really hope you like it. This is just something small so that I can see the responses from it. Please, leave comments, but be respectful. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They belong to L.J. Smith/The CW. All mistakes are mine.

Summary: Damon and Bonnie have a strange relationship. Bonnie is in love with Damo and wants to take their relationship to a more serious level, but Damon only wants to keep it at a 'friends with benefits' status. Admitting that he loves her is not the problem, admitting the reason that he doesn't want a real relationship, is.

Damon moved to the side of the bed and threw his feet over. The bed that he had been in so many times before, but always left before he got too attached. He couldn't stay till she woke up or they would have the conversation that they had been having for the last month again. He couldn't tell her how he really felt. He knew she wouldn't understand. So, he kept it all inside. He had already told her own multiple occasions how he felt. But every time the mention of them giving whatever this was a real shot came up, he recoiled like it was the most preposterous thing in the world.

He saw the way his reactions hurt her. He saw how every time he declined or rejected the thought of them being more, it tore another piece of her heart apart. He encouraged her to go find someone else. Someone who could give her everything she wanted. Even though he encouraged her to go to someone else, he didn't help much by going to her every chance he got.

He rubbed the back of his mussed hair and eased off the bed. He paused as he heard her turn over to the side but she didn't open her eyes. He proceeded to grab his boxer briefs and pants from the floor. As he put on his clothes, she roused awake without him knowing. He turned around to grab his shirt when he saw her slightly propped up against the pillows. Hair in a mess of natural curls and face glowing from the morning sunlight peeking through the curtains. She always looked her best in her most natural state, he thought. He couldn't help but to smile at her. She gave him a groggy smirk back as he leaned down to give her a morning kiss. She's already woken up; can't act like I didn't see her now.

"Morning." She said with a smirk so similar to the one he constantly gives her.

"Morning." He said back with a smile. He continued to put his shirt on, while she sat and looked at him.

A frown started to form on her face. She knew what was about to happen next. He was going to ignore everything like what they'd been doing was nothing but sex between friends. Never mind the fact that he had told her he loved her and she had said it back just last night. And it was far from the platonic way.

"You're leaving…" She sighed. It wasn't a question.

"Bon…" He sighed exasperated.

"No." She said, quickly. "It's just you could stay for breakfast. We could talk, hang out for a little while."

"I'd rather just get home and shower."

"Right. Whatever gets you away from me quick enough." She said, hurriedly under her breath.

She huffed and moved to get out of the bed, reaching to put on one of Damon's old shirts that was laying on the floor in her room.

"I don't know why I even try with you anymore." She said in an annoyed tone.

"Bon, c'mon. Can we not do this this morning?" He sighed.

"Or any morning, right?" Bonnie said, pointedly.

She started to walk towards the bathroom with her hand her hip, running her hair through her curls.

She heard Damon say, "Bonnie, wait. Just…"

She stopped. "What?"

She slightly turned her head to the side with tears glistening in her eyes that he wished he hadn't seen. He just sighed not really knowing what to say. She moved into the bathroom closing the door without another word. He rubbed his hair, grabbed the rest of his things, and walked out the bedroom door.

On the other side of the bathroom door sat Bonnie, on the floor beside the bathtub, crying into her hands. She couldn't understand how he could act the same way as always, like last night didn't happen. It couldn't have just been different for her, it just couldn't have been.

Last Night

They had just got back from eating dinner with Stefan and Caroline. Stefan and Caroline went back to the boarding house but, Damon decided he wanted more time with Bonnie. It always happened like this. They would do something out in public, normal things like dinner with friends or hanging at the park. Then as soon as they got back for the night he would pounce on her and the night would end with wild sex. But not tonight, tonight was different. Tonight, Damon walked into the Bennett house after Bonnie and he didn't immediately grab her. No. He walked into the living room tossing his jacket on the back of the couch. They were both a little tipsy from dinner. He turned around to see Bonnie standing in the entryway.

"You're so beautiful." He said, his cerulean eyes glistening in the light.

She looked down, shyly, a warm feeling overtaking her whole body. He walked over yo the record player and put on a soft jazz song. Bonnie just looked at him curiously.

"Let's dance." He said, as he held out his hand for her to take.

She took it hesitantly still not sure what had gotten into him. They stumbled to the middle of the floor in front of the fireplace and swayed together.

"I had a good time tonight." Damon voiced in a wispy tone.

"Me too." She replied. "It's always so much fun when the four of us can hang outside of just the boarding house."

"We should do it more sometime…Just the two of us maybe."

After a few silent seconds, she responded. "…Ye-Yeah. We should."

His hands started to move up her arms and creep up her neck. Bonnie was confused as to why he was being so sensual. They didn't do this. This is what made her feel more for him than what she should. She looked up at him.

"Damon, what are you doing?"

"Just trying to really feel the dance." He said with his eyes still closed.

"Well could you stop…. It's making me…"

That's when he opened his eyes and looked directly into hers.

"What?" he said with that piercing look from his cerulean eyes.

"Nothing." She said, looking down nervously.

She shook her head and backed away. "I'm tired. I think I'm just going to go get some water and go to bed." She said as she hurried to the kitchen. Desperate to get away from him and the feelings that he was stirring inside of her.

After a few moments, he followed her into the kitchen. She had just sat the glass down when he came behind her and flipped her around. Invading her with a searing kiss. After his strange mood, she didn't think this was a good idea tonight, but she couldn't resist him. It felt too good. She let him pick her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her up the stairs and she could tell from the look in his eyes as he laid her gently onto the bed, that this was the night that was going to change everything.

A/N: Let me know if I should continue : )