Here you go! Due the people alerting and asking for Pt.2 here it is! Sorry for the wait, I've not been in a very Bamon-y mood but I love you guys so I had to write this for you instead of piling on the Star Wars stuff :) It may be RepCom (Star Wars) for a little while, probably until I read Phantom and then I'll be in Bamon mode again :D

It's not long, but enjoy!

Bonnie pulled up outside the Boarding House, her hair tousled by the wind in her convertible as she'd promised Damon she would. She noticed Stefan's 4x4 had gone and a small streak of panic ran through her. Damon's sleek, black Ferrari was parked by the door, but there was no sign of anyone else. Bonnie put the car into reverse, tempted to leave but when she looked up, Damon's form materialised in the doorway and she ducked her head, pretending not to see him.

"Going somewhere, little red?" Damon's voice came from next to her. Bonnie jumped, looking back at the empty doorway before turning her head to the side. Damon was standing next to her car, resting his elbows on the sill of the open window.

Bonnie blushed. "I didn't think anyone was in," she said.

Damon smirked at her blush. "You think I'd have asked you too come if I knew there was nobody here?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I… Don't know?" She said and it sounded more like a question.

Damon opened Bonnie's door. "Come on, red," he said. "Stefan and Elena are out having dinner."

Bonnie climbed out the car nervously. She was confused as well. Damon was going to spend his evening with her. He wanted too. He could be out draining some blonde slut, but no, he'd invited her over – knowing Stefan and Elena were out. Should she be worried he would snack on her instead? No. Damon wouldn't do that, he may not care about her but it wouldn't help his quest for Elena if he killed her.

Damon closed the door after her, knowing she was nervous. He couldn't sense her thoughts; she'd grown good at hiding them as her powers had grown. He led her into the house. He knew he had to do it. He had to confess his feelings. She'd probably just hug him and tell him she was sorry but she didn't feel the same in that sweet, adorable way. But at least she'd know. That felt like the most important thing right now.

As they walked through the doors, Damon suddenly realised he was at a complete loss of what they would do while they were here. He had only thought of professing his love to her. Then, he had no idea.

"I'm going a make a hot chocolate," Bonnie said, thinking of marshmallows and whipped cream, she even considered adding a shot of whiskey – to calm her nerves.

"I'll make it, red," Damon told her. "I'll even add some of my own whiskey for you," he added with a wink. Bonnie blushed. Obviously her barriers had dropped for a second; she hoped they'd been up earlier.

"Thanks," she murmured and she hurried into the living room and she curled up on the sofa – opposite the chair Damon usually sat in.

She smiled at the fire in the grate. Fire always captivated her, the flickering of the flames that twirled and leapt like ballet dancers on a wooden stage. Bonnie could find no word other than beautiful to describe it. It could be warm and comforting or raging and scary. She always thought it to be very independent.

Damon came silently into the room carrying her hot chocolate and a glass of whiskey for himself. He stopped in the entrance, his eyes falling on her small frame. She was simply stunning. The light from the blaze made her hair glow as if it was on fire itself. Damon lounged against the door, his eyes caressing the silky smooth texture of her creamy skin and the desperation to touch her shone through in his expression.

He walked over to her. "Here you go," he said and Bonnie jumped before smiling up at him. She took the hot chocolate off him.

"Thank you," she said gratefully and her tongue darted out and took a marshmallow off the mountain of whipped cream.

Damon chuckled and he sat down and took a sip of his whiskey. "Bonnie…" He said, quietly and she looked up into his dark eyes. "I have to tell you something."

Bonnie suddenly turned anxious. "What…?" She asked. Did he know? Was he going to tell her he didn't love her back or something? She was scared. Damon looked so serious.

"I… Um…" Damon started; his throat started to constrict and he suddenly didn't know how to say it. He could feel fear taking hold of him and panicked. No. He was going to tell her. He had too. "Bonnie, I'm in love with you," he said, and he wasn't quite sure whether he'd said it out loud or not. She still looked confused; maybe he had said it in his head. Slowly, her expression turned to shock before her cheeks filled with crimson.

"Damon," she breathed. "You aren't playing with me, are you?" She asked, fearful of the answer.

Damon met her eyes with open shock that she could think such a thing and Bonnie knew the answer before he said it out loud. "No. I mean it." He whispered, truthfully.

"Oh…" Bonnie said. This was the one thing she'd always wanted to hear and now all she could say was 'oh'. A weak smile crossed her face and Damon prepared himself for rejection. The free dreams seemed much more valuable than the price of rebuke.

"I love you, too," she finally said after a minute. Damon's head shot up and he stared at Bonnie. Before he could ask if he'd heard right, she nodded.

He was over to her side in less than a second and his arms went around her waist, pulling her close. Bonnie's slender arms encircled his neck and she pressed herself against him. Her heart was singing with joy at the returned love and she smiled happily. "I love you," he murmured in her ear, sending hot breath spilling over her neck and she shivered in delight.

"I love you, too," she said, tipping her head up to look at his face. His lips where in the right place to meet hers and he pressed them together in a kiss so soft and gentle it made Bonnie go weak all over and melt further into her embrace.

Their lips stayed connected as they moved against each other. It was slow and sweet, neither wanting to hurry their new found love and Damon's hand rested on the small of her back, pressing her closer against his chest. Her fingers played with the ends of his silky hair as they had so often in her dreams and she smiled against his lips.

Bonnie pulled back, her cheeks flushed and she took a breath. She looked up at Damon who was gazing at her with a crooked smile and a look of sheer adoration in his eyes. All of a sudden, her brain kicked in. Bonnie had the horrifying thought that she might be dreaming. It had never felt so real before. Damon looked at her as her face fell.

"What's wrong…?" He asked, worriedly.

Bonnie freed her arms from around his neck and pinched her forearm. Damon raised an eyebrow as she squeaked in pain. Then relief flooded her features. "This is real." She said.

"Of course it is," Damon said, his mind flicking back to his own dreams. He knew this was real, Bonnie always felt like a ghost in his arms compared to this; now she felt whole and warm.

She smiled her face lighting up like the sun. "I was scared I might be dreaming again," she murmured in explanation and rewrapped her arms around him.

Damon pressed his face to her hair. He'd changed his mind. Dreams were still cheap, but reality was much more valuable and having Bonnie in his arms forever was priceless.

Okay, so the last line I think is kinda like a Mastercard advert... -_- But yus, many of you probably won't get that (probably). Please, please leave a delicious review for me to nom!

Love Rhiannon, x3