Chapter 10: Here In My Arms

AN: I have no excuse, even writer's block cannot justify how long it's been. I'm sorry.
Hellzz-on-Earth, who the deed was transferred to will be revealed next chapter instead. Originally it was going to be Elena but then I realised she probably wasn't old enough…so I had to change it.

He turned into her street and pulled into the curb outside her house. The lights were off in her bedroom and he smiled, glad he had the chance to surprise his witch while she was asleep. He climbed up onto the porch roof and hurried along to her window. Opening it, he slipped through silently and made his way over to her bed and when he reached her bed he discovered she wasn't in it. He shrugged and moved out of her room and down the stairs, assuming she'd fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him. Again there was no sign of his witch. He stood in the darkness of the living room and only just realised the house was silent. He couldn't hear anything. There was no sign of her breathing, her heartbeat, nothing that told him she was here, or that anyone was here for that matter. He sighed dejectedly and left, locking the front door behind him and returning to his car, making his way to the boarding house.

He could remember when it had all started with Bonnie, just casual then it became…more until now when he could barely stand being without her.

"Wow," Damon said with an appreciative whistle stretching back against the head board, black sheets covering him to the waist.

"What?" Bonnie asked, turning around to face him, her tank top held up to cover her chest.

"I didn't know your boobs were that big," he admitted.

"I didn't know you had abs like that," she returned. "You normally only see me in a sports bra," she said, shrugging as she justified his observation.
"It's nice to know you're not dating me for my boobs."

"I am now. But wait, who said we were dating?"

Bonnie stopped with her top half on. She bit her lip. Crap, did I say that out loud?

She turned to face him. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant-"

He cut her off, "No I was just wondering, is that what we're doing?"

"I guess…"

"I don't exactly do this often," he admitted, looking slightly sheepish. At her disbelieving look he elaborated. "I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy. This regular sex thing is…different. Amazing..." he smirked at her, "...but different."

She pulled on her jeans. "Don't get used to it."

"Isn't that the point of 'regular'?"

She gave him a look over her shoulder as she bent to pick up her shoe. "Where's Stefan?"

Damon cocked his head, listening for his brother's presence. "Kitchen. With Elena."

It was an unspoken agreement that they didn't tell Stefan or Elena what they were doing together.

Bonnie groaned slightly, looking thoughtfully at the window.

"You are not going to climb out of my window, little witch. We'll tell them you just came to do some reading and we got talking." He didn't bother telling the witch that, with his hearing, Stefan already knew she'd been here, and, depending on the time of his arrival, may even know what they'd been doing. "I'll even get dressed and everything." He got out of bed, collecting his own clothes from where they'd been flung around the room in Bonnie's hurry to remove them. She averted her eyes innocently as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled them on.

She'd been so innocent and naive when they'd first started out, now however, that was definitely the case. Damon was sure he had a number of her skimpy lingerie sets hidden in his bottom draw to prove it and a collection of memories ranging from simply seductive to erotic and kinky that definitely negated her good girl image. With such images in his head he opened the door to his room, more upset than he wanted to admit that neither she nor Stefan had been waiting for him at home. Then he saw her. She was the little lump in his bed, her dark head poking out from under the covers. He saw her move as she heard the door open. She opened her eyes sleepily and as soon as she saw him she was up and out of his bed, almost tripping over the covers as she jumped into his waiting arms.

"I thought I'd lost you," he murmured quietly, his soft lips brushing against her ear.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." She repeated her mantra over and over until he silenced her with his lips on hers.

The next morning they lay in his huge bed, her head lying on his chest, their fingers laced together and resting on his stomach.

"I just have one question, what were you doing in my bed?" he questioned her. "Not that it wasn't a pleasant surprise, and one I would like to occur much more frequently in the future by the way."

"You'll be hard pressed to get me out," she joked.

"Why weren't you home?" he continued. "I stopped by your place before I came here. I was disappointed you weren't there, but then I got here and it was so much better."

She coloured slightly and buried her face in his chest. "It smells like you," she said against his skin. "It was almost like you were already here with me." Her voice was muffled and he could feel her heated skin against his. "As soon as you called and told me you'd be back tonight I came here. Stefan let me in before he left for Elena's."

"So that's where my brother is, I was expecting a welcoming party and instead I came home to, what I thought was, an empty house."

"Yeah, well he's been worried these past few days, while you were gone, and 'Lena was doing the girly thing with me so they haven't had much time together. When you said you were coming back, they arranged to hang out. That and I think Stefan wants to be around to protect her from Katherine."

She'd said it. She'd broken their comfortable bubble of denial.

Katherine.

He sighed. "Yeah…she's going to be a problem."

"What are we going to do?" her voice was quiet and uncertain.

"I don't know, but we'll work it out." He pulled her up for a kiss before he rolled her onto her back and hovered over her again. "We can worry about her later. I missed you."

For hours, they did their best to distract each other from the imminent trouble until Stefan and Elena's arrival pulled them out of bed and into the lounge room.

"But what does Katherine want?" Stefan asked. "I mean, why do this?"

"She's Katherine, does she need a reason?" Bonnie said venomously.

"She wants Bonnie and Elena," Damon explained.

"Why does she want us specifically and not you two?" Bonnie asked.

"Because we love you," he answered simply. "She hates the fact that 'her'," his face twisted at the word, "Salvatore brothers moved on from her. She wants us too, she just needs to get rid of you two to get to us. Though," he looked thoughtful for a moment, "if she does happen to kidnap you, you both have a rather good chance of staying a live for a while, maybe long enough for us to find you."

"How come?" Elena asked.

"Bonnie, because of her magic, you," said Stefan, turning to his girlfriend, "Because of your image. It'll fascinate her."

"So, in short, you girls need to stay here. With us. At all times."

"But what about my dad?" Bonnie objected.

"Aunt Jenna?" Elena protested.

"School!" the girls cried together.

Both brothers turned to placate their girlfriends, using drastically different tactics as attested totheir natures.

"Your dad's never home anyway," Damon stated callously. "Just tell him you're staying with me because you're getting sick of staying alone."

"Tell Alaric the truth, but I think Jenna should stay in the dark. Her and Jeremy will be safe with Anna and Alaric."

While Stefan and Elena had agreed on a plan and what to tell Jenna and Alaric, Bonnie and Damon continued to argue, stepping back into their relationship as if the last few days hadn't happened.

"Oh sure, that's a great idea, Damon," she replied sarcastically. "Tell my dad I'm going to spend an indefinite period of time with my older, unemployed, vampire boyfriend he's never met, or heard of, before. He'll think we're having sex."

He looked at her blankly for a moment. "We are having sex."

"He doesn't need to know that! My father does not need to know that I lost my virginity to the un-dead boyfriend he doesn't even know I have."

"Not my fault he's never heard of me, you'll have to tell him someday, you know. And for the record, I'm a vampire, I don't need a job."

"What do you do all day? At least Stefan goes to school."

Stefan and Elena watched in awe as the couple argued passionately, coming back to themselves as Bonnie brought Stefan up. Elena tugged at Stefan's wrist and they both left the room to let the lovers fight.

"Oh, of course," Damon said, exaggeratedly. "How could I forget, 'Saint Stefan'?"

"Don't be like that," Bonnie groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm over your sibling rivalry crap."

"Fine, whatever." He threw his hands up in the air and turned away from her to pour himself a drink. "Tell your dad you're lonely so you're staying with Elena."

"Fine," she said irritably.

Several minutes off angry silence passed before Damon huffed angrily, "Why must you be so difficult?"

"Why do you have to act like a spoilt little brat whenever you don't get your way?" she returned.

"Because I always get my way," he replied with a smirk.

"Didn't get your way this time," she said matter-of-factly.

"You're staying here aren't you?"

"That wasn't you getting your way, I was always going to stay here, I spend enough time here anyway."

"Then you didn't get your way either in this situation."

"I didn't tell my dad about you, which is what you wanted. Why I don't know."

"I do," Stefan said, coming into the room with Elena in tow.

"You don't know what you're talking about, little brother," Damon snapped, glaring at him.

"Don't I?" Stefan replied with a knowing smile.

Damon and Stefan were more than capable of reading the other's subtext. Over a century spent together, in particular their childhood, made them more than qualified experts, no doubt aided by the fact that they were more similar than the elder would admit.

"Elena and I are going to her place to get some of her stuff and talk to Jenna and Ric. We'll be back soon."

Bonnie looked at Damon curiously as Stefan and Elena left, Stefan still with that slight smile on his face while his brother fumed. "What was that all about?" she asked.

He took a drink, scowling at his brother's back before he turned to her. "What was what all about?"

"That. With Stefan."

"Nothing."

"Damon," she began warningly.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," he muttered.

"About what?"

He turned to face the fire, glaring daggers into the flames. "Nothing."

But she wouldn't let it rest. She thought back to what she'd said before Stefan had spoken. "You want me to tell my dad." She saw his shoulders stiffen through the leather. "Why on earth do you want me to tell my father about you?"

"Because that's what you do!" he exclaimed, turning around to face her. "That's the right way to do things. And I want to do it right with you."

She was pleasantly shocked by his outburst and even though she didn't want her father to know about Damon, she thought maybe it was time. "Maybe I can bend the truth a little," she said thoughtfully, walking over to wrap her arms around his waist.

"What, you're not going to tell him I'm a murderous vampire? I'm shocked."

"And you're only 19." He raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged. "Okay, 21. On second thought maybe we can just not mention it."

"I'm pretty sure the first thing your father's going to ask is how old I am, and seeing as I can't tell him the truth…"

"How old are you anyway? Physically."

"I had my 23rd birthday just a few weeks before we turned."

"Oh, God, my father's going to kill me."