The Vision's Theft

Damon and Bonnie 13

It was Damon's turn to cook dinner at his house. In the words of Damon just because I'm a great cook doesn't mean I have to do it everyday. The Friday idea was her compromising. Bonnie thought it would be a good idea if every Friday they had a home cooked meal. She rang the bell. It didn't bother her that she still didn't have a key. Especially since they hadn't consummated there relationship and hadn't had a first kiss.

The door opened and a rush of warm air escaped. "Hey," said Damon standing in the doorway the light illuminating his shadow. Their gazes collide and linger on each other. He wants to grab her instead he acts like the civilized hero that she would want. "Come in."

She smiled giving him a hug as she inhaled the warm intoxicating aroma of his cologne. She pulled back amused by the sight of him. "You're wearing an apron."

"What? Something wrong with my apron," said Damon bemused. "Dinner will be ready in ten."

"Okay," she said following him to the kitchen where music was playing softly. She watched him from the entrance way putting the finishing touches on a dish. If you had've asked her what he was cooking she wouldn't have known. She was more than a little distracted as she watched him intrigued. "I don't think I've ever seen you more alive."

"Yes, the grease from the steaks just seems to bring out the gleam in my skin," said Damon laughing cutting the stove off.

Bonnie moved to the table and watched as he fixed their plate. "I think that's called sweat. But you know what I meant."

"In death isn't it weird that you're the one that makes me feel most alive," he said bringing the plates over and set them down. While pulling out his chair.

His voice seemed to reverberate through her entire body. She smiled at him, "I haven't done anything. You've done it all. You got a new job, you quit doing drugs, you've stopped drinking."

He hedged a bit, "I slowed down drinking."

"That counts too," she laughed. "I don't want to jinx it, but dare I say you're actually happy." The heavy throbbing of the background music echoed Bonnie's heartbeat. The scent of jasmine rafted up from the vase to caress her already heated cheeks.

"You're right don't jinx it," he said looking at her with darkened eyes as if daring her to lean over and kiss him. "I do remember a wise women telling me though that I couldn't just sit around and let life come to me. I had to go get it."

"Wise women, huh. Does that mean you actually listen to me sometimes?" she asked running her finger up his arm. She laid her hand over his chest and felt his pulse that was beating as fast as hers as she held his hand.

"Of course," he said covering her hand with his.

As if magnetized she swayed closer to him. Her eyes flickered to his lips that were only inches away. All she had to do was tilt her chin and reach out with her tongue. She closed her eyes, swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, moved her hand away and sat back. She glanced down at her plate for the first time. "What is this?" she asked pushing her plate away.

"What?" he asked she was staring at a masterpiece he thought. A juicy steak and lemon meringue pie. Puzzled he cut into his steak. "Your steak not done enough?"

"Where are the carrots?" she asked sitting back in her chair.

"What carrots?" asked Damon did he just imagine the moment they just had in his head. That seemed to have just evaporated into thin air.

"Come on Damon, we've talked about this. You can't just cook the stuff that tastes good. We have to have a balanced meal and that includes a vegetable," said Bonnie the words coming out in a rush. As she struggled to collect her thoughts.

"Life's to short to get stuck eating foods you don't like," he said exaggerating his chewing. As if it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

"If we follow the food pyramid. . ." she said before getting cut off.

"Spare me, Bugs Bunny. If pyramid guy wants carrots he can leaf through the garbage for mine," said Damon taking a bite out of his pie.

"You threw them in the garbage. Oh my god, Damon it's like you don't take anything I say seriously," said Bonnie her voice raising.

"You actually expected me to take you seriously. News flash don't look for any redeeming qualities in me. I don't have any," said Damon throwing down his fork and standing up. This couldn't just be about the carrots he thought. Especially with everything that had just passed between them. Then again maybe he should have just cooked them.

"If you say one more word I will scream," said Bonnie standing up and pushing him in the arm.

"Promise?" asked Damon annoyed. "I'd rather strangle you with those damn carrots right now then eat them!"

"If you were my husband I'd poison your coffee," huffed Bonnie.

"If you were my wife I'd drink it," said Damon snidely.

Bonnie looked up into his eyes that had grown cold. He had an expression on his face that would make any man shrink back in fear. That pure masculinity mixed with that spicy cologne tickled her nose. All Damon. "Why have I caught myself trying to forget all the horrible things you've done?"

He was taken aback and his features softened as he searched her eyes for the truth. "Don't do that."

Bonnie stepped back as if she had been slapped in the face.

"No, that's not what I meant," he said reaching for her as she stepped just out of reach. He sighed trying to find the words to explain himself. "Whenever someone ever talked to Elena about me she'd explain it away as some sort of accident he didn't mean it that way. Or she would say that he's not that way anymore."

"I know she was like a broken record. I was frequently on the other end of those conversations," said Bonnie.

"I am who I am, Bonnie. I'm selfish and I have a temper and I do bad things. Theirs death on my hands that if I had've lived three centuries would never wash off. You don't forget it, you don't explain it away. It just is.

"And I have to love you anyway," she added.

He nodded, "Something like that."


Three Months Later. . .

Damon carried the brown paper bags into the kitchen from his car. He tilted his sunglasses on his nose. Bonnie was wearing his favorite blue jean shorts. She hadn't noticed him come in reaching over the sink to open the window. One leg perched on the counter for leverage. "Marry me?" he asked

Bonnie jumped down startled. Clutching at her chest, "Jesus Damon, lurk much. You can be so insufferable sometimes."

"You do realize your dating a reformed vampire/serial killer," said Damon smirking putting the bags down on the table and Throwing his glasses down.

"That reminds me. I've been meaning to ask you how's work going?" asked Bonnie pulling things out of the bag and placing them on the table.

"I may look calm and collected when I stroll into work on Monday, but really, I've killed all my employees in my head like three times," said Damon.

"Poor baby," laughed Bonnie carrying the milk to the fridge.

"I get it. I'm lucky the guy took me back and for a manager position no less. But now I'm starting to think he did it as some sort of revenge."

"Are they really that bad?" asked Bonnie wearily.

Damon came up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. Closing the fridge door with the other, "You didn't answer my question."

"Was that a real question. I could've sworn that you've asked me that everyday since the car," said Bonnie her heart racing.

Damon smiled he knew exactly what she meant. He rested his head on her shoulder. It was The moment he decided that living was more important than dying. If he was going to be stuck in this Podunk town he wanted to live every moment of it with her. He went out that next day and got a job.

"I think," she said turning around to hug him, "I like you. People say that I've got no taste, but I like you."

"Real funny Bennett," said Damon tickling her side. Enjoying the way her nose scrunched up as she laughed.

"You want to know what I think," he said getting serious.

"What is that?" she asked pushing him back as she went to the table and picked up a head of lettuce.

"I love you," he said leaning against the fridge for support.

The lettuce slipped out of her hand rolled to the floor.

He put his hands in his pocket, "I've been praying that you and I would end up together. If you don't love me Bonnie, can you just pretend because you are my heaven."

"I'm sorry it's just that I don't want to be some Elena replacement. Or someone you're with because your bored," she said her eyes brimming with tears. "So I kept you at arms length. So you wouldn't know that I love you too."

Did he just hear her right? She said she loved him. A grin spread across his face. His heart skipped a beat as he walked towards her his eyes trained on her. She physically trembled in anticipation. He swept her off her feet and cradled her in his arms. Her arms went around his shoulders as her fingers entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. She couldn't wait any longer. Damon's lips found hers and it sent a chill down her spine. He lost himself in their kiss and her soft lips. Bonnie pulled back and muttered breathlessly, "upstairs."


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