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Life (Shit) Happens	By : Scorpio-Karma Category: S through Z > Vampire Diaries Views: 3793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This chapter is a lot shorter than I anticipated but it's the first time in a while that I've been completely happy with a chapter, so there's that. I'm really excited for you guys to read this chapter because it's one of the first things I imagined when I came up with this fic, plus, my summary is finally coming to fruition! Any way, enough of me yammering.
Bonnie was sat at the bar with four empty glasses in front of her when Damon found her. She is on her fifth whiskey sour.
"I see you started without me." He sits down on the stool next to her and waves down the bartender. "Bourbon neat." The bartender nods and goes to fetch his order.
They sit in companionable silence before the Bartender sets his order in front of him. "So…how are things?" he says right before taking a sip from his glass breaking the awkwardness that had started to permeate the room.
Bonnie snorts in response. "Things are great Damon. How are things for you?" There's an edge in her voice.
"Oh you know, I was having a lovely evening asleep in bed with my girlfriend when my best friend calls in hysterics, so I got out of bed to go put out that fire."
"Sorry for disturbing your quiet evening." Her tone is sarcastic, but a small bit of sincerity.
"Bonnie, when I said you could call me anytime I meant it." He makes sure to look her in the eyes so she gets it.
"I know," she says quietly.
"So, why are we here? I'm guessing this has to do with Professor Creepy."
She lets out a small chuckle. "He's not creepy."
"I beg to differ."
"Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. We broke up." Tears start forming again. "Or whatever the hell you call it when you break up with your married boyfriend." She laughs bitterly.
"I'm sorry," he says softly.
"Why? You said it yourself, he wasn't good for me. You should be celebrating. You were right! You can finally say your big 'I told you so'."
"I was right, but that doesn't mean I like seeing you in pain, so no 'I told you so' coming from me. You get the timeless and utterly cliché 'I'm sorry' because…well, I am. You don't deserve this."
"But I do," she says so low he almost doesn't hear her. "I mean, seriously? What the fuck did I expect?"
"To be happy."
"Yeah, that obviously worked out." She downs the rest of her drink.
He follows in suit. "Alright let's get some more alcohol because I'm way to sober for a conversation this heavy." He flags down the bartender again and askes for the whole bottle giving her two one hundred dollar bills in exchange. He gets up out of his seat and takes Bonnie with him to a more secluded area in the bar.
It was just like old times. When they first started hanging out with only their broken hearts in common, but now it was only her so he sat and listened to her talk, rant, cry, whatever emotion struck her next. He thought he already knew all there was to know about her in those two months, but there was so much more.
For one, he didn't realize how deep her feelings of inadequacy went. He had a glimpse of it when they were drinking buddies, but he didn't quite grasp it. He internally feels guilt for being too wrapped up in his problems at the time to fully understand it and even worse for being too attached to Elena to get it since. He realizes that's he's been a crappy friend. It took him months to realize she was still having the affair!
Two, he didn't realize that she was in love with the professor. Call him naive, dense, or any adjective that equates to dumb, but he had assumed that she was with him just because of the thrill. The thrill of doing something bad, the thrill of not being the good one for once, but he realizes now that it was more for her and he should have realized it before. Now, more than ever, he wanted to punch that Professor. He had to have known all along what he was doing to Bonnie. He's a psychologist for fucks sake, he internally rants. But he keeps that to himself for now, because this isn't about him and that not going to help.
Eventually, the bar closes, but neither of them is in a condition to drive, so they make their way to his Camero and just sit in the parking lot not ready for the night to end. They know they'll eventually have to call a cab, but for now, they were just enjoying each other's company.
"Why don't we do this anymore? Hang out just the two of us?" Bonnie says words slightly slurred.
"I don't know. I guess we just got too caught up in our own lives," he says remorsefully.
"You mean you got too caught up in living out your dream," he says irritated.
"What do you mean living out my dream?"
"Of having Elena. We both know you were pining for her well before you started doing it behind Stefan's back."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean my dream was just to get her."
"Then what was your dream?"
"I don't know," he says stoically. He gets pulled into his thoughts for a moment. "I guess…I just wanted to be happy."
"Are you happy?" she says truly curious.
"I think I am."
A dam breaks in Bonnie and for the umpteenth time of the night, she starts crying again. "God, what's wrong with me?"
"Lots of things, be more specific," he says as he pulls her into him for a comforting hug. She smacks him in response.
"Now is not the time for jokes, can't you see that I'm crying?" she shouts as her body shakes with laughter.
"Comedic timing was never my strong suit."
"That's an understatement." Her voice cracks.
They sit there in an embrace for a while. Bonnie takes all the comfort he's giving. She knew she couldn't be alone, she's just glad Damon is there.
"You know Bon Bon, you deserve better than a lying jackass who cheats on his wife."
Bonnie moves her head from the crook of his shoulder to look up at him. "If he's a jackass, what does that make me?"
"The most understanding woman on the planet." He laughs at his own stupid joke and she soon follows in laughter moving back to the passenger seat.
When the laughter dies down she gets pensive again. "Seriously Damon, what kind of woman sleeps with a married man and expects him to leave his wife and child?" Her voice breaks near the end.
Damon looks at her with a sympathetic smile. "One who hasn't completely given up on romance. Trust me, Bon, you'll find someone else in no time, and he won't be married, and then you can tell Elena and Caroline all about him, and all will be good," he says definitively.
"And what makes you think it'll be that easy?" she says staring out the window.
"Look at me." When she doesn't comply he gently turns her head towards him. She keeps her head down "I said look at me. I want you to look at me when I say this so that you know I'm not lying when I say it." She finally looks up at him. "You, Bonnie Bennett are beautiful on the inside and out. You're loyal and despite my judgy comments, you're actually one of the most accepting people I've ever met. I know it'll be that easy because who wouldn't want you?"
Their faces have gotten impossibly close as they stare at each other intently. "You really think all that?" Her voice sounds so small and unsure.
"Of course I do," he whispers.
She knows she shouldn't do it, but doing things she should has been her motto lately. She closes the distance between them and kisses him. Much to her surprise, he kisses her back.
After lust takes hold of both of them and his tongue is in her mouth she moves her hand to his face and slowly caresses him until she's moving her fingers through his hair. He takes the opportunity to grab her hips and pull her into him until she's straddling his lap in the driver seat. Having broken their kiss for a moment he moves his mouth to hers reclaiming her lips again.
The windows of the car fog up and she swears she can feel his hands everywhere. He starts trailing kisses down her jaw line until he gets to her neck where he decides to stay for a bit. She grinds down on him at the sensation of him sucking her pulse point. He groans in response and squeezes her ass pushing her further down on him. She whimpers grinding on him more.
He trails kisses down some more until he reaches her cleavage. It's not until she feels her shirt being pulled up that she gains some of her senses.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she says breathily. She still hasn't stopped grinding on him.
"I know," he rasps out. He moves his hand back to her hips and stops her movement. "But we do a lot of things we shouldn't." He grasps the back of her head and pulls her down kissing her languidly.
Bonnie revels in it. She knows it's wrong, always known it was wrong, but part of her always relished in the wrongness of it all. There was something in her that liked that someone was putting as a priority over someone else important, even though they deserved it more. She almost felt vindicated, until she wasn't. Until she realized she would always come second.
They eventually move things to the backseat. They're both completely naked with her underneath him. He's a lot slower than she would have imagined. When she and Shane first started they both did it as fast as they could before they either of them could come to their senses, but Damon, he savored it. He moved his mouth on every available inch of skin he could get to in their limited space. He ate her out like she was the last sweet thing on Earth. He made sure he could feel every part of her insides with every stroke.
Bonnie was on her third orgasm of the night when he picked up his speed. She could hear him growling and the sound turned her on. She knew he was close, and swivels her hips to help him out. They both curse. She puts his face in her hands and makes eye contact. She can tell he's trying to hold out, make it last longer, but he doesn't need to. "Let go, it's okay," she whispers. It's all the encouragement he needs before his lips come down on hers grunting as his hip stop jerking erratically as he releases his cum inside her. Her hands make their way down to his ass pushing him farther in. She keens at the warm feeling that fills her.
He doesn't mean to but he collapses on her and they lay there in content silence until the cold hits their bodies. He sits up grabbing his pants first and starts to redress. She follows in suit. The air is thick and musty as they dress and she tries not to let the awkwardness seep in, but it does. She doesn't know what'll happen to their friendship after this. He's been her rock through this whole situation with Shane, but did she just ruin that?
She moves to the front seat first. As he struggles to get in the front of the car through the middle she contemplates her next action. What does she say? Does she even say anything? Should she just get out of the car and just book it? As crazy as it sounds she doesn't have much experience with casual sex.
"Hey." His voice breaks her out of her thoughts. "I can feel you overthinking over there."
"Am I overthinking because it kinda feels like I'm thinking just the right amount?"
"Everything is going to be alright," he says in a calming voice.
"How can you say that? You're weirdly calm for someone who just fucked their girlfriend's best friend."
"I've done worse and come back from that," he says matter of factly.
"What do you mean come back from that? Stefan still doesn't talk to you." She's almost in hysterics.
"Alright, bad word choice. What I meant is that while things aren't back to where they were they aren't bad. So this can't be that bad either especially if we keep our mouths shut and never do this again."
"Well you got that right, but…" Tears fall from her eyes. "How do we live with it?"
"The same we always do," he says quietly. He lets his words sit in the air as he digests what happened. He knew it was wrong, he always knows he's wrong, but like always he couldn't resist. He knew he was going to screw up one way or another, he just never imagined it would be like this and to make matters worse he ruined the most meaningful friendship he's ever had. But he did truly believe things would be fine. They're always are one way or another.
She doesn't get home until just before sunrise. She trudges up the stairs of her apartment once again—it had become a habit. The question how did this happen runs through her head over and over, but she knows the answer: because she wanted to. She wanted to feel something other than pain, she wanted to feel worth it again—she felt far from th at now.
She's walking towards her door when he comes out donning his EMT uniform. She groans internally at her luck. Of all the times she could be in this hallway it has to be when he's leaving.
"Ooo, late night." He says with a smug grin.
"Ugh, fuck off." She's fumbling with her keys trying to get them in the lock.
He laughs, "She's back and feisty as ever." She rolls her eyes. "As much as I'd love to continue this, I've to go or I'll be late for work, and I do have live on the line." He walks down the stairs with a smile on his face. "Hope to see you around," he says before he disappears from her sight.
"I hope not," she says to herself as she walks into her apartment. She locks the door behind her, throws her book bag on to the tiny dining room table, and flops on to her bed. He last though as nausea from the alcohol sets in is that she makes bad decisions, very bad decisions. She groans and rolls over hoping sleep will help, but she knows it'll be a while before this feeling goes away, if it ever does...
A/N: I know Bonnie just took two giant steps back after taking one step forward, but don't worry, it's all apart of her journey. I know we would all like things to be easy going for her from now on, but I'm not good at writing fluff, and I meant angst when I tagged, lots and lots of angst, but it'll get better, or else what's the point?
Now I'm going to throw this out there now because I know how frustrating it is to read a story and not have your ship be endgame (as does pretty much every viewer of TVD), but Bamon is not the endgame couple here, I'm sorry, I know this chapter kind of teases you in that sense. As crazy as this sounds coming from me, the person who wrote this story, I don't think any good romantic relationship can come out of cheating and that becomes more clear the farther we get into this story. I know I've shut them down kinda early, but can promise you this, they will not get the show treatment in the end of ambiguously still speaking to each other, he will be a big part of her life by the end, just not who she ends up with, if she even ends up with someone because I think we can all agree at this point what she needs the most is a good friend.
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