Rating: PG 13 for a few curses and references to violence
Pairing: Damon/Bonnie (ish)
Disclaimer: Vampire Diaries belongs to L.J Smith and the lovely people who brought it to TV
Summary: A year's worth of holidays - Damon and Bonnie style.
Author's Note: Writer's block gone! And the first thing out of the gate - Damon and Bonnie. Here's the first part - the second part should be along by mid to end week (just tweaking and editing and the like). I hope you all enjoy
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New Years’ Day
Bonnie is not sure whose bright idea it was. Surely, it must have come from a drunken idiot or an idealistic fool. No one who thought this all the way through would have decided it was a good idea.
Still, she could have stayed home.
Instead she is standing in the grand living room of the Salvatore boarding house at precisely one minute after midnight watching Stefan and Elena kiss. She supposes that given his undead status he doesn’t have to come up for air as often. She knows if she glances behind her she’ll find Jenna and Alaric trying to keep up. And if she doesn’t know any better she thinks that Tyler and Caroline are dancing around one another wondering if they should join the celebration. Great, just what their little group needed – a supernatural version of Romeo and Juliet.
Jeremy sends her another look that proves he has long stopped thinking of her as his sister’s friend and Bonnie is left wondering once again why she would even agree to come in the first place.
She comes because it’ll make Elena happy. And Elena deserves to be happy – even if Bonnie will be miserable in the process.
She downs the rest of her champagne. Celebratory of course. Dear (buzzed) Aunt Jenna won’t allow anything stronger. She has never considered getting blitzed out of her mind as a solution to anything but right now, surrounded by kissing couples and lustful glances from someone she once saw eat worms as a child, she is eyeing the open bar.
She feels him before she sees him.
He flops down beside her, an arm snaking out at vampiric speed to rest behind her head. She turns, aiming a dark look in his direction. Of course he doesn’t care – why should he care? He is sprawled out on the sofa, half drunk in his own home. The fact that Bonnie is annoyed by his presence probably doesn’t even register with him – and if it does, then no doubt, it spurns him on.
“Do you think,” he begins as he pops one of the finger foods she had helped Elena make that afternoon in his mouth. His eyes are surveying the happy couples before him. “…that if this continues we will be witnesses to acts of a pornographic nature?”
She can’t control her reaction, though she knows she should. “God, Damon, you’re disgusting.”
He grins, and she thinks she sees a bit of spinach caught between his front teeth. “So I take you don’t want to me to kiss you then?”
The rest of PART ONE.
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PART TWO
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