"It's annoying as hell." Bonnie says sharply, leaning against the Mystic Grill's wall.
It's cold, freezing, but Damon doesn't really feel it, so he cannot complain.
He glances at her, raising his eyebrow, but doesn't say anything. Lips cover teeth that gently bite down at the end and he inhales, deeply and slowly, his chest visibly inhaling. He inhales – when will he exhale?
Bonnie crosses her arms and rubs it, letting out an impatient breath.
"Since when do you smoke, anyway?"
Damon only shrugs, but she can notice a small smirk curving on his lips.
He inhales – when will he exhale?
"Alright, Damon, unlike some vampires here, I'm actually cold, so excuse me, while I go inside."
When she's about to turn around, he grabs her elbow quickly and turns her back to him, pressing his lips forcefully against hers.
He finally exhales – she inhales.
She doesn't know what it feels like – smoking – she's too involved in tasting him.
The cigarette is long forgotten, it lays on the ground, flickering embers at the end, grey ashes showing sparks of life.
Damon's tongue slips into Bonnie's mouth and she can't breathe, but still – she doesn't really mind.
She finally exhales, when he open her mouth with his own, and smoke escapes her lips, or maybe it's all in her lungs, who cares.
He's still kissing her, pressing her cold body against the wall, her hands are unconsciously tangled in his hair.
One of his hand still grips her elbow, but the other cups her cheek, now pressing himself against her chest, legs, everything.
The kiss ends and Bonnie is breathless, but all Damon does is inhaling the smoke again, from the new cigarette.
She can see a smirk curving on his lips.
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