Author's Note: Taking a brief break from the screenplay writing, because Lord knows I'VE been needing to read some post s6 bamon goodness, so I'm sure you guys have as well! Please enjoy.
Complications.
Sometimes he couldn't stand the sight of her...
– Never overtly consciously! But always something lingering in the back of his mind. Like the bitter aftertaste of garlic or onion. It would pinch, poke and prod at him. Until he ripped into her...
But then she'd disappear.
Or rather cause him to disappear... He would become virtually invisible in her sight. It was almost worst than the 13 times she'd stormed out on him. She'd stay right in plain view of his icy blues, moving about him in the Manor like he was a complete non-factor non existent...
"Ooh! This is a good one!" Damon swoops into the living room, buoyant gaze trained on the lit television, with a large bowl of popcorn in hand.
He feels the tension pulsating off of Bonnie in tidal waves, even before he sits next to her on the sofa. All the way at the opposite end, mind you. But still, it's the closest they've been in days...
The first words she speaks to him in days?
"I'm pretty sure there's a TV in your bedroom."
"Yeah." he grants, but makes no move to unglue his eyes from the episode of "Scooby Doo Where Are You." He relaxes further into the couch, breezily placing the bowl of popcorn between them like an easy peace offering.
She's emerging the sofa the next instant.
"Bonnie."
Her name is gruff on his lips, like bile and parental reprimandings. His hand around her wrist is gentle and full of things unspoken.
He wants to tell her to stop being so childish, but that will only prolong his invisibility, and this isn't 1994. This isn't Bonnie and Damon slowly beginning to care for one another. They are far beyond that point, and just as she's unable to keep with the pretenses of leaving the Manor altogether, he is unable to prolong their argument with insultingly thoughtless apologies, because he needs her.
Almost to a disturbing degree.
Adding a slight pressure to his hold on the enchantress's arm, Damon pulls her forward until she is again seated on the couch. And she allows it, because also unlike 1994 – or maybe just like 1994 - or even before 1994... sometimes he doesn't need to speak for her to know exactly what he's communicating.
He playfully nudges her sock covered feet a couple of times, from their spot next to his on the coffee table.
She tucks them beneath her on the sofa.
She's still angry.
But he's just happy to be near her...
Her eyes remain fixated on the television. His eyes fixate on her, greedily drinking in.
Her caramel skin, glowing in the darkness of the room... her wavy brown hair... her striking green eyes... her embarrassing Spongebob PJs...
"Can I have my face back?"
"Can I have my best friend back?"
...
"Highly unlikely. This best friend doesn't particularly enjoy the company of insufferable assholes."
They're off the couch and standing, before either of them can register. His arms wound tightly around her. All stubborn, judgmental, headstrong, and moral strong 124 pounds of her...
"Get off of me!"
"Just! Give me a minute!"
The hold on her waist coils like a python, bringing her yet even closer to his chiseled immortality.
"No! Get off!"
"I just need..."
He burrows his face into her curls, inhaling deeply.
"Damon... Salvatore. If you don't let go of me –
"I'm sorry!"
It's almost dizzying the way the witch immediately relaxes into his clutch at the sound of the breathy exhalation. All soft curves, warm contours, and heady cherry blossom scent... Why does she affect him so powerfully? When did he begin to affect her so prevalent?
"I miss you, Bon Bon..."
He hates himself for the sob that escapes her lips the following instant. Yet he's too much of a selfish bastard to stop the following dictation.
"Look at me."
Need. Damon knows she's felt it as well, these past couple of days, because he knows her like the back of his hand, and equally requires her as much as the appendage.
The vampire moves slightly back from her. Bonnie's shimmery green eyes meet his azure. The serene exhalation at once pummels from his useless lungs, breathlessly.
Sometimes he can't stand the sight of her. She's the constant reminder of the one missing in his life... But let her leave his vision, or withhold the weight of those emerald green eyes upon him, for more than a single torturous day, and...
Complications.
Author's Note: I would LOVE to continue this, following up with at least TWO more chapters, but I don't know if I'll have the time! If you guys enjoyed this however, I will try my best! In the meantime, if you haven't read it yet, please check out my baby, "Bamon!" It's a fic really near and dear to my heart, and one I will be FINALLY completing before the airing of season 7! Please read, review, support, and enjoy in the ending of this journey with me! God bless!