A Fic for Donnie scenarios that come to the top or your little heads. Send em' to me and I'll make a little fic of them.
I don't want to bother with creating the events that would lead to this scenario so this what you set.
Hold her, your little redbird
His hands hold her on each side of her face. His grip is excessive and he rubs her cheeks around (gently of course) and seeks into her eyes. Searching, what for? her own eyes are curious, gazing into his, searching for the meaning of this gesture. He presses his nose to her face and traces it across her skin, and just as their lips are about to touch, he pulls away and looks down to her chest. He returns to rubbing her fac3.
"Damon, you're hurting my face." Bonnie whispers in her usual blunt way. But she doesn't really want him to stop.
So was that cute? Because it came from one of those old notebooks of mine. :P