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A/N: At the prompting of one of my readers (iloveromances) on LJ I've gotten a account and posting my one-shot from a few months ago here . This is my first time writing a Damon/Bonnie fic (hides nervously lol), so hopefully I did the fabulous characters justice and what better way to jump into Bamon than with some fluff. This is also my first foray into the world of writing supernatural material and again hopefully I did it justice. I just got inspired when I was trapped inside my house for a week during a massive snow storm a month or so ago and have been working on it on and off since. Hopefully everyone likes it! I had to make this into two parts b/c it was too large to fit in one post hopefully I cut it off at a good spot.
Title: Snow Angels and Demons (one-shot)
Author: LOM1585
Rating: NC-17 (strong sexual content)
Pairing: Damon/Bonnie
Summary: A little fun in the snow for the supernatural fluff!
Snow Angels and Demons (Part One)
Damon Salvatore hates snow. He hates how pristine and angelic everything looks with a fresh coat of the white stuff. Snow does not go with the eternal darkness of his personality. Snow, if enough of it, brings about children off from school frolicking in the powder and their giggles of happiness bringing him massive headaches. Snow to Damon did not serve a purpose other than to annoy him and just put whatever area was encrusted with the inclement weather on standstill. The only thing Damon did like about snow was how it looked when the standstill was over grimy with dirt and exhaust fumes and the fit it gave people once it was time to clean it up and the children had to go back to school, their parents back to work. Snow was pure misery for Damon.
Now he found himself hearing the crunch of unsullied snow underneath his black boots all the while hoping he was leaving a track of dirty footprints. The weatherman said it was only supposed to be a dusting and would not even stick to the ground, but his feet were now sinking into a foot or so of snow. He was out tonight on a walk through the park hoping to find some unsuspecting moron to feed on, he could always count on some cliché couple being outside in the middle of a snowstorm having some sickenly sweet snowball fight. It was an hour into his quest and Damon was coming up empty handed. He had resigned himself to going back home when his ears started twitching and tingling with feminine laughter.
A sadistic smile spread across his handsome features and he changed direction toward where the laughter was coming from. He could taste the metallic flavor of the warm liquid on the tip of his tongue and could see the drops of crimson tinting the pure snow creating a delicious snowball for Damon to enjoy for dessert. His meandering became a lightning-speed run taking him to his destination within seconds. He stayed out of sight behind a tree and predatorily peeked from around to his prey spotting not a couple, but a lone woman with her back to him. The woman's build looked familiar and then he understood why when she spun around, it was Bonnie Bennett.
Suddenly he was not looking at her with killer instincts and thoughts of draining her body dry had dispersed. She was a vision in her winter-white wool peacoat contrasting against her caramel complexion. The canary-yellow, knit newsboy cap making her jade orbs pop and the matching scarf wrapped securely around her succulent neck, swirled about with her movements. Snowflakes landing in her soft tresses and the corners of Damon's mouth started tugging upward. Bonnie Bennett was absolutely beautiful. There was an actual smile gracing Damon Salvatore's face and it was not condescending or mischievous there was no malice behind it, but it was evoked by warm fuzzies from the scene playing out before him. He shook the foreign feelings that had been dormat in him for over one-hundred years that did not consist of anger or thoughts of revenge.
Deciding not to hide in the shadows any longer and risk the chance of being more sentimental, in a flash Damon was standing unbeknownst behind Bonnie. He had to control his urges when he saw a sliver of pink dart between her luscious full lips to catch a snowflake on her tongue.
"You do know—" he began in a rasp and startling the petite woman before him causing the witch to whirl around clutching her chest, "—that snow is just crystallized dust particles."
She glared at him her green eyes becoming a few shades darker and her teeth gritted after regaining her composure. Bonnie brought her hands to Damon's chest with all the force she could muster, but stopped them before actually making contact with him.
Damon released a hearty laugh knowing exactly what she was trying to do. "What poor Bonnie Bennett can't rise to the occasion?" he quipped with a smirk.
Bonnie facetiously smiled giving a simple tap of her index finger to his chest, sending the vampire flying into the air and slamming into a tree several feet away. "Never doubt my capabilities."
"You know I like it rough little witch, so don't start something you can't finish." He smoothly replied with a wink, lifting himself off the ground with ease and unphased by what he deemed her parlor-tricks.
She shuddered at his innuendos and felt her cheeks flush with warmth despite the coldness surrounding them from the use of his nickname for her. The nickname "little witch" was not incredibly creative, but she found it endearing and she took it as Damon showing in his own way that he actually cared about her.
"Go away Damon!" her arms defiantly crossing over her chest.
In seconds, he was in front of her causing wisps of hair to fly about her face, "Do you really want that?" smoothing the back of his hand over the curve of her cheek.
Searching his mesmerizing and haunting azure pools, she was actually able to make out some semblance of a man competent of emoting beyond the infamous Damon Salvatore range of emotions. In public, they acted as if they could not stand each other well moreso Bonnie than Damon he was just his smug-self making comments that got under her skin. Sometimes they pretended as if they did not know each other or were just indifferent toward each other. Then they would meet in secret banter back and forth with witty quips filled with unresolved sexual tension and then if he was in a good mood, usually involving the taste of blood though he had steadily refrained from doing so, he was nice sweet even if Bonnie dare say so.
Their first encounter alone after Damon had attacked her was accidental and needless to say tension-filled, but not of the good kind. There were threats on both their parts. Name-calling. Hurling insults. There was even a baring of fangs. Bonnie had unconsciously found herself at the scene of the crime and groaned in annoyance when her private moment had been intruded upon by Damon. The next few encounters were also accidental or that is at least what Bonnie believed. Every encounter since had slowly started to dissipate in tension, they became civil towards each other. The last few had been more than civil with some physical contact that was nonviolent.
"Go ahead Bonnie kiss me you know you want to I give my full consent to it," he gave with a wink and a smug smile on the side. "You don't have to maul me like our first kiss." Coming off as innocent as Damon Salvatore possibly could.
Bonnie scoffed, "I did not maul you." Her teeth gritted and eyes narrowing.
"You obviously don't remember," feigning hurt and appalled. "It was one crisp winter day and I was going over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house where out of nowhere you ravaged me—"
"Funny I never pegged you as Little Red Riding Hood more like the big bad wolf." She tried to keep the flutters in her stomach at bay, as Damon looked her up and down his eyes glinting with wickedness.
He twirled a lock of her hair around his index finger, "Oh BonBon you should know better then to compare me to a wolf I'm way more badass."
"Too bad you have such low self-esteem Damon." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh come on you know that wolf can't hold a candle to me," his voice haughty as he waggled his brows. "But he did have one good idea we should reenact Little Red Riding Hood—"
"But only with a vampire?" she asked rhetorically as she cut him off. There was a sane part of Bonnie that during these encounters that would say leave get as far away from Damon as physically possible, but the insane part won out always and this time was no different. "You do know the tale of Little Red Riding Hood is about rape?"
"I beg to differ little witch it's about Red's sexual awakening," he tapped the tip of her nose.
She brushed his hand away in annoynace. "Well I guess you would know since you were probably there when it was written and you may have even been inspiration for the wolf."
"Touché! So are you going to put on a little red cape, so you can experience as sexual awakening or what?" he inquired huskily with a grin.
"I don't even know why I bother with you sometimes."
"Because I'm wickedly handsome," Damon replied in a singsongy voice like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Bonnie rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time since the vampire came into her presence, "And with that I'm leaving!" she exclaimed as she spun on heels, stalking away in the snow.
"What?" he yelled at her retreating back not seeing what sent the witch into a tizzy.
Suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. He was about to engage in something he deemed cliché, but Damon knew it would be something that would annoy the petite woman and that she would not be able to walk away.
As she walked away, she questioned why she put up with him. Sure, he was good looking and had amazingly blue eyes that she could lose herself in for days on end but his arrogance was off the charts. She could only take the narcissistic vampire in small doses and right now, she had reached her quota of his ego stroking comments that she could stand in one encounter. Plus as hard as it was for her to admit the egomaniacal remarks were quite a turn-on, he was confident beyond belief and for the most part, he was speaking the truth. Besides if, she sticked around any longer Bonnie would be tempted to go along with his idea of role playing. The young witch had been finding it increasingly hard to be around the eldest Salvatore as of late especially with the turn their relationship had taken with kissing and some heavy petting. A cooler head on Bonnie's part prevailed and she was always was the one to break it off before the next level was reached.
Just as she was about to step foot on the trail that would lead Bonnie back to her car something hit her square in the back and caused her to freeze in mid stride. She roared in disbelief and she had a pretty good idea about what and who had hit her in the back. When she turned around, she glared into the eyes of Damon, who was still standing where she left him with the biggest smirk playing on his lips and another snowball in hand. Eyes wide, clenched teeth exposed, hands balled up at her side, and red painting her face as she screeched in rage.
"You are so dead Salvatore," she fumed.
He exaggeratedly shrugged his shoulders, "I am already." Damon hurled the snowball in his hand at her.
Before the snowball could make contact with the witch, Bonnie froze it in midair and then sent it up in flames as she smiled triumphantly at the vampire. Their encounters had not only yielded a growing attraction between the two, but Bonnie's powers had matured miraculously strong. Her Grams would have a fit if she knew that Damon Salvatore was evoking her granddaughter's supernatural abilities to bubble more to the surface than she could. However, knowing her grandmother, the Bennett matriarch probably already knew from her clairvoyant senses what was going on between the witch and vampire and as long as she did not feel a threat from the eldest Salvatore brother that she would allow the relationship to continue for Bonnie's betterment.
"Damn witch!"
"You don't want to play this game Damon."
Damon dismissively waved her off. "What me afraid of poor wittle Bonnie Bennett?"
Suddenly two handfuls of snow started swirling around in front of Bonnie like a cyclone and she simulated her hands in the actions of forming a snowball. The whirling snow bounded together and made two balls of snow that just floated on either side of her all the while she never broke eye contact with Damon. She sent the snowballs flying at their intended target, but ultimately ended up missing as Damon used his speed to dodge them and he leaned cockily against a tree.
"Ugh," she squealed in frustration forgetting that he had the ability to move at lightning speed.
"Oh almost! Nice try though, a resilient effort might I add," he sent a patronizing clap in her direction.
His laughter only made her madder. Bonnie stomped the heel of her foot into the ground like a petulant little girl.
"That's cute," he says in jest.
It only infuriated her more. Her anger then turned into a smirk that eerily resembled one of his and it made Damon stand up straight, look of worry etched on his face. He did not think that she was capable of giving such a look and he would not admit aloud, but she had him a bit frazzled.
"What are you up to?" he narrowed his eyes at her and regained his calm façade.
She ignored him, "Salix babylonica so high and lamenting I resurrect thee earthly creature and command thee to make for Salvatore a captive audience."
"What?" he asked dubiously with a laugh. "What the hell is a Celek babylon?" inquiring incorrectly, unphased by what she was trying to pull.
"S-A-L-I-X B-A-B-Y-L-O-N-I-C-A—" she enunciated, "—is the scientific name for weeping willow, which you are are standing under." Gesturing to the tree.
Damon looked up and as he did, the tree came to life like she had instructed it to do. He could not react fast enough as the roots of the tree came up from the ground, wrapping around his ankles in a vice like grip, and the branches encircled his wrist like handcuffs. He fought hard against the restraints, but to no avail and oddly enough when he glared at Bonnie only to be greeted with a wickedly devilish smile he was turned on and he felt the affects in his loins.
"You witch!" finally giving up trying to break free.
Bonnie curtsied, "Why thank you! Now time for a little payback."
Several mounds of snow started to swirl as Bonnie repeated her actions from earlier and one by one the mounds transformed into floating balls. The first snowball hit Damon in the face, the second at his crotch. She yawned in mock boredom as snowball after snowball hit the vampire bull's-eye and she then checked her nails before converting more snow mounds into balls.
"Alright you made your point," he yelled and a snowball hit him in the mouth.
She decided to hurl just one more snowball at Damon for good measure. She sauntered over to him and then levitated so that she was now eye-level with him, "I told you, you didn't want to play this game. I maybe fairly new to this whole supernatural thing compared to you, but I'm way more badass than you."
"I think I've found my equal in you Bonnie Bennett," he honestly admitted.