Title: Mistletoe
Pairing: Bonnie & Damon
Rating: PG
Emerald eyes met icy blues for a moment, before wandering up to the little piece of plant hanging above them. His eyes followed her gaze up to the mistletoe and he looked back down at her, a mischievous expression adorning his handsome features.
Bonnie rolled her eyes in response.
Had she found herself in this predicament several months ago, she would have simply scoffed and made her way back to Caroline and Elena. Things were different now. There was an unspoken bond between the two of them that had been undeniable from the day she'd finally come back. Elena and Caroline had both noticed it, she assumed, because they'd both questioned her numerous times about what had gone on while they were stuck there. Bonnie had divulged a few things, mostly about their arguments; but the wounds (both physical and mental) were still too fresh for her. She didn't like to talk about it, and Elena and Caroline gave up for the time being.
A few moments of silence passed between the two before she seemingly plucked up a bit of courage. She stepped toward him and, much to her delight, his eyes widened in slight surprise. (It felt nice to be able to get a rise out of Damon Salvatore.) She pushed up on her toes, her eyes flickering down to his lips for just a moment before she pressed a swift kiss to his cheek.
A quiet rush of breath left his lips. She wasn't sure if it'd been disappointment or relief, but she assumed it was the latter. He'd resigned to stop bogging Elena down with memories she might not ever recall, but Bonnie was sure he still loved her.
"Well that wasn't awkward at all," he commented playfully. The word 'awkward' had become a bit of an inside joke between the pair.
She smiled and, after a brief hesitation, she moved in and wrapped her arms around his waist in a hug.
"Thank you," she spoke the words quietly, arms still wound around his middle.
He hesitated for a moment or two before he hugged her back, but when he did she found herself in a tight grip.
"For what?"
She still hadn't pulled away. Instead she let her head rest against his chest, drawing comfort from being so close to him. Honestly she wasn't quite sure what had come over her.
"For not giving up until you found me."
He didn't say anything.
His head was resting comfortably against hers and he gently rubbed a large hand back and forth across the expanse of her back. A few more moments passed by in silence. He gathered up his nerve and moved his head so that his cheek was pressed against hers, his lips near her ear. When he spoke, his voice was so quiet it might as well have been a whisper.
"Merry Christmas, little witch."
