Earth, Water, and Fire, that's what they were. Nobody understood, nobody intruded, and nobody discussed what was transpiring before they're eyes.
Bonnie Bennett danced in circles around the dance floor, unknowingly stealing every ounce of attention anyone could give. The attention wasn't asked for, nor was it forced, it was magnetic, the groom couldn't take his eyes off of her, and if we're being honest neither could the bride. That wasn't the most surprising thing transpiring on the dance floor of the ball room, Bonnie loved to dance, and she never passed up the opportunity to show off her 12 years of dance lessons. No, what was the show stopper is who she happened to be dancing with. Her partner, or shall we say partners, took up comfortable positions around her as she so effortlessly used them to her advantage.
She started with the raven-haired one. Fire. They're bodies did most of the talking as they moved around, you would have thought he was her silk blanket the way he covered her skin, like the milky moon in the dark night sky, the contrast between both skin tones were almost other worldly. Damon usually took control while dancing; he happened to be very skilled with the stroke of the hips pun intended, though with her he was different. There were times to be the dominant but not tonight, she owned the floor and she owned him and he fucking loved that shit; he'd never admit it, but it was true none the less.
Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Whatever We Do
To Each Other
For Now We'll Make A Vow
To Just
Keep It In The Closet
Switch. And she was swirled into his arms, the green-eyed one. Not much of dancer he was, but still as skilled as his blood brother, he guided her with his mind. Earth. Telepathic they seemed to be, unlike his brother he kept his distance and danced with more of an aggression. They thing most didn't understand about the Bennett witch, the thing she didn't understand about herself, is that she had the ability to bring things out of people, emotions and actions. Water. Kindness, out of a hard mind. Warmth, out of a cold heart. In Stefan's case, she brought out that dominance that scratched below the surface of his being. There was almost a tease about the way he led her. The more she drew closer, the more he drew back. Not out of avoidance and uncertainty, but more with playfulness, he knew she feigned closeness; he wanted her to crave it. The vampire inwardly smiled at her annoyance with him, she was starting to become more aggressive with want. Damon smirked; his brother was playing with their little minx. Just as she was about to grab Stefan by has collar, Damon sped over. "Oh no you don't little bird", he whispered creeping up behind her.
Just Open The Door
And You Will See
This Passion Burns
Inside Of Me
Don't Say To Me
You'll Never Tell
Touch Me There
Make The Move
Cast The Spell
To those on the outside looking in, the position of the trio looked to be quite distasteful. Two men, perfectly sculpted men at that, and the little minx in the middle, now sandwiched between her 'protectors' finishing out the song.
Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Whatever We Do To
Each Other
For Now We'll Make A Vow
To Just
Keep It In The Closet
(She Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(Aahh)
Keep It In The Closet ...
It seemed as though they were in a polygamous relationship, although that was not the case. The trio started off very subtle, but now it seemed they coexist with one another. By the time the song was over they had the entire room staring upon them, they were actually pretty mesmerizing. Silver, Emerald, and Earthy colored irises stared back everyone. "Well this is awkward" Damon said breaking the silence only making things more awkward of course. With the snap of her fingers Bonnie bended the crowds trance and people resumed the conversations and festivities. Stefan looked over at Damon with somewhat of a worried expression, the older brother just shrugged and followed Bonnie to the bar. It was her idea to come to the wedding as a way to draw closer to her father's side of the family, in his and her death she promised she would make an effort to do things differently. So here she was drinking Bourbon (if you can believe it), with her 'white stallions' as her aunt Darlene calls them (Damon got a kick out of that one), trying to block out the curious stares of her distant family.
"I feel like I'm under a microscope" the caramel beauty sighed tipping back the last bit of her drink "I don't think I like that feeling too well".
"We can leave if you'd like Bonnie" Stefan said touching the small of her back, his thumb brushing the bare skin that was exposed by the back out silk black dress she wore for the evening. It shouldn't have given her chills.
And if she were to really look into it Damon grabbing her by her by her chin gently shouldn't have added on the goose bumps going down her spine "Just say the word and we're out of here little bird".
"Word"
And they were moving, "Oh my goodness Bonnie"! The little witch didn't even want to look back, she knew that God awful screech anywhere. "Brenda, how are you"? Bonnie was always cordial with her cousin, but she wasn't one of her favorites, it wasn't that Bonnie didn't like her it just seemed like her cousin was always trying to one up her in everything she did, and if Bonnie did it better she'd find something wrong with how she'd done it, it always rubbed the witch the wrong way.
"I'm great, how are you"? Bonnie didn't have the chance to answer, "I heard you had dropped out of Whitmore, is that true"?
'Uh yeah I took a little break away from the books but I am back in school now for the spring", Brenda didn't seem too interested in what Bonnie was saying, her eyes were darting to and from Damon and Stefan.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your escorts"? The brown skinned girl made sure to put emphasis on the 's' in escorts.
Tick.
"These are the Salvatore brothers Stefan and Damon", Bonnie said pointing to each as she said their names.
"Oh, and who are they to you"?
There might have been a slight pause "Well they're my –friends"? Bonnie was sure it came out as a question whether than a response. "You guys certainly didn't seem like friends on the dance floor, come on Bon what would your Grams say if she were alive to see you flaunting your white boy toys around"? Brenda opened her mouth to say more, but all that was heard was silence. Bonnie might have stripped her cousin's vocal cords, only for a couple hours of course. The trio left behind a hysterical cousin Brenda, too bad no one should hear.
And scene. Ok I started a new story without updating my last one; don't kill me I have a new ideas coming soon for that one but I had to get this fresh story line typed up before I lost the idea. Hope everyone enjoys I am trying something a little different with this one. Themes might be a little different but it should be good none the less.
Song from this chapter In the Closet by Michael Jackson
Until next time
-Kee