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The Prologue...
"Face it" Stefan eyed his brother, who was currently sprawled across the couch in their mansion sulking "You're a sucker for brown eyes" he continued with a curve appearing on his lips.
"Green" Damon threw back, lolling his head to the side "Looks like someone's color blind."
Stefan smiled knowingly despite the biting tone.
"Its okay Stefan, we can get you some Skittles and teach you again" Damon gave him a pained grin. Damon really wanted him to leave him alone with incident that occurred a few hours ago. "Ah, so you admit you've been gazing into them?" Stefan circled the couch so his brother could get a free view of the out of character Cheshire grin he was giving him.
Stefan would never let it go, it's not everyday you catch your brother and your girlfriend's best friend, who swears to hate him in a compromising position.
Damon rolled his eyes in an attempt to look bored "What? She came on to me" Stefan stifled a snort.
Damon picked himself up and forced himself to sit up "Happens everyday, Stef. Obviously, Bonnie couldn't deny how ridiculously gorgeous I am and attacked me".
Damon shrugged his broad shoulders innocently before picking up his drink "Don't worry, I'll teach you one day" Stefan raised a brow and he wanted to cackle with laughter, he definitely won't let this go.
"So, you should really be going all Sherlock on the witch" Damon wiggled his brows with a smirk walking towards the bookcase in thought, he'd have hell the next time he saw Bonnie. Aneurysm or not.
"Or, I could just call Elena and let her do it herself" Stefan mused with a small smile having fun grilling his brother.
He was expecting the dramatic, heavy sigh Damon let out "Must we really drag Miss-I-Never-Do-Anything-Wrong in this?" Damon faced his brother again "Look, you and your intruding forehead butted in before we were even done-"
"You were in my bed" Stefan interjected disgusted
"You're sheets are clean, Damon doesn't get a happy ending and it's a story for the teen barbecue. Everyone's happy. Let it go..." Damon retorted with a smirk.
Stefan sighed, he wasn't going to get anywhere. Even though he caught the two of them, he'd never get Damon to give him any details of their new-found passion.
"Alright, if you don't wanna spill…"
Damon cast his amused stare at him "Although, there will be 'spilling' tomorrow, but I doubt you'd be interested in that.."
Stefan made a face at his innuendo while Damon gave him a big, dramatic wink "Just sharing my plans before the two of you decide to pay me another visit" Damon said feigning innocence before heading for the door.
"The two of us?" Stefan asked in confusion, he watched his brother striding outside, signalling his leave slamming the door shut.
Damon breathed in deeply, the memories of him and his personal little judge that evening washed over him. His hands caressing her delicious curves, the soft moans she'd let out when he'd hungrily suck on her perky breasts and the feeling the heat from her wet core… Damon closed his eyes.
He almost had her.
But he knew it wasn't over and it'd only be a matter of time until she succumbed to him again.
And to think it all started over a cookie…
Just an idea. Tell me if it's worth it ;)
