Fire Dance by asesina

Disclaimer: I don't own tvd.

Summary: a quick little oneshot. Damon and Bonnie confront each other and an odd little exchange ensues.

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She studies him carefully, measuring his every movement with wary green eyes.

He stares back intently, and his blue eyes never leave her gaze.

They are locked in mortal combat, circling each other slowly like neighboring planets with overlapping orbits.

There is nothing but air between them, but it is alive, humming with an electric charge that only hints at the scope of their power.

She smiles assuredly, daring him to make the first move. She balls her hands into fists and feels them glow with the sharp warmth of a fire ball that she creates with her mind.

She wills it into existence and allows her entire hand to become a torch.

Calmly, she narrows her eyes and nods at him as if telling him to take one step closer.

He obliges, grabbing her by the shoulder as he lets a hand brush up her neck. He grabs her chin and smirks, the arrogant bastard.

For a second, she forgets that she is capable of incinerating him, and she can feel the strength and speed hidden in his posture.

He is holding it back, and she angrily shoves his hand away.

"If you mess with my friends or family again, you're dead," she hisses menacingly.

"I already am," he says flatly, and his lips curl into another wry smile.

She steps toward him angrily and finds herself staring up at him, and for a moment, the inconvenience of their height difference annoys her.

"Seriously, Damon," she adds in an ominous tone.

Damon is impressed by the coldness of her voice.

"I thought we were on the same team, little witch," he scoffs.

"Only when it's convenient," Bonnie reminds him, and Damon shakes his head.

"You really are something else," he says with the slightest hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Don't you forget it," Bonnie says slyly.

She turns away quickly, but Damon swears that she winks at him before she walks off in a huff.

End