Author's Note: Hooray for another Bamon one shot! This one is rather pointless drabble and was really just something I came up with off the top of my head. Either way I hope you enjoy it and please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Vampire Diaries or its characters. Don't sue me please.
She wasn't sure how she ended up here. Her brown eyes were closed and she distinctly realized she was curled up against another frame, another person. She could hear his steady breathing and for a moment she wondered if he was sleeping. But then she felt the light grazing of finger tips on her shoulder blade. She sighed softly and allowed her own hand to dance across his torso, stopping near the center of his chest. The pads of her own fingers traced the skin there.
Her eyes opened then and they met a pair so dark they looked black. She was often mesmerized by the lights that danced in them. Even now the sight of them and his usually perfectly straight hair in disarray made her smile He did not mirror the action, she noticed sadly. His face was a stony mask as his fingers played with the fiery curls draped across her pillow. But then his fingers touched the skin of her neck.
She did gasp then. She pushed away from him, clutching the blanket to her tightly, and placed her hand on her neck. She was sure she was trembling as her fingers ran over the two puncture wounds there. But they weren't fresh. They did not sting when she touched them like she expected them to. The skin was almost entirely healed. She could feel the texture of a puckered scar.
But she remembered.
Yes, now the images flickered through her head, playing on the inside of her eyelids once she shut her eyes. She remembered the feelings of her skin against his. She remembered stealing kisses from him. She remembered the bite. She especially remembered the feeling. She had not felt pain, but pure ecstasy.
Her cheeks felt warm as she turned and it was hard to miss the rain staining her cheeks. Now though she wondered if it wasn't just her blood, but his as well, that rushed to the skin there. Her hand fell from her neck once she saw him. He was sitting upright and he was staring at her intently. It was a ritual thing for the two of them.
She smiled at him fondly, sliding back into place against him. They stared at each other for a long moment. His fingers danced across her chin before cupping her cheek. He pulled gently but lowered his own face as she titled hers up. It was such an intimate moment whenever this happened. It seemed so much more intimate than the act they had committed the night before. But just as their lips finally met she heard the sound she both dreaded and looked forward to.
A car horn.
He sighed in irritation then and mumbled something about mutts that made her bite back her laughter. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her once more. Then, after a beat they both rose from the bed and silently dressed. They left the room at the same moment. He went out the window and she walked through the door. Their eyes had locked one last time before they both departed.
As she climbed into Matt's truck and stared out the window she smiled. If she wasn't certain about her feelings she was certain about one thing. Bonnie McCullough certainly looked forward to the Monday nights and Tuesday mornings with a certain Damon Salvatore.