A/N: Since so many of you guys asked for a continuation, your wish is my command :)
"Well isn't this cozy," the blonde vampiress says snidely, announcing her presence as well as her wonderment at the unlikely situation occurring before her.
Damon continues his peaceful slumber, while the witch he holds in his arms begins to stir at the voice.
As the morning light hits her still groggy green orbs, the previous night's occurrences slowly dawn on her, demanding acknowledgment.
She had reached a level of intimacy with the vampire in the darkness of the night that both he and she would quickly disown in the brightness of the day.
Turning her eyes from the rising sun, she spots Rebecca Mikaelson starring fixated at her compromising position on Damon's lap.
Realizing the potential havoc that this particular witness could cause for them back home, Bonnie tries desperately to correct her predicament.
"It's not what you think Rebecca," she says as she endeavors to rouse Damon, shaking him with an initial gentleness that quickly transforms to roughness when he does not wake.
"Bonnie this is so uncharacteristic of you. What will poor Elena do now that she's lost her favorite Salvatore to her best friend?"
"It's not like that!" Bonnie asserts before turning her attention to lifting the arms which currently encase. However, all of her attempts prove fruitless as his limbs are wrapped so tightly around her, they won't budge.
Irritation sets in. Yes, Rebecca's intrusive glare was annoying, but Damon's refusal to release her was even more so.
"Damon, wake up," she calls out with a tone of impatience, yet the vampire continues to rest quietly.
"Do I?" Rebecca questions, forcing Bonnie's attention back towards her direction, "From where I stand it appears to be very much like that."
"Can you please just help me wake him up?"
"Yes, I could, but where's the fun in that? I'm certain that you have a much more effective way of getting him up. I'll leave you to it then, yeah?"
"Won't the boat will be here soon? You can't leave us on this godforsaken island!"
"Don't be so melodramatic Bonnie. I only intend on granting you two some much needed privacy. I'll return shortly."
"Rebec-" the witch yells, but unfortunately the only rebuttal is the sound of the wind, as the vampiress moves swiftly from the spot she'd held only a few moments ago.
Damn Damon Salvatore!
He never thinks of her, yet he somehow always manages to make her life more difficult. He never thinks of her, yet he refuses to let her go from his grip.
She'd grown incredibly tired of both him and his games.
Just as she was on the brink of using her powers to grant her own release, Damon finally awakes to the witch peering at him coldly.
"What'd I miss?" he questions innocently
Ignoring his question, Bonnie tersely retorts, "Let go of me Damon!"
"Is that a question or a demand?" he teases
"I know you were pretending to be asleep the entire time just so you could embarrass me in front of Rebecca," she says somewhat uncomfortably as she still resides in his arms and on his lap.
"Bon there are a lot of things that you could be embarrassed about, but waking up with me is not one of them," he finishes with a smirk.
Bonnie sighs in defeat. "Damon, just let me go…please," she says as she realizes that with the vampire one must carefully choose their battles.
He grants the girl her release immediately.
She scrambles to her feet, running as far away from him as humanely possible while still remaining in speaking distance.
He stands up as well, surveying their surroundings. "So what's for breakfast?" he finally manages.
Instead of answering his question, Bonnie begins to pace a few feet in the sand and then back once more. Shaking her head as though trying to removing the vestiges of the comfort she'd felt last night from her mind, "We don't do this."
"Bonnie…" he begins, as he carefully watches her movement.
"Damon we don't do this," she interrupts, "you don't hold me and I don't let you. We don't even like each other."
Hoping to help the moody witch calm some, he questions "I guess I did miss something. When did breakfast become a taboo conversation topic?"
"We don't talk about breakfast. We don't talk at all unless it's about Elena or killing Klaus or stopping Silas. We don't have normal conversations," she stops her pacing in order to place the full weight of her gaze onto him.
"Got it," he says simply.
The witch however, continues as though his reply had gone unheard, "As it is, Rebecca is probably going to tell everyone we know, including Elena, what she saw."
"And what did she see?" he questions almost smugly
"You know…"
"No. No I don't. Apparently I woke up in some alternate reality located on this bitch of an island, where mentioning mealtimes is banned. So no, I don't know what she saw and to be honest I don't care what she saw. If I hadn't of done what I did last night, she would have saw me clutching your dead body."
Bonnie felt incredibly guilty. On one hand she did owe Damon a debt of gratitude for preventing her from experiencing the whole death by hypothermia thing. On the other hand, if Rebecca cared to then she could really hurt Elena by telling her what she saw. In the words of her unlikely rescuer, "it was a bitch of a situation."
"I…thank you. Thank you for what you did last night. I'm sorry I overreacted. I just don't want Rebecca to get the wrong idea about us and then for her to share said wrong idea with Elena. I know how she feels about you…how you feel about each other and I would never…" she trails off.
"You would never what?" he questions, curious about her unspoken words.
"I would never… I mean we could never…I'm not interested in you like that. If Rebecca does tell Elena then I hope she would know that I would never let you touch me unless it was under dire-life-threatening circumstances."
"My ego would be bruised, but the thing is I have a bullshit detector. So I see straight through the bullshit that you're trying so hard to convince yourself of right now."
"It's not bullshit. You're someone that I tolerate. My incredible level tolerance, while admirable. doesn't translate to me actually liking or even being attracted to you."
"Maybe, I buy the you not liking me thing, but don't kid yourself for one minute. We both know that I'm an eternal stud and if I'm being totally honest, you're not so bad to look at yourself," he says with an inappropriately seductive grin.
"Excuse me," she says as unwelcomed and unwanted goose bumps appear at the vampire's statement.
"That was a compliment. You're supposed to say thank you."
"That was a come on. So I think I'm supposed to say fuck off. "
"I don't need to come on to you. Apparently all I need is a little cold weather to get you in my lap. Maybe Mystic Falls might actually get some snow this year and I'll find you at my doorstep ready to throw yourself at me."
"Not in your wildest dreams."
"Well it kind of already happened and last night definitely wasn't a dream."
"Maybe for you."
"Remember it was you who snuggled up to me witch."
"Remember that it was you that did your best caveman impersonation, and pulled me into your lap by force."
"I didn't have to force you. As I recall it, you were all too eager," he says, closing the distance between himself and the witch standing before him.
In their height difference, she can feel his breath on her skin, she shudders unconsciously.
"What are you doing?" questioning his invasion of space, with a surprisingly low voice.
"I'm worried about your head, maybe you hit it. Your memory recall seems a bit off" he answers, ghosting his pale knuckles along the contours of her jawline.
"Damon don't," she warns, secretly relishing the touch
He ignores.
Cupping her cheek with one hand, while softly pushing one of her brown tendrils from her face.
Their eyes lock. He moves closer.
If he were to tilt down or if Bonnie were to stand on her tiptoes their lips would meet.
"You see with us, the word don't is basically like yes."
He had a point. If Damon had a point about their confusing shared vocabulary, then did he also have a point about an attraction existing between the two of them?
No. Damon was just trying to get in her head!
It was working well though. Too well for her liking.
"No means no," she answers in a tone verging on husky that did not belong to her.
Still he made no indication that he would be moving any time soon, and despite her protests neither did she.
"Fair enough," he finally replies, leaning in impossibly close until their lips will mere millimeters apart.
"Don't," she says unconvincingly, but still unmoving.
"Okay," he replies unconvincingly, but still unmoving.
"I hate to interrupt this will they, won't they moment, but our chariot awaits and so does Elena," Rebecca says not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice.
