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He knew this was coming; for almost two weeks, he successfully avoided her. However, it was easy before she was in a hospital bed. Right now, he was standing in her living room with his arms crossed over his chest. He still was not use to the way with which she could have an entire conversation with her eyes. Sheila looked at the petrified young man in her living room and she smiled. At least he knew to fear his elder except when it came to having his hands all over your granddaughter.
Her smile faded and she took a seat. She looked up and down at the young man standing in front of her "why don't you take a seat young man?" it did not sound like a suggestion because it was an order. Damon took a seat reluctantly; it was as clear as the sun that he would prefer to be somewhere else. He looked at the door hopeful, he just needed Bonnie to cross that door, and he will be on his merry way. Bonnie, she could have gave me a head up. He sighed and sunk lower in the sofa.
Sheila pushed a glass of sweet ice tea toward him. He will need the comfort. She smiled as an indication that he needed to relax. She personally had a little soft spot for the young man. She was not blind to everything he did to help with her granddaughter, he was definitely better than the previous one and he had made a great job raising that little angel as a single parent. Therefore, he was starting with some extra points.
Damon gladly drunk the cool beverage, he hoped it could cool the heat in him. There was no way around this; he was somehow scared. The old Lady had just this effect on him, she commanded respect, which he was willing to offer but she just had that extra authoritative touch. That was what scared Damon so much, he always had troubles with authority.
"So is it the moment where you ask me about my intention toward your granddaughter?" after avidly drinking the ice tea, he finally found his wit back. The silence had created a heavy discomfort mostly when his gulps could be heard. He put his glass on the table and crossed his legs at the level of his knee, he was trying to act as the confident man that he was.
"Oh you got jokes in you." Sheila teased and Damon smile faltered. He sat straight and decided to speak only when he was spoken to. "Now that being said, do we need to have a conversation about your intention? Do you even know them?" Sheila looked straight into his frozen blue eyes. She was not planning to ease his way through this conversation. The affection she felt for him did not matter.
"Well we are friends… so as a friend I only have her best interest at heart." Sheila smiled through each words. Those kids really think I was born yesterday. Was she supposed to keep a serious expression if they were acting as if she had naïve written all over her face? She crossed her arm and inquisitively looked at him as he sipped one more time on his ice tea.
"I guess that the dumb version you both choose to believe. That is none of my business for the moment. If you are not fooling around, I have nothing to be worried about right. One of those curly head running around is a reasonable number right now." before she even finished her sentence, Damon turned red. He choked on his tea or on his saliva. He could not tell but he was sure he understood what she meant. Did that woman just subtly brush the topic of procreation between her granddaughter and me? He coughed it out and with the most seriousness he could master, he pursued the conversation.
"I can assure you we are not fooling around ma'am, it is quite the opposite." He spoke quickly. He did not expect to have such conversation with anyone in mid of a hot southern afternoon. He looked at the clock and Bonnie was supposed to be out of her shift. It was part of their new arrangement to accommodate her schedule; Damon let Leila spend some afternoon in Bonnie's place. She could help her grandmother and spend more time with Leila. However, right now it looked like the young woman let him fall into a trap.
"Okay but your little love story is not the reason why I needed to see you Damon. Recently some events were brought to my attention. I assume that you have an idea of what I am referring to." She cautiously asked; she did not want to put Bonnie's personal business out there. If her granddaughter did not share her dark days with this man, she would not do it.
"If it is about how she came to surrogacy, she did tell me and I assumed she shared detail about her depression too. If it is what you want to talk about then I don't know if we should do it in her absence. I don't want to cross any lines. She just started opening herself to Leila and me, I don't want to endanger that, nor do I want to disrespect her." His voice took a sudden solemnity. At the instant, He seemed to have lost all fear of the matriarch. He always found the desire to protect and respect Bonnie. Even if the person to whom he was talking happened to be someone who cared about her too.
Sheila smiled; her granddaughter taste in man had literally improved. She was happy to hear the protective tone in his voice. The change in his composure was palpable. She poured him more ice tea. He did deserve it; he was making her work easier. "Obviously I don't go around spilling my Bonnie's tea like that. I wanted to talk to you because that little woman is precious and fragile. She will give your daughter everything and she will probably extend the generosity to you. Which is not bad, y'all are good people but I just want to be assure you'll treat her as she deserves to be treated."
She looked at him to make sure he was following her, and then she pursued. "I am her grams; I have to make sure that you are not just using her. I know that Leila won't use her that is her blood but I have my doubt on you. What will happen when the little angel is healthy? Would you walk out of Bonnie's life? Will it be thank you and bye? You look surprise; I guess Bonnie kept that fear secret. You see why she needs to be protected."
"No, she did not tell me that she was worried that she would be pushed out of Leila's life. I will not lie, it was the original plan, but things have literally changed. I am not surprised that she thinks that. I did not approach her with the intention to rekindle a mother and daughter relationship but I assure you things have completely changed." He sat straighter and did not avoid her eyes. He wanted Sheila to read the truth in his pupils and hear it in his tone.
"What changed the fact that you have feeling for her? That is no guarantee; love changes at any time. I assumed that is the only thing, which changed in the few months that you spent together. People whom pretended loving her, even those who loved her let her down or betrayed her. I did too. Words are just words." She countered but his smile let her know that it was more. He had the answer to that on the tip of his tongue. This had nothing to do with him.
"The same way you need to make Bonnie happy, the need that you have to protect her. I feel the same for my daughter. Leila has someone who is supposed to be her mother but she has never received what she needed from that woman. Then your granddaughter entered the picture and she stepped to the role, she was reluctant to do so. She was scared but she did the most maternal thing I have ever seen, she forgot about her personal interest." His voice was full of pride and praise.
He felt the need to stop because he started to take in consideration everything that petite woman did in their life in matter of months. "She told me once she needed to be all about herself because Leila birth killed the child in her. I was so mad that I told her words that wounded her soul but I don't regret telling her those things because it broke the wall quickly. However, it did not stop her. She was not willing to help until she saw Leila. Things those two bring in each other. That is love, purest form of love. I would be a monster to step all over that. Bonnie revived the child in Leila."
He did not know why he was almost tearing up in this woman living room. Maybe he was just putting words on what have been going on in his life. He cleared his throat, trying to remove the lump and to get rid of the emotion. "Now that she has a mom, she is a freer child. I know she does not know that Bonnie is her mother but she instinctively feels it. She is more incline to behave as a kid. Bonnie, she is just amazing. Now I am might be able of the worse when pushed, but it would take a lot to make me hurt her. I have thought about it, if keeping Bonnie happy keeps Leila happy then I am dedicated to Bonnie's happiness. It is thank you and can we keep you forever."
He squashed all her next question; this was much more than she needed to hear. He should have save some for Bonnie; god knows she needs to hear her praise. "You are definitely climbing on my spot for favorite boyfriend but you better keep that mindset forever because if somehow you find a way to make matter worse and hurt her. Kid you don't want to find out." She smiled and this time it did not carry any other meaning that genuine kindness.
"Miss Sheila, we are not dating. We are just friend," Damon quickly corrected and he finished his glass of ice tea. It was not so bad after all. He breathed a relief and was quite satisfied that someone forced him to put words on how he felt about all the change Bonnie brought in his life.
"Then you should because you are both looking dumb acting like you are about to tie the knot. I won't judge your reason to play this silly game of we are friend but I can't take my eyes away from you. Facts are you two can't stay friends not with the way your eyes and hands behave and I won't out her but she is not pushing you away. So maybe clear the air out before you both suffocate."
Damon had no time to answer Bonnie was stepping in the room and like magnet he was already on her path. His arm circled her and Sheila snorted friend the only fools in this room were the one claiming that lie as a truth.
"Darling here you are, your friend and I just had that needed talk, and he did well." Sheila said as she left the room. Those two had a way of making her feel uncomfortable. They did not know how to behave in presence of their elder. Bonnie's cheeks grew red and she pretended that she did not know what her grams was talking about. Why did she always had to embarrass her? As if being all sweaty right now was not enough. Bonnie he saw you with puke on your shirt. Quit it.
She put her dancing kit on the floor. She looked at Damon and he looked like the amount of damage inflicted by her grandmother was reasonable. She looked around, her eyes trying to find her daughter.
"She is in the kitchen eating cookies and probably getting sugar overdose on your grandmother ice tea." He could still taste the sugar on his tongue several minutes later. She rolled her eyes and pushed him out of her way. She wanted to shower but she also needed to meet her little princess.
"Was it bad? You don't look too bad. I thought I will find you in tears." Bonnie said as she undid her chignon. She tilted her head so she could get a glimpse of Damon. He grabbed her by the waist. Was he conscious that I am a ball of sweat? She tried to push him away; she was still trying to get use to his familiarity mostly after their kiss, which seemed to have more effect on her.
"I knew it, you trapped me bonbon. You being late should have been a sign. You are like a German clock but don't worry Sheila and me are cool. She is my best friend now." He said teasing her and he finally released her. He stopped and took a breath. This was hard, why was she walking around in a bodysuit?
"We need to tell her or I can do it on my own if you prefer" he changed the conversation on more sensible matters. Damon wanted to explain to Leila the next process that was her operation. They needed to schedule the time and set up the preoperative management for Bonnie and her. However, after Rose refusal to discuss her sickness with Leila, he was not sure Bonnie was willing to do it. When it came to thing as explaining what would happen good or bad, he was not willing to impose the pressure.
"We will do it together." She emphasized the together and looked at him as if it was so obvious. He shared a silent apology. "Are we doing it tonight? I don't want to stress her; she is supposed to have a fun night with grams." Bonnie looked at him expecting an answer.
"The only thing we are doing tonight is taking a break for parenting activities. We need a night out." he raised a finger to stop her protestation "you owe me after this ambush and you definitely need to relax or your grams will come after me again." She sighed and he knew that he won. He was out of the house before he did anything stupid. She was looking way too attractive.
"You are being overly dramatic Bonnie" Damon sighed, of course she was falling for that little masquerade that Leila put on. The puppy eyes, the little begging. She had used all her ammunition at once. The little princess just used all the tricks of the book and Bonnie was still recovering. It was hard for her to leave her behind while Damon promised a night of full fun.
"I'm not; we should have taken her with us. What will we do if something happens once we leave her alone? She looked so tired and she wasn't happy." Bonnie countered. She was still holding the door of her house and she could hear Leila talking to her grams. Truthfully, there were laughs and it seemed the little girl had already forgotten about them. However, the fast beat of her heart left no place for reasoning, she was extremely anxious. It took her an entire minute to cross that door.
"Does she sound tired to you? That is manipulation. She is going for the weak link, you. She knew you'd give up. And you did" Damon threw his hands in the air. He gave her a stern look, he understood her feeling, but he would not let her do this. This was a night they needed. He wanted to give her a break. She deserved it and after the heavy conversation he just had, I deserve a break too.
"Giving up, I did none of that, if I had given up she will be right here next to me. Have you seen her with those big eyes and her curls? She was begging in silence. Like I am feeling so bad, she could have a fever or anything like that." Damon just rolled his eyes if it was upon her or Leila; they will be attach to each other with an umbilical cord. He wanted to get her to relax and to be prepared for what was to come.
"You did give up; she made you promise that you will be there before she falls asleep. That's before ten. Bonbon 10 pm, your child just gave you a curfew." He laughed and she slapped on his arm. She pouted and then frowned. What was she supposed to do, he wanted to act tough but he was second away to give up too. He wanted to play it tough but he melted when they both looked at him like he hung the moon.
"Damianio don't act like you were not about to quit before we crossed this door. Just another minute, if grams had not pushed us out. You would be reading bedtime story by now." She countered; she was tired of his bullying when he almost fell for the machination too. He raised his eyebrows and she smiled.
"You like it? Finally found one for you and it suits you so much." She smiled proudly and her hands flew to his cheeks, she tapped on them and released his face. She found a nickname for him after he rejected all the previous ones and if he did not want this one too, she still would stick by it. He cocked his head to say something but she glared at him and he knew better. Was it a thing running in the family? She picked it from Sheila obviously the glare of the old lady still terrorized him and now Leila was picking it from her, she was quite good at it too.
"I was not battling the same evil, should I remind you that you were also pouting like a kid in there and giving all kind of look from puppy to less innocent one, if I was weakening it was not for bedtime story. Bed and something else maybe" she stopped on her track and he continued walking. She was getting a bit uncomfortable with his allusions. She was still not over their kiss, she thought that she could sweep it under the rug but he decided to let her not do it. She could not tell if it was innocent or he was heavily pushing for more.
"But here we stand, now get that heavy bottom of yours in this car." He slowly moves his eyes on her ass to emphasize his words. She was mistaking if she assumed that after he made eye contact with her dressed as she was, he would keep that kiss as an isolated event. He was quite willing to act as nothing happened after he kissed her. However, he did not consider the aftermath, it was worse than ever to be so close to her. She just emanated that sensuality, now he could not stop thinking about her lips not that I did not do it before.
"Is it that big?" She twisted in every direction trying to get the right profile. He looked at her butt and wondered if it was a trick question. It is a trick question; she is playing with your mind. Don't answer. He did not answer but he stared a lot, he stared as he did everyday with every inch of her skin. She caught Damon staring and he shamelessly licked his lips after he slowly made eye contact with her.
"Damon? Really? With your daughter just in the next room?" She sassed trying to mask her growing desire too; he was looking extra great today. It seemed he has pulled out all his panoply of Casanova with that dashing dark navy blue suit. He only smirked and gave her a suave look. What was he doing? Okay just need to survive what three hour, hmm definitely Leila should have tagged along. He helped her enter the car.
"Well, I did not asked you to look like a candy and I doubt Leila understand what me staring at your back means or we will have something new to explain." He took his seat behind the wheel and winked at her. Her cheeks turned crimson. Was he tired of the subtle hint? Those hint… just thinking about them made her shiver. He had this manner to wrap his hand around her waist recently that just screamed claim. He would disguise it in something very innocent but she knew better. She also was getting lost into his game. If he stood next to her, her hands always found a way to be in contact with his skin. You are doing it again. She quickly removed her hand from his crow colored hair.
Clearly, he was taking some liberty tonight. She fanned herself with her hand. He grabbed her hand as it was retracting. He was playing with her finger when she was speaking to him. It was his personal favorite. His cobalt eyes would lock her green one, into a very sensual, meaningful staring dance and his hand would find a way to caress her skin, play with her hair. He found it funny to distract her. Don't let him get to you. He is fighting dirty.
"I just feel so bad for leaving her. It won't take an hour to get her ready. Damon" her green eyes appeared greener. Her little warm fingers circled his own. She knew what button to push, with weeks she noticed how it was easy to make him comply with her wish. She did not use it a lot but in extreme situation like this one, she could. She let her finger rest on his hand. She was not falling for this. Nope, she was not going alone anywhere with him looking like walking sex. She needed the ultimate cock blocker, Leila. Leila was ultimately her saving grace; the little girl had a Spidey sense when it comes to her parent. She appeared before thing took a turn for the worse not really the worse but a road straight to complicate.
"Bonnie what's the real problem here? She will be fine with Sheila. You just need to relax." The Italian man tried to rationalize. He interlaced his fingers with hers and kissed their joined hands. He felt her a little bit relax. He knew her so well that it was scary that they had reached that level of intimacy in matters of months. She sighed he was not falling for it and she looked at the house erected in front of her. She knew Sheila was perfectly able to take care of Leila but it was extremely hard to let go of her daughter.
"She won't break just because you are not looking at her. You will find her just alright when you come back rested and relaxed." He continued and kissed her temple. He always did it when he wanted her to let go of her worries. It was a thing Leila did too. It seemed everyone in the Salvatore house thought kisses could cure everything.
"I know but I just want to maximize my time with her until..." she let her sentence linger and just shut down. She did not want to sound greedy. She was grateful that Damon already gave her the chance to get closer to her. How would it sound to complain when later he rightfully takes her away? He kissed her hand again, knowing well where her thoughts were leading. Sheila had given him a clear map on the different doubts and fears that she was battling. The conversation with Sheila was the deciding factor that led him to believe they needed a night as just Bonnie and Damon. The other reasons were simply selfish. They really needed to talk, two adult not confronting their feelings were the recipe for disaster.
"Bonbon, you need to breathe and take it slow. It is all great to take the trophy of mommy of the year, like you are great as a mother even if you are not there every second." He meant everything he said. Once she had stop fighting her instinct at every corner, she had eased into her role. She was definitively more than the friend that she was supposed to be. He could see her hesitation some time but in the overall, she was comfortable.
"However you need time to relax, take care of yourself. That's what we are going to do. Leila will be here as long as you need her to be." He emphasized the last sentence. He knew that was what she wanted to hear. He knew she needed to feel as if the choice belonged to her. He was not planning to have a clean break once Leila was healthy. It was not possible, he could not hurt Bonnie or Leila, they were just so in love with each other.
"Okay we can go but I need a minute." She got down of the car and ran with her heels, which terrified Damon she could have broken a bone. She opened the door, living it wide open. Damon lazily followed her. He found her hugging Leila; she was squeezing the oxygen out of her. She kissed the crown of her head. It took her a minute to be done. They just had few hours before the curfew, woman.
She released the little girl very slowly, "I forgot to hug you when I was leaving. You're going to be good with grams." She said after the little girl offered a surprised expression. Sheila just looked unfazed. This felt more like the first night of a newly mother out. The anxiety and the paranoia, she might have to push her granddaughter out, acting like her grown ass hadn't been a child I took care of.
"But you did, and then you promise that you will back before I go to bed. You promise right?" Leila did not let her excuse slide and she asked with a very inquisitive eyes. She was suspicious. Both her parents looked overdress. They were going to a ball without her. She felt so betrayed. Bonnie had her hair tied in a very high bun. She was wearing make-up, a very bright red lipstick that the little girl found extremely beautiful. Her dress was royal. Leila kissed Bonnie's temple before the young woman straighten. The little girl could feel that her friend was worried.
"When you will comeback, grams and I would have made cookies. Do you want me to make something special?" she asked excited, she already had plenty idea of shape and form. "Grams says you can make anything." the last bit sounded a bit skeptical.
"Are you doubting me little angel, have you done some cookie before?" Sheila rolled her eyes in all playfulness while Leila was still waiting for Bonnie's answer, which she never got because Damon was already ushering Bonnie out of the house.
"You see, she will be just fine."
Crossing grapevines rows with high heels was not something Bonnie wished she could do constantly. She sighed why on earth would he go for this? When he threateningly took her away from her princess and coerced her to dress up, she had hoped for something less rustic. She had thought about a classic four or five stars restaurant not a walk in grapevines. She could barely follow him; her dress was too tight.
Why make the effort if it was to hang out in grapevines? She knew why she made the effort. Well if she stopped pretending, she would admit that she picked one of her most revealing dress because she considered tonight a date night. The dress was not extremely revealing but it had an opening on the back that dipped extremely low and it perfectly hugged her curve. It kept her in the classy side with its knee length and it cream color. The front in the other side was extremely strict with the long sleeves. Therefore, it was not surprising the fascination Damon found with her back.
"I quit, the pain is not worth it." She threw her hand in the air and Damon laughed. She had refused his assistance multiple times but she was right to do so. It seemed helping her had turned in another way to invade her personal space.
"here you go princess bonbon" he said as he easily lifted her from the ground. A oops escape her mouth before her arms surrounded his neck as she searched for stability in his arms.
"This is ridiculous, Damianio. You are being a bit too much. A helping hand will have been enough." She tried to cover her blush with complaints. However, she was pleased to have his arms circling her the way they did. The proximity of their bodies, heat traveled through every pore of her skin. She grasped on his flexing muscle whilst her eyes mused on his profile under the dim lighting of the moon. She felt the need to nest her head on his chest, so she followed her instinct. She let the smell of his fragrance intoxicated her.
He smelled like what she imagined masculinity did. A strong mixed a musk, something earthly, a touch of sophistication, and his personal scent. She raised with the help of her arm on his shoulder to secure a better position and their chest grazed. It was enough to send her heart in wild gallop. The way he carried her bridal style did attract the attention now that they walked out of the grapevines field.
He took his sweet time as he released her. When his touch finally dissipated from her skin after a lingering finger left a burning trail on the soft skin of her back, she breathed.
"Thank you." Her voice sounded frail to herself. She was still recovering from the thoughts that came with the contact. She let her hands linger on the collar of his suit. She rearranged what was already in order and straightened an already well-tied tie. There was no need to say that she wanted to keep her hands away from his skin but she was not willing to terminate the contact between them entirely.
That was what they had been doing this past two weeks after their kiss. Having contact without really being in contact. Leila was a great buffer, when she was there it was easy to function, it was easy to forget about the tension. However, once she was removed of the equation, the attraction between them was excessively potent. Their touches were hesitant or extremely charged with meaning.
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It took time for them to break fully apart but they eventually did. The atmosphere of the place would prove itself a challenge. When finally Bonnie succeeded to unclasped her eyes from the charming appearance of Damon. Her eyes focused on the rustic set up.
It was a small vineyard; the architecture was reminiscent of provincial Spain. The red and orangeade of the bricks contrasted with the vibrant green of the ivy covering them. The roof was made of old tile. Black tulips paved the path toward the main entrance. She doubted the flower naturally grew in this region. However, they added a poetic charm to the place.
There was a beautiful garden surrounding the modest Spanish villa. The color themselves were maintained in the very darken vivid side. It was a beautiful contradiction. The bushes were vividly green and illuminated by dim orange lights that casted colorful shadow on the brick road that parted the different sections of the garden. There were exotic flowers all over the house. From opium poppies to black roses, it was so uncontrolled. Vanilla orchid found the way to float higher than the other plants.
"It is beautiful," she whispered as if her voice would have altered the peace of her surroundings. Damon's hand rested on her back and she leaned in his touch. He helped her way to the vineyard.
The interior found the impossible way to be more fairy than the exterior. It seemed the plants had found their way inside. The seats were sculpted in granite and the softest silk pillows than Bonnie had ever seen covered them. The lights were arranged in the way that imitated the illumination of a Prairie by fireflies. The room was warm and jazz was played in the background.
She wasn't making it out alive. The Smirk he gave her just confirmed her doubt. She was already rambling her mind away while he was listening with a contempt smile. He decided to let her marinate in her emotion. He sat across her and appreciated her beauty under these flattering lights. She needed no enhancer for her beauty; it was just fortuitous that this light let the details come to lights.
The green of her eyes broken as a prism of color. He was taking notice of the underlying tone of gold melting in the dominant forest green. She runs her eyes fast around and she was alter in her motion by his hand gripping on her to calm her. She took a deep breath.
"Is it another of your mother daughter thing? The rambling I mean. You can talk until my ear fall off." She rose her eyebrows offended why was she the one to be blame for everything bad. She shut up so fast that it made him chuckle.
"I did not mean it like that I think you are cute when you talk to hide your stress." He continued and started playing with the palm of her hand. Her heartbeat rose and the skin on the back of her hand shivered.
"I am not stress Damon." She was too quick to dismiss the accusation. Why was she acting all of sudden like a hormonal teenager?
"Then can you stop biting your lower lip because it is all sort of distracting" he teasingly stated and his word made it worse because she accentuated the gesture.
"Okay, have it I am a bit...all right I am extremely stressed right now." She gave up the pretense
"I am flattered I have that type of effect on you." The last part was whispered as the waiter brought the special cru of the vineyard for them and their entree. She surely needed to drink the first glass faster. She gulped the entire content in matter of seconds.
"Well after all the effort you put in it, I don't think you expected me to react in other fashion. This is a trap Mr. Salvatore." She matched his whispering tone. Blessed the wine for the quick boost of courage.
"Obviously it is a trap, which is what I have to go through to get you alone from a second. Now you come in pair." He sounded like a neglected husband for a second and his expression helped to paint him under that light. She let her second hand cross above the table to cover their already intertwined hands.
"Oh I neglected you Damianio, I am so sorry. What I am supposed to do to make all of this right." She raised her hand to smooth the pout on his lips. She really needed to stay away from alcohol.
"Well since we are in the subject" he raised his eyebrows in a very suggestive manner. Half way teasing because he needed to have her relaxed. She smiled naughtily and pushed his hand away. Her smile brightened the entire room. "I guess that is not an option, buzz killer. Why don't you offer me a dance then?" He extended his hand as the first not of a tango hit the air. She hesitantly took his hand.
His hand gracefully found its way on her shoulder and elegantly extended her arm. She was the first one to offer a teasing step. She made a half moon. It must have been the performer inside her. He had such a powerful stature that it was fascinating to look at them. She, grace, elegance personified, and he, charm and seduction embodied in a man.
The cat and mouse game, they started was splendid. His hand guided every of her movement with a fluidity that matched her execution. His fingers sensually grazed the skin of her nape. Her leg taunted his steps. She made some scissor movement and he matched her speed. Her hand ran away from his rough palm to draw the curve of her body for the pleasure of his eyes. He followed the caress of her foot around her calf and leg. Much like the game, they play every day in their lives. It was her running away from his touch while her beauty captivated him.
She swiped the ground with her foot in another half-moon step as he caught her by her twirling arm and stopped her slow motion. His hand clasped on her waist and in a very macho swift pull. She was brought back to his masculine embrace. Their body collided at the apogee of the beat. He lifted her for their grand finale; she let her body ascend through his touch. He maintained her body plastered against his, she snaked her way down his flexed muscle, her breast brushed against his chest.
Her red nail trail from his dark hair to his smooth facial skin and her forehead rested against his forehead. Her lips hang dangerously close to his. They stared in each other eyes intoxicated. The guitar and violin notes synchronized with their erratic heartbeat. In unison with the beat, she drew away from him with a soft rotation. His toes faced her heels. The music ended, she tried to walk away from the dance floor. He stopped her moving silhouette and softly kissed her naked back.
Some claps came from the other clients whom obviously thought they were performers. After all, she was a professional dancer and Damon had his years of ballroom dance's practice, benefit of being a Salvatore. Bonnie shyly walked away.
"You are such a tease; you are setting me up for failure." Damon complained. How was he supposed to play by the rule if she danced like that or just looking at her was enough to set his entire body in flame? She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. Was he kidding? She sipped from her wine and cut a portion of the filet mignon that the waiter brought. She would not say anything. She would not fall for it.
"How am I the tease? You're the one who wanted to dance on a tango. A tango and you put everything in. my skin is still shivering from your touch. My head is still spinning from your languorous stare but I am the tease." She snorted. He smirked mischievously. He loved how under a little alcohol she was so quick to tell her mind. It was her second glass of wine and it was enough to remove just a bit, of her self-monitoring.
"And you want to talk about teasing. You are the one who kissed me and then had the audacity to call it something stupid." She fell for it just like an amateur. She drove the conversation right where he wanted it to be. Stay away from the wine. She told herself as her hand was already bringing the glass to her lips.
"You know I did not mean it like that. Kissing you was everything but stupid. It was impulsive and it was fulfilling a need that has been there since you opened that damn door and told me to get lost." He drunk from his wine glass and put his fork down. He was waiting for her reaction but it took her a minute to come up with nothing. She stared at him, what was she supposed to say? Were they putting everything in the open right now?
"It does not matter, at least not right now with everything. We should not be talking about it. It does not matter." She repeated herself and started looking at her plate. She wanted out; she wanted the narrative changed. Why did her big mouth always do this to her?
"It does matter because the next time I guarantee you it will be more than a kiss. It does matter because it got you hot and bothered. You want to play dumb then I will let you play alone because fact is hiding make it worse. How long until we find ourselves alone? What do you think will happen with all this tension? It does matter." He stated calmly. He needed the truth and the deep of their feeling brought up. She needed to stop playing the ostrich. This silence and pretense made the entire matter worse.
"All right it mattered; okay obviously there is some tension. There is feeling but right now, it can't just happen. We have a daughter in the middle and a very good friendship. Why will you want to risk it all just because you found me attractive?" Leila was her ultimate shield. She knew it would stop everything. However, she was using her daughter to mask other insecurities. Damon was the first person she let in after a long time. She had shut her friends out, she had shut the world out, but here Damon Salvatore had made his own place in her heart. She could not just risk him and her daughter. It was too much; she was barely familiar to the idea of having them.
Leila, grams, and he were her world. They made her feel better and find a sense of stability. Why did he want her to relinquish it?
"I don't simply find you attractive; I wish it was that easy. I am literally falling in love with you and obviously, Leila is my priority too. I am not asking you to jump in arm just because we obviously have strong feeling for each other. I am asking you to acknowledge that and not to try to claw your way out of it. In long term it will hurt us, I don't want to be bitter about it. I want you to know how I feel."
"I am obviously falling too but I have a past record and it is not the best. Of course, I can blame thing on you but right now you are way too precious to me and it is scary enough. I am conscious that I am fighting a losing battle mostly if you decide to apply resistance. I just don't want to lose you, I don't want you to hurt me, and obviously, I don't know how to allow you to love me. So what do we do now that we have talk about it? Does it make it better to know that I am too fucked up to love you?" her voice was heavy and she refused to look at him.
She had her heavy past and she was not done with her healing. She was moving toward a better place in her mind and in her life. She could not see the progress but they were there. She was out there living for the first time in seven years. She was raising a kid; she was falling in love. However, she was too focus on perfection to see the small details.
"Why don't you let it be organic? What don't you give yourself some credit? You love me with honesty and that is a way that I've never been love before. That is not fucked up. I matter to you as much as you matter to me. I am your friend before anything and you're my best friend. In my book, you love me just the right way. You just need to relax and let it be organic right. We don't have to jump right in; all I want is for us to stop the fight. So what do you say?" He extended his hand. He meant every words that left his mind to be materialize by his action. This was not his big love declaration. This was he putting it in the open and telling her. Take your time I have made peace with my feelings and we will follow your pace.
"We will let it be organic but I need a promise that Leila stays a priority and that does not mean I will be in your bed tonight or even will kiss you tomorrow. Organic right." She smiled shyly as she took his hand. She was already going with the flow. What was the matter in taking one more step forward?
"A man can dream but yeah organic."
Late take a break for the cancer tragedy and the heavy chapter. This chapter was just a wink to the fact that there are ordinary people too, they are falling in love, and they need a break. Bless Sheila heart to be that awesome grandmother and great-grandmother. Hope you like this chapter please review, follow, and add to your fav. Kisses until the next chapter.