A Snapshot in Time
A Very Kennett Christmas
"Just one?"
"No."
"Not even a small one?"
"No."
"You're being unreasonable."
"It's one of the many character traits that you fancy."
Bonnie huffs as she settles back on the sofa. She drapes herself across the arm to look longingly at the stack of presents under the tree. He seats himself next to her, a hand coming out to rest on her leg. She glares at it as if she is going to set it on fire (which, they both know, she can).
"Sometimes I forget how young you are," Kol remarks. "Tonight, I am reminded."
"Everyone is a kid a Christmas," Bonnie tells him. "Even one thousand year old vampires. Actually, you a kid on any given day."
"Hitting below the belt will not get you any closer to opening one of those wrapped packages," Kol says as his fingers trail up her leg. "Though it's cute that you're trying."
"My persistence is one of many character traits that you fancy," Bonnie remarks, though she is fully aware that in the moment she sounds more petulant than persistent. "I've always opened a present on Christmas Eve."
"You know - I have seen many Christmas traditions come and go, and I've never quite understood the allure of opening a present before the actual holiday." He inches closer now and she has it in mind to curl up. Definitely petulant.
"I'll let you open one of yours," Bonnie tells him after a moment's silence.
"I am a patient man," Kol reminds her. Although he doesn't need to - she knows despite what Kol may appear as to some, that when he wants something he can wait it out. She is proof of that.
"It's a special one," she continues, moving so that she is facing him. He merely raises an eyebrow. "It has a big bow on it for you to untie."
"I see no package with a bow on it under the tree." His tone is deliberately dry.
"Because it's not under the tree," she tells him. She then pulls down the collar of her t-shirt so he can see the bright red bra with bow tied neatly at the center.
Kol remains still for a moment. Then in a blink she finds herself thrown over his shoulder, her eyes back on the tree and its many brightly colored presents. "Does this mean I can open one?" She asks, gleefully.
"Yes, but I am opening mine first."