Author: I had some fun with this one! Christmas themed.
A Snapshot in Time
Pairing:Damon/Bonnie
Inspired by: Candy Canes
He is going to murder someone.
He has justifiable cause.
Damon shifts on the leather chair, willing his eyes to stay trained straight ahead but in the end they wander.
To her.
Bonnie is stretched on the couch, a book in her lap. Somewhere in the months following her resurrection she has taken to wearing shorts, tank tops, cute little dresses that show off curves and skin. She has a haircut that frames her face, draws attention to her features and bounces when she walks.
He isn't remotely okay with any of this.
Today she is wearing a skirt. He supposes it is meant to fall to the knee but given her position it has inched up a little too high for his liking (or maybe it is to his liking). Her top is some clingy patterned thing that molds perfectly to the swell of her breasts. He has to tell himself repeatedly not to get caught up in tracing the line with his eyes. Of course then he finds himself staring at her legs instead. Miles of exposed skin from the bottom of her skirt to the top of the boots that encase her calves. He would tell her to take her footwear off his couch but that would prove that he has been paying attention to her. He is not at all ready to out himself just yet.
If it were just the outfit and her current position he would be fine. Over the past few weeks (months), he has become proficient in shoving aside growing need and outright lust. He manages to portray a tone of snarky disinterest as she flounces around his home (visiting Jeremy, maintaining whatever quasi relationship they have fallen into since she came back).
But no, it isn't just the tight top and the fact that her skirt is hiked too high.
It's the goddamn candy cane.
Despite knowing better, Damon's eyes travel upward, gracing over her thighs and the curve of her breasts, before falling to that red and white striped confection that is proving to be his downfall. At the moment she is twirling it casually between her fingers as her eyes scan the book (something from his library, taken without permission of course). He can see now that the colors at the end are blended together, proof that she has been enjoying it for some time. He follows its path as she brings it to her mouth, slipping it between lips that are already slightly sticky.
Yes, he is going to kill whoever handed it to her. They have it coming.
Her index finger is curved around the hooked end of the candy cane and she is sliding the thing around between her teeth with little thought to effect on the vampire next to her (or maybe she knows, maybe she knows damn well what she is doing - he has considered that as of late, that she is on to him and is now determined to punish him for it). She never bites down. Oh no, instead she suckles the cursed thing until he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. If he is as wise as he pretends to be he would just get up and leave.
Instead he prolongs the torture.
When it falls from her mouth, momentarily forgotten, her tongue darts out to trace across her button lip. Her mouth will taste of peppermint if he kisses her now. Peppermint and something that he suspects is uniquely Bonnie. His eyes close.
When they open again (because he dare not leave them closed for too long for fear that she will catch him daydreaming), she is at it again. Her mouth has formed a perfect little circle around the hard candy and he wants to scoff at how obscene the display really is (she has to know, right?).
She shifts, swinging her legs over the edge of the couch. For a brief second he swears he sees a scrap of black lace between them but then her skirt is falling as she stands. For the first time she eyes him (almost as if she has just noticed his presence). The candy cane is pulled from her mouth. "Hope you don't mind but I found this in the kitchen and I couldn't resist."
He manages something akin to a smile. "Sure, help yourself, Judgy."
She smiles and then flounces off. As soon as she is out of earshot he groans, both with pent up feelings and the realization that he is the one who brought the cursed items into the house.
He should stake himself on principle.