~ All Motion is Pantomime ~
Staring through the window at the bloody mess of Vickie's room, Bonnie found herself unconsciously reaching for Damon. Before she even realized what she was doing, her fingers were plucking nervously at his sleeve.
She didn't know what she was expecting from him.
Bonnie froze as his gaze swept over her. His expression remained still other than the slight raising of one eyebrow. She shuddered and let her hand fall back to her side.
Before it could complete its arc, however, Damon caught her hand in his. She glanced down and nearly blushed at the sight of her own hand enfolded within those long, elegant fingers of his.
He rubbed his thumb soothingly over the pulse point at her wrist. This action had the opposite effect than intended, although caused by an entirely different emotion. Her fear - and, for that matter, anything about their surroundings or the situation at hand - had completely disappeared from her awareness the moment his fingers had made contact with her skin.
~end~