Damon leaned forward, a strand of night black hair fell into one of his
eyes. "Aren't you even going to say hello? Where are your manners dear
Bonnie?" His voice was velvety and soft like the brush of fingers against
silk.
It took another moment for her to catch her breath, her fingers twitched wanting to brush the strand from his eyes. She balled her fingers into fists and clamped them to her sides.
"I don't know what to say." Bonnie tried to keep control of her wavering, nervous voice.
"Don't say anything then." Damon grinned, one of his lightening quick grins and slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. "Don't be afraid. I told you that before." Damon said softly as she instantly stiffened.
Bonnie couldn't look away, her eyes were locked with his and she felt herself becoming weaker. She got a brief flashback of Vickie Bennett's house when Damon said those words to her.
She hadn't had the strength then to say anything but now she murmured, "Elena wouldn't like it. She'll know." Bonnie whispered.
Bonnie felt him stiffen and Damon's black eyes flashed. For a moment she thought he was going to push her away but then he lowered his head to her throat. She felt his lips on her neck and a sharp little sting but then that subsided and she felt like she was floating. She relaxed more, leaning against Damon's supporting arms.
She realized his shields were down, and her psychic powers were picking up his thoughts, He's thinking of Elena. It's dark, but he's in a room. Elena's room and Elena's there….They're standing close, his arms are around her. But they're not standing anymore….Two of them, together, on a bed, clothing sprawled on the floor….
Before Bonnie could get anything else, his shields flew back up. She felt Damon lift his head. He released her. She still felt groggy. She opened her eyes slowly, but Damon was not there. She then realized she was not standing anymore, nor was she outside.
She looked around hazily. I'm on a couch. Her vision cleared and she remembered she was in Elena's living room. But how had she got there?
Before she could think anymore she remembered something else. Damon's thoughts.
It took another moment for her to catch her breath, her fingers twitched wanting to brush the strand from his eyes. She balled her fingers into fists and clamped them to her sides.
"I don't know what to say." Bonnie tried to keep control of her wavering, nervous voice.
"Don't say anything then." Damon grinned, one of his lightening quick grins and slipped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer. "Don't be afraid. I told you that before." Damon said softly as she instantly stiffened.
Bonnie couldn't look away, her eyes were locked with his and she felt herself becoming weaker. She got a brief flashback of Vickie Bennett's house when Damon said those words to her.
She hadn't had the strength then to say anything but now she murmured, "Elena wouldn't like it. She'll know." Bonnie whispered.
Bonnie felt him stiffen and Damon's black eyes flashed. For a moment she thought he was going to push her away but then he lowered his head to her throat. She felt his lips on her neck and a sharp little sting but then that subsided and she felt like she was floating. She relaxed more, leaning against Damon's supporting arms.
She realized his shields were down, and her psychic powers were picking up his thoughts, He's thinking of Elena. It's dark, but he's in a room. Elena's room and Elena's there….They're standing close, his arms are around her. But they're not standing anymore….Two of them, together, on a bed, clothing sprawled on the floor….
Before Bonnie could get anything else, his shields flew back up. She felt Damon lift his head. He released her. She still felt groggy. She opened her eyes slowly, but Damon was not there. She then realized she was not standing anymore, nor was she outside.
She looked around hazily. I'm on a couch. Her vision cleared and she remembered she was in Elena's living room. But how had she got there?
Before she could think anymore she remembered something else. Damon's thoughts.