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Game Night
"Left hand blue," Caroline chirped.
She was perched on the sofa, cuddled up to Stefan.
Barf.
Why was he here again?
Here. As in crowded in his brothers girlfriends living room with a half a dozen yahoos. Beer cans floated in an icy tub. Bowls filled with salty snacks crowded the coffee table. Spinners, cards, and dice were strewn about the room.
Fucking game night.
Damon sulked in the corner, sipping from his can.
He suppressed a grimace as the bitter liquid hit his tongue. Gods, he would kill for a bourbon right about now.
This is game night, not a rendezvous with one of your call girls. Stefan had warned him before this engaging evening had commenced.
Damon snorted. His little brother wasn't fooling anyone. He eyed the younger Salvatore as Stefan's hand crept up Caroline's thigh.
Stefan's emerald eyes gave an impressive facade of enthusiasm, even as his knuckles rubbed circles into her soft flesh. Damon surpassed an eye roll, catching the tell tale signs of a man hoping to get lucky at the end of the night.
Stefan was familiar enough with women, having had a handful of relationships. However, the incomparable Caroline Forbes seemed to have caught his eye.
Damon gave her a cursory glance. With her flaxen curls, sparkling blue eyes and porcelain skin, Caroline was a beauty there was no denying it.
Just not the one for you.
He snorted at the very idea of Caroline Forbes.
The idea of her, wrapped in her cashmere sweater the color of creme had him nearly in stitches. Dragging him to shoe sales, pitching her reports to him before a big story, cuddling by the fire.
Stefan was perfect for her.
The undisputed golden boy. Top of his class at Dartmouth. Promising new intern at the non profit office downtown. Make that paid intern.
Stefan had majored in Environmental Studies, with an emphasis on botany. He was going to save the world, one fern at a time.
Damon caught his brothers eye again, and raised his beer in a mock salute. Stefan arched an eyebrow.
Damon turned away, a small smile tugging at his lips for an instant.
Yes, Stefan was the perfect boyfriend. Even if he did want to get lucky with his girl. A man was a man.
Damon's thoughts darkened. What was he then?
He found himself crushing the beer can between whitened knuckles. Did he truly envy his younger brother?
Hot shame washed through him and he battered it back, stalking through the house.
Ridiculous.
He prowled passed the various groups in the midst of dice rolling, drawing cards, betting.
It was all so trivial.
He tossed his can into the bin, hearing it clank with the already growing pile. Perhaps a change of scenery would lighten his mood.
Ambling out the back door of the kitchen, Damon started down the stairs.
The hint of Fall tingled in his nose, with the scent of smoke and cedar wood. A bonfire crackled merrily against the cool, crisp air.
Laughter bubbled over the flames, loud and unabashed.
He found himself glancing up, despite himself.
A voice floated over the flames, tinged with laughter and mirth. A woman's voice.
"Hah! Pay up," she crowed.
He found himself crossing the yard, through the shimmering grass and towards the glow of the fire.
She was there, around the wavering flames of the fire, perched unassuming on a lawn chair.
Dark mahogany hair fell in soft waves over olive skin. She was playing cards with two others, a young woman and her partner. Not that Damon could give a damn about the other two.
She was winning by the looks of things. She snatched her drink up, and took a celebratory sip, the cup angling against her rosebud colored lips.
He caught a glimmer of her eyes, deep chocolate brown, brimming with the bold glaze of someone who had won the round.
The other two were grumbling and shoved their cards back into the pile to be reshuffled. A small handful of crumpled bills sat in the center of their circle.
Well. Well.
She took the cards and reshuffled them between nimble fingers. Brilliant aubergine colored her nails. A sharp contrast to the French Manicures he had seen lately.
Instead of silk, Chiffon, and sky high heels, his eyes roamed over dark wash jeans that encompassed sharply thighs. A burgundy Henley clung to her athletic frame. Sturdy boots capped off her look.
He circled the fire slowly, his eyes encompassing every detail about the girl playing cards.
The dark curve of her lashes that fluttered when she laughed. Her nose, crinkling up at something said, a joke perhaps. How she threw her head back, laughter spilling from her mouth.
Those lips.
He found himself shadowing their little group. A predator stalking them around the brilliant burn of flames.
He would have laughed, had it not been for the slow smolder that egnighted in his chest. It licked at his heart, fiery and hopeful. He started, completely unprepared for this emotion that stirred thick and hot, sending his heart into a frenzy.
What the hell was wrong with him?
He chanced another look from his spot on the patio, just out of their line of sight. The flames hiding him in their fiery blaze.
The couple had left. She was alone.
Almost of his own accord, he found himself approaching her. The glow cast by the fire fell across her face, and she looked up.
Heat, blazing and merciless bloomed in his chest, licking fire in his veins until he was left silently gasping.
Those eyes captured his, caging him. What was this?
In the few seconds it took him to approach her, he found himself captivated by every detail of her.
The gentle hollow of her throat where he could see her pulse beating frantically. Fire ached in his throat. He pushed it back, already an afterthought. The glint of silver hanging around her neck caught his eye. The intricate detail of the soft lace on her shirt. The way the soft glow of the fire washed over her skin.
She caught him in her gaze, and her mouth curved up in a small smile.
Then he was there, by her side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She was snarky, and bold, yet soft and kind. Everything he never knew he needed.
Time passed, how much he did not know. It didn't really matter. He found himself opening up in her presence. Those very eyes that captivated him, so full of life. A life he suddenly found himself irrevocably apart of.
Her lips parted, and she smiled, fire glinting in her eyes.
"Ante up."
Fuck it.
Damon folded.
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