A/N:

So I had a daydream about Bamon on my drive home from work today and had to put all my thoughts down on paper, so to speak. I missed them so much! It was so nice to revisit this story again. This is a brief drabble, but definitely adds to the story in sequential order of events. *sigh* if only the "Other Side" was really this romantic of a love story. Domestic bliss. If you read this, I hope it gives you comfort. Happy Holidays! And thank you all so much for reading my story. (until next time?...) xx – Katie.

As the sunny afternoon fell upon Mystic Falls, the Salvatore boarding house lay peacefully still.

Bonnie had just finished placing a second homemade pie in the oven, dusting her flour covered hands on her tattered blue jeans. She took a deep breath and nodded as she observed her masterpiece of an apple pie beginning to bake. It was something she had been determined to complete all week, yet never had the time until this particular morning. After practicing a successful bit of magic, she finally remembered the recipes she created years ago during a holiday break. She smiled at the cherry pie cooling on the counter.

A soft melody caught her ear as it drifted through the air from the stereo she popped a cassette into earlier that day, playing from its perch by an open window.

A breeze wafted through the kitchen, tickling her bare arms. She fiddled with the buttons on her ruffled purple blouse, turning face forward into the wind.

Unbeknownst to her, Damon had quickly stalked his way through the living room and was close to rounding the corner to enter the kitchen, yet held back to take in the sight of the woman in front of him.

She appeared to be sharing a quiet moment with herself and the world around her. Damon hadn't realized she was working diligently in the kitchen that afternoon until he caught a wiff of what was cooking. The scent of her skin mixed with the aroma of baked goods was intoxicating, nearly stifling Damon's senses and automatically drawing him toward her.

She wore a serene expression as she splayed her palms on the countertop, her eyes fluttering closed as a gust of wind made her hair dance around her face. She appeared so calm and at peace with herself, that Damon swore they couldn't possibly be trapped in a prison world. By her mere existence, the universe should be set right again.

She remained blissfully unaware of his presence, which gave Damon the opportunity to use his vampiric stealth to sneak up behind her. His hands didn't hesitate to teasingly tickle her sides, causing Bonnie to widen her eyes with a pleasant smile bursting onto her face. He then wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a snug cocoon, his head resting on her shoulder.

His touch made Bonnie's muscles unwind instantly, and she let a content sigh escape her lips as she leaned into him.

Their bodies began to sway to the rhythm of the music as they silently held each other, gazing out the window onto the lawn. Bonnie was glad to see that Damon had come home after doing errands earlier that day, which caused him to skip an early morning meal with her, which went against their normal morning routine they had created long ago. Not that they hadn't ever parted to do errands, but they hadn't usually ever not shared breakfast together. They had even done that in the very beginning of the whole debacle that was the 'Other Side'. Nowadays, it was so different and new between them, and she found it comforting whenever she was in his embrace. It was just- nice to be held by him in moments like this. It didn't feel like a prison. It felt like home.

Damon angled his head to catch a glimpse of her face and she couldn't help but laugh as his cheek brushed against hers.

As she giggled, Damon stepped back and lightly took hold of her fingers, twirling her to face him. She gave him a mischievous squint as he comically bowed to her before pulling her close into a dancing position. His left hand lay on her waist while the other held her free palm, her available arm looping around his neck. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at his dramatics, but relented, as they slow danced around the kitchen.

Damon had watched a scene from a movie similar to what they were demonstrating now, and he had been hooked on it ever since. At first, Bonnie thought he was just using it as a tactic to annoy her. Which had been briefly true. But as the days wore on, it had turned into almost a daily ritual. Admittedly, she loved it.

Damon appeared to discern that, as he observed her with an amused glint in his eye, causing Bonnie's cheeks to flush as she cast her eyes away to avoid his stare- which almost always affected her to her core.

It donned on her, he had given her a similar look nearly two days prior…

The pair had just finished dinner and were taking a nightly stroll as their food settled. Bonnie had consumed a couple glasses of wine and was nearly giddy as she gestured wildly, re-telling a story of her childhood with a huge grin. Damon quietly studied her, his icy blue eyes trailing back and forth between her eyes and her mouth- unable to decide where to land. The edge of his lips quirked into a smirk when she realized she was incessantly rambling, her speech coming to an embarrassing halt, her feet tripping over each other.

Instinctively she reached out and clasped his hand to break her fall, her breath hitching in her throat.

He caught her swiftly without much effort and squeezed her hand to help her brace and regain her balance, his arm slipping around her torso.

She sputtered apologies, her heart thudding in her ears. She quickly released him and backed away, crossing her arms defensively. She shrugged at her clumsiness.

Damon only laughed and shook his head at her behavior. She felt her stomach turning circles, unsure whether it was the alcohol or her rampant emotions towards him that continued to plague her.

Only a minute later did Damon, himself, reach out and reclaim the hand he briefly held only moments before. Bonnie's eyes widened at the contact between them, almost acting as an electrical current. Her mouth parted as if she wanted to say something.

Damon didn't give her the chance as he went into his own story of his childhood, their fingers laced together as their arms swung between them in synchronicity with their steps.

She felt her heartrate level as a smile graced her face…

The sound of his syrupy smooth voice coaxed her back into reality, his breath hot on her ear.

"Bonnie…" he whispered, amusement and huskiness laced within his tone.

"Damon?" she playfully countered. Her hand subconsciously gripped his shoulder.

He didn't respond as they continued to turn in circles around the room.

Wordlessly, the hand that was now spread across the small of her back, pressed her closer. Bonnie couldn't help the breath that left her throat. Damon wasn't shy about when and how he wanted to touch her anymore. The recurring displays of affection should no longer be surprising, but yet, she felt as fragile as a flower. His advances truthfully weren't sexual- more methodical than anything.

His face turned inward until the pair was practically nose to nose. He softly placed his forehead on hers.

Bonnie was painfully aware of how close their lips were, and she couldn't help but hyper-focus on his mouth, admiring the curve of his cupids bow.

He appeared to be inspecting her lips just the same, as their dancing nearly stilled in one fell swoop.

She could tell Damon was inching his mouth closer, narrowing the distance to mere centimeters.

"Damon…" she breathed, hesitantly nibbling her lower lip.

It took him almost a minute to respond. "Hm?" he mumbled.

"Don't "hmph" me," she quietly retorted, pulling back and placing both hands on his shoulders. "You know we talked about this…"

Damon ran his tongue over his startlingly white teeth and nodded, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Yeah. We did."

She felt him grip her waist tighter, almost as if he feared she planned on running away.

Bonnie had no intention of that.

She sighed and stepped forward, taking his face into her hands. She briefly marveled at the poreless texture of his skin, and the depth of pigment in his raven hair. His skeptical blue eyes melted into the chocolate orbs of her own. She smiled.

I'm in love with a vampire, she chuckled to herself.

"You still have a choice to make when we go home," she gently announced, her thumb stroking his cheek. Her chest tightened as she spoke the words aloud, though she knew it to be the truth.

Damon's eyes briefly flashed in irritation, but then resolved themselves, as a melancholy look overtook his features.

He roughly covered her hands on his face with his own, and squeezed them.

"Bonnie…" he hoarsely spoke. "You know who I chose. I think you've known for a long time now."

Bonnie recalled the conversation he was referring to, after he admitted he had a 'vivid' dream about her.

"That was just a dream, Damon," she countered, continuing to caress his cheek. "We eventually have to go back to the real world. I know I've said that a million times, but we live in a bubble right now. It'll be different there, even if you don't realize it. People will need explanations…"

"Then I'll explain," he deadpanned. "I'll explain it to all of them. I'll sit down and explain it to Elena. Hell, I can even make a damn PowerPoint presentation!"

The force of his response caused Bonnie to instantly be drawn to stare at his mouth again, and her stomach turned to knots. She vaguely heard herself laugh.

"Now you're just being ridiculous!"

Damon ignored her comment and drug her palm to his lips, placing a kiss on the center.

A chill raced up her spine.

"If it wasn't already obvious," he began, his voice low. "I choose you. I choose you, Bonnie. And I'm pretty sure you choose me too."

Damon showed her other palm equal respect and kissed the center as well.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm out of line and I won't speak about it ever again," he said.

Bonnie's head was swimming with emotions and she etched her brows together, nibbling at her lower lip once more.

Damon inched closer.

"Tell me," he whispered.

Without regard, Bonnie slipped out of his grasp and again took hold of his face, desperately pressing her lips to his own.

She couldn't help a satisfied moan that fell from her lips as he intensified the kiss, his slender hands combing through her hair.

They hadn't kissed in so long, and admittedly, Bonnie found their current proximity dizzying.

"I can't, Damon," came her breathless voice as their mouths briefly parted for air.

"What?" he mumbled, quickly stealing another kiss.

She smiled as her arms looped around his neck, her feet standing on tip toes. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, breathing his scent in deeply.

"I can't tell you you're wrong," she whispered. "I just- can't."

Damon took only a moment to register her response and return the hug, holding back the strength in which he wanted to reciprocate with. He merely held her close and placed a kiss on her head.

"Good. I'm glad," he said, his lip curling into a smile. "I mean, it's only taken us months to be completely honest with each other."

She nodded, letting her barefoot feet lay flat on the floor as she gazed up at him.

She still couldn't believe how she saw him in such a different light after all this time.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and smirked, shaking his head as if to clear a humorous thought.

"What?" she grinned, poking him on the chest. "What's so funny?"

She noticed their embrace had wrinkled the denim material of his shirt, and her fingers sought to smooth rough edges of the fabric.

He watched her ministrations with interest and licked his lips, shaking his head once again.

She gave a faux frown and rubbed his arm, her fingers lazily trailing down until they hooked on his own.

"Come on, Damon! Please. What's got you so flustered, hm?"

He blinked a couple times before his eyes settled on hers. She felt that familiar feeling of her stomach twisting into knots the longer he stared. He couldn't conceal a smile.

"I can't believe I fell in love with a witch."

xxx