51. Games
Damon had always loved to play games. When he was a little child he would try to play all kinds of games with the maids or with his mother. And when Stefan was born he would drag the little child with him and almost force his little brother to join him in his games. After Katherine had turned him the whole business had somehow lost its attraction as he didn't have to fight to win anymore. Of course he always needed to win and he did not give up, but it all wasn't as alluring when it came too easy. But he kept up his habit through the centuries, trying to find somebody he would have to actually work to win against had become his new game. And then, finally when he returned to Mystic Falls, he found his match. He found the one person, he couldn't easily win against. He found the one person that was a challenge to him. He found Mystic Fall's young witch. He found Bonnie Bennett.
At first, their relationship had consisted out of pure hate. Both had tried to kill the other one and it hadn't been rarely for her to give him an aneurysm or for him to slam her against a wall. But somehow, as time passed, they became more of a challenge for the other one. He still did not know when and how it had happened, but they had started provoking each other, but more playful than ever. Then one day they had started to bet against each other. And it had all led up to the bet they were currently in.
Caroline had dropped some side comments in the last few days, about how they were into each other. Both had vehement denied this yet it had turned into the bet. "The one who kisses the other one first looses. Everything is allowed. Winner chooses prize afterwards." Caroline had finally interrupted their fighting about who was in love with the other one.
And so he stood here, in the back alley of the Grille with Bonnie's hand beneath his shirt and her mouth next to his ear. "Come on, you know you want it." She whispered hoarsely. He felt her breath hot against his neck and shiver run down his back. He gulped heavily. Hell, yeah. The little witch was turning him on. The hand beneath his shirt started stroking his abs and the other one played with his hair as she pressed her body closer to him. "Are you going to give up?" She whispered seductively. Her mouth was suddenly close to his lips, too close. Pictures were shooting through his mind. The little witch how she had stepped into the Grille, dressed in a black dress, you could also use as a hair band and some heels, it was a miracle she could walk in them. The little witch how she sat on his lap and leant over the table, making it impossible for him not to look into her cleavage. The little witch flirting with him. The little witch licking her lips seductively. The little witch with her hand beneath his shirt.
"Alright, I give up." He declared. And seconds later his lips were on hers.
Shout-Outs to the non-account-reviewers:
TrisChiba: Thanks for the review. I totally agree, the fighting is their way to show their affection to each other.
Alexis (Chapter 14 & 18): Thanks for the reviews. How doesn't want their own vampire? ;) Somehow they are all really romantic.