RANDOM WORD: FANNED
"How did you ever get us this sweet deal?" Caroline Forbes sighed with contentment as she lounged on a beach chair.
"Let's just say no one should bet a witch with an ability for prediction the outcome of a game."
"Seriously? You won this on a bet."
"Oh yeah." Bonnie slid farther under her huge hat. "Hey, I didn't say stop!" She protested as her wind died.
"You have on a hat that's larger than your whole body!"
"Keep fanning Salvatore or you'll be sorry."
Damon held the large fan in his arms and was seemingly weighing the pros and cons of continuing to refuse to fan the girls as they lay on the beach.
Bonnie flipped her hat and sunglasses off so her view of Damon's face was unimpeded. "You are being such a baby! You lost and look at Stefan," she motioned to the younger brother who was happily fanning Elena and laughing as they shared kisses. "He hasn't whined once."
"Well," Damon responded. "Saint Stefan is hitting that every night and you have yet to give me so much as a kind look let alone any sexy times."
"Damon," Bonnie's sudden sultry tone cause his blood to nearly boil. "If you fan us nicely for the rest of the day and don't complain anymore I'll make it more than worth your while."
The impending wind tunnel born of Damon's excitement wasn't exactly what Bonnie had in mind.
REVIEW: OH, I WISH.