Chapter Two
As Damon watched the guy lead Bonnie around the circle, he almost laughed out loud at the way he almost tripped her. 'And I thought Bonnie was clumsy. You break it you bought it buddy.' For some reason the image of the blue eye stranger with his arm around Bonnie was unnerving and as the song changed and the guy brought Bonnie closer Damon stepped forward. Bowing to the couple he extended his hand towards Bonnie, "Mind if I cut in?" Shrugging the guy looked from Bonnie to Damon and stepped away. Looking down into her eyes he noticed how breathless she was from the dancing and wondered if she wanted to sit this one out. "Do you just want to watch the others dance?" He asked her softly, loathing the concern that was evident in his voice. Shaking her head she grinned. "Nah, let's show them how it's done." Damon's mouth quirked into a half smile and turning her in his arms he pressed her up against his back and followed the line.
"It's like line dancing, only with Irish music." Bonnie mused out loud as Damon passed her to another person then with a slight turn in step to the music came back to him. With their hands clasped they finished the rest of the dance in silence and when the song was done bowed to each other before stepping away from the makeshift dance floor. "So twinkle toes, did you get enough dancing?" His voice was teasing as he linked his arm through hers and led her away from the dance floor. "Maybe we can do it again later." Her voice was cheerful as the headed toward the list field full of fighters in both armor and fencing gear. Damon suppressed the urge to groan as he thought about more dancing. 'Oh please no more dancing.' He pleaded silently then checked himself, it wasn't like him to plead for anything. His eyes traveled over the fighting field taking in the fighters with rapiers. Scoffing at one of the fighter's techniques he shook his head. "He's got it all wrong."
Shrugging Bonnie looked from Damon to the rapier fighters. "Why don't you show them the proper way to weld a sword." The statement was lacking in sarcasm and stopping Damon gave Bonnie a curious look. "Do you really want me to go out there and fight." Giggling Bonnie poked him in his velvet clad stomach and looked up at him. "What's the matter? Scared their going to kick your ass?" His eyes darkened at the challenge and turning away he nodded to a man standing close. "Hey, do you mind if I use your rapier for just a minute?" With a shake of his head the man dressed in cloths similar to Damon's handed him his sword. Turning around he looked down at Bonnie and gave her a menacing smile. "I'll do this but what do I get in return for entertaining you?"
Blushing Bonnie turned away only to have Damon step back into her line of vision. "Why Bonnie.. are you scared?" With a short bark of laughter Damon turned away and stepped on to the fighting field, rapier in hand. A man welding a long black and yellow stripped pole beckoned him over. He insisted Damon wear a fencing mask but with one look from Damon he stepped away. Bowing to his opponent then to the supposed royalty of the festival he was required to bow to the one who's heart he fought for. 'Ah, this chivalry crap can get really demanding at times.' With a smile he turned and bowed to Bonnie, his eyes holding hers as he stood back up then once more bowed to his opponent before taking his fighting stance.
End of Chapter 2
(ok.. so will Damon win, or will he get his spiffy clad butt handed to him? You'll just have to wait and find out now won't you. I know the chapters are short but it's easier this way. Like always, comments are welcomed.)
As Damon watched the guy lead Bonnie around the circle, he almost laughed out loud at the way he almost tripped her. 'And I thought Bonnie was clumsy. You break it you bought it buddy.' For some reason the image of the blue eye stranger with his arm around Bonnie was unnerving and as the song changed and the guy brought Bonnie closer Damon stepped forward. Bowing to the couple he extended his hand towards Bonnie, "Mind if I cut in?" Shrugging the guy looked from Bonnie to Damon and stepped away. Looking down into her eyes he noticed how breathless she was from the dancing and wondered if she wanted to sit this one out. "Do you just want to watch the others dance?" He asked her softly, loathing the concern that was evident in his voice. Shaking her head she grinned. "Nah, let's show them how it's done." Damon's mouth quirked into a half smile and turning her in his arms he pressed her up against his back and followed the line.
"It's like line dancing, only with Irish music." Bonnie mused out loud as Damon passed her to another person then with a slight turn in step to the music came back to him. With their hands clasped they finished the rest of the dance in silence and when the song was done bowed to each other before stepping away from the makeshift dance floor. "So twinkle toes, did you get enough dancing?" His voice was teasing as he linked his arm through hers and led her away from the dance floor. "Maybe we can do it again later." Her voice was cheerful as the headed toward the list field full of fighters in both armor and fencing gear. Damon suppressed the urge to groan as he thought about more dancing. 'Oh please no more dancing.' He pleaded silently then checked himself, it wasn't like him to plead for anything. His eyes traveled over the fighting field taking in the fighters with rapiers. Scoffing at one of the fighter's techniques he shook his head. "He's got it all wrong."
Shrugging Bonnie looked from Damon to the rapier fighters. "Why don't you show them the proper way to weld a sword." The statement was lacking in sarcasm and stopping Damon gave Bonnie a curious look. "Do you really want me to go out there and fight." Giggling Bonnie poked him in his velvet clad stomach and looked up at him. "What's the matter? Scared their going to kick your ass?" His eyes darkened at the challenge and turning away he nodded to a man standing close. "Hey, do you mind if I use your rapier for just a minute?" With a shake of his head the man dressed in cloths similar to Damon's handed him his sword. Turning around he looked down at Bonnie and gave her a menacing smile. "I'll do this but what do I get in return for entertaining you?"
Blushing Bonnie turned away only to have Damon step back into her line of vision. "Why Bonnie.. are you scared?" With a short bark of laughter Damon turned away and stepped on to the fighting field, rapier in hand. A man welding a long black and yellow stripped pole beckoned him over. He insisted Damon wear a fencing mask but with one look from Damon he stepped away. Bowing to his opponent then to the supposed royalty of the festival he was required to bow to the one who's heart he fought for. 'Ah, this chivalry crap can get really demanding at times.' With a smile he turned and bowed to Bonnie, his eyes holding hers as he stood back up then once more bowed to his opponent before taking his fighting stance.
End of Chapter 2
(ok.. so will Damon win, or will he get his spiffy clad butt handed to him? You'll just have to wait and find out now won't you. I know the chapters are short but it's easier this way. Like always, comments are welcomed.)