Fic Title: "Dead Heat" & "Into the Light of the Dark Black Night"
Link: Dead Heat and Into the Light of the Dark Black Night
Rating/Warning(s): PG and PG-13, respectively
Genre: Future fic, romance, darkness?
Why This Must Be Read: These two Damon/Bonnie fics are written wonderfully, exploring the chemistry between Damon and Bonnie that's hard to deny - as much as Bonnie herself might try. Great, pitch-perfect voices and the mannerisms of both characters and their interaction leaves me wanting more from this author, because she's got these two nailed perfectly.
"And then I'll set you on fire. I lit a house full of candles without thinking about it… don't think I can't light you up, too." And despite the bravado in her words, she feels every muscle in her body tense, ready to jump back if he lunges at her.
He doesn't. Instead, he reaches for her hand, grasps it so fast that she doesn't even see it. All she registers is his long, slender fingers…fingers that have bruised skin, broken bones… closing around her wrist and lifting it up. "Oh, you've got me lit up, sweetheart. Don't doubt that," he chuckles, thumb stroking across her pulse. He tilts his head, studying her intently, so intently that she almost wants to kick him again. "You're like… you're like this tiny, ineffectual kitten. You know that? Swiping at me with your little claws. It's… cute. And, dare I say, even a little arousing."
"You're disgusting," she spits, trying to jerk out of his grasp. Only she can't, because he's too strong. Like she might pull away, but she'd leave her hand behind. "I don't know why Stefan hasn't killed you. I don't get why he lets you stay in Mystic Falls."
"No one 'lets' me do anything," he assures with a wolfish smile. "I do whatever I want. And my dear baby brother hasn't killed me for one simple reason: He loves me. I'm kind of irresistible that way." His grin, so gorgeous and model-perfect, makes it easy to believe his innocent, whimsical tone: How could you not love someone with this face? But Bonnie knows better; Stefan might love him, but it's tied up in all kinds of hate. And fear. And mistrust.
She understands that, because on some level it's how they all feel about Damon. Zach, who calls him "Uncle," when he'd rather just see him dead and buried the Salvatore family plot. Elena, who tries not to act like her love life is an episode of Gossip Girl, and even Matt. Damon's their leader, and their Hell. "You're not as irresistible as you think, Damon," she assures, glaring pointedly down at where his hand still encircles her wrist. "And you can let go."
"I *can* let you go," he agrees, amiably. "But I don't think I will."