DRABBLE: Stakeout
Title: Stakeout
Prompt: from eenaangel-- Bonnie/Damon, We are suffering from too much sarcasm
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG
Word Count: 315
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Damon Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes; slight Damon/Bonnie
Summary: post-S2; For Bonnie and Damon, a stakeout is as much about banter as it is keeping an eye out.
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of the CW/L.J. Smith. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue.
Notes: Written for onelastfic's TVD comment ficathon.
(pimped to damonandbonnie, tvd_women, thewitchgoddess and vdiaries_fanfic)
Damon leaned back against the passenger seat of Bonnie Bennett's Prius and sighed dramatically. "This is stupid." He looked at the driver. "They're not coming back."
Her gaze remained resolutely pointed forward as she scowled. "You're stupid."
"Wow," Damon's eyes were comically wide, "that's your comeback?"
Slumping forward, Bonnie glowered at him. "Shut up, I'm tired."
Brows raised pointedly, he gestured toward the steering wheel. "Then let's go already!"
Bonnie scoffed as she returned to her previous position.
"What?" Damon asked in his best impression of innocent. "Loathe to lose my company?" He preened a bit. "Understandable."
"Please."
Damon smiled devilishly. "Your lips say no, but your insistence to stay says yes."
Bonnie turned briefly to shoot a disgusted look toward Damon. "Jesus, could your ego be any bigger?"
There was a shit eating grin on his face. "You know, that's not the only thing--"
"Oh my God," Bonnie dropped her head into her hands, "is anyone in more hell than me right now?"
Caroline chose that moment to interject, piping up from the backseat. "Yes! Me!"
Both Bonnie and Damon turned over their shoulders to frown at her in a movement that was eerie for how much each mirrored the other.
Shrinking back, Caroline shrugged. "Just-- could you guys cool it with the sarcasm?" And the sexual tension, she didn't add. (Because, contrary to popular belief, she wasn't an idiot.)
Damon let out an annoyed puff of air and returned to ignoring her. Bonnie at least offered an apologetic look before doing the same.
Silence reigned for an indeterminate amount of time.
It was, of course, Damon who broke it again. "So, little Bennett witch, how much longer--?"
"Damon," Bonnie's tone was long-suffering, "I swear on all that is holy, when we get out of this I will set you on fire."
Snorting, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Promises, promises."
Prompt: from eenaangel-- Bonnie/Damon, We are suffering from too much sarcasm
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Rating: PG
Word Count: 315
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Damon Salvatore, Bonnie Bennett, Caroline Forbes; slight Damon/Bonnie
Summary: post-S2; For Bonnie and Damon, a stakeout is as much about banter as it is keeping an eye out.
Disclaimer: Characters mentioned are used without permission and are trademarks of the CW/L.J. Smith. I do not own them and am simply borrowing for my purposes. Please don't sue.
Notes: Written for onelastfic's TVD comment ficathon.
(pimped to damonandbonnie, tvd_women, thewitchgoddess and vdiaries_fanfic)
Damon leaned back against the passenger seat of Bonnie Bennett's Prius and sighed dramatically. "This is stupid." He looked at the driver. "They're not coming back."
Her gaze remained resolutely pointed forward as she scowled. "You're stupid."
"Wow," Damon's eyes were comically wide, "that's your comeback?"
Slumping forward, Bonnie glowered at him. "Shut up, I'm tired."
Brows raised pointedly, he gestured toward the steering wheel. "Then let's go already!"
Bonnie scoffed as she returned to her previous position.
"What?" Damon asked in his best impression of innocent. "Loathe to lose my company?" He preened a bit. "Understandable."
"Please."
Damon smiled devilishly. "Your lips say no, but your insistence to stay says yes."
Bonnie turned briefly to shoot a disgusted look toward Damon. "Jesus, could your ego be any bigger?"
There was a shit eating grin on his face. "You know, that's not the only thing--"
"Oh my God," Bonnie dropped her head into her hands, "is anyone in more hell than me right now?"
Caroline chose that moment to interject, piping up from the backseat. "Yes! Me!"
Both Bonnie and Damon turned over their shoulders to frown at her in a movement that was eerie for how much each mirrored the other.
Shrinking back, Caroline shrugged. "Just-- could you guys cool it with the sarcasm?" And the sexual tension, she didn't add. (Because, contrary to popular belief, she wasn't an idiot.)
Damon let out an annoyed puff of air and returned to ignoring her. Bonnie at least offered an apologetic look before doing the same.
Silence reigned for an indeterminate amount of time.
It was, of course, Damon who broke it again. "So, little Bennett witch, how much longer--?"
"Damon," Bonnie's tone was long-suffering, "I swear on all that is holy, when we get out of this I will set you on fire."
Snorting, he crossed his arms over his chest. "Promises, promises."