Damon took a step into the area. He swung the flat of his hand, stopping it just at the last second before it could impact Bonnie’s face.
Bonnie, eyes shut, took absolutely no notice.
Damon tried again, raising his hand, swinging, only stop dead exactly at the moment when his fingers touched Bonnie’s cheek.
Elena lost her cool.
“LADY ULMA’S BABY IS GOING TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!” she screamed, at the same time sending the words with all the Power she could summon. “THIS HAS TO STOP! SHE’S GOING TO MISCARRY AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT BECAUSE YOU COULDN’T STOP IT—”
And then Damon stopped it.
Damon kissed Bonnie.
Elena, from her perch, could see it all. She saw how Damon, who was not so very tall himself, had to bend down to her, and how, ignoring her tear-smeared face, he kissed her just as she was opening her mouth for a fresh scream. Elena could see Bonnie’s eyes open and widen and then blink as if she were coming out of some fugue state. Then she slowly shut her eyes as she cooperated with the kiss—and then she went limp. Her hands, which had been raised in defensive claws, relaxed and went around Damon’s neck and then slowly, she brought them down to her sides. She swayed.
Silence spread out from them like ripples in a pool.
Meredith and Elena looked at each other, each slightly ashamed. There, they had been advocating violence toward a sister, and had entirely missed Damon’s better solution. And Elena told herself that it was not in the least because she was jealous of Bonnie—after all, Meredith hadn’t thought of it either, and Meredith didn’t want Damon to kiss her.
And since when do I want Damon to kiss me? Elena asked herself, feeling something now like fear.
Damon loves Bonnie so much, he couldn’t bring himself to slap her, at least he tried twice, but instead he kissed her, and how jealous Elena got because of that kiss...