A/N: Season 5 Stelena drabble that was requested by a very sweet twitter follower. Enjoy sweetie! :)
"Dance Me To The End Of Love" (Stelena Drabble)
She could tell you everything about him. How his hands grip on to her a little more lately when they sway across the dance floor, feet following one another's in a sea of pretty dresses and happy couples.
She could say that his green eyes have darkened even more than she's used because that's what she noticed first as he glanced over in her direction and asked her to dance. She's the cause of it, she knows. The pain and suffering, the furrowed brows and heavy eyelids all an indication of how much he's suffered, how much they've lost both apart and together.
He watches her body tense as he places his hand on to her lower back and she grips on to his shoulder a little tighter. He smiles at the reminder of how his hands used to her hold, and at the feeling of her breath washing over his face, her scent incasing his heart into a million little emotions and part of him doesn't want to feel this way. Although, somehow whenever he's around her- he always does.
They continue to dance in silence. Because neither of them is really sure what to say to one another. Because they've both done enough damage to one another that 'sorry' just doesn't mean anything anymore. She feels him grip her hand tighter, pull her body closer to his, leaving no space in between and for a brief moment, she wonders what it would be like to just lean over and kiss his soft and moisten lips.
The clearing of his throat shakes her out of her thoughts as the music ends and she moves a step back from him, thanking him for the dance. But, just as she does. The moment his lips touch the top of her hand and he leaves a tender reminder of him upon her skin, she's back under his spell, praying silently that she can keep herself under control long enough to walk off the dance floor and calm her rapid breathing.
He watches her swallow hard, backing away and turning to leave. But, his words stop her in her tracks. "I know that you still love me. I can see it in your eyes, on your face." He comments, placing his hands into his dark navy blue suit pockets and taking a step closer towards her, not even caring that another song has started to play and that more people have joined them on the dance floor. Because, he's only focused on one thing...Her.
He watches her pivot on her high heels, closing her eyes and allowing a tear to fall down her cheek when she glances up at him and replies with the only respond she's got. "What am I supposed to do about it, Stefan? I made another choice and because of it. I hurt you, more than either of us is willing to admit. You'll never want me or need me in the way you used too. You'll never look at me the same." She tells him, her eyes glazed over with tears and he wants more than anything to hold her, to kiss her and tell her that he wishes he could take all of their pain away that they've caused each other. But, he doesn't.
Instead, he just stands there and exhales deeply, looking down at the floor and then back up at her when he states in a saddened tone. "Admit it to yourself, Elena. And, then when you do. Come and find me, we'll talk." He tells her, briskly vanishing without a trace before she can ever say anything back.
He leaves her in the middle of the room, unfamiliar faces and happy couples dancing around her as she leans back against a wall and closes her eyes for a moment, remembering the way his hands gripped her tighter and held her closer as they danced. And, that's when it hits her, she wants to feel, she wants to love and be loved by only him.
A/N: Thanks so much for reading and please let me know what you thought.