A/N: The first one is a little silly. So is the second one. Sorry.


last dance for love – Donna Summer, "Last Dance"

"You know, we've never danced," she mentions casually. It's the last Mystic Falls event that she will ever attend—she's leaving tomorrow to be Klaus's pet for a hundred years. By force, but it will save their lives and that's all she's ever wanted.

(You can argue that Bonnie and Elena are selfless, he thinks, and that's true, but look at her. Look at this girl, giving up a century when her besties won't live for another seventy years, probably.)

"Yeah, so what, Blondie?" Even now, he's so cold—he can't let her know how lost they (he) will all be without her (the sunlight, the rain, the everything they (he) need).

She smiles. "Let's?"

Casual smirk, as though he won't miss her more than air, more than humanity. "Why not." (Not a question.)

Donna Summer comes on, and he bows and offers his hand, gentlemanly, palm outstretched. She laughs at his formality, curtsies in her skintight revealing bloodred off-the-shoulder dress, and takes it—he'd forgotten how smooth her skin is under his. The low sad music turns jovial and upbeat, but he takes her in his arms as though it's a couple dance—and damn it all, it will be for them—and she rests her head on his shoulder and he inhales the scent of her hair, and blood, and cleanness and softness and brightness and caring. (Everything that she is, a perfect combination.)

It's their first dance. And their last one. (For now.)

She smiles at him when it's over and she pulls away from his touch, and Klaus is standing behind her and they are standing in the Mystic Falls town square as the music goes on and his life is being sucked away from him and the music crescendos (what an upbeat accompaniment to what might be the most depressing moment in his life) and Klaus is smirking. He kind of maybe wants to rip the Original's cocky throat out.

"See you in a hundred years," she mouths, where Klaus can't see, and he feels the edge of a smirk coming over his lips.

"See you," he repeats out loud, and Klaus quirks an eyebrow but says nothing.

She leans forward and up (not very far in her high red heels) and kisses the edge of his mouth, whispering as the music ends, "Next time, I expect a more…romantic, couple-y song."

And then they're gone.


everything can wait except the way we feel – Joe Nichols, "This Bed's Too Big"

"It's our honeymoon," he whines, halfway sitting up, propped on his elbows like a lazy lover, which he is.

"Yeah," she retorts. "But we're in Brazil. I wanna go out and see everything. The people, the landmarks, the museums. We're only here for the weekend."

He looks her up and down hungrily, and she would blush if it were possible (he seems to bring that reaction out of her a lot). "Babe, it's our honeymoon. I don't know how to stress that enough. It's a time for ravaging, my love."

The way he says my love makes her shiver in anticipation, but can she really back down from this and keep her pride intact? No. "I wanna see," she argues stubbornly.

Damon sighs. "Carebear, honey, we can stay here for a year if you like. If you haven't noticed, we're not exactly lacking money. C'mere, let me do my best to destroy that impossibly lovely lingerie you have on."

"Damon," she giggles, despite herself.

"What? You, me, and ghostly remains of past lingerie all know that that particular type of clothing doesn't really have a long-lasting life span around you and me." He flashes her that charming grin of his. "C'mon, babe. I'm gonna ruin that nightie." She doesn't move from the door. "C'mere," he growls teasingly, standing, and she comes, like an obedient little good girl. Screw her pride.

He kisses her, and she squirms out of his passionate embrace. "Care," he complains, but she ducks out of his arms.

"I wanna at least go see Manaus Opera House. And maybe the Copacabana Beach."

"Fine," he dismisses easily with a wave of his hand. "Come on, Mrs. Salvatore, time for bed."

She lets herself be drawn into his arms, content. Mrs. Salvatore. She could really get used to that.