N: So the last episode inspired this, hope you enjoy!

Thank you Valerie (2serendipity) for correcting this for me!

This is dedicated to Jtwsnw20, she wanted one made on Damon's POV, I really hope it lives up to your expectations honey!

Dance with me!

I was sitting at the bar…it was not like I would ever be anywhere else! I was watching her dance with my brother. She looked absolutely beautiful. The V- neck of her dress made her chest look so fucking perfect…and her collarbones…I always had a thing for that particular part of a woman's body. My brother twirled her around and our eyes met for a few seconds; she smiled with the corner of her mouth and before I got the chance to do the same, the song ended and she let go of Stefan, giving him a small kiss.

I looked over at Bonnie and Jeremy for a second and when I turned my attention back, she was making her way towards me. I wasn't ready for the pity talk, so I pretended I didn't see her and went outside.

"Are you running from me, Salvatore?"

"Are you chasing me, Gilbert?"

She was holding the entrance door, leaning against it, watching me with her big brown eyes.

"Well, I was expecting you to be a gentleman and ask me to dance, but since you didn't… I decided to do that instead," she said and smiled at me. She had the most amazing smile…

"You can't really blame me for not asking you…I still remember the last time I tried that…"

"You were an ass back then."

"I'm still the same person."

"No, you're not."

"Yeah, yeah…spare me the speech!"

"I wasn't going for the speech…"

I rolled my eyes at her, "Of course not…" I said sarcastically and she raised an eyebrow.

"So…are you…going to…ask me to dance?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"I'm not going back in there…to many kids…" I said.

She let go of the door and headed my way.

"I guess we'll have to do it here then."

"Are you serious?" Was she serious? She wanted to dance with me outside…in the school yard? A whole new sensation burned inside of my chest and scared the hell out of me. She grabbed my hand and lightly pulled me towards her.

"Are you scared?" she asked me in a whisper.

"I don't get scared…"

"Liar…"

I looked down, knowing she was right. I did get scared. I was scared I was going to lose her…and she was not even mine to lose…. I looked at her small hand, perfectly fitting into mine. He fingers curled up with my own…

"Fine, I'll dance with you; just remember that you asked for it!" I said.

I pulled her against my chest, then pushed her forward and spun her round and round. She giggled like a little girl, music to my sensitive ears. She looked like she enjoyed it. She looked happy.

"I haven't seen you smile like this since Georgia," I said.

"I know…" she answered in a weak voice.

"I'm glad I can still make you smile like that.…"

"Well…yeah…it's kind of weird…" she stopped in the middle of the sentence, like her words got stuck in her throat.

"What's weird?" I pushed.

"Hmm…it's just that…when…well you…"

I watched her carefully as she was trying to put her words together. I wondered what could be so difficult for her to say…

She bit her bottom lip and I found that gesture looked more than sexy on her. I was thinking that there was nothing more that I wanted now than to kiss her. Of course I knew it was wrong…but I couldn't help it. She was just so beautiful…. I would start from the corner of her perfect mouth, and then I'd pass the tip of my tongue between her lips, making her open them. I'd brush her hair behind her ear with my fingers, so it wouldn't get in my way. I'd pass my index finger down her neck, and then back up, under her chin, slightly pushing her head backwards. That would give me better access to her delicious mouth. Her lips would be soft and sweet…I'd take her lower one between my own and suck on it, then bite her softly, pulling it down. Her mouth would now be perfectly opened and my tongue would slide inside, caressing hers. Her small fingers would find their way in my hair and pull me closer as she'd kiss me back…

"…every time"

I blinked a few times…I couldn't believe I didn't hear a word she said.

"What did you just say?" I asked.

"Ok, now you're just being…you," she protested.

"No, really, I didn't hear what you said…I wasn't…here…" I said.

"I said that…my senses go all crazy when you're around…I go from one emotion to another, from sad to happy from calm to angry…and it's like that, every time."

"Oh…" was all I said. I felt like an idiot: being alive for over 164 years, attending more than 10 colleges and universities, speaking 5 languages … and I couldn't find a damn word to say to her! It was just that…I didn't know what to do with what she just said. She looked towards the door and I thought she wanted to leave…but she surprised me, like she always did...

"I love, love this song," she said.

I looked at her and smiled as the song 'Imagine' by John Lennon played in my ears. I liked that song too. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me…so close that our bodies were touching, everywhere.

I expected her to pull back, keep her distance, but she didn't. She pushed her body into mine and her hands found their way around my neck. Her head leaned against my chest.

"Do you ever get scared?" she asked.

"Yes…"

"What are you afraid of?"

I draw in an unnecessary breath, and then let it out easily.

"I'm afraid that…that something might happen to you…" I finally said.

She raised her head and looked at me, directly into my eyes…into my soul.

"I'm afraid I'm going to lose you…" I said again.

"Damon…you're not going to lose me, I promise."

"You told me once that I'd lost you forever…"

"We both know that was a lie. You'll never lose me…I would never take you out of my life…I wouldn't know how…"

If she pushed the 'friend' word down my throat again I swore I'd snap. But she didn't… she didn't say anything. She just got on her tip-toes and buried her cold little nose in the crook of my neck. We were not dancing anymore; we were not even moving…we just held each other. I didn't know who was consoling who, I just knew it felt good and I never wanted to let go.

"Elena, here you are…" I heard my brother's voice.

I felt her letting go and pulling back slowly. She grabbed my head and squeezed it before letting go and walking towards my brother.

"What's this all about?"

"Oh, it's not what it looks like…" I heard her answer.

N: Here you go, what do you think? Please, review and tell me!