Prompt: N/A (requested by immagoat on tumblr

Elena hadn't seen him for almost a decade. Within that time frame so many things had changed. She had finally left Mystic Falls, her three-year relationship with Damon had ended, and she had finally found herself.

And now, here she was at a friend's wedding reception and who was there but him? She wasn't sure if he'd seen her yet, as she had only just spotted him. She had known the moment she saw that suit and his hair. It was cut short again, and to be honest, she preferred it to the cut that flopped about. This was more distinguished. It suited him.

A slow song began playing, and she recognized it as "Poison and Wine". As she watched several couples get up and dance, she realized that she'd lost track of where he'd gone. Just as she noticed this, there was a tap on her shoulder.

She turned and looked up into his face. She immediately smiled. "Elijah."

One side of his mouth quirked up into a half-smile, and he held out his hand. "Would you care to dance, Elena?"

She nodded and took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance floor.

For the first part of the song, they said nothing and were rather formal in the way they danced: one of his hands on her waist, one holding hers and her other on his shoulder.

As the second verse began, Elena broke their form and she put her arms around his neck, swaying to the music. He froze for a moment before putting both of his arms around her, holding her close.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"And I you. More than you could know," he answered.

"I don't love you, but I always will," sounded through the room and Elena and Elijah swayed in time.

Elena laid her head on Elijah's shoulder as he rubbed circles on her back. When the song ended, she looked up into his eyes and he into hers. Their meeting here had been purely by chance, but neither of them would let the chance slip away.

"I fear you won't find it very easy to get rid of me," Elijah murmured as another slow song began.

The end of the reception was approaching, and soon they were the only couple left on the dance floor.

"Good," Elena replied, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.