AN: Elena's turn. I was originally going to do a separate fic called "The Pieces of You and Me" for Elena and Damon's POVs of the dance, but I think that's turning into something different…You should still read it though. Yay for shameless product placement! Review! DO IT! :[ -"Stern" face.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries.
At Some Point
At some point, I'm going to get over the stupid butterflies in my stomach. The butterflies reserved solely for Stefan's tender looks and gentle touches. At some point, I'm going to look away from these mesmerizing blue eyes and focus on something else, anything else. At some point, I'm going to start worrying about my MIA boyfriend who's fighting a blood addiction from hell. At some point, I'm going to stop praying to every god ever worshipped by man for the demon leading this dance to touch me.
At some point.
The tempo changes and he's tugging me gently closer, one hand twining perfectly with mine, the other firm and strong against my back. A smile has slipped through the arrogant smirk permanently etched into his features and, my god, it's beautiful. Heartbreaking and honest. At some point, I'll remember that this is my boyfriend's brother and stop imagining kissing those smiling lips.
At some point.
His eyes, always so cold and distant, are alight with what can only be described as joy. They're soft and tender instead of hard and aloof. They sing a thousand sorrows and shout a hundred delights. They say so much and so little and I'm still left wondering what he's hiding in their icy depths. It's breathtaking and I can't look away. At some point, I'll realize I'm staring, lost, in the wrong eyes.
At some point.
His touch is feather light, but not hesitant. Steady and strong, but not overbearing. It's a nice change. He guides me effortlessly through the steps he danced before anyone else here was even born. He leads me naturally, having no difficulties despite the fact that we've never danced together before. A fact I'm beginning to regret.
"Elena, would you like to dance?" he had asked. And foolishly, stupidly, I had taken Stefan's arm instead. At some point, I'll remember that I took Stefan's arm because I'm madly in love with him, not his brother.
At some point.
At some point, this beautifully revealing song will end. At some point, his real smile will fade away into his smirking mask. At some point, those painfully beautiful, happy-sad eyes will harden into the frigid orbs that I've become accustomed to seeing. At some point, the only touch I'll feel from him will be accidental or teasing. At some point, I'll stop regretting chosing Stefan. At some point, I'll realize this is the other brother. At some point, I'll convince myself that I don't love Damon in ways I can't even imagine loving Stefan.
At some point.
Maybe.