'Till We're 80 -Kleo Oneshots-

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It's been a long time. I have nothing to say for myself. Friends adaptation for Kleo with a little twist. I recently finished watching Friends for the first time and I cried lol I love it. This one's called Fine Line Dancing.

-|1998|-
"Some day, when i'm awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight."

"Bublé," she whispered in my ear, her head lying softly on my shoulder, the weight feeling familiar.

I turned slightly to gaze at her hair. It was short, golden, and soft, swiped into an updo with a strands that framed her face and made her look younger than she is.

She breathed in deeply, and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest as we shifted closer together.

I tightened my grip on her waist when we continued dancing.

"Always Bublé," I answered, stroking my thumb over her hand.

"I guess bringing you to this was a good idea after all," she cockily sneered, opening her eyes, the feeling in them breathtaking.

"I knew coming to a wedding where I don't know anyone but my date would be such a bore," I joked.

Snickering, she stepped on my foot before calling me out:

"You're the only bore here. And I'm not your date, I'm your girlfriend."

"That's right you are. And there's no one else I'd rather dance with in a room full of strangers."

I nuzzled her neck, inhaling the scent of what I think might have been lavender, brushed my cheek against hers, feeling the tenderness of her skin.

Her hand around my neck held on to the collar of my tux tightly as she sighed against my ear.

I had to do it. I just had to tell her.

"I love you, and if I have to have a baby to keep you with me, I'll do it. I'll do it all." Time seemed to stop around us, the sounds of the music fading away slowly.

"I love you, too. And I want to have a baby. But I don't want to have it with someone who doesn't really want it."

She knocked the air out of my lungs without moving a finger.

"I love you," she whispered.

But did she, really? It doesn't matter, because I love her.

"I know you do..." Uncertainty was a feeling I was not familiar with. "So, what now?"

"I guess we just... keep dancing."

-•-•-•-
-|2000|-

"I wish I'd held you closer. That night. At the wedding."

I placed my wine glass down on the coffee table in front of the couch.

Mia's room looked exactly how I imagined Kate would decorate a nursery, the image of it still fresh in my memory from a few hours ago.

"I wish you'd believed me when I told you I wanted it, because I did. I wanted this." I looked around the living room, scattered with diapers and baby toys.

"We could've been happy." I reached for the wine again, but she stopped me.

"Don't try to make me feel guilty for my decisions, Leonardo. I wanted a baby, you knew I did." Her tone alone could have burned a hole through me.

"You can't call me out for finding someone who gave me what I wanted, even if he left me like this. Just... left." She looked down and grabbed her elbows, tears pooling in her eyes.

I stood from the couch, hands outstretched, and grabbed her by the hips, pulling her close to me.

I intertwined our fingers, sneaked a hand around her waist. Her skin was warm against mine, making me feel at home. I was tired. Tired of running, of pretending. Tired of wasting my life away from her.

She came to me, fitting our legs together. We were good like this. Neither of us was halved or broken or incomplete. Neither of us felt like we were missing a piece.

She fit me like a glove, and so did I her.

"Please," I begged in a whisper just above her forehead. "Please, don't twist my words. You know what I really mean."

"Yeah," she said, her eyes closed, her hand caressing my nape. "Yeah, I do."

For an instant, as I looked into her eyes and her gaze carved her name into my heart, I felt the world stop breathing.

With a sigh, our lips were joined, our hands clawing. Hands. They roamed everywhere they could reach, pulling, tugging, undoing. It was so draining I felt alive for the first time since we split up. Her lips were swollen when we broke apart.

"Would you stay?" She looked at my lips as she panted. "If I asked you to, would you stay here, with me? With us?"

She sighed when she felt my hand caressing her cheek.

"I would do anything you asked me to."

It felt as if the sound of the radio suddenly decided to envelop me, and I swayed us to the beat of the song.

"You're lovely, don't you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won't you please arrange it
Cause I love you
Just the way you look tonight
Tonight."

-|The End|-

This is short and kinda messy but I think it's sweet. If you can tell which scene from Friends this includes, you're a real one.
Love,
-KateWinsletor265