It Might Be You
(Stephen Bishop)

if I found the place,
would I recognize the face?
something's telling me it might be you.

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The life he led was a lonely one. Harsh, but it was true. From as far as he could remember, he'd never had any delusions about meeting some girl, getting hitched, settling down... Nah, that life - it wasn't his to live. And for a long time, he'd believed that. Hell, he'd believed it so firmly that he was sure that if, by some bizarre chance, love ever found him, he wouldn't recognize it even if it hit him in the face.

It was the same for her, he knew. At first he'd thought it was because she thought there wasn't a man alive worthy of her. Later he would think that maybe it was because she just intimidated most men away without even meaning to. It took him some time to realize that even if those weren't necessarily true, it didn't mean she wasn't lonely, or that she wished it wasn't the case. Years later, after he got to know her better, she'd tell him that it was fine. She had more important things to live for and fight for now. It didn't matter.

(It was a damn shame, he thought then, that a woman like 'Ro should ever have to trade hoping to find love for fighting for the damned Dream.)

Maybe that was why it took them so damn long to get their act together, he thought distantly. Maybe that was why they didn't see it coming. They'd both given up on love for so long, been so resigned to their respective lives of solitude that they hadn't seen it creeping up on them until neither of them could deny what was so plainly staring them in the face any longer.

And now Ororo stood before him with her hands clasped together, awaiting his answer with tentative hope in her eyes. Of course it would hit her first, and of course she'd take the initiative. She'd always been the smarter and stronger one of the two of them, even when neither of them took to facing their feelings so easily.

He shook his head and wanted to laugh at the picture the two of them must have made, and at how much time they must have wasted just dancing around each other.

Well, whatever. They'd wasted enough time as it was - he wasn't going to keep her waiting anymore.

My Girl
(The Temptations)

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day
when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May...

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Logan loved Harry's Hideaway for several reasons, and not just because the eponymous Harry always made it a point to be well-stocked on Canadian beer. He also had an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner instead of a new-fangled speaker system like the swankier clubs downtown had. This meant that he didn't have to endure shitty dance music that was like to make him claw the upholstery from Harry's very fine bar stools, if he didn't go deaf first. Ororo teased him for that comment that first time he took her there, saying he sounded like he had the taste of an old man.

So maybe his tastes were a little dated. Long as he'd lived, could she really blame him? (Also, he knew she liked that about him. So there.)

"Pretty spry for an old man though," he said, after, grinning a little over his Lebatt Blue.

She murmured something that sounded like only half an assent over the light beer he got her.

Noting it for the challenge it was, Logan rolled his eyes, and set his beer down with a bit of a thump. The jukebox in the corner with its bright, blinking lights was calling to the change in his pockets, urging him to stand up for his hurt ego. He stood from the bar counter with purpose.

She hid away a smile of amusement when he strode back to her, the first few bars of a song she never thought he'd choose already filtering through the sparsely-populated bar.

"C'mere," he said before she could even think to comment, pulling her to her feet and steering her towards the dance floor. Her quiet laughter trailed behind them.

He waltzed her slow and steady, gave her a few spins just to prove her wrong. She thinks he might dip her (though the song doesn't really call for it) and he does so with more finesse and control than she expected (because when does he ever play by conventional rules?)

He surprised her further by murmuring a few choice lyrics along with the song. She chuckles, soft and throaty, and leaned her cheek down into his hair, hiding the smile and flush to her cheeks that she was sure he was already aware of.