Time After Time

What an odd situation

What an odd situation

What an odd situation
"No." she'd said, before she'd even realised. "Leave it."
Sighing, he pushed it up again. "I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"All that back there... the married stuff- it's just... it didn't sound wrong saying it... you're it... I know you are and I wanna be with you forever y'know?"
What you got is basic emotions

Can you feel them?

I want to be your lover

But you're so shy
"I know. But wanting it and it happening... Dennis, you don't know what's gonna happen when everyone finds out about us... you don't even know if we'll make it til the end of the week-"
"Don't say that! I don't care what it takes Sharon, where I have to go, I'm not giving you up."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So what if I said "Great, then marry me now"...would you do it?"
What you need is perfect assistance

Let me guide you

To a land you've never seen before
"Yeah. Yeah I would. I love you; nothing and no-one's gonna change that."
And I guess you see

I have another daydream

I guess you see

I have another daydream
He shifted a little so he could look up into her face as she cradled him. A nervous smile captured his lips as he saw the way her eyes were twinkling in the dull light. He did the only thing he knew he could do to ease the sensation - he straightened up and kissed her.
"What if I said you could never kiss me again... would you still love me then?"
He grimaced for a moment, before a smirk hijacked his lips. "Yep - I don't just have to kiss you-"
Come and be a dancer

Dance into my daydream

Join me in my daydream

Wet and wild

Come and be a dancer

Dance into my daydream

Join me in a jungle

Wet and wild
Twisting round, Dennis' gaze was suddenly level with Sharon's before he was pressed hard against her, his fingers creeping down across her stomach and under the waistband of her trousers. She pulled his hand away, slipping her fingers through his.
"And what if I said you couldn't touch me either - would you still love me then?"
"What; ever?"
She nodded. "Ever."
Deflated, he dropped their entwined hands into her lap, Dennis muttered, "I'd probably break both my wrists trying to get over you!"
She giggled, tilting her forehead against his, demanding, "Would you still love me?"
"Well I dunno. Not even allowed to touch you... are you still mine?"
"That's what I'm trying to find out."

"I think.." he began after a few moments contemplation. "Can I still talk to you?"
Chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, she replied "Hmm, yeah, I think so."
He took in her words with a steady nod of the head. "Then yeah, I'd still love you."
"But you can talk to anyone."
"That's true." he agreed, weaving his arms around her hips, dropping his voice to nothing above a flirtatious whisper, his lips right against her ear. "But I wouldn't tell just anyone all the things I'd be dying to do to you... where I'd touch you... where I'd kiss you..."
To help another person

Will make you feel important

You've got my invitation

But you're so shy
Sharon listened, for there was nothing else she could do, gasping in breaths where they had been lost to the sensuality of his words, longing stirring fiercely inside.
"You... can't!"
"Yes I can... I'm not kissing you... I'm not touching you... I'm just telling you... where I'd put my hands... my fingers... my tongue..."
Come and let your wild side show

And be a dancer

A dancer in a daydream

We can share
Dennis watched happily as she closed her eyes, her eyelashes flickering as she let go of a desperate and lustful moan it was obvious she had been trying to suppress.



I guess you see

I have another daydream

I guess you see

I have another daydream
He pulled back from her ear, his eyes level with hers again, watching, waiting for her to look at him. As soon as she did, she took in a sharp little breath in the next second that seemed to linger in her mouth, just as she registered how very close he was. And without a moment for either of them to draw a breath, she'd crashed her lips against his, her kiss so urgent she didn't even bother with the pleasantry of sucking slowly on his lower lip before thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She purposely bit him so that he would gasp in pain and she could take him by surprise. Or force, she really didn't care how he looked on it. He countered her immediately, fighting her with every moan. It annoyed her, but at the same time, it excited her. They were completely alone in a deserted corner of the world underneath a steadily sinking auburn sun. He wasn't going to fight her for long.
But just to prove she wasn't prepared to wait, she began fumbling with his jeans, tugging at his fly. The corners of his mouth lifted away from her kiss as he grinned against her.
"Sure?"
"Whose wrists are we trying to break here?" she muttered breathlessly.
"Ohhh, I see!" he shot back as he eased down her trousers. "So you want me to touch you now then baby?"
She whimpered, the quivering of her voice telling him she was holding back another moan as he pressed the pad of his thumb against her swollen, sensitive clit. Gasping almost before he had touched her, she cried, "Mmm! Ohh fuck... Dennis!"
Help me take control of my full imagination

I'm looking for a man who can match my situation
Dennis laughed. "Wanna do that too huh? Alright... but that means I get to kiss you too..."
And before she could even consider negotiation, he'd bowed his head, his mouth was hot against her mound, lapping up her juices, the tip of his tongue flicking up against her clit with each leisurely stroke.
"Ohhh my... God... y-yes!... fu-"
But he silenced her with his own desperate kiss, pressing against her, forcing her legs apart with his knee as he sank on top of her, before moving gently into her as she laid back on his jacket. Her own taste had been imprinted on her lips and the rock scratched at her back, at the backs of her legs. But she just didn't care, lost to utter perfectness of Dennis moving inside her, her walls squeezing him as he thrust, wanting him to stay, to make her feel like this forever.
"Uhhh! Jesus Sharon, you're... you feel..."
She cut him off with cries for him to be harder, faster; demands he was more than happy to meet; happy to feel the desperate pounding of his heart tighten his chest, robbing him of breath, making his head buzz, until he knew he was nearly there. His name was carried all around by the gentle breeze as Sharon gave in, screaming in ecstasy, and soon she was not alone. It felt even better just knowing that he would not be heard for a mile around, that he could have made love to her all day, yelling her name, telling her how amazing she felt, how sweet she tasted, and no-one was around to care, to judge. It was heaven on earth. Recovering, and hovering above her with just the support of his own arms, Dennis laughed as he realised the irony of such an idyllic paradise turning out to be Southend, of all places!
"Ha!" he quivered, which was more another moan of fading pleasure than laughter although that too was battling against his ribs. "You're... You're incredible!"
She beamed wordlessly up at him, the sunlight catching beautifully in her face. She lifted her hand, stroking his cheek gently, before murmuring, "Get up."
He looked at her confused for a moment and then obliged, hauling himself up slumping against the wall as he pulled his jeans up around his hips.
"Er, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm-"
Wading across on her knees, Sharon grappled at the denim covering his calves with her drenched palms and yanked them down again. "I said get up, not dressed."
And she pulled his cock free of all material confinement, feeling it swell just at her touch, running her hand slowly up and down his full length.
"Ahh!" he cried passionately, clamping instinctively down on his lip. "Oh God.. oh, that's good..."
"Is it?"
I'm thinking about the people

Waiting down the line

I am in the limelight

Now's my time!
"Uh-huh... mmm!"
Smiling, and loving the way his facial muscles always seemed to go into spasm when he was having a good time, Sharon tilted her chin and slowly kissed the head, flicking her tongue out against the underside before sliding him into her mouth, her lips working his charged skin as he began to thrust gently in and out.
I guess you see

I have another daydream

I guess you see

I have another daydream
"Oh fuck Sharon... ohhh... that's it... just like that..."
I guess you see

I guess you see

I guess you see, yeah
Inwardly, Sharon was smirking. She knew it was. She could see it, she could hear it and she could taste it, drinking down everything he had to offer as he encouraged her to continue sucking him, taking in the saltiness of his skin; his hand caught in her hair. Once spent however, he let Sharon button his fly and climb her way up past his groin, his navel and his chest til she was level with his lips, returning some of his own taste as she kissed him, just like he had done with her.
I guess you see

I have another daydream

What ya gonna do?

I'm a bold explosion!
"What was that for?"
"I keep my promises, Dennis."



Dennis, having put the jacket back on, clambered back across the rocks with Sharon to reclaim her shoes. She didn't put them on however, dragging Dennis down to the water's edge and letting the cool foam seep between her toes as they walked back. His arm was round around her waist and she was leant heavily against him, just because she knew she could rely on him to hold her up, to embrace her.
She was admiring the still sinking sun, disappearing behind cliffs and even smaller islands, flinging out some last glittering rays of farewell against the surface of the water, that carried the golden streaks back to the shore, kissing the sand.
"Oh..." she murmured, a little breathlessly. "...it's so beautiful."
"You think?"
"Yeah I do. Just makes today all the more perfect."
"What, you reckon it won't get any better then?"
Catching the mischievous look in his eyes, she pressed a kiss against his lips with her fingertip. "It could do. Whattya gonna do - drop down on one knee now?"
"I might..." he said so slowly that shivers went up Sharon's spine. "Maybe we'll just keep walking... watching that..." He nodded towards the sunset. "...and I'll just say it... or maybe I'll say it... you'll never know when... and I'll just come out with it..."
"I think all this sea air's getting to your head a bit mate." she managed finally. He was scaring her, he was truly, truly scaring her. So she kept walking, holding his hand that tiny bit more loosely as they made their way back to the part of the front they'd left Tony's bike. She wasn't quite sure how she felt as they left the beach... the sunset they had been watching so intensely, behind and he had said not one word, let alone those four.
Dennis slowed up when the bike was within spotting distance, pulling on Sharon's hand to draw her back. "Sharon... are you alright?"
She sighed as she settled her gaze awkwardly on the floor. "Yeah... Yeah... Look, c'mon, we should head back... this is gonna be a long night."
He gave her a weak smile. "Yeah. Course."
And he led her back towards the bike, realising that three teenagers were clambering all over the bike, making revving noises and running their hands lovingly across the bodywork.
"Oi!" he laughed, harder as he watched one of them flinch.
Sharon stepped in front of him, and he watched that perfect wiggle as she strode forwards, her hand falling around the tallest lad's hand around the handlebars.
"'Scuse me, lads."
They leapt back whistling appreciatively, their eyes practically falling out their heads as Sharon lifted her leg and settled back.
"Is she yours, mate?" the one in the black hoody called out.
"Yeah." Dennis shot back smugly, pushing past one of them, his hands falling against her shoulders. "Yeah, she is."
"Dennis... they meant the bike."
He smirked at her, and the guys backed off, shaking their heads and fearing that they were about to become bystanders to a game of tonsil tennis.
But Sharon just settled happily against his back, holding the little bear in his lap. "Well that got rid of them didn't it?"

Darkness was well on the way to falling by the time they arrived back in the Square. Dennis played with her hands, still in his lap, fiddling fondly with the "wedding" ring, and Sharon was savouring the warmth caught in his jacket by the sun that had beat against his back on the ride home. She didn't want to pull away, sighing sadly as she considered it.
"I wish we coulda just kept going." she said quietly.
"Yeah... well... don't worry darlin', I'll ride you off into the sunset one day."
"Mmmm. You promise?"
"Uh huh."
"Can't wait."
And before the resolve left her completely, she got up, propping up the teddy. Dennis admired her for a moment, her hair billowing around her face, before he couldn't bear her being away from him and pulled her down against him, loving the way she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as he drew her close.
"Someone might see." Dennis murmured thickly as her lips came against his. He could just imagine Pauline Fowler twitching her curtains as Sharon worked her tongue mindlessly into his mouth.
"I don't care. We could just get back on the bike... we could go anywhere..."
"Yeah," he chuckled, pressing his thumbs against her jaw and tilting her chin so he could stare up into those bewitching eyes, "and that's exactly where we'd end up!"
"So? We'd be together wouldn't we?"
He moaned back into her kiss. "Stop, or we'll be in Australia before morning!"
"That sounds so good..."
"Fine. I'll take you, I swear. I'll take you tomorrow if you want, but tonight's our night!"
Sharon raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"
"Shut up. You know why... and you have to go and get ready! You've only got an hour and a half, and I know you... you'll be fighting Vicks for all the mirror time you can get!"
Sharon beat him across the chest but didn't retort, just looped her arms back around his neck. "What about you? You gotta take Tony the bike back?"
"Nah, he wants to come get it himself. Probably wants to check for scratches-"
"Ahhh, so he doesn't trust you then?"
Tilting his head back to release a mocking chuckle, Dennis met her eye again with a smirk stealing away the little smile in the corner of his mouth as he lovingly pushed her hair back from her face. "Would you?"
"Never." she shot back huskily, kissing him again. His hands crept up her back, pulling her closer and closer as the kiss deepened, but with another moan, he pulled her back, which was met by a wordless gasp of protest.
"No... stop...! Don't look at me like that! I'm just a man Sharon, I'm weak..."
"So that's why we just did it on the beach then? I did wonder..." And she tried to dive on his lips again, and she caught him for just one tantalising second before he pulled back again, shaking his head gently.
"Mmm... yeah, but that's the beach... I don't think a bench would be quite so..."
"Romantic?" she offered, stifling a giggle.
His mouth seemed to fall into a gaping pout, his eyelashes flickering in a way that made Sharon's heart melt. "Oh, so it was romantic now then? What happened to "If we were in Paris or somewhere remotely romantic, I wouldn't have minded... "?"
"Oh I don't know... but I think you just about made Southend work-"
"Just about?!"
"Well, it's not Paris is it? You'll have to take me there too... we should go up the Eiffel Tower, cos you know-" And she drew close to his ear, her very breath loaded with suggestion as she whispered, "-I've always wondered what it would be like to do it in a lift..."
Dennis had to gulp back a moan of submission. How was she so perfect? He wanted to take her there now... he was more than willing to give in to her. He could feel himself getting hard at just considering how it would feel. So he composed himself, in the emotional sense at least, and hit back with good old innocence.
"Do what?"
Biting down delicately on the edge of her thumb, Sharon let out a warm laugh. "You'll just have to surprise me there won't ya?"
"Fuck..." he breathed, mashing his mouth against hers, swiping at her lip to allow him to ram his tongue into her mouth, to at least let out some of the frustration this conversation had created.
"Call Tony... give him back his baby..."
Sharon stepped back from him and propped herself up against the bike as Dennis rose up off of it, toying with the bear as she watched him pull his phone from his back pocket and stab at the buttons with his thumb before raising it to his ear.
"Tone? Yeah, s'me. We're back... you can come get her now... no, don't worry! Not a scratch on her, I was careful!" And he rolled back on the balls of his feet, projecting a "Uh-hmm," down the line before freezing, and then spinning round to face Sharon, his eyes burning into her and making her tingle as he continued to speak.
"Did she like it, yeah, I reckon she did. Terrified to begin with, got scratchmarks all across my stomach-" Sharon's mouth falling open at the injustice of that remark, Dennis laughed, pulling the phone back a little and mouthed to her "-and my back..." and she smirked, still picking at the bear. "Practically deafened me mate, screaming at every corner.."
"Right I've had enough of this!" she cried, stalking towards him, her hand curling around the handset that he refused to let go of as she tried to pull it away, shouting into the mouthpiece; "Tony? Yeah, so I was scared... riding a motorbike... shall I tell you what Dennis is afraid of riding? Shall I Dennis?"
"Piss off, you!" he laughed, shaking her off. "Nah mate, not you.... wha'... me? I ain't afraid of anything... don't listen to her! She's a lying little bitch... she'll get what's coming to her!"
"Is that a promise?"



Dennis had left Sharon as soon as he'd hung up from Tone, letting him know where the bike was and where he'd hidden the keys. Sharon was looking forward to a long hot bath before she started getting ready for the Ball, but before she'd even turned away from Dennis in the direction of the house, she was panicking about what would be happening down the club, what wouldn't have been completed or even done in her absence. Covering her in kisses to placate her, he promised that he'd head down the club at that very moment to make sure that everything was alright. She'd whimpered out a protest or two, but Dennis was already gone.
Rushing down into the club, he found that practically everyone on the books was there, lighting the candles on the centrepieces, checking the electrics were fine, that the lighting was soft, that the fairylights twinkled. There was a little CD player propped up on the bar, blasting out "Addicted to Love" of all the god awful tunes. Dennis didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he settled on stunned silence as he crept round the room. Leaning over the bar he saw Leigh & Guy stocking the fridges, and Christ, Dennis had never seen so many bottles of champagne in his life, and when he straightened up, he almost screamed in surprise as he saw Vicki, where he was sure she hadn't been before, stirring up a bowl of punch as she sang.