Time After Time

Whatever happened to Saturday night?

When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright?

It don't seem the same since cosmic light

Came into my life - I thought I was divine!
Pressing against Flynn's hands as she stepped towards him, springing back and towards him again, she felt Guy's hands around her waist, as if he was catching her as she bounced back from Flynn's hands, but all he was truly doing was countering the action of her hips as she stepped back, just as Flynn was doing as she stepped forwards - caught fast between two gorgeous men.
But Guy reclaimed her in the next moment, forcing to spin away and grind against him as he leant over her and ran his hands down her thighs, oh what a hardship it was to endure.
I used to go for a ride with a chick who'd go

And listen to the music on the radio

A saxophone was blowin' on a rock n' roll show

You climbed in the back seat, you had a really good time!
He raised her hand high and left her to spin again and again underneath, encouraging her to keep going by pushing the flat of his hand against her hip. Then he stopped, swinging her from right to left so rapidly that she seemed to go limp like a rag doll against his arms, but as soon as her back was straight, she leapt back, her hands still in the air just like the women all around her, and them all singing out to her, apparently finding an unsuspecting bloke to grind against also, swept both her and her movement up.
Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll
Flynn and Guy both swung forwards, and to a screaming blaze of adoration, lifted Sharon effortlessly from the floor, something she hadn't been expecting but relaxed into, even as the ceiling seemed to come closer. But she was back down in a moment, as if she had just glided gracefully down a really steep hill. She was caught somewhat off guard mid-spin as she realised that Dennis had slowly risen from his stool and was pushing his way through all the staff to stand in the middle of the floor. To be seen, clawing back his lip, looking across at her with those gorgeous smouldering eyes. To be seen craving her attention.
Her breath was caught in her throat as she watched him come closer. His lips were practically against hers by the time he touched her, pulling her closer still, his fingertips stretching down against her buttocks and swaying her wildly. She barely managed to stop herself moaning.
My head it used to swim with the perfume I smelled



Crushed so close together, no-one saw anything expect the movement of their bodies as units. But Dennis could feel Sharon tugging desperately at his jeans, pressing her warm palm against his excited groin, and watching innocently, with those bewitching eyes as he gasped silently, fighting to compose his facial muscles in a way that said nothing at all had happened.
My hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt
Stepping back from each other, Dennis was forced to watch as she was passed between Guy, who stroked her cheek and Flynn, who kissed her hand. She revelled in watching the jealousy flare in those eyes and barely realised that she was the one rushing at him, feeling his arms come around her lifting her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his, and having to fight every urge to move just that little bit closer and kiss him; his lips made all the more desirable as he beamed, spinning her round.
I'd taste her baby pink lipstick and that's when I'd melt

She'd whisper in my ear tonight she really was mine.
Sharon saw out the corner of her eye that all the guys seemed to be giving the girls a hand up onto the bar, and there they all stood, clicking their fingers and kicking out their feet as they sang out appreciatively towards Sharon and the three men out on the floor. She couldn't help but feel she'd just leapt straight into a musical.
As she hit the floor again, she span out, her arm straightening as Dennis kept hold of her hand, Flynn stepping up behind Sharon and rolling his hips into her as Guy took up her other hand, brushing his lips against her skin.
Get back in front, put some hair oil on

Buddy Holly was singing his very last song
Her hand slipping away, she felt herself spinning again, her back coming up hard against Dennis' chest, his arms falling around her waist, pulling her tight against him as they swayed, Sharon sinking down into his embrace.
With your arms around your girl, you try to sing along

It felt pretty good - you really had a good time!
Straightening, Dennis pushed her out under the arc created as he raised her arms against his; the ridges of his spine grinding against her own, and when she chose to abandon such a heady moment, she framed his face with her hands, her lips full and pouting as she mouthed the words to him, a smile in the corners of her mouth, flickering almost in time to the swinging of her hips, rolling her pelvis full into his own and causing a certain amount of friction.
Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll



His hands dancing across her hips, restraint being exercised in going no further, however desperate he was, he swung her down to the floor, and as she leapt back, Dennis seized her hand and kept a hold on it, even as she rose back up to her full height, and she grinned down at him, just for a moment, pretty sure she knew what was coming. And yes, she had been right as he span up on one knee underneath her hand, crushing himself against her as he leapt up, keeping her legs apart with his knee and swinging her while his restless hands again took to exploring every curve. Striking out into a lunge, Sharon span in again, her head feeling light and wondering whether the walls would ever stop shifting, and whether she'd still feel this happy if they did. And as his arms came around the backs of her legs, hers around his neck, as he swung her still, left to right, her hair billowing and almost touching the floor, she concluded that, no, she wouldn't. She wanted to dance with him forever.
Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll.



Vicki's Americianisms crept back in as everyone seemed to stop "rockin'", gasping and cheering at seeing the way Dennis held Sharon, their little sister crying "Alright!" that would have made both her siblings cringe at any moment except this one; too absorbed in each other, and besides, it was perfectly in keeping with the atmosphere around them.
As her long legs dropped back to the floor, she purposely lifted the left and wound it around his hip, leaning against his chest, her lips against his ear, whispering "Nothing to do with you eh?" before letting herself go limp, her spine practically curved in on itself, the world suddenly on its head. Sharon could feel the blood rushing to her temples as Dennis held her there, letting her soak up the admiration of those around them as he gasped in breaths of air where they had been missing for so long.
Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll.

Hot patootie, bless my soul

I really love that rock n' roll.



Dennis, Sharon & Vicki all left the club together for the house in a great laughing rush, reaching out for hands, arms coming around shoulders as they stumbled out into the cool night air.
"You two were fantastic! God, I wish I'd stayed at these classes now - might have gotten a dance out of Dennis myself! It was... it was brilliant. I'm jealous!"
Sharon looked over Vicki, sliding a smirking glance in Dennis' direction, which he returned before obediently dropping his gaze - but not before the self-same smirk had captured his own lips.
"Yeah, me an' all!" she grinned back at her little sister. "I'm sorry I missed the er... pelvic thrust..."
His hand reaching round the oblivious girl between them, he hit Sharon in the back.
"Ow!"
"You deserved that!" he laughed, pulling back.
"Awww, Dennis is getting all defensive! Whaddya reckon Sharon... our brother gonna Time Warp his way into some poor unsuspecting girl's heart?"
"Vicki, for f*ck's sake..." he muttered quietly, looking away as he rolled his eyes. He glanced quickly back at Sharon, and a jolt went through him as she caught his eye, the humour playing right across her face as she tried to find the words to satisfy their little sister.
But it was Vicki who spoke first. "Sorry, was I being a bit optimistic? Some girl's knickers then?"
And Sharon creased up laughing, practically bent double. Vicki stooped too, laughing with her as she tried to straighten her up. Dennis ignored them both pointedly, shaking his head in despair as he walked on without them.
That left the girls to stagger back to the house. Vicki rushed through to her room and came back into Sharon's, her dress wrapped over her arm, her make-up bag clutched in her hand, dumping them both on the bed. Sisterly bonding was high on the agenda! Although, Sharon couldn't deny, as Vicki leant over the stereo, running her finger along the tower of CDs, that she was nervous, especially as she straightened up enthusiastically, crying "Aha!" slamming the disc into the tray before Sharon could so much as guess at what it was.
She hadn't even got as far as lifting her arms to pull off her top before they were at her side again, and she was cringing desperately.
"Oh darlin', give me a break, I was thirteen when this film was about!"
"I know, but if you're so embarrassed, why haven't you gotten rid of it?"
Sharon stared at the floor, realising she was beat. "I... I don't like throwing stuff out..." she muttered pathetically, feeling the laughter bubble in her throat.
Vicki just continued to grin that unfaltering grin, and brandished a hair-brush, thrusting it into Sharon's hand. With a defeated giggle, she took it, and span around against the intro, and Vicki leant obediently forward so she was hanging over her shoulder, grinning helplessly into the mirror as they began to sing, their voices not really gelling, but hell, what did it matter? It was bad enough that Vicki, who had still been four years in the making when this shameful film was around, knew the words in the first place! Sharon was a bad, bad sister.
You really wanna know

What I want in a guy?

Well, I'm looking for a dream

On a mean machine

With hell in his eyes



Rolling her shoulders back against Vicki, and unable to stop herself swinging her hips; with a smirk that her companion put down to the utter campness of this moment, Sharon found herself instinctively thinking of Dennis, longing stirring inside.
I wanna devil in skin-tight leather

He's gonna be wild as the wind

Then, one fine night

I'll be holding on tight

To a

Cool rider, a coo-oo-ool rider

If he's cool enough

He can burn me through and through

Whoa-whoa!
And they rolled their heads shamelessly back, Sharon's hair flying about her face as they sank down, bending their knees a little. They both knew the scene, and its movements too well. Holding back a laugh as Vicki's eyes sparkled with true rock n' roll emotion, Sharon realised, at the time Michelle Pfeiffer had been singing her way round Rydell High, dreaming of wild rides on the back of a motorbike, her own "cool rider" had actually only been eight years old. Christ, how ancient did she feel now?
And if it takes forever

Then I'll wa-a-ait forever!

No ordinary boy, no ordinary boy is gonna do

I wanna rider that's cool!
So she shook it off, spending the interlude between verses raising her hands and snapping her fingers, swinging her hips. Vicki's reflection joined her, but soon afterwards, she let out a high pitched giggle that recaptured Sharon's attention. The mirror showed her that Dennis was stood behind them, a smirk on his face so wide she thought he was gonna fracture his jaw. His arms were folded lazily across his chest, so he'd obviously been stood there a while, just enjoying the spectacle. Bastard.
Sharon definitely swung her fringe out her eyes and cleared her throat as she stared at him, which only made the wave of laughter it was pretty obvious he had been fighting to keep back, leap from his throat.
"Oh my God! I thought I could hear something... though I thought it sounded more like a couple of strangled cats..." He flung himself out the way, arms up to protect himself as Vicki seized the first thing to hand, which happened to be a can of hairspray and threw it at him, it caught him off balance and he bounced back against Sharon's bed, struggling into an upright position before carrying right on. "...and I come in 'ere, and there's you two, singing that! Oh that's just classic! It's so... so naff!"
"Oh yeah? Well I heard you and Sharon went for a little ride yourselves!"
Fumbling with the CD player, Sharon's head snapped round at once. "Wh-Who told you that?" she stammered nervously.
She guffawed. "Half the Square, that's who!" And she turned back to Dennis. "What did you think would happen, turning up in the middle of the market to whisk her off like that? Did you think no-one would see?"
"There was nothing "cool" about that Vicks - he's awful!"
His mouth fell open. "Excuse me?"
But Sharon just smirked. She didn't have to answer him, because Vicki cut in. "Well, I'm not surprised, but you-" She hit him across the stomach with the back of her hand. "-are such a show-off. And where'd you get the bike huh? Why didn't you take me for a ride?"
"Cos I'd kill him if he did."
"Sharon!" she whinged, her shoulders sagging. "You just want him all for yourself, don't you?"
"Damn, she's so transparent ain't she, Vicks?" Dennis laughed, sliding his arm across her shoulders as he watched Sharon try to find somewhere to settle her gaze. Vicki had really thrown her, and yet Vicki was the only one who didn't know it.
"Fine!" she said with a giggle, shaking her head as she pulled her dress up from the bed. "Well, I'll go back to my room then! I'm not getting changed in front of him!"
"Awww, darlin', I'm sure if you asked him nicely enough he'd do it for you, maybe show you the "skin-tight leather"?"
"Vicki... say goodbye to your sister darlin', she's about to die!" And Dennis dove across the room. Sharon leapt back, shrieking and trying to fight him off with her hands.
"Leave me alone!" she cried as his arms fell around her, trying to pull her close... pull her to the floor... she didn't know... and Vicki didn't so much as care, snapping the door shut.

As soon as they heard the sound announcing their little sister's departure from the scene, give or take a few of Sharon's heaving breaths of anticipation, Dennis' mouth was upon hers, sucking desperately on her lip, moaning into her enthusiastic kiss, his hands travelling down her back and settling against her bum. He shoved her hard against the dressing table, the ridges of her spine knocking against the buttons of the stereo and somehow releasing the song to the room again.
"F*ck... I'd have mentally scarred the poor cow if she'd stayed-"
Sharon giggled, pulling back, her arms looped around his neck. She ignored his whimper of protest and said, "Me and Chelle brought her up on this-" She tilted her head towards the stereo. "She's already halfway there!"
"Mmm, I dunno how you can be so cruel. I remember this film being about... girls walking round singing... what is it... "Reproduction" before they could even spell it!"
She kissed him again quickly. "Aha, and did little Dennis ever work out where the pollen goes?"
"I got there!"
"I bet you did!"
She stepped back from him, ignoring his grappling hands intent on pulling her back. When he realised this, he straightened up and she stepped round him, giving him ample opportunity to wrap his hands around her hips. She launched herself forward, her pelvis moving into his, and letting him he needed him to move back. He obediently did so, his contact with her not faltering as she forced him back, straddling his lap as he fell back on the bed. She leant over him, her hair hanging down and stroking her lips as she sang to him. He rolled his head back, groaning, but as he looked back up into her face, he grinned and didn't try and stop her!
That's the way it's gonna be

And that's the way that I feel

I wanna whole lot more

Than the boy next door



But of course, the reason for that wasn't that he didn't mind being subjected to tracks that had pretty much maimed his childhood, as they apparently had Vicki's, because he did mind, massively; it was much more the fact that Sharon was pressed hard against him, grinding down on his groin, lowering herself onto his chest, her pouting lips so tantalisingly close as she sang, and get somehow never close enough for him to capture.
I want hell on wheels.

So, move aside

Cos I'm gonna ride

With a

Cool rider, a coo-oo-ool rider

If he's cool enough

He can burn me through and through

Whoa-whoa!
And he thought he'd gotten her as her lips finally sank down onto his, he was wrong, because she pulled back after the briefest second, and he was truly fighting the loudest groan of frustration, but even the thought of Vicki rushing in and finding Sharon on top of him almost wasn't enough, so he busied himself with straightening his back and sitting up, feeling Sharon's knees flinch as they slid around his hips, pressing into the bed linen.