Time After Time

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!
As amused as he was, Dennis was soon bored. She was too close for him to not want to touch her and she wouldn't let him. So in the moment she took to draw breath, he began to nuzzle at her neck, and she moaned, Dennis able to feel the very essence of it pulsing in her throat. But she composed herself, working her fingers gently underneath his chin and tilting it up so he would look at her.
I don't want no ordinary guys

Coming on strong with me

They don't know what I'm looking for

They don't know what I need

They're gonna know it when he gets here

Cos they'll cry and I'll be shaking

I'll do anything anything to let him know

That I'm his... his for the taking!
And before she could take another breath, he pounced upon her mouth, ramming his tongue inside before she could even try forcing out a whimper of protest. He stood up, and she did squeal into the kiss, but clenching her legs around his waist, the balls of her feet pressing into the small of his back, was more important than pulling back to speak. The smirk playing on his lips transmitted as an amused sigh as he turned, laying her down onto the bed and sinking on top of her, his hands pulling at her trousers. Her hands met his, pulling him away, but he couldn't be deterred, murmuring how much he wanted her.
He did however, break away from her lips, to congregrate with his hands, kissing a trail down her stomach. Biting down on her lip and fighting her every resolve not to surrender to him, Sharon wriggled.
"No. No, darlin', stop."
"You don't mean that." he replied, the sound so muffled as he spoke against her skin.
And she tried, she tried so hard to say that she did, but the words she heard herself speak were wrapped in a moan of submission. "No... No... I don't... ohhh, Dennis - don't!"
And she struggled up, fighting him off. But still he looked at her with those big, sad eyes and pulsing lip, knowing full well that is waqs going right through her.
"Don't look at me like that. As much as I'd love to indulge in passionate sex while our little sister across the landing... it's not a risk I'm willing to take."
"I didn't mention sex..." he said cheekily, kissing the slope of her neck again.
"You didn't have to - I know you! Please, don't make this so difficult! Just go... yes, go!" And she pulled him up by the hands, forcing him out the door. "Just go... I'll see you later!"
Almost as soon as Dennis had left her, Sharon was missing him and wanting to call him back. She stared at her own reflection in the mirror, that dopey little smile on her face. God, she was pathetic. But still as she set about curling her hair with Vicki's tongs, Dennis was all she thought about. Could today get any better? Had he made today so fantastic that this night was doomed to fail? There was nothing he could to top what he had already achieved, and that was almost disappointing. Did the progression of events in that case lie with Sharon?
Lifting her dress free from the confines of the wardrobe, she thought about what she wanted from him. She wanted the impossible. She wanted today to last forever and she wanted him forever. It hadn't been easy, it truly hadn't, but he had always come back to her because that was where he worked best. Picking at her words, sulking at her, shouting at her, falling on top of her, dancing with her... making love to her. But how was she meant to demand an eternity from him when no-one around them was likely to give them a week?
She didn't want to be stood here, pulling the strap of her dress over her head thinking that on this, the most romantic night in the calendar, the most romantic day Sharon could ever recall experiencing, wondering when her own romance was going to be over, when her heart would inveitably break over losing him. She shouldn't have been thinking about the pain of looking at Dennis as her brother, when she was so desperate to keep him as her lover. She loved him too much to go back to that. She wanted to be with him forever. But what did that mean? There were so many fights to come and Sharon was scared. He'd told her he wanted her always, but what if she lost him? Ever, it didn't matter how. God, she just needed some reassurance.
I'm tugging at my hair

I'm pulling at my clothes

I'm trying to keep my cool

I know it shows.
"Sharon?"
Settling her hair back against her shoulders, the loose curls lapping at her skin, she turned rapidly round to the calling of her name, relieved to see Dennis and yet simultaneously feeling a knot tighten in her stomach. Was it that he looked so incredible, the definition of his every muscle showing through the thin fabric of his shirt, or was it the fear she daren't address for the future she dreaded becoming her present?
She smiled apprehensively, and he stepped further into the room, his mouth hanging agape. The expression alone complimented her more than words could. But they came too.
"Oh God... you're so beautiful..."
"No I'm not." she replied instinctively, feeling herself blush.
"Yes, you are." he shot back, rushing across the room and snatching up her hands. "Don't argue. You look... so much more than amazing."
I'm staring at my feet

My cheeks are turning red

I'm searching for the words inside my head

Cos I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

Cos I know you're worth it.

I know you're worth it, yeah.
"It's a good job it's you I'm doing this for then isn't it?"
And he just grinned at her, shaking his head and barely able to believe how incredible she really was. It was like an instinct to wrap his arms tight around her, pulling her against his chest and rocking her.
"Dennis...?" she began, hardly knowing where the address had come from, so many words she daren't speak burning the inside of her throat.
"Sharon?"
She wound herself so tight around him, squeezing him fiercely tight as he held her, wanting to feel him close, to hear those shallow little breaths in her ear, to inhale his scent always... what was she meant to do if he wasn't hers forever?
"I... wanted to say..."
If I could say what I wanna say

I'd say I wanna blow you away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight?

If I could say what I wanna see

I wanna see you go down on one knee

"Marry me today!"

I guess I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say.
But the words did not come and she pulled regretfully back with a sigh so huge, Dennis couldn't have avoided hearing it as she fell defeatedly down against the bed, not meeting his eye.
"Honey?" he murmured quietly, scrambling down next to her, his foot wound underneath him. "What is it?"
When she finally looked at him, Dennis nearly began to cry. Why did she look so broken? Tears were brimming in her eyes she knew he could see, and it was several painfully long seconds before she lifted her hand to wipe them away, laughing weakly.
It don't do me any good

It's just a waste of time

What use is to you

What's on my mind?

If it ain't coming out

We're not going anywhere

So why can't I just tell you that I care?

Cos I'm feeling nervous

Trying to be so perfect

Cos I know you're worth it.

I know you're worth it, yeah.
"I promised myself I'd never sound as desperate as this... Dennis... when you say all the things you want for us, do you mean 'em?"
"What sort of question's that? Course I do."
"So you wanna be with me forever... it don't matter what people say... what they try and do... you're still gonna be with me?"
"Yeah, I am. I'm gonna be right here."
"And you won't ever leave me?" The desperation crept thick into her voice, making it crack.
The horror was evident in his tone. He shifted against the duvet and wrapped his hands around her jaw. "No! Don't you dare even think it!"
And he bruised her quivering lips with a determination she couldn't help but feel, whimpering against him. "I want so much with you... but I'm so scared. I'm scared that's something's gonna happen and I'm gonna lose you, that I'm gonna have to make myself pretend I never felt like this..."
"Listen to me." he said sternly, looking her full in the eyes, the glimmer in his own somehow finding it's way deep down inside of her. "I'm not to be lost alright? Nothing's gonna happen to us, and soon you won't have to pretend about anything because we will be together, and I'm gonna give you everything you want OK? That's what I'm always gonna do... and I'm going precisely nowhere without you. Cos me and you... we're getting back on a bike, and you can scream your way round as many corners as you like, as loudly as you like. You can hold on so tight, I'll bleed for ya. And I'll love it, cos I'm gonna be right there next to you when you see all the things you ever wanted to see-"
"Everything?"
"Name it."
If I could say what I wanna say

I'd say I wanna blow you away

Be with you every night

Am I squeezing you too tight?

If I could say what I wanna see

I wanna see you go down on one knee

"Marry me today!"

I guess I'm wishing my life away

With these things I'll never say.
But she couldn't, shrugging his gentle instruction away and wiping her eyes. He'd lovingly wiped the dirty great mascara tracks from her face with a tissue before kissing her eyelids and getting up to leave her to re-applying her make-up. Sharon never did find out why he'd wandered into her room. And it didn't matter much, because she was so consumed by the idea that, no matter what he said to her now, the one thing she wanted from him was the one thing she had spent all day ensuring he would no longer be prepared to offer.

Sharon made her way over to the club alone. Vicki had bounded over practically as soon she had pulled her dress over her head, her make-up bag still in hand. Sharon could just imagine her to be desperate to get back over there to get on with the Macarena! Sharon didn't feel quite so steady, reapplying her eye make-up at least five times before she could bear to look at her reflection. But she steeled herself and left the house, concentrating on nothing besides the clanking of her heels against the pavement as her club... this night drew nearer.
She slipped past the buzzing queue spilling out across the street with a weak smile at Flynn. She barely realised that Dennis was stood there too, until he rushed down the empty stairwell after her, pulling on her hand and pushing her into the corner, the uneven surface of the brickwork pressing uncomfortably into her bare back.
"Hey."
"Hi." she gasped, feeling completely surrounded by him, light-headed.
"Alright?"
"Yeah. Course." And she wished he would kiss her, but knew he wouldn't because an audience was imminent. Looking over his shoulder, she could already see people striding through the doors in force. In fact, it sounded as though one poor girl had already fallen off her shoes, and that had only risen raucous laughter from her very caring companions, while others tried to surge past her. "Look, you better get back out there yeah?"
Dennis gnawed at his lip, reluctantly surveying the scene in the doorway. "Sure?"
"Uh-hmm, positive."
He surprised her in the next moment as he lowered his mouth, his lips working hers, teasing them open with his tongue before slipping in, flicking in and out of the cavern of her mouth for another moment, quite determined she would not miss a single sensation.
"Love you." he said simply before turning obediently back up the stairs, leaving her barely steadied against the wall, stunned. It was pretty probable they had been seen. All the girl who had fallen over would have to have done was look round. But why would she care? And why didn't Sharon?
And as the night began, the realisation crippled her still, so much so that sometimes she could barely stand, leaning heavily against the bar as she reached into the fridge underneath for mixers or whatever. Her eyes were always searching for Dennis, and wherever she found him, he was still too far away, and if he appeared to be talking to, God forbid, a woman then he was doing her a great injustice, even though she had no trouble recalling that she had described him as the Den's "biggest attraction", she hadn't expected to feel like this as he complied with it. She was jealous. And it was in that moment, she realised how deep she had fallen. She could lose him to any woman in this bar tonight, and only because she couldn't let it show that he was hers, however much she wanted to keep him.
And the sickening feeling rising in her stomach only intensified as she recognised Libby propped up against the bar, inspecting the cocktail list, raising her eyes in Dennis' general direction every minute or so. Damn, the little bitch looked so good - but what was she doing here, in Sharon's club, still eyeing up Sharon's man?
Even from across the room, he seemed to understand the look her saw in her eyes, and he meandered across the filling bar, and it took a good five minutes to fight his way through to the other side, stepping up behind Sharon, and thankfully not having to worry about the projection of his voice, but still stooping to her ear, wanting to be close, to be able to take in her sugary scent.

"What's the face for gorgeous?"
"What's she doing here?"
"Who?" And Dennis was so close to Sharon that as he turned to follow the direction of a rather venemous glare, his cheek was pressed against hers, her warm breath playing against his skin. And then he saw her. And he tried to ignore the feeling of his stomach dropping. Shit.
He sounded a lot less bothered than he felt. "Same as everyone else I expect, darlin'."
"Yeah... drooling over you!"
"Oh stop it. You're gonna make me blush!"
"Am I bollocks - you have to have a sense of shame to blush!" He just shrugged and moved out onto the floor, well aware that her eyes were going to be burning into him, wanting to survey him, to check he was not lost.
You're standing there alone

And so am I

But I want you here

By my side

Ohhh

You smiled at me

Is everything this staring game?

That song of love.



He turned round with a smirk, his hands slapping against his calves. He didn't say anything. The glimmer in his eyes told Sharon that he was just waiting, so muttering to Liz to cover the bar, she strode towards him, her own eyes wide with question. As soon as she was close enough, he'd lifted her hands into his and was pulling her close, murmuring into her hair as they moved.
"Forget her. This is about you and me."
I look you in the eyes

I try to read your thoughts

I ask you to go with me

To a far off place
As they moved back into the crowds, Sharon just stared into his face, so many words once again burning dry in her throat. There was so much she could say to him as he smiled intently at her, that perfectly kissable teasing smile edging out across his lips for her to admire. They said nothing to each other, just savouring the innocent way they were touching because it had come to mean so much to them both. And yet Sharon still heard something, something fierce she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge as the music flooding the room swept her away like an ocean wave. She heard promise. With nothing except the unnerving desire flaring in those depthless eyes, he was promising her everything. And she so wanted to take it.
I look you in the eyes

I try to read your thoughts

I ask you to go with me

To a far off place
She felt the sway of his hips encouraging her back, so she straightened her arm and span in, his arm came around her waist before she settled against his chest, and she span beneath his hand, feeling the back of his hand press into her spine, encouraging the smoothness of her movement. Her arm wrapped around his neck, he lifted her gently from the floor, spinning her round again as he grinned up at her, able to see the laughter sliding out from the corners of her mouth as she clung on.
You and me dancing the night away

You can feel my heart beating so hard

We look eye to eye

But I'm swept away.
When she came back to the floor, she took up his hand again, slipping her fingers through and swaying gently.
On a moonlit walk on the beach

Watching the sunrise for the first time

I'm in a trance... for that one slow dance
We don't have to talk

We don't have to live at all

I just want you here with me

We don't have to talk

We don't have to live at all

I just want you here