Time After Time

You and me.
She stretched up, gently kissing his cheek as his hand brushed down her thigh. Without even pausing for thought, not even thinking that thanks to the many, many couples packed in around them that perhaps she would be heard however low she kept her voice. It didn't matter to her. She was protected within this little bubble, where only she and Dennis existed, dancing in each other's arms. So, she whispered
"You're so incredible... I wanna kiss you so much...."



Sharon hated having to surrender Dennis back to the club. She wanted to dance with him forever, but knew that if she did, looking at him the way she was then she may as well have announced to the whole world that she'd been shagging her own brother mercilessly for the past fortnight and had no intention of stopping. He'd whispered that he was sorry, sorry he'd have to pretend that he wasn't looking at her, when really he was gonna be undressing her with his eyes from across the room, whoever it seemed he was looking at, whoever she saw him talking to, she only had to know that he couldn't wait to be undressing her for real. The corner of his mouth caught her cheek as he slipped away, resulting in a tender half-kiss that made her quiver, savouring the sensation before she was spinning round searching him out again. She quivered again as she realised he was gazing over his shoulder, smiling as his smoky eyes locked with hers.
Sharon only managed to stop herself rushing forward and snogging his face off by hearing a voice she immediately recognised as Vicki's calling her name. Regretfully she turned away, smiling sweetly across at her sister, who was half hanging off a barstool, looking thoroughly miserable in comparision to the girl who had been Time Warping like there was no tomorrow no more than two hours ago. What had happened?
For one sickening moment, as she went towards her calling "Alright, darlin'?" Sharon wondered if she had been sussed. It's not as if Dennis hadn't given Vicki enough clues, enough chances to work out what was really going on between them.
But no. She just thrust her chin into her palm, looking pointedly at her watching muttering "Spencer."
"Oh!" God, how relieved was she? "He's probably forgotten what time we started... lost his phone..." She reached across and squeezed her hand reassuringly.
She spent several minutes clock watching with Vicki as she waited for Spencer, and constantly reassuring her that she looked gorgeous and that he would be here very soon, Sharon turned around, to the call for more cocktails at the other end of the bar. Vicki gave her a weak smile of permission, not lifting her chin from her palm, her eyes not moving from her watch. So Sharon moved off, smiling apologetically at the women clamouring for more Manhattans. Of course, she could have made them up herself, but Sharon knew full well it wasn't her skill they were paying to admire. So she craned her neck round, looking for Dennis, aware that there was a slight pang right in the centre of her chest that told her she was missing him.
But she didn't have to miss him much longer. As she sought him out from the crowds, the feeling went as quickly as quickly as it had come, and she felt her smile vanish from her lips in a moment. Because, there he was, in the corner, chatting rather cosily with Libby, heads bowed and smiles a-plenty. The look she flung in that direction must have been pretty filthy as it gained Vicki's attention on the thousandth time she looked up to see if Spencer had arrived yet.
"Sharon... Sharon what's wrong?"
"Tell your brother I need a word eh darlin'? Now."
Vicki knew there was something wrong immediately, and though her eye fell anxiously back onto her watch, the seconds still ticking by, she seemed to get the message and sloped off to go and get him.
Sharon knew Vicki understood there was a problem, because Sharon had been extra careful when mentioning the fact Dennis was a brother. She'd apologised to him for it many times since they had asserted themselves as a couple, but when Vicki was around, she threw about "our brother" in abundance. She couldn't have Vicki suspecting anything until she was ready, and so for her to deliberately cast Dennis off as her blood meant, to the younger sister particularly, that there was an argument brewing.
Dennis came through the crowds, Vicki pulling at his hand. He was smiling, until he saw Sharon's stony glare. Then that smug look she'd have otherwise smacked right off his face dropped from existence, and he hunched his shoulders, looking awkwardly between the two women.
"What?"
Luckily, Spencer came rushing in, seemingly tripping over himself in his haste, and Vicki dropped her brother's hand and rushed over to her boyfriend. "Er, later guys!"
Her departure just left Dennis to sneak uncomfortable glances at Sharon, whose expression remained unchanged as she snarled "In the office, now!"
Sighing, Dennis straightened out and pushed his way through. Sharon stormed after him, her heels clacking angrily against the floor. She barely noticed the cry of uproar from the gaggle of women still waiting at the end of the bar.
She slammed the door shut behind her, and Dennis flinched, taking in steady breaths for several seconds before he turned to face her, clawing back his lip in apprehension.


You don't have to move, you don't have to speak

Lips for biting

You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak

Eyes for striking
Sharon was angry. She could tell by the look in his eyes that he knew what she had seen, but still he didn't seem fazed by it. She had many options at that moment. She could have thrown something at him, she could have screamed at him, but then... she realised there was only one way of getting through to him. She stood close, pulling in a breath, and watching him search her face.
She forced her lips onto his, her fury spilling out into her kiss. He felt it too as she pressed her nails hard into his jaw, and he winced, sure he already felt the stinging scratches, but he could not pull back, surrendering to her, his drenched palms sliding down her back. But as she felt him try and balance the control of this situation, she shoved him back hard against the sofa. He stumbled but he didn't care, experiencing too many emotions to give it thought. He was confused. Vicki had said she was pissed off, and that had certainly showed in her face and the way she had spoken to him. So why was he so eager to kiss her back? Why wasn't he demanding to know why she had been so hostile only to be all over him in the next moment?
In a way, he understood. Her possessiveness was exciting. But only in a way that didn't scream for him to pull away. She'd never been like this. It was much more his style than it was hers, but he knew he already loved it. Her mouth upon his own was too insistent for it to even become a proper thought. He groaned just for that split second when she wasn't crushed against him. Her kiss came back, hard and desperate as she straddled him; knowing but not caring that her heel was digging in most uncomfortably just above his knee. He deserved it, he deserved it all.
Now I'm twisted up when I'm twisted with you

Brush so lightly

And time trickles down, I'm breathing for two

Squeeze so tightly
"You... bastard..." she gasped between kisses, refusing to let him push his tongue into her mouth, grinding against his excited groin each time she pulled that little way back from his lips. "You wanted her... again.... didn't you? Thought you'd... f*ck her in... here too did you? Thought you'd f*ck her like... like you're gonna f*ck me hmmm?"
He stared at her, before attacking her neck with his mouth, sucking on her and making her cry out, pressing harder against him. His nose struck the slope of her neck several times in quick succession, and it took her a while to realise he was nodding, before swirling his tongue around the section of skin he had just bruised, wanting to soothe it.
I'll be fine, you'll be fine

This moment seems so long

Don't waste now, precious time

We'll dance inside the song.
With a frustrated groan, she leant back, literally pulling herself free from Dennis' mouth, before fumbling with his belt. She lifted herself a little from his lap and his drenched palms swept up her thighs, pulling her dress up away from her legs, knowing that she at least had his attention as his hungry eyes took in every detail of the thigh she was revealing.
"You'll... never... do that... to me... again... understand?"
What makes you one to shake me down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you
Yanking the belt free from the loops with one determined yank, Sharon let it slip through her fingers to the floor. "If I... ever see you with her again... I'll castrate you with your own vodka bottle... got that?"
He moaned wordlessly that he had as she clawed at his shirt, so desperate for it to be gone that she couldn't master the buttons, literally tearing it from his back with a definite rip. He managed an amused whisper of a laugh before she was forcing his trousers over his calves, searching out his hot, hard cock. His hands were against her buttocks, guiding her down to him, letting go of a shallow moan as the muscles in her walls clenched around him.
She sinks in my mind as she sheds through her skin

Touch like taste like fire

Hands do now what eyes no longer defend

Hands to fuel desire.
His hands casing her jaw, Dennis kissed her, sucking desperately on her lip, just wanting to be inside her mouth... to be completely inside her. She permitted him, but she fought him with her own tongue for every moment he was there, flicking in and out of her mouth, gasping each time his thrusts up into her were met by one of her own.
"Tell me you're sorry." she demanded, using a lot of her will to lift herself from him, his length still rubbing against her engorged clit.
"Alright..." he managed somewhat breathlessly, so wrapped up in what she was doing to him. "I'm sorry."
"I mean it. I ever see her again, I'll break her legs... see if she can get you to screw her then!"
His hands were still against her buttocks, and though he nodded, trying to make it look as though he was paying attention; all he wanted was to feel himself move inside her again, he wanted to hear her cry out his name; so he pulled at her, trying to force her back down onto him. Sharon obliged, shifting just the tiniest distance so that just the tip of his cock was inside her, swelling, so desperate was he to be further inside her.
"... and if I see you anywhere near the little slag, or anyone, I'm gonna break your neck. Alright?"
"Yes!" he cried, which could have doubled as a gasp of pleasure. Sharon figured that that was probably it because he was shifting underneath her, trying to move into her.
"You're mine... no-one touches what's mine... no-one... and I'm telling you now... I get jealous... very... very... jealous."
She edged down onto him, with each of her words, revelling in the way it showed such a slow action taunted him. With her final huskily spoken wordm she sank down into his lap, loving the way it felt to finally have all of him buried deep inside her, stretching her as he moved.
Not left with the power to answer her, he thrust harder into her, a guttural moan accompanying this exertion. She understood him and began to kiss hot trails across his bare glistening chest as he fucked her. By the time she'd gone up his neck and across his jaw to his quivering lips, she knew she was wet enough to come, but he was loathe to allow it yet, slamming into her again and again, not willing to stop til she told him how good he felt, til she screamed it.
I'll be fine, you'll be fine

This moment seems so long

Don't waste now, precious time

We'll dance inside the song.

What makes you one to shake me down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you
Unable to hold her off any longer, Dennis let her rest against his chest, her arms looped around his neck, gulping back those first blistering cries of release as she rode down onto him, teasing him, prolonging this moment.
Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah

Ooh, ah
But they fought against her throat, and he watched, mezmerized as she screamed his name, begging for him, so tight around him that the sound was soon not just hers. And somewhere, in this heavy haze of vicious perfectness, Dennis realised that they could be heard and though he'd have loved to tell someone, anyone that he was here with Sharon, enjoying her mouth, her moans, the idea petrified him all at once. Not for himself, but for Sharon, because he thought he knew what she would do the moment they were discovered, and he just wanted to keep hold of her, to enjoy it that little bit longer. So he forced his lips upon hers, and she did not try and fight him, surrendering each shuddering moan to the depths of his mouth, his own cries bouncing off her tongue as their respective orgasms went through them.
I'll be fine, you'll be fine

Is this fine? I'm not fine!

Give me pieces

Give me things to stay awake

What makes you one to shake me down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

What makes you one to shake me down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound

Say now you want to shake me too

Move down to me, slip into you

Move down to me, slip into you



Without words, Sharon stayed against him only to watch a smile appear on his lips, to know that he had definitely understood her. She climbed up, smoothing down her dress and heading towards the door. Dennis began forming words of protest, but Sharon laughed them quietly away with a smirk and glanced back, prompting him to flush in embarrassment and leap up to recover his belt.
"I'll go home - get you another shirt shall I?"

Sharon was barely noticed, stealing out across the Square, with the exception of the security staff at the door, who were too busy pulling invites out of sweaty hands to even acknowledge her clattering past. Though it was pretty obvious, Sharon didn't realise it was raining until the torrents of it slid down her back, seeping through her dress and sending shivers rocketing down her back. It was like a soddin' monsoon. Her hair was practically slicked back against her crown, the curls dropping out, it was immediately so drenched. Fantastic. She could feel damp tracks on her cheeks too - she was gonna be looking like a clown then. Great.
So she raced the rest of the way home, slamming into the empty house and rushing up the stairs to Dennis' room without pausing for breath, banging open the wardrobe and pulling out a shirt that seemed to have been hanging there waiting for her to come and claim it. It was black and it was beautiful. At least that's how Dennis would look. Just imagining it was making her tingle. Pathetic, but the shirt definitely did something for her.
You are a getaway car, a rush of blood to the head

But me, I'm just the covers on top of your bed
She crashed her way through the rest of the house searching for a bag to carry the shirt back to him in, but not before she'd left Dennis' room with a rather longing look in the direction of the bed.
Finding a book bag in the back of Vicki's warbrobe, Sharon slipped the shirt inside, the cool silk sliding through her fingers. She didn't bother with putting the strap over her head, she just rushed through to the bathroom and pulled what must have been half a loo roll off the wall, winding it round her hand and wiping off the rivers of mascara across her cheeks and hoping that she didn't look too awful without it. Then with a sigh to prepare herself, she turned and forced herself to run back outside into the relentless downpour, squealing as this time, she realised immediately how cold it truly was. Perhaps she should have been grateful that her dress went little past her knees and did not drag into the puddles - but she rushed straight through so many of them anyway, she managed to splash herself right up to the thigh. By the time, she got back to the club, she felt extremely attractive. The queue outside had dwindled somewhat, a poor dishevelled looking Flynn herding everybody through, barely able to see past his own nose.
"C'mon in now!" she yelled above the thundering of the rain. "Let them sort themselves out, you're gonna catch something if you don't come dry off soon!"
So he followed her down into the bar, smiling away the odd looks they received from those who had been fortunate enough to arrive dry.
"Liz, get Flynn a drink eh? I'm just gonna go and get him some towels from out the back, see if we can't dry him off a bit!"
"You an' all by the looks."
"Yeah."
And she slipped into the office, still clutchin the book bag, shivering as she shook the rain from her hair.
"Jesus, what happened to you?"



You steer in the rear view mirror, and make my head swim

I'll keep you warm and not ask you where you've been
She followed the voice and found Dennis on the couch much as she had left him - topless - but lazily slurping gin from a tumbler, the smirk evident upon his lips even as he sipped.
"Heavens... opened..."
"Well, it definitely looks that way don't it?"
"I must look a state..." she muttered, raking her hands through her hair.
He pushed himself up and wandered towards her, pulling the bag from her grasp and letting it drop to the floor with disinterest before leaning in and kissing her lightly, his arms snaking round her, the glass of gin pressed into her back.
In your backless black dress soaked to the skin

When it's said and done, they're all scrambling

We're friends... we're friends

Just because we move units.
"You? Never."
"Mmmm." she murmured against him, not really believing him as she pulled back to stoop for the bag. "So... no-one ask any questions?"
"Well, Vicki did come in..."
"What did you tell her?"
His eyes glittered mischievously as he stared at her for a moment. "Well, of course I told her that her wonderfully sensible sister had shagged me senseless on this here couch-"
"Dennis..."
He laughed gently. She was too easy. "It's alright - she just wanted to know what had happened to the shirt-" He eyed the shredded remains of it where it still lay on the floor.
"And what did you tell her?"
He lifted the glass from over her shoulder. "Told her I'd spilt this."
Sharon raised an eyebrow. "What and that you just happened to tear the shirt off your own back in the process?"
"Well yeah." he shot back flirtatiously. "Anyway, don't you go looking at me like that. This is your fault..."
"Yeah... you're just jealous this is backless and you couldn't do the same!"
"Do you know how selfish that makes you?"
"Hmmm... selfish enough to bring over another shirt... to catch my death for ya, that's how." And she pulled the shirt out and threw it at him, taking a moment to admire his chest as he slipped into it, the silk hugging his every muscle and giving her butterflies. He caught her looking at him, smirking as he worked the buttons through.



Feeling herself blush, she turned away, rifling through the cupboards for the towels she only just remembered she had promised poor sodden Flynn. Reaching right to the back to pull a couple free, she tossed them onto the couch, just catching sight of Dennis again out the corner of her eye.
Oh God, he was so beautiful.
She could feel that her mouth was gaping, and the reception of it showed in the undeniably humoured look on his face. She half stumbled towards him, feeling his arms come around her and hold her up before she even considered herself to be close.
His fingers slipped under her chin, tilting her head up, her lips so tantalisingly close. She took in a great heaving breath that only excited him as she smiled, daring him without words to do what she would if he didn't. So he brushed his lips against hers, met immediately by the force of her own kiss that nearly made him lose his balance. But up he stayed, desperate to touch her, his hands falling everywhere as they fought to pull each other closer, wanting to be the first to thrust their tongue into the other's mouth, wanting to feel the reaction.
Sharon's hands were sliding up and down his chest, trying to catch her nails into the material.
"Mmm, what you gonna do, rip this one off an' all?"
"Yep."
"And with that she rammed her tongue into his mouth, her fingers this time creeping round to the buttons and teasing them open.
She nearly screamed into his mouth as there came a soft knock at the door. "Sharon?"
Sharon shoved Dennis regretfully back. "Flynn." she murmured, kissing him hurriedly just one more time, not really wanting to leave his lips at all. "Come in." she said, directing her words to the door as she cleared her throat.
Flynn came into the room looking little better than Sharon remembered. He looked just as drowned as her. With a sympathetic smile, she lurched for the towels, handing them to him.
"Here. Look, we'll go... get out of your way. Take as long as you like. I'll go dry myself out.. somehow." And she smirked at Dennis, taking his hand.
"Oh yeah, and how are you gonna do that?"
"You're gonna dance with me!"
As she pulled him out onto the floor, everyone was up and dancing, arms raised, hips swinging and smiles wider than the bar. It was infectious, and Sharon wasted no time in pushing herself out into a lunge and spinning beneath his hand and stepping round to meet his hips.