Time After Time

Strike us like matches

Cos everyone deserves the flames

We only do it for the scars and stories

Not the fame.
They sprang apart, their hands above their head, fingers laced together as they span underneath this arch. It was always the most incredible feeling, because the walls would move and the people around them would become out of focus, creating a buzz that just couldn't be described. It was like they were weaving their own world around them, and no-one mattered because they were always creating something beautiful when they danced. It was all about just them, as they held each other.
At least everyone is trying, everybody's shining

Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame

Such a shame.
Stepping to the right, Sharon pushed forward against his hand so he stepped back on his right, pulling her round into a lazy waltz.
The sounds of this small town

Make my ears hurt
As they stopped, he leant over her, forcing her to bend her spine and accept the position of the world as he swung down into an arc, clutching her hands. As she straightened up, she span around, pressing against his chest, the silk of his shirt causing a delicious friction across her bare skin. He kept hold of her hands, raising them again and lunging to the right, meaning she dropped against him, down into his arms.
Oh yeah, you caught me, but I caught you one worse
Getting up, she found Dennis' hand against her thigh, lifting her leg (a nice shooting pain went right up her calf but she ignored it, too exhilarated by his touch) around his hip, her heel pressing into his buttock.
They say "You wanna war?"

"You gotta war.
And he spun round, lifting her from the floor, her arms tightening around his neck.
But who are you fighting for?"
On the floor again, Sharon stepped back, straightened her arm and felt Dennis immediately pull her back so she was crushed against him, sliding down his form to the floor before leaping up again, stepping round him by slipping her knee between his.
The tide's out, the ship's run aground

We drown traitors in shallow water!
He rushed at her, pulling her so close the sweat prickling against his skin leapt to hers as they swayed wildly, laughing against each other's ears.
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.

Strike us like matches

Cos everyone deserves the flames

We only do it for the scars and stories

Not the fame.

At least everyone is trying, everybody's shining

Everyone deserves the flames but it's such a shame

Such a shame.


Definitely more able to trust him now, Sharon let Dennis move off from her as he pleased, amused to watch him preparing cocktails at one end of the bar for the self-same crowd of clamouring women - women who couldn't have him. Vicki sidled up to her, sounding a little out of breath. She'd obviously been dancing pretty hard herself. But she still found herself amused enough by her brother's snaking hips to mention the spectacle Sharon made missed earlier, and was she sorry she had.
"You should try his speciality... Liz loved it."
Sharon gestured towards Dennis' arse with a laugh. "Wouldn't you?"
"Probably. So you want one then?"
"Nah, let him enjoy his audience." she said dismissively with a wave in the hand, although she couldn't deny she was impressed with the way the shaker seemed to sail through the air and still find its way back into his hands.
"Then I demand you dance with me!" she cried happily, perking up immediately.
"Well... what about Spencer?"
She pressed her palm against her forehead, laughing. "Sharon... it didn't take many of those classes to work out that Spencer doesn't dance - it's like a physical impossibility. It's driving me mental - I wanna dance!"
"Then ask Dennis..."
"Nah." she said rather listlessly. "He wouldn't get it. I wanna... do something stupid, and not care how it looks... oh c'mon Sharon, let's be spontaneous!"
"Alright, alright!" Sharon laughed flinging up her hands. "C'mon then Miss Fowler, what's your plan?"
Vicki grinned, swivelling in her seat and lifting herself up onto the bar top, scrambling to her feet crying "I wanna dance!"
And it was as if the whole bar heard her, cos there was a split second's silence and then as if the music flooding the room could have been conversing with her. It made Sharon laugh. This could only have worked for a not-nearly-drunk-enough Vicki, tapping out the beat with the twitching of her knee, clapping her hands, raised high above her head as she clattered around the bar top.
Do you wanna dance and hold my hand?

Tell me baby, I'm your lover man.

Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
"You dancing there then are you darlin'?"
"Yeah. But I'm lonely! C'mon Sharon!"
"No! No way!"
"Oh please!" The really irritating thing was that Vicki was well aware that doing the little pouty thing with her mouth melted Sharon's heart, and could persuade her into the most ridiculous of things. So with a defeated sigh, shaking her disblievingly, she went round to the other side of the bar, swept up in Vicki's whooping in response to her approach. She snatched up one of the glasses Dennis had just prepared and knocked it back with a gasp, barely allowing the taste to hit her tongue. It seemed to go right through her and with a cry up to Vicki said
"Right, I'm ready!"
"Yes! C'mon Sharon."
And just as she was about to move to pull herself up onto the bar, she instead felt someone pulling desperately on her hand. She whirled round so fast that she saw the ends of her still dripping hair whip Dennis across the face. But with a sigh, he forgot about it, returning to the wide eyed look he had been displaying from the moment he had realised what she was about to do.
"Are you mad? You'll break your fuckin' neck! You'll trip over glasses... or her!"
"Oh baby, live a little!"
And she clambered up anyway. Dennis sighed in exasperation, but then settled against the bar to watch, telling himself that he was probably gonna have to catch one, if not both of them in a minute or two.
Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?

Hold me baby all through the night

Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
Vicki rushed over at Sharon, everyone around them seeming to snatch up their glasses to clear the way, and flung her arms around her with a happy shriek, hugging her tight as if she hadn't seen her for a year. Then they leapt back, hands clasped together, tracing out figures of 8 with thir hips as they worked their way down to their feet, crouching for a moment amongst whatever was left on the bar top. Dennis leant forward at that moment, realising that such a corkscrew action was causing Sharon's dress to ride up her thigh.
Do you... do you... do you

Do you wanna dance?

Do you... do you... do you

Do you wanna dance?

Do you... do you... do you

Do you wanna dance?
As they straightened up, they wrapped an arm round each other's waist and anchored their heels to initiate the perfect turn. It was only then that Sharon caught the look on Dennis' face. He was leaning a little to the side trying to admire what had now been hidden from him. So she sashayed past Vicki, rolling her hips into her as she passed, delighting in watching her giggle, and crouched down in front of Dennis, who drank in her closeness appreciatively with his eyes. Smirking, she closed his gaping mouth with a flick of her fingertip.
"What d'you think you're gawping at hmmm?"
"Oh, that'd be telling."
"You looking for another go on that couch?"
"You offering?"
Sharon just smiled and pushed herself up by pressing against her knees. "You getting up here or what?"



"I'm enjoying the view thanks."
"Oh I'm sorry. Maybe I didn't make myself clear. Get up here now... or you're gonna get very lonely come kicking out time."
"Oh, I am, am I?"
He slipped out past her and worked his way across the floor, Sharon distractedly dancing with her sister as she looked for him. She thought she saw him muttering in the DJ's ear, and the smirk she found in his face as he fought his way back to the bar pretty much confirmed it. Oh God, what had he done?
Vicki had seen it too, and leant back towards Sharon, yelling: "Don't worry... I have this timed!"
Eh?
She didn't have time to think about it, cos as she turned round, she realised, with a jolt of her stomach, that Dennis was stood tall behind her, swinging his hips, catching her own and spinning her round, his arm falling around her waist. The instinct came to brush her hand lovingly against his cheek, framing his face, just as it did with him. They smiled, concealing laughs as they registered the round of drunken "Ohhh!" that met them. Perhaps some of them were about to jump up there an' all and yell "She's shagging him in case you hadn't realised - and he's dying to get his hands into her knickers while he's up here - look at him!"
Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?

Kiss me baby all through the night

Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
He moved off over to Vicki, knowing that he couldn't neglect her. He leant over her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist and swaying with her, nestling his chin into her shoulder, almost relieved to hear the same reaction come from the crowds.
Do you wanna dance under the moonlight?

Squeeze me; squeeze me all through the night.

Oh baby, do you wanna dance?
He stepped back, about the same distance between both women, taking up one of each of their hands and stepping out so they locked their arms as he raised their hands high, his wrist clicking as he encouraged them to spin. He watched them grinning at each other as they did so, and he realised pretty soon that he was the envy of almost every bloke there, much to the anger of their girlfriends. But oh, it was so great being able to be the one that showed off, and didn't have to give a damn!
Do you... do you... do you

Do you wanna dance?

Do you... do you... do you

Do you wanna dance?

Do you... do you... do you

Do you-
Vicki span away from him as the music died, and Dennis smirked as Sharon stumbled against him. He'd get these two.

Only, it was Vicki that was grinning as the next song started up, grinning over at the DJ. Dennis felt his lips shift into a scowl as the women around them all screamed appreciatively, jumping up and down and throwing up their hands before they began singing along mid-line, the one's before drowned out by their own reception.
Humidity's rising

Barometer's getting low
Sharon and Vicki did everything to encourage them from their heightened positions on top the bar, and it took Dennis a moment to realise that he was stood up there too. Oh shit - he really should get down. He tried, but found he was stuck fast, both of them hanging on fiercely to his hands, drilling in their nails - God, Vicki had nails? - so hard that he was in pain. But of course, he couldn't let that show.
Cos according to all sources

The street's the place to go.

Cos tonight for the first time

Just about half past ten
Dennis could feel his stomach tighten, sure that over his shoulder he could see many if not all of the female bar staff climbing up onto the bar too, creeping... crawling... like an army of the undead or something. They all straightened up with a determined flick of their hair and click of their heels. Oh bloody hell, it wasn't just the women. Flynn and Guy, Harry & Jamie were all up there as well. About a dozen gyrating, laughin, clicking swinging people had hijacked the bar space, and Dennis' only gut-wrenching thought was: Why didn't anyone cover the door... the cloakroom anymore? Anyone? Anywhere? Please?!
But no-one was paying any attention, too engrossed in yet another show of the night. The girls; punctated well by the men who had decided that this time they would not miss out; sank down to the floor, jutting out their hips and pressing their splayed fingertips against the bar top.
For the first time in history

It's gonna start raining men.
They leapt up again, throwing back their hands and lifting their lithe arms above their heads, wiggling their fingers as their hands drifted down, falling in a crossover across their pelvises before throwing up their arms again, spinning enthusiastically underneath this incomplete arch.
It's raining men

Hallejuah!

It's raining men!

Amen!

It's raining men

Hallejuah!

It's raining men!

Amen!
Sharon tossed her hair over her shoulder as she came up again, knowing that rain droplets that were hanging fast shook over them all. There were cries of protest that were squandered by raucous laughter and whoops and cheers. They got her point then!
Humidity's rising

Barometer's getting low
All the girls stepped forward, rolling their shoulders back against the man they were closest to as they would done their hips, resting their heads lazily against the shoulder they came to first, cheekily placing their hand against a cheek, caressing their way along the not-so-poor bloke's cheekbone. Dennis had flinched, but the smile that sat casually in the corner of his mouth had won out.
Cos according to all sources

The street's the place to go.
Snatching up Sharon's hand, not really noticing or caring that everyone seemed to be following his lead now, Dennis extended her arm and wrapped it around his neck, lifting her up into one quick and light spin.
Cos tonight for the first time

Just about half past ten
On their own feet again, the girls stepped out a fraction in front of the guys, pulling their hands from around their backs and slipping their fingers through before lifting them into the air, the exchanged body heat prickling at skin.
For the first time in history

It's gonna start raining men!
Pulling the girls arms down into a hoizontal line against their own with one stilted movements, the guys released the right hand, leaving the girls to step round and meet their other hand, pushed out into a spin that brought them precariously near the edge of the bar.
It's raining men

Hallejuah!

It's raining men!

Amen!

It's raining men

Hallejuah!

It's raining men!

Amen!
Dennis hands crept around Sharon's hips, and she clamped her hand over his, spinning round to face him and feeling him lift her again, higher and higher, spinning round slowly. She didn't wrap her arms around him; she stretched them out behind hind, a satisfied smile on her face as she savoured the feel of hot, sticky energetic air on her burning skin.
I'm gonna go out

I'm gonna let myself get

Absolutely soaking wet!
He brought her down away from the edge, grinning at her, unable to make himself stop, as his hips met hers at each circuit.
It's raining men

Hallejuah!

It's raining men!

Every specimen



He snatched up her hands again, almost snapping them into a tight hold.
Tall, blonde

Dark and lean
Then he leant over her, pushing her down into an arc again, his tight hold on her hands making sure she knew that he was controlling this. as she swung down and across, in jerky and yet definite movements.



Rough and tough

And strong and lean.
Straightening her back, she pushed him back and leapt to the side before he could pull her back, rolling her hips into Liz as she passed instead, encouraging everyone to sing on with a flick of her hand. Spinning past Jamie, she leant over Vicki, bending back with a grin as Vicki immediately countered her action before turning her attentions back to Jamie.
God bless Mother Nature

She's a single woman too
Taking a deep breath, Sharon prepared herself, her arms poised a way away from her waist as she held herself up. And she span the the length of the bar, again and again and again, thinking that she was bound to topple off the edge in a minute... that the walls would stop spinning that second too early and she'd overbalance. But when she did, the blaze of impressed screams did not let up, because she'd sunk beautifully into Flynn's arms, who seemed to have leapt across the bar from the end of the line when she could not see him.
She grinned, hooking her arm across his neck to pull herself up, but not before she'd looked across at Dennis... and yes, there was that gorgeous jealous flare in those mezmerising eyes. Ah yes, perhaps now he knew how it felt.