Time After Time

I don't know what I'm doing wrong - maybe I've been here too long

The songs on the radio sound the same, everybody just looks the same

But then last night was so much fun - and now your sheets are dirty
Pointedly Sharon dipped down on her knees, the sway of her hips causing her to sink down his form, and she knew that if she was to go down to the floor, the small of her back would play against his groin.
The streets are dirty too - but you never look back over what you've done

Remember when you were young - you'd lose yourself!
She looked over her shoulder as she rose again, and caught the fleeting expression of suppressed pleasure in his face. Feeling rather pleased with herself, she span round, her pride only increasing as she realised that although the walls were still moving, she'd managed to do it without succumbing and falling over, that she was pressed hard against Dennis' chest, although the buzz pounding in her head made sure she knew she was bound to trip up at some point if she insisted so on dancing when she was so much more than intoxicated.
She stepped forward on her right, and Dennis on his left so that their hips slanted each time they moved forward and make, always meeting each, always being close.
In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing

In the morning, you know it's gonna be alright.
She lifted her arms, wrapping first one, and then the other around his neck.
Wake him up, warm him up - put him on the stage
His hands were still against her hips, drawing her in as they swung down to the floor
Well, the boy can't help it - it's not his fault

Just a dangerous, dangerous age
Coming up again, Dennis leant over Sharon, smirking. She let him dominate the movement, bending back, and only straightening up again when the beat allowed it, jumping back. She raised her hands high, dropping her gaze, just as his did, drinking in the delicious sway of her hips before he could bear it no longer, snatching up her hand and pulling her close so fast she fell against him. She laughed, recovering and pressing hard into him as she laced her hands together teasing the back of his neck.
She raised her eyebrow at him and he retorted wordlessly by lifting her up and spinning her round. That in itself was pretty precarious, but she barely noticed, taking it in her... in his stride, her hands bouncing off his shoulder, before she met the floor again, stepping forward against his hip just as he met hers.
But then every night's been so much fun and you're still out there darlin'

Clingin' on to the wrong ideas but I never regret anything I've done

Remember when you were young - you'd lose yourself!

In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing

In the morning, you know it's gonna be alright.

In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing

In the morning, you know it's gonna be all - oh!
When Dennis moved back, straightening out Sharon's arms as he clasped her hands, he only let them drop, with an apologetic smile when he refused to let her fall forwards to keep their contact. But she stumbled anyway, confused and wanting to know why he had left her.
"Dennis?"
And she weaved her way through the throng, trying to keep him within sight. But she was somewhat preoccupied, almost falling over as Faye crashed into her, flinging out her arms to steady her and nestling drunkenly into her, offering her embrace.
"Mmm!" she cried, giggling. "Where's your boy Sharon?"
"I have... no idea..." Sharon answered distractedly, craning her neck.
"Ha, bastard... f*ck him, let's dance!"
She smiled, spinning into the crowds, and laughing as Faye began to jutt her hips, clapping her hands furiously to the beat high above her head, a couple more girls staggering over and copying her stance, like a little troupe. And it was definitely infectious, as more and more of the crowd seemed to be sidling over to them, spinning, clicking their fingers, clapping their hands, dragging their feet, leaping right down to the floor, anything just so's the energy didn't leave them behind, anything so there were moving, hair flying back, feels scraping against the floor. Sharon fought her way into the formation, rolling her shoulders back and leaning to her right and back, out to the left, before turning and reserving the order of the line.
In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing

In the morning, you know it's gonna be all....
"Oh my God!"
Their rhythm was broken, and they all straightened, just trying to pinpoint who had contributed to this mixed cry. But as they searched, each and every eye fell open the bar, and they erupted into screams caught half between hilarity and adoration. Because it seemed while every woman in the place had been getting down on the dance floor, every bloke had been climbing up onto the bar.

God, they all must have been out of their heads. And there... oh she should have known... there was Dennis, er... doing his thing... how did she love the bloody show off so much? She let herself be swept up as those around her rushed forwards, and she found herself pushed to the fore, pulling Faye with her for protection. Everyone seemed to have spread out the length of the bar. ignoring the the look of sheer bewilderment on the faces of the bar staff, backed up against the dispensers. Ah, the work space had been taken by force then!
In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing

In the morning, you know it's gonna be alright.

And-



Faye screamed, more in horror as she recognised Tony, still looking half dead but managing to put across a dam impressive drag and spin. How the f*ck had he gotten up there?
Sharon however, having turned in on her side, leant back against her, crying "I really hope you still have a husband in the morning babe!"
"Shit, me too! Never mind yours eh... where'd he learn to move like that?"
"I might have taught him a couple of things..."
"I bet you did!" she grinned back, dropping her gaze and watching as she swung her foot forward and back, jutting her hips and clicking her fingers, before looking up at the bar, yelling amorously "Go on baby!"
Sharon moved with those around her, planting her feet a distance apart, dragging one across to meet the other, swinging her head and her hands in time to her hips, and she caught glimpses of the action in the bar and could pretty much see that the guys were taking their cue from their audience - uh huh, too pissed to think for themselves, that sounded about right. And her head span as she did, and the floor seemed to lurch underneath her, but still she was standing amongst the swinging and turning and rolling and cheering and clapping, the buzz too huge to ignore, even if she was zoned out, even if it didn't feel like this was her body. She was floating - she was fucking wasted.
She caught Dennis' eye mid spin and didn't think before grinning and blowing a kiss from against all her fingers. He beamed back at her and threw up his arms as he faced the crowd again. Starting from the far edge of the bar, one of them leapt off for every drag and spin sequence. Sometimes it was scary, as they overbalanced and landed hard on their chests, unable to breathe, and sometimes they didn't bend their knees enough, having to come crashing to the floor like they'd just leapt off a diving board, and Sharon was sure she saw a cut lip or two. Amazingly, Tony came off very well, and she heard Faye breath a massive sigh of relief at her side.
The bar staff seemed to have gotten over themselves, despite the warning looks from the security and were suddenly up there too, but they'd all caught the way Dennis' eyes were glittering wildly, and they'd all shook their heads, smirking. That meant he was still the only one who had a promise to fulfill for the crowds. But he was teasing them. They were clapping out the rhythm with him, carrying on through to every drag, every swing and every spin, but he never once made effort to jump.
And very soon, they were screaming the lyrics at him as they all danced wildly, demanding the spectacle they felt they were owed. Sharon's heart was pounding against her ribs, and she was buzzing, torn. He could have done it, she'd seen him do it, but he was intoxicated... he was bound to break something and yet... she wanted him to prove her wrong, she wanted him to prove he could do it.
Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?

Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?



He was searching her out, and as she grinned at him, he leapt forward, hitting the floor without so much as leaning a little to either side. The way the screams defeaned her, defeaned him, Sharon knew the lucky bastard had done it!
"Oh f*ck Sharon, I'm in love..."
"Oh me too, Faye, me too..."
Faye nodded, and dutifully moved off to go and locate Tony, he was probably in desperate need of needing to throw up or at least get some air that wasn't as hot, sticky and charged as this... come to think of it... she was too.
But Sharon stayed where she was, her stomach tying itself in knots at just the anticipation of seeing him again, craning her neck round so much as she searched for him that she pretty much developed a crick. So she tilted her head, clicking it out, and as she straightened up, she saw him finally come through the crowd, more stumbling thanks to the mount of times he was being pounded proudly in the back.
She rushed at him, kissing him fiercely before he had chance to so much as muster a "Hello".
"You could have... you should have broken your neck!"
"Awww, you know I'm just too skilled for that honey..."
(Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?)

In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing



"Mmm, course you are!" she mused, her hands sliding around his back as she captured his lips again. But she flinched almost immediately, her fingertips brushing against something smooth and very, very cold he was holding behind his back.



"What's that?"
He let her draw back and then proudly showcased a bottle of champagne.
(Are you really gonna do it this time? Are you really gonna do it this time?)

No, not a thing!



She smiled at him, drinking in the mischief in his eyes with an indechiperable hunger. So she should probably never drink again but... she couldn't refuse him could she - and he knew it.
"C'mon." he murmured, slipping his arm around her waist, assured that he had won. "I think we should all get out of here..."
(Are you really gonna do it this time?)

In the morning, you know he won't remember a thing.

The four of them fell out of the club in a great laughing heap. In fact, they were hysterical, over nothing in particular. It was more to do with the amount of alcohol they had consumed, how quickly they had consumed it than anything else. God, they'd had so much fun, even if, by rights, Sharon should have mindlessly screwed that bloke in the toilets and Tony and Dennis should have been down A&E having bones reset. But none of them cared, arms slung around each other as they spilled out onto the street, stumbling swaying, and forever trying to locate the bottle of champagne, reaching out to wrench it from the present hands and lifting it defiantly to their lips, savouring the taste of the sweet bubbles.
"To Sharon!" Faye cried out at the top of her voice, lifting the bottle like a trophy. She leapt back, screaming as she realised that she'd leant it over too far and the liquid was splattering down at her side, catching her ankles. And that only made the rest of them crease up laughing, hardly able to stay on their own feet.
And when Faye looked up again, Dennis was grinning at her.
"Oh alright! To you too, I suppose!"
"Oh well, don't force it!"
Sharon hit him lightly in the chest with the back of her hand. "Leave her alone you!"
And she staggered towards her friend, squealing as the beat from the clubs rolled onto towards them, pounding in their ears and making their hearts race that little bit faster. She couldn't stop herself jumping up and down in excitement, amazed that she remained standing as she met the floor again, clutching Faye's hands and leaping back and forth, swinging her hips.
She's in to superstition, black cats and voodoo dolls

I feel a premonition - that girl's gonna make me fall
They pulled back, hands still lazily clasped as their gazes seem to simultaneously wander the length of the glittering beach. Dennis' stomach dropped a little as he caught the way their lips flickered as they met each other's eyes again, dipping down and wrenching off their shoes, rushing off down onto the sands, shrieking and giggling.
Dennis and Tony looked at each other out the corner of their eyes, barely able to manage a full smile between them. "What the f*ck are they....?"
She's in to new sensations, new kicks in the candle light

She's got a new addiction for every day and night
"Dennis!" Sharon called, spinning round to face him as she backed up against the water's edge. "Don't let me get lonely down here!"
He laughed, murmuring at such a level that only Tony heard, "As if I would."
"What do you reckon she's up to mate?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure as hell gonna find out!"
And he raced down the length of the sand, feeling the corners of his mouth lift into a smirk as she greeted his approach by cheering and dancing round in the surf. But as she turned to face them again, both Dennis and Tony were rendered motionless, falling back and watching with their mouths agape as she lifted the strap of her dress over her head, pulling the material away from her bust.
Faye whooped appreciatively, before slumping forwards over the bottle as she choked on her laughter and quite probably a mouthful of champagne too. "Go on Sharon!"
"D'you dare me?" she shot back as she raced further and further into the biting, glinting water.
"I dare you, girl!"
So Sharon pulled the dress up over the curve of her hips and brandished the material triumphantly in the air.
"F*ck..." Tony managed to breathe after many false starts.
Dennis was shaking his head gently in awe. She was so incredible.
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain

She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain

Like a bullet to your brain!
"Baby, you'll get cold!"
She stopped for a moment, following his voice. Then she nodded slowly and stepped forward, everything about her driving him crazy as she came nearer... the swing of her hips as she walked... her very near nakedness... the beautiful sweep of her every curve... the way the water glistened on her skin... everything. But the thing that was really sending him over the edge was how she was smiling at him, knowing that he was taking in every detail as she slipped her hands underneath the glossy curtain of her hair against her neck, fumbling with what only could have been the tie of her bra straps.
"Then you'll just have to come keep me warm, won't you?"
And she turned back towards the sea, lifting her arm and dropping her bra in a sandy heap on top of her dress and shoes before rushing back towards Faye, kicking up the spray.
"C'mon now boys... that was like having your own personal stripper... don't tell me you're not gonna return the favour?"
"No!"
"Tone!" Dennis yelped, possibly even before the word was out, gripping him fiercely and shaking him a little. "Mate, you don't seem to understand... Sharon's out there... and she's pretty damn near naked... and if Faye necks anymore of that champagne, then I'd say it's a pretty safe bet she will be too! So if your beautiful wife tells you to strip - then let me tell you - you strip!"
Upside, inside out - she's living la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down - living la vida loca



He did so obediently, apparently catching the way Faye's eyes were glinting as she passed the bottle over to Sharon. Their clothes poolling at their feet, they stepped over them and moved across the sand.
"Mmm!" Sharon cried, shaking her head as she pulled the bottle back from her lips. "Those go too!"
Dennis dropped his gaze with a smirk, his fingertips playing against the edge of his Calvin's. "Ah, no... that's for private audiences only."
Her lips are devil red and her skin's the colour mocha

She will wear you out - living the vida loca

She's living the vida loca (She's living the vida loca)



"Miss Watts requests a private audience with Mr. Rickman!"
"Oh does Miss Watts?" he shot back, unable to ignore the stirring of intense longing deep in his stomach.
Faye was practically hysterical, wrapping herself around Tony, clinging to him as she laughed. "Don't look, don't look!"
"Yes she does! I told you not to let me get lonely!"
Grinning, he kicked his way through the water, shivering as it slipped up his form the closer he came to Sharon. It was a little way off his shoulders by the time she pressed herself hard against him, wrapping her arms tight around his neck, forcing her kiss against his lips, the chilled glass of the bottle burning into his bare back.
"Feel better?" he whispered flirtatiously when she drew back a fraction.
"I will... when these go."
"Excuse me.... but from what I saw... you're not naked.... close... but just not close enough..."
"What do you know?" she teased, pulling her arms back, and pressing her hands over where his lay against her hips, guiding them down her thighs, pushing down her knickers underneath such a movement.