Time After Time

When you hold me so close that my knees go weak

And my soul is flying high above the ground

I'm trying to speak but no matter what I do

I just can't seem to make any sound.
Drawn back to her now she was close again, Dennis sank back onto the bed and moved the curtain of silky blonde hair back from her neck, letting his fingers tumble down that slender curve he admired so much.
And then you took the words right out of my mouth

Oh, it must have been when you were kissing me

You took the words right out of my mouth

And I swear it's true, I was just about to say "I love you"

And then you took the words right out of my mouth

Oh, it must have been when you were kissing me

You took the words right out of my mouth

And I swear it's true, I was just about to say "I love you"



"Sharon....look at me..."
She obediently followed the direction of his voice, absorbed in him as deeply as ever. She let his hand creep across the duvet into hers, holding him tight, and begin to tremor. It was something that just seemed to happen to the both of them in these moments, so pathetically desperate to touch.
Now my body is shaking like a wave on the water

And I guess that I'm beginning to grin

Oh, we're finally alone and we can do what we want to
"I don't want to talk anymore."
She saw a hunger in his eyes as he spoke that made her burn with desire from the inside. "You don't?"
"No, I don't."



The night is young

And ain't no-one gonna know where you.....
And his lips came upon hers so suddenly and so fiercely that she gasped into his kiss. It registered just a moment later that he was looking for her reply, creeping up her body and pressing down into her, asking her to lie back against the bed, but not to break away from him, not for a moment. She daren't even have attempted to, letting the kiss pull her in, until she couldn't think about anything besides how soothing it was wrapping the single curl hidden in the nape of his neck around her finger, how incredible it was to feel his tongue force its way into her mouth, how tantalising the pressure of him felt against her groin.
She wanted him so much; almost screaming in frustration as he broke away from her lips, gasping for the air he had missed.
Ain't no-one gonna know where you....
"Promise me...." he murmured, breathlessly ".....afterwards.... promise me we'll dance again...."
She promised, begging for his lips. Oh, she'd have promised him anything; anything a thousand times - and she'd have meant it with all her soul - if only those lips would come to hers again.
Ain't no-one gonna know where you been.








I got no regret right now, I'm feeling this.

The air is so cold and so low, I'm feeling this.

Let me go into the room, I'm feeling this.

I wanna take off her clothes, I'm feeling this.

Show me the way to the bed, I'm feeling this.

Show me the way you move, I'm feeling this.

Fuck it, it's such a blur, I'm feeling this.

I love all the things you do, I'm feeling this.
Sat on the edge of the bed in just his jeans, Dennis played idly with his shirt, making no effort to put it back on. He turned and looked over his shoulder, at Sharon sleeping lightly in his bed. So it'd happened then - they'd slept together again. Dennis tried his hardest to push away the fresh memory of her begging for his kiss, crying out for all of him.
Once bitten, twice shy, that's how it went wasn't it? He knew what would happen when she woke up - her horror and her rejection were all too familiar and that was why he hadn't stayed lying beside her. He knew he'd hate what he heard, but he also knew it was his own fault. He'd seen the moments when he could have stopped this, he'd seen them all - Sharon telling him she wouldn't let herself kiss him.... running out on him at the community centre - hell, he'd even tried himself, walking away from her at the playground. But he knew he'd wanted her to follow and he couldn't deny it. He just wasn't sorry enough even to try.
He heard a murmur from behind him, and knew those beautiful eyes were open. He grimaced, straightening his back and trying to prepare himself for this moment again.
"You don't have to say anything." he sighed, getting to his feet and daring to face her. She looked utterly bewildered. "Because whatever you wanted to say, you know I didn't do this on my own-"
Fate fell short this time

Your smile fades in the summer
"Shut up." she shot back, sitting with her back against the wall, pulling up the sheet from the mattress and covering her breasts.
"Look, I'll just get out of here.... you can get dressed and then I'll- oh Christ, I don't know what I'll do."
"Shut up." she said again, telling him exactly what he would do.
His eyes came to hers nervously, and she saw a lump in his throat he hastily gulped back.
"Shut up.... and come here."
It was with incredible unease that he settled against the bed. Aware that Sharon did not stop watching him, his every muscle tensed. He flinched as Sharon's hand swept up his thigh, which made her laugh as she fed her hand clumsily into his. She gave him her most challenging smile, while he just continued to gaze back at her like a lost little boy that that made her want to cover every inch of him in kisses.
Place your hand in mine

I'll leave when I wanna.

Where do we go from here?

Turn all the lights down now.

Smiling from ear to ear.

I'm feeling this.
Kissing his thumb, she released his hand and got up, waddling a little as the sheet trailed around her feet. Dennis watched her with interest, moving forward to anchor his feet on the floor.
She picked her way along a shelf, running her fingers along the varnished edge and then stopping, with an adoring gasp, and picking up a photo frame propped up on the end. Three smiling faces came back at her. She saw herself and Dennis with an explosion of red spiky hair and cheesy grin wedged between them.
She glanced at him, showing him the photo with a raised eyebrow. He diverted his eyes to the floor, and scratching the nape of his neck as he flushed pink, letting out a laugh that accompanied Sharon's own.
"You're so amazing, you know that?" she said warmly, putting the photo down carefully and searching for Dennis' reaction out the corner of her eye.
"So are you." he replied, standing up and beginning to move towards her.
"Oh yeah?" she quizzed, tilting her head back and basking in the warm glow of that compliment. "How amazing?"
"This amazing." As he spoke, he caught her around the hips and forced his lips onto hers as he swung into her, pressing quite deliberately on her groin. God, her knees went so weak, she wasn't sure she hadn't fallen over. But as she realised she was still on her own two feet, her next thought went straight back to how much she wanted him - he'd had that effect on her for longer than she dared to remember.

He murmured against her lips as her fingers worked open his fly, but she couldn't, and didn't care to distinguish his words. He realised this and didn't try and stop her, instead drawing back the fold of the sheet across her breasts and kissing a path along them.
His jeans pooling at the floor, their bodies instinctively crushed together, hands flying, dying to touch anywhere and everywhere they could reach. Feverishly caressing his shoulder with her mouth, so hungry for him once again, to taste him, she began to wind the sheet around him too, bringing him closer against her and making her gasp as the friction between them taunting her burning skin.
Our breathing has got too loud

Show me the bedroom floor

Show me the bathroom mirror

We're taking this way too slow.
He thrust into her so hard, that she couldn't hold back a scream of surprise that he soothed away with his tongue, deep inside her mouth, shoving her back against the wall. Heat went through her like a relentless fire, and she really couldn't support herself anymore, feeling her knees go and begin sliding to the floor. Dennis held her up, unwilling to abandon his movement. He needed to feel her too badly to even consider it.
"You're alright." he whispered into her ear, the warmth of his breath swimming in, tickling her and only making her moan louder. "I promise you, you're alright."
It didn't sound as if she cared to believe him, catching her hand in his hair as he nuzzled her neck desperately. Curling her hand into a tight fist around his curls as her orgasm threatened, she cried "Oh.... Oh God.... Dennis.... I-"



Take me away from here

Fate fell short this time

Your smile fades in the summer

Place your hand in mine

I'll leave when I wanna.



But he missed her insistent lips too much; reclaiming them, taking back what was his, as she shuddered out her hard orgasm, right down to the unanticipated twitching of her tongue fighting his, the sensation flooding his mouth.
Withdrawing his kiss and surrendering her helpless moans to the room, Dennis' hands crept through the feverish sweat covering her body down into the small of her back, his thumbs skimming over her buttocks and drawing her as far over him as he could feeling the final vibrations of her orgasm against his groin, encouraging his own, which he released in loud and heavy gasps, calling Sharon's name, bucking harder against her, sending pulses through the greenish mark on her thigh.
This place was never the same again

After you came and went

Look to the past and remember my smile

And maybe tonight, I could breathe for a while

I'm not in the scene, I think I'm falling asleep

But then all that means is

I'll always be dreaming of you.

Fate fell short this time

Your smile fades in the summer

Place your hand in mine

I'll leave when I wanna.
Sharon kissed his neck over and over as he recovered, furiously gulping in air and gasping still in her ear, making her heart beat just that tiny bit faster, robbing her of the little breath she herself had taken. But she was too intoxicated by him to worry about breathing. She needed him. Needed him to swear he'd always make her feel like this.
Are we alone?

Do you feel it?
"Fucking... hell!" he managed, still forcing air into his lungs. The hugest smile fought its way across his lips. Sharon just gazed up at him, her eyes sparkling, her lips moist and smooth.
"I wanna do that again."

By the time she left his room that next morning, Sharon had enough reasons to keep smiling throughout the whole day. With three days until the Ball now, happily, the electricians were done and she could get on with running her club. A delivery of mixers came at about half past ten, and there came a new buzz when flirting with the delivery bloke this time. Because it really was harmless. Before now, had she wanted to, she could have called any of them and landed herself a date and a series of late nights, she knew. But now, she wouldn't. Not for anything - because she was spoken for. At least she felt she was and it was the best feeling, and she spent well over an hour as she restocked the fridges happily recalling every breath of last night.
It was almost a disappointment when she remembered she'd made an appointment at SophistiKate's, but she rushed over anyway, her heels clacking desperately on the uneven paving, worried she wouldn't make it in time for the two-thirty.
But as she came close, she saw through the window that Kate was just saying goodbye to her latest customer, and stopped to pull in her breath, slipping quietly in when the coast was clear.
"Hi."
"Oh hiya Sharon, c'mon in." Kate told her brightly, taking her bag and sliding it over a hook. "Y'alright?"
"Great thanks." she smiled, resting her fingers in the bowl.
"Good, I'm glad."
Kate drew up a chair and settled herself opposite Sharon, working gently on her nails with a file. They were silent for a few minutes, exchanging smiles whenever Kate looked up from her occupation.
"Y'know...." she started, "....if you don't mind me saying so.... you seem unusually happy-"
"Do I?"
"Yeah, it's all over your face - you can't stop smiling! C'mon, tell us. You haven't got a fella have you?"
"I might have." Sharon replied smugly, beginning to giggle as Kate grinned at her.
"Never?! That's fantastic! Who is he; anyone I know?"
Her smile drooped for a moment as she remembered. Kate and Dennis....
"Er, no! Actually, he's someone from these ballroom dancing classes...."
"Oh yeah.... over at the community centre?"
"Yeah."
"Is he any good then?"
"What at?"
"Dancing, of course!" she guffawed.
"Oh God Kate, he's amazing. I mean, I thought I'd be terrible... but with him, it's just...." She sighed passionately. "The instructors can't get enough of us!"
"Neither can you by the look of it! I take it dancing's not the only thing you and this fella have been up to!"
"Well, it was... until last night-"
Kate rolled her eyes, painting on the strengthening gloss. "Go on then, what'd he score.... out of ten?"
"Which time?"
And they giggled again, hunching over all the little pots of varnish like teenagers. "Sharon!"
"What?!"
"Well, he hasn't got a brother has he?"
"No, only sisters."
"Damn." She drew back from her work, leaving Sharon to blow on her nails, more through force of habit more than Kate's instruction. But she chose not to look, instead mulling over which base colour to use.
"Er.... Kate? Can I ask you something?"
"Mmmm?"
"Well.... I.... I sort of, already knew this bloke.... um, we've actually slept together before...."
"Oh - right!" She looked up in surprise, setting down Barbie Pink and discarding it. "And....?"
"He just turned up at these classes and we had such a great time, and he made me feel so.... oh I don't know, it'll sound so corny...."
"No; go on."
Sharon smiled uneasily. "Made me feel really special. Frightened me a bit cos last time round.... it was messy.... don't think he quite forgave me."
"Well, he obviously has!"
"Do you think.... it's alright to see him then; even with - everything before?"
"Sharon-" Kate began flatly, pushing aside the little bottles and crossing her arms across the table. "From what I've heard, this guy is, what.... good looking?"
"Gorgeous." Sharon corrected, blushing.
"OK, so let me get this straight, he's-" She counted off his virtues on her fingers. "Very good looking.... he makes you feel fantastic.... he's great sex and he dances - and you're asking me what you should do about it?"
"Y-Yeah."
She shook her head disbelievingly, mouth agape. "To be honest Sharon, I think you should marry him and have his babies!"
Sharon laughed weakly, staring at her nails. "Yeah, well, that might be a bit difficult."
"Oh.... I'm sorry, I didn't think - I can be such an insensitive cow at times!"
"No, no! It's fine honestly." And she tried to convey a smile that said as much. Kate's eyes fell back to working on Sharon's nails when suddenly an insistent beeping filled the room.
"I left my mobile at home...." Kate muttered thoughtfully, putting down the varnish brush and looking around the room, as if expecting to see the sound.
"Oh, it might be mine!"
"Don't move!" Kate told her, pointed to her drying nails, and she leapt up and began rifling through Sharon's bag.
"Inside pocket."
Pulling it out triumphantly, she came back to the table and set it down next to Sharon, telling her to be careful not to crease the varnish.
It was a message. From Dennis.
Meet me in the community centre ASAP. D x
"Oh Kate, I'm sorry, I have to go!" Sharon leapt up, stuffing her phone back into her bag and searching for her purse, not caring that she was bound to have creased the nail varnish by now.
"That was him wasn't it?"
"Yeah it was." she answered honestly, pulling a worn tenner from her purse and holding it out towards Kate, who just stared at it, resting her head against her chin. She slowly shook her head.
"Nah, it's alright, keep it."
"Kate, no!"
"Yes!" She got up again and ushered Sharon out. "I insist. Just go and enjoy him. One of us might as well be having a good time!"




There was no-one in the corridors of the community centre. No-one. It was completely silent, and suddenly made Sharon feel really nervous and cold. Pulling open the main door into the hall, she heard her own echoing footsteps ricochet off the walls. She stood against the wall, feeling more uneasy than ever, hugging herself, rubbing her arms up and down.
She heard a second set of footsteps, louder and much more unnerving than her own. Her spine locked and she waited in an anticipation she daren't define. The next thing she heard was a scream - her own; as something came against her shoulder, a vibration coming through her skin.
"Hey, it's OK, it's me!"
Looking, with a sense of relief, to her right, she realised what she had felt was a kiss. She turned and wrapped herself around him, so glad to have him close again. She kissed him fiercely, wincing as she felt him bite purposely on her lip to push his tounge inside, taking her mouth.
"Mmmm, I've missed you."
"Good."
"Ohh!" she pouted, pulling back. "Is that all I get?"
"Course."
"Right!" She went straight for the door, but Dennis understood. Damn him, he understood completely, lurching for her hand.
"I think we both know you don't wanna do that."
"Why did you ask me here Dennis?"
And he smiled that perfect sexy schoolboy smile. "To check you were missing me of course!"
"Well, now you know maybe you'll just have to miss me an' all!"
"Oh, I have." he said, kissing her hand and stepping away.
And she turned back, drawn by that luscious voice, closing her eyes and listening to his footsteps go across the floor. Looking over at him, she saw him stood over the h-fi.
"If you've missed me so much, then how come I'm over here and you're all the way over there?"
"Cos you haven't come over here yet obviously!" he replied, rolling his eyes, smiling warmly as she laughed in spite of herself, rushing over.
"Now, tell me again, what am I doing here?" she asked, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning against his back.
"Dancing, Sharon. Well, until four anyway. The baby gym's at half past."
And he took her hand and led her to the middle of the floor. He held her hands in his, and she just stared at him, that beautiful mouth gaping as she shook her head in astonishment.
"Hang on.... we're gonna be alone for over an hour.... and you wanna dance?"
"Well.... yeah."
It was only then he noticed the suggestion in her face.
"Sharon!" he gasped in mock horror. "This is the community centre, darlin' - anyone could walk in.... Mo might be playing bridge.... Dot might be donating to the bring-and-buy..." He paled and Sharon laughed.
"That's every bloke's worse nightmare isn't it? Their mum walking in on them doing it!"
"God, imagine that - Dot as my mum!"
"Well, she is practically. And you know that's not what I meant! Think about it.... she's just ironed your Sunday best... thinks you're in your room like the good little boy you are.... reciting Genesis-"
Dennis grimaced. "Never did like them... songs are crap..... oh, I'm only kidding."
"-and she wanders in.... and there's you, flat on your back.... in the middle of shagging some poor innocent virgin from the church choir!"
"Ugh - you're so romantic, Sharon."
"Well, have you?"
"No! Sorry to disappoint you, but I've never done it with a choir girl!"
"Wrong!" she blasted cheekily, flinging a finger in his face. "I was a choir girl."
"When?!"
"Ummm, I was about eighteen...."
"There's no way I believe you were the "poor innocent virgin" then Sharon!" Dennis cried, snorting out his laughter.
"Why not?!" she demanded.
"Cos you're gorgeous.... look at you!"
"You didn't see what I looked like then - hair a foot high!"
"So?"
"I was engaged to the vicar y'know."
Resting his forehead against hers, he chuckled against her lips. "You're so pulling my leg! You - a vicar's wife?"
"I fancied him - why do you think I was in the choir in the first place? It was bad enough he was seeing me, let alone me telling him I wanted to-"
"Oh my God! No sex before-"
"Before marriage." Sharon finished, laughing at his horrified expression. "Well done Sherlock!"
"You wouldn't have-?"
"Shagged him? I did - several times! Must have been my irresistible charm."
"Married him! Would you?"
"Piss off! Tea and cake in the vicarage every bloody afternoon? Sandwiches little wifey cuts into neat little triangles?"
"God, vicars have got it rough! Having to get married before getting laid! I mean, stuck with the same woman forever, and.... what if she's crap?"
"Charming!" Sharon cried, her eyes widening. "Is that what you'd go by then Dennis, the sex?"
"Of course!"
She beat him across the chest with her hands, laughing in disbelief. "You- dirty- little- whore! So what am I then?"
"You?"
"Me."
"You..." he murmured, pulling her arms from around her neck and deliberately forcing her to spin around. "....promised me we'd dance!"
"Oh yeah!" she smirked. "One dance for one perverse sexual favour!"
"So that's three dances then.... or was it four?"


Even though Sharon knew there she was something she would much rather be doing while she and Dennis were alone, it was undeniable that dancing with him was as amazing as it had ever been, and just for a moment, it would feel as if she couldn't want to do anything else in the world, like she could have survived off the sound of his laughter. But then, his eyes would meet hers, going straight through her and making her feel open and exposed, and that familiar wave of longing would crash into her so hard, she'd splutter and shake.