Time After Time

Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar

I got my buddies and a beer; I got a dream, I need a car.
Music suddenly flooding the room, Sharon leant lazily against the wall, chewing on the inside of her cheek and watching Dennis move for her own entertainment. He knew she was watching with an interest, and played right up to her, making her giggle with his spinning and leaps and tapping and thrusting.
She shook her head and wandered aimlessly towards him, her head cocked to one side so she could admire him better, but did not managing to stop herself grinding slowly against him before stepping away, at which point, he fell to his knees like a true rock star and his lips began to move to the lyrics, his flawless face tensed in such a way that delivered the emotion as the words were his own, which only made Sharon laugh harder.
You got me begging on my knees

Come on and throw a dog a bone

A man he doesn't live by

Rock n' roll and brew alone.
He seemed to climb his way up her body and she swung against him, clicking her fingers, her arms raised high above her head and singing unashamedly, knowing she couldn't help but tease him.
Baby, baby

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

They don't mean a thing when I compare them next to you

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

I know that you and I, we got better things to do.

I don't know who you are, or what you do, or where you go when you're not around.

I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of.

I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
Dennis smirked knowingly at her, and threw his head back to release a single laugh that made Sharon tingle with excitement, dying to have him touch her again. With his lips, his hands, she really didn't care, she just wanted to feel him, almost gasping with relief as she felt his fingertips skim over her hips and into her stomach, splaying his hands across her flesh.
She turned only to gaze at him and savour his breath tickling her cheek before she grinned at his voice became the song as they began a rather energetic step sequence. Forward - side - forward - side - in - hip - in - hip - forward - side -
Ever since I can remember, you been hanging round this joint

You've been trying to look away, but now you finally got the point.



Turning quick under his arm, Sharon brought her arms around his neck, grinding harder and harder against him, delighting in watching the changes in his face until he moaned out loud.
I don't have to know your name and I won't tell you what to do

But a girl, she doesn't live by only rock n' roll and brew

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

They don't mean a thing when I compare them next to you

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

I know that you and I, we got better things to do.

I don't know who you are, or what you do, or where you go when you're not around.

I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of.

I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
And she pushed him back and turned her back to him, walking slowly back to the wall, well aware he'd be drinking in every detail with those hungry eyes. She couldn't resist glancing over her shoulder to check, and sure enough, his features were ablaze with lust. She smiled flirtily, spinning on her heel and facing him as the words came from his mouth.



Oh, you got the kinda legs that do more than walk
She stepped back as he came forwards, pacing and desperate - just the way she liked to see him; encouraging his frustration by casually raising an eyebrow, just to tell him she didn't care.



I don't have to listen to your whimpering talk!
Dennis licked his lips and sang out once more, the corner of his mouth twitching in humour.
Listen, you got the kinda eyes that do more than see
Sharon threw her head back dramatically. He covered the distance to her with spin after spin, and almost threw himself against her, but she tore his hands away and leapt back.
You gotta lot of nerve to come on to me!
Undeterred, he still came forwards, his lips reaching her before anything else did, capturing her mouth for just the briefest second.
Oh, you gotta the kinda lips that do more than drink



Taking her hands next, they twisted down to the floor, landing hard on the floor and their smoothness of movement suddenly ruined, but neither noticed or cared, moving around on their knees, waiting to reach each other. As soon as they were near enough, Dennis' hands were against Sharon's back, forcing her hard against his chest, her arms coming again around his neck.
And you gotta the kinda mind that does less than think

But since I'm feeling kinda lonely, my defences are low

Why don't we give it a shot; and get ready to go?

I'm looking for a night of fleeting satisfaction

I wanna tell my daddy I'll be missing in action
And though they still serenaded each other, unable to stop themselves laughing and smiling, the one thing they certainly weren't doing anymore was dancing. Sharon had started unbuttoning Dennis' shirt and kissing her way down his chest and it felt so good; how could he stop her? Luckily, such methods needn't have ever occured to him, because she stopped herself, loving the way she could tease him in any way she wanted and he'd love it. Pushing her knee into his groin, he let her force him flat on to the floor, leaning over him, her boobs pressed hard against him. God, he was trying so hard not to beg for her. All he could do was listen.
Ever since I can remember, I've been hanging this joint

My daddy never noticed - now hell, just get the point!
Running his hands down her back and around her perfect buttocks, so aware that he was aching for her, he gave in and delivered what she was waiting to hear, her voice mocking his need as she sang with him, moving further into him.... her mouth coming closer and closer.....
You got me begging on my knees

Come on and throw a dog a bone

A man he doesn't live by

Rock n' roll and brew alone.

Baby, baby, baby, baby

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

I know that you and I, we got better things to do.

Rock n' roll and brew, rock n' roll and brew

They don't mean a thing when I compare them next to you

I don't know who you are, or what you do, or where you go when you're not around.

I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of.

I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
The last words barely given to the room, and her mouth crashed down upon his, and he writhed underneath her, trying everything he knew to bring her nearer even though he could not and instead listened to her moan as her tongue met his, ravaging his mouth and taking everything she could for her own. Oh, no passion had been lost by giving into him. She wanted him too much.
One dance down.... three to go.
And they definitely wouldn't all be on the dancefloor....

Unsurprisingly, Sharon & Dennis were late for the class that night, rushing in entirely unnoticed, too many bodies already writhing and grinding to the music shaking the whole room. Grappling for his hands, she laughed at the energy she could feel in the air. It felt fantastic. Dennis obviously felt it too, his face creased, his eyes teasing her as he mouthed the words.... oh this was becoming a nasty habit.
You broke my heart

Cos I couldn't dance

You didn't even want me around

And now I'm back to let you know

I can really shake 'em down!

Do you love me?

(I can really move)

Do you love me?

(I'm in the groove)

Do you love me?

Now that I can dance?

Watch me now!



He spun on his heel, twisting down to the floor, Sharon swinging her hips into him, her hands high above her head.



Hey, work, work

Shake it up, shake it

Work, work

Oh, shake 'em, shake 'em down

Work, work

With a little bit of soul now

Work



Sliding his way back up against her, she spun round and ground her hips, his hands feverishly creeping all over her thighs.



Work, work

Oh, shake it, shake it baby

Work, work

Oh, you're driving me crazy

Work, work

Now, don't get lazy

Work
I can mash potato

(I can mash potato)

I can do the twist

(I can do the twist)
His lips came against her ear and she bit on her lip, suppressing a moan as his hands came unnoticed under her top, his fingers teasing every inch of skin.
Now tell me baby

(Tell me baby)

Do you like it like this?

(Do you like it like this?)

Tell me

(Tell me)

Tell me!
Sharon stepped back, stamping her foot and throwing back her head as he swing forwards, clicking his fingers with a twinkle in his eye.
Do you love me?

(Do you love me?)

Now do you love me?

Do you love me?

Now do you love me?

Do you love me?

(Now, now, now!)



Jill cut off the music, crying "Fantastic!" as everyone grinned and panted, trying to reclaim their breath, when Sharon heard a familiar voice cry;
"Sharon!"
She turned, only just realising that her little sister had been absent from the class at all.
"Vicki, where have you been?"
"Nowhere.... that's the point.... I've come to tell you, thanks for coming and doing this with me Sharon, but I'm packing it in."
"Oh, and just when Spence was getting on so well eh?" Dennis smiled sarcastically.
"Shut up!" she smirked back and then convulsing. "Anyway, it's your fault!"
"Showing you up eh?"
Vicki pulled a face to show how much she appreciated that comment. "No, it's worse. Libby.... Sorry," her eyes slid to Dennis, "-but I'm really not comfortable with hearing how great it is sleeping with my big brother!"
And she rushed off, leaving Sharon stood in shock, waiting for Dennis to lift his eyes from the floor.

When he didn't, she hissed, "I'm sleeping with you Dennis."
"I know."
"And, sorry if I missed something here, but I'm pretty sure I haven't told our little sister that!"
"I know!"
"So what the fuck was that?" she demanded, her eyes darting to Vicki's retreating form. She was struggling to keep her voice down, because Dennis was doing nothing to comfort her. He couldn't settle his eyes anywhere, licking his cracked lips.
"I... oh shit! Sharon, I'm sorry...."
"I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to say who. I want you to come out and say you screwed Vicki's little friend...."
"No!" he cried.
"Why not? That's the truth isn't it? C'mon, at least have the decency to admit you're cheating on me!"
"Jesus...." he muttered, practically having to drag her from the room, scared she'd alert everyone else to a lot more than they needed to be aware. "I'm not cheating on you.... it was just once OK? Once!"
She laughed, her voice cracking. "So you did screw her then?"
He let out a pained gasp of air and finally managed to look her in the eye. "Yes. But Sharon, please don't-"
But she sprang back from him, tears prickling in her eyes. "Don't touch me! H-How could you do this to me?" When he contined to stare at her, his mouth agape and shaking his head, obviously out of words for her, she scoffed and said bitterly, "Stupid question. I know how you did it, more than anyone."
She stared at him, tilting her head to one side and narrowing her eyes, questioning each uncomfortable contraction of the muscles in his face.
"Or do I? Hmmm?" And she grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the doorway, forcing him to register the random women she jabbed an accusing finger at. "What about her? She's pretty - screwed her yet? And what about her over there? Or her.... she young enough for you?"
"Sharon, stop it; please!"
"Why? Why should I?" she spat, glaring at him. "I hate you Dennis. I hate you so much!"
"I know."
"No, that's just it, you don't know! I fucking hate you, you bastard!" And seeing no reaction, she let fly, her tears rushing out as she rained her hands down on him again and again. "You- lying- cheating- bastard-!"
Trying to defend himself, Dennis managed to catch her wrists and restrict her flailing movements until she gave up and just sobbed. As soon as his grip had loosened enough, Sharon savagely tore herself away, wiping her eyes.
"When?"
"Sunday."
Silent apart from her heaving sobs as she did the calculation, she said, "But that was only four days ago."
Guiltily closing his eyes, he nodded.
"Where? In your bed? Where you.... with me.... after her?!"
"No!" he told her immediately, rubbing his hands across his face, as if he wanted to rub away the guilt.
"Then where?"
"Her place."
"Oh, so she has a place? That's good, at least it shows she's not still dependent! Where in her place?"
"What does it matter?"
"It matters to me! Now tell me where!"
"On the stairs." he muttered, lowering his eyes to the floor and wincing as Sharon scoffed bitterly. "I swear to you...." he bleated "it didn't mean anything!"
"Obviously not if you couldn't wait to get her somewhere so the poor cow could actually be flat on her back. Bet she didn't mind though did she darlin'? Bet you more than made up for it."


Then there came a silence that held uncomfortably fast and tense in the air. But neither of them brought themselves to walk away from the other.
"Aren't you going to ask me why?"
"No. I already know why. You find it impossible to say no to anything in a skirt. You can't keep it in your trousers because using sex as some cheap thrill is what matters to you the most. You always want whoever you can't have.... and you always have to make sure you get 'em - I won't be got Dennis, alright? I already know why."
"Ask... me... why...."
"Fine!" she yelled. "Why?"
"Because you'd just done what you do best! You kissed me and then-"
"You kissed me!"
"Because you said that's what you wanted! And then-" his voice quivered. "-you kicked me right back to the curb, like it was all my fault.... like I'd attacked you or something.... trying to tell yourself you've never wanted me, and that was all just bollocks..... and you never once thought to let me know that!"
"Oh what - so you screw the first thing that comes close enough?"
"Yeah." he admitted awkwardly. "I know it's twisted, but it's the only way I knew how to deal with.... with you.... I needed to get you out my head or I was gonna go mad."
"Right, so now..... all the times you've been with me.... you've been thinking about some eighteen year old?"
"No!"
"Why not? She's gorgeous-"
"You're gorgeous."
"You slept with her.... you must have wanted her at some point."
"I want you."
"Yeah," she answered bluntly, chewing on her lip as she slumped against the wall again. "Really feels like it."
She shrugged him off as he gingerly put his hand on her shoulder.
"Get off me."
"Sharon, please...." he pleaded, bringing his other hand near. "I just-"
Whirling round, she yelled "I said