Time After Time

I know I stand in line

Til you think you have the time

To spend an evening with me.
Stretching up, Sharon whispered the song pointedly in his ear.
And if we go someplace to dance

I know that there's a chance

You won't be leaving with me.
"Don't." he pleaded gently, nestling into her shoulder.
"I'm teasing!"
"Well, s'not funny!"
"She's still eyeing you up you know." she told Dennis, spying Libby scowling over at her over his shoulder.
"Sharon," Lunge. "I mean it."
He enforced his point, he pushed her out into a spin, which made her giggle as she came back under his arm.
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place

And have a drink or two

But then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid

Like "I love you."



He stepped forward, pulling her round into a very impressive waltz. As she span, the room almost swimming in front of her, she was sure she caught Simon staring at them with proud tears stinging in his eyes.
As they slowed, Sharon gazed up at Dennis. Something in his face had changed, like he wasn't really there, wasn't really looking back at her.



I can see it in your eyes

You still despise the same old lies

You heard the night before

And though it's just a line to you

For me it's true

It never seemed so right before.
"OK, so maybe no-one in this room-" She tilted her head towards the hi-fi. "What about Nicole Kidman? Telling me you wouldn't shag her?"
Dennis laughed, his eyes twinkling. "If she ever asks, I'll let you know. Anyway.... isn't it every woman's dream to do Robbie Williams?"
Sharon laughed so hard, it came out through her nose. "Well, it's not mine!"
"Well, who then?"
She stared at him, her eyebrow raised. "Two words. Ewan-"
"McGregor!" Dennis finished, rolling his eyes. He should have known better than to question the obvious. "You're way too obsessed with that film Sharon."
"Excuse me, but- he sings.... he dances....."
"... he shags Nicole Kidman...."
Sharon's eyes widened as she gulped back her mock disapproval. "Exactly."
"Well, I'm dancing aren't I?"
"Not singing though are you?" she shot back. And she teased him further by singing out the words herself, watching this bemused and cocky smile creep up on his lips.
I practice every day

To find some clever lines to say

To make the meaning come true.
And she waited expectantly, flinching as Dennis lips came against her earlobe, planting the gentlest of kisses, his hands simultanelously creeping up to her hips and eased them into swinging rapidly against his own, before he sang, the words loaded with flirtation.
Though I think I'll wait

Til the evening gets late

And I'm alone with you.
He moved back a fraction and rested his forehead against hers, her eyes fluttering obediently closed.
The time is right

Your perfume fills my head

The stars get red

And, oh, the night's so blue

And then I go and spoil it all

By saying somethin' stupid

Like "I love you."
And her eyes snapped open, searching for a song in his eyes. She didn't find one. And yet she'd heard the words.
"You're not just singing are you?"
He didn't even try to raise the corners of his mouth. Had he not been so close, she doubted she would have felt the sway of his head, moving in time to their hips. He repeated the line to her, stirring up butterflies in her stomach. He was looking at her with so much sincerity, her skin tingled. She felt as though he could see right down into her with those eyes. She so wanted to reach the bottom and find what was there, but somehow knew she never would. It wasn't just a line. It wasn't. Lines didn't make you feel like this.
"I love you." he whispered. "I..... love.... you."

The tone changed dramatically in that next moment. However mezmerized they had been by each other, Sharon & Dennis stepped back and joined the room in erupting into fits of laughter as Jill ripped into Simon, the latest track flooding the room.
"Oh my God! Si, I can't even say "You've totally outgayed yourself!" cos I don't know if that's close to what you've done! I was expecting Dirty Dancing.... The Supremes even, but Alice Cooper? What the hell were you thinking?"
"I just grabbed it." he shrugged back at her, barely able to hold back his own laughter, because aside from her disbelief, he could tell that was she was desperate to crease into fits of giggles. And most people had already started, er.... moving to the intro anyway, so it wasn't as if they were meeting any complaints.
"Feel like creating some real drama?" Dennis murmured suggestively, stepping up behind Sharon. And she'd barely gulped back a moan of submission when he'd taken her hand and pulled her into the middle of the candlelit floor, as yet unnoticed by the crowd grouped in front of their teachers.
"How obvious can I be here?" he asked her, raising his eyebrow, as if he were testing his limits. He laughed as her hand fell over the mark on her shoulder, luckily still hidden well by her hair.
"They'll all be half cut, so I'd say it doesn't matter." she replied, smirking and started to feel giddy with the anticipation. "But no biting - they're not that oblivious!"
"Ah, shit."
So instead, he thrust his hips into her and she immediately moved round, meeting him again with each circuit.
His eyes were sparkling hungrily as she looked at him, burning want hitting her square in the chest. She didn't know how far he would go with this, and maybe she was wrong to trust him so implicitly but she wanted to go with him so badly.
Your cruel device

Your blood like ice



He ran the back of his hand, slowly down her cheek and she savoured his touch, trying so desperately not to even blink, not wanting to miss a second where she could be immersed in those taunting eyes. His hand came down her arm and fell around her wrist, snatching it up and forcing her to back away from him to try and reclaim control of her own hand, because he wouldn't let go. In fact, he was holding on so tight that it hurt. But Sharon drank in that sensation too, assured that that was exactly the point.
One look could kill

My pain, your thrill
He pulled her savagely forward, pain pulsing through her wrist as she found herself crushed against him, his hands travelling all the way down her body. She threw her head back without realising, letting go of a silent gasp of ecstasy. It hurt, but at the same time, he was making her feel so good. Then suddenly, he flung her back as recklessly as he had forwards, the darkness in his face telling her he didn't care.
I wanna love you but I better not

Touch (Don't touch!)
Sharon waited, that next second dragging painfully by as Dennis' hidden smile emerged from the corner of his mouth. Extending his hand, she placed her fingertips barely against his, by now unsurprised by the shooting pain that went up her arm as he pulled forwards, and then back, his arms around her as she felt herself come closer and closer to the floor, the world suddenly turned on its head, or rather, hers. And then she was up again, on her own feet and spinning angrily away from him before she could draw another breath. Her chest was tight and she longed for air but at the same time, she couldn't have cared if she never felt any again.
I wanna hold you

But my senses tell me to stop
He threw himself to his knees, up on one in an instant, and covering the distance in a flurry of turns and knees up and down, one and two, until he was knelt at Sharon's feet, beginning to climb his way up her body, the friction between them feeling like electricity on their skin. Baring her neck, Sharon was more than aware of Dennis' hands cupping her chin, shoving her back. Oh, it must have looked so cruel, but the truth was, she barely felt him, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting him lift her into the air.
I wanna kiss you

But I want it too much

(Too much)

I wanna taste you

But your lips

Are venemous poison
"Jesus Christ!" Garry cried, suddenly alerting the two of them that the whole group had been watching them, awestruck. "What's he trying to do to her?"
Sharon heard the words, and she couldn't suppress a smile. Because she didn't know either, and she didn't care. Dennis could have split her lip and fractured her wrist and she knew she'd still have been on her knees, begging him for more.
She didn't come back down to the floor gently either. She fell in a heap, but still she knew it was what he had intended, and lifted her chin defiantly as everyone around them gasped, stuck between admiration for the sher brutality of their movement and worrying that Sharon was hurt. But she wasn't, and poured everything she had into a look of sheer contempt she flung in Dennis' direction as he pulled her up again, stamping his foot demandingly, tilting his head to one side, and then the other - taunting her, avoiding both her eyes and her mouth.
Everyone around them seemed enthralled in their every twitch, their eyes wide (Simon's jaw drilling a hole in the floor!) and forward, rolling their shoulders to the rhythm and drunkenly singing out the song to their entertainment by way of encouragement.
You're poison

You're poison running through my

Veins
She stepped out into a lunge and as she came against his chest again, she was sure, that while everyone else merely got the impression he was attacking her shoulder with his mouth, she had felt his teeth bite down into her flesh, and she flinched, her hand hovering unintentionally in the air a few centimetres from his cheek. Bastard. But she couldn't help but smirk. He might have been a bastard, but she loved him for it, and didn't resist as his other hand caught hers and brought it down against his face, swinging his hips gently into her.
You're poison

I don't wanna break these chains
Lifting his mouth away, his lips were suddenly just a fraction away from hers. She could feel each of his gasping breaths tickling her skin, and suddenly she didn't care about anything, just willing him to kiss her, to thrust his tongue in her mouth and let them all see that this wasn't just a theatrical piece. But he didn't, and she damn near screamed as he stepped back from her, leaving her to writhe and try her best to support herself.
She turned and sashayed towards him, raising a few wolf-whistles from the crowd, and she met his hips again, slower this time, resting her forehead against his, entwining their hands and raising them slowly into the air.
Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught
Their hands falling away from each other, Dennis drew her closer, wrapping his leg around hers and pulling so she fell against him.
Your skin, so wet

Black lace, on sweat

I hear you calling and it's

Needles and pins (and pins)
His hands roaming across her stomach and thighs and up her back, she saw danger burning his eyes, his smile forming wider as his hands came around her throat, his hold mercifully loose apart from his thumbs pressing into her windpipe, making her gasp, falling back against their audience's wincing and Dennis' ready arms.
I wanna hurt you just to hear you

Screaming my name
He pulled her back up and forced her away, spinning and slamming his hip into her.
Don't wanna touch you

But you're under my skin

(Deep in)

I wanna kiss you but your lips

Are venemous poison.
Dennis rushed at her, his arm coming around her waist as she faced him and they span, the room becoming entirely out of focus, the cheers and words becoming muffled, and whether anyone else heard her or not, Sharon didn't stop herself saying;
"I want you so much."
The smile in the corner of his mouth flickered. He'd heard her alright.
She moved away, not expecting this time to feel herself wrenched back and pulled down to the floor, and back up, the faces around her still naseautingly blurred. But she barely noticed, only paying attention to Dennis' desperate breaths as they moved and the sound of her own blood pounding in her ears.
You're poison

Running through my veins

You're poison

I don't wanna

Break these chains

Poison.



His hand skimming along her thigh and under the chiffon laps of her dress, he forced her leg up around his hip, holding her there, his eyes burning right through her with lust.
More through exhaustion than to embrace the (well-timed!) end of the song, Sharon found herself, collapsing against him. Everyone around them erupted into a buzz of cheering, clapping and whistling as Dennis steadied her, murmuring into her hair
"Sharon.... if you don't get me out of here now, I'm gonna do something that'll get me arrested for public indecency-"


Leading him outside, they got as far as the flats just by the playground before Dennis had pushed her up against the wall, forcing his desperate lips on hers, his hand immediately underneath her dress again. Anyone else, doing this to her, in public, and she'd have slapped them away, but him, God, she couldn't. She bit hastily on his lip, readily imparted and she teased him, sucking gently on his bottom lip before pushing into his mouth.
"Someone might see!"
Sharon knew it wasn't likely, they were hidden well in this alcove and he was crushed so hard against her, forcing her into the corner, her knees almost gone, that she probably wouldn't even have been seen, let alone recognised. And it certainly didn't look like she cared, but she thought she should say it anyway.
"Let 'em." he murmured breathlessly, barely coming back from her lips. "I'm dying for an excuse to tell someone all the things I wanna do to you."
Wanting so badly to laugh and take his lips again, instead all she managed was a shriek of pain.
"Sharon?"
Dennis leapt back and she regretted it, needing to have him so intoxicatingly close again. His face full of concern however, she let her fingers brush down her reddened neck.
"I think you hurt me..... back there..."
"Oh..." his smile fell. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry."
She grinned up at him, proudly showing off the mark as she gulped back the pain. "Well," she said flirtily, clearing her throat, "you could always..... make it better....."
Needing no more encouragement than that, his lips were against her neck in a moment, her shriek descending into a lustful moan as he caressed the pain away with his kiss.
"Mmmm." she whimpered, daring to laugh at the way he tickled her skin. "And so much for no biting Rickman."
He straightened up, holding her hips and loving the way that as he had kissed her, her one instinct had been to writhe against him, always wanting to touch more of him than she could reach.
"You shouldn't tease me so much then should you? Christ, I was so close to-"
She raised her eyebrow as his words trailed away. "So close to what?"
"You know what."
"Ohhh!" she mused mockingly, pressing her hand hard against his groin, and excited, although not surprised to realise, she couldn't rest her hand flat, his eyes bulging, not unlike his trousers; at her mere touch. "Really?"
"Yes! And.... oh shit!... unless you want me to do it here, you're gonna have to stop that."
"What's that then?" she quizzed innocently as she wrenched open his fly and slipped her hand inside, beginning to tease him.
"That!" he gasped. This was bad, he was getting harder by the second and he knew she knew it too, pumping him with her cool palm.
"Are you sure?"
And she smirked as she looked from his face, the muscles tightened as he pushed out each gasp and moan, to his left thigh, that seemed to have developed an involuntary twitch as her hand worked up and down his length. Bless him, he was as helpless as she was every time he touched her. It felt so fantastic to see that she could have such an effect on someone, she wasn't sure it had felt this intense before.
"Y-Yes!" he managed, though that could have been more pleasure than protest.
"OK."
Sharon moved back, stretching up and kissing his gasping mouth, and he responded desperately.
"You're cruel." Dennis told her when he had finally gained enough breath to. "You know I couldn't let you. It's not fair."
"What isn't?" she asked, sucking in a breath as he rounded on her, closer than ever, his eyes glittering in a way that told her there was more to come. This was her chance to pull back, to stop whatever it was. She knew that but it didn't even cross her mind, too many frustrations beating against her chest she needed to vent and there was only one way to do that.
"You. Sexually harrassing me in that impertinent manner."
"Oh you love it."
"I know. But it's selfish-"
"And messy." Sharon giggled.
Dennis rolled his eyes, a throaty laugh hanging in the air. "Yes. So...."
"So....?"
He didn't say anything, just kissed her, making sure she could feel his irripressible smirk against her mouth. The next thing she was aware of was the fact that his fingers were inching up the laps of her dress again, brushing her thighs, higher and higher....
"Mmmm!" she squealed anxiously into his mouth, gripping his hand. "Dennis!"
"What?!"
"Here?"
He looked at her out the corner of his eye, his smile stretching so wide, Sharon wondered if he would fracture his jaw. "Don't tell me you've never done it alfresco?"
"No!"
"Oh Sharon - I'm disappointed, really I am. I at least thought that this vicar of yours would-"
"Well he didn't!" she laughed, trying to push against him, but knowing only too well that she wasn't trying hard enough. "And I'm not planning to in the middle of February either!"
"That's fair enough I suppose." he muttered, although the pout he couldn't resist displaying told Sharon he didn't believe it. "But you know I won't get you home don't you?"
Aware that she was tingling, and it certainly wasn't through the cold either, Sharon smiled and the words "I hate you" seemed to be the only ones she could push out to make him realise that she was giving in.
He lifted her hastily against the wall as her tongue took his mouth again. The wet brick was scratching at her back, but she didn't care.
"No... no, that's not right!" he gasped into her ear, pulling her soaking underwear aside. "You're meant to tell me you love me."
"Ohhh!" she cried as he thrust into her, her clit throbbing with need as he moved. "Oh, I love you. I swear I love you. Mmmm.... Dennis-"
His lips did not leave her as he thrust into her again and again, letting each of her moans shudder through his mouth, too afraid that she would cry out his name too loud, even though that was all he wanted to hear.
As she met the floor again, she was still shaking, and he still couldn't bring air into his lungs, although he was perfectly able to straighten out Sharon's dress for her, happily taking in the detail of every curve.
"I love you too."
Taken by the tenderness of his words, Sharon wordlessly let him lead her towards the music beckoning them back into the community centre. They practically skipped back into the hall, and the crowd moved back as they were noticed, leaving the floor bare and open for them. As they all clapped and cheered, Dennis stooped just above Sharon's ear and muttered
"I feel like that Patrick Swayze bloke outta Dirty Dancing."
She looked at him smugly. She knew for certain now that she caught him watching it the other day. She'd never heard him call it anything other than "that dancing flick with the gay bloke you and Vicki drool over" before.
"Yeah, and they only ever wanted him for his body an' all."
"Well, I didn't think I'd heard any complaints just now." he smirked.
She pointedly ignored him. "What do you reckon? Are we gonna humour our adoring public?"
"Dunno." he shrugged, and Sharon suddenly saw what he was like as a teenager. Indecisive, while knowing exactly what he wanted, that twinkle in his eye, that smile in the corner of his mouth, just waiting for her to give in to him. "Wanna?"
She grinned indirectly at him, and Simon, catching her eye, leapt up, cutting off the track and starting over, knowing his "star couple" were about to put on another show.
The opening bars fell into the room like rain, tinkling gently. Dennis took her hand, every feature in her face teasing her. She span against him, and found his arms around her, swaying her gently.
The room exploded. Sharon wondered, for the split second when she should have been drawing a long overdue breath, why no-one had questioned the intimacy of their dancing. Were they really that blind? Or were they the ones doing the humouring, having no idea how else to address it?