AN: 1st Guest: I'm so glad the characters were authentic for you - trying to accurately gauge a character's dialogue and charisma is so important to me. 2nd Guest: I absolutely love to hear what parts you look forward to and I love that - so true! it's always nice when the others can see their connection. I'll be sure to note that when it comes up throughout the story.

The Heat of Passion, The Art of Pleasure

I finished crying in the instant that you left

And I can't remember where or when or how

And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

But when you touch me like this

And when you hold me like that

I just have to admit that it's all coming back to me

"What?" He asked, turning back around to face her.

"I didn't sleep with him." She repeated, letting go of his arm.

"You didn't?" He whispered. His eyes widened.

"No..." She breathed out. He exhaled loudly, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I gotta admit... I'm relieved." He confessed, "Thinking about the two of you... was torture." His eyes now fixated on her body.

"Well, I'm not quite ready to move on just yet." She whispered, feeling uneasy under his piercing gaze. "But Dylan... " She warned, "One day I will be... And you're going to have to come to terms with that. Especially since-"

"-Since what?" He interrupted, now looking her right in the eyes, "Since I'm with Brenda?"

She exhaled in response. Giving him a look that expressed her frustration with his unwillingness to cooperate.

"Alright fine." He scratched his head. "Let's say I do it. Let's say I leave... Break up my family, ruin my son's home... and then what?" His hands now resting in his pockets, "We fall back into us... as we do. Madly and passionately in love until we become obsessive. Then the inevitable happens... our love turns into addiction, and we lose each other. Every loss more painful than the last." His voice was quiet and calm.

She sighed, "...And repeat. The affair never ends."

"Yep." He shrugged. She began to pace around, he observed her closely.

"You're right." She finally agreed, "You told me a long time ago: everyone says this kind of passion isn't good for you. Guess no good can come from this."

"No." He shook his head, "They were wrong. It is good for us. Our love is healthy, it's special. And there will never be anything greater than that. It's just our timing that sucks." He consoled.

She smiled at him, "My fault, my failure... is not the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them."

"Jack Kerouac." He nodded, impressed. "You remembered..." He drawled, feeling touched.

"Yep." She smiled sweetly. His gaze set upon her, and wouldn't waver. She started to feel anxious as he slowly headed towards her, closing the gap between them. Her eyes followed his every move as his hand reached up to place her lose hair strands behind her ear. The touch of his fingertips made her wobble. His hand stroked her cheek before making its way to cup the back of her neck. His eyes settled on her lips, before lowering his onto hers.

She found herself succumbing to this kiss, opening her mouth to deepen it. A soft moan escaped her lips as his hands wrapped around her waist to pull her towards him. He held her so tightly and so close to him that her hips were now pressing into his, causing him to slouch over her. One hand finally reached up for her hair as their kisses got hungrier. But before he could feel her luscious locks, her hand held his arm back.

"Dylan..." She said breathlessly, forcing an unwilling Dylan to allow their lips to part. Anxious to return his lips to hers, he gawked at hers. "We can't."

He exhaled, and nodded. But it didn't take long for them to close the gap between them once more.

Once his lips met hers, the pace of their passionate embrace rapidly increased. She found herself involuntarily heading up the stairs with him. Unable to think or see anything else, they gripped onto one another and moved up the stairs as one - their lips refused to part.

"Wait, wait... " He gasped, struggling to catch his breath in the middle of the staircase. "What about Pamela?" He whispered

"She's at Steve's." She said hurriedly, and they resumed their make-out session.

Mature Content (Can be skipped if preferred - You're not missing anything from the story if you do).

Once they made it to her room, he towered over her as she began to unbuckle his belt. Still forcibly kissing her, he rushed to lift up her shirt that was tucked into her jeans.

He unbuttoned her blouse, she unbuttoned his jeans. The clothes came off and they remained only in their underwear.

Without a second thought, she jumped up onto him, and kissed him passionately. He held her up with one hand, unhooking her bra with the other. Once the bra fell to the floor, he buried his head in her chest, to which her head fell back.

He then lowered her to the bed and slumped himself over her. He took a moment to gaze at her, he hungrily eyed her as his fingers stroked her neck. The subtlety of his touch already drove her wild. His fingers trailed down her breast and drew circular motions around her nipple, before tracing a line down to her hip. She wriggled underneath him as his finger trailed along the waistband of her underwear from hip to hip, unable to steady her breathing as the tingling sensation grew. His hand caressed her curves ever so gently, making her ache for him in between her legs. The sparks between them were electrifying, and he smirked as she bit her lip.

With a faint moan under her breath, she closed her eyes, and he enjoyed watching her squirm. Finally, his fingers slipped under her panties, trailing lower between her legs, stopping at her clitoris before trailing along to enter her. She gasped as his finger swirled around inside her. She yelped at the sudden entrance, he hushed her with a soothing "Shh."

Her lips parted, struggling to fight back heavy breaths as he continued to control her pleasure with one finger. Her toes began to curl as he inserted another finger. A loud moan escaped her lips, which prompted him to lower his onto hers. Their lips brushed against one another, both parted, gasping for air. He enjoyed hovering so closely over her mouth, where he could inhale her moans as his mouth rested on hers. He brushed tip of his nose against the tip of hers before finally kissing her. His tongue entered her mouth and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Engulfed in the kiss, he slowly released her from his fingers, and pulled her panties off of her. He then removed his boxers and wriggled himself in between her legs. Now he entered her, he was throbbing hard inside her. They both let out a loud satisfactory moan as soon as they became one.

Their hips aligned as their bodies began to adopt a shared rhythm. Moving as one, their arms reached out to hold onto each other for dear life. Gripping onto one another, his face hovered over hers, his mouth desperate to taste her, but the intense swaying of their bodies made their mouths miss each other with each thrust. He began to thrust harder into her, jolting her into arching her back from the sensation. His hand reached up to cup the top of her head and protect her from hitting the headboard. She began to moan louder and louder, until her screams were uncontrollable. His head collapsed on the side of her neck, groaning with pleasure, feeling the touch of her hair on his cheek.

The sensation started to intensify. He bit her shoulder. Her nails scratching his back. He thrusted deeper inside of her. Deeper and deeper. She moaned. He groaned. As the buildup continued. "Oh god." She screamed. "Yes!" She cried. Thrusting into her, faster and faster, he groaned "Kel!" calling for her . Her hands reached for the sheet, scrunching it up in her fist as the pleasure intensified. The pace got faster, the room got blurrier, the air between them got steamier. The sweat dripped from their bodies. She lifted her head up to his, moaning into his mouth. He reached for her hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, his lips smushed onto her cheek. One more heavy breath, one more thrust, one more scream and... explosion.

Dylan parked outside his house and looked at his watch. Midnight. He had been gone for 2 and a half hours. He grabbed his car key and shoved in his pocket and hesitantly went inside the house. To his surprise, Brenda wasn't there, neither was his son.

He grabbed a soda from the fridge and slumped himself on the couch. He felt relieved. He felt satisfied. He felt the most satisfied he had felt in a long time. His body had craved her and he finally got to quench his desire. But it didn't take long for the guilt to kick in.

He sat there as the events that had just transpired roamed around in his head. Him and Kelly's bodies entwined in a steamy embrace between her sheets. He could picture every single minute of it. It was so fresh in his memory, replaying over and over, it was hard to think about anything else. He could still hear her screaming out "Yes." He could still feel her hair in his face and her breath on his lips as she softly moaned into his mouth.

It was the first time he truly felt guilty.

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than any laws allow

If I kiss you like this, and you whisper like that

It was lost long ago, but it's all coming back to me

It's so hard to resist, and it's all coming back to me

It's all coming back to me now