AN: Wow you all like the steamy stuff :D haha
Color Inside The Lines
She says her love for me could never die
But that'll change if she ever found out about you and I
Oh but her love is cold
Would it hurt her if she didn't know
'Cause when it gets too much, I need to feel your touch.
Dylan took a sip of his soda, he could still smell Kelly's scent on his fingers. He got up and hoped to take a quick shower before everyone got home. He stood there with the shower running, unable to move. All he could think about was the pleasure he had just experienced that was immediately met with pain. The pain of cheating, the pain of not being able to do it again. It was always a contradiction; it was something he always wanted, it was something he wish he didn't want.
Luckily for him, he managed to escape the shower before his family arrived. He got out, grabbed a towel and caught his reflection in the mirror. He turned around and noticed the scratches on his back. Shit, he thought, and proceeded to head straight to the room to find a t-shirt.
Half an hour had passed. He was dried and dressed and back on the sofa. Just then his son arrived.
"Hi." James breathed out as he entered the living room. "Sorry I'm late."
"Hi." Dylan replied quietly.
"You're not gonna yell? It's past curfew."
"You're off the hook tonight." Dylan muttered
James sighed and joined him on the couch. "It's the strangest thing... I left Daniel's on time. I just ended up roaming around, trying to clear my head."
"I understand." Dylan nodded, "...You wanna talk about it?"
"No... That's the last thing I want to do. I'm sick of being reminded of it... even at school. I look over and she's there... I turn the other way, and he's there."
Brenda arrived home. She found Dylan on the couch. She took a deep breath and joined him.
"Rehearsal ran late..." He noted
"Yeah..." She breathed out. She hesitantly joined him on the couch. She had no idea that Dylan was struggling to be present right now. "This new play... I like it a lot."
"That's good." Dylan nodded, "I'm happy for you babe."
"Thanks." She looked down at the floor before turning to face him after a beat. "I have to tell you something."
"Okay." He still couldn't face her.
"...The last play I did, the New York one..."
"Yeah?"
"I got Rick a writing gig."
"Rick? Old Rick? Paris Rick?"
"Yes." She replied. Dylan remained silent
"He was very interested in the job and this is just the kind of thing he likes to write."
"Plays?" Dylan crinkled his forehead
"Well, not everyone wants to write poetry." She muttered, and Dylan sighed in agreement, "Anyway, our working relationship was strictly professional... on my part."
"On your part?" Dylan repeated
"He... he said he still has feelings for me - I shut it down." She insisted
"Okay..."
"But." She began and Dylan finally turned to face her, "He kissed me tonight. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I didn't start it but I didn't stop it." She shook her head.
"...It's okay." He said quietly, closing his eyes
"Either way a kiss is a kiss." She continued, but he held up his hand to stop her rambling
"I said it's okay!" His voice was harsh. He got up abruptly and left for the bedroom.
Dylan lied in bed as Brenda came into the room. She slowly crawled into bed beside him and they both lied on their backs looking up at the ceiling. Eventually he reached out and pulled her towards him. He hugged her, rubbing her back and arm as her arm wrapped around his stomach and her head rested on his chest.
About an hour and a half later, Brenda was asleep, still resting her head on his chest. He opened his eyes and leaned forward to kiss the top of her head. He rested his head back down and to his surprise, Kelly was sitting on the edge of the bed.
He blinked a couple of times, but she remained seated.
"Stop thinking about it." She sighed, "Stop thinking about me."
"I'm not." He insisted
"Yes you are... You're wondering how you got back here. Her in your arms and me on your mind."
Dylan let out a deep breath
"You don't know what to do. You want to keep your happy, wholesome family for your son. But you want me."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"We can't have it both ways, Dylan. You know that. Not even you can have it all. Unless..." She leaned over and hovered over him. She decided to lick and nibble on his ear before turning to face Brenda. Her lips then met Brenda's.
Dylan woke up in a fright! Letting out an exasperated sigh at the dream he had just had. Luckily for him, Brenda did not wake. She simply rolled away and hugged her pillow.
He got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face.
Damn it. He groaned. He began to feel uneasy, remembering her touch and the memory of the passion they had only hours ago. He started to feel that same sense of withdrawal again. "No!" He said firmly, looking into the mirror above the sink.
"Get it together. You can't have it both ways. You can't have her and you can't go back to obsessing. It was just an itch and you scratched it. Now let it go."
"How you doing?" Daniel came and greeted James at his locker at school.
"Alright." James nodded, "I really appreciate this, man. I know it must be awkward with Pam being your cousin and all."
"I love her, but I don't see why you and I should stop being friends just because you broke up."
James smiled at him.
"Besides, with all the drama... you could use a friend." Daniel patted him on the back.
Just then Thomas walked by, looking over to them. James turned away from his gaze and headed off with Daniel. Thomas sighed and continued on walking to his locker, where he passed by Pamela and Delilah.
"Ugh. I can't believe I got so caught up with him." Pamela groaned once Thomas passed them.
"...He looks kinda sad." Delilah said sympathetically
"Did you forget what he said to me?" Pamela huffed
"I know he was mean. But maybe he was just hurt since James punched him in front of the whole school. You said yourself he told you that James would forgive him... Guess he never expected to be wrong." Delilah sighed and Pamela rolled her eyes. "I don't know... maybe he did really like you."
"He made it clear that he didn't."
"Pam... does that really look like the face of a guy who didn't care?"
Pamela looked over at Thomas who was shoving his books in his locker. She quickly turned away. "I don't know and I don't care." She walked off.
Kelly opened her door that afternoon to find Dylan behind it.
"What are you doing? Someone could have seen you!" She snapped
"Relax, I parked around the corner." He groaned before letting himself in.
"What are you doing here?" She folded her arms
"...It's not enough." He breathed out. She looked him in the eyes and realized what he meant.
"No. No..." Her voice was all panicky "No, Dylan. It was enough. It was a one time thing." She said firmly.
"I'm glad that's working for you because... I said it was an itch to scratch. Yet here I am."
"No." She shook her head, "Dylan, it was a moment of weakness... Know when to leave it alone." She urged, frustrated.
"Can you do that?" He said moving closer to her, "Do you want to do that?"
"Yes." Her voice was trembling with uncertainty as his head slowly lowered down to hers. His lips met hers and he stole a passionate kiss. His arms were wrapped around her, her hands found their way to grip onto his hair.
She finally pulled away. He stood there, lips parted, trying to catch his breath. "We can't, Dylan! My daughter will be home from school any minute." She cried out
He attempted to slow down his breathing before he spoke. "Meet me tomorrow."
"No." She shook her head, stepping away from him.
"Come on, the BelAge. We'll talk in private." He drawled
"No. I'm not sneaking around in a hotel for you." She said firmly, "I won't show up."
He rolled his eyes and began to head for the door. "12 o'clock."
"I mean it." She insisted
"Then what are you worried about?" He glanced at her before letting himself out. "I'll text you everything."
"Hello miss. How can I help you?" The receptionist asked
Kelly stood there awkwardly and muttered, "Uh... I'm supposed to meet someone. Can you call them down?"
"Certainly, name and room number?"
"Uh room 201... Eddie Waitkus." She swallowed a gulp.
"Okay... and your name, miss?"
"Um... Ilsa" She fidgeted, "...Blaine."
The receptionist began to dial. "Hello Mr Waitkus an Ilsa...?"
"Blaine." She cleared her throat.
"Ilsa Blaine is here to see you."
"Send her up." Dylan replied on the other end of the line.
"You can go right on up, Miss." The receptionist turned to Kelly
"No. Um tell him I'd like to meet in the lobby... or the bar."
"Okay. Mr. Waitkus, Miss Blaine would like you to meet her in the lobby."
"No. Tell her to come up." Dylan insisted
"Miss, he says it's fine. Go right on up." The receptionist smiled
"No." Kelly said through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry, but please tell him to come down now."
"Okay..." The receptionist did his best to hide his frustration, "Mr. Waitkus-"
"-I heard." Dylan interjected, "She'll come up." He hung up.
The receptionist sighed and turned to Kelly, "I'm sorry, he insisted you go upstairs and he hung up."
"About time." Dylan opened the hotel room door.
"Well, I'm here now. So talk." She said, folding her arms once she entered.
"Come here." He suggested seductively
"No." She shook her head, "Is that why you brought me here? You thought we could sneak off in some hotel and make love? Then what? We go back to our lives so you can preserve your precious family? ...I don't think so!" She began to head out, but his voice stopped her.
"Kel..." He drawled, "Why is everything so black and white with you?"
"Excuse me?" She turned back around to face him.
"You can't reduce us to some cliche... We have a connection that is rare. We tried steering clear from each other, and look how well that turned out." He scoffed.
She sighed. He then made his way towards her, "Look, I know this isn't ideal. But it is a chance for us to be with each other... Because I gotta tell ya, it's agony trying to stay away from you."
He reached for her but she pulled away.
"Dylan." She huffed, "You always do this. Even as a kid... you never did colour inside in the lines." She sighed, "But the lines are there."
"Well... They're a little blurry right now." He lowered his head and hovered his lips over hers, desperate to taste her. She could hear her own breathing. Him being this close to her made her want to melt into his arms.
She exhaled and quickly gained composure, "Well, un-blur them." She turned on her heel but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
Literally sweeping her off her feet as she bumped into him once he spun her back around. He held her close to him, and she felt nervous as his hand reached out and he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip.
Both hands then reached to cup her face as his eyes fixated on her mouth. Her knees began to buckle by his seductive touch. He tilted his head to one side and his lips searched for hers.
"Open your mouth." He whispered, and she obliged. Once he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she closed her eyes. She couldn't think about anything else.
She's got a heart of gold, she'd never let me down
But you're the one that always turns me on, you keep me coming round
I know that her love is true
But it's so damn easy making love to you
Run to you - Bryan Adams