The Taste Of You

Over and over I've dreamed of this night
Now you're here by my side
You are next to me
I want to hold you
And touch you and taste you
And make you want no one but me

Dylan was definitely struggling with the absence of his and Kelly's frequent rendezvous, but he did his best to write his poems and everything his editor had asked of him after she had reviewed his idea.

He couldn't concentrate half of the day, though, day-dreaming about her, and counting down the hours until he could be with her.

He whipped out his phone and began to text her.

You're always on my mind.

I can't work, eat or sleep.

I'm aching for you.

-Dylan

Kelly felt butterflies flutter in her stomach as she read the message. No one made her swoon quite like Dylan McKay. She was just about to reply but Mark walked over to her and joined her on the couch. She quickly locked her phone screen and exhaled slowly, keeping her cool.

"Everything okay?" He eyed her closely

"Yeah... everything's great." She shot him a soft smile.

"Dylan you didn't have to come down here. I would've brought the contract to you." David protested once Dylan entered the Peach Pit After Dark.

"Ah well, I wanted some fresh air." Dylan sighed

"Where are the bag of peanuts!" Erin came bursting out of the storage room, rummaging behind the counter

"In the cupboard." David yelled over

"I remember you... " Erin said once she had picked up the bag of peanuts and headed over to the table they were sat at. "You still owe me a drink."

"Uh No." Dylan chuckled before noticing David was looking at him suspiciously."No." Dylan shook his head, assuring him.

"You're that old family friend." Erin said finally pulling out a chair to sit herself.

"Old?" Dylan cocked an eyebrow

"He is my new partner." David interjected

"Oh well, we'll all have fun working together. One big happy family." Erin teased

"Actually, you'll be in college." David corrected

"I'm not going back." Erin slouched back on her chair.

"Erin." David warned

"I'm serious." She huffed, "I don't need college. I want to paint... Like Donna."

"Donna also went to college." David added

"Well, I think it's a waste of time." Erin folded her arms.

"So did I." Dylan inserted himself in the conversation, causing both David and Erin to look at him. "In fact, I dropped out."

"See, it worked out fine for you." Erin said cheerfully.

"Yeah... But I had a pretty hefty trust fund. I knew I'd be able to take care of myself and even a family someday." Dylan added

"I will too when that day comes." Erin sounded self-assured

"How? You gonna get a job? Because that's hard without a college degree." Dylan shook his head

"I'll model." Erin shrugged

"Only for so long." Dylan affirmed

"My mum and my sister modeled well into their thirties." Erin seemed annoyed at Dylan's response.

"Yeah, that means you've only got less than a couple decades to make enough money for a lifetime. That's if you can find consistent work."

"What makes you think I won't?" Erin snapped

"Well... your sister is one of the most beautiful women in Beverly Hills. And that still wasn't enough when she surpassed their age requirements." Dylan shrugged. Erin sat there in silence, frustrated. She eventually groaned and got up, heading over to the DJ booth.

"Thank you." David breathed out to Dylan with a sigh of relief.

"...Sometimes, you just gotta be honest with young people." Dylan sat back on his chair, offering David a half smile.

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"Dylan! Boy am I glad to see you." Mark grinned as he caught up with Dylan on the street.

"Can't imagine why." Dylan closed his eyes, stopping in his tracks, irritated by the sound of Mark's voice alone.

"Well you see... " Mark now stood in front of him, "Kelly and I, we're getting pretty serious." Mark then proceeded to wrap his arm around Dylan's shoulders. "And I've been trying to wriggle myself in to her life. But now I have you to thank."

"Why's that?" Dylan mumbled, wriggling away from Mark and shoving his arm off of him.

"Well, when you saw us at the mixer, you went berserk. And I couldn't put my finger on why. You're a happily married man as you say... But Kelly connected the dots for me." Mark grinned again.

"Did she now?" Dylan said dismissively, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah. She told me all about how you share a child... and a strong connection. Then it was clear, all I had to do is prove that I'm everything you're not."

"Yeah, you're worse." Dylan scoffed

"Maybe. But I can't tell you how great it feels to finally have something that you wanted. Just once, I wanted you to be jealous of me and not the other way around."

"Are you done?" Dylan's patience was wearing thin. He was about to walk off but Mark stood in his way

"Not quite." Mark paused, as Dylan tried to leave once more, "Oh come on, don't you want to hear about my epiphany?"

"Not really." Dylan mumbled

"Well... " Mark began again, continuing to follow Dylan down the street, "I realized... I don't have to do anything. I can just go home to Kelly and relish, knowing that you.. are constantly reminded of the fact that I'm fucking her." Mark smirked as Dylan stopped dead in his tracks.

Dylan let out a fierce, shaky exhale, trying to control his temper.

After a moment to gather himself, he turned to face Mark.

"You better move out of the way." He growled quietly

"Or what?" Mark asked in a nonchalant manner

"Or I'll mess up your face." Dylan quietly threatened.

"You won't though." Mark chuckled, "You can't... Everyone will know why you did it." Dylan shook his head and walked off, leaving Mark standing there with a devilish grin smeared across his face.

When Jack Kerouac fell in love with his goddess, he was a teenager.

When I did, I never grew out of it.

He declared to woo her with his accomplishments

I pushed mine away.

He claimed his goddess was his dream girl who he would one day marry.

I knew I wouldn't be so lucky.

He was mesmerized by her scarlet lips, the fire in her eyes, and the way her neck curved up delicately.

It's safe to say, we worship the same kind of woman.

He claimed he hadn't the nerve to ask her to his senior prom.

Whereas I made memories with my goddess at mine.

And yet, his memories seem a lot warmer and brighter than mine.

Dylan had finished editing his poem at his desk where his typewriter used to be. He began to email it to Lindsey, titling the subject: 2nd poem inspired by poets and writers.

Dylan did his best to distract himself from Mark's words. He didn't know whether Kelly was sleeping with him or not, but it didn't bode well for him to think about. All he could do is hope that Mark's behaviour was merely an immature act of flaunting what wasn't really there. It was bad enough that Dylan was craving her, missing her like there was something physically missing from him; it felt as though he was missing a limb when he wasn't around her. That's what happened when he stopped resisting his passions and allowed himself to sink his teeth into her; now he was back at square one: starving for another taste of her, now that he let her in. The last thing he needed was to let Mark into his head. The problem was, the only way Dylan ever got the idea of Kelly and another man out of his head, was to replace it by making love to her himself.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime instead of a week, Kelly was free to meet up with Dylan. The minute Pam had left for school, Kelly picked up her phone and searched for Dylan's name.

I have a surprise for you.

12 o'clock.

-Kelly

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A shirtless Dylan opened the hotel door to find Kelly had shown up in an overcoat. She pulled it open to display her sexy black negligee, stockings and suspenders. Dylan's jaw dropped when he saw the outfit.

"Wow." He grinned, "You look amazing." He said as he quickly pulled her into the room. Without much time to breathe, he pulled her in for a long, longing kiss, taking her coat off her and letting it fall to the floor. Not wanting to waste any time, there was no time for small talk. They didn't want to waste a minute of this rendezvous being apart after desiring each other all week. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly towards him so that he slouched over her as a result. His mouth hungrily devouring hers, as his tongue massaged hers. One hand gripped onto the back of her suspender belt, his other hand was already entangled in her hair. His fingers massaging the back of her head as the kiss grew intense. Their lips remained touching even when they parted to come up for air. His mouth refused to leave hers, as they continued to breathe into each other's mouths with every desperate kiss.

"Mmm." They both moaned in satisfaction.

"God, I've missed you." He said in between kisses. They couldn't pry themselves off of each other for a second to talk.

"How was your week?" Kelly's voice was muffled as her lips were smushed into his, and his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Conversation would have to weasel its way in as they couldn't possibly resist their passionate embrace.

"Fine." His muffled voice whispered as he led her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto him. She sat on his lap as they continued to kiss. "We got Steve's wedding invite." He spoke before his lips brushed along her neck.

A light moan escaped her lips as he trailed kisses along her collarbone. He leaned back to get a good look at her. His hands then reached up and slid under the straps of her negligee, pulling them off her shoulders. The material fell, now displaying her breasts. He gawked at them before his hands cupped each one. He then lowered his head in between them, rubbing his cheek against them before his lips brushed across to her nipple.

His tongue flicked her nipple, causing her to let out a soft groan. She tilted her head back, immersing herself in the pleasure.

"Don't bring Mark." Dylan said under his breath right before he sucked on her nipple.

"What?" She said with a heavy breath. She was confused for a moment, struggling to be present with his warm breath on her breasts.

"To the wedding." He said in between kissing and sucking on her nipple.

"Dylan..." She groaned at how manipulative he could be sometimes. His tongue then trailed over to her other breast and began to suck on that nipple.

"I don't want to see you with him." He said with her nipple still in his mouth.

She exhaled loudly, trying to control her breath, which was unsteady from the sensation his mouth caused being in contact with her skin.

"Well, tough." She finally breathed out.

He stopped suddenly and looked up at her, smirking at her defiance. He then bit her nipple causing her to yelp, to which he smirked again.

She couldn't help but grin herself, frustrated by how charming that smirk could be. She pushed his upper body down on the bed, causing him to reposition himself at the head of the bed. She then lowered her body down onto his. She bit his bottom lip before kissing him.

Her mouth made its way down to his neck, he laid there, closing his eyes in contentment. As she began to trail kisses and nibbles down his chest, he lifted his head up to get a good look at her. Feeling giddy, he watched as she licked all the way down his torso.

She slowly lowered his pants until he was naked before her. Ever so gently, her tongue grazed over his bulge before touching everything else surrounding his quivering member. This caused him to quietly moan.

She could hear him panting as her nails lightly scratched up his inner thighs. Her mouth then finally wrapped around his shaft, and he could no longer close his mouth as his breathing grew louder. As her mouth sunk deeper onto him, he began to clench. His legs began to shake as her mouth slid along his manhood, the tempo of which she devoured him began to increase. His hand reached down to stroke the back of her head, his fingers haphazardly becoming entangled in her hair as he could no longer see straight.

He was now caught up in his satisfactory inhalations, as she continued to clutch onto him tightly. Her lips brushing along his shaft as her tongue lubricated him. Struggling to control himself, he looked over at her in between his legs, his hand now gripping onto her hair tightly in the heat of passion before grabbing it all in his fist. Holding onto her hair, he pushed her head deeper into him, speeding up the pace.

"I'm gonna come." He groaned out, as his head fell back onto the pillow. As the intensity built up, he released himself in her mouth.

"Fuck, Kel." He exhaled, his grasp now softened from a fist, as his fingers stroked the back of her head, messing up her hair as the strands were entwined in each finger. "What you do to me..." He groaned, almost to himself.

Her lips finally, slowly, released his member as they slid off him after sucking the last drop out of him. This made him quiver once more.

She had just pulled herself up before he caught his breath and grabbed her arms. "Where you going?" He stared at her with intensity, his lips parted as they hungrily stared at hers.

Before she could answer, he pulled her back and threw her onto the other side of the bed. He then hovered over her and removed her stockings, then her suspenders, and then aggressively pulled off her negligee over her head. He slumped himself over her and, with the most passionate urgency, he made love to her.

After they had made love, Dylan and Kelly got into the shower together before getting dressed to leave. She did her best to towel dry her hair before heading out.

She checked that her overcoat was properly buttoned, and once she got out of the hotel, she took a deep breath.

She walked out onto the pavement when someone startled her.

"Kelly?" Donna was surprised to see her.

"Donna!" Kelly gasped, "What are you doing here?"

"I just got back from the dentist, teeth cleaning." Donna eyed her closely, "Are you okay? Did you swim?" She joked at the state of Kelly's wet hair.

"Um." Kelly sighed nervously, "Well..."

Before Kelly could finish her sentence, Dylan head out of the hotel behind them.

Donna looked over at him in shock, watching him walk off in the opposite direction. He hadn't seem them, but they saw him.

Donna then turn to face Kelly, disappointment smeared across her face.

Over and over, I look in your eyes
You are all I desire
You have captured me
I want to hold you
I want to be close to you
I never want to let go