Give Me Love - Part II

Give me love like never before

'Cause lately I've been craving more

And it's been a while but

I still feel the same

Maybe I should let you go

"Come here." He whispered and dragged her to the storage room.

"What are you doing?" She snapped, pulling away from him once they were inside.

"We need to talk." He said firmly, closing the door behind them.

"Here? Now?" She sounded unimpressed

"It's about us." He assured

"Us?" She scoffed, letting out a bitter chuckle before giving him a stern look. "I told you, Dylan... Whatever did or didn't start between us, it's over."

"Kelly-" He shook his head. He grew irritated as she interrupted him.

"-Stop wasting my time. We both know you're not here to be with me. We're in hiding for crying out loud! And for what? So you can do the bare minimum to keep me hanging on?" She folded her arms.

"Can I talk?" He groaned

"Are you leaving your wife?" She shot him another stern look. This time he lowered his head, backing down from the fight. She exhaled, trying to hide her disappointment. "I thought so." She shook her head, trying to stay strong and not let the tears fall. "...Donna was right. God, I'm a fool..."

"Kelly-" He pleaded, reaching out for her, but she shoved his hand away and gained composure.

"-You don't love me. I don't know what you feel for me at this point, but it isn't love."

"That's not true." He pleaded again.

"Yes it is. You're holding on to... I don't know, feed your ego, chase a high... But you're never going to commit to me like you did with her." She looked down at the floor before closing her eyes. He tried to come closer to comfort her but she walked further away. "Are you?" She said with a warning tone.

"Kel, listen to me." He began but she was having none of it.

"Are you?" She urged. The tone of her voice had raised. He let out a frustrated exhale and raised his own voice.

"I'm scared. Alright?" His threw his hands in the air, "I'm scared. I'm scared of going back there, and it going all wrong. I'm scared of it being college all over again. If I lose control... of my drinking... If I relapse again... I don't want to go back to that and I'm scared I will... I can't let my son see me like that." He sounded sorrowful, he sounded hopeless.

But it wasn't enough for her this time. Not after she had foolishly told Donna she agreed to an affair, knowing she wasn't going to get a commitment.

"So go." She snapped, "Go back to Brenda. Leave me alone."

"Is that really want you want?" He looked at her longingly, calling her bluff.

"Now? Yes. I'm going to go salvage things with Mark before I ruin another perfectly good relationship for you." She sneered and he scoffed in response.

"Fine go on." He said with an exhausted sigh, "Go off with Mark. Let's see how well that'll work out."

"Sure, why wouldn't it work out with someone who's sweet, thoughtful... consistent..." She hissed

"Consistent," He scoffed again,"That's what you want across the board? That's the passion you want in the bedroom?"

She shook her head in anger. She was sick of him and his snarky comments. She reached up and slapped him across the face. Hard.

The side of his face prickling from the slap, he reached up and rubbed his cheek where she had hit him.

"Well," He sighed, unfazed by the slap as usual. Although his forehead crinkled as he rubbed it. "You still hit hard... Must be sexual frustration." He retorted

She was about to slap him again but this time he grabbed her arm. She reached up to hit him with the other and he grabbed that one too. Holding her arms up against the door on either side of her, he let out a fierce exhale, as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp. After exerting enough energy, she gave up and glared at him. He glared at her right back. She let out a breathy sigh, as he stared at her with those Dylan McKay eyes. His gaze then lowered onto her lips, and with one swift motion, his lips came crashing onto hers.

Mature

The kiss was so passionate, their chemistry was so captivating and sizzling that they could barely close their mouths in between desperate kisses. Their lips remained touching as they came up for air, inhaling each other's warm breath. He then gripped onto her wrists even tighter and held her arms up over her head. He then pressed his hips into hers, trapping her in between him and the door. He then grabbed onto both wrists with his left hand, while his right lowered down to caress her face. Her lips remained parted, desperate for him to return his lips to hers, but instead his thumb found its way to her bottom lip, brushing along it before his hand continued down to her neck.

She leaned her head forward to taste his mouth but he reciprocated with a quick flick of his tongue onto her lips. He then lowered his head down, trailing kisses down her neck to her chest. He buried his head in her cleavage, kissing every inch of her cleavage until she let out a heavy groan. With that, he knew he had her right where he wanted her, so he let go of her wrists. Her hands quickly gripped onto his hair, and his hands slid down her body, enjoying the touch of her silky black cocktail dress. He then lifted it up and slipped his hands under it. He pulled down her black lace panties, and she lifted her knees one by one to help him take them off. He dropped them onto the floor and she kicked off her heels.

He then pushed her back onto the door, with one hand wrapped around the small of her back, his other hand slipped under her dress once more. His finger gently stroked her clitoris. Her hands reached out and grabbed onto his shirt, as he inserted one finger inside her. She gasped, letting out a faint moan, to which he responded by inserting another finger inside her. She began to moan louder, so his placed his other hand over her mouth. As his fingers swirled around inside her, her muffled moans began to hypnotize him. He eventually couldn't take it anymore, and released her from his fingers. He rapidly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, and they dropped to his ankles, his hands then gripped onto the back of her thighs and lifted her up. He then thrusted his dick inside her, slamming her onto the door with each thrust, but she didn't mind. The tiny storage room heated up with steam quickly. Their lips searched for each others as heavy inhalations clouded the air between them. Their tongues only touched a handful of times as their lips continued to miss each other with each thrust.

The heat of passion began to overpower them. With every deep thrust, Kelly was one step closer to climaxing. As the buildup encompassed her, her loud moans morphed into screams.

"Oh god!" She cried, as his hands squeezed her butt cheeks for better grip as he pounded into her. "Yes... Yes!" She screamed with urgency as she reached orgasm. In the midst of the orgasm, she could no longer control herself or see anything around them. The shelves beside them began to rattle the more he pounded her into the door. "Oh Dylan!" She moaned once she had completely let loose. She started to feel dizzy. Once the force of the orgasm had hit, her body was still recovering from the shakes. Dylan slowed down the pace. His thrusts were now slow and gentle, allowing her to catch her breath.

She could barely speak. Her moans were softer now and ever so pleasing to his ears. "Oh Dylan." She said almost in a whisper. She continued to moan weakly and desperately, feeling completely satisfied with the intense pleasure she had just experienced. "I love you so much."

In that moment, he came inside her. Releasing himself after hearing those words. His gentle thrusts came to a halt, at the deepest they could possible get inside her. Clenching himself as he forced himself deeply into her until the last drop left his dick. With that, he let out a rough, heavy groan, feeling woozy. He couldn't release himself until the tension wore thin. His shaky legs finally found the strength to lift his body off of her after leaning on her during orgasm, and he pulled his shaft out of her.

He remained stood before her, his hand beside her on the door, holding his body up. She was still trapped between him and the door. She gazed longingly into his eyes, and he gazed longingly into hers. They both stood there, trying to catch their breath.

"...You didn't say it back." She said eventually, once her breathing was calm.

"Kel..." He said breathlessly, still struggling to cool down.

"You can't." She sighed. She then pushed past him and slid her feet into her shoes and made sure her dress was pulled back down properly.

"Kelly..." He urged with heavy inhalations.

"I have to go." She said, feeling defeated

"No, wait." He grabbed her hand but she forcefully pulled away and walked out.

Kelly shut the door behind her. Dylan remained inside, gathering himself. He brushed his hair back and sighed deeply. He then spotted her black lacy panties on the floor. He picked up the underwear and quickly shoved it in his pocket.

He finally left the storage room and took another deep breath before he joined the crowd.

Dylan walked back through the dance floor and over to the table where Brenda was. Behind one of the columns was Mark, lurking in the shadows as he watched Dylan walk off.

James went out the back to get some fresh air, where he spotted smoke. He turned to his left to find Thomas leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette. James walked over and joined him.

"So... " He began. Thomas didn't look up as he took another drag. "...You said you loved her."

Thomas glanced at his cigarette, still refusing to look at James. James observed him.

"You've never said that before... " James continued, "About anyone." He added, placing his hands in his pockets.

Thomas took the last puff before throwing the cigarette butt on the floor. He watched the smoke disappear and then turned to James.

"Well, you don't have to worry. I'm staying away from her." Thomas exhaled

"Does she know?" James asked, watching the butt burn out.

"She doesn't need to." Thomas cleared his throat.

"Maybe she does." James joined his cousin and rested his back against the wall too.

"But what about you two?" Thomas looked at him

"What about us?" James shrugged.

Kelly rushed past Donna, catching her by surprise.

"What's wrong?" Donna pulled her arm back.

"What's wrong?" Kelly finally stopped to look at her. She paused to catch her breath. "You wanted to know what it is?" Kelly's tone was unsteady. "Alright, I'll tell you." She brushed her hair back with her fingers, "It's like... It's like my whole life I was drowning. Ever since my father left, I've been drowning. And then Dylan comes along and just... gives me love. Like no one had ever done before... And that - that was like coming up for air."

"Okay..." Donna seemed puzzled.

"So," Kelly began again, taking a deep breath and calming her nerves. "You can imagine how it feels when you and everyone else tells me to let that go."

Kelly stared at Donna. Donna took a moment to figure out what to say. And just as she was about to open her mouth, Kelly continued.

"You were right..." Kelly eventually breathed out in sorrow. "He doesn't love me."

Donna looked at her apologetically but before she could comfort her, Pamela came and interrupted them.

"Mum," Pamela grabbed her mother's arm. Kelly quickly turned around and put on a happy front. Donna remained stood there.

"I'm just gonna head over to the peach pit to grab a bite with Cameron." Pamela continued. Kelly forced a smile and nodded.

"Take the car." Kelly insisted, "I'll go find Mark."

"Bren." Dylan approached her at the table.

"Dylan, there you are." She beamed up at him, "This is so much fun! If only Iris stayed an extra day, she could have come and seen everyone."

"Yeah..." Dylan said dismissively, "Listen, I think we should get going."

"Dylan, I don't want to go." Brenda urged. She looked at him with pleading eyes and he couldn't say no. He saw how she was surrounded by all her old friends that she hadn't seen, and he felt guilty enough as it is.

"Alright." He eventually nodded. He glanced at her almost finished drink. "Want another?"

She looked at her glass and back at him smiling.

"I'll be right back." Before he went to get her another drink, he grabbed his jacket that was hanging over the chair and quickly popped into the bathroom.

He pulled out Kelly's underwear from his pants pocket and placed it in his jacket pocket. He nervously fidgeted, realizing it was worse to put it there. He took it out and shoved it back into his pants pocket. Then, he hovered over the sink and turned the tap on. He placed his hands under the running water and then grabbed the soap. He began to vigorously wash his fingers that were inside Kelly. He smelled them, realizing they still smelled like her - for a moment, he was captivated by her scent all over again.

"No. Get it together." He growled before washing his hands under water. He continued to scrub until his fingers smelled like soap. He then splashed water on his face, grabbed a paper towel and headed out.

He returned to Brenda with her drink in hand.

"Thank you." She smiled. He wrapped his arm around her and slowly kissed her forehead. Closing his eyes as he did so, feeling guilty.

"Hey, could you take me home?" Kelly crept up behind Mark. He turned around to face her.

"Something wrong?" He appeared nonchalant.

"No I... I just want to leave." She said quietly, forcing a smile.

"Let's go." He nodded, wrapping his arm around her as they headed off. Once she lead the way, his facial expression changed from a warm smile to a scowl.

You know I'll fight my corner

Maybe tonight I'll call ya

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

I just want to hold ya