Past, Present, Future
By: HugsandKisses
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: PG-13 maybe R in future chapters
Summary: Dylan/Brenda. Will Dylan and Brenda be able to workout their problems and be together, or is it too late? In short, True love never dies. The story is set in April 2004.
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the feedback. I was smiling from ear to ear, I was so flattered that someone was reading this and enjoying it. I'm still on spring break for a couple of more days so I'll try to get out as much chapters as I can. If you have time please give me your thoughts on this chapter. What do you think about the characterization, the plot, what would you like to see...etc. Shannen's eyes are green and sometimes change to gray so I made Brenda have the same eye color. I got this information from www.shannen-doherty.net I changed a couple of things in the first chapter (Thanks for the heads up Crystal. =), nothing that would change the plot though. I made a reply in the reviews, it has some information about the upcoming events in the coming chapters. That's all for now. =)
Chapter 2
Stepping into the soft sprays of warm water coming from the showerhead Brenda let out a sigh. The pressure of the water softly massaged her tensed muscles. As she was about to grab the bottle of shampoo she heard a knock on the front door. Who could be up at this hour knocking on Brandon's door? Deciding on ignoring the sound she continued with her shower, she figured that the person would soon give up and leave. Much to her dismay the knocks became more persistent, grudgingly she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her. Adjusting her towel she walked to the front door and opened it. She let out a gasp of surprise.
"Dylan? What are you d--oing here," she stuttered. She wasn't expecting to see him this soon and certainly not in this type of way. Remembering the lack of clothing she was wearing she folded her arms across her chest in hopes of covering herself modestly.
Even after all of these years Brenda was still the most beautiful woman he ever saw. He always got lost in her eyes, he loved how they would change color from an emerald green to a shadowy gray. Mentally scolding himself, now was not the time to 'get lost' in them. His eyes traveled down the rest of her body taking in every curve. Aging usually affected the body in a negative way but in Brenda's case it only made her more beautiful. Noticing her current attire he decided that her eyes would be the safest place to look at.
He was conflicted with the amount of emotions he was feeling from seeing Brenda again and if he continued perusing her he would end up ravaging Brandon's sister on his front door. Come to think of it that wasn't such a bad idea, then again would it be a wise one. Did he want a future with Brenda? Was it even possible for them to be together after all they had been through? Dylan didn't even know if that was what he really wanted, right now things were too complicated, he had just broken up with Kelly because of her persistence of her wanting to get married. Shaking those thoughts away he decided to think about all of it later. Right now he had other matters to attend to.
He noticed that Brenda's hair was wet, he must've interrupted her shower. Images of Brenda naked and him in the shower committing the most carnal acts assaulted his mind. Now was definitely not the time to think about things like that. He needed to get a hold on his hormones, he didn't' need things to become more complicated.
"Brenda, I—umm this must be a bad time. I can see you're a little umm yeah," acknowledging Brenda's attire or lack thereof, Brenda fidgeted under his close scrutiny.
He sighed he didn't want to make her feel anymore uncomfortable, "I'm really sorry, but I was out for a drive and saw you enter Brandon's house, though at the time I didn't know it was you. I thought you were breaking and entering. Although you didn't really break into the house," he smiled wryly.
Brenda softly smiled, "I was in the middle of a shower, but it's okay. It's nice to know that Brandon doesn't need to worry about anything happening to his house, he's got people watching it for him." After a moment of hesitation Brenda asked, "Would you like to come in?"
"Uhh yeah, thanks."
Brenda moved aside-allowing Dylan to enter and took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of having Dylan's shoulders softly brush against her bare arms. He was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of worn jeans. He still looked gorgeous as ever and could make her weak in the knees even after all of these years. She could slowly start to feel her resolve crumble. Silently in her head she repeated a mantra, 'Don't fall for it Brenda, don't.' If she continued to repeat it enough times in her head maybe her brain and heart would get the idea. Fat chance.
Closing the door Brenda turned around to face Dylan. Silence hung in the air, neither knew what to say. The tension was unnerving Dylan so he decided to break the ice, as did Brenda, "So-"they both began. Laughing at the coincidence they both smiled at each other. "You go first," said Brenda.
Dylan decided to leave out the formalities and not beat around the bush, "So what brings you into town?"
Brenda was not going to tell him why she had suddenly appeared in Beverly Hills, she would not give him that satisfaction. She would tell him her reason of staying though, "I wanted to see you all, it's been forever. I missed you guys."
"They've missed you too. I've missed you." During this exchange neither noticed how they had slowly moved towards each other. Dylan lifted his hand up and softly caressed Brenda's cheek, "You look beautiful." He didn't know what was coming over him but at the moment he didn't care, slowly leaning down Dylan brought his lips to Brenda's as they both closed their eyes. The kiss started out sweet but slowly grew passionate, he lightly brushed his tongue across her lips begging for entrance, Brenda obliged and the two slowly started to caress the inside of the others mouth. She knew what she was doing was wrong but it had been so long since she felt his touch. Just a few more seconds and then she would pull away, Brenda kept on telling herself. A few more seconds.
The chiming of the grandfather clock brought them back to reality, alerting them that it was now 4:00 am, making eye contact they slowly broke their lips apart and leaned their foreheads against each other. A few moments past and Brenda averted her eyes to the side then brought them back to his, "You should go."
"Yeah, I should."
Brenda walked him to the door and opened it, Dylan leaned down for one last kiss. Breaking apart again before things got too heated he said, "I'll see you soon." Lifting her hand up he softly brushed his lips across it and made his way back to his car. She waited till he got in and drove down the road before she closed the door and leaned back against it.
What had just happened and where did that leave them now? She had thought that she had closed that chapter of her life and here she was, still recovering from her make out session with Dylan. Her lips were still swollen due to the heat of the kisses she and Dylan had shared, hell they still tingled. Judging by the way that he kissed her it seemed like he still wanted her, maybe even wanted to be with her. He kissed her with such longing and desperation, like he couldn't get enough of her. So the chemistry was still there it didn't mean that they could just be together, if that's what he even wanted. They had a lot to work out. She was tired of playing Ping-Pong, wondering if he would run to Kelly if things with them had hit a roadblock. If there were to be any future for them they would have to talk about a lot of things. She didn't want to play around anymore. If this was just some sort of fling Dylan wanted then she would have no part in it. She was tired of it all, it was he and she, then him and Kelly, then back with her and so forth. If he wanted anything to come out of this then she needed to know that he was in it for the long haul. With that in mind Brenda made her way back to the bathroom. She was going to have a talk with him tomorrow.
By: HugsandKisses
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Spoilers: Anything is fair game
Rating: PG-13 maybe R in future chapters
Summary: Dylan/Brenda. Will Dylan and Brenda be able to workout their problems and be together, or is it too late? In short, True love never dies. The story is set in April 2004.
Author's Notes: Thanks for all the feedback. I was smiling from ear to ear, I was so flattered that someone was reading this and enjoying it. I'm still on spring break for a couple of more days so I'll try to get out as much chapters as I can. If you have time please give me your thoughts on this chapter. What do you think about the characterization, the plot, what would you like to see...etc. Shannen's eyes are green and sometimes change to gray so I made Brenda have the same eye color. I got this information from www.shannen-doherty.net I changed a couple of things in the first chapter (Thanks for the heads up Crystal. =), nothing that would change the plot though. I made a reply in the reviews, it has some information about the upcoming events in the coming chapters. That's all for now. =)
Chapter 2
Stepping into the soft sprays of warm water coming from the showerhead Brenda let out a sigh. The pressure of the water softly massaged her tensed muscles. As she was about to grab the bottle of shampoo she heard a knock on the front door. Who could be up at this hour knocking on Brandon's door? Deciding on ignoring the sound she continued with her shower, she figured that the person would soon give up and leave. Much to her dismay the knocks became more persistent, grudgingly she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her. Adjusting her towel she walked to the front door and opened it. She let out a gasp of surprise.
"Dylan? What are you d--oing here," she stuttered. She wasn't expecting to see him this soon and certainly not in this type of way. Remembering the lack of clothing she was wearing she folded her arms across her chest in hopes of covering herself modestly.
Even after all of these years Brenda was still the most beautiful woman he ever saw. He always got lost in her eyes, he loved how they would change color from an emerald green to a shadowy gray. Mentally scolding himself, now was not the time to 'get lost' in them. His eyes traveled down the rest of her body taking in every curve. Aging usually affected the body in a negative way but in Brenda's case it only made her more beautiful. Noticing her current attire he decided that her eyes would be the safest place to look at.
He was conflicted with the amount of emotions he was feeling from seeing Brenda again and if he continued perusing her he would end up ravaging Brandon's sister on his front door. Come to think of it that wasn't such a bad idea, then again would it be a wise one. Did he want a future with Brenda? Was it even possible for them to be together after all they had been through? Dylan didn't even know if that was what he really wanted, right now things were too complicated, he had just broken up with Kelly because of her persistence of her wanting to get married. Shaking those thoughts away he decided to think about all of it later. Right now he had other matters to attend to.
He noticed that Brenda's hair was wet, he must've interrupted her shower. Images of Brenda naked and him in the shower committing the most carnal acts assaulted his mind. Now was definitely not the time to think about things like that. He needed to get a hold on his hormones, he didn't' need things to become more complicated.
"Brenda, I—umm this must be a bad time. I can see you're a little umm yeah," acknowledging Brenda's attire or lack thereof, Brenda fidgeted under his close scrutiny.
He sighed he didn't want to make her feel anymore uncomfortable, "I'm really sorry, but I was out for a drive and saw you enter Brandon's house, though at the time I didn't know it was you. I thought you were breaking and entering. Although you didn't really break into the house," he smiled wryly.
Brenda softly smiled, "I was in the middle of a shower, but it's okay. It's nice to know that Brandon doesn't need to worry about anything happening to his house, he's got people watching it for him." After a moment of hesitation Brenda asked, "Would you like to come in?"
"Uhh yeah, thanks."
Brenda moved aside-allowing Dylan to enter and took a sharp intake of breath at the feeling of having Dylan's shoulders softly brush against her bare arms. He was wearing a white wife beater and a pair of worn jeans. He still looked gorgeous as ever and could make her weak in the knees even after all of these years. She could slowly start to feel her resolve crumble. Silently in her head she repeated a mantra, 'Don't fall for it Brenda, don't.' If she continued to repeat it enough times in her head maybe her brain and heart would get the idea. Fat chance.
Closing the door Brenda turned around to face Dylan. Silence hung in the air, neither knew what to say. The tension was unnerving Dylan so he decided to break the ice, as did Brenda, "So-"they both began. Laughing at the coincidence they both smiled at each other. "You go first," said Brenda.
Dylan decided to leave out the formalities and not beat around the bush, "So what brings you into town?"
Brenda was not going to tell him why she had suddenly appeared in Beverly Hills, she would not give him that satisfaction. She would tell him her reason of staying though, "I wanted to see you all, it's been forever. I missed you guys."
"They've missed you too. I've missed you." During this exchange neither noticed how they had slowly moved towards each other. Dylan lifted his hand up and softly caressed Brenda's cheek, "You look beautiful." He didn't know what was coming over him but at the moment he didn't care, slowly leaning down Dylan brought his lips to Brenda's as they both closed their eyes. The kiss started out sweet but slowly grew passionate, he lightly brushed his tongue across her lips begging for entrance, Brenda obliged and the two slowly started to caress the inside of the others mouth. She knew what she was doing was wrong but it had been so long since she felt his touch. Just a few more seconds and then she would pull away, Brenda kept on telling herself. A few more seconds.
The chiming of the grandfather clock brought them back to reality, alerting them that it was now 4:00 am, making eye contact they slowly broke their lips apart and leaned their foreheads against each other. A few moments past and Brenda averted her eyes to the side then brought them back to his, "You should go."
"Yeah, I should."
Brenda walked him to the door and opened it, Dylan leaned down for one last kiss. Breaking apart again before things got too heated he said, "I'll see you soon." Lifting her hand up he softly brushed his lips across it and made his way back to his car. She waited till he got in and drove down the road before she closed the door and leaned back against it.
What had just happened and where did that leave them now? She had thought that she had closed that chapter of her life and here she was, still recovering from her make out session with Dylan. Her lips were still swollen due to the heat of the kisses she and Dylan had shared, hell they still tingled. Judging by the way that he kissed her it seemed like he still wanted her, maybe even wanted to be with her. He kissed her with such longing and desperation, like he couldn't get enough of her. So the chemistry was still there it didn't mean that they could just be together, if that's what he even wanted. They had a lot to work out. She was tired of playing Ping-Pong, wondering if he would run to Kelly if things with them had hit a roadblock. If there were to be any future for them they would have to talk about a lot of things. She didn't want to play around anymore. If this was just some sort of fling Dylan wanted then she would have no part in it. She was tired of it all, it was he and she, then him and Kelly, then back with her and so forth. If he wanted anything to come out of this then she needed to know that he was in it for the long haul. With that in mind Brenda made her way back to the bathroom. She was going to have a talk with him tomorrow.
