We Can't Undo This
Brenda pulled away slightly as Dylan moved closer to her, she wasn't sure she could do this, she'd spent six years convincing herself she was over Dylan McKay but if she let him kiss her it would all be over. It was like the world was moving in slow motion, the curve of his cheek bones, his brown eyes framed by the longest eyelashes she ever saw on a guy, it was all so familiar. Dylan looked into Brenda's eyes, as if he was asking for her permission, he didn't know where any of this was going but he did know that kissing Brenda always made everything seem clearer.
Brenda gave in, in her heart she'd known from the first moment she'd seen him that she'd end up kissing him. It felt exactly how she remembered, his soft lips were firm against hers, there was no tentative hesitation, he kissed her as fiercely and passionately as he had when they'd been seventeen year olds hiding from her parents. He even tasted the same. As Dylan deepened the kiss Brenda's mind whirled, presenting her with a slideshow of every time she'd ever kissed him, their tender yet intense first time right through to the painful, sorrow filled last time, stopping off at all the times in between when she shouldn't have been kissing him but was. She could hear the blood rushing in her ears and feel her heart pounding beneath her breast.
Some small part of Dylan's brain was telling him that he shouldn't be kissing Brenda, but then it seemed some part of his brain was always telling him that he shouldn't be kissing Brenda. He gave in to the kiss, he knew he'd started it, but she was kissing him back not pushing him away. It had always been like that between them, one of them would start something and the other would fall into it, regardless of how angry or upset they were. Dylan could feel his skin tingling from the sensation of Brenda's soft full lips on his, he ached for her in a way he didn't know was possible. He was scared to break the kiss and end the magic between them.
"I need some air, I'm going to head up to the roof." Brandon wanted to get away from the rest of the gang, the constant questions about Brenda were driving him mad.
"I'll come with you, I have to get out of here." Kelly linked her arm through Brandon's and let him steer her towards the elevators.
Brenda pulled away from Dylan.
"What do you want from me Dylan?" She almost whispered.
"I don't know Bren, all I know is that being right here with you makes sense." Dylan looked right into Brenda's eyes, he knew that he'd spent hours gazing at her and her beauty overwhelmed him every time.
"It makes sense right now, but what about later?"
"Let's not worry about later now, can't we just enjoy this moment." Dylan caught sight of the tattoo on Brenda's wrist, it was half hidden by her watch but he'd known where to look for it. Dylan's Brenda written in a thin, black, curling script.
He ran his fingers over the letters. "You kept it?"
"I guess you had yours removed?" When they'd been married Dylan had had a matching tattoo, Brenda's Dylan, on his ankle.
"Yeah, Kelly wasn't too fond of it." Dylan smiled wryly at her.
"I'll bet. Did you tell her why you had it done?" Brenda liked that she and Dylan still had their secrets.
"No, she doesn't even know we were married. No one does." Dylan stood up and moved around the table, pulling Brenda to her feet and wrapping his arms around her. He rested his chin on top of her head and breathed in the sweet almond smell of her hair. "I've missed you Brenda." He murmured.
That was all it took, Brenda felt her knees weaken and she knew that she was done being sensible about Dylan McKay, she wrapped her arms around Dylan's broad shoulders and turned her face up towards him. He bent to kiss her, more tentatively than their first kiss, while that had been spontaneous this was planned, it was like they were signing a deal.
Brandon and Kelly stepped onto the terrace just in time to see Brenda's lips meet Dylan's, to see their eyes close and watch as their bodies melted into each other.
"Oh my God." Kelly's voice caught in her throat and Brandon felt her stumble against him.
Brenda and Dylan sprang apart and turned to stare at the sound of the disturbance.
"Kelly," Dylan's voice cracked.
"What are you playing at Bren?" The disappointment in Brandon's voice made Brenda's heart sink.
"Kelly this isn't how it looks?" Dylan moved away from Brenda and towards his wife.
Kelly managed to regain her balance and her voice. "It's always how it looks Dylan, there have always been three people in this marriage. I can't look at you right now." Kelly turned on her heel and walked away.
"You'd better sort this Brenda. We're not teenagers anymore." Brandon threw the words over his shoulder as he chased after Kelly.