Kat Lee (katleept) wrote,
Kat Lee

Old Times

Title: Old Times
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Grease
Character/Pairing: Danny/Sandy
Rating: PG-13/T
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Weekend Challenge: Girl it always seems about September/That's the time, again I remember the lights/And all the fun of those summer nights/Young and innocent and livin fast/Didn't know enough to know/That a summer love can't last/Can't last and Pool Party
Warning(s): Future Fic
Word Count: 692
Date Written: 23 July 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.

He pulled her to him as the bleachers finished clearing. Their children had left with their respective friends, and there was only a few other stragglers clinging to old memories after the first football game of the season, the cleanup crew, and, Danny knew well, whatever couples were still hiding out underneath the bleachers and in the other dark areas of the football stadium. He kissed the back of his wife’s blonde head as he wrapped his strong arms around her from behind. Sliding his body against hers in sway to a silent song, he murmured, “Did you ever think we’d make it this far?”

Sandy smiled. “Did I think our love was meant to last?” she asked. “Yes, on the beach that Summer, I did, and then when you left me . . . “ She sighed at the memory of how lost and sorrowful she’d felt. “I thought I would never love again. I most certainly didn’t expect to find you at my new school, hunk.” Her lips twisted back up into a teasing smile. Her eyes glittered with the memory. “And then I thought I would never be able to get you to so much as look at me.”

He turned her around, pressed his forehead gently against hers, and gazed into her beautiful eyes. “I was looking the whole time, babe,” he admitted. His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he confessed for the first time something he’d only ever tell her, “I was just too afraid to act on my feelings.”

She laughed, making his eyes widen in surprise and his arms almost drop from around her lithe shoulders. “I know, Danny.” At his look of horror-stricken surprise, she asked him with a bright, reassuring smile, “Don’t you think I figured it out later? I never would have had the courage to move on you if I hadn’t thought you actually still loved me.”

“Really?” he asked in a soft voice.

“I wasn’t the brave one,” she reminded him.

“You sure seemed brave to me.”

“By the end of that year, I was,” she admitted, “but it took you to make me that way. If I hadn’t thought you could love me, I would have just stayed plain, old Sandra Dee mourning for a love I never thought could happen.” She leaned up and kissed him. “But we were meant to be,” she whispered against his lips.

“Still,” she went on to continue, “if you’d ask me if I thought we’d be back here twenty five years later with our own kids running our old school?” She shook her head, and her blonde curls bounced. “No. I never would have thought it. Or that you’d end up teaching shop.”

“Why not?” He brought her closer to him until she could feel the desire he’d always felt for her through their black clothes. “I’m doing what I love, tinkering with cars and bikes all day and tinkering with you all night.”

She laughed. “And you haven’t changed a bit!”

“Sure I have,” he said, and his voice moved in a deep, sensual tone that seemed to resonate all throughout her being, body and soul. He tipped her chin up with a finger and gazed into her eyes again. “I’m no longer afraid to show how I really feel,” he reminded her, and then as proof, he kissed her long and deep, his tongue sliding home into her mouth and dancing with hers. Their bodies slid together, and they could hear the echoes of the songs that had played on this very field before.

“What do you say?” he asked, lifting his mouth just enough from hers that he could whisper to her. He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “One more time under the bleachers for old time’s sake?”

“Under the bleachers?! We’re too old -- “

“Nonsense! We’re never going to be too old, darling!” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her under the bleachers. He spied their son under there, but she didn’t, and he didn’t say a word as he started making out with his wife in one of their old spots. After all, the apple didn’t always fall far from the tree.

The End
Tags: grease: danny/sandy
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