A/n: Meant to update sooner. Thank you x a million for the feedback! Yes, I got this in before Heroes. Win-win.

Delilah: Two

"You seriously want us to go to a club? Why?" Brendon asked in disbelief. His friend, Alex, nodded encouragingly.

"To pick up chicks, of course," Alex said. "Please, there's no other reason guys would want to go to a club."

"Uh, yeah, I already have a chick at home. Allison. I have no reason to go."

"Come on, I need some back up. The girls will be attracted to your, uh, sick dancing, but once they find out your taken they'll come flocking to me."

"Uh, no," Brendon said, turning to go.

"I'll buy you as many drinks as you want," Alex said in a moment of desperation. Brendon stopped and turned back around.

"We have a deal, my friend."

The loud music. The flashing and colorful lights. The intense warmth from the body heat. People grinding sensuously to the music. People leaning in close in order to hear the other over the loud music. Girls dancing with their friends. Drunk girls making out with their friends. Guys sitting awkwardly at the bar with the same intentions as Alex. Guys finding their victim, buying her a drink, getting her drunk enough that she'd say yes. Brendon sat at a table with Alex following suite. The drink ordering began. The waiting began. Brendon scanned the room. Nothing interesting. No one interesting. Another sip from his drink. Another sensation of burning alcohol going down his throat. Another sip to make the night seem less of a waste of time.

Alex tried to make conversation with Brendon. The music was too loud to hear any of his words.

"What?" Brendon yelled.

"Would Allison approve you getting wasted at some club?" Alex repeated, loudly. Brendon shrugged. He was too drunk to care. Or to actually think of what Allison would approve or not approve. Damn, how many drinks have I had? Brendon thought. What a waste a time, he thought for the thousandth time that night and he ordered another drink.

Another sip to make the night go by faster. It wasn't working. As he put down his glass, he saw her out of the corner of his eye. The crowd seemed to move out of his way as he turned to look. There she was. Dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor. Suddenly, she was the only one there. Wearing a sexy red dress. Running her hands through her flowing black hair. Those legs. That body. The way it moved so sexually. The sweat dripping. He continued to stare, unable to take his eyes off her. She knew. Of course she was aware of his stares, of his curiosity. The more and more he watched her, the soberer he seemed to become.

"Who's that?" Brendon asked Alex with a motion of his head.

"How should I know?" Alex said, brushing off the question as he quickly glanced. Yet, he looked back at her once again. Yes, he saw it too. There was something special about this woman.

"Brendon, stop looking, you're drunk," Alex said.

"No, I'm not," Brendon said, nonchalantly. Allison would not approve of this, he thought as he chuckled to himself. I want to buy her a drink. No, Alex is right. I'm drunk, he thought. Look away. Simple. Look away. And he did so, but as he did so he couldn't help but feel loss. He was missing out on a dance meant for him. No, it wasn't meant to be. No, don't look. Don't look back at her. Yet, all he wanted to do was steal one more glance. Just one second more to look at her. No, keep your eyes away, he thought as he concentrated on his drink. Keep your eyes here. Stare at the drink. He was doing so well. Even though his thoughts were on her, his eyes were not and that's all that mattered.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and he spun around.

There she was. Right in front of him.

"Hey," She said, flashing a mischievous smile. Her eyes shone. I saw you looking at me, they seemed to say. Brendon stared, looking her over. He had never seen someone so beautiful in his life. The way the sweat dripped on her chest. The way that red dress clung to her body. The way her face lit up the room.

"Wanna dance?"

How could anyone expect him to say no? How could anyone say no to her? How she was alone was a miracle. It seemed as if she were waiting for him.

"Sorry, he's taken!" Alex shouted, knowing that Brendon wouldn't have said it.

"Alex!" Brendon snapped, getting angry at his friend's behavior. Alex stared at him for a moment. It almost seemed as if he were looking at him for the first time, judging him as if he were someone new.

"Allison," Alex said, simply. Allison who, Brendon thought. Damn it, he thought surprised at his last thought. Man, I'm so drunk. If it was possible to feel completely obliterated and completely sober at the same time, that's how Brendon felt. Looking at this woman, he understood his feelings completely. Everything seemed so clear. Yet, he knew that he had an obscene amount of alcohol. He must be drunk if he was even looking at another woman.

"It's just one dance," Brendon said, standing up. "Just one harmless dance."

Alex shook his head disapprovingly, but said nothing as this woman led Brendon to the dance floor. She led him deep into the crowd, out of the sight of his friend. He could feel all the body heat. Everything, the feelings, the atmosphere, the alcohol, her...it was doing things to him. Starting to move. Her body pressed dangerously close to his. Moving to the beat. Feelings he shouldn't be feeling.

"What's your name?" She asked into his ear. His body trembled at the feeling of her breath.

"Brendon."

"I'm Delilah," She said. Her voice. It was so sensual, so seductive, yet so sweet. Delilah, he thought. Delilah. And he smiled.

"So, you have a girlfriend?" She asked. He had too much alcohol to be talking. All he could think about was the feeling of her body. The sweat from the heat. The sweat from being close to her.

"Uh, yeah. Allison," He replied.

"Does Allison know you're here tonight?"

Good question, he thought. He couldn't remember what he told Allison he was doing tonight. He couldn't remember if he even called to tell her that he would be late tonight. Fucking alcohol. No, it wasn't just the alcohol. It was being this close to her. His heart was racing. He couldn't even identify what he was feeling, but he knew that he liked it. Brendon shrugged. That was all that he could do.

"Listen, it's just dancing, right? Just dancing. I love Allison very much, okay?" Brendon said without slurring one of his words. Or at least that's what it sounded like anyway. Delilah smiled, or maybe it was a smirk. He couldn't tell. Too dark. Weird lighting. He didn't care either way. All that mattered was that he was here with her. He was with her, and not anybody else. He was the lucky one.

"Okay," Delilah said, and continued to dance, moving her body against his. They didn't talk. They just danced. They just felt the heat from their bodies. They just felt the sweat. How long they danced for, Brendon would never have been able to figure out. He had no concept of time at this moment, and he didn't much care either. All he knew was that it was going by too quickly. He just wanted this moment to last forever.

"Hey, do you want a drink or something?" Brendon asked her. She smirked and shook her head.

"No. Why? Would you need another one?"

"Another one for what?"

"For me to convince you to come home with me," Delilah said, so innocently and she smiled. Brendon chuckled. No convincing or alcohol is necessary, he thought. He looked at her, looked into her eyes, and she knew that she had him. She knew that she could do whatever she wanted with him. She smiled once again and took his hand. She led him out of the crowd and stopped momentarily.

"Do you want to tell your friend?"

Friend? Brendon thought. Right, Alex.

"No. He'll be fine," Brendon said, eager to follow her and be alone with her. She started to walk once again, leading him out of the crowded club and into the street. The air was cool. His heart was pounding. Allison, he started to think. No. There was no turning back now. There was no more thinking about Allison, home alone. Oh, how he loved the feeling of the wind cooling his sweat. How he loved the feeling of her hand grasping his, tightly. She led him to a taxi and they stumbled into the backseat. She leaned over to the driver and told him an address. Brendon couldn't hear what she had said. He couldn't hear anything but his pounding heart, his throbbing head. It was dark in the taxi, but he could still make out her curves. She still held his hand, and looked at him grinning. He looked at her and the cool night started to make him feel more sober. God, she was beautiful. So beautiful. So perfect. All of this, it was so surreal. This couldn't be happening to him. No, it had to be a dream.

"What am I doing?" He muttered to himself. Allison alone at home. Leaving Alex behind in the club.

"Coming home with me," She said with a playful smile. It would have been easy to tell the cab driver to stop and leave before things went too far. It would have been easy to tell her that this was all a mistake. The only mistake would be not going with her tonight, he thought to himself and quickly forgot about his friend and his girlfriend, and any hints of second thoughts. From there on in, it was only Delilah. He reached out and touched her face. So soft. So perfect. Her lips. Oh, for the first time, he was noticing the perfection of her lips. He ran his fingers through her hair. Damp from the sweat, yet still so flawless. Her eyes gazed into his eyes. Without thought, without planning, solely on impulse, he leaned over and kissed those lips. The feeling of her lips against his, he thought he was going to die. She opened her mouth and deepened the kiss. He didn't care if the taxi driver was watching. All he could think about was making this feeling last for as long as he could.

He couldn't remember ever getting out of the taxi. He couldn't remember who paid the driver. He was kissing her as they made their way up the stairs to her apartment. He was kissing her against her door as she tried to unlock in the dark. Success. They were in her small apartment. She closed the door, still in his arms. There was no need to turn on the lights. Straight to the bedroom. Straight to the bed. She kicked off her heels, and he kicked off his shoes. He couldn't take off his clothes any faster. He couldn't wait to take off that dress. Slipping the straps off her arms. Pulling the dress off her body.

The lust. The sex. The pleasure. The happiness. All of it, Brendon had never felt this way before. And he loved it. He loved every second he was on top of her, kissing her, fucking her. He would never be able to explain the way he felt. He knew that she probably didn't even know the way he was feeling, what she was making him feel. It was the best he had ever felt.

Brendon opened his eyes to the first beams of sunshine entering the bedroom. He was sweating. He dreamt of her again. Delilah. Well, he was always dreaming about her. Often he would dream about the night they first met, and tonight was no different. He rubbed his eyes and rolled over. Empty. So, it really did happen. Allison did leave. He was hoping it was just a bad dream. Nope, she was gone. He had decided to get some sleep, hoping it would make him feel better. Anytime he saw Delilah in his dreams, he felt better. However, the thought of her wasn't as healing as it usually was.

"No," he muttered, groggily. "It'll be better. I'll see her again tonight."

His heart was pounding, similar to the way it was in the dream, during the first night he met her. He closed his eyes and smiled as he relived the moments again. The first time he tasted those lips. How amazing she was in bed. He remembered how sad he felt when it all came to an end. He had to go home. He quickly used her shower. He remembered thinking about how small the bathroom was. He dried off and put on his clothes. He asked for her phone number and she smiled as she gave it to him, asking him if he wanted to write it down. No, he said. I'll never forget it. And to this day, he still hadn't. He kissed her once more and he felt his way to the front door. He was still a bit tipsy, stumbling as he walked down the stairs. A smile was plastered on his face. He left the building, and looked back at it once, smiling at the thought of her laying there in her bed somewhere up there. He started to walk away in search for a cab, and found one after a few minutes of wandering. He stated his address, and sat back as the incredible night was coming to an end. Reliving it in his head over and over again until he reached his apartment building. He paid the driver, over tipping him but not caring. Not once did he think about Allison while he was taking the elevator, while he was fumbling for his keys, while he was shutting the door quietly. He entered the bedroom. There she was, dead asleep. Unaware and unsuspecting.

His incredible night quickly ended at that moment as he started to feel guilty for the first time that night. His heart was beating fast and loud, so fast and loud that it was a wonder that she didn't wake up from the sound of it. He quickly undressed and hoped that his clothes didn't smell too much like Delilah. Although, that wouldn't be too bad now would it? Allison had no idea. And she didn't the next day. She didn't check his clothes, she trusted him. She wasn't angry with him for his late return. She understood that he was having fun drinking with his friends. So unsuspecting, so innocent. How could he do this to the person he loved? How could he sleep with someone else? The fact of the matter was that she never made him feel the way Delilah did.

Brendon rolled over, away from the sun and closed his eyes. He had nothing to do but wait until he would be with Delilah again. He lost Allison, but he still had Delilah. So until then, he closed his eyes and hoped that he would once again dream of her.