Babydoll

A Night Out

You sat on the couch, waiting for Brendon to finish getting dressed, Penny-lane snoring lightly next to you. The small creature always loved to cuddle up next to you whenever she could, and in all honesty, you loved it just as much. To better reach the little one you shifted, causing your dress to ride up to about mid-thigh. The little black number was Brendon's favorite; tight with a plunging neckline that exposed your collarbone, but it still held a sense of elegance and grace. You didn't dislike it either, the way it hugged every curve made you feel as if you exuded confidence. In contrast to this high profile ensemble, you kept your makeup natural looking, favoring a rosy lip and slight brush of mascara over heavy handed liquid liner or a bold red lip.

You glanced at your watch as your leg began to bounce, anxiously awaiting your handsome boyfriend to finish primping. The plans for the evening were to meet Dallon and Kenny and their wives for dinner and then perhaps return to you and Brendon's home for some drinks and other fun things. It had been so long since the last time the group could actually go out and just enjoy some down time as the boys had been on tour for so long and were due to go on another one soon. Brendon had been getting ready for what seemed like ages, taking longer than even you had. With a small sigh you leaned your head back against the couch and looked down and Penny's big eyes.

"Daddy takes forever doesn't he, Penny?" You cooed sweetly, scratching under her square chin, her eyes closing slowly.

The tick tick ticking of Bogart's nails on the hardwood floor caught your attention as he followed Brendon into the room.

"Daddy takes just the right amount of time doesn't he, Bogart?" He fidgeted with his sleeves as he looked down upon the Jack Russell who adoringly stared up at him.

Rolling your eyes you took him in, eyeing him up and down. He may have taken forever to get ready, but damn was it worth it. Brendon stood before you in black slacks, a white button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a blood red tie. His hair was styled in his normal quiff, the hair although standing tall, slightly leaning to the left side of his face. In his hand was a leather jacket, which he slid onto his arms once finished with his sleeves. He smoothed everything out and looked towards you, giving you a come hither glance. You smirked, raising an eyebrow, and stood, your arms crossed over your chest. Cocking a hip to the side you remained in place.

"Daddy is a diva." You said, letting out an airy laugh afterwards.

"Daddy," Brendon stalked towards you, his lower lip between his teeth, "does what he wants." His voice was low and velvety as he caressed your cheek with one hand and placed the other at the base of your throat.

Your bodies were pressed against each other and the feeling of his fingers against your smooth skin sent electric currents through you. Placing your hands on his hips you pushed yourself onto your tip toes, leaning your lips right next to his ear. Gently you took his earlobe between your teeth, and then released it with a breathy sigh. Brendon sighed deeply and pressed himself into you.

"We're going to be late." You crooned before walking away, leaving Brendon to stumble forward slightly.

"Oh, you fucking tease." He growled between gritted teeth, and then smiled at you as he ran towards you.

Letting out a small scream you ran from him, the dogs chasing after you two. Finally he caught you, spinning you to face him as he shoved you against the front door. Brendon pressed his lips into your neck and then raised them to your ear.

"You know what, two can play that game. Are you wearing underwear?"

"Yes..." You answered in anticipation.

His fingers went up under you dress and caressed you through them before moving to tug on the band at the top.

"Take them off." He whispered, teeth caressing your earlobe.