Babydoll

Good Morning

I wasn’t so much on my side of the bed as I was in the middle of it when I woke up. What’s more, I could feel Brendon pressed up behind me, pulling me into him with an arm wrapped possessively around my torso, finishing in a loose fist curled against my collarbone. To say I was shocked was an understatement. We had most defiantly fallen asleep on separate sides of the bed. The shy part of me warred with the not so shy part of me as I debated what to do. Slip free and save the embarrassment of Brendon waking up spooning someone he had barely known two weeks, or stay wrapped in the arms of a ridiculously attractive guy. You could always pretend you’re asleep when he wakes up, an insidious voice inside me whispered. After a moment’s hesitation, I listened to the reckless little voice and allowed myself to absorb the fact that I was cuddling Brendon Urie. It had been a while since I had a good cuddle with anyone and I only realised now how much I missed it. I slipped into a daydream, letting my wander. I wasn’t sure how long I dozed before I was pulled back into the room by Brendon stirring behind me. I wasn’t sure if he was actually awake or not until he craned his neck up and glanced at my face before plopping it back onto the pillow. “You’re awake,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Mmm,” I hummed in agreement, not sure how to respond.

“Sleep well?” he asked, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

I found myself grinning slightly. “Yes, I did. You?”

“Very,” he murmured into the back of my neck, “Having someone to cuddle always help.”

I blushed and was glad that Brendon couldn’t see my face. “You’re quite forward when you’re asleep,” I joked, trying to keep any possible awkwardness at bay.

“You don’t seem to mind.” He said it as if it was the most casual thing in the world and I felt my heart skip a beat.

“No,” I managed quietly after taking a moment to compose myself. I both hear and felt Brendon chuckle behind me.

“But I don’t have to be asleep to be forward.” The edge to his tone left me barely able to supress a shiver. He shifted and I thought the fun was over, but instead of moving away Brendon snaked a leg over both of mine and pulled me closer. I gave a shaky breath, in, out. The hand resting on my collarbone shifted dangerously slowly to rest on my sternum. “I can feel you heartbeat,” he murmured, lifting his head to speak directly into my ear. I didn’t doubt him as it thumped under his touch, reverberating through my chest. I let my eyes flutter close and nodded one, pushing myself back into Brendon’s embrace the tiniest bit. It was all the invitation he needed and his face nuzzled into the side of my neck, resting there for seconds before he pressed a tentative kiss to my skin, and then another and another, working his way slowly up to my jaw. My breath was flittering in and out weakly now as I tried to comprehend what was happening.  I opened my eyes again and turned my head ever so slightly as his lips came to hover at the corner of my mouth. Our eyes met for a drawn out second before I closed the gap between our mouths for a lingering kiss. Brendon responded firmly. The sheets rustled ash Brendon shifted, pulling me under him carefully. I let myself slip a hand in his hair, wrapping my fingers in its softness while the other rested on his ribcage, grabbing a handful of his cotton shirt. Brendon groaned and pulled away from the kiss. I opened my eyes to look at him as he rested his face against mine, our foreheads touching. His eyes were still closed and there was an intense look on his face. After a moment his eye flicked open and he glanced at me hungrily before dropping his lips back onto mine.

It was more fervent this time, the kisses were open mouthed and Brendon’s torso began to press into mine. I pulled at his shirt, encouraging him as my breath began to come in gasps. I let out a short, breathy moan as I felt Brendon’s tongue slide against my lower lip, the sensation adding to the churning in my stomach.  He kissed my teasingly slowly, tongue slipping against mine and leaving me completely at his mercy.  My hand tightened in his hair and I tugged it slightly, eliciting a moan from Brendon and increasing the intensity of his kiss. Burning with need for more contact, I let my other and slip up under the hem of his shirt tugging it up and hoping he got the message. He did and with one hand he grabbed the other side, never breaking our kiss. Between the two of us we managed to slide it up around his shoulders and he pulled it off quickly, mouth leaving mine as he yanked the fabric over his head. My eyes drank his bare body in greedily as Brendon tossed the shirt aside. I placed my hands flat against his chest as he tried to lean back down, pushing him sideways and onto his back. Brendon lay back, watching me with confusion. I straddled his lap, running my hands down his sides, tracing symmetrical patterns on his skin with my fingertips as I let them wander back up. Hands slid up my thighs to hold my waist. I leant gently forward, letting my lips brush against his collarbone. I sighed and began to explore with my mouth and hands, touching and kissing and tasting every inch of skin. Brendon’s grip on my waist tightened, fingers digging into my skin through the material of my pyjama shorts. I pushed myself down so I was straddling his thighs and not his lap, allowing me to reach further down with my mouth. I kissed my way down Brendon’s sternum and onto the smooth expanse of his stomach, tracing the faint dips between his abs. I glanced up at his face as he moaned. His eyes caught mine and pulled me in, sitting up and brining me back on his lap with strong hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my finger through his hair again, tugging on a fistful as Brendon’s hands slid down to squeeze my butt. I had to break away to gasp for air as the sensation sent goosebumps rippling across my skin, Brendon taking the opportunity to kiss my neck. As he stumbled across a particularly sensitive spot I moaned his name, clenching my hands in his hair. He gave a breathless laugh and continued to tease the spot, nipping and licking and sucking and kissing. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the feel of Brendon’s hands kneading my ass and assaulting my neck. Pulling back, Brendon locked eyes with me as his hands slid under my shirt and began to push it up. I lifted my arms to and let Brendon toss it aside. It hit the floor near his own as Brendon wrapped his arms around my middle, holding me tightly as he kissed the revealed skin of my chest.  It was tender, sending shivers racing through me. Our actions slowed down and the moment became a thousand times more intense. There was a serious edge to it now. Any doubt of where this was going began to fade rapidly. His fingers found the clasp of my bra and he hesitated, glancing up at me. Self-consciousness weaselled it way into my mind and I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t anxious about going through with this. Brendon’s gaze was encouragement enough as he held mine, dark chocolate eyes searching my face for approval. I nodded slightly and brought my lips back to Brendon’s full ones as he undid the fastening gently, pushing the straps down over my shoulders. I slipped my arms free and pulled the bra out from between us, banishing it to the floor with the gradually growing pile of clothes. Brendon rolled us over so I was on my back again, increasing the intensity of the kiss and slipping his tongue against mine again. I was powerless under his touch. His hands began to enter dangerous territory, thumbs brushing lightly against the side of my breasts. I moaned into his mouth, and grabbed a fistful of his hair. It was his turn to moan as I pulled on his hair gently. “Anna,” he groaned, “Do that again.” I watched his face this time as I pulled his hair again. His eyes slid closed and a blissful look crossed his face. In awe of what the simple act could do to him, I whispered his name as I tugged on his hair again. Involuntarily his hips dropped down and his pelvis ground against mine. I gasped as I fell his hardness through the fabric of our pyjamas, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing back against him. Brendon’s eyes snapped open and he shuffled down, stopping to palm my breasts as he kissed his way down my sternum. I arched my back, pressing myself into him as he slid further down. He toyed teasingly with the hem of my pyjama shorts. “Brendon,” I moaned, clutching at the sheets and writhing. He smirked and pulled the shorts down my legs, I kicked them off eagerly. I reached down to pull my underwear, but Brendon slapped my hands away. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the skin below my bellybutton. I shuddered at the sensation. He wasn’t done playing with me yet. He hooked my left leg over his shoulder and starting at my ankle began to nip and kiss his way down. I sighed in intense pleasure, letting my head loll to the side as I watched him. There was an erotic edge to watching him claim my body. My breathing began to hitch as he passed my knee and began to move down the inside of my thigh.  I thought I would fall apart when Brendon pressed his lips to my clit over the thin fabric of my underwear. “Oh my god, Brendon,” I gasped, squirming desperately. Brendon gripped my hips tightly and held me still, as he moved his mouth against me. I chanted his name, reaching down to entangle my hand in his hair again. “Brendon please,” I whimpered. “Hmm?” he hummed, drawing taunting circles around my clit with his nose.