Get me Out of My Mind (Brendon Urie)

Outtake: Exchanging Body Heat

When I posted the most recent chapter, chapter 17, a large percentage of the comments were demanding that I write the smut I was teasing at the end. Fun fact: I wasn't actually intending to have smut in this fic at all. Partially because I didn't know if it would fit in with the flow of the storyline, and partially because I am not fantastic at writing smut and usually cringe when reading over anything of that sort that I've written.

Also, it's very difficult to write about intimate things through Erin's awkward and eccentric voice, and I was kind of lazy in terms of that because I wanted it to be a semi-decent form of smut rather than just having Erin go "And then Oh, um, wow." the way she tends to about other things.

So... this isn't an official chapter, this is an official outtake which has smut in it and isn't really that conductive to the plot. Feel free to skip this chapter if you prefer not to read (poor attempts at) NSFW.

Happy Holidays, everyone. xx

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So I kiss him, I kiss those stupid smirky lips of his. Because in a world where an attractive guy thinking I'm beautiful is possible, then I feel like anything else could be possible at the moment. Maybe even this.

It's one of the first times I've initiated a kiss in my life, which means that it is fairly awkward because at first I almost miss his lips completely and very nearly kiss his chin. Not that I have anything against Brendon's chin, but since the lips are what I was going for, that is a little bit frustrating. In the movies when someone leans to kiss another person they usually have their eyes closed, but somehow manage to get it perfectly right without any awkward nose-smushing or missing target or anything like that. Stupid movies. Stupid, stupid movies always getting things wrong and innaccurate. I suppose were this a movie, there would be some, say, dramatic music surging in the background, or even some kind of sexy song, the kind with dramatic jazz solos and a singer moaning ohhhhhh baby in some kind of husky voice.

Except, as I have probably said before, life is not a movie. (If it were, I would probably be played by some pretty blonde actress, who would probably just slap on some glasses to pretend that she's dorky and unattractive even though she isn't. Which is annoying, because it really just insults peoples' intelligence there. Especially in those God-awful makeover scenes where the girl takes off her glasses, puts on some mascara and voile, suddenly her entire personality has changed and everyone drops their jaws when they see her. I have always hated that trope with a vengeance, to the point where I made my own recut version of something featuring a 'makeover' on iMovie and removed all traces of that ridiculous scene.)

Where was I...? Oh, yes- going off on a completely pointless tangent comparing real life to movies, when really what I should have been doing is focusing on the fact that I am in my underwear and Brendon is shirtless, and we are kissing. I am kissing him, in fact- though he is kissing me back.

One of his hands curves up, pulling me even closer to him. His fingers feel warm against the skin of my back, and it's absolutely terrifying to know that he's touching so much of my bare skin, that he can see so much of it. His fingers are apparently on a mission, because they find my bra strap and twist underneath it. When he pulls away, at first I think it's because he's realised that this is too far, and he doesn't want to do this any more- naturally, I start panicking then at that thought...

"Is it okay if I do this?" Brendon murmurs, one hand clasping the back of my bra. It takes me a moment to actually sum up the ability to speak, because I am pretty flustered and tongue tied at the moment, and most of my words come out as pathetic squeaks before I finally find my voice.