Imagines

Time to dance (Brendon Urie)

{A.N.: Hohoho! New imagine! Yay (: }

Imagine...

You take a deep breath and enter the large venue, heavily decorated for the event. In the middle of the place is a huge dance floor, covered in golden tiles. You put the lace mask on your face and walk towards the crowd.

Everyone's all dressed up; men are mostly in tuxedos and women are wearing their prettiest dress. The venue is beautifully decorated; the tables around the dance floor are covered with those beautiful white tablecloths, golden ornaments adorning the sides.

You carefully sit at a table, looking around to find him. Everyone is wearing a mask, which makes it difficult for you to recognize a face in this crowd. After a few minutes, a man sits in front of you.

"May I ask you to dance with me?" He asks. His voice is soft, his eyes are breathtaking and his hands are soft.

It can only be him.

You follow him on the dancefloor, carefully walking with your astonishingly high heels. You put a hand on his shoulder and one on his back, as he puts both hands on your hips.

"Your dress is gorgeous. So are you," he whispers in your ear.

"Thank you, Brendon. Must admit you look kinda good yourself," you tell him.

He's wearing a classic black tux with a white shirt and a golden tie. The song playing is Sinatra's Fly Me To The Moon. Brendon serenades the song to your ear, as you let him lead the slow dance.

There are a few couples dancing around you, but you don't see them. You don't see the crowd gathered around you, the music is gone, the only thing left is Brendon.

His hands on your hips, his soft voice in your ear and his black mask covering half of his face. You slowly put your hands behind his head, untying the silver ribbon. You take his mask off, revealing a nice, smooth face with breathtaking eyes.

He takes your hand in his and puts a gentle kiss on your lips. His mouth feels warm and soft on yours. You kiss him back, delighting this precious moment. He lets go off the kiss and leads you off the dancefloor. You both get out of the venue, your masks now off your face.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

"Anywhere. Somewhere where we can be alone. Somewhere calm and quiet, where we could just stand there and watch the sunrise. We shall fly to the moon like no one can stop us."