Everything You Are - Brendon Urie *completed* (part 2/3)

eighty-four: at night, your body is a symphony

The nerves for what I had planned were inevitable, but I tried my best to ignore them. I waited until about 10:45 to leave to meet with Brendon, the usual time for us when both of our parents were in bed and getting ready to sleep, long past the time that they'd be checking on me to make sure I'm in bed. I carefully slipped from my window after making sure that Muffin wasn't lingering around and headed quietly down the street to Brendon's bedroom. 

The cold was harsh this late at night, and I'd forgotten just how cold it was this time of year and just how much I loved snuggling into the warmth of Brendon's arms after finally making it to his room. I tapped on his window impatiently and shivered from the cold, just moments later seeing his smiling face opening the window and helping me in. 

"Hello beautiful," he said sweetly, pulling me into his arms as I climbed in and shut the window behind me, snuggling into his warm neck and letting his body be my own personal heater. Once I was finished shivering, he leaned in to kiss me, and I let myself melt into his embrace again, holding him close and fitting together like puzzle pieces the way we always have. 

I pulled away and looked at Brendon and the way he smiled down at me so lovingly, and I knew I wouldn't have the courage for this at any other point.

"Okay, I told you I have another gift for you," I said, and he nodded. "Sit down on the bed and close your eyes."

"Um... Okay," he said, looking confused but backing away, sitting down on the edge of his bed and closing his eyes.

"No peeking," I said, barely above a whisper and he smirked slightly.

"I won't, I promise." He continued smirking, and I took a deep breath and started removing my layers of clothing, taking off my sweatshirt first, then my t-shirt, my sweats and the leggings I wore under them, leaving me in the lingerie I'd bought for him, the lacy bralette I wouldn't normally wear that matched the lace cheeky underwear. I wasn't sure at first about the thigh highs but with the awkward conversation I'd had with the girl who helped me pick out the whole thing, she insisted that it would tie it all together. I took one more deep breath and told Brendon to open his eyes.

As soon as he did, his reaction did not disappoint. Immediately, his eyes widened, a blush creeping into his cheeks as his mouth hung open slightly, looking down my body and taking it all in. I already noticed a slight bulge in his pajama pants and figured that was probably a good sign.

"Wow," he laughed a little, finally saying something. "I'm speechless. Can I see the back?" I hesitantly turned around to show him to back and I heard him chuckle again. I glanced back at him, and he had a deep smirk on his face. "I am definitely going to hell." 

I managed to laugh a little too, and he reached his hand out, grabbing me by my waist and turning me back to face him, pulling me close. "I'm allowed to touch, right?"

"Yeah, that was the point, to make you want to," I smiled as he pulled me onto his lap, attaching his lips to my neck and immediately sending a shiver down my spine at the contact. 

"You didn't need all of this to make me want to," he mumbled. "But it certainly is a nice gift." He bit down on the skin of my neck, causing me to gasp slightly, and he placed his hand on the back of my head to guide my lips to his. 

At first, we just made out for the first time in a long time for us, rediscovering each other's mouths, hands feeling all over each other, mine tangling in his hair first, then sliding down his chest and around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands wandered over my own body, one holding me by the hip and the other grabbing my chest, touching my skin, just touching and feeling me in any way possible. I pushed my hips down against his, both of us moaning into our kiss slightly, desperate for more of each other but not wanting to rush any of it too quickly.