Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

Seven

Inside I was panicking so much, feeling regret and remorse for what I did, but on the outside, I was so relaxed that all I could do was soak up his cuddles. As I woke up, I felt that we weren't on the couch, but on my bed, in my room. I figured Brendon had picked me up and brought us here. I smiled and tried getting up, but Brendon pulled me back down. 

"Stay, just a little longer..." he mumbled, stroking my hair. I laid down beside him and felt his fingers trail up and down my side. I hummed in comfort and turned to face Brendon, smiling at his messy hair.

"What time is it?" I asked so quietly as to not ruin the mood. He looked over his shoulder to see the alarm clock and intertwined his fingers with mine. I giggled and kissed his cheek.

"It's seven thirty right now, in the evening." My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I squirmed out of his grasp. 

"Ugh, we slept for six hours, really? I thought this morning was all a dream." I stifled my laugh, causing Brendon to smirk.

"It was for sure a dream come true!" He beamed, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. My cheeks flushed red and I sighed.

"Want to go for a walk?" He nodded and got up, swinging his legs off of my bed. He stretched, which caused his shirt to up the slightest bit, revealing his chest, resulting in me biting my lip.

"What's the temperature outside?" Brendon asked, stretching his arms, revealing even more of his chest. I gasped and concealed my blush.

"I don't know about outside but it's burning hot right here..." I mumbled, staring at his torso. Brendon chuckled and pulled his phone out, checking the weather app. 

"Oh, wow, it's seventeen degrees, we should put some sweaters on," Brendon stated, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the room. I pulled off of him as we passed by the bathroom.

"Sorry, I want to fix my hair. And maybe do my makeup." Brendon followed me and rested his chin on my shoulder. 

"You wear makeup? You strike me as someone who likes to be more natural." He stated, looking down on the counter for my makeup bag. I opened it and applied a little bit of mascara, just to make my eyelashes look a little bit longer. I turned around and smiled at Brendon.

"So? How do I look?" Brendon's jaw dropped slightly and he pressed a kiss to my forehead, smiling, he replied in a hushed whisper.

"You look like the woman of my dreams, the woman I always dreamed about. You are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, with or without makeup. Crying or not, happy or sad, awake or asleep. You are... unexplainable." I smiled a toothy smile and closed my eyes, letting my head fall in his chest. 

"No one has ever spoken to me like that... it felt nice..." he rubbed my back and pressed a small kiss to my lips. I giggled and looked around.

"Umm, all of my sweaters are in the wash." Brendon grabbed my hand and led me into his bedroom. He looked through the box of his clothes, pulling out a large, black hoodie.

"Here, it may be a little too big for you." I threw it on, and the sleeves were about four inches longer than where my hands stopped. I giggled, looking in his mirror to see the very baggy hoodie on my body. Brendon threw an overcoat over his body and connected his hand to mine. We walked out of the apartment complex and into the dark, evening sky. 

"Wow, it's nice and dark outside," I said, examining the beautiful sky. Brendon wrapped his hand around mine and smiled.

"Yeah, it's a nice, romantic setting," Brendon said, slowing rolling up my sleeves to grab onto my hand.

"Yeah, it is. And... it doesn't bug you that I'm still with Joe?" I asked slowly, resting my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on mine and chuckled.

"No, because I know you're going to break up with him... right?" My heart ached at that question.

"I-I don't know... I haven't really thought about him since this morning." I stammered, scared to see Brendon's reaction.

"Honey, that's fine, you take all the time you need..." we walked into a park and sat on a nearby bench. I let my head rest on his arm and breathed in the nice fall air. 

"What's going on here?" I heard that familiar voice from behind me and jumped. Brendon laced his hand on my thigh to calm me down but soon took it off. 

"Joe? How did you get here?"I asked, standing up in between the two of them.

"I was out for a stroll, but what are you doing out here with your head on his arm?" He said, crossing his arms. I gasped and walked up to him.

"I told you you'd have to get used to how close we are! We aren't together, now when are you going to get that through your thick skull?!" He growled and grabbed my arm, pulling me afar from Brendon. Brendon stood up in defense and walked over to us.

"Has anyone ever told you not to grab a woman like that?!" Brendon snarled, ripping Joe's arm off of me.

"Faelecia, we need to talk, alone."