Not Everything Goes According to Plan (Brallon/Ryden)

Chapter 9: (Trust Me)

I just stand there, speechless. There's a small white table covered in candles and flowers. The warm breeze of the dark desert makes the paper lanterns that surround the patio sway back and fourth. They light up parts of the garden, and show each flower's colors.

Brendon pulls out a chair and signals me to sit down. I sit (still with a suprised and bright smile on my face) and he quickly runs off into the house.

He stumbles back tripping over the rocky stairs with a circular tray that has food on it.

"Some beer for me, and a Dr. Pepper for ma' lady." I chuckle as he sets down the beverage and winks while saying 'lady'.

Even though his jokes are extremely cheesy, every time I hear them I just fall deeper and deeper in love. Another perk of dating the fabulous Brendon Urie.

Brendon smiles and sets the tray of food down.

"Ok so I know it's not very fancy, but I thought some frozen pizza would be better than my cooking. Sooooo yeah."

I smile back at him and serve each one of us a slice,

"Hey um, where are we anyway?"

I question.

"Oh yeah! Right. It's actually Spencer's aunt's getaway home."

Well ok, that's a bit weird but I guess that's a nice gesture.

I take a bite of the greasy pepperoni pizza and find Brendon's huge eyes staring at me.

"I'm not hungry for pizza."He mumbles, shaking his head.

I smile back at his crooked grin as we lock eyes across the table.

Oh you smooth fucker.

A small couple seconds of silence pass with us just staring, knowing of what was to come next.

"I'm hungry for you." He says, getting up and grabbing my collar. I press my lips against his and we stumble into the cottage.

Inside, we run into couches and walls totally avoiding turning on the light and ruining the moment. He tries guiding me through the house with his hands up my shirt slowly rubbing my abdomen.

"Fucking Brendon, I love you." I whisper in his ear.

I feel him crack a smile against my lips and he pins me against a wall.

He may be little, but hell is he forcefull.

He shoves his tongue down my throat without permission. But suddenly pulls back,

"Tell me what to do Dal."

That fucking face will be the death of me.

I pull his body to switch positions on the wall, and forcefully take his shirt off. I steal his hands and pin them with one of my own about his head.

" Aww, is that all you got?"

He chuckles, eyes still closed.

I drop down and move my tongue from his waistline to his neck. I feel his stomach sink in as I still take grip of him above his head. My release him and my hands trickle down under his pants and I dig my nails into his hips.

"Off now." I demand.

"There you go." Brendon whispers followed my a moan.