Dancing with the Devil//Brendon Urie

Nineteen

(This chapter is gonna be shorter but I need to write a filler chapter before I write the next one.)

After a few days, I was at ease with Brendon's condition. If he said he was fine, then I believed him. I mean, he knew himself better than I did anyway. I would be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind every so often, but that was just me worrying. I snapped out of my thoughts when Brendon walked into the kitchen, stretching his arms. I got up early to make breakfast, which he seemed shocked by. 

"Doll, what are you doing up this early?" The nickname made me blush. He knit his eyebrows and looked at the stove, where I was cooking bacon and hashbrowns. 

"I'm making breakfast. I thought I'd get up early and do something for you." His lips formed into a great big smile as he walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my cheek. 

"Come on, you didn't have to do that. I know how much you like to sleep in." I shrugged and started flipping pieces of bacon. Brendon scratched his bare pec, and I couldn't help but stare. He noticed right away, smirking as he reached into the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of pills. 

"If you keep staring, that bacon's gonna burn." I came back to reality and continued flipping the food, seeing it cooked evenly on both sides. I turned the element off and turned around watching Brendon. He twisted the cap off and took a pill out of the bottle, popping it in his mouth. He washed it down with water and sighed.

"Honey, it looks delicious." I smiled, proud of my meal.

"Thanks! I couldn't decide what to make so I just took the two first things I found in the fridge." He shook his head no and placed his hands on my waist. 

"No, not the food, you. You look delicious." He pushed his head into the crook of my neck, pressing soft kisses there. I giggled and placed my hand on the back of his head. 

"Brendon, can we at least eat breakfast first?" He groaned and slowly stopped with the kissing, pulling his head out of my neck. 

"Fine, but only because it smells so good." He rolled his eyes jokingly and prepared his plate, sitting across from me at the counter. I examined him as he bit into the bacon, moaning, hopefully from the taste. His hair was all messy and his round glasses sat perfectly on the bridge of his nose. His chocolate brown eyes grew in the lenses. 

"Damn, this is so good." He bit into his second piece, while I was too busy looking at him to even start eating. "Why aren't you eating?"

I dug into the hashbrowns and started to eat. Our conversation started to grow throughout breakfast. We gossiped about our friends, we talked about politics, events, almost everything. When we both finished our meals, Brendon grabbed our plates and started to clean them. 

"You know, that was really good, hashbrown." Did Brendon just call me hashbrown? I was openly confused, clearly showing it on my face. 

"Did you just call me hashbrown, and try to make it work?" I laughed loudly, causing a snicker to come from his lips. 

"What? You don't like it? I've got something else I could call you." He turned the faucet off and strode over to me, wrapping his arm behind my back and pulling me into his chest. 

"Oh, I've got many more names I could call you. And I know you would enjoy them..." His breath fanned against my ear as he whispered one of them in my ear. I gasped when the names escaped his lips, but they were far too naughty for me to repeat. My cheeks flushed red as Brendon continued to taunt me in whispers. 

"Brendon... what's gotten into you?" I giggled, placing a hand on his chest. His hands lurked down, causing a shiver to run through my body. 

"I want you, so bad." He picked me up and brought us into the bedroom. I yelped in excitement, as Brendon closed the door. 

That day was the most intense we ever experienced.