Emo Trinity x Reader

Brendon Urie x Reader - Time to Dance

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Word count: 1 597

With a sigh you slammed the door shut and threw your jacket over the coat hanger. Your day had been the definition of stressful.

You were your bosses personal assistant, meaning you had to accompany your boss to meetings, prepare presentations for him, get him information on projects and help out if there was need for help.

This morning you had gotten a call from your boss at half past four, asking you to come pick him up at some deserted truck stop one and a half hours out of town. You did not dare to ask how he ended up there, but instead got out of bed and tip toed out of the room so your fiancé Brendon would not wake up. You had driven to pick up your boss who ordered you to drop him off at the office, which you did. By the time you had reached the tall office building, it was half past seven and because your boss asked you to accompany him to a meeting, you just stayed at work. The meeting was chaotic. There were many middle aged men, all bosses of important companies who shouted at each other, and their assistants tried to keep track of the conversation to write a protocol. One of these assistants was you. The meeting finished at eleven and you were not only incredibly tired already, but also starving since you did not have anything to eat since yesterday evening. But instead of granting you an early lunch break, your boss sent you to do some errands that you finished an hour later. You had eaten only half of your sandwich, which you had bought in the Mensa, when you got another call from your boss asking to join him in office to help him decide on his tie for the afternoon meeting. You were to scared you might get fired if you denied his requests, so you obeyed and hurried back into the office. The afternoon meeting was as uncivilized as the meeting in the morning and after that, you were asked to prepare a presentation for the next morning. It is needless to say that this took you all afternoon. You had managed to finish the presentation just before your official end of work, but right before you were out of the door, your boss called for you and asked you to talk through the two meetings.

Two hours later you finally arrived home, almost starved from only having eaten half a sandwich over the day.

Much to your disappointment, Brendon was not home yet. He probably was still in the studio, recording for the new album. You took of your shoes and headed for the bed room, to put on comfortable clothes. You decided on some shorts and one of Brendon's shirts. You loved how it smelled of him and comforted you. Tiredly you sat down on the bed and stared into the room. It was getting dark outside already. Sometimes you wondered if it would not be best if you just quit your job and found something else to do. Maybe you could open a little café with self-made cakes and cupcakes and fair-trade coffee and cacao and tea? You took the liberty to daydream until your stomach reminded you of its poor condition. You still sat on the bed when you decided that you were too tired to cook yourself so you stood up and ordered pizza for both you and Brendon. You hung up with a smile on your face, already looking forward to the hot dish, when your eyes landed on the big headphones Brendon had given you for Christmas. He knew that you loved listening to music loudly but because you lived in a multiple-family dwelling, you never did. So he had gotten you these special headphones that blocked out sound and played the music in perfect quality only for your ears to hear. You grabbed the Christmas gift that you had only used a few times so far and plugged it into your mobile before pulling the headphones over your ears. You played press on your favorite song, once again amazed by how clear the sound was and how deep the bass played into your ears. A smile spread across your face and for a while you just stood in the middle of the room, swaying gently to the music.

The next song that came on was upbeat and loud and made you want to dance. So you closed your eyes and danced. You were alone in your apartment, no one there to judge you, so you danced your heart out. You jumped to the beat, raised your hands over your head and shook your hair, freeing your mind of all the thoughts of the day. You could feel the stress disappearing from your body, slowly fade away and being replaced by the joy of living. And when the song ended and the next came on, you just kept dancing. Sometimes you jumped, sometimes you just swayed to the music, sometimes you sang along and other times you just crazily waved your arms around. You felt free. You felt alive. And you were happy.

If your headphones would not have blocked out the sound so perfectly, you would have heard the front door opening and your fiancé coming home. He called for you twice before he walked down the corridor to the bedroom where he heard your feet move over the floor. The door stood open so his eyes found you immediately. A smile spread across his face, as he saw you dancing. The headphones he had given you were over your ears, you wore shorts and one of his old shirts. Damn, he loved when you wore one of his shirts. It made you look so tiny and it warmed his heart knowing that you put on his stuff when he was not home. If your clothes would fit him, he would always wear one of your shirts or hoodies. He leant against the door frame, watching you move across the room, eyes closed, hands raised above your head. You were standing on tip toes, moving your hips rhythmically, slowly spinning.

He knew he should not watch you. It was a private moment, an intimate moment, something that only belonged to you and he was invading your private space but he could not take his eyes off of you. It was like he had discovered an entirely new side of you. Of course you had been dancing together before, but now you presented your soul. You danced the way the music made you feel and you poured heart and soul into every tiny movement. And it was beautiful. Brendon always thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen, but seeing you dance like this made his heart beat faster, his knees weak and his mind dizzy. It was like the world outside of this room was gone. The only thing existing was him, you and the music he could not hear. He bit his lower lip, his eyes following you. You were dancing for nobody but yourself. It was neither sexy nor childish. It was you. Brendon realized that no matter how you moved, it expressed your personality in each moment. It was magical and yet so simple. And it ended way to fast.

Brendon did not know it the song was over or the battery of your phone dead or if you were just out of breath, because suddenly you stopped in the middle of the room. Your arms fell to your sides, your breath was heavy, but you smiled, eyes still closed. Brendon could not resist the temptation anymore and with a few quick steps he was behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and pressing his lips against the side of your sweaty neck.

For a second you stiffened under his touch, then you realized it was him and quickly took of the headphones, relaxing under his soft lips against your skin.

"Brendon," you breathed surprised, turning around in his arms to look at his face.

"This was the most magical moment I have ever witnessed," he whispered, staring down on you lovingly.

"You saw?" You felt your cheeks blush in embarrassment.

"And I will never forget it," he added with a smile, still looking into your eyes.

For a while both of you stared at each other, your body hot and sweaty from dancing, his cool from the night air.

"I love you so much," he whispered barely audible.

"I love you more," you answered quietly.

"I beg to differ," he responded, a grin growing on his face.

"There's no doubt, I love you more," you grinned back.

"Never in a thousand years," Brendon giggled.

"Maybe we love each other equally," you suggested.

"Maybe," Brendon agreed, quickly pressing his perfect lips against yours. Holy shit, you loved his kisses. They were always full of the emotion he felt at the moment, and right now they were full of love.

The ringing of the doorbell tore you apart from each other.

"Who's that," Brendon wondered.

"I ordered pizza," you explained, grabbing your purse already and heading for the door.

"Have I told you I love you?" Brendon walked after you, grabbing you by the hips and pressing his lips against your neck.

"You might have mentioned it," you giggled. Suddenly you stopped in your tracks. "Brendon? You need to open the door, I'm not presentable."

Brendon laughed at your concern. "Anything formy love."