Here we go! Another update to this little Brandit saga! And some fun awaits on the next chapter...
This is chapter 2/3 of "you're a fine girl", though I may publish some unconnected oneshots of this ship from time to time. That is to say, the 'storyline' is only 3 chapters, but if I feel like writing random 'romance' Brandit oneshots, I'll be posting them here, with this fic. That includes all kinds of ideas- romance, smut, or even parenthood (Biscuit and Bingo are gonna be canon here). Just depends on how I feel.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
A year passed and Brandy was more thankful than ever that she decided to knock on that door about 365 days ago. Had she not, would she still be gushing like a teenaged girl, watching her moves very carefully on the bathroom mirror to guarantee that her eyeliner matched and her mascara was even?
And a little more blush wouldn't hurt either...
Everyone knew dogs didn't typically wear clothes, but Brandy had on a scarlet strapless dress that reached to her knees and a glimmering pearl necklace that fell onto her chest.
"Brandyyy," Bandit called out from outside the bathroom. It wasn't the same dump from before, instead, Bandit had moved back to Brandy's flat, though that situation would correct itself in the future as both continued to set aside money for a proper house one day. In addition, Bruce had moved in with another bandmate, finally getting a job in the process.
While Brandy was surprised to miss Bruce's company a little, she vastly preferred a more private life with her lover. No more fearing that Bruce would return during any frisky moments, no having to plan nights out weeks in advance because Bruce would need the car, and they were financially better off.
Of course, they always made sure to include him in any friendly plans they had.
This one, however, wasn't a "friendly" plan. This was a romantic one, a date. And Brandy was a little vain when it came down to them, making sure to leave Bandit speechless every time she was finally ready to leave the bathroom and walk in, looking fairly similar to a princess whom he needed to make his queen.
"Hurry~," he whined a little, feeling impatient. Their reservation was at 8, and Brandy was pushing it by still being busy at 7:30. His tail wagged, anticipating which look Brandy would choose for this date. Brandy had a knack for that kind of thing and every new style of makeup she'd try on would make him take a double glance to make sure that she was really all his. Whether she came out with cutesy makeup that made her look enchanting and delicate or a fine look that made her seductive and alluring, all Bandit knew was that he was going to be having her as his real meal by midnight.
While deep in thought about Brandy's gothic look she went with on their last date, Bandit licked his lips, feeling his tail wag. It was a way to stop his impatience from bothering him after all.
"I'm done," she said with a little attitude, not really annoyed, but eager to stop him from whining anyway. She plucked out a stray hair that had been bothering her and smiled, satisfied with her look. She turned the knob and stepped out, headed to the living room, where Bandit sat, still love-struck by gothic Brandy.
Once he laid eyes on her, his queen, he was once again love-struck but to the point where the flat distorted into a void of nothingness, and the only thing he could keep his eyes on was her. Brandy had gone with a very dewy look; her features glittered like diamonds. Her eyes gave her an older look, making her appear like a very charming milf, though the requirement of children would one day be fulfilled by Bandit himself. Maybe even tonight??
"You like what you see?" Brandy eyed him, smirking a little. "You know you can't rush beauty, right babe?"
"B-Brandy," Bandit stammered, feeling his heart rate increase, not expecting his usually timid and submissive lover to enjoy teasing him. He felt her paw go under his muzzle and travel to his cheek, giving it a soft squeeze. She was not this flirty even last time with the goth makeup.
Her expression returned to normal and she laughed, still finding Bandit in this state adorable. "Come on Bandit, we are really going to be late if you don't snap out of it."
"Oh! R-right," Bandit nodded, grabbing the keys, careful not to trip on his dress shoes. "I just didn't expect you to y'know...act so..."
"I know," Brandy laughed. "It's fun, seeing you get all clammy though."
Once they had parked, both fancy heelers stepped out of the car, turning their heads up to the top floor of the tower. The restaurant was situated on the top floor, having a balcony where lucky couples could eat while getting an amazing view of Brisbane. Brandy had heard about it, but never expected Bandit to take her there.
It was ridiculously expensive of course, but Bandit always loved to remind her that money was meant to be used.
"Bandit? Here?!" Now the red heeler was the one who was shocked, wondering if her boyfriend was pulling a prank on her. Sometimes Bandit could be a dirty prankster. Brandy braced for a laugh, but Bandit's expression remained stern.
"Yes babe, here," he took her by paw and went inside the tower. Once they were inside, they went in the lift and clicked the top floor, Brandy contemplating the large dent that would soon be made to their bank account. She shook the thought off and felt her tail wag, completing another thing off her bucket list.
As Bandit clicked the button that read "50", Brandy braced herself for the inevitable brief motion sickness she would get from traveling almost 260 meters high in the air, holding onto his arm for support.
"You know I've always wanted to eat here, but skipping the part where I have to travel all the way up there in the first place," Brandy told him as the lift started traveling up.
"Yeah, I know," Bandit held her closely against him. "Do you think I haven't noticed the way you look at the tower every time we pass through the city?"
"Was it that obvious?" Brandy shut her eyes once she read the lift's screen, which read "15". The fifteenth story was nothing, but Brandy was already starting to feel it. "Agh...when will this be over?"
"I was trying to court you respectfully," Bandit laughed. "But if you changed your mind, we could just go home and I'll have you as my dinner."
"No way," Brandy's act returned, a devilish smirk on her otherwise tensed face. "This lady demands to be courted. Or shall I court you?"
"And how would you do that?" Bandit asked, feeling the air around him change. He started to feel a little woozy, never before having gone up this much in so little time. Strangely, the lift wasn't the only thing he felt rising.
Brandy pinned him to the lift's wall, once again smiling with that seductive, mature energy. She noticed something creating a tent in the blue heeler's pants. "Like this."
She grabbed her head again with her paw; they were now on the 36th story. "Nah, but seriously, I can feel my ears clogging up! And try not to get too excited, lest anyone notices it."
"You make it hard not to," Bandit joked, thinking of particularly unsexy things. "Ba dum tsss..I wasn't even trying to make the joke!"
Brandy carelessly side eyed him, but once again complained about the lift.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, the two had made it to the top floor.
Bandit inhaled sharply, making sure he appeared like he knew what to do on such an occasion. He stepped out of the lift, his arm locked with Brandy's.
"Hello," the receptionist greeted. "What's the name on your reservation?"
"Bandit Heeler," the heeler answered. "Saved for 8 PM."
"Hm...oh, yes, right here," her eyes skimmed the list of reservations, catching the name and the time. "Right this way."
She grabbed two menus and motioned for the cattle dogs to follow, situating them on the balcony. Brandy held in the urge to squeal out of delight until the receptionist returned to her spot near the lift's doors.
"I just can't believe this is real," Brandy said cheerfully. "You know...Dad was in the military and we lived an hour away from Brisbane, but when we were able to come here all-together...I remember my parents came here."
Brandy stared dreamily into Bandit's eyes, grabbing his paw and interlocking fingers. She smiled daintily, a look of a doll that had no intention to tease, vastly different than the hot attitude Brandy had given him at home and in the lift.
"Ever since then, I viewed this tower like a symbol of love. A-and now you go above and beyond to take me here...it...it's just..."
Brandy blinked rapidly, trying not to let her incoming tears ruin her look. Bandit dabbed her eyes with the utensil cloth carefully, holding her face with his paw. "It's the least I could do, love. I'm sure your folks had an amazing time and we're gonna replicate it."
For a moment, the two's lips met for a passionate kiss, Brandy breaking it off first to focus on the city's view from up here. "Look."
Bandit dos as told, watching the bustling atmosphere down below where cars seemed like ants and people down below blended together, much like sand particles. It seemed to remind them of how small their world was, but how infinitely large their love for one another was. They could be the same size of those moving grains of sand down below, but the feelings they carried, the hardships each had gone through, the powerful strengths they brought out in each other...
It made them the most important people in the world, perhaps only for the minutes they spent admiring the horizon. It certainly felt like all that mattered was them as Brandy ugly laughed from one of Bandit's many funny tales he had experienced with his mates or his brothers.
"No way Stripe tried to inhale Smarties dust," Brandy wiped a tear from her eye. "That is such a Stripe thing to do."
"And he started coughing like hell," Bandit couldn't help but laugh; his girlfriend's laughter was naturally contagious. "I didn't let go of it for months-"
Both couldn't contain themselves for a long time.
"Stop laughing! You'll make me-" Bandit snorted before Brandy started cackling, holding her aching tummy.
"Bandit!" Brandy finally composed herself, a couple of giggles still escaping her. "This reminds me of that time when Chilli and I were children...and we were staying at Ralph's. We were eating pizza together- and I kid you not...Ralph pulled out a knife and fork and started eating it with that...and he had this expression on his face like-"
Brandy made a face reminiscent of a child playing out a person they deemed fancy and a little pretentious. "Chilli started to do it too and wouldn't stop even after I told her normal people eat pizza with their paws!"
The two shared another laugh.
"I love you, Brandy," Bandit's paw cupped her cheek, staring into the red heeler's youthful eyes.
"I love you too, Bandit," Brandy's paw rested on top of his. "This past year has been wonderful- I haven't felt a joy like this since we first got together..."
"Aww," Bandit smiled. "Looks like you've left your little ego behind? This is a little too "feels-sy", right?"
Brandy, reminded of her makeup choice, smirked. "Ohh yeahh. I haven't forgotten at all. You'll see."
"I wonder how long you'll act that way," Bandit stared off into the distance, a knowing smile behind his poker face. "You'll forget about it again, I bet.."
"Test me, stud muffin," Brandy cringed a little at her vocabulary- but it was all in good fun, just a little role play for her confident look. "By the way- this isn't a little...cringey, right?"
"Nah, mate," Bandit shook his head. "It's all in the moment, we're just having fun."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," Bandit confirmed. "Come on, do it again, it's cute."
"I know I'm cute," Brandy started again. "Tell me something I don't know."
"That I want to marry you," Bandit pulled the box from his pocket and kneeled down onto the floor, eyeing his lover from below.
Brandy's eyes widened. She didn't know what to do, at least not with her little alter-ego running the show. Never mind that, she felt tears forming in her eyes, the happy kind as her expression turned softer and her genuine self came back into view. Brandy's natural blush started to overshadow the makeup blush, feeling a fluttery feeling in her chest that could erupt at any second.
"Will you marry me?" Bandit asked, breaking the silence. He started to tear up at Brandy's tears- she was so contagious. Whatever she did, he found himself either doing or thinking about.
For Pete's sake, he found himself keeping a journal about his feelings, something he never did before Brandy came along. Sure, Brandy published her feelings in the form of a story and Bandit kept his journal in private, but the art of writing was introduced to him through her.
"Are you serious? Yes! YES! Yes, Bandit, I'll marry you!" Brandy got up from her seat and almost bounced in joy, careful to act her age in such a prestigious place, though it would've been understandable otherwise.
Brandy's tail wagged intensely, staring at her hot fiancé drive the car back to the flat. His concentrated expression and the fact that she was lucky enough to get to marry him...
She could already see the scene in her head clearly.
Brandy Ivy Heeler. Brandy's tail wagged. Here I go...
"I told you you wouldn't be able to remember it," Bandit bragged.
"Maybe I don't want to remember it right now- let me be jolly, Bandit," Brandy lightly hit her lover's shoulder. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime moment- and of course I'm happy...I get to do it with you."
Bandit's tail started to wag. "You're too cute."
The two drove off to their home, a soft bouncy bed and an adjustable light awaiting them.
-End-
