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Title: Jump then Fall
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Demi/Selena, Selena/Destiny
Disclaimer: No one could possibly own Selena/Demi. I only own the character Destiny. I do not own the borrowed lyrics from Ester Dean or Lady GaGa
Summary: She was only trying to get away from the creepy stalker, she never could have imagined the consequences of banging her way into a random hotel room.
A/N: Inspiration at 2 am... I kept tossing and turning in bed and hopefully now that I have completed the next chapter I will be able to get some rest. Enjoy!
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This is for boss bitches
for money making bitches
all my ladies throw your hands in the air
got patron in my cup
and I don't give a fuck
the baddest bitch in the club right here
Ester Dean’s, Drop It Low, filled the darkened hotel room. Destiny groaned knowing one of her friends on her dance team was trying to reach her. Yet she had no intention of even attempting to get up to answer. Her eyes were firmly closed as she tried to figure out what had happened the night before. The only thing she knew for certain was that Selena had returned to the room with a bottle of jack and several shots were consumed before Destiny’s memory got foggy. Drop it low stopped playing and Destiny sighed with relief hoping that there would be no repeat call.
Destiny didn’t dare open her eyes as she felt herself slowly wake up. It was then she noticed two things. One, she was sleeping extremely close to Selena Gomez and their various body parts were entangled. Two, they weren't wearing any clothes.
‘What the hell happened last night’
Destiny closed her eyes even tighter as she tried to remember the events that had led to the predicament she was currently in. Sure she had heard rumors that Selena might possibly be into girls because of her relationship with her best friend being a little too touchy feely. But never had she imagined it to be true. Let alone that she was going to ever end up in bed with her.
Panicking was not the answer. It took awhile but Destiny was finally able to relax enough to be able to clear her mind of all thoughts it was then that little bits and pieces of the night returned.
“I can’t believe she led me on the way she did,” Selena grumbled as she downed another shot of jack.
“I can’t believe she made out with that jerk in front of me,” Destiny exclaimed, “Doesn’t she care about my feelings.”
It was then Selena realized that they were both complaining about the same thing. She could see that Destiny knew of the pain that Selena held in her heart. She grabbed the bottle of jack and looked inside.
One shot left.
Selena stumbled from the bed to where Destiny sat on a chair beside the bed. She held out the bottle for Destiny to see.
“You should take that last shot,” Selena slurred.
“But Lena you’re the one who provided the liquor,” Destiny whined, “You take it.”
Destiny was confused. They had only met the night before and not only had she single handedly got Selena to sleep with her but she had started using nick names for the Disney star. She wished she could remember more. She wished she could understand how they had gone from offering the last shot up to having sex. It was all still blurry and Destiny was getting a headache just thinking about it.
Selena started to move beside her and Destiny hoped that she could pass for sleeping. She had no idea what she was going to say to the other girl yet. Everything was so awkward. And then just like that Selena slipped off the bed not even noticing how terrified Destiny actually was. The bed quickly lost the warmth that Destiny hadn't realized had been there. In a strange way she sort of missed it. But then she spoke.
"You don't have to pretend to sleep."
"I wasn't," Destiny easily lied, "My eyes just don't want to open."
"We need to talk about what happened," Selena told her.
"I know."
Destiny was obviously at least two years older then Selena and yet in that moment she felt like a little kid who had been caught stealing a cookie before dinner. She was terrified of what Selena was going to say. She was terrified of the consequences. Maybe deep down she was even scared of Selena saying it was all a mistake even though on some level Destiny was thinking the exact same thing. Maybe the scars from her ex-girlfriend hadn't completely closed. Maybe they never would.
"I'm sorry I got you drunk so I could take advantage of you," Selena said quietly after a moment of silence.
Destiny's eyes snapped open.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.
"I had a fight with Demi. I don't know if you remember, but I think I ranted for an hour about how Demi had led me on only to break my heart," Selena replied, "I think a part of me knew what was going to happen if I brought that bottle of jack in the room. And the bottle of Goose."
Then it dawned on Destiny why she hadn't remembered anything. She glanced at the table and found two very empty of bottles of alcohol. Two bottles that had been consumed between them.
"I don't remember much," Destiny admitted.
Destiny admitted to Selena why she had actually been out for a walk at nearly one am. It hadn't been for the scenery.
I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Destiny quickly found her phone knowing that her friends weren't going to stop calling until she answered. This time it was her ex that was calling. She had a very quick conversation on the phone about the stalker and how she ended up falling asleep in someone else's hotel. Before she hung up she found herself agreeing to meet them in an hour for practice.
"I gotta go," Destiny told her as she began to pull her clothes on.
"Come back later," Selena told her, "I want to make up for last night."
Destiny was surprised that Selena wanted anything to do with her. But she found herself agreeing before she left the hotel room. What was she getting herself into?
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: Demi/Selena, Selena/Destiny
Disclaimer: No one could possibly own Selena/Demi. I only own the character Destiny. I do not own the borrowed lyrics from Ester Dean or Lady GaGa
Summary: She was only trying to get away from the creepy stalker, she never could have imagined the consequences of banging her way into a random hotel room.
A/N: Inspiration at 2 am... I kept tossing and turning in bed and hopefully now that I have completed the next chapter I will be able to get some rest. Enjoy!
~~*~~*~~*~~
This is for boss bitches
for money making bitches
all my ladies throw your hands in the air
got patron in my cup
and I don't give a fuck
the baddest bitch in the club right here
Ester Dean’s, Drop It Low, filled the darkened hotel room. Destiny groaned knowing one of her friends on her dance team was trying to reach her. Yet she had no intention of even attempting to get up to answer. Her eyes were firmly closed as she tried to figure out what had happened the night before. The only thing she knew for certain was that Selena had returned to the room with a bottle of jack and several shots were consumed before Destiny’s memory got foggy. Drop it low stopped playing and Destiny sighed with relief hoping that there would be no repeat call.
Destiny didn’t dare open her eyes as she felt herself slowly wake up. It was then she noticed two things. One, she was sleeping extremely close to Selena Gomez and their various body parts were entangled. Two, they weren't wearing any clothes.
‘What the hell happened last night’
Destiny closed her eyes even tighter as she tried to remember the events that had led to the predicament she was currently in. Sure she had heard rumors that Selena might possibly be into girls because of her relationship with her best friend being a little too touchy feely. But never had she imagined it to be true. Let alone that she was going to ever end up in bed with her.
Panicking was not the answer. It took awhile but Destiny was finally able to relax enough to be able to clear her mind of all thoughts it was then that little bits and pieces of the night returned.
“I can’t believe she led me on the way she did,” Selena grumbled as she downed another shot of jack.
“I can’t believe she made out with that jerk in front of me,” Destiny exclaimed, “Doesn’t she care about my feelings.”
It was then Selena realized that they were both complaining about the same thing. She could see that Destiny knew of the pain that Selena held in her heart. She grabbed the bottle of jack and looked inside.
One shot left.
Selena stumbled from the bed to where Destiny sat on a chair beside the bed. She held out the bottle for Destiny to see.
“You should take that last shot,” Selena slurred.
“But Lena you’re the one who provided the liquor,” Destiny whined, “You take it.”
Destiny was confused. They had only met the night before and not only had she single handedly got Selena to sleep with her but she had started using nick names for the Disney star. She wished she could remember more. She wished she could understand how they had gone from offering the last shot up to having sex. It was all still blurry and Destiny was getting a headache just thinking about it.
Selena started to move beside her and Destiny hoped that she could pass for sleeping. She had no idea what she was going to say to the other girl yet. Everything was so awkward. And then just like that Selena slipped off the bed not even noticing how terrified Destiny actually was. The bed quickly lost the warmth that Destiny hadn't realized had been there. In a strange way she sort of missed it. But then she spoke.
"You don't have to pretend to sleep."
"I wasn't," Destiny easily lied, "My eyes just don't want to open."
"We need to talk about what happened," Selena told her.
"I know."
Destiny was obviously at least two years older then Selena and yet in that moment she felt like a little kid who had been caught stealing a cookie before dinner. She was terrified of what Selena was going to say. She was terrified of the consequences. Maybe deep down she was even scared of Selena saying it was all a mistake even though on some level Destiny was thinking the exact same thing. Maybe the scars from her ex-girlfriend hadn't completely closed. Maybe they never would.
"I'm sorry I got you drunk so I could take advantage of you," Selena said quietly after a moment of silence.
Destiny's eyes snapped open.
"What do you mean?" She questioned.
"I had a fight with Demi. I don't know if you remember, but I think I ranted for an hour about how Demi had led me on only to break my heart," Selena replied, "I think a part of me knew what was going to happen if I brought that bottle of jack in the room. And the bottle of Goose."
Then it dawned on Destiny why she hadn't remembered anything. She glanced at the table and found two very empty of bottles of alcohol. Two bottles that had been consumed between them.
"I don't remember much," Destiny admitted.
Destiny admitted to Selena why she had actually been out for a walk at nearly one am. It hadn't been for the scenery.
I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Destiny quickly found her phone knowing that her friends weren't going to stop calling until she answered. This time it was her ex that was calling. She had a very quick conversation on the phone about the stalker and how she ended up falling asleep in someone else's hotel. Before she hung up she found herself agreeing to meet them in an hour for practice.
"I gotta go," Destiny told her as she began to pull her clothes on.
"Come back later," Selena told her, "I want to make up for last night."
Destiny was surprised that Selena wanted anything to do with her. But she found herself agreeing before she left the hotel room. What was she getting herself into?