"London is Calling Pt 1" Demi/Selena, M
Title: London is Calling, Part 1/?
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Selena Gomez; Demi/Miley Cyrus.
Rating: M
Words: ~1490
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Summary: Demi cheats on her girlfriend Selena with Miley at the London Hannah Montana Premiere. Angst ensues.
warnings: tame smut scene
And now, for the inspirational song that guided my creation: Anberlin - Dance Dance Christa Paffgen
Exceptional Lyrics for this chapter:
MILEY:
She's no saint (she's no saint), she's no saint
She's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
Try her boy, but she'll still do what she please
Do you believe in science? She's perfect chemistry
She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me
DEMI ADDICTED TO MILEY:
Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical
Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
Temperatures rise and I start to move,
but it's you that's coursing through my veins
The evening of the Hannah Montana movie premiere in London reveals two giggly teens safely relaxed in a comfortable hotel room.
Demi couldn’t resist the girl’s hyperactive effervescence - ever since they met up earlier in the afternoon, the younger girl was high on the fame and her charm was rolling off her in powerful waves. Her southern warmth reminds Demi of sun kissed afternoons drinking lemonade on the porch, playing with her older sister’s hair as they revealed in the ignorance of youth.
Demi welcomes Miley into her bed, beneath the covers and they giggle and wrap themselves up in each other and for a while Demi forgets how lonely she is without her girlfriend Selena.
Things get quiet; all that can be heard is their steady breathing. Miley scotches down and slips her head under the covers. She tugs on Demi’s hand to make her move as well. In the warm darkness of the duvet and bed sheets, they bring their heads closer together and smile. Demi entwines her fingers with Miley’s and hums contentedly. Miley kisses the back of Demi’s hand tenderly. Demi moves even closer at the loving gesture, yearning for more love to be showered on her as her heart suffers from an absence.
Miley seems to guess what Demi needs by picking up on the sadness beneath her chocolate eyes. She leans up and kisses Demi’s forehead, lingering there for several moments, before gazing back down at Demi, who has closed her eyes at the sensation. When she opens her eyes again, Miley notices something different, and is intrigued. She inches closer to try and catch some light in Demi’s dark eyes, but Demi takes it as permission to do what has occurred to her countless times before, just to see what it would be like.
How would kissing Disney’s teen queen feel?
About as magical as living in the Mouse’s Kingdom, Demi decides.
Miley's lips pucker up immediately to receive Demi’s kiss, applying pressure but letting Demi handle the situation. Miley grips their hands tighter to her and brings them to her chest. Demi’s hand brushes Miley’s breast while she simultaneously deepens the kiss. Strangely enough, she thinks she can taste lemonade on Miley’s tongue.
Demi takes control and moves to settle on top of Miley, still hidden beneath the covers. Their hair is still wet from their showers and their hands tangle in the messy locks. That familiar sensation is growing inside of Demi, the feeling she gets whenever Selena brushes her lips over her pulse point and her fingers trail lightly down her lean oblique muscles. She also recognizes the nauseating feeling of guilt churning in her stomach. But she just feels so safe and loved and free in Miley’s embrace, the exuberant girl for once focusing all of her attention on her. She has been desperately missing that intimate glow she gets from Selena and her family back in the States, and Miley is just so convenient, so ready to give her love that she pushes away the guilt and revels in the feeling of Miley’s maroon colored nails scratching lightly through her t-shirt.
Miley shifts beneath her trying to adjust to Demi’s weight, and her hips lift up against Demi’s pelvis. Demi groans and moves so that Miley’s leg slips between her own. She starts to rock slowly and lightly, leading Miley to chase her lips as they pull away and push back. Demi’s pajama bottoms start a burning friction on Miley’s exposed thigh, and she lifts up unconsciously with every rock forward.
Demi stops herself from caressing Miley’s pert breasts through her camisole, and instead digs her fingers into the meat of Miley’s shoulders, keeping her close while hanging on desperately to her sanity. Miley’s hands are a little too free in roaming her back and sides, but Demi doesn’t want to stop and tell her so. Demi also doesn’t kiss Miley’s neck; she dips her head down and pants onto the pillow underneath Miley’s head, and moves away when Miley tries to subtly turn her head to kiss Demi’s cheek. So Miley focuses her lips on the heaving shoulder in front of her.
“Ooooh, Demi,” Miley’s southern drawl is thick and heavy, moving slow like honey over Demi’s senses, and her smooth hands are rubbing in all the right places, and Demi can’t help the cry that erupts from her throat. Suddenly Demi is clenching and she feels she might never relax, but then she does, and she feels exhausted. She stops her rocking and brings her heavy head up from the pillow. Her face displays shock, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
Miley’s face looks concerned, and Demi isn’t sure why until she feels the single tear run down her chin. She lets go of Miley’s shoulder and swipes her face, looking at the hand, as if to make sure. Miley is completely still beneath her - she knows what just happened, and knows that Demi is in a fragile state.
Demi shoots Miley one last look before she throws off the bed sheets and runs to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Miley hears her collapse bodily against the door, but she is too shocked to move, reliving the past few minutes in her head.
How did that happen.......? Why didn’t she stop it.......? .......Selena….
Miley’s heart hurts - the look in Demi’s eyes is burned into Miley’s mind. The look of betrayal - like she could never trust Miley again.
Miley gets up and jogs to the bathroom, sliding down the door sideways to sit on her knees, her hand trying to caress her friend through the door. She can hear sobs, and her heart aches.
“…. Demi… I don’t know what happened. I’m so, so sorry. Please, come out and we’ll fix this… we’ll fix us.”
Demi’s sobs are chocked back by a broken and rough scoff, “ ‘Ha! Fix how? How can this be fixed? You know what we just did….” Miley imagines Demi behind the door, gesturing with her hands, trying to speak the words that are in her mind, but she is too afraid to voice - to make it real.
“Demi, it was… it was an accident, it didn’t mean anything, it just happened.” Miley realizes that she is also too scared to verbalize what “it” is.
“All I want is to fix it. Please, come out and let’s talk, I don’t want this to come between us,” Miley smacks the door in anger, as if it’s the only barrier between them.
“I suppose you’re just used to getting everything your way. But this isn’t something that’s being served to you on a silver platter!”
Miley balks for a second, but refrains from lashing out indignantly. She’s a friend first, a bitch second.
Demi continues in a smaller, broken voice, “Everything is ruined. I’ve shattered yet another beautiful thing in my life. She’ll never forgive me… I wouldn’t forgive me… I’m trash.”
“Demi if you would just listen to me! Please, this was an accident. Selena loves you more than life itself! I’ve seen the love between you two - there is nothing stronger. This was a mistake, and it will never happen again!”
“How can you be sure?! I’ve already cheated once, who’s to say I can stop myself again? I have very minimal self control, apparently!”
“Shut the hell up, you emo bitch!" Miley takes a deep breath. "This was something… unexpected. And I know it won’t happen again because of the way you are so defeated right now. If you think about it logically, it’s like self-preservation: you’ll never cheat on Selena again because you’ll feel this all over again. I know this is killing you.”
Miley pauses, listening hard, waiting for a sound from her distraught friend. When she doesn’t get an answer, she continues, “Come out here. Let me hold you. We did this together; we’re both to blame. And we will both fix this. I won’t let you abandon your heart.”
It takes a few more minutes of patient waiting, but finally the door opens to reveal a disheveled, tear-stained girl. Miley stands up from the floor and pulls Demi forcefully into a hug. Demi collapses against her and breaks down again.
It takes a full hour for Miley to calm her down, and another half hour to convince her to call Selena, to share what happened, promise it will never happen again, and beg for forgiveness. Miley’s principle point is that Demi couldn’t possibly live with a secret like this, so the truth must come out.
Demi drinks a whole bottle of water and moves to stand in front of the hotel window, gazing out into the dark London night. She flips open her phone and selects Selena’s speed dial.
As it rings, she looks at Miley’s reflection in the window. The girl is sitting on the bed, a supportive smile on her face. Demi’s hope grows, just a fraction.
~to be continued~
Fandom: Disney RPF
Pairing: Demi Lovato/Selena Gomez; Demi/Miley Cyrus.
Rating: M
Words: ~1490
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, borrowing real people's personas based on my personal perceptions of them. Not intended for profit or offense.
Summary: Demi cheats on her girlfriend Selena with Miley at the London Hannah Montana Premiere. Angst ensues.
warnings: tame smut scene
And now, for the inspirational song that guided my creation: Anberlin - Dance Dance Christa Paffgen
Click to viewExceptional Lyrics for this chapter:
MILEY:
She's no saint (she's no saint), she's no saint
She's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
Try her boy, but she'll still do what she please
Do you believe in science? She's perfect chemistry
She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me
DEMI ADDICTED TO MILEY:
Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical
Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical
Addicted to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
Temperatures rise and I start to move,
but it's you that's coursing through my veins
The evening of the Hannah Montana movie premiere in London reveals two giggly teens safely relaxed in a comfortable hotel room.
Demi couldn’t resist the girl’s hyperactive effervescence - ever since they met up earlier in the afternoon, the younger girl was high on the fame and her charm was rolling off her in powerful waves. Her southern warmth reminds Demi of sun kissed afternoons drinking lemonade on the porch, playing with her older sister’s hair as they revealed in the ignorance of youth.
Demi welcomes Miley into her bed, beneath the covers and they giggle and wrap themselves up in each other and for a while Demi forgets how lonely she is without her girlfriend Selena.
Things get quiet; all that can be heard is their steady breathing. Miley scotches down and slips her head under the covers. She tugs on Demi’s hand to make her move as well. In the warm darkness of the duvet and bed sheets, they bring their heads closer together and smile. Demi entwines her fingers with Miley’s and hums contentedly. Miley kisses the back of Demi’s hand tenderly. Demi moves even closer at the loving gesture, yearning for more love to be showered on her as her heart suffers from an absence.
Miley seems to guess what Demi needs by picking up on the sadness beneath her chocolate eyes. She leans up and kisses Demi’s forehead, lingering there for several moments, before gazing back down at Demi, who has closed her eyes at the sensation. When she opens her eyes again, Miley notices something different, and is intrigued. She inches closer to try and catch some light in Demi’s dark eyes, but Demi takes it as permission to do what has occurred to her countless times before, just to see what it would be like.
How would kissing Disney’s teen queen feel?
About as magical as living in the Mouse’s Kingdom, Demi decides.
Miley's lips pucker up immediately to receive Demi’s kiss, applying pressure but letting Demi handle the situation. Miley grips their hands tighter to her and brings them to her chest. Demi’s hand brushes Miley’s breast while she simultaneously deepens the kiss. Strangely enough, she thinks she can taste lemonade on Miley’s tongue.
Demi takes control and moves to settle on top of Miley, still hidden beneath the covers. Their hair is still wet from their showers and their hands tangle in the messy locks. That familiar sensation is growing inside of Demi, the feeling she gets whenever Selena brushes her lips over her pulse point and her fingers trail lightly down her lean oblique muscles. She also recognizes the nauseating feeling of guilt churning in her stomach. But she just feels so safe and loved and free in Miley’s embrace, the exuberant girl for once focusing all of her attention on her. She has been desperately missing that intimate glow she gets from Selena and her family back in the States, and Miley is just so convenient, so ready to give her love that she pushes away the guilt and revels in the feeling of Miley’s maroon colored nails scratching lightly through her t-shirt.
Miley shifts beneath her trying to adjust to Demi’s weight, and her hips lift up against Demi’s pelvis. Demi groans and moves so that Miley’s leg slips between her own. She starts to rock slowly and lightly, leading Miley to chase her lips as they pull away and push back. Demi’s pajama bottoms start a burning friction on Miley’s exposed thigh, and she lifts up unconsciously with every rock forward.
Demi stops herself from caressing Miley’s pert breasts through her camisole, and instead digs her fingers into the meat of Miley’s shoulders, keeping her close while hanging on desperately to her sanity. Miley’s hands are a little too free in roaming her back and sides, but Demi doesn’t want to stop and tell her so. Demi also doesn’t kiss Miley’s neck; she dips her head down and pants onto the pillow underneath Miley’s head, and moves away when Miley tries to subtly turn her head to kiss Demi’s cheek. So Miley focuses her lips on the heaving shoulder in front of her.
“Ooooh, Demi,” Miley’s southern drawl is thick and heavy, moving slow like honey over Demi’s senses, and her smooth hands are rubbing in all the right places, and Demi can’t help the cry that erupts from her throat. Suddenly Demi is clenching and she feels she might never relax, but then she does, and she feels exhausted. She stops her rocking and brings her heavy head up from the pillow. Her face displays shock, her mouth open and her eyes wide.
Miley’s face looks concerned, and Demi isn’t sure why until she feels the single tear run down her chin. She lets go of Miley’s shoulder and swipes her face, looking at the hand, as if to make sure. Miley is completely still beneath her - she knows what just happened, and knows that Demi is in a fragile state.
Demi shoots Miley one last look before she throws off the bed sheets and runs to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Miley hears her collapse bodily against the door, but she is too shocked to move, reliving the past few minutes in her head.
How did that happen.......? Why didn’t she stop it.......? .......Selena….
Miley’s heart hurts - the look in Demi’s eyes is burned into Miley’s mind. The look of betrayal - like she could never trust Miley again.
Miley gets up and jogs to the bathroom, sliding down the door sideways to sit on her knees, her hand trying to caress her friend through the door. She can hear sobs, and her heart aches.
“…. Demi… I don’t know what happened. I’m so, so sorry. Please, come out and we’ll fix this… we’ll fix us.”
Demi’s sobs are chocked back by a broken and rough scoff, “ ‘Ha! Fix how? How can this be fixed? You know what we just did….” Miley imagines Demi behind the door, gesturing with her hands, trying to speak the words that are in her mind, but she is too afraid to voice - to make it real.
“Demi, it was… it was an accident, it didn’t mean anything, it just happened.” Miley realizes that she is also too scared to verbalize what “it” is.
“All I want is to fix it. Please, come out and let’s talk, I don’t want this to come between us,” Miley smacks the door in anger, as if it’s the only barrier between them.
“I suppose you’re just used to getting everything your way. But this isn’t something that’s being served to you on a silver platter!”
Miley balks for a second, but refrains from lashing out indignantly. She’s a friend first, a bitch second.
Demi continues in a smaller, broken voice, “Everything is ruined. I’ve shattered yet another beautiful thing in my life. She’ll never forgive me… I wouldn’t forgive me… I’m trash.”
“Demi if you would just listen to me! Please, this was an accident. Selena loves you more than life itself! I’ve seen the love between you two - there is nothing stronger. This was a mistake, and it will never happen again!”
“How can you be sure?! I’ve already cheated once, who’s to say I can stop myself again? I have very minimal self control, apparently!”
“Shut the hell up, you emo bitch!" Miley takes a deep breath. "This was something… unexpected. And I know it won’t happen again because of the way you are so defeated right now. If you think about it logically, it’s like self-preservation: you’ll never cheat on Selena again because you’ll feel this all over again. I know this is killing you.”
Miley pauses, listening hard, waiting for a sound from her distraught friend. When she doesn’t get an answer, she continues, “Come out here. Let me hold you. We did this together; we’re both to blame. And we will both fix this. I won’t let you abandon your heart.”
It takes a few more minutes of patient waiting, but finally the door opens to reveal a disheveled, tear-stained girl. Miley stands up from the floor and pulls Demi forcefully into a hug. Demi collapses against her and breaks down again.
It takes a full hour for Miley to calm her down, and another half hour to convince her to call Selena, to share what happened, promise it will never happen again, and beg for forgiveness. Miley’s principle point is that Demi couldn’t possibly live with a secret like this, so the truth must come out.
Demi drinks a whole bottle of water and moves to stand in front of the hotel window, gazing out into the dark London night. She flips open her phone and selects Selena’s speed dial.
As it rings, she looks at Miley’s reflection in the window. The girl is sitting on the bed, a supportive smile on her face. Demi’s hope grows, just a fraction.
~to be continued~