Because I fear I may lose track and forget about things
"Away from the cold"
Demi/Miley
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.
A real quick drabble, first posted at demi_miley. Inspired by this piece of gay-ass history:
This is dedicated to my second wife (now my ONLY wife) iFanciful because i ignored her prompt for this story:
"YES THAT'S TOTALLY WHO SNUGGLES IS. THEY PROBABLY WATCH TRUE HOLLYWOOD
STORY ABOUT SNUGGLES THE BEAR AND HIS DOWNWARD DESCENT INTO A FULL-BLOWN
ADDICTION TO CRACK. THEN THEY ALL WEEP AND RITUALISTICALLY BURN DRYER
SHEETS AND WIPE THE TEARS (HE CRIES LAUNDRY DETERGENT) FROM HIS BUTTON
EYEBALLS WITH THE DRYER SHEETS WHILE THEY'RE STILL ON FIRE AND IT TURNS
INTO SOME SERIOUSLY KINKY SEX.
I'D BET MILEY'D HAVE A SUNGGLES BEAR SOMEWHERE IN HER HUGE ASS
MANSION.
for some reason I thought you were going to stop the sentence at ass....."
I couldn't possibly steal her thunder for that amzing plot, so here's what I came up with instead::::
Something was definitely wrong with Demi's A/C. It was too humid to just turn it off but there was no way the frigid temperature could be considered comfortable. The two girls resigned to their predicament and tried to make the best of it.
Settling down on Demi's bed with popcorn on the nightstand and Bella sleeping at their feet, Miley wrapped herself and Demi tightly up in a huge comforter, careful to tuck in any holes where cold air could seep in. The television was tuned to some old classic movie shown during the day. The girls didn't really care, they'd end up talking gossip throughout it anyway.
Demi leaned back into Miley's embrace beneath the comforter. MIley sneaked her leg around the other girl's waist so that Demi could fall more deeply into Miley's lap. They enjoyed a comfortable silence for several moments, listening to the lilting way old-timey movie characters spoke.
After a particularly gasping line from a young damsel-in-distress type character, the girls began a game of Voice-Off - seeing who could produce the best impersonation of the melodramatic woman in the movie. They pitched their voices several octaves higher and placed their hands to their chests and waved exaggeratedly out into space as they recited lines like, "Oh, mah dear Mista Winter, I do believe you are flirtin with me! It's a dangerous thing you're doing!" and "Oh, be still my beating heart, for I have never before in mah life seen a more majestic creature than yourself, Mista Harding!"
Giggles filled the room as the worries and pressures of being "teen queens" left. MIley felt so relaxed and happy and giddy around Demi at times like these, that she finally gave in to her impulses and kissed her cheek after Demi made a very melodramatic and adorable interpretation of the scene that had just taken place. Demi's giggles slowed down but kept coming as she turned her head to give Miley a small smile.
Miley's eyes drifted down to her lips, and once she realized what the action meant, what the underlying urge she was feeling was, she licked her lips and looked down at the comforter, suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. Demi was disappointed with this response. She kissed her cheek to get her attention back. Miley's smile was gone, and Demi didn't like it.
Demi reached her hand over to rest on Miley's forearm, licked her lips just as Miley did and quickly moved to place them on MIley's mouth. It was just pressure and closed eyes, nothing scary, nothing out-of-bounds. Demi pulled back and smiled reassuringly at Miley, and turned to watch the movie again. They drifted back into the movie, with Miley's hands coming to rest lightly on Demi's stomach, drawing circles there. Demi's hands focused on a similar motion on Miley's cradling thighs.
The sleepover that night was different, more intimate than the ones before. But nestled together underneath the covers, hiding away from the world and the cold, Demi's lips were the best thing that Miley could have ever hoped for, the perfect cure-all.
~and I'm done.
Demi/Miley
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.
A real quick drabble, first posted at demi_miley. Inspired by this piece of gay-ass history:
This is dedicated to my second wife (now my ONLY wife) iFanciful because i ignored her prompt for this story:
"YES THAT'S TOTALLY WHO SNUGGLES IS. THEY PROBABLY WATCH TRUE HOLLYWOOD
STORY ABOUT SNUGGLES THE BEAR AND HIS DOWNWARD DESCENT INTO A FULL-BLOWN
ADDICTION TO CRACK. THEN THEY ALL WEEP AND RITUALISTICALLY BURN DRYER
SHEETS AND WIPE THE TEARS (HE CRIES LAUNDRY DETERGENT) FROM HIS BUTTON
EYEBALLS WITH THE DRYER SHEETS WHILE THEY'RE STILL ON FIRE AND IT TURNS
INTO SOME SERIOUSLY KINKY SEX.
I'D BET MILEY'D HAVE A SUNGGLES BEAR SOMEWHERE IN HER HUGE ASS
MANSION.
for some reason I thought you were going to stop the sentence at ass....."
I couldn't possibly steal her thunder for that amzing plot, so here's what I came up with instead::::
Something was definitely wrong with Demi's A/C. It was too humid to just turn it off but there was no way the frigid temperature could be considered comfortable. The two girls resigned to their predicament and tried to make the best of it.
Settling down on Demi's bed with popcorn on the nightstand and Bella sleeping at their feet, Miley wrapped herself and Demi tightly up in a huge comforter, careful to tuck in any holes where cold air could seep in. The television was tuned to some old classic movie shown during the day. The girls didn't really care, they'd end up talking gossip throughout it anyway.
Demi leaned back into Miley's embrace beneath the comforter. MIley sneaked her leg around the other girl's waist so that Demi could fall more deeply into Miley's lap. They enjoyed a comfortable silence for several moments, listening to the lilting way old-timey movie characters spoke.
After a particularly gasping line from a young damsel-in-distress type character, the girls began a game of Voice-Off - seeing who could produce the best impersonation of the melodramatic woman in the movie. They pitched their voices several octaves higher and placed their hands to their chests and waved exaggeratedly out into space as they recited lines like, "Oh, mah dear Mista Winter, I do believe you are flirtin with me! It's a dangerous thing you're doing!" and "Oh, be still my beating heart, for I have never before in mah life seen a more majestic creature than yourself, Mista Harding!"
Giggles filled the room as the worries and pressures of being "teen queens" left. MIley felt so relaxed and happy and giddy around Demi at times like these, that she finally gave in to her impulses and kissed her cheek after Demi made a very melodramatic and adorable interpretation of the scene that had just taken place. Demi's giggles slowed down but kept coming as she turned her head to give Miley a small smile.
Miley's eyes drifted down to her lips, and once she realized what the action meant, what the underlying urge she was feeling was, she licked her lips and looked down at the comforter, suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. Demi was disappointed with this response. She kissed her cheek to get her attention back. Miley's smile was gone, and Demi didn't like it.
Demi reached her hand over to rest on Miley's forearm, licked her lips just as Miley did and quickly moved to place them on MIley's mouth. It was just pressure and closed eyes, nothing scary, nothing out-of-bounds. Demi pulled back and smiled reassuringly at Miley, and turned to watch the movie again. They drifted back into the movie, with Miley's hands coming to rest lightly on Demi's stomach, drawing circles there. Demi's hands focused on a similar motion on Miley's cradling thighs.
The sleepover that night was different, more intimate than the ones before. But nestled together underneath the covers, hiding away from the world and the cold, Demi's lips were the best thing that Miley could have ever hoped for, the perfect cure-all.
~and I'm done.