FIC; Forever
Demilena
PG
=D
"Dude, we are sixteen. We can't get tattoos without a parent!" Selena said, grabbing Demi's arm, trying to pull her away from the door to the seedy looking parlor.
"Chill." Demi's voice was even as they entered, and Selena took note that on the inside, it was rather nice looking. She tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach as Demi stepped away from her and wrapped her arms around the guy who had just entered the main room. "Hey Micah," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Your friend looks a little pale.." he said, his voice filled with the laughter he was holding back.
"Yeah, well, she seems to think that we are walking into a random tattoo parlor where someone won't tattoo us."
"Look, I know neither of you have your parents permission, but, when you explained to me your little idea, I couldn't say no to you. I can never say no to you," he said, his arm still wrapped around Demi's shoulders.
"What little idea?" Selena asked, thinking that as she said the words, her face continued to pale even more.
"You'll see when we are done.. come on," Demi said, walking over to her and kissing her. "It's my little Valentine's Day gift to you.."
Selena followed the two of them into one of the rooms, feeling a sense of shock as Demi's hands found the zipper on her jeans. "Woah!" she yelled, jumping back.
"Lena, chill. I just need to get the waistband of them down a little bit, okay?" she asked, her hands lightly resting on her girlfriends hips. "You trust me, right?"
Selena nodded.
"Good," she whispered. She watched Selena carefully as the sixteen year old let her move the waistband of the jeans down just enough to show her hip. "Now lie down, and hold onto my hand," she said, not breaking eye contact.
"This may hurt a little bit, seeing as it is so close to a bone, but the pain won't last long, I promise," Micah said, setting up the needle and other equipment with a quickness and ease of someone who has spent years tattooing.
Selena took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wincing and squeezing Demi's hand tightly as the needle began its work. It seemed like only moments later that she was staring at her hip in the mirror while Demi was recieving her own tattoo. A smile slowly spread its way across her face as she took in the black ink.
The small little hollow heart with a fancy D in the center. She looked over her shoulder to where Demi was smiling at her. Her gaze then went to the same spot on Demi's hip, where there was now a little hollow heart with a fancy S in it. As Micah left the small room, Demi wrapped her arms around Selena's shoulders. "Forever?"
"Forever," Selena whispered.
PG
=D
"Dude, we are sixteen. We can't get tattoos without a parent!" Selena said, grabbing Demi's arm, trying to pull her away from the door to the seedy looking parlor.
"Chill." Demi's voice was even as they entered, and Selena took note that on the inside, it was rather nice looking. She tried to ignore the feeling in her stomach as Demi stepped away from her and wrapped her arms around the guy who had just entered the main room. "Hey Micah," she said, kissing his cheek.
"Your friend looks a little pale.." he said, his voice filled with the laughter he was holding back.
"Yeah, well, she seems to think that we are walking into a random tattoo parlor where someone won't tattoo us."
"Look, I know neither of you have your parents permission, but, when you explained to me your little idea, I couldn't say no to you. I can never say no to you," he said, his arm still wrapped around Demi's shoulders.
"What little idea?" Selena asked, thinking that as she said the words, her face continued to pale even more.
"You'll see when we are done.. come on," Demi said, walking over to her and kissing her. "It's my little Valentine's Day gift to you.."
Selena followed the two of them into one of the rooms, feeling a sense of shock as Demi's hands found the zipper on her jeans. "Woah!" she yelled, jumping back.
"Lena, chill. I just need to get the waistband of them down a little bit, okay?" she asked, her hands lightly resting on her girlfriends hips. "You trust me, right?"
Selena nodded.
"Good," she whispered. She watched Selena carefully as the sixteen year old let her move the waistband of the jeans down just enough to show her hip. "Now lie down, and hold onto my hand," she said, not breaking eye contact.
"This may hurt a little bit, seeing as it is so close to a bone, but the pain won't last long, I promise," Micah said, setting up the needle and other equipment with a quickness and ease of someone who has spent years tattooing.
Selena took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wincing and squeezing Demi's hand tightly as the needle began its work. It seemed like only moments later that she was staring at her hip in the mirror while Demi was recieving her own tattoo. A smile slowly spread its way across her face as she took in the black ink.
The small little hollow heart with a fancy D in the center. She looked over her shoulder to where Demi was smiling at her. Her gaze then went to the same spot on Demi's hip, where there was now a little hollow heart with a fancy S in it. As Micah left the small room, Demi wrapped her arms around Selena's shoulders. "Forever?"
"Forever," Selena whispered.