Wanting. Selena/Demi Oneshot
Wanting
Author: Trainwreck_13
Fandom: RPF Disney
Pairing: Demi/Selena (obvv)
Rated: T coz it gets a lil intense compared to my other stories….
Summary: I came up with this when listening to Selena Gomez - Bang a Drum. “Demi was standing next to one of the three leather couches in the middle of the room, waiting for Selena, tempting her.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Disney or the song. I just came up with the storyline.
Selena stood next to the table that was being occupied by the Jonas Brothers. She wasn’t sure what this big celebrity party was in aid of, probably some charity that would never receive the money raised. Usually this would bother Selena but right now all she cared about was one thing, one girl. Her best friend and the love of her life, Demi Lovato, stood at the other side of the room. She was being interviewed by someone from the press. Selena hadn’t been able to get near her all night, it seemed like everyone was pulling them into conversations and interviews, trying to keep them apart. Nick Jonas tried to get Selena’s attention, no-one knew that she was going out with Demi and Nick saw her being alone as an opportunity to make his move.
“Hey Selena. Do you want to come sit with us? I mean, I noticed you’re here on your own and was just wondering if…” Nick was interrupted by Joe calling him over to where an interviewer from some gossip magazine waiting to talk to the boys. Nick looked apologetically at Selena, “Sorry, I’ve gotta…” He indicated towards his brothers, Selena nodded,
“It’s okay. Fame calls…” It was always the same when the Jonas Brothers were together, publicity before friends. Selena was secretly relieved, she always felt bad for turning Nick down without giving him a good reason. She looked back towards where Demi had been standing only to find that she was gone. Selena jumped as she felt a hand on her side. Demi didn’t say a word, she just winked at Selena, teasing her with her hands as she walked past and headed towards the dark VIP room. Selena hurried to follow, tripping over a chair as she did so. She was glad to note that everyone seemed too busy to notice her stumble.
The small VIP room was empty; all the party guests were in the main room. All except for the two teenage lovers. Demi was standing next to one of the three leather couches in the middle of the room, waiting for Selena, tempting her. Selena entered, making sure no-one was following but trying to avoid looking shifty.
“Hey…” Selena started to say before Demi grabbed her, their lips crashing together. Selena knew they shouldn’t be doing this, if they got caught then it could jeopardize their whole careers. She was sure that Demi knew it too but as the girls pulled each other closer, hands grabbing at shirts, trying desperately to achieve the contact that they both needed, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was them. Together. Selena had crazy butterflies in her stomach, becoming more pronounced with each moment. This is what she had been waiting for all night, even though she knew that it was a dangerous game they were playing. The moment was getting too much for Selena, the wanting was too strong. Before she knew exactly what she was doing, Selena fell back onto the nearest couch, pulling Demi on top of her and kissing her with more passion than Demi had felt in a long time. Demi smiled into the kiss before moving down to kiss along Selena’s neck and collar-bone. Selena felt her heart rate increasing and stifled a small moan; she wanted Demi more and more with each touch. Needed her.
Selena had almost forgotten where they were until the atmosphere was destroyed by the sound of the door being opened, threatening to expose the two girls. Demi was quick to respond, diving off of Selena to sit on the arm of the couch. A man in his late-twenties wearing a grey suit entered the room. Stalkerazzi. The man smiled at the girls, clearly faking it. Selena knew what he was looking for, he wanted some sort of scandal story to sell to the papers but he had no idea…
“Hi girls, I was told you came in here. Private best friend chat was it?” He smiled, pulling out a notepad and pen, “Do you mind if I do an interview?” He asked.
“Yes! Leave us alone.” Thought Selena.
“No, it’s fine.” She and Demi answered in unison. The interviewer grinned. Selena already had an idea of what he would ask, all the usual questions plus reference to them being alone. He was straight in,
“So what were you girls talking about then? Boys?”
“Yeah, sort of…” Demi answered. The interviewer sat down on the couch opposite Selena causing Demi to move herself in the seat nearest Selena, their hands just touching. The contact was enough to make Selena shudder, luckily not enough for it to be noticed other than by Demi who smirked slightly and grasped Selena’s hand, the room was too dark for the gesture to be seen.
“Okay. Well, speaking of boys… Do you girls have any boyfriends in mind? Selena I heard that there could be something between you and Nick Jonas, any clarification on that?” It was a question that everyone asked all the time, but there were only so many ways to say “no” and yet people still didn’t get it. Selena couldn’t think straight, she was all dizzy and distracted by how much she wanted Demi. It didn’t help that Demi’s hand had now moved from Selena’s and was slowly caressing the exposed skin on her lower back where her shirt didn’t quite meet her jeans. Grey-suit guy was still awaiting an answer. Selena composed her thoughts enough to respond.
“Nick and I are really good friends, nothing more. I’m not really looking for a boyfriend right now…” She grabbed Demi’s hand, stopping the action that was causing her extreme lack of concentration. She bought their hands, now interlocked, down into the small gap between the two of them. The interview continued with Demi answering most of the questions; Selena’s mind was still racing, trapped in her fantasies of what would happen when she and Demi finally got to be alone. Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens came into the room, clearly wanting to be alone. This caused the press guy to feel the need to end the interview. He had better people to talk to.
Demi and Selena stood up quickly and left the room, relieved to be free of grey-suit guy.
“Want to get out of here babe?” Demi asked. Selena hadn’t organized a ride and didn’t feel like having a night in alone (as her mom and stepdad were planning to be out all night).
“Yeah…My mom’s not home though so home’s not really appealing to me…” Demi gave Selena a half-smile (the kind that’s almost a smirk that Selena found extremely hott),
“My mom’s not in either, empty house… And who said I was planning on taking you home?” Selena raised an eyebrow inquisitively, Demi was teasing her. “Oh course Demi’s mom wouldn’t be home, Demi had her own house” Selena thought. Demi was looking at her questioningly, waiting.
“Okay Miss Lovato. Where to?” Demi grinned.
“My place?” She got close enough to whisper to Selena, “The bed’s been missing you…And the table…And the floor...” Demi winked at Selena and stuck her tongue out to the side. Selena’s eyes widened, the memory of the last time she had spent the night at Demi’s place flooded her mind. The feel of Demi’s soft skin, hot against her own. The taste of her lip-gloss, soon being replaced by the taste of the moisture on her skin. She remembered how it started, at the desk, sitting on the desk chair. And how it escalated. The feeling of the bed beneath her naked back as the passion took over the two girls. Selena snapped back into reality. She was feeling it again. The want. It was as strong now as on that night. Selena lightly touched the purity ring on her finger. Demi’s purity ring. Her own was now on the chain around Demi’s neck, swapped around. They had each waited for their true loves. Each other.
Demi was leading Selena out of the crowded party room, subtly placing a hand on her ass as they went through the door. Selena turned back before leaving, checking the paparazzi weren’t following. She caught sight of Nick Jonas, he looked her in the eyes as she left, slightly downcast. Selena would have felt sorry for him but right now all she could feel was Demi’s hand moving to take hers, the butterflies rising again and the wanting. The same wanting that she knew they would both succumb to as soon as they got to Demi’s house. The overwhelming emotional and physical need.
And nothing else mattered.
Author: Trainwreck_13
Fandom: RPF Disney
Pairing: Demi/Selena (obvv)
Rated: T coz it gets a lil intense compared to my other stories….
Summary: I came up with this when listening to Selena Gomez - Bang a Drum. “Demi was standing next to one of the three leather couches in the middle of the room, waiting for Selena, tempting her.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, Disney or the song. I just came up with the storyline.
Selena stood next to the table that was being occupied by the Jonas Brothers. She wasn’t sure what this big celebrity party was in aid of, probably some charity that would never receive the money raised. Usually this would bother Selena but right now all she cared about was one thing, one girl. Her best friend and the love of her life, Demi Lovato, stood at the other side of the room. She was being interviewed by someone from the press. Selena hadn’t been able to get near her all night, it seemed like everyone was pulling them into conversations and interviews, trying to keep them apart. Nick Jonas tried to get Selena’s attention, no-one knew that she was going out with Demi and Nick saw her being alone as an opportunity to make his move.
“Hey Selena. Do you want to come sit with us? I mean, I noticed you’re here on your own and was just wondering if…” Nick was interrupted by Joe calling him over to where an interviewer from some gossip magazine waiting to talk to the boys. Nick looked apologetically at Selena, “Sorry, I’ve gotta…” He indicated towards his brothers, Selena nodded,
“It’s okay. Fame calls…” It was always the same when the Jonas Brothers were together, publicity before friends. Selena was secretly relieved, she always felt bad for turning Nick down without giving him a good reason. She looked back towards where Demi had been standing only to find that she was gone. Selena jumped as she felt a hand on her side. Demi didn’t say a word, she just winked at Selena, teasing her with her hands as she walked past and headed towards the dark VIP room. Selena hurried to follow, tripping over a chair as she did so. She was glad to note that everyone seemed too busy to notice her stumble.
The small VIP room was empty; all the party guests were in the main room. All except for the two teenage lovers. Demi was standing next to one of the three leather couches in the middle of the room, waiting for Selena, tempting her. Selena entered, making sure no-one was following but trying to avoid looking shifty.
“Hey…” Selena started to say before Demi grabbed her, their lips crashing together. Selena knew they shouldn’t be doing this, if they got caught then it could jeopardize their whole careers. She was sure that Demi knew it too but as the girls pulled each other closer, hands grabbing at shirts, trying desperately to achieve the contact that they both needed, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was them. Together. Selena had crazy butterflies in her stomach, becoming more pronounced with each moment. This is what she had been waiting for all night, even though she knew that it was a dangerous game they were playing. The moment was getting too much for Selena, the wanting was too strong. Before she knew exactly what she was doing, Selena fell back onto the nearest couch, pulling Demi on top of her and kissing her with more passion than Demi had felt in a long time. Demi smiled into the kiss before moving down to kiss along Selena’s neck and collar-bone. Selena felt her heart rate increasing and stifled a small moan; she wanted Demi more and more with each touch. Needed her.
Selena had almost forgotten where they were until the atmosphere was destroyed by the sound of the door being opened, threatening to expose the two girls. Demi was quick to respond, diving off of Selena to sit on the arm of the couch. A man in his late-twenties wearing a grey suit entered the room. Stalkerazzi. The man smiled at the girls, clearly faking it. Selena knew what he was looking for, he wanted some sort of scandal story to sell to the papers but he had no idea…
“Hi girls, I was told you came in here. Private best friend chat was it?” He smiled, pulling out a notepad and pen, “Do you mind if I do an interview?” He asked.
“Yes! Leave us alone.” Thought Selena.
“No, it’s fine.” She and Demi answered in unison. The interviewer grinned. Selena already had an idea of what he would ask, all the usual questions plus reference to them being alone. He was straight in,
“So what were you girls talking about then? Boys?”
“Yeah, sort of…” Demi answered. The interviewer sat down on the couch opposite Selena causing Demi to move herself in the seat nearest Selena, their hands just touching. The contact was enough to make Selena shudder, luckily not enough for it to be noticed other than by Demi who smirked slightly and grasped Selena’s hand, the room was too dark for the gesture to be seen.
“Okay. Well, speaking of boys… Do you girls have any boyfriends in mind? Selena I heard that there could be something between you and Nick Jonas, any clarification on that?” It was a question that everyone asked all the time, but there were only so many ways to say “no” and yet people still didn’t get it. Selena couldn’t think straight, she was all dizzy and distracted by how much she wanted Demi. It didn’t help that Demi’s hand had now moved from Selena’s and was slowly caressing the exposed skin on her lower back where her shirt didn’t quite meet her jeans. Grey-suit guy was still awaiting an answer. Selena composed her thoughts enough to respond.
“Nick and I are really good friends, nothing more. I’m not really looking for a boyfriend right now…” She grabbed Demi’s hand, stopping the action that was causing her extreme lack of concentration. She bought their hands, now interlocked, down into the small gap between the two of them. The interview continued with Demi answering most of the questions; Selena’s mind was still racing, trapped in her fantasies of what would happen when she and Demi finally got to be alone. Zac Efron and Vanessa Hudgens came into the room, clearly wanting to be alone. This caused the press guy to feel the need to end the interview. He had better people to talk to.
Demi and Selena stood up quickly and left the room, relieved to be free of grey-suit guy.
“Want to get out of here babe?” Demi asked. Selena hadn’t organized a ride and didn’t feel like having a night in alone (as her mom and stepdad were planning to be out all night).
“Yeah…My mom’s not home though so home’s not really appealing to me…” Demi gave Selena a half-smile (the kind that’s almost a smirk that Selena found extremely hott),
“My mom’s not in either, empty house… And who said I was planning on taking you home?” Selena raised an eyebrow inquisitively, Demi was teasing her. “Oh course Demi’s mom wouldn’t be home, Demi had her own house” Selena thought. Demi was looking at her questioningly, waiting.
“Okay Miss Lovato. Where to?” Demi grinned.
“My place?” She got close enough to whisper to Selena, “The bed’s been missing you…And the table…And the floor...” Demi winked at Selena and stuck her tongue out to the side. Selena’s eyes widened, the memory of the last time she had spent the night at Demi’s place flooded her mind. The feel of Demi’s soft skin, hot against her own. The taste of her lip-gloss, soon being replaced by the taste of the moisture on her skin. She remembered how it started, at the desk, sitting on the desk chair. And how it escalated. The feeling of the bed beneath her naked back as the passion took over the two girls. Selena snapped back into reality. She was feeling it again. The want. It was as strong now as on that night. Selena lightly touched the purity ring on her finger. Demi’s purity ring. Her own was now on the chain around Demi’s neck, swapped around. They had each waited for their true loves. Each other.
Demi was leading Selena out of the crowded party room, subtly placing a hand on her ass as they went through the door. Selena turned back before leaving, checking the paparazzi weren’t following. She caught sight of Nick Jonas, he looked her in the eyes as she left, slightly downcast. Selena would have felt sorry for him but right now all she could feel was Demi’s hand moving to take hers, the butterflies rising again and the wanting. The same wanting that she knew they would both succumb to as soon as they got to Demi’s house. The overwhelming emotional and physical need.
And nothing else mattered.