A Morning With You - Joe/Demi
My fic for the 200th Clumsy Cuddlers thread - I love these two and you girls.
Thanks to Han who edited, summarised and titled for me :)
"Urghh Joe, stop distracting me, unlike you I actually have things to do today," Demi whined as she was pinned to the bed by a certain curly haired, klutzy rock star who went by the name of Joe Jonas.
They were currently curled up in bed, after a night of them just blocking off the outside world with all the commitments and drama it brings, and instead enjoying what they had in each other.
"Are you trying to imply I’m lazy Demetria?” Joe asked grinning, “I thought after last night you would call me a lot of things - gorgeous, sexy, amazing, maybe even be lost for words, but being lazy wasn’t one of them. Do I need to refresh your memory?” he said with a smirk on his face as she blushed.
“God, I don’t need to give you compliments, your head's big enough as it is,” she said laughing as Joe was in shock. She used this moment to her advantage, grabbing one of the covers and jumping out of bed, going over to her dresser.
Joe quickly snapped out of his shock, “Demiiiiiiiii, come back to bed”.
She stuck her tongue out and responded; “My dad will be back soon.”
“Yeah, awesome of them to let us have the house, I was kind of shocked they did, have to admit,” he replied.
“They don’t know, stupid. Like they’d let you stay knowing it was only the two of us. Mom and Dad are with Madison at DH, and technically Dallas is supposed to be here,” Demi said.
“Ooooh did you lie?” he said in a childish voice.
“Are you really complaining right now?” she bitched back.
“Dem, just come back to bed, just for a little bit - we can sleep and make-out...”
“Now, as much fun as that would be," Joe’s eyes widened, “I’ll have to say no to that; I have to get ready for rehearsals and my Dad will be back soon.”
Joe smirked and his eyes glinted. “Hmm, I know how easy will it be to change your mind," he said, letting the sheet drop to his waist.
Demi’s eyes widened as she took in his sculpted torso, knowing full well how much he could affect her, as she clutched the dresser to stop herself going over to him.
She said the one thing she knew would buy her time as it was always an issue for Joe: ”Yeah well it’s not up to me, but hey if you think my dad will be okay with walking in on a horny rockstar in bed with his seventeen year old daughter, then you carry on seducing me.”
She winced as Joe shut his eyes and gritted his teeth at her words. It broke her heart but she already knew it was going to be hard enough letting him go to carry on touring, but if she made love with him one more time she’d break.
She quickly starting going through her drawers, pulling out clothes to wear to rehearsal, when she heard Joe sigh behind her. She turned automatically, she hated seeing her Joe in pain.
Yeah that’s right, her Joe - and the stupid teenies can get over it. He gave her his heart long before he realised, and she would never let it go.
“Demetria Devonne Lovato, always the voice of reason,” Joe said, still lying there, eyes closed.
Demi couldn’t help but stare, the boy was stunning and she’ll forever thank the Lord that his feelings were the same as hers. How she deserved him she had no idea, but she was glad someone out there sent her to him, as a friend, then a lover.
When the day comes again and he meets someone, crushes on them and totally has to date them, when he leaves her for a while again - as all the guys in her life end up doing - she won’t fight it. She’ll take on the best friend position again, as she has before. Because no matter how much it hurts her, as long as Joe is happy, she is too.
Without opening his eyes, he held his arms out to her and said “whatever you are thinking, stop it. It’s bound to be stupid lies.”
She sighed as she fell into his arms, and they automatically tightened around her. “What you thinking about, handsome?” Demi mumbled into his chest.
“Hmm what thought do you want? 'My girlfriend is insanely hot'. 'My girlfriend shouldn’t blame me for wanting her when she looks the way she does'. 'My girlfriend shouldn’t be so amazingly talented because if she wasn’t she could stay in bed with me all day'. 'My girlfriend' ...”
Demi interrupted with a laugh. “Okay, are any of your thoughts not about me?”
Joe smiled. “Let me think, mmm no that one definitely has you in it... Damn girl, your legs are hot especially wrapped around ...”
“Joseph, you are not having sex-thoughts about me whilst we are having a conversation,” Demi scowled at him. It was only her eyes sparkling that made him realise she wasn’t actually mad at him.
“Babe, it’s kind of your fault, you asked me what I was thinking, and ...”
“Wait! So it’s my fault now, that you’re a pervert?” Demi said climbing out of bed again wrapping a blanket around her, biting her lip so she didn’t laugh.
She started picking up the clothes she had dropped, slung them over a chair as she started looking through her jewellery and make-up trying to decide what to wear.
“I don’t see how it’s my fault you’re hot, and beautiful, and well yeah, Demiiiiiii stop ignoring me,” Joe whined.
She could practically hear the pout in his voice, as he tried to get her attention.
“JOESPH!” Demi squealed, as her blanket was tugged from her body. Joe just smirked, clutching the blanket that was covering Demi’s body to his chest.
Demi stood there just in her simple black underwear, scowling at Joe, turning on her death glare as Madison called it.
“Neh-neh, it’s mine now, you want it you’ll have to come get it,” Joe sang, “or you could just stay like that, it’s not I haven’t seen it before.” He winked at her before singing some more.
“Dear Lord, please shoot me now,” Demi begged, ignoring Joe and turned so he couldn’t see her.
“Dear Lord, please don’t and seeing as I’m your favourite, I’ll win right?” Joe prayed in a childish tone, sticking his tongue out at Demi before saying, “Dems, you do realise you are standing in front of a mirror so I can still see you, right?”
Demi scowled before saying in a harsh tone, “I know that dickhead.” She pulled on his shirt which fell down to her knees. “Are you going to get out of my bed any time soon?”
“Nope I is staying right here forever,” he responded in a baby voice, pouting.
She smiled before saying in a softer tone “Yeah well I don’t think either set of parents or your fans would happy with that.”
He grinned, happy she was no longer mad at him. “But you do know, if you asked me to stay, like you honestly needed me to not go, you know I would right?” His mood quickly turned serious, wanting her to realise that he meant it.
Demi blinked back tears before she spoke, no louder than a whisper, “and you know, if I could come with you and perform with you guys I would.” She sat on the end of the bed.
Joe put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to meet his, “I’d rather you go as my girlfriend.”
Demi’s eyes widened and opened her mouth but Joe continued to speak, “Maybe when I get back, after Christmas break, we could, um, maybe think about going public, but like only if you, uh, want to though,” he stumbled over his words.
She leaned forward to capture his lips softly. “I think I’d like that.”
Joe’s eyes lit up as he gave as massive grin. “Good, and once everyone knows you’re mine, life will be so much easier!” He let out a chuckle. “And I guess if everyone knows you’re mine properly, no hidden crap and no dating others, and when people won't try to deny this,” he motioned between him and Demi in his lap, “life will be perfect. Just me and you”.
Joe panicked as a tear slid down Demi’s face. “Aw baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
Demi smiled, he definitely had a way with words, and he definitely knew what to say to her.
“I love you, you know that?” she asked, wiping away her tears.
He chuckled, smirking. "Well most people do, but I love you too beautiful”, he said, before kissing her forehead.
She wrapped her arms around him, burying her head in the crook of his neck as he leant against her headboard, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her in his lap.
It was times like this Demi loved. They had their playful moments, they bickered like you wouldn’t believe, they were each other’s best friend, lovers and other half, they fit together in every aspect and as much as they tried to ignore the serious aspects, they both knew no-one would understand and know them as well as they do each other.
“Heyyyy, Joe put me down," Demi squealed a minute later, as Joe picked her up bridal style and stood up.
“What? We need to get ready, we wouldn’t want you to be late for rehearsal now would we?” Joe said with a smirk.
She realised Joe had a plan, she could see his eyes glint, and she started wriggling, trying to get out of his grip. He just laughed and started walking towards the bathroom.
Maybe Demi should have probably realised his plan before she did, but you try being carried by a half-naked rockstar, who totally wants to sleep with you. Yeah you can totally pay attention.
Not.
“Shit/Fuck, Joe what the hell!” Demi screeched as Joe put her down in the shower and turned the water on.
Joe just rolled his eyes and walked back to her bedroom. She could hear his voice as he made a phonecall to get a limo to pick him up.
Tears welled in her eyes when she realised he would have to go soon. She knew he did but saying goodbye was always hard. And she picked the lifestyle which made her have to say goodbye a lot.
She took off his shirt and leaned out of the shower to hang it on her towel rack - no point in getting it more wet. She quickly stripped her underwear off and threw it on the floor before stepping under the now warm water.
“If I knew it would get you naked that quickly, I would have done it earlier,” Joe said huskily, leaning against her bathroom doorframe, just in his boxers, arms crossed with a smirk on his face.
Demi turned so her back was to him and tipped her hair back to get it wet. “Are you coming in or what?” she asked, turning to look at him over her shoulder.
He looked torn between getting ready so he could leave or joining her.
“Joe, please,” she said, voice husky and with pouty lips, knowing fully well with her voice, plus pout, plus her in a shower would end up with Joe joining her.
She was proved right when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. “You are such a tease,” he muttered before biting her neck.
“Joseph Jonas, you better think again! You are not giving me a hickey, got it?” Demi warned him.
“Oh so it’s full names now, Demetria. And what will my punishment be if I don’t listen to you?” Joe responded, raising an eyebrow.
“No sex for a month,” Demi said with a smirk in place.
“I hate to ruin your plan, but you do realise you aren’t going to see me for the next month so we couldn’t really have sex anyway, right?” he asked, grinning at her.
“Well you know, seeing as you’re leaving me, maybe Dirk will wanna hang out?” Joe scowled. “Or maybe Trace...” His scowl deepened.
“Okay, warning heard loud and clear, no biting I got it,” he sulked.
“Babe, I’m sorry but you know how it would look if I was walking around with a massive hickey. Rumours would start and it’s bad enough I won’t get to see you let alone adding all the drama it would bring.” She turned to kiss him but didn’t get a response. “We’re not even supposed to be together, remember?” she spat out, her tone bitter.
“January, babe, when I'm back in January, it will all be okay in January, yeah?” Joe said apologetic from his sulk.
“Uh-huh... Suddenly it’s seems a long way 'til then,” Demi sighed, trying not to get upset.
“I know gorgeous, I know, but that’s the way it is for now.”
Joe hated seeing her upset, especially when he knew he couldn’t change it. If it was just him and her, he would. But it’s not; he had to think about his family, his brothers especially. They all love Demi but no one’s sure how the fans and press will react to the relationship. It’s a hard relationship anyway with the distance and schedules, and they both know it’ll be worse when the press know.
But it’s times like this with Demi upset, that he would give anything to make it better and just be together.
“Turn around baby,” he instructed softly. She looked up at him questioning, unshed tears in her eyes. “Trust me.” He kissed her forehead.
She slowly turned away from him as he’d asked of her, because honestly she always would.
He tugged on a strand of her hair making her tip her head back before he ran his hands through it. “God, I love your hair,” Joe mumbled, mainly to himself but loud enough so she could hear it.
She smiled at him and whispered; “I love your curls, but...” he nodded at her to carry on speaking as he reached for the shampoo bottle. “I love your curls but I just miss your old hair too.” Joe laughed.
“Right, so I start leaving my hair curly, letting it grow and not straightening because that how you liked it, now you want my other hair.” He smirked at her before dropping a kiss on her nose. “Typical female, always changing their minds,” he said chuckling to himself.
He started massaging the shampoo into her hair. Demi let out a sigh, as she shut her eyes, resting against him and let him wash her hair as a comfortable silence fell upon them.
As Joe was washing out the last of her conditioner, his phone beeped.
“Oh shit, that’s our 15 minute warning.” He stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before holding out a towel for her.
She took it, wrapping it around herself before she starting walking back into her bedroom. She heard the front door bang.
“Sweetie are you almost ready to go? We have to leave in the next 10 minutes or so,” her step-father Eddie called up to her.
“Yeah Daddy, getting ready now”. She turned to Joe, who was biting his lip trying not to laugh. “What?” she asked, going to grab a pair of jeans out of the wardrobe.
“Sweetie? Daddy?” Joe said laughing but opening his arms for a hug. She slapped his arm lightly before hugging him. He squeezed her tight. ”Dem, We have seriously got to get ready” Joe said breaking the silence.
“I know, you go that side of the bed and I’ll go this side,” Demi said forcing her face into a smile. She started picking her clothes up of the floor to dump in her wash basket, as Joe went over to ‘his’ drawer and pulled out the clothes he wanted.
“God, Joe not again” Demi said, kind of pissed off. He looked up to see her holding her bra that he had ripped. “I liked that one,” Demi whined.
“Uuuh, oooops?” Joe said with a huge grin on his face. She stuck her tongue out at him before throwing the now useless bra at him. “Why thank you,” he said putting it in the back pocket of the jeans he was pulling up.
“What do you want it for... Actually I don’t want to know.”
He smirked at her before his eyes widened as she dropped her towel to start getting dressed.
They both silently got dressed knowing the worse bit was about to come. As Demi sat on the edge of her bed, now dressed, towel in one hand brush in the other Joe spoke; “We need to get Miley to change her name back to Destiny,” he stated as he took the towel out of her hair and starting drying her hair.
She looked at him puzzled knowing there was a method behind Joe’s madness.
“Ehh and people say I’m dumb,” he said, sticking his tongue out at her before carrying on. “Right listen carefully: Dad has Mom - aka Denise, Kevin has Danielle, I have you - aka Demi, so Nick needs Miley aka Destiny.”
She leaned up to kiss him softly. “And everyone says Kevin’s the romantic... I love you.”
Joe winked at her before saying, “Or you know, Nick could just have Elvis aka Dog.” He started laughing so hard tears came out of his eyes.
She smiled at the sight as she removed herself from his grip and went and sat at her dresser, pulling her make-up out.
“Dem,” she turned at his call, “not today please.” He motioned to her make-up. She nodded and put it away, running a comb through her hair.
“I guess this is goodbye,” she said softly, walking over to Joe, stopping right in front of him.
“Nope this is a 'I’ll see ya later', never goodbye with me and you.” She smiled at his words before his mouth covered hers and his tongue explored her mouth.
No matter how many times he kissed her or what type of kiss, he always managed to get this breathless reaction of her and she hoped, no - knew, it wouldn’t change.
He pulled back smiling before picking up his phone and grabbing a water bottle of her side. “I’ll call you later okay?” she smiled and nodded. “You better be good and not get in to trouble and not get hurt and not meet anyone else and...”
She silenced him with another kiss. “Joe, shut up I’ll be fine okay?”
“You promise?” he asked, and she saw the pain in his eyes because he knew he had to go.
“I promise,” she responded.
“Nope say it."
“Jooe,” she moaned before stopping herself when she realised he needed to hear her say it. “I’ll stay safe, I’ll try not to get hurt, I’ll be somewhat good and I definitely won’t meet anyone else."
As she finished his face broke into a grin, before he tugged her forward. “Good and you know all those things I promise too. And even though this is only an I’ll see you later, I’m going to miss you and I love you okay?” he said, his voice muffled by her hair.
She blinked back tears and pulled back. “God, I’m going to miss you."
He smiled at her before picking her handbag up of the floor. She threw her phone, iPod, lip-gloss and picks in it. God knows what other crap was in there.
“Come on,” he tugged her hand.
They stopped at the top of the stairs. “Call me tonight, have fun even though it’ll be hard 'cos I’m not there,” Demi said lightening the sombre mood that both of them could feel. “Love you."
He kissed her forehead "Me too,” before he started walking down the stairs leaving her at the top to give him time to leave.
“Joe!!” He turned. “Forever and always, right?” she called holding back her laugh.
“Go on laugh it up Lovato. But yeah forever and always, and I actually mean it this time." He smirked before jumping the last couple of steps. He checked his phone making sure the limo was there before looking up to her. "Check the gossip sites later or tomorrow, okay?” he said winking at her, but before she could respond his attention was directed elsewhere. “See you soon Mr Delagarza! Thanks for letting me stay!” Joe called before walking out of the door.
Demi’s step-father walked out of the living room and looked up at Demi stood sheepishly at the top of the stairs. He shook his head “I don’t want to know.”
She blushed and grabbed her bag, as her step-father grabbed her guitar and tour stuff to follow her out of the door. As they left, Demi saw all the press outside. She paled and on the inside she was screaming.
Had they seen Joe left her house? What the hell were people going to think? God she hated the press at times, so with a scowl on her face she made her way to the car.
Once she was inside, she saw a text from Nick.
“MC D Love, the stalkerazzi have pictures of Joe leaving your ‘sleepover’, looking like the cat that got the cream. Take it was a good night, Dad says just to say no comment, until you and Joe decided if you wanna confirm/deny. Thanks for making him happy Dem. I’ll see you soon. Love you NJ x”
Nick’s text made her smile; an awesome part of Joe was having his amazing family who support them as a couple and who really love her too.
4 Hours Later!
Demi was so tired but surprisingly happy. She’d missed her band when she was in Canada and she loved rehearsing with them. She and Emily painted their nails in between songs (black obviously), Mike choked after Drew bet he could fit some stupid amount of guitar picks in his mouth.
He couldn’t.
She couldn’t wait for the Concert for Hope and was just thinking of what to wear when her phone went off with a text. Miley.
“Can’t wait for sunday dragon!! Call me later with the gossip from last night yeah? Gotta say I love Joe’s new hair. <3 x x x”
Joe’s new hair? What?
Remembering what he told her to do, she pulled up the internet on her phone and went to OceanUp, scrolling down until she saw a Joe Jonas post. She clicked on it and smiled.
He’d had his hair cut and it wasn’t curly.
The things that boy would do for her, and she loved him for it.
She sent him a quick text telling him she loved the new hair, and to call her later before going back to the browser and scrolled down until she saw the post she’d been looking for - Joe leaving her house that morning. He looked really happy; pleased with his stunt he pulled with her Dad.
As she was called back to sound-check, she thought to herself that he had hypnotized her and she would definitely be smiling in her sleep.
The End.