Dinner Date Escape *lame title iz lame* NC-17
Title: Dinner Date Escape
Pairing: ~Lovez~ Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2385
Prompt: "eyesex! maybe during their double date with miley and justin gaston XD"
Found on page 14 at tweendom_anon.
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, borrowing two people's personas based on my view of them. This is not intended for profit, nor does it mean to offend or slander.
Note Hey, we_all_fall!!! Remember that one time we were talking about swanky restaurants in LA where Demi and Sel could have sexy fun times in the bathroom?
Well, here it is, your dedication fic for providing me with pictures and descriptions of cabanas. Thanks for waiting so long for this.
exhibit #928796782829392 and 2: lustful gaze
Watching Demi slip on her short black dress that sweeps across her tan and toned thighs, Selena feels her anger once again bubble up.
She is secretly pissed that Miley called Demi for a dinner double date. Because she hasn’t seen her girlfriend all day and just wants sex and a cuddle. And seeing Demi in that dress just serves to remind her how much she wants it off.
But Demi insists - “Just because we hooked up a 2 weeks ago doesn’t give us license to become sex-crazed hermits who can just hide away from the world.”
“What if that’s what I want out of this relationship?” Selena’s eyes narrow and her hands land on her hips.
Demi smiles smugly and plants a kiss on her lips as she comes up to the mirror Selena is standing in front of. “Who says I don’t want that? Regardless, we’ve got appearances to keep up. We can have sexy times when we get back home, okay?”
She’s adjusting her earrings in the mirror and so misses the lust that flashes over Selena’s eyes, and her slight pout. “Fine. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Exactly - to make up for your naughty behavior last night,” Demi’s voice is low.
“Hey, you better stop joking like that or I won’t be held responsible for my actions in front of our dinner guests.”
Their banter is interrupted by Demi’s ringing phone.
“GURL WE R HEA. GET YO BUTT OUTSIDE NAO!” The text reads.
They head out the door soon after, Miley already out of the car waiting to envelope the two in tight hugs. Justin is resting against the side of the car and pulls open the doors for the girls.
“Ok, so this place we’re going to is the ‘O-Bar’ in West Hollywood. It’s kinda fancy, but apparently they have separate booths called ‘cabanas’, and I most definitely want to tweet that I’m eating inside a cabana,” Miley shares excitedly from the front seat.
“Miley, is that the sole reason you picked the place? Because I’d really like it if we could actually eat whatever fancy creations they might have over there,” Selena asks Miley in jest.
“Hey, you know that’s how I roll - but actually Mandy said the food was good, so I trust the cabana won’t be the only exciting thing we enjoy tonight.”
Demi’s hand rests on Selena’s thigh, and Selena can’t help but indulge in the thrill that the word “exciting” sends through her body. She shakes her head minutely at her situation - once again she’s been cock-blocked by the effervescent Miley Cyrus.
Demi notices, however, and dips her head down to capture Selena’s eyes as she grips tighter to her leg. Please, just for a couple hours, indulge me. she silently implores.
Selena gives her a small smile in agreement. She puts on a charade and pretends she’s really interested in Justin’s story about how he spent his whole day in undies in front of a camera.
They pull up a ways from the restaurant and Justin lets the girls out so he can find parking. Demi links her arm with Selena’s just as Miley cuddles up close and does the same. Selena remarks that it’s odd there’s no paparazzi outside the restaurant since it seems like a celebrity spot, when from around the corner behind them the calls of “Hey girls, turn this way!” cause the three to do the exact opposite and quicken their pace to the doors.
Selena is admittedly impressed by the cool and trendy atmosphere of the interior, her eyes sweeping over the other patrons and the kitschy art and installations framing the walls.
When Justin joins them the waitress guides them to Miley’s “cabana” booth, a wooden installation with luxurious fabrics flowing down to obscure the patrons from view. The waitress leaves with their drink orders and the group begin to decipher the menu according to their appetites.
Selena’s hand rests on Demi’s thigh, her fingers itching to move down and caress the soft skin exposed by her dress. She behaves herself, though, until the waitress once again enters their booth and writes down orders.
After Demi hands over her menu, her hands come down to take Selena’s on her lap, while she listens to Miley continue her story about her latest tour in Europe. Selena manages to strike up a conversation with Justin, who’s a nice guy and everything, but she could honestly find the impressionist art piece behind his head more interesting to talk to.
The food arrives not long after, and just like everything Miley does, she throws her whole focus into devouring her fettuccini in as lady-like a fashion as she is capable of. Selena concedes that the two lovers are perfect for each other as Justin begins a similar love affair with his salmon.
Selena is less than impressed with her fish - it tastes all right, but it’s not enough to distract her from the beautiful girl next to her - and she was really hoping it would. She finally gives in to her desire and starts to rake hers eyes over Demi as she rests her chin lightly on her hand.
Demi is oblivious for about 4 minutes. “Babe, what’s wrong? You don’t like your fish?” Demi asks curiously after wiping her mouth politely on her napkin.
“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m just a little distracted tonight,” Selena’s eyes run suggestively up and down Demi, whose eyes widen in response. Miley doesn’t catch this.
“Is it about that new show of yours? It’s premiering tomorrow night, right? Don’t worry about it, Sel, I’m sure all your fans are dying to see it,” Miley’s misguided attempt at comfort is sweet and genuine, and Selena feels guilty for just a moment.
“Thanks Miley. Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great.” She shares a bright smile with her before returning her gaze to Demi, whose eyebrows are quirked and her lips pursed - she sees right through her.
In the next instant Demi’s hand is on her forearm, sending a delicious shiver throughout Selena, settling somewhere below abdomen.
With Demi’s attention on her Selena unashamedly makes a show of what she’s thinking. Her heavy-lidded eyes cloud and she licks her lips as she relaxes back into her seat. Demi is captivated by the lust apparent in her gaze - but it’s obvious she is trying to stifle her desire and tell Selena to do the same.
Selena’s foot slips out of her cute designer shoe and glides along the inside of Demi’s ankle up to her calf, making her jump imperceptibly at the touch but she never takes her eyes off of Selena’s face.
Demi shoots out her hand to grip tightly onto Selena’s thigh, trying to convey her discontent with what Selena was obviously trying to get at. But Selena just places her hand over it, lightly rubbing circles with her thumb.
After a few moments of indulging in the feel of Selena’s hand on hers and her foot grazing the inside of her leg, Demi snaps out of her trance and pulls away from Selena so as not to attract any attention. Miley looks at her and smiles like she has no idea what just happened.
Selena is fed up. She can’t wait any longer. She’s tried really hard to control herself. But Demi is just too damn irresistible. So she clumsily takes her colorful alcoholic drink and spills it on Demi’s sexy dress.
“Holy fu - Selena!!!!”
“Christ, sorry!! Shit, c’mon let’s go clean it up.”
She scoots Demi off the booth and stands quickly behind her. She excuses them both from the table politely and then places both hands on the small of Demi’s back and pushes.
It takes them far too long to find the bathroom for Selena’s taste, but they walk inside to find it deserted - just as she’d hoped.
Without further pretense, Selena makes to grab at Demi, but she misses by centimeters as Demi moves swiftly to the sink.
“Jesus! What happened Sel? Ugh, I hope this comes out, I really like this dress!”
“So do I babe,” Selena slinks up behind her. She trails her hand across Demi’s shoulders and envelopes her in a sort of hug as her other hand helps Demi rub the fabric under the running tap. Demi is on her toes, balancing with her hips on the granite counter top and her dress scrunched up around her waist.
“Hey, can you go lock the door? I don’t want any one to barge in on us.”
“Babe, I was just thinking the same thing,” Selena smirks and paces quickly back to the door - locking it tight.
Demi is now rubbing paper towels on the dress furiously. Selena comes up to her side and rips the paper from her hands. Before Demi can protest, before she can even gasp, Selena turns Demi's waist to her, lifts her hips up into Demi’s and hikes the dress up even farther with her hand, until she’s brushing across Demi’s lace panties.
“S-s-Selena! I can’t - you can’t - you’re gonna get caught!” Demi says, breathless.
Selena doesn’t answer, just moans deeply into Demi’s neck as her lips attach firmly to Demi’s ear lobe. Her hands split their time between Demi’s back and ass and chest and stomach. Demi stops pushing weakly at Selena’s shoulders and grips Selena’s left hand tightly as she moves her head to find the girl’s lips.
Selena is simultaneously dying and feeling electrifyingly alive. Her heart is racing; she can’t register any sound other than Demi’s gasps and moans and the sound of rustling expensive dresses. Her tongue slides effortlessly around Demi’s as her hand tangles in Demi’s silky hair and she tries to push Demi’s mouth closer.
Selena escalates the situation by picking Demi up and placing her on top of the counter. Demi wraps her legs around Selena’s waist to coax her body closer and lets out a deep moan as her center is pressed deliciously against Selena’s pelvis. Selena arches as Demi’s pretty painted nails rake up her exposed back.
Demi breaks the kiss however, and Selena glares at her with an expression that nearly stops Demi’s heart.
She quickly recovers and says, “I think it’s you who should be up here. This was your plan anyway.”
“Oh, really? Well, I accept your offer,” she smirks before moving back to let Demi slide down, ”But I have to tell you I didn’t plan for this - things just fall into place when I want them, babe.”
Demi takes up Selena’s previous position as she runs her hands up and down Selena’s thighs, teasing her by leaning in and breathing on Selena’s lips without letting her take the extra centimeters for a lip-lock. “I can’t believe you used such a tactic as spilling your drink- that’s a sex and fashion faux pas, my dear. I mean I knew you were desperate, but seriously? Honey this is the Gucci I got for Christmas!”
“STFU already, I’ll fix your stupid dress. Which, by the way, has been taunting me all night. It was asking for it, really.” Selena pulls back and lures Demi to her, then shoots forward and grabs Demi’s face for a rough kiss.
Demi gets to work slipping her hand between Selena’s open legs and rubbing her roughly through her panties. Selena goes back to Demi’s neck, her kisses and licks interrupted every so often by gasping moans from Demi’s ministrations.
Selena gasps as Demi’s fingers push aside her panties and she enters roughly into her. Demi is ruthless as she adds another finger and smirks as Selena’s head falls back and her jaw falls slack. Selena then grits her teeth as she starts to buck against Demi’s thrusting hand. She lifts her head up with much effort and glares at Demi.
“Hey, you wanted it so bad, I figured this was the only way. Don’t judge me,” Demi’s Cheshire cat grin is reflected in the mirror behind Selena’s head. Selena can’t find her voice - she just moans and her eyes flutter as another stroke hits her powerfully and her hands reach behind her, trying to find purchase on the smooth glass.
It isn’t very long at all before Selena grips tightly to Demi’s shoulders and pulls her self up, trying to dig herself closer to Demi’s hand. Demi clasps her hand over Selena’s mouth with a laugh as Selena tries to let out a cry as she releases all her tension. The door maybe locked but is certainly not soundproof.
The girls freeze and exchange scared glances as the doorknob is rattled in its locked position, followed by a knock on the heavy wooden surface. The sound echoes loudly into the tiled room from the door.
Demi kisses Selena passionately while smirking and helps her down to the floor, rearranging her dress and fluffing her hair. Selena does the same for Demi, but puts a hand on her shoulder to halt her walk to the door.
“Babe, what about - I mean, I’m feeling a little guilty here,” her eyes are unusually shifty and a light blush darkens her already flushed cheeks.
Demi chuckles. “Well, you are the villain in this situation, so you should feel bad, but we really gotta get back before Miley suspects something - she’s not that oblivious, you know.”
She places arm around Selena’s waist, “You owe me when we get back home though. In fact, for you’re antics tonight, you owe me… at least three times.”
Selena grins widely, “I will take my punishment with grace, honey.”
Miley checks her watch again. 15 minutes. She must admit she’s getting a little bored waiting for the two girls.
She crosses her legs in her seat so that her knee rests on Justin’s thigh. Justin gazes at her then looks up to see the two girls emerge from the bathroom across the room. He touches Miley’s hand to alert her.
“Finally. I was wondering when something like that was going to happen. It was getting way too hot at this table. They better have calmed down by now.”
“Maybe now we can eat dessert without having to politely look away as they try to lick ice cream off each other,” Justin adds, earning him a laugh from Miley.
“Well, you gotta admit, that’d be hot,” Miley chuckles.
~fin~
Pairing: ~Lovez~ Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2385
Prompt: "eyesex! maybe during their double date with miley and justin gaston XD"
Found on page 14 at tweendom_anon.
Disclaimer: This is a work of art, borrowing two people's personas based on my view of them. This is not intended for profit, nor does it mean to offend or slander.
Note Hey, we_all_fall!!! Remember that one time we were talking about swanky restaurants in LA where Demi and Sel could have sexy fun times in the bathroom?
Well, here it is, your dedication fic for providing me with pictures and descriptions of cabanas. Thanks for waiting so long for this.
exhibit #928796782829392 and 2: lustful gaze
Watching Demi slip on her short black dress that sweeps across her tan and toned thighs, Selena feels her anger once again bubble up.
She is secretly pissed that Miley called Demi for a dinner double date. Because she hasn’t seen her girlfriend all day and just wants sex and a cuddle. And seeing Demi in that dress just serves to remind her how much she wants it off.
But Demi insists - “Just because we hooked up a 2 weeks ago doesn’t give us license to become sex-crazed hermits who can just hide away from the world.”
“What if that’s what I want out of this relationship?” Selena’s eyes narrow and her hands land on her hips.
Demi smiles smugly and plants a kiss on her lips as she comes up to the mirror Selena is standing in front of. “Who says I don’t want that? Regardless, we’ve got appearances to keep up. We can have sexy times when we get back home, okay?”
She’s adjusting her earrings in the mirror and so misses the lust that flashes over Selena’s eyes, and her slight pout. “Fine. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Exactly - to make up for your naughty behavior last night,” Demi’s voice is low.
“Hey, you better stop joking like that or I won’t be held responsible for my actions in front of our dinner guests.”
Their banter is interrupted by Demi’s ringing phone.
“GURL WE R HEA. GET YO BUTT OUTSIDE NAO!” The text reads.
They head out the door soon after, Miley already out of the car waiting to envelope the two in tight hugs. Justin is resting against the side of the car and pulls open the doors for the girls.
“Ok, so this place we’re going to is the ‘O-Bar’ in West Hollywood. It’s kinda fancy, but apparently they have separate booths called ‘cabanas’, and I most definitely want to tweet that I’m eating inside a cabana,” Miley shares excitedly from the front seat.
“Miley, is that the sole reason you picked the place? Because I’d really like it if we could actually eat whatever fancy creations they might have over there,” Selena asks Miley in jest.
“Hey, you know that’s how I roll - but actually Mandy said the food was good, so I trust the cabana won’t be the only exciting thing we enjoy tonight.”
Demi’s hand rests on Selena’s thigh, and Selena can’t help but indulge in the thrill that the word “exciting” sends through her body. She shakes her head minutely at her situation - once again she’s been cock-blocked by the effervescent Miley Cyrus.
Demi notices, however, and dips her head down to capture Selena’s eyes as she grips tighter to her leg. Please, just for a couple hours, indulge me. she silently implores.
Selena gives her a small smile in agreement. She puts on a charade and pretends she’s really interested in Justin’s story about how he spent his whole day in undies in front of a camera.
They pull up a ways from the restaurant and Justin lets the girls out so he can find parking. Demi links her arm with Selena’s just as Miley cuddles up close and does the same. Selena remarks that it’s odd there’s no paparazzi outside the restaurant since it seems like a celebrity spot, when from around the corner behind them the calls of “Hey girls, turn this way!” cause the three to do the exact opposite and quicken their pace to the doors.
Selena is admittedly impressed by the cool and trendy atmosphere of the interior, her eyes sweeping over the other patrons and the kitschy art and installations framing the walls.
When Justin joins them the waitress guides them to Miley’s “cabana” booth, a wooden installation with luxurious fabrics flowing down to obscure the patrons from view. The waitress leaves with their drink orders and the group begin to decipher the menu according to their appetites.
Selena’s hand rests on Demi’s thigh, her fingers itching to move down and caress the soft skin exposed by her dress. She behaves herself, though, until the waitress once again enters their booth and writes down orders.
After Demi hands over her menu, her hands come down to take Selena’s on her lap, while she listens to Miley continue her story about her latest tour in Europe. Selena manages to strike up a conversation with Justin, who’s a nice guy and everything, but she could honestly find the impressionist art piece behind his head more interesting to talk to.
The food arrives not long after, and just like everything Miley does, she throws her whole focus into devouring her fettuccini in as lady-like a fashion as she is capable of. Selena concedes that the two lovers are perfect for each other as Justin begins a similar love affair with his salmon.
Selena is less than impressed with her fish - it tastes all right, but it’s not enough to distract her from the beautiful girl next to her - and she was really hoping it would. She finally gives in to her desire and starts to rake hers eyes over Demi as she rests her chin lightly on her hand.
Demi is oblivious for about 4 minutes. “Babe, what’s wrong? You don’t like your fish?” Demi asks curiously after wiping her mouth politely on her napkin.
“Oh no, it’s fine. I’m just a little distracted tonight,” Selena’s eyes run suggestively up and down Demi, whose eyes widen in response. Miley doesn’t catch this.
“Is it about that new show of yours? It’s premiering tomorrow night, right? Don’t worry about it, Sel, I’m sure all your fans are dying to see it,” Miley’s misguided attempt at comfort is sweet and genuine, and Selena feels guilty for just a moment.
“Thanks Miley. Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great.” She shares a bright smile with her before returning her gaze to Demi, whose eyebrows are quirked and her lips pursed - she sees right through her.
In the next instant Demi’s hand is on her forearm, sending a delicious shiver throughout Selena, settling somewhere below abdomen.
With Demi’s attention on her Selena unashamedly makes a show of what she’s thinking. Her heavy-lidded eyes cloud and she licks her lips as she relaxes back into her seat. Demi is captivated by the lust apparent in her gaze - but it’s obvious she is trying to stifle her desire and tell Selena to do the same.
Selena’s foot slips out of her cute designer shoe and glides along the inside of Demi’s ankle up to her calf, making her jump imperceptibly at the touch but she never takes her eyes off of Selena’s face.
Demi shoots out her hand to grip tightly onto Selena’s thigh, trying to convey her discontent with what Selena was obviously trying to get at. But Selena just places her hand over it, lightly rubbing circles with her thumb.
After a few moments of indulging in the feel of Selena’s hand on hers and her foot grazing the inside of her leg, Demi snaps out of her trance and pulls away from Selena so as not to attract any attention. Miley looks at her and smiles like she has no idea what just happened.
Selena is fed up. She can’t wait any longer. She’s tried really hard to control herself. But Demi is just too damn irresistible. So she clumsily takes her colorful alcoholic drink and spills it on Demi’s sexy dress.
“Holy fu - Selena!!!!”
“Christ, sorry!! Shit, c’mon let’s go clean it up.”
She scoots Demi off the booth and stands quickly behind her. She excuses them both from the table politely and then places both hands on the small of Demi’s back and pushes.
It takes them far too long to find the bathroom for Selena’s taste, but they walk inside to find it deserted - just as she’d hoped.
Without further pretense, Selena makes to grab at Demi, but she misses by centimeters as Demi moves swiftly to the sink.
“Jesus! What happened Sel? Ugh, I hope this comes out, I really like this dress!”
“So do I babe,” Selena slinks up behind her. She trails her hand across Demi’s shoulders and envelopes her in a sort of hug as her other hand helps Demi rub the fabric under the running tap. Demi is on her toes, balancing with her hips on the granite counter top and her dress scrunched up around her waist.
“Hey, can you go lock the door? I don’t want any one to barge in on us.”
“Babe, I was just thinking the same thing,” Selena smirks and paces quickly back to the door - locking it tight.
Demi is now rubbing paper towels on the dress furiously. Selena comes up to her side and rips the paper from her hands. Before Demi can protest, before she can even gasp, Selena turns Demi's waist to her, lifts her hips up into Demi’s and hikes the dress up even farther with her hand, until she’s brushing across Demi’s lace panties.
“S-s-Selena! I can’t - you can’t - you’re gonna get caught!” Demi says, breathless.
Selena doesn’t answer, just moans deeply into Demi’s neck as her lips attach firmly to Demi’s ear lobe. Her hands split their time between Demi’s back and ass and chest and stomach. Demi stops pushing weakly at Selena’s shoulders and grips Selena’s left hand tightly as she moves her head to find the girl’s lips.
Selena is simultaneously dying and feeling electrifyingly alive. Her heart is racing; she can’t register any sound other than Demi’s gasps and moans and the sound of rustling expensive dresses. Her tongue slides effortlessly around Demi’s as her hand tangles in Demi’s silky hair and she tries to push Demi’s mouth closer.
Selena escalates the situation by picking Demi up and placing her on top of the counter. Demi wraps her legs around Selena’s waist to coax her body closer and lets out a deep moan as her center is pressed deliciously against Selena’s pelvis. Selena arches as Demi’s pretty painted nails rake up her exposed back.
Demi breaks the kiss however, and Selena glares at her with an expression that nearly stops Demi’s heart.
She quickly recovers and says, “I think it’s you who should be up here. This was your plan anyway.”
“Oh, really? Well, I accept your offer,” she smirks before moving back to let Demi slide down, ”But I have to tell you I didn’t plan for this - things just fall into place when I want them, babe.”
Demi takes up Selena’s previous position as she runs her hands up and down Selena’s thighs, teasing her by leaning in and breathing on Selena’s lips without letting her take the extra centimeters for a lip-lock. “I can’t believe you used such a tactic as spilling your drink- that’s a sex and fashion faux pas, my dear. I mean I knew you were desperate, but seriously? Honey this is the Gucci I got for Christmas!”
“STFU already, I’ll fix your stupid dress. Which, by the way, has been taunting me all night. It was asking for it, really.” Selena pulls back and lures Demi to her, then shoots forward and grabs Demi’s face for a rough kiss.
Demi gets to work slipping her hand between Selena’s open legs and rubbing her roughly through her panties. Selena goes back to Demi’s neck, her kisses and licks interrupted every so often by gasping moans from Demi’s ministrations.
Selena gasps as Demi’s fingers push aside her panties and she enters roughly into her. Demi is ruthless as she adds another finger and smirks as Selena’s head falls back and her jaw falls slack. Selena then grits her teeth as she starts to buck against Demi’s thrusting hand. She lifts her head up with much effort and glares at Demi.
“Hey, you wanted it so bad, I figured this was the only way. Don’t judge me,” Demi’s Cheshire cat grin is reflected in the mirror behind Selena’s head. Selena can’t find her voice - she just moans and her eyes flutter as another stroke hits her powerfully and her hands reach behind her, trying to find purchase on the smooth glass.
It isn’t very long at all before Selena grips tightly to Demi’s shoulders and pulls her self up, trying to dig herself closer to Demi’s hand. Demi clasps her hand over Selena’s mouth with a laugh as Selena tries to let out a cry as she releases all her tension. The door maybe locked but is certainly not soundproof.
The girls freeze and exchange scared glances as the doorknob is rattled in its locked position, followed by a knock on the heavy wooden surface. The sound echoes loudly into the tiled room from the door.
Demi kisses Selena passionately while smirking and helps her down to the floor, rearranging her dress and fluffing her hair. Selena does the same for Demi, but puts a hand on her shoulder to halt her walk to the door.
“Babe, what about - I mean, I’m feeling a little guilty here,” her eyes are unusually shifty and a light blush darkens her already flushed cheeks.
Demi chuckles. “Well, you are the villain in this situation, so you should feel bad, but we really gotta get back before Miley suspects something - she’s not that oblivious, you know.”
She places arm around Selena’s waist, “You owe me when we get back home though. In fact, for you’re antics tonight, you owe me… at least three times.”
Selena grins widely, “I will take my punishment with grace, honey.”
Miley checks her watch again. 15 minutes. She must admit she’s getting a little bored waiting for the two girls.
She crosses her legs in her seat so that her knee rests on Justin’s thigh. Justin gazes at her then looks up to see the two girls emerge from the bathroom across the room. He touches Miley’s hand to alert her.
“Finally. I was wondering when something like that was going to happen. It was getting way too hot at this table. They better have calmed down by now.”
“Maybe now we can eat dessert without having to politely look away as they try to lick ice cream off each other,” Justin adds, earning him a laugh from Miley.
“Well, you gotta admit, that’d be hot,” Miley chuckles.
~fin~