A Lesson in Romantics (Part 2/2)
Title: A Lesson in Romantics (Part 2/2)
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: M for adult themes
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am receiving no profit; no one owns Demi Lovato or Selena Gomez.
Summary: Selena has a problem, Demi wants to help
Authors Note: Sorry about the massive waiting period between parts but, better late than never yeah? Big thank you to bridgeisburning for beta-ing -I don’t know how to do that cool linky thing…-
Temporary insanity, it was the only plausible explanation for why she had agreed to Demi’s offer on the phone the night before. Or a brain tumor of the ‘erratic-behavior’ causing variety, but Selena liked the former much less ‘surgery-requiring’ reason. Either way it was Saturday night and Selena Gomez had somehow wound up in her best-friend’s bedroom, in the very empty Lovato household, empty aside from, of course, the above mentioned best friend… herself… bed… awkward silence.
Selena unceremoniously tossed her overnight bag in the general direction of Demi’s lounge chair and forced down the urge to leave a person-sized hole in the other girls’ bedroom door that even Bugs Bunny himself would be proud of. “Okay so I’m here, what now?”
“Shots.” Demi handed Selena a miniscule glass and downed her first alcoholic beverage of the evening in one quick, well-practiced swallow.
Selena peered suspiciously at her drink, “Demi you know I don’t drink, not since last Christmas when we snuck your moms eggnog and I ended up hacking all over cardboard Santa.” The older girl shuddered, “I can’t even watch a holiday movie that his Jolly Highness is in without feeling super guilty, not to mention a little nauseous.”
“Trust me, Sel, this’ll go a heck of a lot smoother if you’re looser.” Demi assured her.
Selena gave Demi a quizzical look.
“What?”
“There’s a sexual innuendo in there somewhere… I’m trying to figure out if I should hit you.”
Demi smiled, “Sel, I don’t want you to get trashed. That’s why we’re just taking one each. I promise, there’s no more booze. I even told Dallas to hide the bottle after I poured the shots so we wouldn’t be tempted!” Demi was quite proud of herself for thinking ahead like that.
Once again Selena eyed the clear liquid warily but resolved in the end that it was only one shot. “Okay” She pinched her nostrils, because she never liked the smell of alcohol, put the glass to her lips, let the chilled vodka slide into her mouth and gulped, coughed and sputtered. “My throat is on fire! Is this straight vodka? Ew. Do you hate me?”
“It was the only thing I could get away with, Featherweight.” Demi patted her friend on the back and held back her laughter, filed it away for another time.
“Whew, okay. Okay, all right. Shot-shooted, on to step two?” Selena had to admit; she could feel a little bit of the liquid confidence settle in.
“Well, when I do it, and by ‘it’ I mean myself, I’m usually in bed.” Demi gently guided Selena to sit on her bed.
Selena numbly complied before a thought struck her, “This bed?” she stood abruptly, not entirely sure if she was comfortable in the exact same place Demi got her business done and definitely sure she shouldn’t get turned on by that fact.
“I changed the sheets.” Demi neglected to mention exactly when she actually replaced the bed coverings, it wasn’t exactly a lie more like a ‘misleading truth’. Anyway she didn’t do ‘it’ much, it was just once since she came back. It’s not that gross!
“Anyway, I’m also much more naked than you are when I masturbate…” Upon receiving a blank stare from the taller girl Demi continued. “Strip.” The rock star said in an authoritative tone, blatantly watching and waiting for Selena to rid herself of her pesky clothes. Much to Demi’s dismay though, Selena had chosen that exact moment to get self-conscious. “I’ve seen you naked before, Lena.”
“That was before our relationship took a turn for the R-rated.” Selena pointed to a spot behind her best friend. “Wall, Lovato.”
There was a brief stare down between the two before the younger relented. “Fine, Gomez.” Demi spun around on her heal to face the wall and waited. “Just lie down, get comfortable under the covers, and take a deep calming breath.” The rock star felt silly, like she was talking to the wall, she didn’t dwell too much on it though (Selena Gomez spiraling towards nakedness being in the room) was a bit distracting even though Demi couldn’t see anything besides her Paramore posters.
Selena pulled the covers up past her shoulders to her neck and shivered even though it was far from cold in Demi’s room. Demi, her best friend and newly self-appointed sexual mentor. “This is not happening.” She mumbled into the blanket.
Taking it as a sign that all was clear Demi turned around, “Release your inhibitions, Grasshopper. I need to figure out what you’re doing wrong. Tell me how you start.” She said in her best ‘therapist’ voice while she took a seat on her desk chair and crossed one leg over the over.
“I don’t know I just do it. You know, like… Nike!” Selena let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the sheets for approximately the fifteenth time.
Demi scrunched up her eyebrows, “Shoes? You use shoes? I hope you clean them first.” The Sonny actress will never look at a Ladies Footlocker the same way again.
“No, I-I was, I made a joke, like Nike’s slogan… it’s ‘just do it’… a-and… shut up, don’t give me that look, it was funny! I can make jokes too!” Selena stated indignantly. The nerve of Demi! Acting like she’s the only funny one. “You’re not the only funny one.” She mirrored her thoughts.
Demi folded her arms over her chest, she knew what Selena was trying to do, bait her into an argument and deflect from their current positions. “You can’t use my attention span against me, not this time Gomez! Now elaborate on the whole ‘just do it’ policy. What do you do?”
Selena, at a loss for words, mimed with her hands using a finger to enter the hole created by her other hand.
“What!? Sel, you’ve gotta pre-heat the oven before you stick in the turkey!” The rockstar mentally patted herself on the back for her pop-culture reference.
“New rule: no quoting from raunchy teen sex movies… and nothing that makes me think of Thanksgiving, or any other holidays… except maybe Valentines Day.” Selena added.
“Oh you and your guidelines. Anyway, what do you do to set the mood? What gets you in the mood?” Demi shrugged the red plaid over-shirt off her shoulders, because it had suddenly and inexplicably become very humid, leaving the younger girl in a tank top and jeans.
Selena awkwardly scratched at her arm for something to do before responding. “I-I just wanted to try it; everybody talks about it… so I just. This is stupid can I just start?”
The rockstar shook her head, “No. I like a nice warm ambiance so I usually turn off the lights, put on some soft music, sometimes I even light candles.”
“That’s kinda sweet Dems.” Selena tucked away one of her own stray locks of hair from her face.
Demi stood up and began to light up her strategically placed candles, casting the entire room in a soft golden glow. Selena always thought that Demi’s porcelain skin looked best during a cloudless Texan sunset, but this was a close second. “I take my self-pleasuring very seriously. One could go so far as to say I’m a pro.”
Selena scoffed, “Oh you’re not conceited at all!”
“Shush!” Selena saw that Demi had miraculously pulled a tiny remote out of thin air, or maybe she had it in her pocket… yeah that made more sense. “Most of the time I watch porn, you in?” A large flat screen was lowered from the ceiling.
Selena weighed the pros and cons and decided she didn’t like the fact that Demi’s attention would be divided between herself and some nameless girl on the over-priced screen. Then again she couldn’t really use that excuse. “Lets not make this experience any more line-cross-y than it has to be.”
The television disappeared back into the ceiling slowly, almost dejectedly, “It’s okay I don’t have any of the good stuff anyway,” I only have the ‘even better but also potentially awkward stuff where all the girls bare a striking resemblance to you’ “Miley’s borrowing those DVD’s for an undetermined amount of time, I’m guessing she’ll return them when Taylor gets back.”
Selena batted away the assault of imagery involving the Tennessee native and her country-pop star girlfriend. “Another thing, I really don’t want to hear any of our friends’ names while what is about to happen is happening…”
“Whatever you say. Oh, smell this!” Demi tossed a scented candle, unlit of course, to the other girl.
Selena sniffed the wax lightly, pinpointing the familiar flavor almost immediately “Vanilla?”
Demi sauntered over to the bedside table and put the flame of the lighter to the wick. “With a hint of coconut, I’m feeling exotic.” She winked at Selena who looked away to hide her flushed cheeks in the dim lighting “Mmm… Mood; check. Moving on to, lube! What kind do you use?”
“Lube?” Selena tried out the almost foreign word on her tongue.
Demi motioned to the assortment of body lotions next to her vanity mirror. “Lubricant.”
“Oh…” Selena lifts her head then meekly smiled up at Demi, “None?”
Demi groaned and sat on top of the blankets, careful to allow Selena enough leg room. “Did you even try to do a little research before you decided to ‘explore your nether regions?” She handed a small bottle of KY jelly to the actress. “That one is my favorite.”
“Thanks… I think.” Selena tried to forget that Demi just told her what she liked to use to take her to ultimate heights of pleasure, it didn’t work and she squeezed the tube a bit too hard and it’s cap popped open, squirting a good mess on the sheets, luckily Selena was able to catch a bit of the jelly before it landed.
Demi laughed. “Woah! Okay trust me girly, you don’t need that much.”
“Can I start?” Selena asked in anticipation, there was a throbbing sensation that needed to be dealt with. Demi shook her head and this time it was Selena’s turn to groan. “What is it now?” Demi bit her lip and quickly scanned her brain for anything else to stall. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was stalling, just that she needed to. “You need to… did you have a good meal beforehand?”
Selena glared. “Frustrating doesn’t even begin to describe you right now. Infuriating maybe.”
“Hey, don’t get pissy at me missy.” Demi rhymed in terrible humor trying to cut the tension. “I’m just trying to help you out.”
Selena sighed and shifted her body under the covers. “Sorry, it’s just that I’m… you know”
“You’re what?” Demi knew what she was going to say and she refused to let Selena off the hook that easily, “Say it.”
The pretend Wizard’s mouth dropped open in shock, “Absolutely not!”
“Horny. You’re horny, say it.” Now Demi was determined to break Selena out of her little bubble of naivety.
“No, and I’m starting! Ha! It’s in!” Selena stuck her tongue out defiantly.
Demi gave her a panicked look, “What? No, why did you put it in, take it out, you’re not ready yet! You haven’t even touched your clit. This isn’t Backwards Day!”
Selena pulled out of herself and sat up a bit, as much as she could without exposing herself too much. “Clit?”
“Clitoris.” The rockstar explained as another common knowledge sex-lingo.
Selena quirked an eyebrow, “And what is this ‘clitoris’ you speak of?”
Demi threw her hands up in the air. “Selena Marie Gomez do not tell me you don’t know your own vagina.”
“Demetria Devonne Lovato what the freak is a clitoris?” Selena countered.
“It’s the button!”
“I thought the G-Spot was the button.”
“You know about that but you don’t know about the clit? Dude, you suck.”
Selena shook her head, “No, you suck.”
“The significance of your sucky-ness is far greater than mine could ever hope to be!” Demi declared, “I bet your pussy hates you, I mean if my pussy were your pussy it would definitely hate you but you’re generally more forgiving than the average bear, so maybe your pu-“
“Would. You. Stop. Calling it that!” Selena sharply nudged Demi’s thigh with her knee in frustration. A move that, in hindsight, was a bad idea since that made the blanket drop which then forced her breasts to split-second-flash Demi into submission. No wait it was a good idea because Selena won! Anyway. “Focus, Demi, clitoris!” Selena gritted out, as she hastily pulled the thin sheet all the way up to her chin.
Demi cleared her throat as she blinked her eyes rapidly to force away the supple, fleshy and well-nippled images that were assaulting her corneas, “Right, sorry. So the clit is, like, the female sex organ.”
“It’s an organ?” Selena hesitantly questioned.
Demi bit the inside of her cheek, “Well-”
“An organ, like how the liver is an organ?” Interrupted the older yet slightly less-experienced girl.
Demi shrugged, almost doubting her own words but distinctly remembering that exact phrase being used by Wikipedia. “Yeah,” the younger Latina continued with her ‘lesson’, “it has a whole bunch of nerve-”
“You want me to fondle one of my organs?” Selena blinked appallingly, not noticing she’d cut her friend off again.
“THE CLITORIS!” Demi pointedly raised her voice and Selena halted her other anatomy-related oppositions. She also silently thanked the heavens that they were the only ones home. “Is highly sensitive and pleasurable to touch. Sometimes one is able to reach orgasm without even entering the vagina with only the help of said clitoris.”
“Okay.” Selena noticed her mouth had become very dry. “Where is it?”
Demi cleared her throat, “It’s uh, on top, erm, above the…” Demi motions with her hands clasped together “like this is your pu- this is you, and up here is kinda where it is, so you have to slide your finger up until you- you’ll feel it.” She nodded her head as if to agree with her own statement.
Selena did as she was told; sliding her fingers up and down the slick walls of her sex but after the fifth time she still had no idea where her ‘button’ was. “I can’t find it.”
Demi’s eyes had glazed over, it took her a few seconds to realize that Selena had said something and another few seconds to process and respond. “Wha- ahh, what do you mean you can’t find it? It’s kinda obvious; it’s a little… bump thing.” Demi refused to make eye contact with the other girl and instead frantically searched the immediate area for something, anything, to occupy her attention. A book would be perfect, if she read more often… damn her childhood tendency towards video games.
“Maybe I don’t have one.” Selena sighed; she had to admit all that talk of how great the clitoris was had built up her hopes.
Demi snapped out of her reverie a lot quicker this time. “Not possible unless you’ve been lying to me for the past 10 years and you’re actually from one of those Middle Eastern countries where they surgically remove the clit from all the little girls.”
“What? They do that!? Those jerks!” Selena sat up indignantly.
Demi pushed her back onto the bed a little roughly but Selena didn’t mind. “We really don’t need ‘Activist-Selena’ right now.”
“Right, okay…” Selena concentrated on her quest to find the mythical clitoris, growing more irritated by the minute. It was the throbbing sensation’s entire fault! “I, it’s not there Demi, I don’t have one!” Selena growled out through clenched teeth. “I don’t see why you’re so adamant about the button when it’s clear that-”
Demi put two hands to her temples and attempted to rub away the growing headache. “You have one Selena, you do. You’re not looking hard enough!”
“No, I don’t!” Selena debated.
“Yes, you do!” Demi argued.
“I beg to differ! There is substantial evidence that would conclude the opposite!”
Demi threw up her hands again. “Aye dios mio, move over!”
“Hey, wha-Demi!” Selena felt a cool draft as Demi yanked the blanket off of her very nude body and situated herself between her legs. “Demi!” Selena squeaked taking hold of the other girls’ wrist and looking up at her face to notice Demi’s eyes were shut tightly.
“Shush.” Demi said as she slowly slid her index finger up Selena’s exposed center. Then all of a sudden Selena felt this wave of pleasure, it was so quick it made her abs clench and her heart leap; one would think it’d stop there but it just kept going and going. “Oh god.” She lifted herself up and buried her face in Demi’s neck, trying to catch her breath but it wasn’t working. Demi’s fingers were… apparently she did in fact have… one of those.
“I told you so.” Demi stated triumphantly before actually comprehending what had just happened. She opened her eyes in shock then just as instantly turned her head away and slammed her free hand over her eyes. “Shit. Shit I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to Sel.” Demi would’ve moved away, far far away, too except Selena had a vice grip on her other hand, the one that was currently violating her childhood best friend, she felt Selena shiver slightly. “Did you just…” The younger girl asked hesitantly.
Selena wasn’t sure, she felt something, something unbelievable and the constant pressure that had plagued her for almost a month had ebbed some but it was still there. “Uhh, maybe? Not exactly, I don’t know, I’m still… H-word.”
Demi nodded, eyes still closed, and felt the sweat droplets that were sliding down her back and get caught in the waistband of her suddenly more constricting than usual skinny jeans. “Is that why you won’t let go of my hand?” she whispered.
“… It feels better when you do it.” The older girl admitted weakly, her answer was somewhat muffled because she’d spoken into the younger girls neck this time. “You can open your eyes.”
“Oh... Are you sure?” Demi didn’t know what she was asking, maybe about the eye-thing or it feeling better. Mostly she wanted to be asking about the big thing. The actual sex thing and what it meant. She opened her eyes and locked onto Selena’s dark chocolate orbs, Selena’s hand began moving her own hand in small slow circles, and then there were lips. Tentative and softer than she’d ever dreamed.
After a moment Selena pulled away slightly and breathed against her cheek, “If this is going to work, I think you should be naked as well.” She suggested, lowering her head to the pillow.
Demi took in the sight of Selena’s skin just begging to be touched, mesmerized. “I love you, to! I’d love to! To take, clothes.” Demi stumbled, grasping at the hem of her tank top. She felt a swift heat spread to her face, embarrassment at her slip of the tongue. Then small, but sure, hands stilled her movement, she met her best friends warm eyes once again.
"You're an idiot. I love you too." They ahared a smile, shared the night, and the rest of thier lives.