fic: Bathroom Break - Demi/Selena
Title: Bathroom Break
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oh, hey, plotless smut! AMA bathroom sex. Nothing else.
Warning: Read summary. Seriously. No plot.
disclaimer: This story is lies, lies, lies. Complete fiction.
She might look back on this moment and see it clearer than she does now, see how these sort of things fall into place. She likes to think it'll eventually make sense, but knows that maybe, maybe it's just not meant to work like that.
It's November and outside there's a breeze and there are clouds spotting the sky. Inside, it's hot and stuffy and Selena is pressed hard between Demi and the side of the bathroom stall. The door is sloppily locked, the water still running in the sinks and it's almost a little tawdry, but what stays with her is the way Demi grasps at her, reaches for her even with their bodies against each other. Fingers bury themselves in hair, bunch and wrinkle sequin, and earrings get caught in bracelets, and Demi is panting against her throat.
"Sel - " She starts, stops. Nails dig into skin and she's breathless, shaking against her. An arm wraps around Selena's waist and she's up, back digging into the ugly green of the stall door and the hinges catching on the strap of her dress. Demi's hands are sloppy, pushing up the hem, pushing into skin, and everything goes tight, tight, under her touch, wanting, needing release.
She feels a nip against her throat, tongue lapping in the dip of her collarbone, and it's ridiculous the way a moan pushes its way out, guttural and she's sure there's a line gathering outside and she's sure they can hear her and she's knows they can hear her, and oh god Demi's fingers slip inside her and that's it for even caring who hears.
"I - I..." Selena's fingers shake as they run through, grasp onto, Demi's hair, pulling closer, closer, she wants her closer. Fingers start to move, determined and deep and there's a misplaced ache when she thinks of how studied it seems, like she's had practice.
Demi's thumb against her clit, and the thought is gone. Selena bites her ear, hard, and finds that she doesn't care if she breaks skin, nails dragging along her back and even hoping for it. For all she's put her through, this is the least -
Fingers curl inside her and she throws her head back, colliding with the stall door but she doesn't feel it, crying out as she rocks against Demi's hand as fast and as hard as she can.
When she comes, it's Demi that moans her name.
Pairing: Demi/Selena
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Oh, hey, plotless smut! AMA bathroom sex. Nothing else.
Warning: Read summary. Seriously. No plot.
disclaimer: This story is lies, lies, lies. Complete fiction.
She might look back on this moment and see it clearer than she does now, see how these sort of things fall into place. She likes to think it'll eventually make sense, but knows that maybe, maybe it's just not meant to work like that.
It's November and outside there's a breeze and there are clouds spotting the sky. Inside, it's hot and stuffy and Selena is pressed hard between Demi and the side of the bathroom stall. The door is sloppily locked, the water still running in the sinks and it's almost a little tawdry, but what stays with her is the way Demi grasps at her, reaches for her even with their bodies against each other. Fingers bury themselves in hair, bunch and wrinkle sequin, and earrings get caught in bracelets, and Demi is panting against her throat.
"Sel - " She starts, stops. Nails dig into skin and she's breathless, shaking against her. An arm wraps around Selena's waist and she's up, back digging into the ugly green of the stall door and the hinges catching on the strap of her dress. Demi's hands are sloppy, pushing up the hem, pushing into skin, and everything goes tight, tight, under her touch, wanting, needing release.
She feels a nip against her throat, tongue lapping in the dip of her collarbone, and it's ridiculous the way a moan pushes its way out, guttural and she's sure there's a line gathering outside and she's sure they can hear her and she's knows they can hear her, and oh god Demi's fingers slip inside her and that's it for even caring who hears.
"I - I..." Selena's fingers shake as they run through, grasp onto, Demi's hair, pulling closer, closer, she wants her closer. Fingers start to move, determined and deep and there's a misplaced ache when she thinks of how studied it seems, like she's had practice.
Demi's thumb against her clit, and the thought is gone. Selena bites her ear, hard, and finds that she doesn't care if she breaks skin, nails dragging along her back and even hoping for it. For all she's put her through, this is the least -
Fingers curl inside her and she throws her head back, colliding with the stall door but she doesn't feel it, crying out as she rocks against Demi's hand as fast and as hard as she can.
When she comes, it's Demi that moans her name.