007. fic: "strength to resist"
Title: Strength to Resist
Shipping: Delena (David/Selena)
Rating: R
Summary: There was no doubt in his mind what this was about. Someone she cared about had done this and she could tell by the scent of her fucking perfume who it was. It was Justin.
The first knock to the door of his parents' beautiful Los Angeles home was timid. As a matter of fact, he didn't even know anyone had knocked. He was home alone. His dad was working on some surprise for Valentine's Day for their mom and Lorenzo was with his girlfriend. His mom was with one of her clients. The second knock was a bit harder.
David looked up from his laptop. Was that the door? Or...the ice machine? Was the ice machine on? He had no idea. He got up and shut his laptop after saving the script he was working on. Instead of a soft knock this time, however, it was the doorbell. Actually, “this time” is the wrong way to put it. It was more like a million times. The doorbell went off several times. “Holy shit,” he muttered, walking fast to the door. He assumed it was a salesperson or something, which would be hard with the gate, but whatever. He'd get rid of them no matter what. Then he remembered something as he got halfway towards the door: it was raining.
Door to door salespeople didn't usually work when it rained, did they? Then he remembered that it was 2012 and the chances of a person actually working door to door with social networking and cell phones was very slim. Whoever it was that had come to the door was here for a reason. He went a tad faster because the person was ringing the bell again. Maybe it was Tanner. Maybe he was back from Arizona early...or perhaps it was Dad. But he'd call if he got locked out....
David finally reached the door and opened it, only to see a soaking wet Selena Marie Gomez, with her hair up in a bun. He noticed she had some streaks in her hair, which caught his attention more than the fact that his soaking wet ex-costar was standing in front of him, arms over her chest to warm herself, in a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of sweats from Hollister on with a pair of Uggs he didn't even knew she owned. (And why would she? Uggs weren't the best at all in his opinion. Then again, his taste in shoes wasn't so great either.)
After what felt like an eternity of them just staring at each other, eying each other up and down, she said something: “I know I'm probably the last person you want to show up at your door, crying, at eleven o'clock in the morning but I needed to talk to someone and I know that I have a lot of girlfriends but I-I needed you.” This stuck with him. Not because she needed him, well, yes, there was that, but mostly because of her voice. It was the same tone she used when they'd filmed the battle scene, when he'd had to talk her into crying because she couldn't do it herself. There was no doubt in his mind what this was about. Someone she cared about had done this and she could tell by the scent of her fucking perfume who it was. It was Justin. Justin had hurt her. How the fuck could he do that?
“Sel...” David's voice was quiet, because she was so quiet, just crying and he had to say something he had to think of something but he didn't - he didn't know what to say. Selena sniffled and wiped at her eyes, blinking even more of them back. David sighed and took a few steps closer to her. He looped his arm around her neck and pulled her into his chest. Selena sniffled into his chest. He felt her chest rise and fall rapidly against hers. “Shh. It's okay. Just...Just calm down, okay? You don't want to start hyperventilating,” David reasoned, quietly. He pressed his lips against her temple and closed his eyes. “It's okay, Sely, I'm here,” he muttered. He took a few steps back and she followed. He managed to slide his hand off of just enough to close the door. He pulled out of the hug and glanced down at her. She was looking back up at him, with her little brown eyes shining from the tears.
Selena wrapped her arms around herself. “Can I change? I don't have anything to wear but...” her voice trailed off and David instantly nodded, nodding in the direction of the stairs. He walked ahead of her and she followed after him. He walked into a bedroom with a bed and two side tables next to it with two dressers and a table across from the bed to support an HDTV. Selena smiled slightly. “Your room hasn't changed a bit,” she muttered. David turned around, his back to her and two shirts dangling from his hand.
“Well, I'm not a huge fan of change...” David shrugged slightly, licking his lips before holding out the shirts out to her. “You can dry off in my bathroom. Then put these on. We can talk when you're done.” Selena nodded.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, smiling before retreating into the bathroom, closing the door silently behind her. She tugged off her baggy sweatshirt and looked at herself in his mirror. Her bra was actually a bit wet, but should she take it off? She decided it would be a good idea or his shirt would get just as wet as the rest of her. She pulled off her sweats too. Thank God her silky panties were perfectly dry, or she'd be forced to wear his boxers or something. She slipped out of her bra and put on his v-neck. It was a bit too bit for her, but it was warm and warm and soft. It felt so comfortable against her bare skin, just the touch of it made her shiver. She looked at his other shirt. She grinned. His L.A. Kings Jersey. He adored the thing but he trusted her to wear it. All he'd done once he'd gotten it was brag about it on set and say that it had number one on it because he was such an amazing fan and that they would eventually ask him to play for their team when he was taking a break from acting and writing. She slipped it on. It was a bit too big for her and went down to her mid-thigh. Perfect. She smiled, pulling at a tiny edge of the collar to sniff it. It smelled just like his cologne, like him. She missed him. So much.
Maybe that's why when Justin had called it quits, he was the first person she thought of. Maybe that wasn't it, though. Maybe she was here because he'd always been there for her and now that she needed him most, she knew he wouldn't turn him down. They'd gone on a few dates before Justin had come around, though, and after she started to date him, his texts and calls and instant messages had become fewer and far between. She was so glad to be in this bathroom, in this house, in his life. Even if it was just to tell him about her last heartbreak, her last crash. He didn't care. He'd let her in. That was enough.
David was waiting patiently as she changed. He'd adjusted his shirt at least three times to make sure that his arms didn't look like sausages in the sleeves, that it wasn't too low cut, like he was trying to announce “You should've dumped him first because I've got bigger muscles and we all know it.” He let out a soft sigh and the door to his bathroom slowly swung open. Holy shit, she looked like a fucking model. He'd always wanted to see her in that, especially with no pants on, but he knew better than to say anything.
“Hey,” David said softly, patting the spot next to him for her to sit. Selena smiled sweetly and crawled onto his bed, sitting down with her legs stretched out in front of her in the spot he'd pointed out to her. “So,” David frowned, “What happened?”
Selena sighed. “Well, we were sitting on his couch and his mom had just left to the store,” she twisted a wispy piece of purple hair around her finger, “I started to talk to him about the summer and about my movie plans and all of a sudden...He just said, 'I don't think this is a good idea. We'll both be busy all year and we won't have much time for each other. I think we should break up.'” Selena looked over at him. He was staring at his television. She'd just told him how she'd broken up with Justin and he was staring at his TV? Nothing was even playing! “If you didn't want to even listen, you could've-” Selena began to huff out at him.
“I wish you never would have dated him in the first place.” David nodded his head slightly, as though he was agreeing with his own statement. Selena just blinked at him, dumbfounded.
“W-what?” she stammered. How could he say something like that? He was supposed to be listening to her, not being an asshole about this whole situation. Who did he think he was, to go around making wishes on the past like some freaking miracle worker? “Stop it, David. Stop being...mean.” Selena couldn't possibly bitch him out. She was too upset, but if she were feeling just an ounce more confident in herself, she would being ripping him a new one.
“I wish you'd never dated him.” David licked his lower lip, “Do you have any idea how hard it was to hear you talk about him on set? To hear you talk to him on the phone in the corner between scenes? The worst thing is when he came to set, acting like he had a right to be there because you were his. He had no right. It was my place of work and you were just parading him around like he was the kind of the fucking universe. Did you even consider how much I had invested in you? In us? I had my heart set on you, Selena, and you just ripped it out and stomped on it...like-like some heart stomper!”
Selena could barely even breathe. Was this a dream? Or was he seriously just confessing his feelings for her, like it was totally no big deal? She took a deep breath. “What? Do you mean that you wanted to be in a relationship with me?” Selena had just suspected that he'd wanted to take her on a few dates because he could, because he was David Henrie, and he was the kind of guy who liked to do everything and anything he possibly could-even if one of those things was Selena Gomez. Sure, he was sweet, and he was like a brother to her, but it was too hard to accept or to conclude that he wanted to really be with her in that way.
“Always. Ever since I first saw you, but you were so young...And then when you finally were old enough and it wouldn't be a big deal, I was with Lucy and then you had Nick. I know we both broke up at the same time, but it just,” David sighed, making a face, “It didn't feel right to start off that way, you know? I didn't want it to end badly during the show, so when we were just about a year away from ending, I thought it was good timing and then things got hectic and Justin started to come around and...I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be an ass or anything...so..” David shook his head. “I'm sorry. For being an ass and telling you now. I'm also sorry that he broke up with you because you deserved someone so much better...But you just looked so upset and I know that it probably didn't make you feel better, but I had to get it out.” He licked his lips again, then turned his head back to the television, trying to get his mind off of her. He felt awful about this. Everything. It felt like it was his fault, even though he knew it wasn't.
“David,” Selena blinked. Oh, fuck, was she gonna start crying again? He felt like shit now. She was seriously so close to crying, at looked like she was. He couldn't handle that. If she started to cry it, he was afraid that he'd end up crying too. He was David fucking Henrie and he did not cry in front of anyone (except for his mom and dad and Lorenzo but that was one time because The Notebook was really sad). Before David had a chance to say something to her weak little murmur of his name, Selena was snuggled up against him, her head nestled between his shoulder and his neck. He could feel her breath there, hitting his skin at just the right angle to make it feel like this was heaven. What he wouldn't do to kiss her right then, just to tilt up her chin and press their lips together for the first time... “I'm so sorry that I never noticed. I-I think I'll be okay. I'll get over this.” Selena took a deep breath and David's eyelashes fluttered as the hot air hit his neck. How could she do this to him? It was hard enough not to kiss her, but now he just wanted to rip his jersey off of her and do unbelievably naughty things to her on his bed.
“I'm sure you will. It's hard...It's going to get harder,” David took a breath, taking a chance by going on with what he was thinking, “and it'll happen a lot, if you don't find someone who will never hurt you or leave you.” He looked at her, his face soft, hoping she'd understood that it wasn't easy for him to say it. He didn't want her to get upset again. However, she was looking back up at him like she understood what he meant. She nodded.
“Yeah. I've heard it can suck, too.” Selena licked her lips, like she was trying to concentrate on every syllable that was about to come from them again, “I've also heard that sometimes you can totally be oblivious to the person who's right in front of you.” Holy fuck, did she mean what he thought she meant? She wanted to be with him too. Holy fucking shit. Either he was dead or the devil was giving him some kind of twisted, sick, bittersweet dream. David looked down at her only to notice that her eyes were shut and she had her head leaning on his shoulder. He smiled softly. She wasn't sleeping, but she was resting.
Selena let out tiny little breaths, inaudible to even David, as she took in his scent and the surroundings. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting his instantly. He nearly jumped. Even though she'd been resting for a few seconds, he wasn't expecting her to stop so suddenly. “David?” she took a soft breath and David glanced down at her. “Hmm?” Selena smiled at his quiet response, maybe he could sense she had a headache from all of her crying.
“I don't want to throw you off by saying this, but...I've always had a crush on you.” Selena kissed the small corner of his jaw, where the bone attached and kissed up, behind his hear, then stopped. David had his eyes closed and Selena took notice as she pulled her head away from his.
David slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He sighed softly. “You're not just saying that because I'm letting you wear clean clothes, right? Because I know I may seem like I genuinely don't give a fuck about anything, but I really-” Selena had a good way of shutting him up: pressing her lips into his the way he'd been dieing to for the past few minutes. David kissed her back tenderly, so glad to just have this.
It'd only taken a year and four months, but here she was, laying in his bed with him, kissing him like he'd always wanted to. He was waiting for someone to wake him up, or for his alarm to beep in his ear. Instead, one of her hands was on his chest and the other was in his hair, tugging at the little strands that were standing up on top of his head. They weren't the only hair standing up, he was sure, based on how cold his neck was and how she was making the blood rush to every little part of his body. David held onto her tighter, moving one of his hands from her waist, lower to her hip. Selena kissed him a bit harder before slipping her tongue into his mouth, which he gladly accepted, opening his mouth further, before the most magical part of their relationship began.
Within minutes, David's shirt was tugged off, laying on the floor, and the only clothing he was wearing was his plaid dark green and blue boxers. His hands were on her hips, pressing her down into him. Selena kissed all over his neck eagerly, wanting to get closer to him even though it was virtually impossible. She whimpered against his lips and kissed across his chest. Over the past few minutes, they'd been struggling for dominance. First, Selena had been on top, then David rolled them over and before he could even attempt to pull off her panties, she quickly climbed her way back on top of him. David groaned softly. “Fuck...Do you have any, uh, practice with this?”
Selena giggled and sucked along his jaw tenderly. “A bit. I don't wanna discuss it though,” she smirked as he rubbed one of her hips. “David,” she whined, “stop it.” David didn't, however. He quickly rolled them over and kissed all over her neck, roughly, leaving numerous hickeys and soft pink spots behind. Selena's hips rolled into his, eager to feel something inside her.
“Nope. Not going to happen,” David grinned, grinding both hips instead of just rubbing one of them. Selena's chest pressed into David's. David smirked as his cold jersey hit his skin, satisfied with her reaction. Selena locked eyes with him, silently begging for anything to ease the aching between her legs. David got off of her, laying next to her. “Lay on your side,” he instructed her.
Selena obliged, happily, and wiggled her hips. “Touch me, please. I-I need something,” she whimpered. She wanted to get her mind off of Justin and on David. David was fantastic at everything he did, no doubt he'd be good at this. Justin wouldn't even take her shirt off. She wasn't a slut, far from it, but she did have needs and David could fulfill them better than Justin ever could.
David sucked across her neck gingerly, then her jaw, “I'm getting to it, Sel.” Selena returned the favor, sucking and licking across his neck, moaning against his skin. She ignored his attempt to comfort her aching cunt, but it wasn't working.
Selena reached a hand down and tugged her panties to her knees, then wiggled out of them. They were soaking wet and needed to be washed even more than the clothes from the rain. “Tell that to my fucking vagina,” Selena hissed, grabbing his hand and eagerly pushing it between her legs. David glared at her.
“I wasn't ready yet,” David growled, sucking along her jaw eagerly, then kissed her firmly. Selena moaned, sucking on his top lip before he managed to suck on hers. She whimpered, her hips pushing into his hand. He was making good use of it now. He slid one of his fingers inside of her. Selena hissed in pleasure, grinding into his finger.
“Oh, fuck, David...Please...I want more. I need more fingers. Or your tongue! Something!” Selena wasn't much of a beggar, but David had hardly even started and she was already losing it. David rubbed furiously at her clit, so eager to make her say his name again. “David!” she pushed her hips into the air, hoping she'd catch another one of his fingers inside of her. She had no luck. He licked his lips and kissed across her jaw, sliding another finger inside of her. “Faster!” she ordered.
David slipped his fingers in a bit further, so they went all the way in. Selena pressed her head back into his pillow, her breath catching in her chest. “F-Fuck!” she tugged eagerly at his hair, so ready to reach the orgasm that was building inside of her. David kissed her cheek gently and pulled lightly at her clit with two fingers from the other hand, sliding a third finger inside of her. “David! Oh!” Selena was nearly in hysterics. She had her eyes closed tightly, both hands containing fistfuls of his thick hair, her hips off of the covers. David gave her another rough kiss on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth before she could even try to get away. She tugged at his hair, harder, her tongue going at his. They started a tongue war as Selena felt the pressure inside herself building, ready to erupt like an ancient volcano.
All David had to do was give another tug to her clit and push his fingers a little more to the left. He'd evidently hit her g-spot, because she nearly bit on his tongue and her own before screaming into his mouth. She contracted around his fingers, which were soaking more than before. He slid his fingers out and smirked, licking them off one by one for her to watch while she caught her breath. This was definitely not part of her plans for today, but she didn't care.
“You know, I didn't think you'd let me kiss you today,” David chuckled, “Guess I got lucky.” Selena rolled her eyes and hit him with the back of her hand.
“Shut up!” she left her hand on the shoulder she'd hit and put her other hand on his opposing one. “Will you do me a favor?” she batted her eyes a few times. Well, fuck, now he'd have to say yes, no matter what she asked.
David licked his lips, “What, Sel?” Selena rubbed his shoulders gently, her finger pads going in itty-bitty circles that made his eyes nearly roll back into his head. He struggled but did manage to pay attention to her.
“Will you please clean up the mess I've made?” she asked, softly. David knew she was talking about how wet his bed sheets-and her center-were, but somehow, he took it to mean more than that. She wanted him to help her get over Justin. He could do that, easily. He'd fix up everything and anything she wanted him to.
“Yes, ma'am,” David smirked, kissing her firmly before sliding down her body to seal the deal.
Shipping: Delena (David/Selena)
Rating: R
Summary: There was no doubt in his mind what this was about. Someone she cared about had done this and she could tell by the scent of her fucking perfume who it was. It was Justin.
The first knock to the door of his parents' beautiful Los Angeles home was timid. As a matter of fact, he didn't even know anyone had knocked. He was home alone. His dad was working on some surprise for Valentine's Day for their mom and Lorenzo was with his girlfriend. His mom was with one of her clients. The second knock was a bit harder.
David looked up from his laptop. Was that the door? Or...the ice machine? Was the ice machine on? He had no idea. He got up and shut his laptop after saving the script he was working on. Instead of a soft knock this time, however, it was the doorbell. Actually, “this time” is the wrong way to put it. It was more like a million times. The doorbell went off several times. “Holy shit,” he muttered, walking fast to the door. He assumed it was a salesperson or something, which would be hard with the gate, but whatever. He'd get rid of them no matter what. Then he remembered something as he got halfway towards the door: it was raining.
Door to door salespeople didn't usually work when it rained, did they? Then he remembered that it was 2012 and the chances of a person actually working door to door with social networking and cell phones was very slim. Whoever it was that had come to the door was here for a reason. He went a tad faster because the person was ringing the bell again. Maybe it was Tanner. Maybe he was back from Arizona early...or perhaps it was Dad. But he'd call if he got locked out....
David finally reached the door and opened it, only to see a soaking wet Selena Marie Gomez, with her hair up in a bun. He noticed she had some streaks in her hair, which caught his attention more than the fact that his soaking wet ex-costar was standing in front of him, arms over her chest to warm herself, in a baggy sweatshirt and a pair of sweats from Hollister on with a pair of Uggs he didn't even knew she owned. (And why would she? Uggs weren't the best at all in his opinion. Then again, his taste in shoes wasn't so great either.)
After what felt like an eternity of them just staring at each other, eying each other up and down, she said something: “I know I'm probably the last person you want to show up at your door, crying, at eleven o'clock in the morning but I needed to talk to someone and I know that I have a lot of girlfriends but I-I needed you.” This stuck with him. Not because she needed him, well, yes, there was that, but mostly because of her voice. It was the same tone she used when they'd filmed the battle scene, when he'd had to talk her into crying because she couldn't do it herself. There was no doubt in his mind what this was about. Someone she cared about had done this and she could tell by the scent of her fucking perfume who it was. It was Justin. Justin had hurt her. How the fuck could he do that?
“Sel...” David's voice was quiet, because she was so quiet, just crying and he had to say something he had to think of something but he didn't - he didn't know what to say. Selena sniffled and wiped at her eyes, blinking even more of them back. David sighed and took a few steps closer to her. He looped his arm around her neck and pulled her into his chest. Selena sniffled into his chest. He felt her chest rise and fall rapidly against hers. “Shh. It's okay. Just...Just calm down, okay? You don't want to start hyperventilating,” David reasoned, quietly. He pressed his lips against her temple and closed his eyes. “It's okay, Sely, I'm here,” he muttered. He took a few steps back and she followed. He managed to slide his hand off of just enough to close the door. He pulled out of the hug and glanced down at her. She was looking back up at him, with her little brown eyes shining from the tears.
Selena wrapped her arms around herself. “Can I change? I don't have anything to wear but...” her voice trailed off and David instantly nodded, nodding in the direction of the stairs. He walked ahead of her and she followed after him. He walked into a bedroom with a bed and two side tables next to it with two dressers and a table across from the bed to support an HDTV. Selena smiled slightly. “Your room hasn't changed a bit,” she muttered. David turned around, his back to her and two shirts dangling from his hand.
“Well, I'm not a huge fan of change...” David shrugged slightly, licking his lips before holding out the shirts out to her. “You can dry off in my bathroom. Then put these on. We can talk when you're done.” Selena nodded.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, smiling before retreating into the bathroom, closing the door silently behind her. She tugged off her baggy sweatshirt and looked at herself in his mirror. Her bra was actually a bit wet, but should she take it off? She decided it would be a good idea or his shirt would get just as wet as the rest of her. She pulled off her sweats too. Thank God her silky panties were perfectly dry, or she'd be forced to wear his boxers or something. She slipped out of her bra and put on his v-neck. It was a bit too bit for her, but it was warm and warm and soft. It felt so comfortable against her bare skin, just the touch of it made her shiver. She looked at his other shirt. She grinned. His L.A. Kings Jersey. He adored the thing but he trusted her to wear it. All he'd done once he'd gotten it was brag about it on set and say that it had number one on it because he was such an amazing fan and that they would eventually ask him to play for their team when he was taking a break from acting and writing. She slipped it on. It was a bit too big for her and went down to her mid-thigh. Perfect. She smiled, pulling at a tiny edge of the collar to sniff it. It smelled just like his cologne, like him. She missed him. So much.
Maybe that's why when Justin had called it quits, he was the first person she thought of. Maybe that wasn't it, though. Maybe she was here because he'd always been there for her and now that she needed him most, she knew he wouldn't turn him down. They'd gone on a few dates before Justin had come around, though, and after she started to date him, his texts and calls and instant messages had become fewer and far between. She was so glad to be in this bathroom, in this house, in his life. Even if it was just to tell him about her last heartbreak, her last crash. He didn't care. He'd let her in. That was enough.
David was waiting patiently as she changed. He'd adjusted his shirt at least three times to make sure that his arms didn't look like sausages in the sleeves, that it wasn't too low cut, like he was trying to announce “You should've dumped him first because I've got bigger muscles and we all know it.” He let out a soft sigh and the door to his bathroom slowly swung open. Holy shit, she looked like a fucking model. He'd always wanted to see her in that, especially with no pants on, but he knew better than to say anything.
“Hey,” David said softly, patting the spot next to him for her to sit. Selena smiled sweetly and crawled onto his bed, sitting down with her legs stretched out in front of her in the spot he'd pointed out to her. “So,” David frowned, “What happened?”
Selena sighed. “Well, we were sitting on his couch and his mom had just left to the store,” she twisted a wispy piece of purple hair around her finger, “I started to talk to him about the summer and about my movie plans and all of a sudden...He just said, 'I don't think this is a good idea. We'll both be busy all year and we won't have much time for each other. I think we should break up.'” Selena looked over at him. He was staring at his television. She'd just told him how she'd broken up with Justin and he was staring at his TV? Nothing was even playing! “If you didn't want to even listen, you could've-” Selena began to huff out at him.
“I wish you never would have dated him in the first place.” David nodded his head slightly, as though he was agreeing with his own statement. Selena just blinked at him, dumbfounded.
“W-what?” she stammered. How could he say something like that? He was supposed to be listening to her, not being an asshole about this whole situation. Who did he think he was, to go around making wishes on the past like some freaking miracle worker? “Stop it, David. Stop being...mean.” Selena couldn't possibly bitch him out. She was too upset, but if she were feeling just an ounce more confident in herself, she would being ripping him a new one.
“I wish you'd never dated him.” David licked his lower lip, “Do you have any idea how hard it was to hear you talk about him on set? To hear you talk to him on the phone in the corner between scenes? The worst thing is when he came to set, acting like he had a right to be there because you were his. He had no right. It was my place of work and you were just parading him around like he was the kind of the fucking universe. Did you even consider how much I had invested in you? In us? I had my heart set on you, Selena, and you just ripped it out and stomped on it...like-like some heart stomper!”
Selena could barely even breathe. Was this a dream? Or was he seriously just confessing his feelings for her, like it was totally no big deal? She took a deep breath. “What? Do you mean that you wanted to be in a relationship with me?” Selena had just suspected that he'd wanted to take her on a few dates because he could, because he was David Henrie, and he was the kind of guy who liked to do everything and anything he possibly could-even if one of those things was Selena Gomez. Sure, he was sweet, and he was like a brother to her, but it was too hard to accept or to conclude that he wanted to really be with her in that way.
“Always. Ever since I first saw you, but you were so young...And then when you finally were old enough and it wouldn't be a big deal, I was with Lucy and then you had Nick. I know we both broke up at the same time, but it just,” David sighed, making a face, “It didn't feel right to start off that way, you know? I didn't want it to end badly during the show, so when we were just about a year away from ending, I thought it was good timing and then things got hectic and Justin started to come around and...I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be an ass or anything...so..” David shook his head. “I'm sorry. For being an ass and telling you now. I'm also sorry that he broke up with you because you deserved someone so much better...But you just looked so upset and I know that it probably didn't make you feel better, but I had to get it out.” He licked his lips again, then turned his head back to the television, trying to get his mind off of her. He felt awful about this. Everything. It felt like it was his fault, even though he knew it wasn't.
“David,” Selena blinked. Oh, fuck, was she gonna start crying again? He felt like shit now. She was seriously so close to crying, at looked like she was. He couldn't handle that. If she started to cry it, he was afraid that he'd end up crying too. He was David fucking Henrie and he did not cry in front of anyone (except for his mom and dad and Lorenzo but that was one time because The Notebook was really sad). Before David had a chance to say something to her weak little murmur of his name, Selena was snuggled up against him, her head nestled between his shoulder and his neck. He could feel her breath there, hitting his skin at just the right angle to make it feel like this was heaven. What he wouldn't do to kiss her right then, just to tilt up her chin and press their lips together for the first time... “I'm so sorry that I never noticed. I-I think I'll be okay. I'll get over this.” Selena took a deep breath and David's eyelashes fluttered as the hot air hit his neck. How could she do this to him? It was hard enough not to kiss her, but now he just wanted to rip his jersey off of her and do unbelievably naughty things to her on his bed.
“I'm sure you will. It's hard...It's going to get harder,” David took a breath, taking a chance by going on with what he was thinking, “and it'll happen a lot, if you don't find someone who will never hurt you or leave you.” He looked at her, his face soft, hoping she'd understood that it wasn't easy for him to say it. He didn't want her to get upset again. However, she was looking back up at him like she understood what he meant. She nodded.
“Yeah. I've heard it can suck, too.” Selena licked her lips, like she was trying to concentrate on every syllable that was about to come from them again, “I've also heard that sometimes you can totally be oblivious to the person who's right in front of you.” Holy fuck, did she mean what he thought she meant? She wanted to be with him too. Holy fucking shit. Either he was dead or the devil was giving him some kind of twisted, sick, bittersweet dream. David looked down at her only to notice that her eyes were shut and she had her head leaning on his shoulder. He smiled softly. She wasn't sleeping, but she was resting.
Selena let out tiny little breaths, inaudible to even David, as she took in his scent and the surroundings. She slowly opened her eyes, meeting his instantly. He nearly jumped. Even though she'd been resting for a few seconds, he wasn't expecting her to stop so suddenly. “David?” she took a soft breath and David glanced down at her. “Hmm?” Selena smiled at his quiet response, maybe he could sense she had a headache from all of her crying.
“I don't want to throw you off by saying this, but...I've always had a crush on you.” Selena kissed the small corner of his jaw, where the bone attached and kissed up, behind his hear, then stopped. David had his eyes closed and Selena took notice as she pulled her head away from his.
David slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. He sighed softly. “You're not just saying that because I'm letting you wear clean clothes, right? Because I know I may seem like I genuinely don't give a fuck about anything, but I really-” Selena had a good way of shutting him up: pressing her lips into his the way he'd been dieing to for the past few minutes. David kissed her back tenderly, so glad to just have this.
It'd only taken a year and four months, but here she was, laying in his bed with him, kissing him like he'd always wanted to. He was waiting for someone to wake him up, or for his alarm to beep in his ear. Instead, one of her hands was on his chest and the other was in his hair, tugging at the little strands that were standing up on top of his head. They weren't the only hair standing up, he was sure, based on how cold his neck was and how she was making the blood rush to every little part of his body. David held onto her tighter, moving one of his hands from her waist, lower to her hip. Selena kissed him a bit harder before slipping her tongue into his mouth, which he gladly accepted, opening his mouth further, before the most magical part of their relationship began.
Within minutes, David's shirt was tugged off, laying on the floor, and the only clothing he was wearing was his plaid dark green and blue boxers. His hands were on her hips, pressing her down into him. Selena kissed all over his neck eagerly, wanting to get closer to him even though it was virtually impossible. She whimpered against his lips and kissed across his chest. Over the past few minutes, they'd been struggling for dominance. First, Selena had been on top, then David rolled them over and before he could even attempt to pull off her panties, she quickly climbed her way back on top of him. David groaned softly. “Fuck...Do you have any, uh, practice with this?”
Selena giggled and sucked along his jaw tenderly. “A bit. I don't wanna discuss it though,” she smirked as he rubbed one of her hips. “David,” she whined, “stop it.” David didn't, however. He quickly rolled them over and kissed all over her neck, roughly, leaving numerous hickeys and soft pink spots behind. Selena's hips rolled into his, eager to feel something inside her.
“Nope. Not going to happen,” David grinned, grinding both hips instead of just rubbing one of them. Selena's chest pressed into David's. David smirked as his cold jersey hit his skin, satisfied with her reaction. Selena locked eyes with him, silently begging for anything to ease the aching between her legs. David got off of her, laying next to her. “Lay on your side,” he instructed her.
Selena obliged, happily, and wiggled her hips. “Touch me, please. I-I need something,” she whimpered. She wanted to get her mind off of Justin and on David. David was fantastic at everything he did, no doubt he'd be good at this. Justin wouldn't even take her shirt off. She wasn't a slut, far from it, but she did have needs and David could fulfill them better than Justin ever could.
David sucked across her neck gingerly, then her jaw, “I'm getting to it, Sel.” Selena returned the favor, sucking and licking across his neck, moaning against his skin. She ignored his attempt to comfort her aching cunt, but it wasn't working.
Selena reached a hand down and tugged her panties to her knees, then wiggled out of them. They were soaking wet and needed to be washed even more than the clothes from the rain. “Tell that to my fucking vagina,” Selena hissed, grabbing his hand and eagerly pushing it between her legs. David glared at her.
“I wasn't ready yet,” David growled, sucking along her jaw eagerly, then kissed her firmly. Selena moaned, sucking on his top lip before he managed to suck on hers. She whimpered, her hips pushing into his hand. He was making good use of it now. He slid one of his fingers inside of her. Selena hissed in pleasure, grinding into his finger.
“Oh, fuck, David...Please...I want more. I need more fingers. Or your tongue! Something!” Selena wasn't much of a beggar, but David had hardly even started and she was already losing it. David rubbed furiously at her clit, so eager to make her say his name again. “David!” she pushed her hips into the air, hoping she'd catch another one of his fingers inside of her. She had no luck. He licked his lips and kissed across her jaw, sliding another finger inside of her. “Faster!” she ordered.
David slipped his fingers in a bit further, so they went all the way in. Selena pressed her head back into his pillow, her breath catching in her chest. “F-Fuck!” she tugged eagerly at his hair, so ready to reach the orgasm that was building inside of her. David kissed her cheek gently and pulled lightly at her clit with two fingers from the other hand, sliding a third finger inside of her. “David! Oh!” Selena was nearly in hysterics. She had her eyes closed tightly, both hands containing fistfuls of his thick hair, her hips off of the covers. David gave her another rough kiss on the lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth before she could even try to get away. She tugged at his hair, harder, her tongue going at his. They started a tongue war as Selena felt the pressure inside herself building, ready to erupt like an ancient volcano.
All David had to do was give another tug to her clit and push his fingers a little more to the left. He'd evidently hit her g-spot, because she nearly bit on his tongue and her own before screaming into his mouth. She contracted around his fingers, which were soaking more than before. He slid his fingers out and smirked, licking them off one by one for her to watch while she caught her breath. This was definitely not part of her plans for today, but she didn't care.
“You know, I didn't think you'd let me kiss you today,” David chuckled, “Guess I got lucky.” Selena rolled her eyes and hit him with the back of her hand.
“Shut up!” she left her hand on the shoulder she'd hit and put her other hand on his opposing one. “Will you do me a favor?” she batted her eyes a few times. Well, fuck, now he'd have to say yes, no matter what she asked.
David licked his lips, “What, Sel?” Selena rubbed his shoulders gently, her finger pads going in itty-bitty circles that made his eyes nearly roll back into his head. He struggled but did manage to pay attention to her.
“Will you please clean up the mess I've made?” she asked, softly. David knew she was talking about how wet his bed sheets-and her center-were, but somehow, he took it to mean more than that. She wanted him to help her get over Justin. He could do that, easily. He'd fix up everything and anything she wanted him to.
“Yes, ma'am,” David smirked, kissing her firmly before sliding down her body to seal the deal.