After the show, Emma gets an Uber back to the hotel and yawns. She has a piercing headache. A mix of being stressed and having a mild concussion. She's got her mind on one thing and one thing only, though...Demi.
Damian spoke with her at the end of the show, apologizing on Rhea's behalf and checking on her. She managed to get Demi's room number from him and she's going to go talk to her. Whether she wants to or not.
When the driver pulls up to the hotel door, Emma thanks him and gets out. She grabs her backpack and makes her way inside, following the signs for Demi's room number. Once she's outside the door, Emma takes a deep breath and knocks.
"Who is it?" Demi asks softly from inside.
"It's Emma." She replies.
There's a pause before she speaks again, "just..just give me some space."
"Demi I'm not leaving until we talk. If that means having a conversation through this door then so be it. But I'm not leaving."
There's another pause before Emma hears a sigh and the lock unlatching on the door. It opens and there stands a fresh-faced Demi, her eyes still slightly puffed and her cheeks flushed. She stands aside and Emma walks in, setting her bag down by the bed.
Demi walks back over and sits on the edge of the bed. Emma stands in front of her.
"Demi..what happened yesterday? Can you tell me what I did?" She asks softly.
Demi looks down at her hands.
"You really don't know?" She asks.
Emma kneels down and puts her hands on Demi's knees.
"I really don't."
"You were flirting with Dom.." She whispers.
Emma is taken aback. She frowns a little and shakes her head.
"Baby no. I was teaching him how to dance. I swear to you that's all it was. I mean have you seen him dance?"
Demi laughs a little and wipes a tear from her eye.
"You promise that's all it was?"
"I can do better than promise." Emma says.
Demi looks at her as Emma takes her hands in her own. She pulls them to her lips and kisses the backs of them before turning them over and kissing her palms. A small smile creeps across Demi's lips.
"There's that beautiful smile." Emma says as she leans up and plants a kiss on Demi's lips.
She kisses her back and feels Emma reaching around to untie her tank top. Demi lets her pull it off of her and slowly starts to cover up.
"Don't baby." She says and moves Demi's arms.
Emma lies her back on the bed gently and undoes her belt and her jeans before grabbing them and her panties and slipping them off of her. Demi bites her lip and watches as Emma fiddles with her backpack before pulling out a vibrator. Demi raises an eyebrow.
"You just carry that around with you?" She asks.
"A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." Emma says.
She turns it on and straddles Demi. Emma lowers the vibrator and sets it against one of Demi's nipples as she takes the other into her mouth.
"Fuck.." Demi sighs.
Emma circles the vibrator around it and slowly slides it between her boobs, down her belly and slowly towards her center. She smiles as Demi's body starts to roll, her hips squirming as she softly moans, waiting, anticipating.
As she leans back up to kiss Demi again, Emma presses the vibrator against her clit, rubbing it in circles slowly. Demi moans loudly into her mouth as they taste each other's tongues.
Emma lowers the vibrator and softly pushes it into her, rubbing her clit with her thumb as she pushes it deep.
"Mmm fuck Emma!" Demi breaks the kiss to half shout half moan.
"You like it baby?" Emma asks.
Demi nods and moans, her back arching as Emma sucks on her nipple again. She continues circling her clit with her thumb as she holds the vibrator deep inside of her against her spot. Demi's moans grow louder as she gets closer, she reaches for Emma and digs her acrylic nails into her back over her shirt.
Emma groans softly but doesn't let up. Not until Demi is screaming, her nails digging deeper as her hips buck against her, cum pouring from Demi quickly as she continues to hold the vibrator inside of her.
"EMMA!" She shouts as cum shoots from her.
Turning the vibrator off and slowly pulling it from her, Emma places little kisses on Demi's neck and cheek as she comes down. She sees the exhausted look in her eyes as they can barely stay open.
Emma turns her head to drop the vibrator on the floor. She feels a soft hand on the bandage at the back of her head and winces a little. Not from pain, but from something else. Fear maybe?
She slowly looks back and sees Demi's eyes full of tears again.
"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" She whispers.
"It wasn't you. Don't be sorry. I'm okay. Just a small concussion." Emma replies in a whisper of her own.
Demi sniffs and says, "you didn't deserve that."
Emma shakes her head and kisses her softly.
"It wasn't you. Get some rest okay? You have a Supershow tomorrow." Emma replies.
She pulls Demi into her arms and holds her tight against her chest. As Demi slowly falls asleep, Emma thinks about earlier. How Rhea shoved her off the couch. How she hit her head because of it. How she was bleeding and hurt but Rhea didn't care.
Then she thinks about how Rhea is very much a part of Demi. That she'll have to see her again if she wants to continue seeing Demi. But there's a hesitation pulling at her heart. A hesitation she doesn't know if she should fight.
Rhea hurt her. She shoved her and didn't care when she got hurt. All because of a misunderstanding.
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