Numb- Demi Lovato and Nick Jonas

14

*OKAY THIS IS SEXUAL SO ALL YOU PANSYS WHO WANT A WARNING, THIS IS IT.*

Nick

The next day, I woke up with Demi in my arms and I couldn't be happier. I wanted her to finally come to terms with the feelings she has for me, but at the same time I understand her reasoning for being scared. I wanted tonight's date to be perfect, and it was all going to start right now.

"Demi." I murmured, and kiss her nose, smiling as she scrunched it up adorably and pushed her face into the crook of my neck. "Hey, wake up Dems."

Finally, she lifted her head, pouting grumpily as her eyes focused on me, "What."

I smiled and pecked her lips, "We're going on a date, remember?"

Demi furrowed her brow, "You said we were going  on a date tonight, as in just going to dinner."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Demi, if I'm trying to 'woo' you, I need to do better than just taking you out to dinner."

She giggled, "You woke up next to me in bed. You're shirtless, and I'm wearing said shirt. Consider me wooed."

I smiled, "Nope. You're going to be pampered today. Starting, with breakfast in bed. Now... Don't. Move." Jumping up, I ran out of the room where Demi's infection giggle sounded. I made us eggs and bacon and toast, then went back to where Demi was, sitting up in bed with her glasses on and her hair cascading down her back.

"Order up?"

She looked up as I spoke and stuck out her tongue, "Looks good enough to eat."

I sat down, "Don't worry, it tastes good."

She smirked, "You thought I meant the food?"

I sighed, "You know, your sexual innuendos aren't helping the situation at all."

Demi leaned forward, "And what's the situation exactly?"

I smiled, "The situation is that I want you so agonizingly bad, and you don't seem to have any problem with my discomfort, or discomfort of your own, now that I think about it."

Demi shook her head, "Nick, I do want to take things slow. But to say that I don't want you as much as you want me is so false it blows my mind. Nick..." She moved the tray off of the bed and onto the nightstand, crawling onto my bed and lacing her fingers in my hair. "I want you." She whispered, teasing my lips with hers, "I want to make you moan, and quiver, and have every atom of your being pulsing with pleasure." I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly going dry as she subtly began to grind her hips down, circling my crotch with hers. "I want to hear you screaming my name and I want to feel you holding onto my desperately because of how mind-blowing the feelings your body is having are." Demi's hand drifted down and gently rubbed my member, not stopping as my hips jerked, "I want you Nick. I want you so bad it hurts. It physically hurts when I see you walking around shirtless and want nothing more than to jump your bones. I want you. I want all of you."

All of my muscles went tense as Demi's hand increased her pressure, "Demi I'm gonna-"

"Let go." She whispered in my ear, the feeling of her lips on the sensitive skin below my ear raising goosebumps all over my body. With a loud groan, I came in my pants.

~*~

"This is beautiful." Demi said, leaning into my side as we walked in the restaurant.

"You're beautiful." I corrected, "This is just a building with fancy lighting."

She hit my arm lightly as we sat down, a quiet table that was far away from any other tables, "You're just bias."

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not. I'm merely stating the facts. You are the most beautiful woman in this building."