Demi Imagines

Safe Place

You're in your room...

"Where is it?" you ask yourself, searching in your closet for a blanket. You dig around for a few minutes before sighing and giving up. "Stupid fucking disappearing blanket," you mutter, spinning around and kicking a shirt aside. Suddenly, you spot it peeking out from under your clothes mountain on a chair. "There it is!" You run over to the mountain, yanking out the blanket without triggering an avalanche. You go back to your desk, kneeling on the floor and starting to fold the blanket.
"Babe?" You hear Demi open your door. "What the fuck? Are you summoning satan in here?"
You burst into laughter and drop the blanket to look at her. "Yeah, I'm summoning my main man, Satan."
"I knew there was something about you," she teases, closing the door and sitting beside you on the floor. "Okay, Satan aside, what are you doing?"
"Making a safe place under my desk. I realized it's dark and comfy, and with a few little adjustments, it could be really relaxing."
"Oh yeah. You're right," she comments, helping you fold the blanket. You push it under your desk like a rug before standing up to grab a pillow. "Am I allowed in here?"
You grab your heart-shaped pillow and glance at Demi, who's on her hands and knees, prepared to get under your desk. Stifling a laugh, you reply, "I need my girl to make me feel safe."
She grins before going under your desk. Since she's so small, she fits easily, and she lies down. You toss the pillow to her before lying down beside her, and she wraps an arm around you.
"This is nice," she comments. "It's calming."
"It is," you reply, smiling softly.
"I love you. You know that, right?"
You look at her, meeting her brown eyes. "Yes. And I love you," you whisper before pressing your lips to hers. She smiles against your lips, and you brush her hair back behind her ear. "Did you eat the last candy bar?" you mumble as you taste chocolate.
"Maybe," she murmurs, making you giggle. "Or maybe I saved some for you," she says, reaching in her pocket and pulling out half a candy bar.
"This is why you're my favorite person." You take the candy bar from her, pulling off the wrapper before taking the bar between your teeth. You glance at her before leaning closer. She gets the hint, biting into the short candy bar from the other side. Within moments, your lips meet in the middle, the taste of chocolate flooding your mouth. You moan softly, making her smirk and bite your bottom lip gently.
"I like this place," she whispers, touching the side of your face.
"Me, too."

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