Demi Imagines

Clumsy

You're trying to paint your nails with your girlfriend, Demi...

"Fuck!"
"I told you to close that!"
"I did! Once. Then I opened it again," she says sheepishly as she scrambles to wipe up the spilled nail polish.
"God, Dems, you're so clumsy."
"Oh shut up," she laughs.
"Hey, I'm not complaining," you respond with a chuckle.
"Thank you," she says as she finally closes the bottle and stands up. She steps forward, but her foot gets caught in one of the blankets on the couch, and she crashes to the floor. "Fuck!" she shrieks, rolling over and somehow managing to get her legs wrapped up in the blanket. "Assholian blanket, get your filthy mitts off me," she snaps, making you burst out laughing.
"I can't breathe," you laugh, closing your eyes and laughing uncontrollably.
"Not funny," she mutters, getting up and tossing the blanket aside. "All these inanimate objects are out to get me."
"You're just clumsy."
"No. No, I'm not. And I'm not going to trip over that pillow as if to prove your point, okay?" she responds, glaring at the pillow on the floor.
"You'll prove my point in some way or another."
"Unfortunately, you're most likely right," she laughs, sitting down beside you and grabbing a bottle of nail polish. "We haven't even started on this."
"Oh forget it. I don't feel like it anymore. I wanna cuddle," you say, and she grins. Putting the bottle down, she throws her arms around you, and you roll around on the floor, both of you laughing.
"You're so cute," she says before kissing you.
"So are you," you mumble, smiling against her lips.
"You're so much fun to be around."
"You're more fun," you giggle, putting both hands on her face.
"Thank you," she laughs, pressing her forehead to yours. "Hey, I haven't proven my clumsiness," she says, and just as she says it, she kicks the table, knocking over half the nail polish bottles off the table and onto the floor. She looks back and groans. "That didn't count. My foot is not part of my body."
"Mhmm. Has a mind of its own, I take it?"
"Fuck yes it does," she responds, laughing.
"At least your lips are yours," you tease, kissing her again.
"Oh I think you're mistaken," she mumbles against your lips.
"Am I?"
"My lips are yours," she says with a smirk before kissing you again.
"I love the sound of that," you whisper.
"So do I."

A/N
This is so cute like think of clumsy Demi like fuck that's so cute
So cute
Don't touch me