Demi Imagines

Rain

You're out on a walk with your girlfriend, Demi...

"Those clouds look suspicious," she comments, and you look up.
"I don't know," you muse, swinging her hand gently.
"It's going to rain," she says, pursing her lips.
"I'd hope not," you respond.
Right on cue, you feel a sprinkle of rain on your face.
"Oh shit," you say, and Demi looks to you.
"I told you," she laughs, looking up as rain falls on her face. She closes her eyes and grins.
"Let's get back home," you say, pulling her along.
"Hey, it's nice," she replies, tugging your hand back.
"No, it's not," you groan, trying to tug her forward.
The rain starts coming down harder, and you whine.
"Demi!"
She tries to keep you from walking forward, and you try to wrench yourself from her grasp.
"Let's enjoy the rain," she says, sticking out her bottom lip.
"It's cold!" you complain, trying not to laugh.
"Don't you want to be like a kid again and frolic in the rain?" she asks, making you burst into laughter.
"Frolic? Really?" you laugh.
"Oh shut up," she responds with a laugh.
The rain starts getting even stronger, and you're already drenched. You try to brush your wet hair off your face, and Demi grins.
She still looks gorgeous even in the pouring rain. Suddenly, that cliche movie scene seems very appealing. You grab her hands, pulling her to you. She lets out a squeak of surprise, and you put your hands on her hips. She smiles when she realizes what you're doing, and she leans in at the same moment that you do.
Your lips meet, and you smile. Her lips are colder than usual, making you shiver. Her hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. You lightly bite her bottom lip, making her giggle against you.
"Now if only someone were filming this," she mumbles against your lips.
You laugh lightly and press your forehead to hers.
"I know, right?" you laugh. "Can we continue this at home?"
"Yeah, we're going to get sick," she laughs, and you grab her hand.
You start running together, and you can understand what she was talking about with "frolicking in the rain". It's actually pretty fun.
Within a few minutes, you make it home. You run onto the porch, and water drips off you. You wring out your hair and shake your legs, and Demi laughs.
"Now wasn't that fun?"
"While it lasted," you respond. "Now, I just want to be dry."
"Okay, same," she laughs. "How about a shower?" she asks, and you raise an eyebrow at her.
"Now, that sounds like a great idea."

A/N
this was kinda bleh but I'd only want to run in the rain with Demi. I hate the rain. BUT HER SHIRT WOULD BE SEE THROUGHHHHH OOOOOOH
I'm all over the place today lmao