Demi Imagines

Waxing

You're at a waxing salon with your girlfriend...

"I'm so nervous," she says, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.
"It's just your legs. Imagine if it were your cat," you say, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"You mean my puss—"
"Hello," the waxing lady comes inside before Demi can finish her statement.
She blushes and glances at me, and I stifle my laughter.
"How are you today?" the lady asks. "I'm Angela, and I'll be taking care of you today."
"Nervous," Demi says.
"Take care of like mafia?" you joke, earning a glare from Demi—but Angela laughs.
"Maybe next time. Today, I'm going to just wax you," she responds, and Demi rolls her eyes at you.
"Thanks," she says.
"You're welcome, love," you say, making Angela chuckle.
"You're insufferable," Demi says.
"Love you, too," you tell her as Angela prepares her things.
"You two are cute," she says, a smile on her face. "Reminds me of my girlfriend."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"You don't remain straight when you're around naked women all the time," she says, making you burst into laughter. "But no worries. My gay is set to battery mode when I'm at work."
"Oh my god," Demi says, starting to laugh.
"Your gay is set to turbo mode all the time," you tell her, and she smacks your arm lightly.
"You're one to talk."
"Oh you know I'm right."
"God, you're annoying," Demi groans, making both you and Angela laugh.
After a while, Angela starts to wax Demi's legs. Demi, during this time, clutches your hand like a madwoman. It would be an understatement to say she's nervous.
"Is it hot or something?" you ask her, and she looks up at you.
"Not really. I'm just worried about the tearing off."
"It's actually not that painful," Angela assures her, but Demi still looks freaked out.
"It's scary," she says, and you squeeze her hand.
"I'll protect you from the scary wax," you tell her, and she huffs.
"Take this seriously!"
"You're being ridiculous. It's not a big deal."
"Then why don't you—AH!" Angela had ripped off the strip, making Demi jump in surprise.
"That wasn't painful at all, was it?" Angela asks, and Demi makes a face.
"...No."
"Told you," she teases before continuing.
"You feeling better now?" you ask, trying not to laugh.
"Oh shut up."

A/N
this was short but fun to write haha