Recently, you had changed managements, therefore you had a boat load of paperwork to sign and send off, as well as contracts to read through and amend. So your Friday night was spent comfortable in bed, a Netflix original show playing in the background as you signed and scanned paper after paper.
"Babe?"
"Bedroom." You simply shouted back to your girlfriend.
"Are you seriously going through them now?" Demi whined, stripping out of her clothes as she walked through the room and into some soft pyjamas.
"Yeah, the sooner they're finalised, the sooner I'm free. My agent wants them by tomorrow night."
"But it's Friday night." Demi argued, disappearing for a second into her wardrobe. "I had plans for us."
"Oh, yeah. Like what?" You mutter, frowning as you scribble out one of the policies on the paper that you didn't agree with.
"Well, I thought we could get into something a little more comfortable..." She starts off with, climbing on to the bed and attempting to move into your lap.
"Dem, I really need to do this."
"But-"
"Please babe, I only need a few more hours at the max."
"But I want you." She pouts, tugging at your hands.
"And you can have me... in three hours." You finally look at her, kissing her pout before averting your eyes back down to the paperwork in your hand. With a loud sigh, she flops down next to you and seemingly pays attention to the TV.
However, that doesn't last long.
She moves around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position; resting her head on your thigh before moving it back to the pillow, resting behind, resting in front of you, resting on your shoulder. Nothing works.
"Why don't you have a little break? Huh? Reading the same thing over and over might make you miss something." She says, moving beside you and attempting to take the paper from your hands.
"Babe, seriously. I'm fine." You reassure her, batting away her hand as she tries again.
-
You've heard her giggle a few times at the television, and at her iPhone but you've paid no attention as you read the next page of your contract.
"Babe, look at this! It's so funny!"
"Soon, babe." You say, not looking up at her.
"But it's a puppy video." You can practically hear the pout in her voice.
"Send me it and I'll watch it later." You tell her, turning the paper over.
"But-"
"The quicker I read this, the quicker I can watch the video."
-
Not even an hour later, she's attempting to distract you again.
"God, it's so hot in here."
"S'fine."
"I'm so hot." She whines, getting up from the bed. You hear a bit of shuffling about before her shadow appears in front of you. "That's so much better."
"I'm glad." You smile lightly, still not sparing her a glance. You hear her sigh before she tries something else.
"Shit, I think I over did it learning choreography the other day. My ribs are so sore."
"Mmmm, maybe get some ice. Do you want me to get you some?" You ask, still not looking up.
"No, I- Ugh." She's quiet for around ten seconds before she lets out a high pitched scream that has you jumping in shock.
"What?! WHAT?! ARE YOU OK?!" You gasp, practically throwing your papers away from you as you look up to see her stood there in pyjamas shorts and a bra, looking at you expectedly. "Why are you just in a bra?"
"Did you even hear a word I said?" She frowns, crossing her arms over her body.
"I'm sorry but I-"
"Yeah, I know. You need to read your stupid papers. Whatever."
"Babe." You moan, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards you. "I'm sorry."
"I just want some attention, even a cuddle." She whines and you can't stop the smile breaking out on to your face.
"Come here." You pull her down in between your legs, allowing her to rest against your chest as you pick up the paperwork and get back to reading.
-
She lasted a whole 20 minutes before she decided a cuddle wasn't enough. You watched as she started to move around, squirming against your body.
"You ok?" You asked, feeling her throw her legs far apart.
"Mhmm." She simply says and your left eye follows her hand that's making its way down her body. It had took absolutely everything in you not to stare at her topless half.
Turning back to your papers, you almost choke a minute later when you see her hand stuck down the front of her shorts, moving slowly.
"D- Dem, what are you doing?"
"Well if someone's not going to give me attention, I'm gonna have to do it myself." She whispers, finishing it with a moan. Your hand immediately latches on to her here to stop her movements.
"But I-"
"You just read your papers babe, I completely understand." She says, trying to loosen your grip. "Do you mind?"
"You can't just- I can't just-"
"You can't just what? Fuck, that feels good." She whimpers, managing to get some movements in her wrist from your hold.
"Holy shit-" You gasps, feeling your mouth dry.
"Oh, what's wrong?" She feigns innocence, moving to straddle your lap.
"You're-" You're cut off by a moan as her lips attack to your neck, biting, sucking, kissing. God, you can't resist. "But my papers-" You whimper, feeling her tug them from your wrist and throw them across the room.
"Fuck your papers."
