Taste for Devonne (Demi Lovato Fanfic)

Chapter 9

Demi POV 

So, I do my research and decide to take her to a small Mexican restaurant.

"Oh, I've actually never been here before, but I've heard it's amazing!" she says as we sit down at a booth in the back.

The waiter walks up, "Our margaritas are two for one tonight.  Could I interest you in any of those?"

I tense up, feeling my heart rate increase a little bit.  I look down at my hands, and try to get rid of the thoughts.  All the thoughts that I'm not good enough and that I need something to numb me out.  That's when I feel her soft hand wrap around mine.

"We'll just take water, thanks!" she says, lightly.  When I look up, I can see the worry in her eyes.  

"How much do you know?" I ask.

"Enough," she responds quietly with a small smile played across her lips.  Her eyes are soft with compassion.  "I don't need to know everything until you're ready to tell me but I know enough."

Then she taps me on the back of the hand and says, "so what do you think of those two over there? Do you think they're together?"

She uses her eyes to point in the direction of a guy and a girl nervously waiting for their food.  The girl is playing with her hair and the boy is fiddling with his pop socket.

"For sure, they're together but this is definitely a first or second date together.   They probably met online or through a mutual friend, but they're not comfortable enough around each other to be comfortable on a date together.  They're fidgety. Nervous." I respond, taking a sip of my water.

"Ok, what about them?" she asks using this as a way to distract me but also keeping us entertained while waiting for food.

"The girls over there?" I ask.  She nods.  "Not a chance they're gay.  Not a shot in hell."  I tilt my head.  They're both smiling and laughing, but there's no contact between them.  Any couple this comfortable with each other would be reaching to touch one another as well.

"I beg to differ," she says competitively.  "I think they're both gay.  They're both wearing ripped jeans, and they seem to be getting along well.  Neither one of them is sitting correctly in the booth, and I bet if we check their phones, they type in all lower case letters." 

I laugh straight out loud, drawing some attention, but I don't care.  That was funny.  

Our food comes; we decided to split a taco salad.  After we eat, I pay, and we head back to her apartment.

When we get to her apartment, she asks if I want to stay and watch another movie.  I laugh, thinking about the fact that we've already been so lazy today, but then excitedly run inside and plop on the couch.

I could get used to being with a girl who literally only wants to lay on the couch and watch movies.

We grab some Sour Patch Watermelons and some glasses of Coke, and we settle in to watch Mean Girls.

I lean into the corner of the wrap around couch, and I open my arms invitingly with a big smile on my face.  She quickly climbs over giggling, and snuggles into me as I wrap my arms around her in a big bear hug.  She reaches over me to grab the big fuzzy blanket and we drape it over ourselves.

She nuzzles up into the crook of my neck, smiling into my skin.   I can feel the warmth of her breath and the steady rise and fall of her chest.  I laugh, "Are you even watching the movie?" I ask.  "Mmm no," she responds in more of a tired groan than anything else.  I smile and shut off the movie, because, honestly, I'm not watching either.  

I scoot down, so I'm laying flat on the couch with a throw pillow under my head and my Alex on top of me.  She smiles bigger if that's even possible.  "So, can we just cuddle for a while then?" I ask, moving her hair out of her face.  She looks up at me, smiling even wider.  "I'd like that," she says before kissing my butt chin.  I giggle, and she scoots up so she can reach my lips, straddling me.  I instinctively reach down, resting my hands on the backs of her thighs.  She then pulls away and traces my lips with her pointer finger, drawing lines down every edge of my face, and then down to my neck and collar bone.  It feels so light, and all the energy in my body is focused on the contact she is providing.

Then she bites her lip, looking mischievous.  She kisses me lightly just under my ear, breathing heavily.  She moves her lips down my jawline, and then follows the same path she had made with her finger a second ago.  Without meaning to, I grip onto her thighs harder, trying to keep myself from getting too heated.  She's teasing me, and she knows that she has me wrapped around her finger at the moment.  She giggles.

"I see somebody's a little eager," she whispers against me.  She hooks her pointer finger into the top of my shirt and pulls down, kissing my cleavage once softly. 

Without meaning to or being able to stop myself, I arch my back slightly, moaning.

"Stop," I finally whisper.  She looks up at me, confused.  "I'm not ready for this right now; it's nothing you did," I say.  She nods, and I can see the disappointment in her eyes, but I know she understands.  She hugs me and snuggles back into me, laying back into my chest.  My hands move to her upper back, holding her closely, and never wanting to let go.  I can feel our heartbeats starting to settle and our breaths regulating.

I really like this girl, but I'm just not ready yet.  The last time I was in a relationship was in the 'before' and I'm struggling a little to move to the 'after'.