Demi Lovato One-Shots

New Tattoo

"Hey babe?" Demi called from the living room.
"Yeah?" I answered, walking out of the kitchen with two water bottles and sliced fruit in two big bowls.
"I wanna get another tattoo."
"Another?" I asked, with a small chuckle.
"Yeah," she replied, taking the fruit and water from my hands and placing them on the coffee table in front of us.
I sat next to her on the couch, picked up the remote to change the channel, and turned to face Demi saying, "Thats hot," with a wink.
"Stop it!" she played along, laughing."I'm actually serious about this, Salem."
"Okay okay," I giggled, smiling cheek to cheek. This girl is adorable. "So, when do you want to get it?"
"I love how you just get straight to the point and don't even ask me what it is," Demi laughed, smiling at me.
"Oh, well, that's only because I know it's gonna be my name." I stated, wiggling my eyebrows at her.
"Actually," she started, looking into my eyes lovingly,"No I'm kidding. It's not gonna be your name." The girl laughed and I couldn't help but laugh back.
"Hey! Baby, aww, that was mean," I pouted, making her reach over and peck my lips.
"Sorry," she then turned to the bowl of fruit on the table and picked it up, starting to get at it.
"Pass me my bowl too," I said to her, forgetting it was there in the first place.
"Why the fuck are we so random? We were literally just talking about me getting a new tattoo, then we had a moment, and now we're randomly eating our fruit."
"I know right. You were the one who went for it first, though."
"I know lol."
"Demi, no one says, 'lol' out loud, babe."
"Well, I do so Suck. It. Up."
"Why you gotta drag out every syllable like that? It gets me turned on. Say that again and I might wanna actually suck YOU up." I said, winking at her.
"Ya know, for a gay girl, you really are straight forward."
"I'm a lesbian, thanks."
"Ha! Why do you get so offensive?" She asked, popping a blueberry into her mouth. "Gay is gay."
"No no no. Gay is for guys; lesbian is for girls. I'm a girl, not a guy. Hence, lesbian and not gay."
"Okay, Salem." Demi laughed, throwing her head back.
I just looked at her; she was magnificently beautiful. I've been with this girl for two years already, since I was eighteen and she was twenty but I still get those butterflies. Never have I ever loved someone the way I love her.
"What are you looking at pretty girl?" Demi said, realizing I was staring at her.
"Sorry," I put my head down, blushing.
"Aw, baby, you're so cute."
"Whatever. Anyway though, back to our conversation before, when do you want to get your tat?"
"Uhm, well, I was actually thinking, today," she told me, squinting one eye and biting her lower lip.
"Today?" I questioned, not sure if it was a good idea or not. "Babe, I don't know about this..."
"But babyyyyyy," she cut me off, putting both our bowls of fruit back onto the coffee table and scooting closer to me on the couch.
I pouted looking at the bowl, "Aw, I wasn't done with that."
"Salem, I've been thinking about this for a while and I know exactly what I want to get. It's gonna be my families birthdays in Roman numerals with their names, right above my ribs. It's not like I'm going in there not even knowing what I want yet."
"Okay, but babe I still think it's a bad idea to do it today even if you have been thinking about what you want. I mean, did you even think about how much it's gonna hurt or not?"
"No but that's okay because I have you. My beautiful and protective girlfriend." She said, with a wink and a seductive look. Leaning in to kiss me, she locked our lips together giving me a chastise kiss. I know what she's doing; she's trying to get me to say yes by making me want her. Sadly, it's working; zero self control I have when it comes to this girl.
"Baby," Demi whispered into my ear, now climbing onto my lap, "I want you."
Well, this definitely escalated quickly but it's all it took for me to melt. I pulled her closer to me by her waist and kissed her, hard. Our lips moving as one and her body grinding perfectly into mine. After about thirty seconds of making out my thoughts finally caught up to me. She's trying to seduce me into saying yes to her getting a tattoo today. Well, shits about to get real when the tables turn. I picked Demi up, wrapped her legs around my waist, walked over to the nearest wall in the room and pinned her against it. I slammed my lips onto her mouth and deeply kissed her moving down her jaw, onto her neck. She moaned loudly and I smiled, trailing wet kisses back up her neck until I reached her ear and whispered, "Now who's in control."
"I'm older than you," she argued, panting heavily. I couldn't help but laugh a little, burying my face into the crook of her neck. "By two years," she finished.
I looked up at her and smiled a loving smile, as she did in return.
"I love you so much," I chuckled, setting Demi down onto the floor, between the wall and me.
"I love you too, baby girl," she whispered, looking up at me now. I wasn't much taller than her, me being 5'5 and her being 5'3 but it was still enough to where she needed to look up; especially when we are this close. "So, how about that tattoo aha."
"Ugh God," I chuckled, "you are something else Demetria."
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"Babe, does it hurt?" I asked, with a small laugh, listening to her muffled sounds of pain.
"Ah, nope," she said, looking at me and trying to smile.
I laughed, "I told you on the way here that above the ribs was gonna hurt, Demi."
"I know but, ow shit! Mmm, okay, so you might have been a little bit right with your assumption, ow, dammit!" she yelped, immediately grabbing my hand.
"Keep still," the tattoo guy said to Demi.
"Whoa, okay, hey. Baby you're okay, it's almost over. Alright?" I told her, softly, kneeling down so that we were face to face. I hate seeing her in pain no matter how many jokes I may make.
"You're due for about five more minutes ma'am," the guy said, politely.
"This shit hurts. Why do I keep doing this?" Demi asked herself.
"Ha, that's what everybody's asking, Pop tart!"
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"And... All... Done," said the tattoo giver.
"Yes, ugh, finally!" Demi retorted, enthusiastically. I laughed and rolled my eyes.
"Wait, let me see it," I said, turning her around so that her right side was facing me, "Damn baby! I'm not even gonna lie, that's hella nice."
"I know! Oh my gosh! I can't wait to show everyone," she said, dazing into the body length mirror at her new ink.
I laughed, "I thought your mom hates how you have so many tattoos."
"Oh she does, she totally does but she's been adjusting and I'm pretty sure she'll actually like this one."
"Aw well I'm glad for you baby." I said, kissing her cheek. "Now put my sweatshirt on because that muscle-tee is showing way to much skin for my liking."
"I can't, doesn't the tat need to breathe a little?"
"No it can suffocate, it's alright, don't worry." I stated, in monotone looking at the tattoo guy checking out Demi from head to toe. "Disrespectful fucker," I whispered to myself. I thought this guy was actually polite but now I realize he just wants my girl in bed. "Alright we're leaving, pay the guy and let's go."
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"That fucking dude was checking you out right in front of me!" I complained, on our way home from the tattoo parlor.
Demi laughed, "No he wasn't!"
"Yes he fucking was! I hate that shit. I get that you're the most beautiful girl in the entire world but you're mine and people shouldn't stare like that. It bugs me," I said, sort of sadly.
"Aw, baby why?" Demi questioned, glancing over at me.
"Because, I don't know."
"Tell me," she said gently, putting her right hand on my inner thigh while the other latched onto the steering wheel.
"I just, don't want you to one day, I don't know, see someone that makes you feel those butterflies that you felt when you first saw me. I don't want you to go; I need you. You can't leave me and I just get scared that maybe one day, you will."
"Hold on," she said, looking at the cars rear view mirror.
"What?" I questioned, confused.
"Hold on," she retorted again, verbatim.
"Are you trying to pull over?" I asked, as she was sliding into the next lane over. Demi answered me in action as she pulled right over into an empty parking lot.
"Uh, what are you gonna like mass murder me or something?" I joked, hitting her shoulder as she stopped the car.
"Salem, it's 7:45am in Pennsylvania, during autumn time; it's freezing out. Also, it's pitch freakin black and I just pulled into a deserted parking lot of a closed AC Moore; of course I'm gonna mass murder you." She said, hopping over to my side of the car, settling on my lap.
"Hey, you better be careful Demetria, that tattoo is new." I told her, while wrapping my arms around her lower back.
"Mhm," Demi hummed, leaning in to kiss me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, with my eyes closed, falling more and more into her warmth after every small kiss.
"I'm showing you how much I love you and how much I want to be with you."
"By kissing me?"
"No, well yes, that's part of it but no, now that you got me started though, I guess I'll tell you what I intended..."
"No, wait! Give me one more kiss baby," I cooed, making a silly kissing face.
She laughed and pecked my lips one more time before looking into my eyes and starting, "Salem, I love you more than anything; more than life itself. I want you forever and ever and I never want to lose you despite you not wanting to lose me," she chuckled, "I'm not going anywhere. I want you to know that and I want you to believe it. One day, I wanna marry you and I wanna have cute little babies with you that run around our house with our pet dog named Bugsben."
"Bugsben?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, it's cute. Aside from that though, what I'm trying to say is that I want all of you. From you're long dirty blonde hair to your bright blue eyes and rocking personality. I love you so so so so much and I'm never gonna ever leave you. Okay, pretty girl?"
In that moment, I realized that it truly wasn't about what other people thought of our relationship or what people look at us and what people don't. It was about us and us only. I love this girl more than words can say and I know she loves me back and that is really all that matters to me. So, I looked up at my beautiful girlfriend and simply replied, "Okay."