A/N: Submit story prompts to my tumblr page demenafanfic.
Special thanks to liight-weeight on tumblr for the reunion idea.
Barney
Selena finds herself outside Demi's front door before she can think her plan through. She doesn't call in advance, because she thinks that the recent interviews are reason enough to just drop by, if only to say hello. The giddy but nervous feeling in her stomach increases tenfold as she knocks on the door. The hard wood feels cold against her knuckles and she thinks that maybe she should've rang the doorbell, but hesitates as soon as she hears the lock of the door turning. There's no backing out now.
The look on Demi's face is less surprised and more full of glee. Selena notices that it grows from a simple close-lipped smile to a full teeth-baring one, and this gives her the assurance she needs to step over the threshold separating them to give the girl a hug. Her arms are thrown over Demi's shoulders and are locked around her neck as they rock back and forth, giggles escaping their beaming smiles.
Selena's gaze flickers up and down Demi's form and she decides that the pictures don't do her justice, not at all. Her hair is back to the blonde, although more of a honey colour, and Selena can't help but think how attracted she is to Demi. She looks healthy too; the rosy colour in her cheeks is inviting, and no longer due to the overwhelming heat that used to be present in the girls home.
Demi welcomes her in, offering her water, food, anything, as she literally bounces on the balls of her feet with a huge grin on her face. Selena's smile in return isn't as big, but one of a slightly nervous energy at being in the presence of Demi again. She finds it endearing that Demi wants to be fussing over her though. But it feels as if she's just any other guest at the house, as if she doesn't have any special best friend privileges, like knowing where the pickles are in the fridge. Or, in fact, knowing where the fridge is at all.
This alone, that their separation has become much more than just physical, barrels into Selena, as if she hadn't known all this time. It unsettles her stomach, which in the first place had been riddled with anxiety and worry. Selena thinks that Demi might have recognized her worried expression, and gestures towards the room adjacent to the entrance hallway in order to ease the tension.
They retreat to Demi's living room, which is reminiscent of her old house in Texas. The black leather couches are a little worn, and Selena thinks that they might even be a little familiar when she feels the material on her skin, rubbing it lightly with her fingertips, cold to the touch. The rest of the room is relatively clean, to Selena's surprise, but the small blanket bunched at the bottom of the couch, half stuffed into the corner, and the mess of magazines on the end tables ease her mind.
The mess is Demi, the Demi that she always knew and loved. A feeling of relief floods Selena's stomach at the familiarity as she sits on the couch while Demi sits on the loveseat opposite her.
There are new things that Selena notices that probably wouldn't have been there before. Like the book on astronomy, half-read, laying face down on the coffee table, and the pack of fruit flavoured gum, the Demi she knew only chewed mint. The minor differences spark a sense of doubt in Selena.
Despite the joyful reunion, the room has lapsed into silence. They glance at each other from under their eyelashes and blink away the chance of catching each other mid-stare. They're both uncharacteristically nervous in front of each other, something that had would not have occurred earlier in their relationship.
Selena expects the experience to be more relaxing, to feel more at ease, but she's wringing her hands in her lap, breathing heavily through another lapse of silence, and she thinks that it really shouldn't be this way. But then she reminds herself that they've only really been together for 20 minutes at most, and she shouldn't worry so much.
She attempts a smile at the girl in front of her who stops shuffling to return the smile as well. Selena wants to ask how Demi has been, but she thinks that will only emphasize the amount of time they've been apart, so she opts to start the conversation with a memory, a happy one at that.
"Hey, remember Barney?" This brings out Demi's signature smile, real big, as she hops off the couch and scrambles to the cupboard under her television. She shuffles through a number of DVD's and finally pulls the one she's looking for with a satisfied "aha!"
After popping the DVD into the player and grabbing the remote she plops on the couch next to Selena, her knees pressing against Selena's leg as she tucks her own legs under her. With a huge grin on her face she presses play, "how could I forget?"
They sit back and watch mini them frolicking on the screen. It takes Selena a few minutes to realize that the only scenes that appear are the ones with them together. Scenes where they're hugging and laughing and singing and dancing together. And it feels good.
It feels even better when Demi's hand rests appreciatively on her leg, and she plays with the fabric of Selena's pants between her fingers, almost tugging at it, as if to bring her closer.
They do end up closer and closer to each other. Until Selena's legs are thrown over Demi's. The heat emanating from her body feels so delicious under Selena's, enough to fill her stomach with glee. Their hands are stacked on top of Selena's leg and the childish action reminds them of when nights like these were many with few moments of separation in between.
By the time the video is over Selena feels comfortable in Demi's presence, who hasn't stopped chattering about various topics since the moment their hands connected.
Selena interrupts Demi mid sentence with a suggestion, "Maybe we should make a video, you know? Like old times." The words slip off Selena's tongue before she gets a chance to curl it back and stop them. She almost thinks she's crossed the line when she sees Demi's face scrunch up, her eyebrows caving in towards her eyes, as if she's in between unsatisfied and questioning. One eye squeezes shut as a smile breaks onto her face, probably because of Selena's wide eyes.
"Mmm maybe next time. But I think, for now, I just want to keep you to myself." And with that she weaves her fingers through Selena's and gives her a reassuring squeeze.