Hello everyone ^.^ So because I didn't get to post a chapter last night and I have the day off , i was able to get this out here as well. I hope you all enjoy :)
To Guest: Paparazzi are a very big and very serious problem in the film/tv/music are basically stalker's who get paid for their services. They have no morals or boundaries and will do whatever it takes to get that 'money shot'. In the real world (Which its not but oh well), if this DID happen you don't think for a moment the tabloids and papers wouldn't be hounding them every step they took. Besides whats a Fic without a villain?
On with the show!
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As Demi entered the house, her mouth dropped in awe. It looked like a tropical paradise. The walls were painted an orangish yellow, accented with brown trims. There were two chairs that were on either side of a small glass table which held a vase filed with wild flowers, and this was just the entrance! Thank god they're not roses. She thought to herself, kicking off her shoes.
She walked along the walkway toward the next room. The walls held paintings , pictures and other excellent works of art. If she wasn't so sure she was entering the home Naya had bought. She would have thought she were walking into an Art Gallery. She knew she would have time to further inspect the works of art in the future, but they really seemed to bring out the brightness in the room, despite the fact that there was only a dim light to illuminate the walk way.
She ran her hand along the wall, the paint looked so immaculate that she was almost positive this was painted within the last few weeks. She found it amazing she was noticing all these things , she had never paid so much attention to detail in her life. Not even in the house she grew up in.
Its because this is yours. Demi thought to herself. Its yours, and Naya's.
Demi smiled, she had moved around so much in the past few years that she never got around to buying any place to truly call 'home'. Hopping from apartment to apartment had made her believe that she would never really settle down some place, and she would be a celebrity nomad for the rest of her life. It was refreshing to know that no matter what the future held, she would have this place waiting for her.
Finally, she left the walk way which almost immediately opened up into a living room area. There were two couches on either side of the room, both were the same copper brown that trimmed the walls. An oversized rocking chair sat in the corner made of the same color and material the two couches were.
Mounted in the corner looked to be a decent sized flatscreen TV. Part of her wondered if it were 3D.
Gazing around the room a bit longer. She saw in incline of stairs that she hadn't noticed when she first walked in the room. It reminded her of a carpeted escalator, a half-wall separated the living area and the stairway , which she suspected was designed that way incase the inhabitants of the house wished to host parties.
She placed her hand on the railing, letting it glide along the surface as she walked up.
"Demi?" The voice of Naya called from upstairs.
"Naya?" Demi said with a slight jeer.
"Come up stairs Demi." Naya said in a calm tone.
"Really Rivera? I havent even seen the entire house yet!" Demi piped.
She could hear Naya grumbling, the bedroom must have been rather close to the stairs. "No really! COME HERE."
Demi could hear the excitement in the girl's voice. It wasnt excitement usually associated with love making. More like , finding out you got that new bike for Christmas kind of exciting. She smiled, trying to pin point where the voice had come from."Naya?" She laughed, climbing the stairs. "Where are you?"
As she reached the top of the stairs. She looked in the direction where Naya's voice had come from. She was surprised not to see a room, but a wide open door where the light was almost white and blinding.
"I'm in here!" Naya said quickly. "You gotta see this!"
Demi quirked a brow, walking into the room. When she opened it, her mouth practically dropped.
Naya stood in the middle of the room, her arms were outstretched as if she were revealing something amazing , and amazing it was.
This bathroom was ENORMUS.
The size of the room compared to that of the dining room of the safe house. There was a stand up shower in the corner that seemed completely enclosed by three walls aside from the door that was hard to see through. The mirror looked like a stage mirror, with two sinks , allot of plugs , and a really nice pearl colored marble counter top.
But thats not what Naya was motioning toward. She had begun frantically pointing at the bathtub. No, that wasnt a bathtub, it was a frickin mini juccuzi. Demi was sure they could probably host a few get togethers in here. I mean, that thing could fit like 4 people!
"Naya, did you buy a house or THREE houses with an indoor swimming pool?" Demi joked.
Naya shook her head. "I picked a house with a pool! Not one with a hot tub! They didnt even show me this! This is awesome!"
Demi let out a nervous laugh. "You didn't even see the full house before you bought it?"
Naya scratched the back of her head. "Umm, No i didn't. I mean, its okay right? I basically bought this place because of the security measures. With those vultures swarming around wherever we breathe i didn't want you to feel uncomfortabl-"
"Its perfect Naya." Demi said breathlessly. "Much more than i could have ever imagined. I feel like i'm some sort of queen in here!"
Naya laughed. "No, You're the first lady, remember?"
Demi closed her eyes and smirked, shaking her head. "Your a goofball sometimes, you know that Rivera, you bought yourself a mansion..." She felt something graze her hand, when she opened her eyes. Naya was standing in front of her, holding her hand. The sight of the girl sent electric throughout her body , her touch was intoxicating , everything about her made her want to live.
Naya smiled, planting a soft kiss on the girl's cheek. "This is your house too Demi , Its our house." She kissed the other cheek , lingering her lips on her skin for a few moments. She intertwined her finger's with the small girl's , squeezing her hand reassuringly. "This is where our life together begins..."
Demi closed her eyes again, leaning forward so her forehead rested against the girl's neck. "I don't know what i'd do without you Naya."
Naya kissed the top of the girl's head. "Nor I Ms Lovato...Nor I..."
They stood in place for a few minutes, enjoying the silence around them, listening to each other breathe. At some point, they even seemed to Sync, taking breaths at almost the exact same time.
Demi was the first to break the silence. "Naya...I need to confess something..." She said nervously.
Naya brought up her free hand, stroking the girl's hair with her fingers. "Whats up Demi-girl?"
Demi's voice got suddenly quiet. "Do you know if they brought my guitar from the safe house?"
Naya thought for a moment. "Well, if its here, they put our stuff in the bedroom. Why, what did you want to tell me?"
Demi took a step back,Holding onto the girl's hand tightly, giving her arm a tug. "Come with me , There's something I need to tell you. But I need that Guitar."
Naya looked confused."Okay? Is everything alright?" She asked concerned.
Demi took a step forward, kissing the girl's lips teasingly. "Just, Follow me. Please."
Naya's confused looked was replaced with that of a blubbering fool as her feet practically moved on their own the next time Demi had tried to pull her.
Demi shook her head, stopping when the reached the hall. "Urm...Wheres the bedroom?" She asked, remembering that she didn't quite know where everything was in this castle.
Naya, without another word, practically dragged the girl toward the room.
Demi rolled her eyes. "You didn't look at the bathroom. But you sure as hell know where the damn Bedroom is...I see where you head was..."
Naya turned to give the girl a mischievous grin. "One of the most important places in the house my Sapphic Goddess."
Demi rolled her eyes again, blushing furiously. She was never going to live down adding that line into the scene...
Naya practically pulled the girl into the room, twisting her so their bodies crushed together, facing each other. "Now..." She whispered teasingly. "What is it you wanted to show me..." her mouth seemed to move on its own, kissing along the girl's jawline.
Demi bit her lip , fighting with her body so she could properly do what she needed to do. "Naya...I really really need you to stop..." She all but moaned, her voice quivering slightly.
Naya stopped suddenly, rising to meet her eyes. The playfulness was gone, replaced with worry. "Are you okay?"
Demi was still biting her lip , oh how she wanted to give in completely to the girl. It had been too long, and this last week had been all but torture. "I-I need to find my guitar!" She practically shouted, letting go of the girl's hand.
Naya blinked somewhat bewildered. Cocking her head to the side , she watched the girl. "Demi...What are you doing?"
Demi started moving a few boxes around, searching for her graffiti'd guitar case. She hoped it was here. She needed it to be here...
Naya give a small laugh, shaking her head , joining the girl in the search of her guitar.
Demi moved a particularly heavy box, seeing the scribbles of her guitar case. "YES!" She exclaimed happily.
"Found it?" Naya asked, her head popping up from a tower of boxes.
Demi unclipped the locks on the case, revealing her old guitar that she had since she was ten. She ran her fingers along the wood, then nodded, slipping it from the case.
Naya walked back to the open floor in the bedroom, crossing her arms. "Okay, so you found your guitar..."
Demi bit her lip again, plucking at the strings, it was badly out of tune. "Just a second." She whispered. "I promise its worth it."
Naya gave a chuckle. "Alright..." She walked over to the bed, taking a seat. "I'm waiting."
It took Demi a few minutes to re-tune the guitar , she almost thought one of the strings was going to break. After she was satisfied with the sound, she wrapped the strap around her back, moving over to sit in front of the Latina. "So..."
Naya raised an eyebrow. "So ...what?"
Demi looked down, her hands were resting on the strings of the guitar. "Well, that night..." She began. "The night you were...gone."
Naya flinched, her hand moving to her own neck. Rubbing it where the tranquilizer had hit her that night.
Demi took a breath. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Its just that...that night. When I went upstairs , I wanted to give you something..."
"I remember..." Naya said quietly.
Demi kept her hands on the strings. Looking down at the scars on her arm. "It... I'm sorry. I really didn't want to bring up that night...But, what I wanted to do. What i had..." She took another breath , clearing her thoughts. "I wrote you a song."
Naya blinked, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't having flashbacks while the girl talked. But the promise of the song seemed to shake her from shutting down completley. "A song." She said flatly.
Demi flinched at the tone of the girl's voice. But she understood why, she had just unearthed some pretty bad thoughts. "Yes Naya. A song for you."
Naya closed her eyes, she silently counted backwards from 20. Breathing deeply with every number she thought. Every second that went by, her mind seemed to stabilize. But by the time she reached zero. She found she was still not entirely relieved.
It almost broke her to see Naya like this. Every time she's seen the girl in the last week, Naya had been her rock. Obviously , she was suffering as well. She just had a different way of expressing it. "We can wait Naya... I'm sorry. It was Selfish of me to bring that up..."She put her hands on the straps. "Lets go make something to eat-"
"Play it please." Naya's voice quivered.
Demi stopped, her hands hovering on the guitar strap. "Naya..."
"Demi, Please..." Naya's voice was still shaky, squinting her eyes more. "I need to hear your voice."
Demi hovered for a second, before closing her own eyes, letting her fingers strum the strings on the guitar. It was a simple tune, using very common chords that seemed to meld into the room. Opening her eyes, Demi noticed Naya wasn't squinting as hard, she seemed to be listening to the music, it seemed to be helping. Taking a deep breath, she softly began to sing.
"I saw you first on the TV screen,
You looked so bright and new."
Naya's eyes opened at her words, But her eyes were still at a downcast. Demi kept her eyes on the girl, preparing to stop at any moment.
"Your eyes lit up, you began to sing."
Then suddenly I knew."
Demi took another breath, singing a bit louder.
"My worries went away, As my heart it went astray...
"I had to have you. Girl... "
Naya looked up at her, meeting Demi's eyes.
"I had to have you..."
Demi gave the girl a smile, strumming the guitar for a few measures.
"I met you there on that crummy scene,
where our lives would just begin."
She felt herself laugh, remembering the day 'Dani' and 'Santana' had first met. Even in those days how electric they were together.
"I felt your body close to me,
And I begged to be let in."
Demi saw the sides of the girl's lips curling in a smile, which she returned before taking another breath.
"I felt your lips, and you took mine,
For that moment we were stuck in time."
"I knew I had you, Girl."
"I knew I had you..."
For the first time that she had begun to sing, she closed her eyes. They key shifted as her voice elevated with the song's progression.
"Hello you there ,with that wavy hair ,with your bight and lovely eyes..."
"I saw you breathe, as you glanced at me , and you looked so damn divine."
She opened her eyes,a hint of laughter still lingered in her last verse. But she seemed afraid to meet the girl's eyes. Keeping them cast down at her fingers as she played.
"So I took my guitar, and played it far , to a time that i could see..."
The guitar strums became slower, accenting on the chords one by one. Letting them linger in the room.
"And I knew in that moment..."
She took a deep breath. sliding the guitar from her body. She scooted over to the girl,reaching into her pocket, gazing into her eyes that were the eyes she knew and loved. Taking both of her hands in her own, she slid a ring on the Latina's finger. It fit like a glove.
"You were meant for me..."
Naya hicked slightly, letting out a shuttering laugh. "Dem..." She croaked out. "I already beat you to it." She tried to joke.
Demi smiled at the girl, caressing the girl's ring'd finger. "But I got the ring..." She whispered lovingly.
Naya practically dove into the girl. Wrapping her arms around her in a deep embrace. Her forehead burying itself deep into the other girl's shoulder and neck. "If you would have asked that night, I would have said yes...I love you so much Demi Lovato."
Demi leaned her head against the other woman's , her heart was racing a mile a minute.
Naya looked up to Demi , all shreds of fear were gone. Her eyes sparkling with the rays of the sunset that shone through the bedroom window. Demi couldn't help but note how her eyes looked like they were almost bronze as the sun illuminated them. She looked almost girl like her didn't belong in the realm of mortals.
Naya chuckled. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?" Demi asked.
"Like your trying to study me like a piece of Art or something." Naya mumbled.
Demi kissed the girl's forehead. "Art doesn't describe it, Madam President."
Naya curled her lip between her teeth. "Oh, so i'm back to being President?"
Demi nodded. "Now..."She purred. "I'm going to go into that room we call a bathroom,with the indoor swimming pool...I expect you to be in there in 5 minutes wearing that ring..."
Naya grinned. "Its on, its never coming off."
Demi shook her head, leaning in to whisper into the girls ear. "Wearing only the ring Naya..."
Demi ducked from the girl's embrace to stand swiftly at the edge of the bed. Naya's face was priceless. Her face had practically turned a new shade of red as he mouth hung open in utter shock. It reminded her of the diner scene where Dani and Santana had 'connected'. Though this, she had to admit. Was 100 times better.
Making sure to swish her hips from side to side, she walked toward the door. Stopping at the entrance to slightly turn her head. "Remember Naya...5 minutes..."
"Y-yes ma'am..." Naya whispered.
Demi chuckled, leaving the room. This was going to be fun.