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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Disney_RPF
  Relationship:
      David_Henrie/Selena_Gomez
  Character:
      David_Henrie, Selena_Gomez
  Additional Tags:
      Secret_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-02-21 Words: 11148
****** All You Wanted in Your Wildest Dreams ******
by myrifique
Summary
     In which Selena picks the right Justin - that is, the one who is not
     really a Justin at all. Secret dating, makeouts, and half of 2010
     rewritten as "they were totally doing it the whole time".
Notes
     "It'll probably be done in October. Christmas at the latest!" Dear
     fictionalfemme, I am so sorry for being so wretchedly late for this.
     Happy... late Valentine's Day? She asked for a David/Selena piece
     that would complement Accidental_Songs (which was very flattering!) -
     and I kind of got a little carried away.
     A thousand thank yous to my beta, summerstorm, who is a genius.
  This work was inspired by
      Accidental_Songs by myrifique
When Selena breaks up with Nick Jonas, she doesn't really feel sad. She mostly
feels nostalgic, and maybe a little angry at how ridiculous the whole Selena
and Nick 2.0 enterprise was. Still, she's a teenage girl, and she's starting to
feel like she'll never find someone because of her crazy life, blah blah, and
this is why Selena allows herself one night of Wallowing And Feeling Sorry For
Herself About Nick Jonas And The General Pathetic State Of Her Love Life™.
She's going to watch Youtube videos of Stay on repeat, and maybe call Taylor to
bitch about it all, and cry if she feels like it.
She's halfway through her second viewing (Nick is about to tug on his shirt and
make the crowd go wild - she throws popcorn at the screen and rolls her eyes)
when a Twitter alert pops up.
     David_Henrie: @selenagomez good 4 u gratzz.
     1_minute_ago via UberTwitter
For a wild second she wonders how David knows about her getting bitchy at her
stupid ex-boyfriend. And then she realizes, oh, right, it's probably about Kiss
and Tell going gold, which is still pretty awesome of him to notice. Suddenly
she's tired of Nick singing about someone who might not even be her, in a whiny
voice that's just a little bit too high, and so she closes the window. She gets
out her phone and tries not to think too much before clicking on David's number
in her address book. He answers on the first ring.
"Mizz G! Miss me?" Something catches in her throat at the familiar greeting.
It's just, Selena still has crying on her mind, okay, and David is being an
awesome friend even if she stopped hanging out with him so much when she was
dating Nick.
She clears her throat. "Yeah, I wanted to thank you for the twitter
congratulations."
"Oh man, why are you calling me then? People are going to think you're pissed
at me if you don't reply to me. I see the OceanUp headlines from here, 'David
Henrie is TWITTER DENIED AGAIN.'"
Selena laughs. "Well, at least you'd be making headlines?"
"Excuse you, I make headlines often enough. We can't all have albums going
gold," he says, all fake-offended. "Seriously, this is great news! How are you
celebrating?"
"Uh…" says Selena, kind of caught. "I was… wallowing."
"Wallowing? Well, that sounds like fun. You Texas girls sure know how to
party."
"No, I, uh. Nick and I broke up."
"Oh." He pauses, and awkward silence seems to fill Selena's brain. She's
scrambling for something to say when he asks, "Is that why you're calling me?"
Busted, she thinks. She's not sure how David figured that out when she didn't
even know it herself, but there it is. That's just how they roll, she guesses:
boyfriends and girlfriends always kind of coming in between them. She hates
herself a little bit. Fits with tonight's theme. "I don't… yeah, I guess maybe
it kind of is. I was just really happy to hear from you."
He laughs. She tells herself it sounds more like a fond chuckle than a bitter
one. "Hey, we've been there before. Want to hang out? I cannot seem to hook up
my DVD player and I would really like to watch Love Actually, or any movie that
allows a sad person to cry with nobody thinking anything of it."
She smiles at how obvious he’s being. "I'm sure I'm the only person who can put
the red wire in the red plug."
"Well, maybe not the only one, but clearly the cutest. Come on, come over."
She says she'll be there in a second and calls a cab immediately after hanging
up, grabbing her popcorn and pickles before leaving the house.
                                      ---
When David opens the door he’s in pajamas and his hair is messy. Selena raises
an eyebrow. “I just wanted to make you feel comfortable,” he shrugs. “Hi.”
“Hi,” she answers. She smiles a little shakily.
“Come here,” he says, opening his arms. She steps into his embrace, relieved,
and he holds her close as she fits her head in the crook of his neck. He smells
like laundry and he feels comfortable, engulfing her like that. She holds on.
“If I had known you were going to be in pajamas I wouldn’t have dressed up,”
she says as they finally part. She points mockingly to her outfit - plain jeans
and a top she’s pretty sure she stole from Alex’s wardrobe.
“Clearly.” He makes a show of looking her over. “Wait a second, I’ll lend you
an over-sized t-shirt, that’s pajam-y. You can show yourself to the living room
and fix my DVD player in the meantime!”
David very obviously just unplugged the wires for her to “fix” - it almost
reminds her of a bad porn movie. He gushes at her genius when he comes back,
shirt in hand.
“Just so you know,” he tells her as she comes back wearing it, “I’m fine with
being one of the girls for a while, and the movies and the pickles and the
pajamas, but I must warn you, there’s a 50% chance I’ll try to grope you before
the end of the night.”
“I’ll take it,” she says.
“Now why don’t you come sit by me,” he says, all creepy-old-man wriggling his
eyebrows. She sits down next to him, the couch sinking a little under their
weight, and she slides down just enough so that their legs are touching. She
puts the popcorn on his lap to have an excuse for the closeness. It turns out
not to be necessary: he wraps an arm around her shoulders like it's the most
natural thing in the world.
He starts the movie and she stares at the screen absently, lost in thought. She
doesn't want to be the girl who jumps into a new relationship literally days
after ending another one. But. The whole Nick thing was a jumble of feelings,
like nostalgia, and helpful hints from their agents, and something of a desire
to prove to herself that she could do it, that she could Be Nick's Girlfriend.
It wasn’t really about love, this time.
David tightens his arm around her at the funeral scene. She lets her head drop
on his shoulder.
                                      ---
She wakes up disoriented, her neck at an awkward angle on the couch. She's
wrapped in a blanket, and there's a glass of water on the floor. She sits up
slowly, trying to ascertain the level of damage done to her hair with a quick
touch.
"Hey, sleepy-head," David calls from the kitchen. "Did I wake you?"
"No, but you probably should have," she says, looking around for a clock. "I'm
sure I have somewhere very important to be this morning."
"Don't overestimate your importance," he says between two bites of toast. "I
called your mom to tell her you were staying over and asked about your
schedule. She said you only have an interview around 5."
"Oh my god," she says. "I'm sorry, I'm going back to sleep immediately." She
sprawls on the back of the couch and fakes sleeping. David laughs. She smiles
as she opens her eyes. "Thanks for taking care of me like that. I hope my
mother didn't give you a hard time or anything."
"Well, I pretended to be Jennifer," he says all high-pitched. "I'm an actor,
you know, so it was pretty convincing."
"I can hear that," she laughs. He offers her some toast and she joins him at
the table. It suddenly feels weird to be wearing his clothes, eating his food -
like they're at some strange level of domesticity now, even if it's probably
the hundredth time they have breakfast together. It's just that usually it's on
set or at a Starbucks, not in his house. David doesn't seem to notice anything
out of the ordinary; he starts telling her about something that she half-
listens to, joking around easily. His hand brushes hers as he refills her
coffee and she almost shivers with the touch. She stretches her hand to clear
the feeling, smiling up at him a bit shakily. He smiles back, looking at her
softly. Maybe domesticity isn’t that weird.
It turns out that he’s actually the one who has plans with friends, so he calls
her a cab and walks her to the door. He hugs her once more before she goes. She
lingers a little, her face buried in the crook of his neck. She thinks she can
hear him breathing her in, but she's probably just reading too much into it.
                                      ---
The following days are filled with meaningless tasks that her agent would very
much like her to pay attention to. Like meeting with Nick and their PR people
to see how they're going to handle the breakup (they’re mostly not), figuring
out the promo schedule for Ramona and Beezus, trying not to check her phone for
twitter updates from David too often. It takes her a conscious effort not to go
to his house and watch the Oscars with him when he won't stop tweeting about
it.
She finally gets the script for the Wizards finale the day before the table-
read and buries herself in it, grateful to have something else to think about
than the weird David-David-David mantra she's been turning around in her head.
She's not sure what's going on there - it's like they had been on pause for
months and suddenly they're full speed ahead, like they're already together.
But they're not, and she still feels like her skin is tingling when she
remembers his last hug, something warm in her belly when she remembers how
close he held her. It's not that they didn't touch before - they did, all the
time - it just feels like more. Like this time, they’re not going to hold back.
She's in that weird state of mind when she comes to set that day. She half-
heartedly tries to pack her dressing room, mostly moving things around instead
of putting them in boxes. She's probably on emotion overload, but it almost
makes her want to cry. She sits down for a while, trying to pull herself
together. Maria knocks on her door after a few minutes.
"Everything all right, sweetie?" she asks.
Selena startles, blushing a bit. "Yeah, just trying to find some motivation to
pack things up in here." Maria makes a sympathizing face.
"I know, it's the worst, I'll miss everyone so much," Maria answers. Selena is
kind of glad she didn't have to spell out what's really bumming her out. "Here,
I'll give you a hand."
Sometimes Selena suspects Maria has fake-mother superpowers. She makes jokes
and faces as she helps her pack, gushing over some fan drawings that Selena put
up. She also makes sure to casually mention how soon they'll be back for season
four, which makes Selena feel a little better, even though it feels like an
eternity to wait out. Maybe because Selena counts time in projects - this
summer is not "from April to August"; it's Monte Carlo, Ramona and Beezus, and
A Year Without Rain. She'd lie if she said she wasn't excited about it, but she
still sighs. Maria gives her a side-look.
"I wonder if David is packed," Maria says, a little too casually.
"I think he's just coming for the table read. It's not like he's really the
type to put up pictures on his wall anyway," Selena answers. Maria nods like
that explains a lot. Like she expected Selena to know. Sometimes her fake
mother is just as annoying as a real one.
                                      ---
At the table read, Selena sits down in front of David, like she usually does.
He winks at her as she looks through the script and she grins in response. When
they start, she feels on fire, like she's trying to make him laugh with every
line she says. He looks her in the eye during the scenes they share - he must
have learned his lines beforehand. Alex calls Justin funny-looking, which makes
David stick his tongue out, then blow mock-apologetic kisses at her. She
blushes. Feeling distinctly unprofessional, she tries to regain her composure
during Jennifer and Gregg's scene, eyes on her script. She steals a look at
David in the middle of Jake's interrogation scene. He's looking at her
intently. He doesn't seem to be kidding around anymore, even if he’s smiling a
little. She feels her breath quicken as she looks back at him, forgetting to
turn the pages. She opens her mouth because she feels like she's not getting
enough air, and his eyes drop. He licks his lips.
Jake elbows her when her scene comes up and she wants to kill him for a second.
She fumbles a bit with the first lines but gets back into it, trying not to
feel David's eyes on her. She overcompensates for that moment for the rest of
the read-through, trying to sound bright and interested, even thanking the
writers after a couple of good lines. She doesn't look at David.
"Last table read of the season, guys," Selena says after they turn the last
page and congratulate the writers.
"Well, we'll be back soon, summer's not that long," Maria tries to encourage
her. Selena sighs exaggeratedly.
"Aw, do you need a hug?" David asks. "Selena needs a hug, guys." On cue, Jake
grabs her side immediately, David makes his chair fall down in his hurry to run
to her, Jennifer joins in, and before she knows it Selena is surrounded by the
entire cast and crew in a giant group hug, laughing and aww-ing and crying just
a little bit.
                                      ---
Selena spends the next morning learning her lines, listening to Owl City’s
Vanilla Twilight and eating junk food. (There’s a scene in the episode where
she needs to eat a burger really fast: some rehearsal is needed.) David walks
into her dressing room after a couple of hours, and seeing him makes her feel
nervous and warm, like she’s too big for her skin. They see each other
everyday, she needs to get a grip. He doesn’t seem to notice anything, but he
sits a little closer to her, his leg warm against hers, his hand brushing her
arm as he turns the pages.
She forgets more lines than usual. She looks down at her script, a lock of hair
falling in her face. She reaches up to fix it absentmindedly, but before she
has time to, his hand is in her hair, putting it back in place behind her ear.
She turns her head towards him, their faces suddenly so close that she feels
his breath on her mouth. She feels like there’s something burning in her
ribcage, like her heart is beating so fast it’s going to take flight. She
inches a little closer.
“Are we really doing this?” she whispers.
He chuckles softly. “Do you want to wait for a more romantic setting than the
couch of your dressing room?”
“No, I don’t - I don’t think I do.”
“Well then,” he says, and he’s still smiling, his lips opening as he moves
forward to catch hers. She closes her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his
lips pressing against hers, on how he smells, on his hand in her hair. She
drops her script, wrapping her arms against his neck, and he brings her even
closer to him, his hand holding her back tightly. She feels like she’s melting
into him.
                                      ---
It’s a little weird going to rehearsal after that. Nobody seems to notice
anything. Selena knows the two of them were already pretty touchy-feely, but
he’s not being particularly subtle - he finds excuses to grab her for group
hugs all the time (“Aww, Maria, was that a sigh I heard? Do you need a hug?
We’re going to hug you, Maria.”) It's like being caught in a whirlwind -
Selena's still wondering if she has been dreaming the whole thing. But then
David looks right into her eyes, or caresses her hair in the middle of a hug,
and it brings her right back to her couch, to their kiss. It makes her blush
and stumble on her lines, but everybody chalks it up to season finale emotion
(and hugs her some more).
He offers to drive her home, but she has a meeting with her agent. "Have fun
being Selena Gomez, Disney star extraordinaire," he says. He checks quickly if
they're alone before lowering his head to kiss her, Selena standing up on her
toes to reach him. It lasts a second, and as soon as they part some of the crew
come in the room. Right. They'll have to talk about proper public behavior,
although right now she wouldn't mind throwing it all out the window and going
for another kiss. He smiles a bit cheekily, like he's reading her mind.
"See you tomorrow," he says.
"Yeah, lucky you," she tries to joke, although it comes out a bit hushed. She
watches him leave, rooted on the spot, until her agent comes to get her and
everything starts again.
That night he tweets Jen.
     David_Henrie: @comeagainjen jen u need a hug. I'm gonna give u a hug
     tomorrow.
     2_minutes_ago via UberTwitter
Selena smiles like it's meant for her, and it kind of is.
                                      ---
They're rehearsing again the next day. There's a bigger crafts table than
usual, and cake, and everything feels more festive. She's the last one to
arrive on set, everybody teasing her. She kind of loves the teasing, though -
she's a little overcome with emotion, with the finale, and the kissing, and the
not filming for months. She's on some kind of silly adrenaline rush. During the
taping she starts singing "I'm So Lonely,” standing on her marker away from the
rest, and David joins in before cruising around the stage in a heartfelt
rendition of "Forever Young". He grabs her and twirls her around a little bit,
and everything feels so ridiculous but so wonderful at the same time. There's
some people in the audience, even if they're not taping yet, and she can hear
them laughing. She feels almost high with it all, her heart almost bursting.
Everything goes smoothly, and before she knows it the director is thanking them
and sending them home. When she gets in her dressing room David is already
there, playing with his phone. He looks up as she comes in.
"Hey, savior of the wizarding world," he smiles.
"Did you get lost again? I think your room is down the hallway," she says as
she closes the door.
"Haha, very funny," he fakes. "Come here, I think we started something
yesterday that I'm not done with yet." He grabs her hand and pulls her towards
him, settling her down on his lap.
"Did we? I'm not sure I remember," she teases before kissing him, her hands
around his neck. It feels exhilarating to finally be allowed to do that, to
just kiss him whenever she wants to, after years of desire brimming under the
surface. His hands are around her waist, just at the spot where her shirt ends,
his fingers playing softly on her skin. She rolls her hips at the sensation,
and he groans.
"I have a plane to take in two hours," he says between kisses, his hands
stilling the movement of her hips. Seeing her disappointed look, he adds, "I'm
going back home for the weekend."
"Right, I forgot," she says. She tries not to sound too disappointed. "One more
for the road, then?" He smiles and he kisses her again, holding her tight
against his chest. Then he's the one rolling his hips, and something aligns,
and she gasps.
"We'll talk about that some more when I come back," he says, and she almost
rolls her eyes at his smug look.
"You're so cheesy sometimes," she says.
"Yeah, you love it," he answers as she stands up, letting him go. "I'll call
you," he says, softer, the smugness gone. He almost looks shy.
"Okay," she smiles. He kisses her quickly and then he's gone. She stares at the
door, trying not to jump up and down with glee like her body wants her to.
She spends the weekend with her family, Brandon and Lauren distracting her from
checking her phone too much. On Sunday it beeps with
     David_Henrie: Im in arizona right now trying to figure out what time
     it is in LA.... its like 11 40 right,
     53_seconds_ago via UberTwitter
and then her phone is ringing and it's him. She answers with a huge smile on
her face, not even caring that her cousins are sharing knowing looks.
                                      ---
He rings her doorbell late Sunday night. Her mom frowns, but Selena just says
"It's David" and her mom nods like she understands, disappearing upstairs.
"Hi," he says. He looks beautiful in the crepuscular glow. She feels like she's
in a romance novel, thinking things like that. "I hope you don't mind that I
came around."
"Of course not," she answers.
"I missed you too much," he says, looking in her eyes. He looks shy, and this
is so far from the David she knows, from the cocky self-assured guy she's been
working with every day, her heart melts.
"Tomorrow does seem very far away," she says as she closes the door behind him.
She wraps her arms around him immediately, his hands resting on her lower back,
her head nestled on his chest. He smells good, like clean clothes and citrus
shampoo. She takes his hand and brings him downstairs. The TV is playing some
cartoon - she thinks she glimpses Squidward Tentacles before turning it off.
They sit on the couch and he pulls her to him, and she’s almost sitting on his
lap.
"So, what are we going to do at work tomorrow?" she asks.
"Well, we're actors, so our work consists of reading scripts, pretending to be
other people-" she smacks him before he's done being ridiculous.
"I mean, about us!" she laughs.
He kisses her with a smile. "I know. What do you want to do?"
She pauses and tries to think about it. He's kissing her neck, though, and it
makes heavy concentration kind of difficult. "Do you think we should tell our
agents?"
"I can just see their reaction. 'How dare you date your TV sister! She's at
least a gazillion years younger than you are! Now you'll be stuck with this
bad-boy image forever!' Yes, that would be just splendid."
"You love the bad-boy image," Selena points out.
"I know," he grins. "It goes with my body." He flexes his arms as he does it,
waggling his eyebrows, and Selena pretends to fawn over him. (It doesn't
require too much work. His arms are pretty amazing.)
"Maybe we could try not saying anything," she says after a while.
"Secret dating, huh? I see how it is. You just want excuses to make out in dark
corners, because running the risk of getting caught is hot. I didn't think you
would use me like that, Sel."
She kisses him to shut him up.
                                      ---
He leaves her house in the middle of the night, because neither of them wants
her mother to get the wrong idea. They both have early wake-up calls, though,
and Selena smiles when he shows up with bed hair, yawning. He shaves in the
dressing room, protesting that he had a busy evening and no time to do it when
she teases him. She snaps a picture and tweets it before thinking too much
about it.
     selenagomez: Good morning @David_Henrie HA http://www.twitpic.com/
     18rua9
     53_seconds_ago via Echofon
The next days are a blur of David-David-David. He hangs in the audience while
she rehearses or tapes her scenes; she does the same when it’s his turn. She
grabs his hand under the table when they eat. He drags her off to her dressing
room between takes, kissing her until she feels dizzy. She drives to his place
at the end of the day, careful to leave ten or twenty minutes after him, taking
crazy detours to fool the paparazzi. He comes over to her house on the days
they're not filming, talking amiably with her mom, like he's always been a part
of the family.
The first time they're almost caught, her heart jumps in her throat. They’re
tangled on her couch and her agent opens the door a millisecond after knocking,
both of them jumping to extricate themselves just in time. Jamie is busy,
though, and doesn't notice anything, even if David's hand is still under her
shirt, caught between her back and the couch. He brushes his thumb on her skin
as Jamie rattles off some info about future interviews, and Selena tries not to
squirm. She's going to kill him as soon as they're alone.
"We really should get locks," he tells her once Jamie's gone.
"Yes. Also, if you do that again I'm going to cut off your hands and slap you
with them," she says, trying her best to sound menacing.
"Are you really? But then, how could I do this?" he says as he brings his hand
around to cup her breast through her bra. She gasps and admits he might have a
point.
After that, near-misses become almost routine. David seems to have a knack for
finding secluded spots that aren't so secluded all over the set. When he holds
her hand behind their backs as crew-members walk past them, she shivers like
it's the most illicit thing they've ever done, and he laughs before kissing her
again when they're alone.
                                      ---
Selena probably shouldn't be as surprised as she is when the end of the season
actually, truly comes. It's not like she woke up one day and it was the wrap
party, and rationally, she knows that they rehearsed and then taped and now
there's not much more to do than hang with her colleagues around huge crafts
tables. But at the same time, it's like she spent all of her waking moments
with David, in what seems like just a very long day since the first time they
made out on her couch.
So she smiles and pretends not to worry when people ask what she's going to do
with the time away from work. She tries not to notice that David stands up
straighter when she answers and all of her plans involve being in Europe for
months on end, how he looks forlorn in their last cast picture. (Cast picture
in which she's basically sitting on his lap, which is probably a terrible idea,
but she just couldn't handle leaving when he grabbed her and pulled her in.
She's not used to him looking sad. She reminds herself that that's a good
thing.)
She leaves set with a heavy heart that day, Jen and Jake and Maria all hugging
her as she goes. She drives directly to David's, and he welcomes her with a
smile. She may be leaving in three days, but in the meantime she's going to
make the most of the hours she can wrestle free from her schedule.
                                      ---
Time flies by, as it does. She rushes around on every official thing she has to
do, trying to get back to David's as soon as she can. She packs her bags
haphazardly, hoping she's not forgetting anything. She can't bear to stay still
as the seamstress puts in the last adjustments to her KCA outfit, fidgeting in
place until she's finally able to rush home.
David picks her up after one last interview the night before she leaves. He
jokes around as he drives her to his place, and it makes her feel better. She's
only leaving for two weeks, she figures. So what if it's almost as long as the
time they've been together.
"Hey. We're going to be all right," he says as she's biting her lip. "I'm sure
you'll be way too busy to even think about me" - Selena scoffs - "and if not, I
hear they have this thing called the Internet now. It's pretty great, you
should look into it."
"I know, of course, you're right," she shakes her head. "But if you decide to
spend Easter in London, well, I wouldn't object too much."
"Oh, you know how to make a guy feel wanted," he grins.
She laughs before waggling her eyebrows. "Wanted and needed, even. Oh, how
could I ever bear to part from you," she says in a melodramatic voice, placing
a hand on his chest in a grand gesture. He chuckles and bends his head to kiss
her hand. He kisses his way up her arm and she shivers as he stops at her
shoulder. He has a way of making her feel like her skin is on fire; it makes
her suddenly very aware that they're sitting on his bed. He wraps his arms
around her and lays her down softly, his mouth on hers as she feels his body
aligning with hers. Her hips move involuntarily against him, trying to get
closer, and he groans. They're not laughing anymore.
"I'll miss you," she says, looking into his eyes, their foreheads touching.
"Me too," he answers. "A lot." She kisses him, her heart full enough to burst.
His hand wraps around the back of her neck as he deepens the kiss, and she
feels like she's going to be swallowed in their embrace. He moves on top of
her, her legs opening under him without thinking. He pushes against her once,
and she gasps, closing her eyes at the sensation, even with all of their
clothes on. She feels dizzy as she wraps her legs around his waist, kissing
him, and he moves again.
"Wait, wait," she says breathlessly. He stills, a hand under her shirt,
probably on its way to unhook her bra. Her body seems to object to the lack of
motion and she kind of wants to hit herself when she says, "I think it's too
soon."
She watches David bite his lip as he struggles to repress a sigh. "No, you-
you're probably right."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be," he answers quickly, kissing the top of her head.
"It's just, I'm leaving tomorrow," she says, sadly. He rolls off of her,
leaving his arm around her waist.
"I know," he says, kissing her again, like he's trying to reassure her. "And
then you'll come back and it'll be even more awesome, you'll see."
She sighs and nuzzles her head in the crook of his neck. He holds her close.
She ends up falling asleep, her head on his chest.
They wake up all tangled in each other. He smiles at her, and she’s pretty sure
everything’s going to turn out all right.
                                      ---
     From: Selena
     I think I'm going to cry on the plane
     10:23pm 27-MAR-10
 
     From: David
     and messup your awesome post-kca look? pls don't
     10:24pm 27-MAR-10
 
     From: Selena
     I'm already wearing an in-n-out paper hat, doofus
     10:24pm 27-MAR-10
 
     From: David
     xactly
     10:25pm 27-MAR-10
                                      ---
Selena has to admit that touring around Europe turns out to be pretty
fantastic. She arrives in Madrid, then spends some time in Paris - she even has
a whole morning to sight-see, and she tries to remember that that's awesome
instead of just wishing she could go back to sleep off the jet lag. Her crazy
schedule starts to catch up with her, though, and she finds herself coughing
and tired under London's gray sky.
"I think I'm getting a cold," she tells David over video-chat.
"Poor baby," he says, and it sounds both commiserating and teasing. She sticks
her tongue out at him. "What! I'm serious!"
"I know I shouldn't complain when I'm on this awesome trip," she says before
grabbing a tissue.
"Well, you're allowed to get sick," she thinks she hears over her blowing her
nose. "That's really adorable, by the way."
"Sorry," she says, mustering her cutest voice.
He grins. "Do you want me to come take care of you? I make a killer herbal
tea."
"Agh, yes, please do," she says. "I'm just an ocean away, nothing to it,
right?" She laughs, and it turns into a cough. He frowns.
"No, seriously, I could come. It's Easter, it's not like I have tons of plans
anyway. You're going to be hotel-bound all day anyway, right?"
"Uh," Selena tries to remember, her whole brain a bit hazy. "I think I have a
show in the evening, but Jamie canceled the rest, yeah."
"All right, then I'm jumping on the next plane."
"What - just like that?" she laughs.
"Yeah!" He has a huge smile and looks like an excited five-year-old. "You just
go to sleep; I'll be there when you wake up."
"Great," she says, unsure how to react, half-convinced he's still kidding. He
turns off the camera and she crawls into bed, holding the tissue box like a
teddy bear.
                                      ---
She's in a drowsy state when she hears the door of her room being unlocked. She
looks at the clock quickly - six am.
"Jamie, I'm sorry, I overslept - I thought we canceled the radio thing," she
says in a croaky voice.
"Really, Selena, how dare you," she hears a fake high-pitched voice say. She
sits up in a second, her head disagreeing with the sudden movement. David is
smiling at her, a bag in his hand. "Hey," he says in a normal voice.
"You came," she says, amazed. Just seeing him makes her feel better right away,
even as she coughs. "How did you get in?"
He walks over to the bed and sits down beside her. "I might have had to show my
IMDb page to the front-desk dude to prove I actually knew you. I don't think
anyone saw me, though."
"Good," she says, wrapping him in a tight hug. "I can't believe you're actually
here."
He kisses the top of her head. "I told you I'd take care of you. Look," he says
as he opens his bag, "I even brought tea."
"Well, that's good, because there's no tea in England."
“Ha ha,” he deadpans before getting up to make some. She closes her eyes,
smiling at the sound of him working around the tiny hotel kitchen. A minute
later, he brings her a mug.
"I wish I wasn't actually sick," she says after drinking half of it. "I look
terrible. And I'm probably contagious."
"Lies!" he says in an exaggerated tone. "Contagiousness is for wusses," he says
before bending down to kiss her. She almost protests but forgets about it when
his lips presses against her, soft and so David. He tastes like home, she
thinks, the cold probably affecting her brain more than she suspected. He
climbs into bed with her.
"Get some rest," he says as he wraps his arms around her. He's warm and
reassuring, and she drifts off almost immediately.
She wakes up to the smell of coffee brewing. Her head seems to have gotten back
in its right place. She smiles when she opens her eyes and sees him.
"Hi," she says. He walks over to her and climbs back into bed.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, kissing her head again.
"Better. I think I'm hungry."
"Good, I'll get some room service." He picks up the phone and orders; she
laughs as he insists pickles are essential to a good breakfast. "Your schedule
says we still have five whole hours in front of us," he says after hanging up.
"How does it feel to sleep in, Selena Gomez?"
"Wonderful," she answers, still too groggy to think of a better comeback. The
food comes and they eat in bed, David making fun of some show he found when
turning on the TV. When she kisses him, he tastes like raspberry jam, and
there's crumbs on the sheets where his weight presses her against the mattress.
"I think I'm feeling a lot better," she says, her arms around his neck. He
grins at her before kissing her neck slowly. She shivers.
"This is an important part of recovery," he says as his hands sneak up her
pajama top.
"Somehow my doctor didn't mention making out in his prescription," she says,
and she knows they're being a bit cheesy. But then his hand wraps around her
breast and she gasps, forgetting about it. He seems surprised, too, like he
expected her to be wearing a bra.
"Is this okay?" he asks, and he looks so endearing, his face all worried. She
almost literally feels her heart squeeze in her chest, thinking about him
traveling all this way just to be with her, about him being so careful with
her.
"Definitely okay," she says before kissing him to encourage him. Her shirt has
ridden up and she can see his hand disappearing under it as his thumb circles
her nipple. She grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs it over his head. His hair
gets messed up in the process, and he looks beautiful as he smiles at her. He
brings his hands around her back to hug her, and the movement pulls her shirt
higher up. He quirks an eyebrow at her like another question, and she nods. He
pulls her shirt off, and she takes a big breath as he looks at her, taking her
all in. She feels a bit shy.
"You're so beautiful," he says, and she wonders if she should feel insulted
that he's saying that with his eyes glued to her chest, but she really doesn't.
"You're not bad yourself," she grins, and he looks up at her before kissing her
again. She wraps her arms around his back and brings him closer. She gasps when
she feels his skin against hers, soft and warm. She's not sure she knew it was
possible to feel that much, she thinks as his mouth travels down her neck
before coming to her breasts. He takes her nipple in his mouth and traces
circles with his tongue before sucking a little bit. The feeling makes her arch
her back, his strong hands holding her up.
"Seriously, your breasts are a wonder of the world," he says after letting her
go. "I could write poems about them. Maybe on them, even." She laughs as he
starts to write words with his finger on her skin, tracing what seems to be
"Selena's breasts".
"Very poetic," she says.
"Well, I have a good muse," he says before bringing his arms around her back
and hugging her closer. She smiles into the kiss. She wraps her legs around him
and sways under him. She feels him hard between her legs, through the thin
fabric of their pajamas. He groans. "Selena," he says, and it sounds both like
a warning and a plea. She's not sure if she should be sorry.
"I think I changed my mind about waiting," she whispers in his ear. He looks in
her eyes and she feels butterflies in her stomach.
"What if it's the cold medicine talking?" he says as he rolls off to his side,
bringing her with him.
"I didn't take any," she protests. Still, in the back of her mind, she's almost
relieved that he's slowing things down. She doesn't exactly feel in full
possession of her senses, but it's comforting to know he's taking care of her.
She brings a hand up to play with his hair and kisses him again. "I like you,"
she says with a grin, her other hand tracing the muscles in his chest.
"I've been working out for you," he says with a cheesy smile. Her hand trails
down and plays with the waistband of his pants. His breath hitches. He looks at
her again, serious this time. "I like you, too. A lot." She kisses him and
sneaks his hand down his pants in the same motion. Her hand wraps around him.
He gasps. "Are you sure-" he asks again.
"Yes," she answers before kissing him again. She moves her hand up and down, a
little unsure of what she's supposed to do, but he moans in her mouth and she
guesses she's on the right track. His fingers are moving lightly all over her,
almost tickling her sides, caressing her breasts, like he's not sure where he's
allowed to go. She moans back when his hand reaches the lower part of her
stomach, encouraging him. He pushes his hand under the waistband of her pants
in response, and just feeling him there makes her light-headed. She tightens
her grip around him.
His fingers move softly, like he's playing around a bit, before touching a spot
that makes her go Oh. He smiles at the sound, looking cocky, which almost makes
her roll her eyes. She kisses him instead, rolling her hips, and he moves his
fingers in a quiet rhythm. She almost forgets to move his hand around him, lost
in the sensation. He moves faster and she bucks her hips against his hand,
moaning and breathing hard, until he slips a finger inside her. His thumb is
still working on her nub, and she feels her muscles clenching around his
fingers, her hands still jerking him off, almost as an afterthought.
"Come for me, baby," he whispers in her ear, and it feels so illicit to hear
him dirty-talk, so far from their squeaky-clean public personas, that it brings
her over the edge. She throws her head back and moans, feeling her whole body
vibrating around his fingers. He kisses her chest as it rises with her quick
breaths, his fingers still caressing her with a feather-light touch as she
comes back down.
"You're so beautiful," he says softly. Her hand is still wrapped around him,
and she starts her rhythm again, like she's thanking him. He thrust his hips
forward, his eyes half-closing, and she moves as best as she can, still in a
daze. He growls her name as he comes, breathing hard, and it sends a jolt
through her. She feels powerful, and loved, and dependent, and about a hundred
other things at the same time.
They clean each other up and he wraps his arms around her after. "I think we
still have a couple of hours for cuddling," he says. She revels in the feeling
of his skin against hers, and falls asleep tracing patterns on his chest.
He leaves a few hours later, but her bed smells like him when she sleeps in it
that night.
                                      ---
When her plane touches down back home a few days later, Selena looks around for
David before remembering that there's no way they would brave the paparazzi
like that. So she rushes to his house and he greets her with the longest hug,
like they haven't seen each other for months. She falls asleep in his bed
almost in the middle of a kiss, exhausted by all the traveling.
She's busy, as usual, with planning the tour and putting the finishing touches
on the album, but not that much. She finds a lot of time to hole up in his
house for days, pretending to rehearse her lines for Monte Carlo with him, even
if the script is still at the stage where she gets new pages every day. They
don't get out much, not caring that LA is as sunny and beautiful as ever.
Because there are photographers ready to follow them all around town, and
because it's like a vacation, in a way, to stay in like that. A vacation filled
with making out and fooling around and falling in love.
She sleeps at his house all the time, her mother raising her eyebrows a bit at
the beginning. Selena tries to convince her that they're not having sex, not
really, and it's kind of the truth. (Of course, last night David made her come
twice with his hands before she returned the favor with her mouth, but it's not
like that could get her pregnant.) After a couple of days Selena doesn't even
bother to call anymore, and her mother looks more amused than annoyed when they
see each other.
Even when they're not actually together, she's glued to her phone constantly,
texting and tweeting him, like she can't run out of things to tell him.
(One time he slips up, and sends this publicly:
     David_Henrie: @selenagomez take me with u woman
     1_minute_ago via UberTwitter in reply to selenagomez
after she tweets something about going to see her fans in Italy. She triple-
checks the "d" in front of his name as she replies with a lot of caps and OH MY
GODs, but thankfully nothing really comes out of it.)
The days trickle away and she tries not to notice their passing, but the
calendar doesn't flinch at her frowns. David seems to feel it too, keeping her
up later each night, exploring her body like he wants to remember every inch of
her skin. She holds him a second longer every time they need to part, until her
bags are packed and she knows her script by heart, and he's looking at her
sadly as she stands on the doorstep.
"I'll miss you," she finally says. "I'll call you and text you and video-chat
you and email you and everything else."
"You forgot fax and carrier pigeon," he says, placing a strand of hair behind
her shoulder. Her smile is a little shaky. He bends down to kiss her and she
drops her bag to the floor as she reaches behind his neck. He brings his hands
at the back of her thighs and picks her up like she's weightless, pressing her
against the wall as she wraps her legs around his waist. He rocks his hips and
she suddenly feels like it's a terrible mistake for her to go away without
having sex right there against the wall, but of course the cab honks outside
and they stop their dance. He still keeps her up for a minute longer, looking
into her eyes, his forehead pressed to hers.
Then he kisses her quickly. "Have fun becoming a movie star," he smiles. She
tries to put on a brave face too and leaves with a bittersweet smile still on
her face.
                                      ---
     From: David
     u crying on the plane yet?
     1:34pm 5-MAY-10
 
     From: Selena
     i'm not even onthe plane yet
     1:35pm 5-MAY-10
 
     From: Selena
     but except for that, yes
     1:36 5-MAY-10
                                      ---
Budapest is beautiful, springtime happily melting into summer. She makes quick
friends with Leighton and Cory and all of the crew, and she has a lot of fun on
the set every day. It's weird to share the star role with this many other
people, since it leads to way more free time that Selena usually has when she's
filming anything. She teams up with Leighton and Katie for an epic prank war
against the boys, and finding her trailer completely TPed or fake vomit in her
food becomes a regular occurrence.
She also has a lot of time to talk to David, of course, trying her best to make
the most of the hours they're both awake on their sides of the world. When she
doesn't manage to catch him, though, he usually ends up sending her long emails
full of things that make her blush, or just smile. She checks OceanUp more than
is healthy just to see pictures of him walking around; one time Taylor sends
her a link to a Tiger Beat video where David says Selena deserves an award for
best pickle eater. It makes her feel way more touched than it probably should.
She still misses him all the time, though. It's like a physical ache, like the
stories she read about people still feeling a missing limb. She gets emotional
about the weirdest things, like when this
     David_Henrie: Nothing sweeter then a girl who doesn't wear makeup.
     3_minutes_ago via web
shows up on her twitter feed two minutes after she video-chats with him right
out of bed. Sometimes she's not sure how she got so lucky, to be in this
awesome relationship where geographical distance is the biggest problem. She
feels like she's in one of Taylor's songs.
They set up his visit for the couple of days that she has blissfully free in
the middle of shooting. She marks the days that pass on every calendar she can,
feeling dorky but mostly excited, counting down the days, the hours, the
minutes. Which is why she's so surprised when she comes home from her day and
he's waiting for her in her hotel room, two days early.
"Oh my god," she says softly when she sees him. He smiles nervously.
"I hope I'm not interrupting a planning session for tomorrow's big prank," he
says.
"Well, then you'll just have to help, won't you," she says before running to
him and jumping in his arms. He lifts her up instantly and twirls her around,
holding her so tight she feels her ribcage crushing under the pressure. "Hi,"
she says when he finally puts her down.
"Hi," he answers with a huge smile.
The good thing about being in Budapest is that no one hangs around them with
cameras and stupid questions, so they can walk around the city a bit, Selena
showing him her favorite spots. There are still bodyguards, though, so the most
she allows herself is a couple of almost-accidental brushes of her hand against
his as they walk together. It still makes her feel delightfully illicit.
The good thing about having a big hotel suite with a view is that they can
pretend they're sight-seeing when they spend all day inside, although that
gives David a chance to exploit his repertoire of bad geographical metaphors.
"I really like the geography in here. Especially the mountains and valleys," he
says, both hands on her breasts, and she rolls her eyes.
"You're such a doofus," and she laughs against her better judgement. He kisses
her, swallowing both of their laughs with it. "I love you," she says, sort of
high on his presence, and his stupid jokes, and his hands on her. Then she
pauses, because, actually, it's possible that she never said it before.
"I love you too," he answers with a smile before kissing her again, like it's
the most natural thing in the world. Which is sort of is. So she kisses him
back, harder. "Oh, did I say something right?" he says into her mouth, and he
looks so cheeky she slaps his arm playfully. "Are we going to do it?" he adds,
wiggling his eyebrows.
"Yeah, we are," she answers, and she sneaks her hands to his pants, unzipping
them.
"Wait, seriously?" he asks. Her heart beats a little faster as she nods.
"Well, if you want to," she adds, suddenly self-conscious.
"If I want- are you kidding me? Sel, I say this as non-pressuringly as I can,
these past few weeks have been driving me crazy." So she kisses him again,
butterflies in her stomach, and then she drops her pants. And just like that,
she's naked in his arms. And it's not like they were prudes before, but it
feels different somehow, like there's something more intimate in the air. His
kisses are more intense and she doesn't feel like spending hours on foreplay.
He checks to make sure she’s all right a couple more times, tries to say she
can still back down as he’s putting on a condom. She smiles and kisses him and
tries to look as excited as she feels to show him how tremendously okay she is
with this all. He looks into her eyes as he pushes into her for the first time,
excruciatingly slowly.
"I'm not going to break," she says, and he gives her a look of complete lust
before pulling almost out and crushing back into her. She tries to follow his
thrusts with her hips, but she gets overwhelmed by all of the things she's
feeling at the same time, and mostly ends up letting her body guide her,
closer, closer, like she could crawl into his skin if she could. He holds her
thighs with his hands, spreading her wider, and she feels him deep inside her.
He sneaks a hand between them to rub a finger on her and soon she's tightening
around him, crying out, seconds before she feels him coming.
He lies down, still inside her, both of them breathing hard. He nests his head
under her chin and she tangles a hand in his hair, caressing him softly.
"Why didn't we do this before?" she asks, her voice filled with wonder. He
laughs and she can feel it reverberating on her.
"Maybe you have a thing where we can only have sex in Europe, because it's
classier," he says, and when he talks his mouth moves against her skin, making
her shiver. "Or maybe you just wanted to have a reason to make up for lost
time."
“So... are we doing it again?”
“Good god, woman,” he says with a laugh. “Let me catch my breath.” She smiles
and holds him closer, wrapping her arms and her legs around his back. She sighs
contentedly and waits for their breathing to even out.
                                      ---
He stays with her for a few days, but then the movie is picking up speed again,
and he has things to do back home. She tries not to feel crushed at the thought
of him spending his birthday far from her - not that he looks too sad to be
hanging out in Cabo with friends, but still - and she takes her calendar back
out. The days pass sooner than she expected, and before she knows it, it’s July
and she's getting out of her plane under the California sun.
When they see each other again it's as if they'd never been apart. Except for
the fact that they're having sex all the time, all over the place, maybe, but
Selena is pretty sure that would have happened regardless. He grabs her when
she's least expecting it, like he wants her constantly, no matter what she's
doing. In the middle of cooking, both of them tumbling down on the floor,
laughing. Right as she opens his door, two coffees in her hands that she
precariously tries not to spill as he undresses her right then and there.
Sometimes she's the one doing the grabbing, too, as he tries to get dressed
after spending the entire morning in bed.
"You are insatiable," he says with a laugh, before kissing her.
"You're one to talk," she replies as she feels his hand cupping her breast.
They end up in bed all day, making out, reading and eating and wasting time.
     selenagomez: LOVE YOU!
     2_minutes_ago via Echofon
"Really? In public like that?" he turns to ask her after his phone beeps with
her update. He raises an eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" she blinks innocently. "That's about my fans. I
love them, you know."
"Oh, of course. I could make a joke about how it wasn't your fans that did to
you what I just did to you, but I'm above that."
"So classy."
"I know."
"A god among men. How can we ever hope to reach up to you."
"You can't, that's the thing." She bursts out laughing at his fake-serious
face. "Ever," he adds, but then she's kissing him so he shuts up.
                                      ---
Her birthday ends up two days before the Ramona and Beezus premiere, in a month
filled with events and glamorous parties, so she decides to keep it low-key.
His idea of "low-key" seems to imply cooking a five-course meal ("It was six,
but the veal burned, sorry about that.") and showering her with presents.
She's eating her dessert - "Chocolate mousse," he said proudly as he presented
it to her. "Recipe as follows: buy in bulk, put in pretty glasses, pretend you
made it from scratch." - when he presents her with another, tiny box.
"Again?" she asks, amazed. "Seriously, David, this is too much, I can't-" He
waves her objections away.
"Those were just trinkets. This is the real deal." She bites her lip to keep
from protesting. She unwraps the box quickly. It's just an ordinary white
carton box, which makes her enormously curious.
It's a key.
"Oh, David, you got me a key to your apartment?" she guesses.
"What? No. Do you want a key to my place? I thought you had one already," he
says as he grabs an extra one off his keyring and offers it to her. She laughs,
touched all the same. "This is a metaphorical key," he continues.
"The key to your heart," she guesses again.
"Okay, Selena, I know you're like, a real-life Disney princess, but that's a
bit too much, even for you," he says and she laughs again. "No. It's the key
to... wait for it... your dressing room! For when we come back, on Wizards!" he
adds as she stays silent.
"But our dressing rooms don't have locks," she says, puzzled.
"Or do they?" he asks, his eyes bright like a little boy who did something
naughty. Comprehension dawns on her.
"Oh my gosh, you got them to put locks on our dressing rooms?" she exclaims. He
nods and she squeals. "I can't believe it! Thank you so much!" she says as she
wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses him, a bouncy, excited kiss that
leaves him laughing when they part.
"It's a bit self-serving, I'll admit," he says. She grins. "Do you like it?"
"Are you kidding, it's like, the perfect gift, I love it." He ducks his head,
looking a bit shy.
Her phone beeps, and she grabs it without leaving his embrace. "Oh, Jen just
tweeted me her birthday wishes, that's so nice of her," she gushes.
"Oh, right, I should probably do that," David says. "Wait a second, what should
I say..."
"'Selena, light of my life, so happy you're finally legal'?" she suggests as he
starts typing something. "'Selena, now that you're a beautiful, sexy woman,
it's okay for me to tell you I've always lusted after you.'"
"I think that one's more than 140 characters," he says. "There, I found
something." Her phone beeps again. "You'll see, it's very emphatic," he says as
her phone loads the message.
     David_Henrie: Happy bday @selenagomez. 18. That's cool.
     a_few_seconds_ago via Twitter_for_Blackberry®
"Oh, David," she says melodramatically, clutching her heart. "You always know
what to say."
                                      ---
Selena looks stunning for Kevin and Zac's movie premiere, if she says so
herself. Sure, it kind of sucks not being able to walk arm in arm with David on
the red carpet, but it's almost as fun to catch him watching her intently from
the other side of the room and to hold his eyes for a few seconds, like they're
alone in this sea of people.
The whole Disney gang is there to celebrate the guys' movie. It makes for a
great party, people hugging left and right, happy to reunite. Even Demi seems
happy to be there, and to see Selena. Demi grabs her as Joe and Nick pass in
front of them, hiding around a corner.
"Sorry about the grabbing," Demi whisper-shouts, probably trying to be subtle
over all the noise in the room. "I just thought we could deal with a little
less meeting of the exes."
"No, yeah, thank you for that," Selena whispers back. For a fleeting moment,
it's like it was before, Demi and her all dressed up and partying, like they're
just about to go crash someone else's prom.
"So, what's up with you, Gomez?" Demi asks in a normal voice. She looks a
little unsure, like she's trying to sound more confident than she actually is.
Selena almost spills the beans about her and David right then and there,
because it's so weird to have Demi not knowing she's seeing a guy, or that it's
David. David whose eyes she elaborated on for hours on sleepovers with Demi,
who was the guy Demi named when asked who Selena should date. She knows Demi
would squeal and hug her and be so excited, and just the thought warms her
heart. She opens her mouth to say something, but Chelsea turns the corner and
looks excited to join them, and the moment passes. People come up to both of
them and soon they're on opposite sides of the room, with so many things left
unsaid between them. Selena sighs.
Fingers wrap around her wrist and she gasps.
"Hey, it's me," she hears David whisper in her ear. He's standing behind her,
and it's not like they're not allowed to talk to each other, but she still
looks around, paranoid. "I found a dark corner, want to make out?"
"What, David, there are journalists here, and our agents, and just about
everyone-" but he tugs on her arm and she follows suit. He leads her down a
corridor and he kisses her all the way, laughing her half-hearted protests
away. They end up tumbling into a bathroom, David kissing her neck, her eyes
almost closed as he pushes her inside the room.
Someone coughs, and her heart stops.
She raises her head, hoping the floor will swallow her whole. David takes his
time leaving her neck, though, and she pushes him off a bit. Zac and Kevin are
looking at them, Zac looking amused, Kevin embarrassed.
"Mister Henrie, Miss Gomez," says Zac, his face straight. "Do carry on, we were
just leaving." He grabs Kevin's hand and leads him out, and Selena wonders for
a moment what that's about, but then David's pushing him in a stall and locking
the door, and, oh my gosh.
"David, what are you doing, we can't-" she protests.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asks as he manages to sneak a hand under
her skirt, his fingers pressing against her through her underwear.
"We're in public, we're going to get caught, we've got to stop, oh, my god,
please don't stop," she says as he drops to his knees and holds up her skirt,
his head between her legs, licking and kissing her. "David, we shouldn't,
don't, oh my god," she babbles and she feels him laughing against her, the
sound echoing on her skin. She can't believe she's having sex in a public
restroom, and the whole thing feels so much like something they shouldn’t be
doing that she has to make an effort not to come instantly, but she doesn’t
last long anyway. She bites her lip to keep from crying out, but she can’t hold
back a moan and David looks smug when he stands up.
"Still want to stop?" he asks and she's so annoyed by his cheeky look she
debates saying yes.
"Shut up," she says instead. "Hold me, my legs are all weak."
"Oh, are they? Man, I am really good at this," he says as he grabs her and
picks her up. She kisses him to make him stop talking, trying to take off his
pants without falling down. She must be more flexible than she thought because
then he's inside her, pushing and thrusting in her as he holds her up against
the wall. She tries not to hit her head on the wall, and she's worried about
her hair and her dress, and the wall makes sort of a squeaky sound with each
thrust, and it's the hottest thing she's ever done.
                                      ---
They sneak off to a hotel after that. David gave her convoluted reasons for
spending the night out - celebrating her movie career, or Wizards starting
again soon, or their vacation coming to an end, she's not sure. She suspects he
mostly wants to have sex all over a fancy suite and order in chocolate-dipped
strawberries without cleaning up afterwards. But that actually sounds like a
fantastic plan, so she's happy to go along with his excuses.
Even after their late night, she wakes up at 7am, her usual schedule burned in
her brain. David is still sleeping, and she gets up without moving the arm he
wrapped around her. She feels restless, the adrenaline of their bathroom
encounter still coursing through her veins. She debates waking him up for a
repeat performance, but thinks better of it and settles for checking pictures
of last night on her phone, waiting for a more normal hour.
At 8am, he still hasn't stirred, and she’s read all of the hotel pamphlets and
even some of the Bible. She picks up her phone again, suddenly remembering
something from last night. She thumbs through her contacts list before settling
down on the Ks.
     From: Selena
     Anything u want to tell me, Jonas? ;)
     8:14am 31-JUL-10
She bites her lip, hoping she's not being too forward. It's just. Kevin was
standing pretty close to Zac, after all. (And maybe if she keeps his secret
he'll keep hers, says a voice in the back of her head.) Her phone beeps a
couple of minutes later.
     From: Kevin
     Feel like a 14-yr-old girl :D
     8:17am 31-JUL-10
She chuckles, happy for her friend. David stirs, and she belatedly realizes
that her phone probably made some noise. She looks fondly at him before
replying.
     From: Selena
     Know the feeling
     8:19am 31-JUL-10
She gets up and joins David in bed, kissing him awake. He whines a bit about
being woken up, but changes his tune when her kisses start heading south, so
she figures they're even. As she cuddles with him after, she wonders about
Kevin and how Disney is the worst place to come out of the closet; she gets out
her phone again. David is indignant and protests by taking out his phone too.
     From: Selena
     Take care of urself
     8:26am 31-JUL-10
 
     David_Henrie: Its impossibly early 4 me.
     1_minute_ago via Twitter_for_Blackberry®

     David_Henrie: In a possible way.
     a_few_seconds ago via Twitter_for_Blackberry®
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The new season of Wizards starts two days later. They both drive from his place
in different cars, Selena taking big detours to make sure she arrives suitably
after him. When she enters the building, she hugs everyone, including him.
"I missed you, Selena Gomez!" he says as he hugs him, and she laughs in his
shoulder.
"Me too, David," she replies, and she hopes nobody can read her mind and see
that they just spent the whole night together wearing very little clothes. "How
was your summer?"
When they stumble into her dressing room a few minutes later and she locks the
door, she feels pretty sure this is going to be their best season yet.
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