Author: elitemassacre6 PM
Written off the top of my head. A Demena fic. takes place during the taking of the picture uploaded by sel and demi on twitter on the 26th of March. onshot. very short. ENJOI. you can guess who's whoRated: Fiction T - English - Princess Rosalinda/Rosie & Carter M. - Words: 429 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Published: 04-01-11 - id: 6866981
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Summary: I don't know yet. This is all on the fly. Strangely inspired by listening to song after song of Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros. I apologize if it's overwritten. It happens to me sometimes when something just comes out of me, I feel like i should describe it how i'm seeing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Pain. Pain and Pleasure. Two things most people surely think are meant to be indefinately seperate. And though at one point she had counted herself amoung that very same number of humans, things had changed. Now they had been felt by her heart at the same moment enough times that they'd become one. One impulse, one sense.
The thing that had caused this, while not being a thing at all sat before her now, plump pink lips wide apart, laughter escaping from them. She cherished this, every moment of it. Not simply because every moment was long awaited, but because the face before her was one she hadn't seen in far too long. The temporary structure of lips, brow, chin, eyes, and cheeks long lost but never forgotten.
She would say it..."I never thought that It would be this way again, that we'd be this way again." But she already had, with her body and with her eyes; and the other understood. Dinner was long done, though she dare not look at her watch, afraid of breaking the spell one of Disney's trademark fairy god mothers had set upon them.
Slowly, a thumb was delicately rubbed across her palm, and the pleasure made itself known without the pain. She smiled, her heart aflight. And when the other spoke she reaffirmed. "I love you."
Suddenly the smile fell from the other's full lips and the pain returned, oddly without it's partner, the pleasure. The beautiful one drew her eyes by speaking. "I heard...I heard that you were going on tour this summer, and..."
"Yes, I am. But I won't let It or anything else keep us from being this, what we are right now. ok?"
The table was abandoned, and after a photo in which her love's arms were wrapped around her possesively, the two retired to a loveseat to enjoy the city at night and eachother.
She knew now she would no longer feel pain and pleasure as one. Never again. For her one and only loved her as well. The two emotions no longer fought for her attention. The conflict was over.