Anonymous asked: "can you write one where demi says she's not ticklish and wilmer chases her around her apartment and pins her down and tickles the shit out of her and it's real cute n stuff :)"
Demi’s POV:
Wilmer and I were curled up on my couch at my apartment watching a DVD, but I couldn’t focus. It had been a long day at The X-Factor and even though I was exhausted I had gained a second wind; I couldn’t stop moving.
“Nena? Are you ok” Wilmer chuckles as I reposition myself into the couch for what feels like the twentieth time in ten minutes. I feel a mischievous grin spread across my face. I hold onto his arm and tickle my finger nails up and down the length of his forearm. “I think I’ve hit that silly over-tired stage” I giggle as I continue to tickle him, making Wilmer squirm beneath my touch. I throw my head back and laugh at his reaction. “Hermosa? Baby. That tickles”. I smile cheekily. “I know”, I say matter of factly as I continue to annoy and tickle him. “I’m going to have to release the true master of tickling if you’re not careful Nena” he warns as he tries to pull his arm away from my tickling fingers. “But I’m not ticklish” I say with innocence yet some conviction. “Oh really?” he says as he raises an eyebrow. I sit up and lift up my hands in the shape of claws and impersonate a cat hissing before quickly darting off the couch and running up the stairs toward the bedroom.
I turn my head over my shoulder quickly to see where he is, but as soon as I see him running up the stairs after me I let out a shrill squeal and sprint towards the bed. “Ooh you’re going to get it Nena”, he says as he enters the bedroom. I run to the right of the bed and dart left and right, waiting for him to make his move and pounce. He leaps over the bed in one swift movement and grabs me into my arms. I squeal playfully as we both lose our balance and fall to the floor. We both burst into a fit of laughter. Wilmer then pins me to the ground and tickles me relentlessly all over. I roll around beneath him and squeal and laugh even more. Tears of laughter begin to roll down my cheek. “Ok, ok you win” I say breathlessly between laughs. “See you are ticklish”, Wilmer says with a grin. I scrunch my face up in defeat. Wilmer eyes soften as he pushes a fallen lock of blue hair behind my ear. “So beautiful” he says softly before attaching his lips onto mine in a slow and sensual kiss.
