Demi Imagines 2.0

Pool

You're at home with your girlfriend, Demi...

"I don't think this is a good idea."
"You were the one who suggested it," you respond, and she puts her hands on her hips.
She makes a face before mimicking you, "You were the one who suggested it."
"I don't sound anything like that. Now take off your clothes and get in the damn pool," you tell her, making her snort.
"It's a fucking kiddy pool," she retorts, and you scrunch up your face at her. "Oh shut up."
"We still both know that you were the one who was like "Oh! Remember that pool we got because it was on sale? Let's fill it up so we can cool down!" blah blah. Demi noises," you tell her, making her burst into laughter.
"Really? 'Demi noises'?" she asks, and you try not to laugh.
"I mean, I'm not wrong," you reply with a shrug.
"Well, I'll keep on making my Demi noises because this is way too small. And it's taking forever to fill up," she tells you, gesturing to the pool in front of you. It is indeed quite small, but it's not that small. You could both squeeze in. You do admit that it's taking forever to fill up, though. You've been out here for about ten minutes, but the hose is uncooperative and trickles at best.
"You just don't believe in the hose enough," you tell her, and she rolls her eyes.
"I think I can believe in that hose as much as I like, but it's not going to fill up the fucking pool."
"It will, just give it time. You don't shout at a plant to make it grow faster," you tut, and she snorts.
"I shout at you and you move faster," she replies playfully.
"You shout at me, and I move faster because you're mean to me."
"Hey!" she says, smacking your arm lightly.
"See?" you hold your arm, pretending to be hurt.
"Oh shut up," she laughs brushing her hair behind her ear.
You wait around for a little longer, and finally, the pool is about halfway full.
"Just leave the hose in," Demi says, going into the house to change.
"What, you've now decided you want in on the action?" you call, and you can hear her laughing. "That'll be $10!" you yell.
"Do you accept coupons?" she yells back.
"Yes, we do!"
She returns after a moment, holding a piece of paper. She'd changed into a blue swimsuit with one shoulder strap and a large 'v' down her chest.
"Looking good," you comment, and she hands you the paper. You look at it, and it says:

Good for one free c̶a̶t̶
p u s s y

"Demetria!" you exclaim as she giggles. She steps into the pool and sits down.
"You have a complaint?" she questions, and you roll your eyes.
"This is prostitution, Demetria," you tut.
"No," she says crossing her legs and looking up at you. "That is a coupon," she states matter-of-factly.
"You're trying to pay with your cat."
"I think you mean you," she points at you, "are going to play," she emphasizes the word, "with my puss—"
"Okay okay okay," you laugh as she grins triumphantly. "God, you're so annoying."
"It's pronounced 'sexy'," she replies, and you groan.
"I hate you."
"No you don't," she responds with a smirk. "Hurry up and go change," she tells you, and you hand her the hose.
Going inside, you quickly change before returning to where Demi is waiting.
"What the fuck are you doing?" you ask the moment you see her.
"I'm seeing if I can fill my swimsuit up with water," she replies, continuing to tug at her swimsuit. She's put the hose in her swimsuit—by her stomach—as she tries to collect water in her hands.
"You are twenty-five, right?" you ask, stepping into the pool. The water is so cool and comfortable.
"Wrong. I'm five, bitch," she responds, pulling the hose out of her swimsuit and pointing it at you.
"I swear, you are one of the weirdest people I know," you comment, trying not to laugh.
"Oh you love me," she retorts, moving over to you.
"Unfortunately," you reply wryly. She puts her arms around you and kisses your cheek.
"Well, I love you, too," she tells you, and you turn your head to look at her.
She's so annoying, but you love her. You love her more than anything.
She smiles slightly.
"Are you so taken by my beauty that you can't remember how to English?" she questions, scrunching up her face. She still looks cute, even though she's trying to be "ugly".
"No, I'm just stunned by your modesty," you respond, leaning in and pressing your lips to hers gently.
She smiles against you and moves her hand to your face.
"I love you so much," you breathe. "Even though you're a fucking pain in the ass."
"That's why you love me," she replies, and you smirk.
Maybe it is.

A/N
I actually really love this one wow would you look at that