Request: Omgggg can you write a mini drabble of when wilmer caught the thing and then he was pulling it up her leg and he was being all goofy but it was also kinda hot and demi got wedding fever? ;) hehe
Enjoy!
Demi’s POV:
I can’t believe I caught the boutique I think as I look down at the purple flowers in my hands. I hope Wilmer catches the garter, I think to myself. Chris’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts.
“Now for the single gentlemen in the room. Gather round and get ready!” Chris yells to the group of guys gathering in front of him; ready and waiting. I give Wilmer a wink. He smiles back coyly before focusing his attention on Chris. Chris kneels down before Tiffany who is seated on a wooden chair, her dress lifted up revealing her bare leg. He gives her a smile before kissing up her leg until his mouth gets to the garter positioned high up on her thigh. Chris wraps his teeth around the lace fabric before pulling it sexily down her leg, keeping eye contact with Tiffany the entire time. Everyone watching gives the couple an occasional cheer and wolf whistle. “On yah Chris!”, one friend yells. Once he’s got it off Tiffany’s leg, he swings his head back and tosses it forward to the group waiting to make the catch. All the men hold up their hands ready and then scramble amongst each other to be the man who comes out on top. Boys and their competitive nature, I think to myself as I watch the testosterone filled group fight to win. Between too many bodies and the small size of the garter, it’s impossible to tell who caught it. All of a sudden an arm punches up into the air in victory with the garter in tow. The group separates and it’s then I see who the arm belongs to: Wilmer.
Everybody erupts into a loud clap as eyes dart between Wilmer and I; the bouquet and garter in our hands. I can’t help the blush that spreads to my cheeks. Wilmer gives me a wink and holds out his hand for me. I step forward and place my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You know what this means don’t you Nena?”, he says softly into my ear. I bite down on my bottom lip. Tiffany motions for me to sit down on the chair she was just seated on and gives my shoulder a light squeeze while squealing softly in excitement. I laugh at her response. What are the chances, I think to myself. “Now we have the garter placement”, announces Chris. “You rigged this didn’t you Valderrama?” Chris laughs. Wilmer laughs with him. “Couldn’t have picked it better myself, I mean how beautiful is this woman?!” he says while giving me a smile. I feel my cheeks flush a warm pink at his sweet words. I try to forget everyone else in the room and just focus on us. I lock my eyes on his. It’s just you and him, I think to myself. I feel myself relax at this thought.
Wilmer gets down on one knee in front of me. I lift up my leg and point my toes gracefully. He gives me a cheeky grin before pulling the garter over my foot and slowly pulling it up my leg. He makes a stupid cartoon noise as he pulls it up and I can’t help but laugh at the goofball that is my boyfriend. He then stops fooling around and locks his eyes on mine and securely places it on my upper thigh. He then bends down and softly kisses the skin on my thigh beneath the lace. Upon standing, he offers me his hand. Without hesitation I place my hand in his. He pulls me to my feet and wraps me securely into his arms. He then looks down at me lovingly before pulling his lips down onto mine. The claps and whistles fade into the background as I am lost in the passion of our kiss. We hesitantly pull away. Wilmer wraps his strong arms around my small frame. “You do realise this means we are getting married one day right?” I whisper against his chest. “I knew that well before this evening Hermosa” he says, kissing my cheek softly. I let out a content sigh and nuzzle further into our bubble; a wide grin planted firmly on my face.
