Demi Imagines

Theoretically

You're with one of your best friends, Demi...

"Don't even talk to me about love," she groans, walking in and throwing herself on your bed as soon as you open the door.
"Please, come right in," you say sarcastically, making her laugh.
"Sorry."
"You're always welcome. Don't worry," you assure her, and she gives you a smile. You've always loved her smile. Her face always lights up, and her brown eyes just sparkle in the most gorgeous way. Only today, her smile isn't as joyful as it usually is.
"You're fantastic, you know that?" she says as you come to sit beside her.
"Why thank you," you reply, trying to hide how actually flattered you are.
"You're always there for me," she says. "Unlike some people."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not really. I'm over him. The cheating donkey."
"Hey, that's not nice to donkeys," you say, making her laugh.
"You're right. Donkeys are adorable," she replies, smiling slightly.
"He did look a bit like a donkey, though," you joke. "But again, donkeys are actually cute."
"I swear, I have no clue what I saw in him," she groans, taking one of your pillows and putting it over her face.
"It'll be fine. You're pretty. You're smart. You'll find someone so much better who actually deserves you," you assure her, your heart clenching as you realize that person will never be you. Unless she can see you as anything more than a friend, which you think isn't likely.
"You really think that?" she asks, lowering the pillow and moving it to her stomach.
"Of course," you reply. "Hell, I would date you," you say without thinking. Oh shit.
She sits up and looks at you. "You would date me?" she asks slowly, and your cheeks heat up.
"Theoretically," you say, but she raises an eyebrow at you.
"Theoretically," she repeats. "So, if I were to kiss you," she says before adding, "theoretically." She moves closer. "You wouldn't feel anything?"
You don't know how to respond. "Theories are...theoretically...um..." Your cheeks flush, and before you can embarrass yourself more, she touches your face.
The action takes you by surprise, and you feel your heart rate spike. You feel like you're in a dream, watching the events unfold from the outside.
Time slows as she leans in, her eyes fluttering shut as her soft lips meet yours. They feel exactly how you'd imagined they'd feel. Soft and warm. Gentle yet fiery at the same time.
You can't think straight. Her other hand moves to your face, pulling you closer. You move a hand to her knee, and the other to her shoulder.
She smells sweet, like a flower. Her skin is smooth, and you wonder if she has any flaws. She's absolutely perfect in your eyes. Everything about her is perfect.
When she pulls away, it feels too soon, but you're both gasping for breath. She laughs lightly and presses her forehead to yours.
"So, did you feel something?"
"Yes," you admit, smiling.
"Me, too," she replies.
You fall silent, but it's such a comfortable silence. It's as if all the questions have been answered, and you're left with no doubts.
"Shall we give that dating theory of yours a try?" she asks, looking into your eyes.
You feel your cheeks warm, and you smile. "I'd love to."

A/N
I really liked writing this one