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A breathy moan slipped through Demi's lips as Cristo hovered over her body, trailing kisses from the sweet spot behind her ear to the sensitive spot on her collarbone, lightly sucking and nibbling on her vanilla scented skin before leaving a kiss over the mark. Demi was way too busy basking in pleasure to care that he was leaving hickies all over her body and she had her dress fitting in Paris tomorrow.
Cristo's tongue dipped between the valley in between her breasts, unclasping the front of the lacy bra that she had fallen asleep in and pushing it to the side. Just as he made it to her navel, Demi heard Batman barking downstairs and that could only mean one thing. Her bridesmaids had come to collect her for her birthday weekend, which caused Demi to groan as Cristo dropped next to her on the bed and pulled the covers over their half-naked bodies. Maybe if they pretended to sleep they would be left alone.
For some reason, her appointment with Elie Saab had been rescheduled to the same weekend as her birthday, so Cristo had suggested that she just make a weekend out of it. Demi wasn't too sure how much celebrating she could possibly do when she had a whole bunch of stuff to take care of for the wedding, but she went with it anyway. They were supposed to be boarding Cristo's family jet to Paris and then Cristo would be joining her the day after her dress fitting because they were getting to see the full venue for the first time. Kris and Clara had kept it as a surprise.
"DEMI!"
That was definitely Kylie. She heard a series of footsteps coming down the hall and then the door to her room was open. Kylie and Kendall were standing there with their cameras, recording footage that would no doubt be used for the wedding special.
"Come on, we're going to miss our flight. Hey Cristo!" Kendall greeted, going to tug Demi out of bed but she playfully pushed her away.
"We're flying on a private jet, they can't leave without us," Demi giggled as she continued to push Kendall away. "Get out so I can get dressed."
"Fine, but you seriously have 20 minutes and then I'm coming in here and I don't care how you look," Kendall threatened, causing Demi to push her one more time before Kendall and Kylie left her room, closing the door behind them.
"Are you sure you can't come with us today?" Demi questioned as she turned to Cristo, moving so that she was straddling his body and looking down at him.
"Positive. I'll see you on your birthday, ma cherie. I promise I'll make it the best day ever," he promised, leaning up to kiss her as she sighed before rolling off of him.
It took her twenty minutes to go through her morning routine, finish packing her Louis Vuitton suitcase, and throw an acceptable outfit on. The flight to France was at least eleven hours but Demi still wanted to look cute, so she had thrown on her comfiest pair of jeans, a white cotton tee shirt, and her favorite military green cardigan. Just as she zipped up her suitcase, Kendall and Kylie came into her closet and helped her grab her things. Demi skipped back into her room to give Cristo one last kiss before leaving.
