Demi Imagines 2.0

Photoshoot

You're watching on the sidelines as Demi does a photoshoot...

She's so beautiful. She poses, putting her hands on her hips and looking toward the camera. You could watch her forever.
Her deep peach colored dress is flowing and gorgeous. She looks like the queen she is. A thick white belt is fastened across her waist.
Her black hair is slightly damp and pushed back so you can see her face clearly. She doesn't have on a lot of makeup—just enough to accentuate her beautiful features.
"I think you might be burning a hole in my face," Demi comments as the photographer lowers his camera.
She looks to you and grins.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you reply innocently, making her giggle.
You love when she giggles. It's the cutest thing in the world.
"Keep talking to her," the photographer says, and Demi grins. He lifts the camera, taking pictures of her as you talk.
"You look like a pretty princess," you tell her, making her cheeks flush.
"It's just the dress," she replies, grinning at you.
"I'm a little more interested in what's under the dress," you tell her, making her burst into laughter.
You can hear the cameraman stifling his laughter.
"I don't think we're doing that kind of photoshoot," she responds after a moment.
"But Body Say. More pictures."
"I'm around you all the time. What the fuck do you need more pictures for?" she laughs.
"I can list my reasons. Ready?"
"Fine."
"I need a new wallpaper. Phone, computer, iPad, and iPod," you list. "I need more pictures to make into stickers and magnets."
"You gonna give them out to fans outside a venue?" she asks, and you nod.
"They expect it."
"You're something, alright," she chuckles.
"I'm not done yet," you tell her. "I need pictures to print out and put up so I can see you whenever I'm lonely and you're not with me."
"Stop being so cute," she laughs, making you giggle. "I want to kiss you. Can I?" She looks to the photographer, who nods.
You go over to her and put your hands on her hips. She smiles as she presses her lips to yours. She moves her hands to your shoulders before wrapping them around your neck.
"I love you so much," you mumble, making her smile.
"I love you more."
"I think these were the best pictures we've gotten today," the photographer says, and you pull away.
He lowers his camera and grins.
"We should make one of those pictures our wallpapers," she says, looking to you. You meet her brown eyes and smile.
"I'd like that."

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