Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Can I be with you...?

A/N quick heads up, this part will involve smut. If you want to skip past it, go ahead. Hope you enjoy xx

/TIME SKIP TO JANUARY 7th 2019/

Joe's POV:

I sat on the sofa, with Dianne resting in my arms. Her head, gently rising and falling, as it moved with each breath I took. Her red hair, splayed out across my chest. We were watching friends, as we always did when we had a lazy Saturday night in. It was cold outside, and neither of us wanted to be anywhere but with each other, safe and warm.

After all that had happened last year, Both Dianne and I wanted to move on with our lives together and forget about the rocky opening of our relationship. It was easy to do as my injury's had basically healed, and Dianne was back to dancing, so she had the ability to take her mind off of stuff when need be.

I gently grasped for Dianne's hand, that was resting on my leg. I slowly intertwined my fingers with hers and focused on her gentle pulse, that I could feel coming from her delicate wrists.

This was how life was meant to be. Just Dianne and I spending time together in a comfortable silence. To this day, I thrived off of any time I was with her. Dianne used to be the reason, I didn't kill myself, but now she was so much more. She was the reason that I stopped surviving, and started living. The reason that I wanted to keep on going. She was what got me up in the morning, and what allowed me to go to sleep happy. She was my everything. My saviour.

I slowly untangled my fingers from hers, and gently brushed her hair away from her face, allowing me to see her. I looked at her and smiled. I love her. So much. I didn't really think about what I said next, but it came out and i'm so thankful that I asked her.

"Dianne, do you want to move in?" She looked up at me slightly startled. However, that look of panic on her face changed instantly to a broad smile.

Dianne's POV:

I looked up at Joe slightly confused, as I took in what he had asked. What he had asked me was the best question in the world to me at this moment in time. I sat up off of his chest and swivelled round, so that I was sat on his lap. More straddling him if i'm completely honest. I put my arms round the back of his neck and kissed him passionately. I only kissed him for a few seconds before pulling away again. I rested my forehead on his and looked deeply into those perfect blue eyes.

"I'd love to." Was the simple reply I gave him. It wasn't some grand proclaim for how much I loved him, but it didn't need to be. This was all about Joe and I being together, in our home. I kissed him again, but this time stayed into it for much longer. We both sank into the kiss, allowing it to become more passionate by the second.

Joe and I had kissed loads of times, but this was different. It was tender and romantic, yet powerful and needless at the same time. We stayed like this, for what was probably 30 minutes or so, but it felt all to brief. Joe began to move and flipped me over, so I was laying down on my back on the sofa. He slowly moved his lips off of mine, and began to kiss my neck passionately. My body erupted into a new sensation that I had never experienced before.Only Joe could do this to me. He continued to kiss my neck, and without warning, I let out a slight moan escape from my lips. This to Joe was a sign of things to come. He moved his lips back on to my own, and kissed me more passionately than ever before. I felt him begin to lift me up. I kept my arms around his neck and put my hands in his hair. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Throughout this, we never stopped kissing, until he lent down, and placed my back onto his bed. He pulled away and stood up. I got up from the bed and stood in front of him. I put my hands around his waist and grabbed the base of his T-shirt, beginning to pull it off of him. As it came off, I placed my hands on his stomach and traced my fingers along the outline of his abs.

I slowly felt his hands move down to waist, and in turn, I felt him pull my top off, leaving me in my bra and joggers. Joe moved his lips back onto my neck, earning another small moan from my lips. I felt his warm breath on my neck, and could feel the smile on his lips as he kissed me.

I moved my hands off of his abs and began to take off my own joggers and then Joe's. Leaving us both in our underwear, knowing what would happen next. The smile on my face was never leaving. This is where I wanted to be. With Joe. Our bodies intertwined.

He took his lips off of my neck and looked me in the eye. One of his hands still on my lower back, whilst the other gently stroking my face.

"Are you sure?" He questioned.

"Definitely." Was the only reply I needed to give him.

He pushed me back onto the bed in his arms. The rest of that night was a blur.

This is where I belonged. In Joe's arms. Nowhere else but with him.