Two Birds of a Feather

Make You Feel My Love

Joe sat down next to Dianne on the sofa and snuggled into her shoulder straight away. Kissing the bare skin of her neck, he moved his hand to rest on her thigh, tracing shapes onto it delicately with his finger tips. Dianne, who was enjoying the feeling, let a small, soft moan escape her lips as she leaned back against the cushions, her eyes closing with bliss. She began to feel her pulse quicken as Joe's fingers moved further up now, dancing against the skin on her inner thighs.
"Joe" she moaned softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
"Yes baby?" His voice was just as gentle.
"Don't stop." She sighed loudly as his hand travelled even more. Joe was teasing her and he knew it. Beneath the pads of his fingers he could feel the material of her underwear and willed himself to stop. He had planned to take her on a date tonight and he would not allow himself to indulge before hand. Beginning to move his hand back down, he traced a line all the way to her knee before leaving his hand there and finding her lips.
"Why'd you stop?" Dianne asked with a sigh, "I was enjoying that."
"I want to take you on a date tonight Di" Joe said softly. "If you'll let me, of course."
"You can take me anywhere" she whispered, eyes still shut, head still leaned back. "I'm all yours, Joseph. All yours."
"Good." Joe pressed his lips against hers once more before moving away to keep himself from her. Dianne whined slightly at the loss of contact but she opened her eyes and sat up again.
"What time are we leaving?"
"8. Table is booked for 8:30."
"Okay." Dianne climbed off the sofa and stepped away, beginning to go upstairs before Joe grabbed her wrist and spun her back round. He stood up and pushed his body against hers. Resting her makeup-less face against Joe's chest, Dianne couldn't help but anticipate when they got back from their date. Something told her they were both more for excited for what came after.
"Go and get ready" Joe whispered into her red hair. Dianne took a step back with a smile as Joe placed his palm against the back of her head bringing it towards his lips. He left a lingering kiss on it before moving to the side to let her past. Joe stared wistfully after her as she walked away to go and get ready.

Upstairs, Dianne sat down in front of the full-length mirror in their room, the contents of her makeup bag spilled in front of her. She applied a full face, false lashes and red lipstick. They hadn't had a proper date night in a while and Dianne was going all out. Face done, she moved onto hair, styling it in loose curls that sat perfectly on her shoulders. She sprayed a layer of hairspray over her red curls to keep them in place before moving onto clothes. The majority of her clothes were downstairs so she went down to 'her' wardrobe and searched through her many items. She found a black bodycon that reached her knee, had a low v back and was long sleeved. Pulling the hanger out of the wardrobe, Dianne held the black dress against her body. After deciding it was perfect, she pulled the dress off the hanger and took it back upstairs, shouting to Joe not to come up. She closed the door with a snap behind her. When she was back in their room, Dianne took off the comfy clothes she had been chilling in and changed into some seamless underwear; she was determined to look perfect for Joe. Once she'd let her bra fall off, she stuck some nipple covers on and slipped the dress on, doing it up easily and checking herself over in the mirror. She cleared her things away before going back downstairs and into the spare room. Routing through her perfume collection, she found her favourite and sprayed a couple of spritzs on her neck and each wrist. Grabbing a pair of strappy red heels- the red matching perfectly with her hair and lipstick- Dianne left the room and went to wait for Joe in the living room; he had gone up when she had come down. Dianne sat neatly on one of the bar stools and scrolled through her phone while she waited.

Joe dressed himself in some slim-fit navy trousers and a matching blazer, buttoned once in the middle, a crisp white shirt underneath and a maroon tie. Knowing how much Dianne liked his glasses, he pushed the gold rimmed lenses up his nose and ran his fingers through his hair in a bid to keep it tidy. He sprayed some sea salt spray on it and smartened himself up once again, pulling on his blazer to smooth out any creases. He grabbed a pair of loafers from his wardrobe and slipped them on before walking back downstairs to see Dianne sat at the bar. Walking forwards, he placed his warm hand against the bare skin of her back. Having been in a world of her own, she flinched slightly at his touch but soon relaxed when she felt the familiar strong arms wrap around her middle and pull her backwards. A smile lit up Dianne's eyes as she felt Joe kiss her neck.
"Shall we go?"
"Okay."

The sleek black cab pulled up outside of one of the fanciest restaurants in London. Joe got out first and held the door open for his girlfriend, who stepped out onto the pavement with an air of grace that made Joe's heart swoop. Shutting the door behind her, Joe slipped his hand into hers and led her up the couple of steps and into the dimly lit restaurant. They were shown to a table for two in a secluded corner where a waiter brought them a selection of wines to choose from. The couple seated themselves and exchanged loving glances whilst they ordered their food. Throughout the whole evening, Dianne couldn't help but feel the bubble of excitement in the pit of her stomach. The man across from her gave her butterflies with every slight glance, her core tingling with every touch underneath the table. Her food was delicious- Joe definitely knew where was good to eat- but she couldn't help and want to get home. To be alone. Just the two of them.

Thankfully, the evening seemed to fly by and before she knew it, they were sat impossibly close in the back of a cab, her hand stroking over the inside of Joe's thigh. The journey took forever and Dianne was relieved when the car pulled to a stop outside their home. Climbing out into the cold air, the pair rushed inside, up the lift and into the apartment. As soon as the door was closed, Joe's hands found their way to Dianne's waist, his lips becoming attached to hers as he walked back and pushed her up against the wall. Hands roaming, lips dancing, the rest of the world disappeared.
"Wait" Dianne said abruptly as she felt Joe's hand go to undo her dress.
"What is it?" He asked, concerned. "Have I hurt yo-"
"No." Dianne placed a finger to Joe's lips. "I'll be back in a minute." Pecking him on the cheek, Dianne left a confused and slightly frustrated Joe behind as she walked away from him and into the spare room. When the door was closed, Dianne slipped out of her dress, took the nipple covers off and pulled down her underwear. Underneath her bras was where she found what she was looking for. The nude lingerie piece she had bought the other day. She held up the delicate item in front of her before stepping into it and pulling it on. Doing a quick spin to check her appearance, Dianne took her makeup off but left her hair as it was; in curls down her back. She tidied away her things and left her phone on charge downstairs- she wouldn't need it tonight.

Five minutes later, Joe saw Dianne come out of the spare room. His heart began to race, his core tingled and his mind went blank at the sight of her. She was dressed in a nude and lacey piece that left little to the imagination. Pushing himself off the sofa, Joe walked over to her slowly but stopped just in front of her, allowing himself to indulge at the sight.
"You look...out of this world."
"Thank you." Dianne smiled shyly, "do you like it?"
"Are you kidding me, you look insanely gorgeous." Joe reached out and took her hand, gently pulling her forwards until he could feel her body against his. "I can't believe you're mine" he whispered into her lips. "I'm so lucky." He pushed his lips against those of his girlfriend, the desperate need for each other conveyed clearly. They broke off for air and Joe took the opportunity to lead Dianne upstairs and into the bedroom where she sat on the bed and waited for him. Joe took off his suit in front of her and watched with a glint in his eye as she grew more restless. Now in just his boxers, he walked over to his girlfriend and forced her to lay back on the pillows, kneeling over her. Dianne's hands rested against Joe's back as his kisses moved from her lips, along her jawline, down her neck and across the top of her chest. No longer being able to resist, Joe let the trail of kisses travel further down still as he kissed along the plunge of her outfit. Dianne, restless and desperate, reached forwards and tugged on the waist band of Joe's boxers, hoping he would get the hint. Joe could resist the urge for a little longer and sat back, bringing Dianne with him.
"Stand up" he whispered into her ear, "and turn around." She did as she was told and stood up, her back facing Joe. With a new bout of confidence, Joe kissed the base of her back softly, thoroughly enjoying himself, Dianne arching her back in pleasure. Joe stood up behind her and pulled the piece from her body, after he had permission- permission that had come with a look conveying how much Dianne wanted him. She was completely exposed to him but she felt safe. Soon enough, she got impatient of the playing and tugged on his waistline again, hoping that this time he would oblige. He did and took them off, slinging them to the side. Dianne laid down on the bed as Joe climbed on top of her. All of sudden, she was blinded with pleasure.