Joe and Dianne: Dancing is better with you

Chapter 20 - Blackpoool (part 2)

Joe's POV:

As morning rolled around, I found myself lying awake under the soft, comfortable covers of my hotel room, with Dianne's red barnet sprawled across my bare chest. As I breathed deeply, I couldn't help but notice Dianne's head rise and fall with each inhalation I took. The lighting was dull and essentially pitch black apart from the soft yellow glow through the base of the door, coming from the lights of the hotel corridor. Yet even in this dark and mildly depressing light, the glow that Dianne was giving off even in her sleep was mesmerising.

My eyes stayed on her as I took this early morning moment to appreciate the girl who slept peacefully in my arms.
Her hair was still a mess from our activities of last night, yet it's ruby red glow was, if anything, more noticeable in the dark light then it ever had been before. My eyes darted onto her face and took in all the little features that I admire most about her. It was obvious to anyone with eyes just how incredibly gorgeous Dianne is, but up close it was the little things that I had come to admire and adore her for. The dimple on her face that was on show 90% of the time - the small flecks of orange and red that could be seen in her dark hazel
eyes - the small scar on the right hand side of her upper lip. I never asked how she got it, but whenever she spoke or smiled, I often found myself looking at it. Over the past few weeks, I had come to find that it was the more personal and intimate things that Dianne had allowed me to see that I have fallen for - and now as I lay here after our first proper night together, I can't help but hide just how much I have fallen for her. I might even be in love with her. But it's way to soon to tell her that, I know that I'll just end up scaring her off like I have all the other girls in my life.

'But not this time Joe - this time you are going to do it right - no fuck ups, no jokes, no lies - this is the one - she is the one'

Making a mental promise to myself I was distracted as I felt Dianne stir in her sleep and slowly lift her head up towards me.

"Mornin' Di" I said softly to her.

"Morning Joseph" she whispered back to me as a gentle smile came onto her face.

"How did you sleep?" I asked coyly, hoping that she would understand what I was insinuating. A smirk came across Dianne's lips as she spoke to me.

"That's the best I have slept in a very long time Joseph" She said as she exhaled deeply, I gave a slight chuckle and lent my head down in order to reach her lips. As soon as my lips brushed Dianne's, she twisted herself so that she was laid on top of me, her arms around my neck, we both leaned in and deepened the kiss. Holding it in a passionate moment we stayed together for as long as we could until we had to part in order to take a breath. "Right come on the Suggy we've got a camera block through to get ready for" I moaned loudly at the thought of having to get up and ready for a very important day yet I knew that I had to do it.

After all that had happened last night and throughout the week, I was in a much better mood then I had been before. I was never happy to do camera block throughs and the pressure riding on me to get this week right was still getting to me, but nevertheless I have to do this for my family - but more importantly I have to do it for Dianne.

"I'll meet you down in the lobby in about 30 minutes for breakfast okay Joe." Dianne said to me bringing me out of my thoughts and back into the real world. I got out of bed to notice the cold chill across my body - that was stark naked by the way - to see Dianne wrapping the dressing gown she came to my room in last night around her body. I gave her a nod in understanding and kissed her gently before she left the room.

Dianne's POV:

I opened the door slowly and looked down the corridor to check that it was clear before I scooted down the hallway back to my own hotel room. People knew nothing about Joe and I except for the ginger woman that I can only tolerate for 3 minutes at a push - the glorious Miss Stacey Dooley. This week, after what she has put Joe and I through, I am just moments away from doing.... doing....uh. I don't know what exactly I would do but if she either hurts or hits on Joe one more time, she may not make it back to London for next weeks show.