Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Press night: odds on

Joe's POV:
"Di? Do you have the tea towel? Or do you know where I left it?" I call from the kitchen as I attempt to cook dinner for the pair of us. Dianne is currently getting changed into nightwear- I would say pyjamas but let's face it,I bet she comes down in my clothes. Stirring the chicken, onions and peas, I search for the tea towel and the jar of curry sauce I've managed to misplace. Dianne pads into the kitchen, wearing my linkin Park sweater and a pair of leggings, her hair tossed up into a messy bun and a pair of fluffy socks on her blistered feet. "Cold there Reddo?" I smirk, still perplexed as to how I've managed to loose the bloody sauce. Chuckling quietly, "yeah I actually am, what gave it away? Also did you call me earlier? I wasn't sure if I heard you or not." She says, plonking herself at the bar.
"Oh yeah! Can you see the tea towel?I've lost the curry sauce but I remember that I've left it beside the tea towel." I grin, scratching my head.
"Joe..." leaning across, she moves the wine bottle to my right, revealing the tea towel and the curry sauce, "it was right beside you the whole time you idiot." Meeting her gaze, we both burst out laughing at my stupidity. Grabbing the jar, I begin wrestling with the lid as Di chats animatedly about the upcoming press night for her tour. After five minutes of battling with the stupid jar, Dianne pipes up, "Joseph? Do you need a hand? Or are you gonna fight with it all night?" She smirks.
"Fine. But I don't think you'll get it either." I grumble, thrusting the jar into her grasp. "Alright then, I bet I get it first time. If I get this, I get to...do something embarrassing to you tomorrow. I don't know what but it'll be cruel." She cackles. I just look at her and raise an eyebrow..."NOT LIKE THAT! Joseph! Get your head out of the gutter." She splutters.
"Fine...go on then." And of course she opens it first time. "HA! I win!" She grins, pouring the sauce in the pan and stirring. "Nooo! Right odds on 1-10. If I win, we never talk about this ever again. EVER. Capisce?" I chuckle, resting my hands on her waist and pressing a kiss into her hairline. She looks confused..."what does capisce mean?" I facepalm..."never mind Di just go...3,2,1..."
"7" we both yell!
"Reverse odds" she smiles up at me, "3,2,1..." she mumbles, stepping closer to me and closing the gap between our bodies before kissing me deeply, her hands slipping into my pockets. Oxygen became an issue so I pull away, smiling like an idiot. Brushing her fly always from her face, I beam down at her, "what was that for? You surprised me you little minx!" I'm met with her cheeky grin, "just because I wanted to. And I can." She pulls away from me and begins to plate up. Stepping back, I watch her in awe, still not quite believing she's mines, she loves someone like me.
Handing my plate over to me, she giggles before settling down with her own plate beside me. Looking me straight in my eye, she says one simple word: "seven."
"What? Huh? I don't get it?" She's got me this time,I have no clue what she's on about.
Laughing again, "I win! You've got to do something embarrassing at press night? You never finished the odds on so I win by default!" She sprints away from me but I tackle her to the sofa where we fall in a heap, laughing like a maniac. "THATS CHEATING! You're such an IDIOT Dianne Buswell! I strongly dislike you sometimes...don't make it too embarrassing please bub, I'm begging you." I plead.
She just smiles at me, playing with my hands...
Great.
I'm in for it.

Dianne's POV:
The horror displayed on Joe's face right now is absolutely PRICELESS. I can't believe it actually worked! "I can't believe you sometimes! That wasn't fair you weirdo!" He grumbles, flipping on the sofa dramatically before pulling me on top of him and switching the TV on. He presses play on some documentary or other and my brain switches to planning what cruel thing I can make Joe do press night. So many people are going to be there, some of the strictly cast, producers and even my old strictly partner, Revvo. Resting my head on his lap, I lift his hand and place it in my hair and he instantly sets to work brushing out the knots with his fingers and massaging my scalp, making me sigh contentedly. He must knows me so well, this almost makes me want to be nice in my dare planning BUT...
Nah. I'm not that nice.

My hands begin exploring his chest and neck, climbing their way to his face. Tracing his facial features, his forehead, eyebrows, nose and finally settling on his cheek, rubbing his skin in a circular motion with my thumb. Closing his eyes, I feel him breathe deeply and relax into my touch.
"Mmh, you know I love it when you do that baby." He sighs softly, nuzzling into my hand and kissing my palm. "You must REALLY love it, you never call me baby." I tease. Hearing Joseph call me baby did shock me a little; others have called me it but it's not really Joseph's thing. "Yeah it kind of surprised me too actually, if I'm honest, I'll just stick to the normal ones from now on." He chuckles sheepishly. Looking up at him, I poke his cheek until he meets my gaze, "well you need to shave if you want me to do it more often. You're all prickly." I comment , dragging my fingertips up and down his stubble. "Jesus Di! I'll shave when you trim those nails of yours. Like bloody claws they are!" It's time like this his soft Wiltshire accent slips through and I can't help but smile. "Seriously though! How do you function with those? How haven't I NOTICED this before?" He rambles, pulling my hand in front of his face to examine my nails.m

Then it hit me.
"THATS IT! IVE GOT IT!" I yelp excitedly, sitting up abruptly, my head connecting with Joe's on the way. "Oh I'm sorry Joseph! I didn't mean that but I do know what my dare is! I'm gonna buy you fake nails, the stick on type and you've got to wear them for 24hours. You'll see exactly how I cope with long nails and why I periodically complain about them!" I shrug.
He groans loudly, throwing his head against the cushions and running a hand through his hair.
"Really Di? Are you serious? It's gonna be in all the pictures!" Looking at me with those beautiful, sky blue eyes and a childlike expression, "does it HAVE to be tomorrow? Pretty please? Any other day..."he pleads. Holding his face,I press a kiss to his lips before smiling at him.

"Not a chance my love. Tomorrow it is. Now enjoy tonight and the use of your hands because tomorrow...I can't wait!" I smirk.

This is going to be BRILLIANT!