Oneshots- Joe and Dianne 💜❤️

Paris Trip: One night stand

Joe's POV:

12.01am.

Dianne should be home any minute now hopefully, after travelling from her show tonight. As if on cue, she drags herself and her bags through the front door and makes her way quickly across the floor and into my waiting arms. Wrapping us in her favourite fluffy blanket and placing gentle kisses on her forehead, we cuddle in silence, not needing to talk in this moment. She sighs contentedly against my body and a wave of emotion washes over me; how is this wonderful girl with ME? How do I seem to make her so happy? Like just...WOW. "Pinch me..."-

feeling a sharp stinging sensation on my cheek, Dianne's hand moves down my face to rest on my neck. "Di? what the fuck? Why'd you nip me?" its almost like she read my mind..."Joe? You told me to do it! Don't blame me, I just did as I was told for once. What's your problem?" she giggles groggily, nuzzling closer to into my lap and deeper into my grasp, almost getting settled for the night. "Oh!I didn't realise i'd said it out loud, I was just thinking about...nevermind. Anyway, lets get you to bed before you fall asleep on me. Lift your post on the way out, you got an important looking letter the other day but I didn't want to open it on you." shuffling off me and standing upright, she offers me her hand to pull me up and we interlock our fingers, walking hand in hand towards the post pile on the fooseball table. Opening the official letter, I leave her side and head to the kitchen, not wanting to invade her privacy so I busy myself gathering two glasses of water for us to take to bed. "so Joseph, what were you thinking about befor...SHIT!" her speech trails off as she scans further down the page, clearly beginning to fret, which is never good, especially when she is tired. "Di? Dianne! Slow down. Breathe for me, come on." I try, reaching out to stop her frantic pacing but failing miserably. "Dotty." The use of her childhood nickname grabs her attention. "Look at me. Breathe. Whatever it is, it's not as bad as you are thinking right now. Now, explain please."

Putting my hands on her shoulders, I wait for her to calm down and mimic my breathing before she starts to explain the situation. "There is some sort of issue with my visa renewing. I've got to leave the UK for twelve hours tomorrow night until it's sorted. Where am I going to go? And i'll be leaving you again and I'm just home. I've got an acupuncture appointment tomorrow morning to try and sort my hips out and we were planning that In the Pan episode. Joe, what am I gonna do?" she says tearfully, grasping onto my shirt as I lead her upstairs to our bed.

Settling Di against my chest and tracing soft patterns with my thumb on her cheek, I begin to plan our day tomorrow to save Dianne anymore stress. " Alright my love, I've got a plan." I say lightly, stroking her hair. I know she is exhausted and stressed because usually that statement would have been met with a witty comment on her behalf. Continuing my earlier sentence, "Tomorrow morning, you are going to get up and go to your needly appointment thingy to get those hips of yours salsaing again comfortably. While you are out, i'll nip out and grab the ingredients we need for the episode so we are ready to cook as soon as you are home. Epsiode filmed, then we can hop on the Eurostar somewhere, anywhere in Europe for the night. Belgium? Germany? Anywhere you fancy bub. I'd follow you anywhere and you know that." I murmur into her hair, hoping to ease her stressed mind and allow her to relax into a sleepy state. "You'd really come with me Joseph? Sounds like a plan to me, i'll book us somewhere nice during my appointment seeing as it is my fault that we have to go. This is why I love you, you're my voice of reason." she whispers, kissing my chest before closing her eyes and drifting into a peaceful sleep. Kissing her red Barnett, I subconsciously pull her small frame closer to me in the hope that I can protect her from any unnecessary stress, at least while she sleeps. Protect her. That's all I ever want to do.

Ha. Maybe she can be my bubblewrap girl. Smiling softly to myself, I relax against her body and close my eyes. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day but I wouldn't change it for the world.

Dianne's POV:

Slowly pulling myself from the deep slumber I had been enjoying, I'm greeted with Joe's familiar sleepy scent and his arms wrapped safely around me, holding me tightly against his chest. My head resting where his heart is, the steady rhythm almost pulling me back to dreamland.

This.

This is my happy place.

Despite our jokes about how protective he is of me, especially near water and heights, I secretly love it. No one has ever been like this before with me and if I'm totally honest...I've never felt this way before either. Being back with Joe, in his arms, I just feel...safe. Like I could stay here forever.

SHIT! MY APPOINTMENT! Diving out of his grip and towards the wardrobe, I grab the first pair of leggings and t-shirt that I find, not caring if it is mines or Joe's. Dashing into the bathroom, I call, "Joseph? Can you order me an uber please? I'm so late!" with a mouthful of toothpaste, attempting to brush my hair at the same time and apply my makeup. Falling out of the bathroom and back into our bedroom, i'm met with Joe's typical boyish grin- " I swear your middle name should have been Chaos, not Claire." he chuckles, handing me my handbag which he has packed with my essentials as his phone pings, alerting us to the arrival of my car. Stealing a quick kiss, I sprint downstairs, a half-hearted "goodbye" lingering in the air behind me.

*Time skip*

Filming In the Pan went pretty smoothly, leaving Joe and I about 45minutes to pack and get ready to leave. Earlier on, I had booked us a cute little hotel and two Eurostar tickets to Paris- the city of love, with the man I love...what could be better? A few gin and tonics will definitely make the journey more bearable, as will a game of 20 questions. Joe vlogs a little as we make our way to the platform, spying a neon sign stating " I want my time with you." Pretty apt considering he has given up his day off to spend with me in Europe due to bloody visa issues but lets face it, there's no one else i'd rather be with right now. Cracking into the G&T's, our chatter flows easily and before we know it, we have arrived in Paris and are heading towards our hotel room. Once again, Joe vlogs our French room tour and jokes about the headboard and of course, our sleeping arrangements. Rolling my eyes, I mutter, " yeah...we couldn't possibly sleep together! That would be naughty!" half jokingly, half frustrated. Sensing the shift in my mood, He shuts off the camera and crawls up the bed towards me.

"Does it bother you that I still make that joke?" he asks cautiously, reaching an arm around my waist to almost spoon me but leaving a gap should I want to pull away. Always the gentleman is my Joseph. Rolling over to look at him, I decide its time to be honest. " Yeah it does get to me. I know it shouldn't and I know why you do it but for Christ's sake, we are both adults in a loving relationship, I just don't get why it could be such a big deal. Imagine their reaction if they found out we...even cuddle sometimes!" I giggle, my mood lifting considerably after getting that off my chest. Rolling into his heat slightly, he brushes a hand across my back in a soothing manner, "Di, don't let it get to you my love. We know the truth and that's all that really matters, they don't NEED to know about us. Besides, you of all people know that I don't sleep well when you aren't beside me. But I am sorry, i'll stop joking about it. Now. Let's enjoy our one night in Paris." he smirks, pleased with himself about his earlier reference to a particular Paris Hilton scandal. Winking back at him whilst playing with the hem of his shirt, " Of course we can! It'll be like a one night stand but in Paris!" I giggle.

"Dianne Claire Buswell, I bloody hope I mean more than a one night stand or im going to leave you in Paris!" he chuckles.