Joe and Dianne: Life away from you

The influence of alcohol

A/N Hey people, firstly thank you so much for 5K reads almost. That is incredible and thank you for that - secondly I know that the previous chapter wasn't the best that I had written but this one basically carries on directly. I had to split it into two parts other wise it would be way too long. Anyway, hope you enjoy! xx 

Narrators POV: 

Soon after their admittedly hushed and awkward set of conversations with each other, both Joe and Dianne let down their guard with one another and allowed themselves to relax. Continuing to spend their peaceful afternoon soaking in the warm sun, drinking any beverage this little cafe served, from beetroot oat lattes to sparkling water served in a hollowed out coconut, in an attempt to be 'different'. Their conversations flowed and their classic set of ridiculous comments, jokes and questions resulting in an endless stream of laughter returned, every once in a while earning a bemused glare from a passing stranger as the two of them cackled away.

Joe knew that dwelling over the fact that Dianne didn't say that she loved him back was a waste of time. So placing that and any other thought about the girl sitting next to him aside, he savoured and enjoyed this time he was able to spend with her - knowing all to well that tomorrow morning she would be off again. Once again leaving him all alone in the apartment which now feels so incomplete without her in it. 

The afternoon drew to a close, and the dusky chill of evening soon set in, causing Dianne to politely ask for the safety and warmth of her boyfriends jacket.

"Yeah of course" Joe replied as he draped his denim jacket over Diannes shoulders, wrapping his arms around her body as he did so. "Should we head back anyway, it's getting kind of late?" Joe questioned in a hope that they could get home quickly before his body is overtaken by hypothermia, due to his now jacket-less arms.

"Yeah - in thanks for this afternoon, i'll even cook you dinner." Dianne replied, a cute smile on her face as she spoke, before placing a gentle kiss to Joe's upper arm that was still wrapped around her. 

Finally letting her go, Joe waited by the exit whilst Dianne got her stuff together - holding out his hand that she soon grabbed before walking back towards Joe's apartment - smiles on their faces, almost completely forgetting about the situation Dianne had drunkenly put them in. Joe still unaware, and Dianne feeling no reason to be concerned for the moment.

Dianne's POV:

As promised, once Joe and I got back to his, I cooked him dinner whilst he went off to finish the last little bit of editing he had to get done for the day. Once the relatively simple dinner of Chile-con-carne was consumed, Joe and I headed on to the small love seat that faced Joe's window. A glass of Jimmy red roo in our hands and a chilled out conversation with the man that I love was just what I needed to completely relax my very busy mind. Although this morning I was quiet, I soon realised that tomorrow I need to leave Joe for a whole week, so the right thing to do was just to chill, forget about everything and savour every moment I could with this boy before we have to say our bitter goodbyes once again.

Just as I finished my glass of wine, Joe grabbed the glass off of me and walked back over to the kitchen. "Do you want another glass?" He questioned as he poured himself a second. "No i'm alright thanks Joe." I replied, getting distracted by something on my phone. As Joe came back, I noticed that Joe had poured his glass too pretty much the brim, resulting in him almost having half the bottle in his hand. "Whoa, slow down alright Joe, you aren't 26 anymore." I joked pointing at how much was in his glass.

"I'll be alright... It's not as if I have anywhere to be tomorrow." Joe replied, a sad smile on his face as he was obviously reminded that I would be leaving him tomorrow. Not knowing how to reply, I gave him a smile and gently stroked my hand through his hair. I had missed that feeling to no end. The silky softness of Joe's luscious locks has always been one of my favourite qualities about him. It's probably due to my past as a hairdresser, but hair was almost always the thing that would attract me to guys physically. And ever since I taught Joe the jive, and I could see his large volume of hair fly around with every kick or flick that he did, I had always been physically attracted to him.

The night moved on and as I anticipated, Joe began to slowly lose his inhibitions as the volume in his glass got lower and lower. His words were making less sense and his actions were becoming more clumsy by the second. And so, after he knocked his phone off of the table next to him for the 5th time, I decided that it was about time I headed up to bed - picking up his phone on my way up.

"I'm off to bed Joe so I'll see you in a bit yeah" I said as I placed his phone on the kitchen worktop away from him - somewhere he wouldn't be able to knock it off onto the floor. 

"Wait, wait, wait!" Joe cried out to me as he got up off of the chair we were both sat on. I stopped in my tracks and waited as he walked towards me, looking as if he had sobered up a bit. He stepped close to me. So close that I could smell the red wine on his breath - his left hand resting gently on my cheek, as his right found its way onto my hip, just at the point where the top of my leggings stopped. Joe looked me in the eyes, his height against me making him seem more dominant than this sweet boy usually does. His gaze penetrating, I couldn't help but look away from him as I felt a blush rise onto my cheeks - only to find Joe's hand lift my chin up - forcing me to look at him again. "You didn't kiss me goodnight yet Di" His voice was deep and husky - a small smirk appearing on his face before he lent in and pressed his lips onto my own. Very quickly deepening the kiss, Joe began to explore my mouth with his tongue. Joe and I had made out thousands of times before, but this felt different. Joe's hands roaming my body as goose bumps erupted onto my skin wherever his hands touched me.

I tilted my head to the left, moving my lips off of Joe's as I had to break for some air. Joe however continued - his hands moving onto my arse as his lips began to attack the patch of skin on my neck that he knew drove me crazy. He pushed me back slightly, before my back slammed into the wooden cupboard door by the stairs, giving me no escape out of the situation Joe had put me in.

A situation that at almost any time I would be more than happy to be in. But as I felt the softness of Joe's lips dominantly attack my neck - for sure leaving a mark -  I couldn't help but begin to panic. The last time I felt my body erupt in this way, I was in a hotel in Liverpool - with my ex-boyfriend kissing the same spot that Joe was now. His hands touching the same places that Joe's were. Looking over to the body pressed flushed up against me, I had to do a double take. The first time I looked I could see him. I could see Anthony pressed up against me, his lips attached to my neck rather than Joe's. I was going mad, and I couldn't do it anymore.

I felt my breathing get heavy, I felt my body freeze at the feeling of Joe's touch. The pleasure soon turning into panic. I pressed my hands onto Joe's chest - hoping to push him off of me. But as I pushed Joe one way, he got the wrong signal from me and assumed it was nothing but enjoyment - so in return pushed me into the door harder. Pressing his hips into mine hoping to get what he wanted. I knew that Joe would never ever hurt me - but I wanted him off of me. I didn't want him to touch me or kiss me or even be near me right now.

"Joe" I said in an attempt to get him to stop

"Uh-huh" Joe said in between the onslaught of rough kisses he was giving me

"get off me" I said bluntly. But still he continued.

"Come on Di, this is fun" He replied in a breathy voice

"NO JOE GET OFF OF ME!" I cried at him, finally getting him to stop kissing me. My throat began to close up and I could feel a panic attack brewing within me. But I was determined not to break down in front of Joe right now. His relentless kisses stopped but his body was still close to me, as his hand reached up to my cheek, I slapped it back down.

"DON'T TOUCH ME JOE I'M SERIOUS!" I continued to yell.

And with that in a fit of panic I pushed Joe off of me and bolted up the stairs, into the bathroom locking the door behind me. Unable to hear the confused cries of Joe as he stayed down stairs, and I found myself trying to get as far away from him as possible...