Joe and Dianne: Life away from you

Let's go home

Joe's POV:

So.... this is it. The last 5 or 6 months of my life are finally coming to a close - the biggest, craziest and best experience of my entire life is going to be over in less than 5 minutes. Standing next to Dianne on the arena floor, waiting for the audience vote for the show, I couldn't help but stare up at the thousands of people looking at us. I was never an attention seeker and I have never been the most confident person in the world - I'm definitely better than I was, but my years of hating my body and dealing with being the smallest guy in every social situation made it very difficult to be confident in myself. Yet despite everyone's preconceptions and doubts I had done it. I had made the jump into mainstream TV and into dancing of all things, and had come out on top.

As the last show finished, myself and Dianne once again being victorious in London, I couldn't help but feel like this was the best I had ever felt in my entire life - I had the girl of my dreams wrapped up in my arms, I was finally a proud owner of a glitter ball trophy and I had the feeling of butterflies fluttering about in my stomach as I grew more excited with every second that passed, looking forward to the next stage of my life.

But like all good things, the night of course came to an end. After several glasses of champagne had been drunk and food had been eaten, I very quickly found myself in an Uber, giving the driver my home address for the first time in almost a month. But for pretty much the first time In my life, someone was coming back with me. Tucked under my left arm, Dianne rested her head onto my chest and snuggled into me as the cold night in February drew us closer together - but I was definitely not upset about the cold weather tonight. And if Dianne's going to be there, I don't think that I will be for many nights to come.

"Di... Dianne we're back at mine, you need to wake up for me" I whispered softly into Dianne's ear as our Uber stopped outside of my apartment - It was well gone midnight and the streets were dark and as empty as London streets can be, but the moment I looked up to my building I couldn't help but allow a smile to rush onto my face at the thought of finally being back home.

"Huh?" Dianne slowly allowed her eyes to flick open as the harsh yellow light of the car interior flicked on as I opened the door. In a tired and admittedly adorable state Dianne looked at me with an innocent smile before looking out the window next to her. "Are we home?" I felt my heart skip a beat as Dianne referred to my apartment as 'home'. The smile on my face widened so much, my eyes began to squint ever so slightly - tucking a loose strand of red behind her ear I nodded before getting out of the car and grabbing both of our suitcases to heave into the apartment.

Dianne's POV:

My eyes were dipping shut as Joe and I waited for the lift to take us all the way up to Joe's apartment. From the moment that I met Joe, he always made me feel comforted and safe, and his apartment was exactly the same. Even from the first time I stepped into it on Joe's birthday, I felt at home instantly. I've never been one of those supersticious girls that believes in fate and stuff, but every single time I walk into Joe's lavish apartment, I get the feeling like I belong there - almost as if I'm part of the furniture already.

As the lift doors opened and Joe and I shuffled our tired and aching bodies into his apartment, we left our bags and newly acquired trophies down on the floor by the stairs, before heading into the kitchen and slowly allowing ourselves to wind down for the day. As Joe finished his vlog, and I finished my midnight snack of some cereal in a mug - I grabbed Joe's hand in my own and we walked upstairs together. Nothing was said between us apart from the odd question or sarcastic remark to one another, but nothing more needed to be said until we found oursleves in bed once again.

I rolled onto my side under the covers, allowing Joe to press up to me, my back against his bare chest, our legs intertwined together. I think it was fare to say that Joe and I were definitely still in the honeymoon faze of our relationship - despite having danced with him for the past six months, every touch he placed on me made my heart beat that little bit faster, or my skin to leave a trail of goosebumps wherever he had been, and in the right mood Joe's touch did things to me that I can't even begin to explain. So as the soft pads of his fingers traced patterns onto the skin of my stomach, as his hand wondered underneath my shirt, I felt myslef melt as his touch - twisting my head to kiss his lips, I found myself begin to crave his touch more and more.

But as time moved on and our kisses ebbed and flowed between passionate making out and light exchanges - I found myself falling asleep in the arms of the man that I craved - which is never a bad way to end a day. After all, there is always tomorrow for what I found myslef craving - and with Joe, something told me that there would be many more tomorrow's to come.

As I allowed my mind to wander before drifting into a deep sleep, I thought about my relationship with Joe. I'd known him for 6 months or so, and had been in a relationship wiht him for almost three of those. Everyday I found my feelings for Joe growing stronger and stronger, and three months into this.... I mean.... do I dare mention the 'L word'?

Or is it still all to soon?