thinking of you
thinking of you - Dianna/Darren RPF; R
"Did you get it?"
He frowns slightly, his brain a little muddled from exhaustion. "Get what?"
He can almost hear her roll her eyes. "Check your texts. And don't hang up on me this time."
He smirks and lowers his phone, carefully pulling up his text messages. He scrolls past messages from Lea and Chris and his other cast mates until he sees the one from her, and calls it up.
Thinking of you, wish you were here.
There's a picture attached, and he smiles when he opens it and sees her bracelet, a glittering bowtie around her wrist.
"I love it," he murmurs when he raises the phone to his ear again, tugging his laptop closer to him. "I wish I could've been there."
She sighs. "Me too. I mean, you wouldn't have really been my date, but at least we would've been there together. And maybe snuck off for a little bit."
He smiles as he taps her name into Google, hoping to see the pictures of her dress.
"Jesus, Di," he breathes when the images come up. "You look beautiful."
He hears her laugh quietly, and then grins. "So what're you wearing now?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she teases.
He raises an eyebrow. "You know, I thought of you earlier. When I saw those pictures of you from last night."
He thinks back to that morning, coming across the pictures of her from the Globes party the previous evening and seeing that dress that displayed her breasts perfectly, and that fluttery skirt that he wanted to push right up to her hips. The only thing better than getting off to pictures of your secret girlfriend first thing in the morning is getting off with your secret girlfriend first thing in the morning, but sometimes you have to take what you can get.
"Did you now?"
Her tone is still teasing, but he can hear a vague note of longing underneath it, and sighs quietly to himself. Just a few more months until they're no longer coworkers, and then they can finally really be together.
"I miss you," he murmurs. "I hope you can get out here to see the show."
"You know I want to. I'm gonna try."
"I know." He stifles a yawn. It's even later for him than it is for her, but he wanted to wait up for her to call him. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay. Night."
He ends the call and sets his phone on the nightstand before moving into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
He's just flipped the lamp off and settled into bed when his phone beeps.
He frowns a little and reaches for it, and the corner of his mouth rises when he sees who the text message is from.
He calls it up, and his brow creases slightly as he reads the message.
Thinking of you now too.
He opens the attached picture, and his eyes widen when he sees her hand in between her legs, her arm lying across her bare stomach. It's only one more thought to imagine what her fingers are doing, to think of the movements of her body as she touches herself, and he can feel himself growing hard.
His head falls back against his pillows, a strangled, "Fuck," slipping from him, and he blindly sets his phone back on the table before slipping his hands down the front of his pajama pants.
"Did you get it?"
He frowns slightly, his brain a little muddled from exhaustion. "Get what?"
He can almost hear her roll her eyes. "Check your texts. And don't hang up on me this time."
He smirks and lowers his phone, carefully pulling up his text messages. He scrolls past messages from Lea and Chris and his other cast mates until he sees the one from her, and calls it up.
Thinking of you, wish you were here.
There's a picture attached, and he smiles when he opens it and sees her bracelet, a glittering bowtie around her wrist.
"I love it," he murmurs when he raises the phone to his ear again, tugging his laptop closer to him. "I wish I could've been there."
She sighs. "Me too. I mean, you wouldn't have really been my date, but at least we would've been there together. And maybe snuck off for a little bit."
He smiles as he taps her name into Google, hoping to see the pictures of her dress.
"Jesus, Di," he breathes when the images come up. "You look beautiful."
He hears her laugh quietly, and then grins. "So what're you wearing now?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she teases.
He raises an eyebrow. "You know, I thought of you earlier. When I saw those pictures of you from last night."
He thinks back to that morning, coming across the pictures of her from the Globes party the previous evening and seeing that dress that displayed her breasts perfectly, and that fluttery skirt that he wanted to push right up to her hips. The only thing better than getting off to pictures of your secret girlfriend first thing in the morning is getting off with your secret girlfriend first thing in the morning, but sometimes you have to take what you can get.
"Did you now?"
Her tone is still teasing, but he can hear a vague note of longing underneath it, and sighs quietly to himself. Just a few more months until they're no longer coworkers, and then they can finally really be together.
"I miss you," he murmurs. "I hope you can get out here to see the show."
"You know I want to. I'm gonna try."
"I know." He stifles a yawn. It's even later for him than it is for her, but he wanted to wait up for her to call him. "I'll talk to you later, okay?"
"Okay. Night."
He ends the call and sets his phone on the nightstand before moving into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
He's just flipped the lamp off and settled into bed when his phone beeps.
He frowns a little and reaches for it, and the corner of his mouth rises when he sees who the text message is from.
He calls it up, and his brow creases slightly as he reads the message.
Thinking of you now too.
He opens the attached picture, and his eyes widen when he sees her hand in between her legs, her arm lying across her bare stomach. It's only one more thought to imagine what her fingers are doing, to think of the movements of her body as she touches herself, and he can feel himself growing hard.
His head falls back against his pillows, a strangled, "Fuck," slipping from him, and he blindly sets his phone back on the table before slipping his hands down the front of his pajama pants.