nothing more
nothing more - Dianna/Darren RPF; G
There's a lot of noise and laughter going on at the front of the plane, but Dianna's in the back by herself, curled up in a seat as she goes through the pictures on her camera.
They're not quite two hours into their long flight to Europe for the next leg of the tour, and everyone is still wired, burning off the last of their energy.
Dianna smiles as she glances up at her friends, and then looks back down at her camera, still smiling as she looks at the picture of Cory lifting Lea up off the floor, he smiling broadly while her mouth is open in a wild laugh. The next picture is Heather and Naya, laughing together before going out on stage; Mark, Chord, and Harry are next, looking at something in a magazine; Darren and Chris follow, sitting side by side on the floor as they talk, backs against the wall.
She looks up at the soft shuffle of footsteps, and her smile widens as she sees Darren walking towards her.
"Make a space," he murmurs, and then starts to lower himself into the seat with her before she can move.
She squeals, crinkling her nose as she laughs, raising her hands to press against his back. "No, you're gonna squish me!"
"So move!" he replies, laughing too as he pushes against her leg.
Finally they're stuffed into the seat together, she half on his lap, her legs draped over his. His arm stretches around her shoulders, and his other hand rests lightly on her thigh, holding her in place more than anything, but she still likes the way it feels.
"So what're you doing back here all by yourself?"
She smiles and reaches for her camera again, set aside during their shifting around. "Just going through the pictures from tonight."
"Anything good?"
She shakes her head as she glances over at him. "They're always good."
He smiles, and she shifts slightly, holding the camera so they can both see the pictures as she continues going through them.
She stops abruptly when she comes across one of herself, standing in front of one of the full-length mirrors backstage, staring at her reflection as she adjusts her shirt.
A small frown creases her brow, and then she remembers Darren being nearby. She hadn't taken much notice of him at the time, too busy getting herself ready for the next performance, but now guesses that he took her camera when she set it aside.
Her gaze turns to him now, and she sees the slight curve of his lips, confirming her suspicions.
"You took this?" she asks softly.
His eyes meet hers, his smile growing, and his shoulders rise in a quick shrug as he tilts his head slightly. "You're beautiful, Di. I'd take pictures of you all day long, if I could."
A breathless laugh escapes her, and she drops her gaze, giving a tiny shake of her head. She can still hear the others at the front of the plane, but they all sound so far away now; all she can seem to focus on is Darren, the warmth of his body so close to hers, his hand still on her thigh, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
There's something there for her, though she's never been quite sure what, and now she's faced with the thought that there's maybe something there for him too.
He says her name, his voice soft, and she looks up at him again.
"I really want to kiss you right now," he murmurs, his gaze flicking between her mouth and her eyes.
She takes a breath. "Darren -"
His other hand moves to tuck her hair behind her ear, and his thumb brushes over her cheek. "Just a kiss, Di. Nothing more."
She bites gently on her lower lip a moment, and then smiles as she nods.
He grins and leans forward, his hand sliding to her neck as his lips press against hers.
She shifts when he pulls back a little, turning more of her body towards him, and her hand curls around the back of his neck as she kisses him again. She can feel the barest curve of his lips before he kisses her back, and there's a flutter in her stomach when the hand on her thigh slides to her waist.
She feels a little breathless when they break apart, and she licks her lips before she giggles softly, leaning forward and hiding her face against his neck.
He chuckles lightly, hugging her close as his lips press against the top of her head, and they're quiet a moment. The noise level from the front of the plane is still high, and it seems that nobody else has noticed what just happened.
Eventually she picks up her camera again, and they go through the rest of the pictures, sitting closer now than they were before.
She puts the camera away once they're finished, and they sit and talk as the energy level on the plane dies down.
Soon she's nodding off against his shoulder, lulled closer and closer to sleep by the steady sound of the plane, and the feel of his arms around her.
He shifts suddenly, and her eyes drift open. She's afraid he's going to leave, go back to his seat, but then she sees he's stretching his arm forward to snag a blanket from the seat across from them.
She smiles sleepily as he tugs it over them, and snuggles closer to him, wrapping her arm around his middle as his come around her again.
There's a lot of noise and laughter going on at the front of the plane, but Dianna's in the back by herself, curled up in a seat as she goes through the pictures on her camera.
They're not quite two hours into their long flight to Europe for the next leg of the tour, and everyone is still wired, burning off the last of their energy.
Dianna smiles as she glances up at her friends, and then looks back down at her camera, still smiling as she looks at the picture of Cory lifting Lea up off the floor, he smiling broadly while her mouth is open in a wild laugh. The next picture is Heather and Naya, laughing together before going out on stage; Mark, Chord, and Harry are next, looking at something in a magazine; Darren and Chris follow, sitting side by side on the floor as they talk, backs against the wall.
She looks up at the soft shuffle of footsteps, and her smile widens as she sees Darren walking towards her.
"Make a space," he murmurs, and then starts to lower himself into the seat with her before she can move.
She squeals, crinkling her nose as she laughs, raising her hands to press against his back. "No, you're gonna squish me!"
"So move!" he replies, laughing too as he pushes against her leg.
Finally they're stuffed into the seat together, she half on his lap, her legs draped over his. His arm stretches around her shoulders, and his other hand rests lightly on her thigh, holding her in place more than anything, but she still likes the way it feels.
"So what're you doing back here all by yourself?"
She smiles and reaches for her camera again, set aside during their shifting around. "Just going through the pictures from tonight."
"Anything good?"
She shakes her head as she glances over at him. "They're always good."
He smiles, and she shifts slightly, holding the camera so they can both see the pictures as she continues going through them.
She stops abruptly when she comes across one of herself, standing in front of one of the full-length mirrors backstage, staring at her reflection as she adjusts her shirt.
A small frown creases her brow, and then she remembers Darren being nearby. She hadn't taken much notice of him at the time, too busy getting herself ready for the next performance, but now guesses that he took her camera when she set it aside.
Her gaze turns to him now, and she sees the slight curve of his lips, confirming her suspicions.
"You took this?" she asks softly.
His eyes meet hers, his smile growing, and his shoulders rise in a quick shrug as he tilts his head slightly. "You're beautiful, Di. I'd take pictures of you all day long, if I could."
A breathless laugh escapes her, and she drops her gaze, giving a tiny shake of her head. She can still hear the others at the front of the plane, but they all sound so far away now; all she can seem to focus on is Darren, the warmth of his body so close to hers, his hand still on her thigh, the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
There's something there for her, though she's never been quite sure what, and now she's faced with the thought that there's maybe something there for him too.
He says her name, his voice soft, and she looks up at him again.
"I really want to kiss you right now," he murmurs, his gaze flicking between her mouth and her eyes.
She takes a breath. "Darren -"
His other hand moves to tuck her hair behind her ear, and his thumb brushes over her cheek. "Just a kiss, Di. Nothing more."
She bites gently on her lower lip a moment, and then smiles as she nods.
He grins and leans forward, his hand sliding to her neck as his lips press against hers.
She shifts when he pulls back a little, turning more of her body towards him, and her hand curls around the back of his neck as she kisses him again. She can feel the barest curve of his lips before he kisses her back, and there's a flutter in her stomach when the hand on her thigh slides to her waist.
She feels a little breathless when they break apart, and she licks her lips before she giggles softly, leaning forward and hiding her face against his neck.
He chuckles lightly, hugging her close as his lips press against the top of her head, and they're quiet a moment. The noise level from the front of the plane is still high, and it seems that nobody else has noticed what just happened.
Eventually she picks up her camera again, and they go through the rest of the pictures, sitting closer now than they were before.
She puts the camera away once they're finished, and they sit and talk as the energy level on the plane dies down.
Soon she's nodding off against his shoulder, lulled closer and closer to sleep by the steady sound of the plane, and the feel of his arms around her.
He shifts suddenly, and her eyes drift open. She's afraid he's going to leave, go back to his seat, but then she sees he's stretching his arm forward to snag a blanket from the seat across from them.
She smiles sleepily as he tugs it over them, and snuggles closer to him, wrapping her arm around his middle as his come around her again.