kind of inevitable - Dianna/Darren RPF; Adult
They stand still, staring at the lone bed in the middle of the room, and the silence is broken by her sigh.
"So not only do they mess up both of our reservations and put us in one room, they've given us a room with only one bed."
He sighs too, setting his suitcase on the floor. "I guess we can go back down -"
She cuts him off with a groan. "No, it's already so late, and I'm so tired. Let's just deal with it."
"You can have the bed, I'll just sleep on the couch," he murmurs, walking over to peer at it.
She follows him, her expression skeptical as she looks at it too. She bends to press her hand on a cushion, and shakes her head.
"This thing is awful, I'm not making one of my friends sleep on this. You can share the bed with me."
His eyebrows shoot up. "Are you sure?"
She grins a little. "It's fine, Darren."
"I promise to be a perfect gentleman all night."
She giggles softly as she lifts her suitcase on to the foot of the bed. "I know you will."
She rummages in her bag, pulling out her toiletry bag and pajamas, and announces she's going to shower.
He watches her go, and then takes a quiet breath as he walks over to the window.
As soon as they get up in the morning, they'll have to go and see if they can't get separate rooms, because he's not sure if he can stay with her in this room for the entire time they're here without her finding out how he feels about her.
Especially if there's only one bed.
She emerges from the bathroom a little while later, dressed in shorts and a tank top, and he tries to avoid staring at her as he moves into the bathroom to take his own shower.
She's sitting in bed when he comes out, her phone in her hands, and glances up at him as he passes by the bed.
A teasing smirk curves her lips. "Oh, look, the fro has been unleashed."
"Shut up," he retorts, tossing his dirty clothes into his suitcase. "It's not nearly as big as it could be."
She giggles and he smiles a little as he moves over to the bed.
"Twitter?" he asks, nodding at her phone.
She grins a little and nods. "You know, you could update yours more than once in a blue moon."
"Nah. It gives me an edge of mystery. Nobody ever knows when I'm going to post."
She snorts and shakes her head, leaning over to set her phone on the bedside table as he settles on the other side of the bed.
Their lamps go off, and they lie in silence for a moment before she sighs.
"I think my shower woke me up a little," she murmurs.
He laughs softly. "Mine too."
The mattress creaks quietly as she shifts, and he looks over to see her turned on her side to face him.
He copies her pose, turning to face her, bunching his pillow a little and folding his arm underneath it.
"At least we don't have to do anything tomorrow," she says, her smile ghostly in the dim lighting.
"Yeah, one day to ourselves before we get cameras and microphones shoved in our faces."
"We can sleep in, have lunch somewhere, wander around a bit."
He hums in approval, and her smile widens.
"Anything in particular you want to do tomorrow?" he asks.
She shrugs. "Not really. I like going wherever my feet take me."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
"A plan to get good and lost."
He grins. "Just as well."
They lie awake for a while, talking about whatever comes to mind, trying to lull themselves to sleep.
There's something about it being dark and late that makes them keep their voices low, almost whispering across their pillows, and he loves the way she laughs, quiet giggles that feel like they're for him only.
Eventually the pauses between statements become longer, and she falls asleep first, still turned on her side to face him.
He watches her sleep a moment before his eyes fall closed and he drifts off too.
Faint early morning light is beginning to filter through the gaps in the curtains when her eyes open again, and she stares sleepily at it.
It's too early to get up, and she starts to go back to sleep, when a realization hits her.
His body is warm right beside hers, the cotton of his t-shirt soft underneath her hand where it rests on his stomach.
She moves her head slightly, tipping it up to look at his face, feeling his hand move against her shoulder when she shifts.
He's still asleep, but so close, and a slow smile curves her lips as she looks at him, close enough to see each individual eyelash and the shadow of stubble on his cheeks.
Waking up in his arms is not at all what she expected, but it's also not at all unwelcome, and she lowers her head again, snuggling a little closer as she closes her eyes to go back to sleep.
A couple of hours later he wakes up, frowning against the light for a moment before his eyes adjust.
It feels too early to get up, and his body relaxes when he remembers that he doesn't have to yet if he doesn't want to.
He lies still a moment, and then becomes aware of her body lined up right alongside his.
His gaze drops, taking in his arm around her shoulders, her hand on his chest, and though he wants to enjoy the moment, all he can feel is a sharp twisting of his stomach.
This is exactly what he was afraid would happen, and he's almost certain she'll kill him when she wakes up and realizes what's going on.
Just as he's trying to figure out how to shift their positions without waking her, she stirs, inhaling deeply as she stretches, pressing briefly against his side.
Her head shifts against his shoulder as she looks up at him, and there's a small smile on her face that disappears when she looks fully at him.
"What's wrong?"
"I didn't mean to -"
He gestures at the two of them and she laughs softly.
"I think it was kind of inevitable. And a mutual endeavor."
She's smiling again, looking more than comfortable at how they've ended up, and he smiles back, his anxiety beginning to fade.
She looks at him a moment longer, and then shifts slightly, turning more onto her stomach as she pushes up.
Her lips touch his in a soft kiss, and she pulls her head back just enough to meet his eyes; a beat later both of his hands rise to her face and he pulls her to him for another kiss.
Their bodies turn until they're on their sides, his hands slipping into her hair as her hand moves to his back, gripping his shirt in her fingers.
Her hand slides down to the small of his back, and she pulls him closer, lifting her leg over his and pushing her hips forward.
He pushes back, kissing her with more intensity, and moves one hand down to rest on her hip, his fingertips rubbing over the waistband of her shorts.
His hand drifts up, under her shirt, and he strokes her skin, moving slowly around to her back.
When she pushes against him again, he breaks the kiss, taking a breath as he opens his eyes to look at her.
His fingertips ghost over the skin of her back, and his gaze roams over her face before meeting her eyes again.
"Stop me."
It's not a request, or a command, but an invitation for her to stop this if she wants to, to not let things go any further than they already have.
Her teeth press into her bottom lip as the corner of her mouth rises, and she shakes her head, whispering, "No," before kissing him again.
A brief grin curves his lips before he kisses her back, pulling his hand from her shirt to grip the bottom of it.
The kiss breaks as they shift so he can tug it off over her head, and he tosses it somewhere behind him before turning her onto her back and moving over her, lowering his mouth to her neck.
His kisses are light, drifting lazily down to her chest, and she sighs when she feels his eyelashes whisper over her skin.
It feels like a dream, but they know it's not, her skin warm under his lips, his hair soft under her hands as she slips her fingers into it, his knees lightly gripping her hips as he straddles her body.
His mouth reaches her breast, and he brings one hand up to knead the soft swell as he kisses it, making her moan softly and arch into his touch.
He sucks gently on her nipple, making her moan louder and tighten her grip on his hair, and he moves to kiss the space between her breasts, flicking his tongue very lightly over it, before continuing up the swell of her other breast.
After a few moments, her hands drop to grip his shirt, and she tugs, pulling him up so she can kiss him again, her tongue sliding against his as her hands move down his back to grab the edge of his t-shirt.
He pushes up, helping her pull his shirt off, and it gets tossed in the vicinity of hers as he lowers his mouth to hers once more.
His hand trails down her body, moving slowly, caressing her skin, tracing the curve of her side to her hip, and then he pushes against the waist of her shorts.
With a bit of maneuvering, they work them down her legs, and he watches as she kicks her feet, flinging them over the foot of the bed.
He grins as he looks at her again, and bends to kiss her, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
He's shifted to the side now, his knee between hers, and his hand slides to her inner thigh to stroke the sensitive skin there.
Her legs spread a little as his fingers drift up, and she makes a sound when he touches them to her center, lightly tracing her folds before pushing a finger inside of her.
He's been hard since they started doing this, but the way she feels, so warm and so wet, clenching around his single digit, makes him even harder.
He adds another finger, pushing deeper and stroking slowly, and she moans, biting her lip as her legs spread even more.
Finally she whimpers his name, and he withdraws his fingers, sliding them into his mouth to know what she tastes like.
The action makes her bite her lip again, and he grins a little before shifting to take his pajama bottoms off.
Her legs spread wider still as he settles between her thighs, and her hands grip his sides as he slowly pushes inside of her, her mouth falling open when he's in all the way.
What seems like months of wishing and dreaming has finally led to this, and he has no intention of rushing anything, wanting to take his time and make her feel as good as he can.
He stretches out over her, moving his hips at a steady, easy pace as he presses his lips to her neck, and her fingers dig into his flesh, holding him tightly as he moves.
Her hands slide up his back, and then her arms wrap around his shoulders, one hand rising to comb her fingers through his hair.
He feels her lips press softly to the side of his head, and echoes her against her jaw before once again finding her mouth with his.
He maintains his pace for several minutes, and then shifts, bringing his knees up slightly and pushing her thighs up a little higher.
Her pelvis tilts, and he slips deeper into her, loving the way her mouth drops open again, a soft cry escaping her throat as her head tips against the pillow.
He kisses the newly exposed skin of her neck, pushing a little harder now, relishing every quiet sound she makes when he presses all the way in.
Shifting once more, he hooks her leg over his arm, slipping as deep inside of her as he can, wanting so bad to know what she looks and sounds like when she comes.
One of her hands drops to the bed, and then suddenly she's coming with a long, low moan, pulsing around him as her fingers tightly grip the sheet, her other hand rising above her head to firmly grasp the pillow.
He keeps moving, hearing and absorbing every gasp, and whimper, and quiet utterance of his name, until he comes too with a short, slightly strangled cry.
He slumps over her, pulling his arm from under her leg as he raises his hand to brush it over her hair, and her thighs squeeze his hips, keeping him close.
He kisses her gently, sweeping his thumb over her eyebrow before letting it drift down the side of her face, and she smiles when he pulls back.
Though she looks extremely satisfied, there's a sleepy pull to her eyes, and he grins a little.
"Looks like someone wants to go back to sleep."
She giggles softly. "You wore me out."
His grin widens, and he shifts to lie beside her, pulling her to him with an arm around her shoulders.
She snuggles up beside him, touching a light kiss to his chest before resting her head on it, her arm sliding around his middle.
He reaches down to tug the single sheet over them, and it's not long before they're sound asleep once more.
They wake up again a few hours later, stretching and yawning, though neither of them makes a move to get up.
"I have to admit," she murmurs, settling against him once more, "this is the last thing I expected to happen on this trip."
He laughs softly, his fingers idly stroking her arm. "I suppose it probably wouldn't have if we hadn't been stuck with this room."
"Thank god for messed up reservations, then."
They're quite for a moment, and then he takes a breath. "I've wanted this for a long time."
"So have I."
He looks down at her, surprised. "Really?"
She smiles a little as she meets his gaze. "Yeah. I thought you maybe had a thing for me, judging from some of the things I knew you'd said about me, but you have a way of gushing about everybody, so I wasn't really sure if it was just that, or if I was really something special."
"You are definitely something special."
Her smile widens, and he lowers his head to kiss her.
"So," she begins when he pulls back, "lunch now? I'm kind of starving."
He grins and nods. "Yeah, me too."
He pulls his arm from around her and moves to his suitcase for some clothes as she rolls over to grab her phone from the bedside table.
She opens her Twitter app, biting her lip as her mouth curves, thinking a moment before starting to type.
Free day before the whirlwind begins. Lucky to be here with @DarrenCriss
She hesitates a moment, and then adds a little heart after his name before sending the Tweet, and stands to get dressed as well.