Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Tom Hanson (Fluff/Angst)

*There is implied sexual assault/sexual abuse/and or molestation in this oneshot! Just a warning.
I hope I've written it while also being respectful to those who have been through any of that. If I have in any way accidentally offended anyone, please let me know.

Your heavy breaths mingled as Tom's lips made their way across your neck and to your collarbones, slipping the collar of your shirt down for better access.

"Tom," you panted, "Tom, we can't -"

"We are now, babe." He murmured, kissing your chin before claiming your lips, his hair messy from your hands.

He was a very good kisser. And he knew it, the smug bastard.

Moaning softly, you adjusted your position in his lap, the air inside his car very close.

He pressed forward, making your body fall back, and-

BEEEP!

You both jumped, the sound of the horn startling you two. "Seriously, Tom?"

He leaned back against the seat, his face flushed, hair wild, and his collarbones sporting the marks you left on him.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he pleaded, but his smirk didn't do the act justice. "Let's try and catch this guy, now that you gave us away."

You scrambled, more or less gracefully, into the passenger seat.

"Me?! You're the one who pushed me back, you didn't think I wouldn't accidentally get the horn?" You spluttered incredulously.

"I got carried away!"

You snorted at his excuse. "Sure, Tom Hanson. Let's see what Fuller would think when I tell him that."

He opened his mouth to protest, but you quickly added, "Assuming we haven't got caught."

He adjusted his clothes, running a hand through his hair in disappointment. "Why do you always win these arguments?"

"Because the woman's always right."

"I think you have the wrong quote, but okay."

"Whatever, Tom."

He chuckled dryly. "I'm sorry, I am. Let's focus now."

Glancing around, you set your sights on the dark blue and white house across the street from where you were parked. There was a hedge blocking the side of it, but the front wasn't obscured.

Fuller had put you and Tom on a stakeout, that this house was targeted for arson. A student at school was being bullied, so he set fires to the belongings of his bullies.

First it was in a trash can in the bathroom, then a fire in the parking lot. There were also witnesses who saw a shady figure pass by this particular house with a lighter, but so far no other activity.

Unbeknownst to Fuller, you and Tom had been secretly dating for about three months now. You were new to Jump Street, and had worked there for six months.

Judy had figured it out due to one time when you and Tom came back from the copy room looking disheveled. Then she'd promised to keep a tight lip about it, although she was grinning the entire time.

"We've been sitting here for almost two hours, this seems like a waste of time." You groaned, propping your head on your hands.

Tom sat up, peering through the darkness. "Wait- I think I saw something."

You sat forward, trying to see a shape at least. It was so dark on this street, the closest lights were at the end of the block.

"What are you-"