Johnny Depp: Short Stories

Edward Scissorhands (Smut/Fluff)

Requested by SpencersLilPsycho

     Edward playfully swung his arm back and forth between him and you. He was so happy he could hold your hand, even if it was just the left.

    You two were walking down the sidewalk back to your house, and had just attended a barbeque about an hour before.

      When you were a child, you had an arm infection from a cut that was caused from running through the patch of woods behind your house. You were chasing your brother in a game of tag, and you'd fallen and scraped your arm.

        By the time you'd washed it, the dirt and whatever else had been on it had settled in, and there were red veins crawling up your arm.

        Long story short, your parents and you made the decision to have your arm amputated to save you. The infection was just too strong.

        Thankfully, the metal arm the doctors gave you was mobile, and you could pick things up, write, and drive.

         And best of all, you could hold Edward's hand.

         Your parents were wary of Edward's hands at first, because you only had one arm and hand with flesh- what if he accidentally cut you?

         But after a few talks with them, they eventually came around. You had a metal body part like Edward too.

          He lifted your hand to his lips, kissing the metal. You didn't have any feeling in that hand, but you averted your eyes in embarrassment.

          "Edward.."

          "I like kissing your  hands, Y/N. And I love holding this one too." He mused, carefully circling his arm around you, bringing you close.

           You reached up and touched his cheek with your right hand, feeling his soft skin and scars under your fingers. He leaned his face into your palm, his eyes on yours.

           They were so soft, as if you hung the stars in the sky.

           "I love you." You smiled. "I love you too, Y/N." He whispered.

           He ducked his head when you kissed him, running your fingers through his hair.

           The hums that left his lips vibrated through your skin when you lightly massaged his scalp, feeling his soft hair through your fingers.

          You were so glad that he could at least touch you and hold your hand, something he'd most likely never had the opportunity to do before he met you. It made you feel closer to him, in a way.

          He'd been so terrified to hold your hand at first, but it took a few tries, mostly on your part, gently coaxing him. When Edward managed to, he nearly cried with happiness.

          Your relationship had went slow, being that he was obviously inexperienced with the entire thing, but you were patient with him. His first time with you was sweet and gentle, a little bit awkward, but it was very sweet.

          As long as both of you were comfortable then that's what mattered.

          A stray wetness rushed down your face, and you pulled away, seeing how the clouds went gray.

         "Uh oh," you started, "We should get inside."

          Edward glanced up, blinking as a raindrop fell near his eyes. "Ooh, good idea. Let's go, Y/N."