Johnny Depp One Shots PART 2

All That Glitters

Mallory walked into the hotel bar at the end of her long day and scanned the room, she thought the Hollywood Vampires might be in the bar as they told her they where staying there why they where doing a show, she was the organizer at the theater for shows so she had greeted them when they arrived. She expected to see a few scattered about, but was taken aback when she spotted Johnny sitting in a corner booth alone normally he'd have his security around him but no not this time, he was nursing a glass of wine. His dark hair looked tousled as if he had been running his fingers through it all day. He glanced up when he heard footsteps and their eyes met. The corners of his lips curled upwards ever so slightly as he studied her with interest. Her heart beat fast as he motioned for her to take a seat. They made small talk as she waited on her drink. She noticed two distinct things: 1) that Johnny's lips had curved into an inviting smile that showed off his perfect teeth; 2) how he leaned closer towards her when he talked, almost as if trying to connect even more than they already were through words alone.

She felt her body awaken with excitement as butterflies began racing around inside her stomach; she had always been very professional with all the artists that she had met, she did admit she was looking forward to meeting Johnny Depp but not in a romantic way, but yet here they were in some romanticized set-up at a hotel bar. And though she knew it was wrong, she couldn't help but be excited - and terrified at the same time.

As Johnny reached for his third glass of wine, their hands grazed each other's under the table. His touch was electric and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She quickly moved her hand away from his, not wanting to make things too awkward between them yet still feeling the tingling sensation that ran through her veins from just his simple gesture. Johnny laughed quietly, obviously enjoying this game they were playing as he continued to draw nearer to her, resting his hand on top of her thigh under the table. The warmth of him against her sent pleasant shivers across her skin and she couldn't remember feeling so alive like this before in all of her life.

She was lost in the intensity of Johnny's gaze as they talked about nothing and everything. Every time their eyes met, she found herself being drawn in deeper, the world around them fading into the background. The bar was noisy with the chatter of the other patrons, but for Mallory, the only sound she heard was the thump-thump of her racing heart. He was going to be her downfall whether she knew it or not.

As the night wore on, Johnny's touch became bolder, his hand trailing up and down the length of her thigh. Fingers slipping every so slightly between them, parting her legs. Mallory's breath hitched in her throat as she felt the heat of his touch radiating through her jeans, her body responding with a shudder. Johnny  leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to her ear as he whispered, "Let's get outta here."

She swallowed hard, as her heart raced at the suggestion, but despite the danger that flashed in her mind, she found herself nodding in agreement. Johnny grinned playfully at her response, taking her hand in his as he led her out of the bar and towards his room.

As they walked down the hall, he paused, turning to face her. For a moment, Mallory could see the conflict in his eyes, as if he was struggling with a decision. But then, with a resolve that made Mallory's heart stop, Johnny leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

It was a kiss that sucked the air from her lungs. She felt as if she was falling, her mind consumed with the intensity of what was happening between them. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the heat of Johnny's touch and the sound of their breathing. As Johnny pulled away from the kiss, she opened her eyes, seeing a look of both passion and fear in his gaze. She knew that this was the beginning of something dangerous, but she couldn't bring herself to care; even if it meant maybe risking her job. What had she gotten herself into?