Johnny Depp Imagines

Rest

You are sitting on the bed, legs crossed and working on your laptop. Johnny's lying next to you watching TV, but more often than not he's sneaking looks at you and barely acknowledges the working television. You close your eyes for a moment and rub your forehead with your fingers; your head is killing you but you still have a lot of work to do, so you get back to it. You're startled when you suddenly feel Johnny's long fingers on your forehead but you moan quietly in pleasure when he starts massaging it.

"I wish you could listen to me for once and quit that job." He says and you sigh leaning backwards against him. You've had the same conversation a lot of times before.

"I thought we were over this."

"So did I, but look at you; you're working almost all day, every day, and sometimes even in the weekends. You've got dark circles under your eyes, you're overstressed and when was the last time you got to sleep for a whole night?!"

"I don't know, but..."

"Exactly."

"Look, you know my opinion on this. I love you more than myself, but I won't accept a single penny from your money. I don't want it and I don't need it. I'm an independent woman and I want to earn the money I need for a living. And besides you know how much I love my job."

"I know, but I'm worried about you, love. You're overdoing yourself."

You turn to look at him and put your hand on his cheek with a smile.

"You don't have to worry. I'm fine, really." You reassure him and lean in to kiss his lips. "I love you."

He responds with the same and kisses you back, using the opportunity to close your laptop.

"Hey, I was still working!" You protest but can't help the smirk on your face.

He smirks too.

"Not anymore. You need to rest."

He pulls you close to himself and wraps his arms around you. You put your head on his shoulder and one of your hands on his chest. His heartbeat is so soothing and it makes you finally realize how exhausted you are. He kisses your forehead and places one of his hands on top of yours that is resting on his chest.

"Do you feel that?" He asks pressing your hand gently against his chest. "It's beating for you. And if something happens to you it'll stop forever."

"Don't say that." You say even though his words have touched your heart. "With or without me your heart will always beat."

"Not without you, it won't."

You sigh into his neck and pull him closer. It's not like you're not touched by what he's saying, but sometimes you hate it when he talks like that. You know nothing lasts forever and you realize anything can happen at any time. And sometimes you're scared, but not for yourself. You're scared because you love him more than anything and if something happens to you, he'd be heartbroken and alone.

And it's then when you realize, that maybe he's rightand you should take a rest. You hug him even tighter because as you'vealready established...nothing lasts forever.