How to take a hostage (Johnny Depp fanfiction)

Chapter 30

I buried my head in my hands. Fuck. What did I do? Could it had been more embarrassing? In any way? The answer was no. Just no.

"If you want to wait it's fine for me, I know it's a bit difficult to trust me", he interrupted my tries to get a normal skin color again. Surprised he thought it was a question of trust I turned around. "You think it's a question of trust?", I asked, nervously clawing the table. Thoughtful he looked at me, probably trying to assume what I was thinking. "Isn't it?", he walked towards me, holding his head a bit awry. I avoided looking into his eyes, I knew they would turn my knees weak again. Now he stood closely in front of me and laid his hand onto my cheek. "I'm always gonna be here and protect you, whatever will happen and you don't have to fear me nor those people. Just forget about them." Great idea to mention it then. Slowly I moved my eyes up from his feet over his legs and chest to his face. "Okay", I simply said and kissed him softly, intervening my hands behind his neck. I could feel his warm neck at my cold hands, it almost hurt how warm he was compared to me. When he broke the kiss my hands wandered from his neck to his back, triggering shivers. It felt good to see that not just he could do things with me, but also his body reacted to me. Or to my cold hands. I smiled up to him and he grinned down to me. It was his usual smirking grin that was just too sexy. Whooops did I think that? Why was I thinking about stuff like that?

"Sometimes I just wanna know what's going on inside that little head", he said assessing me. I chuckled lightly, "you never will", I teased him, putting out my tongue like a three year old. "So I have to tickle it out of you?", he smirked and tried to tickle my stomach, but I was faster and ran into my room. "Don't you dare", I shouted, but as I should  have expected he wrapped his arms around my waist and carried me over to my bed. I fidgeted with my legs "Jooooooohn nooooo", he just loved it to carry me up. When would he believe me that I had legs too? He put me down and started to tickle my stomach. I bended my body and tried to get free, but I was laughing too hard. "Will you stop being naughty now?", he asked, still not stopping. "Never!", I shouted, tears popping into my eyes, it was almost painful to laugh that hard.

After he almost tickled me to death and I promised not to be naughty again - he really thought I would keep that - we cuddled again. Strange that I felt safe in his arms, although with those the whole drama started. His eyes were deep as a lake, but brown and warm remembering me of chocolate. Somehow he could dim them, so not everyone could read in them. Would be useful to learn that trick, everything I thought, some people could easily see. I was an open book to a few, but for the rest I was unreadable. Just like a book written in another language. And only people who spoke that language could read me. I liked that thought. "I gotta go now", he blew a kiss on to my forehead and left. "Wait!", I yelled, "when will I see you again?", I asked. He turned round, "I'll pick you up after school okay?" Could he do that? He still was searched in the whole fucking country. I managed myself to nod and saw him leave.

Man I was hopelessly in love with him and nothing could change that.