My heart is always with you (a johnny depp love story)

Chapter 12

Johnny stared me up and down as I slipped my dress back on. I caught his glance and he turned away blushing at me.

"You're blushing, Mr.Depp!" I started, "Whatever for?"

"You look beautiful, is all." Now I was the one blushing. A hot crimson liquid filling my cheeks. I zipped up my dress and he looked at me nervously.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Johnny asked. I was sure. I knew I wanted to do  this. Johnny has a private island he wants to take me to. Very Rum Diary-esque. I nodded at him reassuringly. I had called my mom explaining that I was going on a 'road trip' for the production. Not that she would care, her drunkeness helping her to inabiliatate any situation. 

Johnny grabbed my hand, his fingers wrapping around mine. He had told Martin that he needed some time off the movie. Some time to 'think' for want of a better word. We were supposed to catch a plane in two hours and Johnny had called for a car. He guided me outside to wear a black suv was waiting. After we got in the car, I let myself lean on his shoulder inhaling the scent of dulled tobacco. The sweetest smell in my opinion. I grazed my lips over his neck as the car slowly started to drive forward.  I sucked on his neck sweetly, running my tounge over the ever growing goosebumps and smiled. The very next minute he grabbed my waist and wisphered in my ear, "you know, your lips taste nice". I giggled alittle too hard and he winked at me. I swear to god, the way his eyelashes batted together in the one most enchantingly sexual motion ive ever seen made my body ache. And I had it all at my fingertips.

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I dont remember the next 3 hours of car driving, probaly because I had fallen asleep in his lap. Which is, by the way, one of the most amazing places to fall asleep. His pants smell nice, as odd as that sounds, the warms smell of early mornings. I woke up to the slightly rough graze of his fingers trailing across my forehead. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep, I sleep ugly! Its horrible, ive always been self concious about it. He smiled at me and I sat up almost instantly. "Whats wrong, baby?" he asked. I shivered.

"Ah its nothing." I shook it off, he'd probaly been asleep too. I looked in the mirror before we steped out, and my hair had held surpisingly well for someone who, in the past 7 hours, had sex twice and slept in someones lap. I was shocked to hear myself think that. Maybe I was doing something wrong, this is moving too fast. I caught his glance and something about the look in his brown eyes remiminded me that i was doing the right thing. My shoulders untightened and I felt as if a HUGE weight lift off my cheest. He grabbed my hand and gave it a little squeeze, leading me through the airport gates.