I Know You | By : LadyDepp Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 2150 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Author: Viper
Title: I Know You
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Pairing: M/F – Johnny and Maggie
A/N: My first ever celebrity AND adult fic, so expect some, or many, rough patches…especially since I don’t have a beta.
Yes, this is a WIP like it says in the title and this prologue is just a bit of an introduction...no sex yet seeing as I'm still testing the waters with this idea...it would be nice to see what people think, I suppose.
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“Wake up to Juice Fm; the best music mix in town. And now here’s Ironic by Alanis Morissette.”
Maggie groaned and flung out a hand to turn off her radio alarm clock. The sun was flooding through the slatted blinds, creating lines of light on her Duck Egg Blue feature wall in front of her. She shielded her eyes from the light which reflected off her mirror and sat up. Her mouth was dry and her head felt like there was a marching band incessantly beating away in her there. Had last night really happened? It was one of those totally surreal drunken nights that seem like a blurred memory; so much so she couldn’t help but wonder if it had actually happened or whether it was just the Jack making her dreams just a little more bizarre than usual. She pulled away a stray curl that was matted to her cheek and licked her lips, swallowing the urge to throw up there and then.
Massaging her temples she stumbled out of bed and somehow made her way across the oak floorboards that were strewn with clothes, rolls of fabric, and design templates, managing to only trip once on the huge white hardback lever arch book which contained the mock ups for the 2007 Fall/Winter collection. She cringed as pain shot through her foot and lower leg, cursing hoarsely under her breath. She practically fell through the door to her en suite, and barely made it to the toilet before, with a groan, she was horribly sick.
She sat on the cool marble tiled floor for a few moments in an attempt to stop her head spinning, leaning back against the toilet. She took a few deep breaths before gingerly standing up and walking slowly over to the sink to clean her teeth. It was then that she got a proper glimpse of her reflection in the mirror and it was almost bad enough to make her throw up again. Instead she cleaned her teeth thoroughly, spending two minutes on the top and two minutes on the bottom, prior to removing her cotton girl boxers and vest, and stepping into her wet room style steam shower, turning it on and cranking the heat up. A nice, hot shower; exactly what she needed.
Forty five minutes later Maggie emerged from her bedroom, showered, moisturised and rejuvenated and made her way into the kitchen. Sam was sat at the breakfast bar reading the Financial Times, his large, tan hands wrapped around a mug of coffee.
“Mornin’, sunshine,” he drawled, his Kentucky accent still slightly present in his voice. “How do we feel this morning?” He asked mockingly.
“Oh shut up would you,” she said, swatting him on the arm as she made her way around to the industrial sized coffee machine that sat on the gleaming marble worktop to make her self a large mug of black coffee.
She set her mug of steaming black coffee down on the bar and then made her way over to the wall of cupboards where she pushed up on tiptoes and opened one of the cupboards. She grabbed the box of lucky charms, but groaned in both dismay and anger when she realised the box was empty. “Who the fuck ate all my cereal,” she asked angrily, dropping the box onto the surface in annoyance.
“I’m afraid that was me,” and apologetic voice answered. A voice she didn’t recognise. She whirled round to see an unshaven and unbelievably sexy man leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen with a contrite look on his face. “Sorry.”
“You,” she stated simply. “Wait…you mean…you were really here last night? I wasn’t having bizarre dreams?” It was then she noticed that Sam appeared to have left the kitchen, his paper folded neatly on the breakfast bar.
The man nodded with a chuckle. “Yep, I was really here.”
Maggie’s head began to spin again and she had to steady herself by gripping on to the worksurface behind her.
“You mean to tell me that you…as in Johnny Depp…as in the actor was really in my apartment, drinking Jack Daniels with me last night. And is still here the next morning?”
Johnny laughed his deep, throaty chuckle and nodded once more. “Yep; that would about cover it.” He stepped forward into the kitchen and began to make himself a coffee on the machine. For a few moments there was a silence, only the gurgle of the coffeemaker to be heard, and then just as the coffee maker finished, Maggie spoke.
“But why?”
“I’m sorry?” He looked round with his mug in his hand and a confused look on his face.
“Why are you here?”
Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Wow, you really must have put away a helluva lot of JD last night. Do you not remember anything?”
Maggie shook her head in embarrassment.
“I came about the advert in the paper. You know, the one you put out searching for a flatmate? You showed me round; I loved it and said I’d take the room as soon as possible. That was when you suggested a celebratory drink, and it would have been impolite to refuse. We both got pretty inebriated so you suggested I stay…” Johnny trailed off, and it all came flooding back to Maggie. She flushed bright red in embarrassment and looked at Johnny apologetically.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. Wow, so…you’re…moving in?” She asked, just to check she’d got it right.
“Yep, in fact, I’m having my stuff shipped over today. As long as it’s still okay with you of course.”
“Of course, yeah, that’s fine,” Maggie rushed.
Johnny smiled to himself as he looked at the petit, cute girl in front of him. You’d never have been able to tell she was hung over if she hadn’t greeted him in the way she had. Her skin was glowing and peachy and he wild curls were freshly washed. She was wearing no make up and was dressed in a pair of sweat pants and a faded college tee; hardly the attire you expected to see a fashion designer dressed in, but she looked natural and fresh. Oh, she was by no means the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met, but she was different; striking. Her features were interesting; big, dark brown eyes that he would wager could plead innocence just as easily as they could drag someone to bed without a word, her lips were enticing, not big, not small but in the perfect rosebud shape, and she had defined cheekbones that gave her an almost haughty look. But, he decided, it was her imperfections that caught his attention the most, her nose, which was slightly too big for the rest of her face, and her ears which he could just make out were slightly pointed at the top, and the left one had a small kink in it. She was really his type, but he could definitely see why two guys were so happy to live with this one girl.
It was then he realised he was staring; he snapped his eyes away from her and looked around the kitchen for something else to settle his gaze on. He saw the tin of Bali Shag sitting on the work surface in front of him, next to what he presumed was Maggie’s mug of coffee. He reached forward and his hand hovered above the pack.
“Do you mind?” he asked her, desperate for something to do rather than just stand there in silence.
“Go ahead,” she offered with a smile. In the few minutes silence she had regained her composure, and had also noticed Johnny staring at her in a not so subtle fashion. She knew she was no beauty compared to some of the people he must work with, but it gave her a slight satisfaction to know that Johnny Depp, possibly the sexiest actor ever to grace the earth with his presence, had been checking her out.
“Thanks,” Johnny pick up the tin and rummaged in his pockets for his Rizlas. He frowned when he couldn’t find what he was looking for, and with a smirk, Maggie reached into her pocket and pulled out her liquorice Rizlas. She tossed the small pack at him, and he deftly caught them, his right eyebrow raising slightly when he saw what she’d thrown at him.
“Y’know,” he remarked, as set the tin down on the surface again and popping the lid off, “I’ve never met anyone else who smoke Bali Shag in liquorice Rizlas,” his voice had an edge of impressed ness to it, and Maggie smiled.
“Won’t smoke anything else. Except maybe Gitanes if I’m outta Bali,” she commented, watching him with amazement as his long fingers skilfully rolled the perfect skinny smoke.
“Same,” he said, flashing a grin at her. “Oh god, please excuse my bad manners. Did you want one?” He asked her apologetically, holding out the one he’d just rolled to her. She smiled shyly, and took it from him.
“Thanks.” She reached into her pocket again and pulled out an old battered lighter she’d had for years but loved. She slipped the cigarette between her lips and sparked the slighter, taking a long drag on the roll up. She exhaled a long stream of smoke through her lips, and Johnny couldn’t help but watch the smoke pour from between them.
Maggie sighed contentedly, and leant back against the counter. “I really should give these up,” she commented absentmindedly as she took another drag on the cigarette. She noticed Johnny had finished his own roll up so she handed him her lighter.
“Nah, you don’t wanna do that. It’s too good to quit,” he said lighting his own cigarette.
They stood in silence again, and Johnny looked down at the lighter in his hands. It was almost square and black, and on one side there were two bright green snakes whose heads met and the bottom of the lighter to form a V. He frowned in recognition and turned over the lighter. As he’d thought, on the bottom of the other side were, in small green print, the words “The Viper Room” and a California address. He smiled at how small the world could be, and then tossed Maggie back her lighter.
“I designed that lighter, you know,” he remarked, as she caught it with one hand. He watched as her eyes widened slightly.
“Oh my God. Yeah…Johnny Depp…The Viper Room…I didn’t even think to link the two,” she said, looking down at the lighter in awe. “My older sister used to hang out there back in the early nineties. She sent me the this is the post when I was about 13…yeah, it was 1993, saying she wouldn’t tell mom she knew I smoked if I didn’t tell mom what she told me in that letter. Small world, huh?” Maggie said, looking at Johnny as she took a drag on her cigarette.
Johnny nodded. “I guess so.”
The silence returned and they stood there, each leaning against a surface on opposite sides of the kitchen, smoking. Maggie sighed, and decided she was going to hit the gym. She prised herself away from the surface and made her way towards the laundry room to collect her gym stuff. As she neared Johnny, she stopped and smiled at him.
“So, if you’re going to be living with us you should know, we don’t have many house rules, but if you ever touch my lucky charms again, I’ll kill ya.”
And with that, she was gone.
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