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More Than You Expected	By : spikes1830 Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 19444 -:- 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. I own nothing except my original characters, Frankie, You , and Dashlee

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Sunday
“Wake up!”
You feel yourself being shaken as you drift in and out of sleep. You crack open an eye as you realize there's some weight on top of you but you only hear half of what Johnny is saying.
“I got it for sure. Today will be fun, but tonight we’re going to really have fun!” He’s so excited that you can’t speak from the shock of it. And he‘s still only wearing the boxers he apparently slept in. “Come on (you) get up!”
“UUHHH…Do I ha--” You never get to finish the sentence as he presses his lips to yours. You immediately reciprocate and let the kiss linger. Until you realize that you both are half dressed. With him on top of you. In bed. You pull back a little for the fear of things going too far. Yeah, you know you want him. But you’d prefer to keep some self respect. After all, you have only known him a few days right?
As you pull back, Johnny hops off the bed like he’s been electrocuted. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away. I--”
“No, it’s… Sorry, my fault.” You reassure him. “So, time to get up I take it?”
“Yes! A thousand times yes! We have a long day today so I hope you slept well. Meet me downstairs in twenty minutes okay?” He says, leaving without an answer.
‘Twenty minutes?! Is he mad?!?! A girl can’t get ready for a day with Johnny Depp in twenty minutes. Well sitting here and thinking about it wont make it happen any quicker.’ And with that thought you hit the floor running. For the bathroom that is. As you pass, you hit play on your iPod, turning on one of the playlists Frankie made you. Good thing you have a talent for five minute showers.
After the shower you throw on a tank top and can‘t decide what shorts to wear. You start throwing some things in a mini backpack you have while you try to decide. 'Honestly, no wonder I feel like these last few days have passes in a blur, the way he plans things... As in, not at all.'
“Mini brush, check. Money, check. Lip gloss, check. Sunglasses check. Okay, ready.” You verbally prep yourself before stopping to breath. You start singing along, for a moment forgetting where you are and what a rush you’re in.
“…rifle and loot, drink up me hearties you ho. We kidnap and ravage and… Oh my God!” You remember where you are and dive for the stereo to turn it off.
“What you don’t like that song?”
“Aaahhh!” you whip around and immediately trip over a pair of shoes you had gotten out. Johnny jumps to catch you but doesn’t make it. And watches as you hit the ground.
“Not that I don’t appreciate it but do you always walk about half dressed?” He says, gesturing to your underwear clad lower half.
You glare at him, doing some very fast thinking. ‘Well, my goal is to make him break first…’ You thought of a very good plan to get him back. Good thing you aren‘t shy like you used to be.
“Well for starters, I was turning the stereo off because, well it just felt awkward. second, I’m changing my clothes. Typically, you need to get undressed for that,” you say, pulling OFF the shirt you had just put on. “And I know the door was shut. This is not my fault. I still have…” You look at your watch,”8 minutes too.” You finish, looking through you suitcase for a different shirt.
There’s a moment of silence before, “well than I’ll leave you to it.” You stand up as you realize that he is right behind your bent over form. “Just one more thing,” he says, brushing you hair to the side and over one of your bare shoulders. Your breath catches as he places his lips on the other shoulder. He trails his hands up and down your sides, moving his lips up to your ear. Releasing you he whispers, “I’ll prove how much that song doesn’t bother me later. Oh, and you’re down to 5 minutes.” And he turns to leave.
You stay tense till he leaves and when you hear the door shut you start running around again, internally berating yourself. ‘Dammit, if I want this my way, I can’t let him get the better of me like that. But oh… If he touches me like that again I don’t think I’ll care.’ You run out of the door, grabbing your bag and a pair of shoes on the way.
You hit the stairs at a sprint and jumping the last few you yell, “18 minutes! I made it!”
Still panting from the rush you glare when he laughs. “You really are never late are you? Well anyway, let’s go.”
You follow him to the car, admiring his camouflage for the day. He’s wearing a hat that is pulled over his messy hair. He’s holding sunglasses and, judging by the weather, anyone not wearing some will be far more noticeable. You buckle yourself in and he loads a new CD into the stereo. Backing out, he turns it on and you both just listen for awhile.
“Why are we in such a rush anyway?” You raise an eyebrow at him, waiting to hear where you’re going, only to be disappointed.
“Have to beat the crowds don’t we?” He grins at you, showing that he knows you can’t answer that question.
At the word crowds you sit up and turn to look at him. ‘I guess he is dressed unremarkably today’ You think, taking in his slightly worn out jeans and random logo t-shirt. ‘But are the really going to be crowds this early? Nobody I their right minds would be in the car at 7am unless they were on vacation at… Oh.’
“So we’re going to Disneyland huh?”
“How in the hell did you figure that out?!” He says in surprise, glancing over at you.
“Don’t you wonder…” you grin devilishly, stretching your arms which causes your shirt to ride up several inches.
“If you do things like that when I’m driving, we’re going to get in an accident.” His jaw is set as he forces himself to look at the road. “Although I’d probably die perfectly happy.” He shakes his head and absently pats your bare knee with his hand.
“Good to know.” You tell him before you start singing along with the music.
The rest of the car ride, and most of the day, passes without incident. Except for on the Pirates of the Caribbean Ride. He started to talk like Jack Sparrow, whispering quotes in your ear. It took serious restraint to keep you from ripping at his clothes.
On the slower rides you took turn asking each other questions. Things like, favorite food, best line in a song, movie you like the most, along with a few other, more personal, questions.
Before you know it, it’s 4:30 pm and the two of you are piling back into the car, you holding the souvenir Johnny insisted on buying you. You had decided on a little classic Mickey Mouse figurine and were now clutching it as if losing it would kill you.
The ride home is silent and you reflect on the best parts of the day. Johnny buying the porcelain figure for you. Your tripping and Johnny catching you. Teasing him a little under the table at lunch. You shaken out of your reverie when the car stops and you realize you’re back.
You start getting out but stop as Johnny places a hand on your stomach. “Can you be ready to leave again in a half hour?” He looks at you quizzically.
“Yes, if you tell me where we’re going.”
“No, you got to know this morning. But for the sake of proper attire, anything clothing wise is okay, although I wouldn’t wear high heel shoes for the sake of comfort. And there is a small possibility that you could get a little wet. Okay?”
“Yeah,” you sigh, thinking about where you could be going, “I guess I’ll survive not knowing.”
You both exit the car and you, thanking him for the millionth time, run upstairs to change. It had been quite a warm day, and with all the walking you did, you were desperate to get out of your sweaty clothes. You decide on a black skirt, about knee length. You’ve never felt incredibly comfortable in skirts but you don’t mind this one. It’s a bouncy skirt and has so much fabric that if you spin it flies up at a right angle to your waist. A side bonus you may use tonight to drive Johnny crazy.
‘I think it’s time for me to stop being cautious.’ You think, pondering your current situation ‘I know eventually I’m going to sleep with him. He may not have asked for sex in exchange for a room, but you don’t ask a stranger to stay with you for a few weeks if that’s not your actual intention. If the thought of having sex with him bothered me, I would have refused the offer. And who in their right minds would refuse sex with Johnny Depp?’ You smile, pondering the possibilities while searching for a top.
You finish getting ready, pulling on a low cut, belly baring, deep red top. You throw on an eye catching necklace (to draw his gaze to how low cut your shirt actually is) and some dangly earrings. Glancing at the clock you see you only used half your time so you throw on a light jacket and your black flip flops and go out to the den. You’ve just sat down when you hear him shut his room and start walking to you.
“So your set to go already?” He questions, seeing you on the couch.
“Most certainly” You smile as he looks at what your wearing. You jacket is done up so all he sees is a long sleeved high collared jacket and a sensible, knee length skirt. ‘Wont he be in for a surprise’ Your grin gets a little wider as you think of his reaction to seeing your whole outfit.
He ushers you to his car and the drive is spent in comfortable silence. He eventually pulls into a parking lot and you send him a look when you realize that it’s a marina, and he must, non doubt, own a boat too. He doesn’t notice your raised eyebrows as he grabs a bag out of the trunk. He beckons for you to follow and you do.
You walk past a dozen boats, admiring many of them, reminiscing to sailing when you were a kid and later a counselor at summer sailing camp. You’re so distracted by the boats, that you almost pass by the one Johnny has started to climb into. He holds out a hand for you and his eyes widen as you leap on by yourself, immediately starting to investigate.
“So you’ve done this before?” He gestures to the boats, and you explain about the camp, before telling him that one of his reefing ropes is needing replacement. You’re not sure if he’s surprised that you know what reefing is, or that your telling HIM what to do for a change.
Eventually you settle down on the bow as he motors you out of the marina. He cuts the motor once you’re a safe distance away. You walk back and he turns to you, “you may want to go below, I’m raising the main.”
You laugh in his face, “after everything else you insist I enjoy, you’re going to deny me the pleasure in helping raise the sails?”
“No, I suppose not I just--” He opens and shuts his mouth but sound have stopped coming out. You took of your jacket and spun around quickly to throw it below deck.
“Right so just the main for now?” You smile, glad your clothing choice had the intended effect, as you un-cleat the main sheets.
“Yes, we’re going to eat before we do any real sailing.” He found his voice and moved towards the halyards, and with a nod from you, began raising the sail.
The ride out is uneventful, and the food is sandwiches with fruit and chips. You sail for about an hour before he brings the boat back to the marina, and you head home. You arrive home around 10 pm and he asks if your up for a movie before sleep. You accept and run up to put away your shoes and purse. Coming back down you see the menu of the DVD and stop in your tracks when you see it’s Pirates Of The Caribbean: Curse Of The Black Pearl.
“Um…” You look around, wondering what you’re supposed to say, feeling a little awkward.
“Ready to watch? I brought drinks.” Johnny waves a tray full of various alcoholic beverages in your direction.
You decide to act oblivious about how awkward this might be, “you know, my friends and I have a drinking game for this movie. More a contest of who can hold their booze better…” Maybe if he picks up on the hint you can get so trashed you no longer feel uncomfortable.
“Well, pick your poison,” he sets the tray down on the coffee table, “and tell me the rules.
“Okay, anytime, um, Jack says his own name, Elizabeth faints, or Will says, 'Elizabeth' everybody drinks. Last one to drink has to do a dare the others think up.”
“Sounds good, ready?” He waves the remote as your chose the drink you think is the most appropriate, a rum and coke. Within a half hour your trashed and the rest of the night passes in a blur.
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