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Love Under The Christmas Tree	By : johnny_bae Category: Individual Celebrities > Johnny Depp Views: 1339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know Johnny Depp. This story is pure fiction. Also I don't make any money from writing this.

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"You know, for someone who hates Christmas, it seems to me like you enjoyed yourself today" Johnny remarked as we slowly made our way back home.
"Alright, alright, I did enjoy myself. Happy now ?" I playfully rolled my eyes at him, turning my head to his direction.
"Didn't I tell you you'd have your mind changed by the end of the day ?" he reminded, clearly waiting for me to admit he was right.
"I haven't changed my mind ! I just...feel differently about the whole thing" I gently hit his arm before grabbing it while we kept walking.
"Same thing" he chuckled softly.
"You know, you can be really annoying sometimes" I cackled, shaking my head in amusement.
"I know" he replied, causing the both of us to giggle.
"Okay, since it's so obvious you're craving to hear it : you were right" I eventually admitted, somewhat halfheatedly though.
"Ah, was it THAT hard to say ?" he smirked proudly, emphasizing the word 'that'.
"Oh, shut up now" I laughed, pushing him lightly.
"You do realize you've been singing Christmas songs for like two hours, right ?" he went on teasing "And you should see the way you're looking at those lights."
"What ? It's pretty, why shouldn't I enjoy the view ?" I sassed, my eyes still lingering on all the beautiful Christmas lights around us. "But seriously, you got me so in the mood now I feel like having a Christmas movie marathon."
"Sounds like a good idea" he responded.
"I used to do that every year with my mom. We would put a giant blanket on the floor by the fireplace along with some pillows to rest our backs, and we would collect tons of cakes and candies to eat while watching the movies" I recounted, all the sweet memories suddenly flooding back in my mind.
"Wow" Johnny smiled, probably imagining the whole thing "And what movies did you watch ?"
"All my favorites. Miracle on 34th Street, Gremlins, Home Alone, The Nightmare before Christmas, and most of all Jack Frost. That movie always makes me cry, no matter how many times I've seen it."
"These are part of my favorites too" Johnny smiled shyly, yet adorably, while looking downwards.
"Really ?" I asked in surprise "You know what ? Come over tomorrow night and we'll have this movie marathon together. Emily won't be there, she's sleeping over at her best friend's" I offered, instantly wondering why I had mentioned the fact my daughter wouldn't be there.
"Okay, I'll be there."
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We were only a few blocks away from home when it started snowing.
"Oh I love snow" I excitedly exclaimed, immediately dancing in it.
Johnny didn't say anything, he just watched me so intensely I could feel it.
"Come on, dance with me" I called out, wanting him to join me.
"I can't dance" he said, running a hand through his longish brown hair.
"Me neither but it desn't matter, nobody's watching us anyway" I responded before grabbing both his hands and pulling him over to me.
Letting go of him, I began spinning around happily, my arms stretched out as I tried to catch some snowflakes. I probably looked like an idiot, but I couldn't care less. I felt like a little girl again.
"Come on, do as I do. It's funny" I encouraged.
Johnny reluctantly started mimicking me, spinning around over and over again in the falling snow.
"I feel stupid" he laughed after a while, stopping his movements.
"Well, maybe we are" I joked, stopping as well.
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"So uh...thanks for spending all this time with me" Johnny awkwardly said as we finally made it to the apartment building.
"Actually, I think I should be the one thanking you. I really had a great time so...thanks" I sounded just as awkward as him.
I suppose normal people would've simply opened the door and stepped inside now, especially in such a cold weather, however neither of us moved a muscle. We just stood there, in front of each other, on the very doorstep of the building.
It was still snowing and the Christmas lights hanging from every floor lamp in the street were illuminating us. Johnny's brown orbs were glistening as they stared right into my blue ones. It felt so magical, just like in a movie. I had the impression the world around us had stopped. Nothing existed anymore, it was only the both of us. I admired him in silence, never getting enough of his beauty. He was so handsome, so perfect. Those eyes, those cheekbones, those lips...Even the beauty spots on his neck were terribly sexy, as if every tiny detail was meant to make him more attractive. Definitely nothing had been done randomly the day God created him.
Not thinking straight anymore, I delicately brought my hand to his cheek, stroking it very smoothly. Johnny must have seen it as the green light, because he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I was kind of startled at first but instead of pulling away, I began moving my mouth against his, savouring every single second of it.
The kiss was so gentle, almost innocent, yet so powerful, like made of fire. I had never experienced anything of the sort beofre. My entire body was reacting. Thousands of flying butterflies seemed to have invaded my stomach all of a sudden, and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest, it felt like it was about to explode. My insides were literally sparkling and it felt amazing. So unbearably amazing that I groaned in frustration when Johnny slowly pulled away.
"I don't want this moment to stop" I whispered, my eyes still closed as I rested my forehead against his.
"Me neither" he whispered back, cupping the side of my face.
I brought my lips to his again, unable to get enough of him. He followed my lead, not rushing anything. I wanted to kiss him hard so badly but I somehow couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how much I was craving it. I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with it, so I just didn't dare. I guess a part of me was unconsciously waiting for him to take the next step. Too bad he never did.
"Does that make me a horrible mother if I say I wish I could stay with you" I bantered as we eventually parted.
"Kinda" he snickered in response.
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I went straight back home when I picked up Emily. Momentarily putting tonight's events aside to prevent myself from smiling like an idiot and embarrass myself in front of my daughter, I did my usual evening routine until time had finally come for her to go to sleep.
After I got her properly tucked into bed and gave her a kiss goodnight, Emily spoke.
"Do you think it's too late now to send another letter to Santa, Mommy ?"
"Uh..." I thought for a moment "I guess it's not. Why ?"
"Because I'd like to change what I asked for Christmas."
"Well, just write your other letter as soon as possible and I'll send it to him. If we hurry, he can still get it on time" I smiled, somehow relieved she had ended up giving up on the new father thing.
"Actually, I already wrote it" she informed, handing me a new envelope.
"Good, I'll get it sent tomorrow afternoon after taking you to Lizzie's."
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Falling asleep that night turned out to be very difficult if not impossible. I couldn't stop thinking about Johnny, the kiss, and most of all, how I wanted it to happen again. This thrill I had gotten while kissing him, I needed to get it again. I just needed to feel alive again. I was perfectly aware that getting attached to a guy who would go back home in barely a few weeks didn't make any sense though. Speaking of which, I really didn't want him to go back to Los Angeles.
I kept rolling over and over in my bed, my eyes wandering from the ceiling, to the walls, to the nightstand. Spotting Emily's letter laying on top of the piece of furniture, I automatically reached for it.
Dear Santa,
It's me again, Emily. I am so sorry to bother you again, I know you must be very busy but I have something very very important to ask you. Do you remember the new dad I asked for in my last letter ? You don't have to find one anymore because I already found him. I want Johnny to be my new dad. Please Santa, I know Mommy would be happy to have him too. So if you make him become my dad I promise it will be the last time I ask for anything in my life. Pinky promise.
I love you
Emily
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