Johnny's eyes scared me. They were so dark and mysterious. His intentions were not necessarily predictable. With my wrist still pinned, I stared down at the wine bottle Johnny dropped. He must've saw my intention for he let go of my wrist and picked the bottle up before handing it to me. Continuing to stare at him, I opened the bottle of red poison before bringing it to my lips and taking a good swig. He laughed as I coughed and shivered at the taste. My nose wrinkled and I giggled with Johnny.
"Alright, let's see if you could do any better! Here.", I said competitively, handing him the large glass bottle.
"You know I could do better, my dear Eleanor. Watch this!", he said before pouring the alcohol into his mouth.
He attempted to keep a straight face, but as soon as the liquid made its way down his throat, he cringed making me burst out into a fit of laughter. I held onto my stomach as I laughed and could feel Johnny's eyes on me. What I didn't know was what he was thinking. Did he think I was mad? No. He thought I was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. Of course, I didn't know this. His unreadable expression gave nothing away. Suddenly, his expression saddened and I calmed down a little only to stare down at him. I thought he was upset that he lost the competition against a girl who wasn't very experienced with alcohol. But no. He was regretting something. In fact, it was leaving me that broke his heart and made him regret. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously and saw him look up, his eyes burning with something new I could not identify. He tried his best fighting back the urge to rip my cloths off and devour every inch of me.
"You win; this time. I went easy on you.", he suddenly broke the silence.
I laughed at this earning another long glare.
"And just what do you mean by that?", I giggled.
He smiled sheepishly before speaking up;
"You're an intelligent girl, Eleanor. Figure it out yourself. At least I succeeded in one thing.", he replied proudly.
"And what is that?"
"Making you happy. You're laughing, are you not? And don't ask too many questions.", Johnny answered.
"Just give me the bloody bottle!", I whined.
He handed me the wine again and I didn't hesitate to take another swig.
"You might wanna slow down there a bit. It'll go straight to your head.", Depp warned.
"I think we can both live with that.", I mocked.
"You're right. Only it's gonna be me helping you over the toilet seat tomorrow morning.", he spoke mischievously with a smirk.
"Don't flatter yourself on my account, Depp. I will have my revenge.", I said jokingly, taking another mouthful of wine.
"Very well, as you wish. You seem innocent.", Johnny replied.
"You have no idea!"
"I would if you would enlighten me. Would you be so kind as to do so?"
I stared at Johnny for a brief moment. What was he intending I do? Rip his cloths off with my teeth and fuck him? Heavens no!
"Enlighten you in what manner?", I asked nervously.
"Tell me. Are you innocent? If not, how?", he explained.
"On what exactly?", he asked confusedly.
My words were beginning to slur and I no longer had any control over my thoughts, words or actions.
"In what way innocent? There are many forms of innocence.", I pointed out smartly.
"Any way of innocence."
"Well, I have never killed anyone. I have never drank until now. I have never smoked until now. I have never been on any drugs and would never dream of doing so. And finally, I have never had sex.", I confessed.
Johnny raised his eyebrows at the last confession. He knew I had forgotten everything that had happened with the both of us due to the rather big blow to the head. Of course, no one had told me about that yet.
"You have never had sex before?", he asked curiously.
"Nope. And I'm not planning to either."
"I dunno. Don't feel like it.", I muttered.
"You don't feel like it?", he mocked.
"Why so many questions about my sex life? Haven't we got another topic to discuss?", I complained.
"You're right," he replied. "Why is it you like the wine so much?"
I glared at him, cocking an eyebrow before speaking up;
"What is it with you asking me that same question the third bloody time already?!", I asked.
"Answer me.", he demanded.
"Because of the taste. And the "aroma". And everything else about it.", I replied quickly.
I was about to take another swig but was cut off by Johnny's hand knocking the bottle out of my hand. Staring at him in confusion, I watched as he got onto his knees in front of me while I was still seated on the comfortable office chair. He pulled the lever under my seat and the chair descended so that our faces were inches away; our noses almost touching. We stared into each other's eyes before leaning in...
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Just Another Fan (Johnny Depp fanfic)Fanfiction
Eleanor Adams, an ordinary 17 year old living in California, in an ordinary house. But what happens when she is chosen by her college to meet the actor she has admired ever since she was 9? The one she has pictures of on her phone, the one she has p...