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permetaform's fault, for starting a series of fics that paired Johnny Depp with inanimate objects (details here). And partly that_one_chick's for giving me the idea for this pairing.
Real Person used, het smut of a sort. Proceed with caution.
HER SONG
Of all her Johnny, she loves his hands the most.
For other people, it's the eyes or the cheekbones, or that ever-expressive mouth. But while she can see the appeal (she's not blind, after all), she always comes back to his hands and fingers.
Johnny keeps his fingernails short, for her. Afraid of marring her skin, she sometimes thinks as she waits.
But now the waiting is over and those strong hands are touching her. Johnny pulls her into his lap, and she goes willingly. She straddles his jean-clad thigh and stretches out in anticipation.
"Lady," he purrs as he tilts her neck so that her ear is right by her lips. She can feel Johnny's breath misting on her skin, making her hair tingle. "Sing for me."
She can't see his eyes, she realizes. The sunglasses are in the way.
And suddenly she decides that this is over. She will not do it, not like this. She knows there is someone else in the room, and that Johnny is doing this just for show.
"No," she hisses out as he shifts her, the grip of his elegant hands almost slipping on her skin, which glistens with sweat already. What is it about Johnny that makes her feel like this, ready as soon as he touches her? "Not this time. I won't. You're just doing it for the Camera."
Johnny smiles and pushes the sunglasses up until they're tangled with his hair. "Now, lady," and his voice is playful, he doesn't realize how much this pains her, "none of that."
She arches her neck defiantly and hisses something that might be a curse or his name.
But then Johnny leans her over and his fingers, those fingers, wrap around her neck. That is her undoing, as always. As she loses herself in the caress, she can see his face. He looks so serious, as if making her tremble and cry out was the most important thing in the world.
As if he cared.
And that, as much as the fingers (of the other hand, now on her abdomen, and slipping over her entrance) is what draws the first moan out of her.
Johnny nods, as his fingers move incessantly. "That's it, lady. Sing."
She tries to answer, to say something, anything coherent, but it's too late now. All she can do is tremble and moan. She rocks slightly against his firm thigh and-
Is this arousal she feels?
Yes, and she arches her neck triumphantly as the plucking of those oh-so-clever fingers changes her moans into a long drawn-out wail that almost rattles the walls. She might not be the only one, but she can make Johnny feel like this, feel the same magic she feels as he touches her.
She does not see Johnny's lips move, nor the calmly whispered, "Now."
The Camera smiles and clicks.
~FINIS~
Pairing? Johnny Depp/Electric Guitar.
Inspired by this picture:
permetaform's fault, for starting a series of fics that paired Johnny Depp with inanimate objects (details here). And partly that_one_chick's for giving me the idea for this pairing.Real Person used, het smut of a sort. Proceed with caution.
HER SONG
Of all her Johnny, she loves his hands the most.
For other people, it's the eyes or the cheekbones, or that ever-expressive mouth. But while she can see the appeal (she's not blind, after all), she always comes back to his hands and fingers.
Johnny keeps his fingernails short, for her. Afraid of marring her skin, she sometimes thinks as she waits.
But now the waiting is over and those strong hands are touching her. Johnny pulls her into his lap, and she goes willingly. She straddles his jean-clad thigh and stretches out in anticipation.
"Lady," he purrs as he tilts her neck so that her ear is right by her lips. She can feel Johnny's breath misting on her skin, making her hair tingle. "Sing for me."
She can't see his eyes, she realizes. The sunglasses are in the way.
And suddenly she decides that this is over. She will not do it, not like this. She knows there is someone else in the room, and that Johnny is doing this just for show.
"No," she hisses out as he shifts her, the grip of his elegant hands almost slipping on her skin, which glistens with sweat already. What is it about Johnny that makes her feel like this, ready as soon as he touches her? "Not this time. I won't. You're just doing it for the Camera."
Johnny smiles and pushes the sunglasses up until they're tangled with his hair. "Now, lady," and his voice is playful, he doesn't realize how much this pains her, "none of that."
She arches her neck defiantly and hisses something that might be a curse or his name.
But then Johnny leans her over and his fingers, those fingers, wrap around her neck. That is her undoing, as always. As she loses herself in the caress, she can see his face. He looks so serious, as if making her tremble and cry out was the most important thing in the world.
As if he cared.
And that, as much as the fingers (of the other hand, now on her abdomen, and slipping over her entrance) is what draws the first moan out of her.
Johnny nods, as his fingers move incessantly. "That's it, lady. Sing."
She tries to answer, to say something, anything coherent, but it's too late now. All she can do is tremble and moan. She rocks slightly against his firm thigh and-
Is this arousal she feels?
Yes, and she arches her neck triumphantly as the plucking of those oh-so-clever fingers changes her moans into a long drawn-out wail that almost rattles the walls. She might not be the only one, but she can make Johnny feel like this, feel the same magic she feels as he touches her.
She does not see Johnny's lips move, nor the calmly whispered, "Now."
The Camera smiles and clicks.
~FINIS~
Pairing? Johnny Depp/Electric Guitar.
Inspired by this picture:
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Date: 2003-11-21 07:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 08:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 07:49 pm (UTC)Also, HAHAHAHAHAHA! I usually find RPS to be weird, but this was just so wonderfully wrong. XD Bravo.
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Date: 2003-11-21 08:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 07:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-21 08:59 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2003-11-21 08:43 pm (UTC)I wonder if there's catty tension between the bass in this pic and his steel guitar? ...or the piano. :o
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Date: 2003-11-21 08:58 pm (UTC)And... a little bird tells me that the steel guitar is hellishly jealous, and the piano considers himself above such petty female squabbles, because his love for Johnny is of a higher sort. The acoustic guitar on the other hand is self-conscious and just appreciates any moment she can spend with Johnny.
*looks at what she just wrote* I do believe I'm thinking too much about Johnny's harem of musical instruments. Gah.
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Date: 2003-11-21 11:29 pm (UTC)::slides paper and pen towards you::
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Date: 2003-11-21 09:34 pm (UTC)*thinks this icon is in order*
Date: 2003-11-21 11:22 pm (UTC)Thankfully you've already done it! Wonderfully too. :)
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Date: 2003-11-22 01:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-11-22 02:38 am (UTC)::stares::