Johnny Depp ONE SHOTS

Wash Time

"Johnny!" Becky hissed as Johnny was carrying her over his shoulder. She steady herself by clasping his lower back, then on a brave impulse, she swat his behind. He swats her right back."Ow!" she yelped."Shower time," he declares triumphantly."Put me down!" she tries and fails to sound disapproving. Her struggle is futile - his arm is firmly clamped over her thighs - and for some reason she cannot stop giggling."Fond of these shoes?" he asks amused as he opens the door to his bathroom."I prefer them to be touching the floor." she attempted to snarl at him, but it's not very effective as she can't keep the laughter out of her voice."Your wish is my command." Without putting her down, he slips off both of her shoes and lets them clatter to the tile floor. Pausing by the vanity, he empties his pockets - dead Blackberry, keys, wallet, the keychain. She can only imagine what she looks like in the mirror from this angle. When he's finished, he marches directly into his overlarge shower."Johnny!" she scold loudly - his intent is now clear.He switches the water on at max. Jeez! Arctic water spurts over her backside, and she squeals. It's cold and she is fully clothed.The chilling water soaks into her dress, her panties, and her bra. Becky is drenched and she cannot stop giggling."No!" she squeals. "Put me down!" she swats him again, harder this time, and Johnny releases her, letting her slide down his now soaked body. His white shirt is stuck to his chest and his suit pants are sodden. Becky is now soaked, too, flushed, giddy and breathless, and he's grinning down at her, looking so... so unbelievably hot.He sobers, his eyes shining, and cups her face again, drawing her lips to his. His kiss is gentle, cherishing, and totally distracting. Becky no longer cares that she is fully clothed and soaking wet in Johnny's shower. It's just the two of them beneath the cascading water. Becky's hands move involuntarily to his shirt as it clings to every line and sinew of his chest, revealing the hair scrunched beneath the white wetness. She removes the shirt hem out of his pants, and he groans against her mouth, but his lips do not leave her's. As she unbuttons his shirt, he reaches for her zipper, slowly sliding the clasp down her dress. His lips become more insistent, more provocative, his tongue invading her mouth - and her body explodes with desire. She tugs his shirt hard, ripping it open. The buttons fly everywhere, ricocheting off the tiles and disappearing onto the shower floor. As she strips the wet material off his shoulders and down his arms, she presses him into the wall, hampering his attempts to undress her. "Cufflinks," he murmurs, holding up his wrists where his shirt hangs sodden and limp.With scrambling fingers, she release first one and then the other cuff, letting his gold cufflinks fall carelessly to the tiled floor and his shirt follows. His eyes search her's through the cascading water, his gaze burning, carnal, heated like the water. She reaches for the waistband of his pants, but he shakes his head and grabs her shoulders, spinning her round so she is facing away from him. He finishes the long journey south with her zipper, smoothes her wet hair away from her neck, and runs his tongue up her neck to her hairline and back again, kissing and sucking as he goes.She moans and slowly he peels her dress off her shoulders and down past her breasts, kissing her neck beneath her ear. He unclasps her bra and pushes it off her shoulders, freeing her breasts. His hands reach around and cup each one as he murmurs his appreciation in her ear."So beautiful," he whispers.Becky's arms are trapped by her bra and dress, which hang unfastened below her breasts, her arms still in the sleeves but her hands are free. She rolls her head, giving Johnny better access to her neck and push her breasts into his magical hands. Becky reaches round behind her and welcome his sharp intake of breath as her inquisitive fingers make contact with his erection. He pushes his groin into her welcoming hands. Dammit, why didn't he let me take his pants off?He tugs on her nipples, and as they harden and stretch under his expert touch, all thoughts of his pants disappear and pleasure spikes sharp and libidinous in her belly. Becky leans her head back against him and groan."Yes," he breathes and turns her once more, capturing her mouth with his. He peels her bra, dress and panties down so they join his shirt in a soggy heap on the shower floor.Becky grabs the body wash beside them. Johnny stills as he realizes what she is about to do.Staring him straight in the eye, she squirt some of the sweet-smelling gel into her palm and hold her hand up in front of his chest, waiting for an answer to her unspoken question. His eyes widen, then he gives me an almost imperceptible nod.Gently she places her hand on his sternum and starts to rub the soap into his skin. His chest rises as he inhales sharply, but he stands stock-still. After a beat, his hands clasp her hips, but he doesn't push her away. He watches her warily, his look intense more than scared, but his lips are parted as his breathing increases."Is this okay?" I whisper."Yes." His short, breathy reply is almost a gasp she washes him using gentle circles, cleaning her man, moving to his underarms, over his ribs, down his flat firm belly, toward his happy trail, and the waistband of his pants."My turn," he whispers and reaches for the shampoo, shifting them out of range of the stream of water and squirting some on to the top of her head. He works the shampoo into her hair, his firm, long fingers massaging her scalp. Groaning in appreciation, she closes her eyes and give herself over to the heavenly sensation. After all the stress of the day, this is just what she needs.He chuckles and she opens one eye to find him smiling down at her. "You like?""Hmm..."He grins. "Me, too," he says and leans over to kiss her forehead, his fingers continuing their sweet, firm kneading of her scalp."Turn round," he says authoritatively. She does as she's told, and his fingers slowly work over her head, cleansing, relaxing, loving her as they go. Oh, this is bliss. He reaches for more shampoo and gently washes the long tresses down her back. When he's finished, he pulls her back under the shower."Lean your head back," he orders quietly.She willingly comply, and he carefully rinses out the suds. When he's done, she face him once more and makes a beeline for his pants."I want to wash all of you,"Becky whispers. He smiles that lopsided smile and lifts his hands in a gesture that says "I'm all yours, baby." She grins ; it feels like Christmas. She make short work of his zipper, and soon his pants and boxers join the rest of there clothing. She stand and reach for the body wash and the freshwater sponge."Looks like you're pleased to see me," she murmur dryly."I'm always pleased to see you." He smirks at me.I soap the sponge, the she heads south with the sponge, across his belly, along the happy trail, through his pubic hair, and over and up his erection.She peeks up at him, and he regards her with hooded eyes and sensual longing. Hmm... she likes this look. Becky drops the sponge and uses her hands, grasping him firmly. He closes his eyes, tips his head back, and groans, thrusting his hips into her hands.Oh yes! It's so arousing. her inner goddess has resurfaced , she's wearing harlot-red lipstick.His burning eyes suddenly lock with her's. He's remembered something."It's Saturday," he exclaims, eyes alight with salacious wonder, and he grasps my waist, pulling her to him and kissing her savagely.Whoa - change of pace!His hands sweep down her slick, wet body, round to her wet entrance, his fingers exploring, teasing, and his mouth is relentless, leaving her breathless. His other hand is in her wet hair, holding her in place while she bear the full force of his passion unleashed. His fingers move inside her."Ahh," she moans into his mouth."Yes," he hisses and lifts her, his hands beneath her backside. "Wrap your legs around me, baby." her legs fold around him, and she cling like a limpet to his neck. He braces her against the wall of the shower and pauses, gazing down at her."Eyes open," he murmurs. "I want to see you."She looks up at him, her heart hammering, her blood pulsing hot and heavy through her body, desire, real and rampant surging through her. Then he eases into her oh-so-slowly, filling her, claiming her, skin against skin. She push down against him and groan loudly. Once fully inside her, he pauses once more, his face strained, intense."You are mine, Becky," he whispers."Always."He smiles victoriously and shifts, making her gasp. His voice is reverential, and he leans down, capturing her mouth with his, and starts to move... slow and sweet. She closes her eyes and tilt her head back as her body bows, her will submitting to his, slave to his intoxicating slow rhythm.His teeth graze her jaw, her chin, and down her neck as he picks up the pace, pushing her onward, upward - away from this earthly plane, the teeming shower. It's just her and her man moving in unison, moving as one - each completely absorbed in the other - there gasps and grunts mingling. She revel in the exquisite feeling of his possession as her body blooms and flowers around him. She detonates around him - a healing, cathartic orgasm, crying out his name as tears flow down my cheeks.He reaches his climax and pours himself into her. With his face buried in her neck, he sinks to the floor, holding her tightly, kissing her face, and kissing as the warm water spills down around them, washing them clean."My fingers are pruny," she murmur, postcoital and sated as she leans against his chest. He raises her fingers to his lips and kisses each in turn."We should really get out of this shower.""I'm comfortable here." she is sitting between his legs and he's holding her close. She don't want to move.After a moment, he shifts. "Come - let's get you dry and into bed. I'm exhausted and you look beat."