Title: Sunset
Fandom: RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Johnny/Keira
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing. Not even a house. Haha, or not. No but seriously now, please don't sue. My study is expensive enough as it is. I write this for my own twisted pleasure, not to speculate or hurt anyone in the process. This is entirely fictional and not to be confused with reality! Thanks.
Summary: Where things are out of control.
Feedback: As always, there would be no fic if it wouldn't have been for your lovely feedback. So, yeah, as desperate as it sounds, feedback keeps me alive.
A/N: There will be an epilogue.

Into the
Sunset

If you ask me
I'll say
Yes please
To you today
So don't ask me
Cuz I'm weak that way
Just don't ask me
O.k.?

I'm so glad we got that
straightened away

If you see me
Walk by
You better just let me
Walk by
You better not
Bat your pretty eyes
You better not
Stop me to say hi

Cuz I got a sweet tooth today
So you better not cut that pie
-- Ani DiFranco – O.K.


In the streets, the night was dark. Lanterns were flickering in their half broken state, and the wind swept past the houses at a speed that hadn’t been there half an hour ago. Somewhere in one of those houses, the light was on. It was not a bright light, but the man walking through the abandoned street, found his stare suddenly pulled towards the tiny apartment.

And it was when the trees creaked in their still awakened state, that in his stolen glance he saw a woman’s hand pressed against the dim lit window, her hand slowly gliding downwards against it. Visible until he saw her pull it off.

And he couldn’t help but think of what had happened earlier that evening.

***

“Well, mate, to what do I owe the pleasure of your undeniably pleasant company?”

Orlando slid into the booth they had been pointed to by the flirty waitress, and looked at Johnny with an expectant look.

“You prefer to have dinner alone?” Johnny grinned, unable to resist teasing him.

“No. Of course not. But, eh, well—“ Orlando let out a sigh, his eyes moving between the table and his fingers.

“O.K., I’ll just say it, then,” this time his eyes locked on Johnny’s and he held them for a more than a second, trying to find the courage to start a conversation about the other man’s private life. He’d never done so before. He’d never felt reason to, either. But Keira was like a sister to him, and he didn’t like to see her hurt. Especially not by someone whom he happened to like a lot, too.

“Why didn’t you invite Keira? I mean, she had to eat dinner alone too, didn’t she? Is it about that kiss you two shared?”

There’d never been a moment Orlando’d caught Johnny off guard. Not once. Not even when after Elizabeth and Jack had kissed, and Orlando had said, in a joking fashion, “Well, that calls for a repeat, doesn’t it, lovebirds?”, and Johnny’d responded by saying; “Please, young master Turner, you stick with raising the sails while I’ll stick with the teaching of pupils, here.” They’d all laughed and laughed about it, but now, things were different. Maybe it was because there were no costumes to hide behind, or no sets to melt into. Whatever it was, Orlando had no answer to it. All he knew is when he asked Johnny the question, he saw the shock in his eyes, if only for a moment. A moment was enough to tell him all.

“She just told me she had other plans, is all.”

And he’d never caught Johnny lying, either.


***

She hadn’t been dreaming about him ever since they’d shared their first kiss, but she knew in the instant that he touched her, that the rest of her nights she would be haunted by his face, his hands, his smell. It wasn’t until he’d been hovering above her, lying on her own couch, that she’d felt the finality of the situation. This was going to happen now.

Even if she would’ve wanted to get out of the situation, she knew he would never let her. The way he was crouched in front of her right now, his eyes full of fire and breathing heavily, she felt that he’d passed the point of stopping a long time ago.

She’d been the one to elicit this fire in him, she now realized.

It excited but also scared her.

In that moment where he reached out to touch her face, and whispered “you’re beautiful”, she saw that he saw her hesitation. His eyes narrowed dangerously, and instead of comforting her, he took both of her wrists in his hands, pulled her up and pushed her against the wall.

“Your decision, so you take your own responsibility. You play games, you face the consequences, like a good girl.” He hissed into her ear.

She whimpered in answer to his sudden roughness.

“That’s right. Face the music like a grown-up woman would.”

If she thought that he was going to stop now after having been tortured for an inhumanly long time, she was so wrong. His fingers trailed a path down her slender neck teasingly slow, barely touching it, trying to hold himself back from giving into the temptation of devouring her right where she stood. If she hadn’t felt his desperation yet, then he didn’t know what would enlighten her of the fact that he was about to burst from desire.

He knew that later on, she might look back on this and curse him for having done it while she was drunk.

But she never paid attention to his actions. He knew this.

She was so caught up in her own conflict of wanting him and trying to resist it, that she hadn’t even noticed he hadn’t been able to catch her the first time when she stumbled, or that his feeling for coordination had left him as soon as he’d kissed her and in result they’d both fallen down upon that couch of hers. No, he hadn’t been that careful with his alcohol either, that evening.

She wore nothing but a white long sleeve and some jeans, and there was really fucking nothing under that shirt, he realized, when his hand slipped further down, down past the birthmark on her collarbone, down and over her right breast.

“Please Johnny, I…”

His eyes swept up to hers, and she saw the impatience in them. Right in that moment she finally understood what people had told her over and over about being with an older man. “You will experience the more experienced, darling” her best friend had informed her while smiling at her, right after having told her she’d been sleeping with a man twice her age. Keira remembered almost keeling over in shock, and now she was about to do the same thing. The cannily way in which he eyed her and the sure-handed way in which he touched her, made her even more aware of that fact.

She also felt relieved, however. Relieved that she didn’t have to put up any defense no more, relieved that he touched her now where she wanted to be touched and that she didn’t have to avoid the overwhelming being in front of her anymore, just because he’d triggered the first combined feeling of anxiety and desire she’d ever felt.

His hand finally found the end of the shirt and slowly pushed under it, softly stroking her lower abdomen, his hand going upwards, teasing her by stopping just below her breasts.

Her eyes were cast downwards, and she just stood with her arms hanging by her side, unable to do anything but watch what he was doing to her. Her breath hitched in her throat when his left hand joined his right one and even though all he was doing was softly stroking her stomach, it felt so sensual that her knees almost buckled from pleasure.

When she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the wall, she felt his breath tickle her ear.

“Come on now, where has that feisty girl gone to, hmm? Am I too much for you? Because if so, let me just tell you,” his hand brushed her nipple on purpose and all the tension left her in a soft moan “it’s too late to back out now.” His mouth brushed her cheek and she felt his smirk; and she didn’t know if that made her do what she did, but it must’ve had something to do with it, because right after he said this she felt something awaken in her.

In one quick movement where she caught him off guard she grabbed both of his arms and spun them both around, so that now she was the one pressing him against the hard concrete wall.

“She’s right here, Mr. Depp.” And then she kissed him.

A low growl formed deep in his throat but only until after he’d felt her tongue seek entrance into his mouth, did he release it.

“So you like it rough, do you?”

A hard tug on her jeans was enough to make them slide over her rear, and down slowly until they were lying on the ground and she felt defenseless, her panties now the only thing saving her from embarrassment. She didn’t know why, but that moment where she’d felt confident enough to push him against the wall and kiss him, had disappeared like snow in the sun when he’d pulled down her jeans. And now she just felt exposed.

She saw him look down, and found herself speechless when his expression was none other than that of a man in pure lust. She’d never seen him like this before, and obviously that was not so strange, but she’d never seen him rough before, either. Rough like he meant it. And not rough as in hand me my sword, Miss Swann but more like rough as in if you come any closer, I’m using this sword, Keira. Was she ready for it? Was she ready for reality, right here, right now?

She saw him look up again and this time she met his eyes.

“Well, rough is how you will get it.”

And then she was hoisted up, cradled in his arms, as he made his way up her spiraling stairs, and it was like those stairs would never end. When they’d finally reached the first floor all she could think was doireallywanthis?, but when he’d sat her down on the table next to the window and snaked one hand down her belly and further down, all she could think was ohmygod and put her hand on the window to steady herself.

She was modest, but not that modest, and when she found his hand was moving down too slow for her liking she placed her hand upon his and moved them both faster. It was not what he had in mind, though, for he immediately took his hand away and put some room between their bodies, not touching her except for his knees which were slightly brushing the inside of her thighs.

“Open your eyes.” He said in a demanding tone. It had not been a question, and she knew it, but just to tease him she opened one eye and kept the other one closed.

He was smiling, now, and she couldn’t help but grin in return when he leaned in closer but still wasn’t touching her. She knew he meant to tease her when his mouth was just inches away from hers and he still didn’t kiss her, so she opened the other eye too and firmly grasped his shoulders. Her effort turned out to be successful as she was now sitting on top of him, on her own bed, ready to show him who was in charge, here. It had been nice, this power game they’d been playing, but she’d had enough of his cocky tone.

“When I said before that you had no right to patronize me, I meant it. And,” she said, confident in her position, “for your information, in bed it still counts. Now take off your shirt.”

His eyebrow cocked in amusement, and to her own surprise he lifted her off of him and made enough space for him to take off his shirt.

The sight of his bare chest made her bite her lip and swallow back her sharp tongue, and for a moment she was mesmerized by the tattoos on his chest, the manliness of him, all over again.

But she wasn’t about to let him get the best of her… yet, anyway.

His nostrils flared and he licked his lips when he saw her repeat his action. Her shirt was now off and she sat on top of his thighs, wearing only one garment to hide the last piece of her body that was still unexplored territory to him. They both sat unmoving, each of them waiting for the other to make the next move.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her again, satisfied when he heard the unladylike groan that escaped her when he let his tongue thoroughly explore her mouth.


Her hands were on the fly of his jeans, and it wasn’t long before he felt her trying to push them down, her hands doing bolder things than her mind was to be accounted for. But she was not shy anymore, now. Even though she felt the alcohol in her body subside to a more tolerable level, the fire in her seemed to grow by the second. It was pure torture, the way she was in just her undergarments while he was still wearing his jeans. And if she didn’t get them off now, before his hands were upon her, she didn’t know if she would be able to later.

Pushing her back onto the bed with one hand, she felt rather than saw his other hand snake down between their bodies, his eyes fixed upon hers, his mouth slightly open anticipating her reaction to what he was doing to her.

“Oh..”, was all she could say when she felt his fingers glide through her slick heat, and when she opened her eyes slightly she saw the smug smile on his face. She felt herself fall apart under his ministrations, though she didn’t want to yet, she didn’t want to give in yet, but the more she tried to fight the pleasure she was feeling the more the feeling increased.

Just when she thought there couldn’t be more stars in front of her eyes, he stopped and sat back. She watched him get up off the bed through a haze of pleasure, unable to do anything but watch him take off his own pants, and the intense feeling in her lower stomach increased tenfold when he crawled back on top of her, naked this time.

“What’s the only thing holding us back now, hmm?” His voice was rough from pleasure when he spoke in her ear and she still felt unable to answer him. It seemed he wouldn’t do anything until she responded, though, so she opened her mouth in an attempt to say something.

“I, uh, I don’t know.”

She heard his familiar soft laugh again, and this time she recognized the meaning behind it. He had left her unable to form a coherent sentence, unable to move, unable to do anything but let him pleasure her.

“That would’ve been the easiest question I’ve asked you this night, and still you don’t know the answer to it.”

Instead of giving the answer to his own question himself, she watched as he moved down between her legs, both hands skimming down over the skin of her sides, traveling further down until he had his fingers hooked under the sides of her underwear.

“This, for example, is in the way. Don’t you think, Keira?”

Each time he used her name like that it send a jolt of electricity through her, and this time was no different. It was all happening so fast, she hadn’t been expecting this would all happen tonight, but there was no turning back now. She felt the soft cotton against her thighs as he slid them down her legs at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Hurry up.” She sighed when she couldn’t take it anymore, and in answer to her plea he took them off in one swift movement.

His hands now traveled upwards again, up her sides, fingers brushing her breasts as they went past and continued their journey up her arms to her fingertips, until he had both of her arms stretched out above her head.

She felt the heat of him between her legs, and when he took his one free hand to reach down and she felt him at her entrance, she took in a sharp breath of air, her head pressing back into the pillow.

“Ah, fuck.” His head fell back on the pillow next to hers, and she felt him still his movement, the pressure gone.

“Wha.. what’s wrong?”

She managed to say, craving to feel him slide into the heat of her. She felt she couldn’t take it any longer.

“We need condoms.”

Oh.

Realization hit her like a ton of bricks and she thanked God for the fact that he’d still been coherent enough to think of that, when she hadn’t been.

“In the drawer to my right.”

His hand reached out to open the drawer, his head turning away from her to see what he was doing. For a moment she studied him, his hair unruly and sticking to his forehead, as a result of the heat that they’d both been guilty of creating. She wondered if he had any idea how irresistibly beautiful he was. And right now even more, with the obvious pleasure that was on his face and the sweat that was slowly dripping down between their bodies, only to finally slide down between her legs and onto her bed.
When he was done he turned back to her and kissed her when she felt him again, and this time he did not stop.

She heard him groan when he slowly pushed deeper and deeper, until he was sheathed to the hilt. When she opened her eyes to study his features, she saw he had his eyes closed in concentration, lips pursed together, visibly trying to control his will to just drive into her and have his way. Trying to encourage him to move she pushed herself up on her arms and put her lips to his ear.

“I’m not made of porcelain, you know.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He replied, his eyes blazing with fire and determination when he looked at her. Even if she’d been wanting for him to keep control, she wouldn’t even have been able to stop him.

For after he said this he lost all control, driving himself into her over and over again at a pace she’d never witnessed before. He still held her hands above her head and she reached down to touch herself, but he would have none of it. With a low growl he took her hand and placed it back above her head, his own hand sneaking down to the place she ached the most, his fingers making her moan in pleasure.

It wasn’t long before she saw her vision explode and she felt her walls clench around him, making him tense above her, and with one deep last thrust he fell back on top of her, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

After a while he rolled off of her, to his side of the bed, and she just saw him reach out to push a strand of hair behind her ears, before she drifted off into a deep sleep which she wouldn’t wake from until well into the following afternoon.


The End.. almost...