A Parisian Vacation
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Category:
Individual Celebrities › Johnny Depp
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,997
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know Johnny Depp. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Parisian Vacation
Ok this is my first ever attempt at writing something like this so go easy on me. There will be plenty of naughtiness but you'll have to wait just a bit for it. I don't own Johnny Depp (most unfortunate). blah blah usual disclaimer.
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It had been nearly a year since my first visit to Paris and I was finally going back.. alone. My bags were packed and I raced to the airport unable to contain my excitement. The perfect rest and relaxation trip after the most hideous breakup on record. It had been a tug of war getting Daniel to let go but it was over and done with and now, I was going to have a hell of a time. My itinerary consisted of eat, shop, spa, sleep for the next 3 weeks all while ensconced in luxury at the fabulous George V hotel just off the Champs de Elysee.
As I stepped off the plane I filled my lungs with the sweet, proliferous scent that is France in the spring/summer. It was a welcome relief after spending what seemed like an eternity inhaling pressurized air in the plane. I gathered my bags as quickly as I could and jumped into an awaiting taxi, taking in the landscape as he drove me to the hotel. As we pulled up there were throngs of people and flash bulbs going off everywhere as the doormen were trying their best to assist someone into the lobby. It was over rather quickly and I didn't think much of it, after all, celebrities were a frequent at this hotel and I was sure I'd see a few more before my trip was over.
I walked through the front doors and over to the front desk to check in and was quickly escorted up to my room. When I opened the door I gasped at the size and lavishness of the place. There was a king size bed with a massive TV, separate office room, and a bathroom fit for a king. I was definitely going to be in heaven for the next 3 weeks.
I quickly unpacked my things and headed downstairs for a drink before setting out into the city. As I was stepping out of the elevator someone else was trying to step in and... we collided. As he was apologizing 100 times over and bent down to pick up the few things he had knocked from my hands, I noticed how handsome he was and couldn't help but think that he looked familiar. It wasn't until he looked up to ask me if I was alright that it finally dawned on me. He was even more beautiful in person than in pictures, his build was slight yet very obviously muscular, he was very gentle in the way he went about retrieving my belongings, and just had something about him that I couldn't quite pinpoint. I wasn't one to lose my cool easily having been around some high profile people in my realtively short but somewhat charmed life however, being 20 and female through and through I couldn't help but giggle inside thinking that Johnny Depp was picking up my things for me.
After my head stopped spinning I finally assured him that I was alright as he apologized yet again and stepped into the elevator. After the doors had closed and he was gone I finally let myself think about what had just happened. Finally I got the drink I had been wanting and slowly let my mind wander over a cigarette. Thinking all those things that girls think about Johnny Depp. How handsome he is, what it would be like to kiss him and more...
I finished my cigarette and put my thoughts to rest for a bit and walked out into the crisp evening air. It was a beautiful night and I wanted to see some of the familiar htings from my last trip before heading to bed. I walked along the Champs de Elysee taking in my surroundings and just enjoying the fact that I was away from all the awful things back in New York. My boyfriend or should I say EX- boyfriend had put me thorugh hell and back. I was naive when I had started dating him and had come to realize over the past three years that all I had really been to him was a sex relief. He hadn't taen it well when I confronted him with my reasons for leaving him. He yelled and screamed with a force that shook his apartment and probably had the neighbors wondering where the earth quake had come from. He got over it... eventually, but not without giving me hell first. After it had calmed down is when I had decided to come to Paris, I needed to get away for a little while and what better place than one of hte most romantic cities in the world.
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Let me know what you think please, hopefully I'll update soon... thanks so much! No flames please!!!
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It had been nearly a year since my first visit to Paris and I was finally going back.. alone. My bags were packed and I raced to the airport unable to contain my excitement. The perfect rest and relaxation trip after the most hideous breakup on record. It had been a tug of war getting Daniel to let go but it was over and done with and now, I was going to have a hell of a time. My itinerary consisted of eat, shop, spa, sleep for the next 3 weeks all while ensconced in luxury at the fabulous George V hotel just off the Champs de Elysee.
As I stepped off the plane I filled my lungs with the sweet, proliferous scent that is France in the spring/summer. It was a welcome relief after spending what seemed like an eternity inhaling pressurized air in the plane. I gathered my bags as quickly as I could and jumped into an awaiting taxi, taking in the landscape as he drove me to the hotel. As we pulled up there were throngs of people and flash bulbs going off everywhere as the doormen were trying their best to assist someone into the lobby. It was over rather quickly and I didn't think much of it, after all, celebrities were a frequent at this hotel and I was sure I'd see a few more before my trip was over.
I walked through the front doors and over to the front desk to check in and was quickly escorted up to my room. When I opened the door I gasped at the size and lavishness of the place. There was a king size bed with a massive TV, separate office room, and a bathroom fit for a king. I was definitely going to be in heaven for the next 3 weeks.
I quickly unpacked my things and headed downstairs for a drink before setting out into the city. As I was stepping out of the elevator someone else was trying to step in and... we collided. As he was apologizing 100 times over and bent down to pick up the few things he had knocked from my hands, I noticed how handsome he was and couldn't help but think that he looked familiar. It wasn't until he looked up to ask me if I was alright that it finally dawned on me. He was even more beautiful in person than in pictures, his build was slight yet very obviously muscular, he was very gentle in the way he went about retrieving my belongings, and just had something about him that I couldn't quite pinpoint. I wasn't one to lose my cool easily having been around some high profile people in my realtively short but somewhat charmed life however, being 20 and female through and through I couldn't help but giggle inside thinking that Johnny Depp was picking up my things for me.
After my head stopped spinning I finally assured him that I was alright as he apologized yet again and stepped into the elevator. After the doors had closed and he was gone I finally let myself think about what had just happened. Finally I got the drink I had been wanting and slowly let my mind wander over a cigarette. Thinking all those things that girls think about Johnny Depp. How handsome he is, what it would be like to kiss him and more...
I finished my cigarette and put my thoughts to rest for a bit and walked out into the crisp evening air. It was a beautiful night and I wanted to see some of the familiar htings from my last trip before heading to bed. I walked along the Champs de Elysee taking in my surroundings and just enjoying the fact that I was away from all the awful things back in New York. My boyfriend or should I say EX- boyfriend had put me thorugh hell and back. I was naive when I had started dating him and had come to realize over the past three years that all I had really been to him was a sex relief. He hadn't taen it well when I confronted him with my reasons for leaving him. He yelled and screamed with a force that shook his apartment and probably had the neighbors wondering where the earth quake had come from. He got over it... eventually, but not without giving me hell first. After it had calmed down is when I had decided to come to Paris, I needed to get away for a little while and what better place than one of hte most romantic cities in the world.
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Let me know what you think please, hopefully I'll update soon... thanks so much! No flames please!!!