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Author's Note:

The interesting thing I noticed about this fic was how it tested the "bravery" of the AF fans on this site. The first chapter didn't get reviews for about a whole day (that's never happened to a fic I put up), but as soon as the first two or three reviews came in, the rest just flew in, taped to owls. The most fascinating thing was that I usually get one or two private messages (from people who've already reviewed) when I take too long on Persephone's Crown or something, but for this fic, I got a lot of private messages from people who wanted an update. Which is pretty funny. A little sad, but pretty funny still. … Really, fandom, what are we all ashamed of?

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Like a Lollipop Chapter 2

Holly felt a mix of fear and excitement build up in her chest and stomach. Uncertainty itched at her, almost making her backpedal. But then Holly looked up to meet the eyes of Artemis Fowl, and she suddenly felt herself smile a little, even as she nodded, granting him permission.

The smile that flickered across Artemis' lips was a cross between his dangerous vampiric smirk and an excited, more honest grin. He leant over and pressed his lips against those of the woman below him, accepting the invitation.

Holly closed her eyes, trying to relax and let her arms encircle Artemis' neck again, enjoying the feeling of his lips massaging her mouth. She sighed as he moved to kiss her jaw before starting to feast on the soft skin of her throat. "You are so…"

Artemis chuckled and brought a hand to Holly's stomach, rubbing her waist through the fabric of her blouse. "I'm so…?" he prompted.

Holly sighed again, this time sounding a little frustrated. "You know what you are." She felt his hand move up her stomach, and opened her eyes a little to see that the blades of his fingers were caressing her top buttons. She slightly arched her back, stubbornly hoping he wouldn't notice her heart racing. She swallowed, blushing deeply and looked up at Artemis again. "You know how bad you are." She then groaned a little, more in annoyance than pleasure. "And that sounded so clichéd."

Artemis smirked a little before reaching up to kiss her ear before whispering into it. "And I suppose you're the good girl?" Then, he teasingly, almost threateningly, licked at the tip of it. When Holly moaned quietly, he covered her lips with his own, this time invading her mouth with his tongue before she could react.

Holly tensed a little when Artemis' tongue thrust into her mouth, making a muffled little cry almost in protest at the suddenness. But she started kissing back, eventually using one hand to play his hair, making it a little disheveled, her fingers starting to tremble with the rest of her body when she felt his hands start moving across the buttons of her blouse again. It was the sudden release of the pressure across her chest, one that was barely there to begin with, that told her he'd undone one, causing a sudden jolt of panic to shoot through her.

As Holly lurched and gasped, Artemis broke off the kiss, sensing something was wrong. He frowned, looking concerned, as one of his hands found their way to her back. "Is everything okay?" he asked, rubbing the small of her back in a comforting gesture.

Holly sighed a little, trying to will her heart to slow. It took a bit of effort to start talking, and she looked up at Artemis, with her brows a little furrowed with worry. "Arty… If we're going to do this, I have to tell you…" she said, careful not to let herself stammer. She inhaled a little, glancing away from his icy blue gaze… She suddenly wished they weren't wearing their contacts. His eyes were gentle, but they still held traces of the other, more ruthless Artemis that made her feel… She couldn't put a word to the thought, but the feeling swept over her, sending ripples of fear and… Something else… through her.

"What is it, Holly?" Artemis asked.

Holly almost smiled at the tone of his voice. He was still concerned, still curious, but still male – impatient. She took a deep breath again, readying herself, trying not to wonder how he would react. "I'm a virgin. I'm not ready to… To…" She flushed a little, turning away from him, and feeling extremely childish for it. She forced herself to turn back to him and instantly scowled when she saw that Artemis looked a little amused. "What?" she hissed.

Artemis tried to keep his expression steady; he had never been able to guess if Holly was a virgin or not – by human standards, she would have been in her early twenties. And while Holly was beautiful in her own way, he somehow doubted that the males of the fairies had lined up to date the girl who'd set out to break the all-male image of Recon. If fairies were anything like humans in this department, the other cops would have felt too awkward (never mind how Holly might have felt about dating someone at work) and the males who weren't cops would probably have been too insecure.

Chuckling softly, Artemis kissed the scowl off Holly's face and he pulled her closer against him. "Nothing," he said. Before Holly could respond, he kissed her again, letting his lips linger near hers as he spoke. When Holly lost all traces of annoyance and looked up at him with that wanton, yet innocent adoration again, he smirked. "In that case…" His tone then took on an almost darkly teasing quality, settling on a tenor that was serious in all its mock-chivalry. "In that case, my lady, I will honour your virginity - " He kissed her briefly, letting the tip of his tongue run along her lower lip as she pouted in frustration and desire beneath him. "…Until such a time that you're ready for me." This time, Artemis pushed his tongue into Holly's mouth, catching her gasp against his lips, letting his tongue explore her mouth, leaving no place there untouched.

Holly trembled, flickers of magic and electricity igniting behind her eyes and in her mind. Her arms tightened around Artemis' neck. When he finally pulled away a little, she breathed against his neck before arching her own neck a bit so that she could kiss the tender, pale flesh of his jugular, licking along the path to the pressure point as best she could. She couldn't get enough of the taste of him, the smell of him – under the cologne, it was indescribable, the only familiar scents she could take away being the slightest hints of Earl Grey, ink and something else… Something almost woodsy; almost outdoorsy.

Artemis shuddered slightly at the feeling of Holly's lips at his neck. He grinned against Holly's hair at her actions, his hand having left her back to run along the line of buttons on her blouse, undoing each one, top to bottom. He stopped when he registered the feeling of her denim pants; there were no more buttons to undo on her top. He retraced the path his hand had travelled, this time letting his fingers caress Holly's soft, but firm stomach on the way back up to her bra-encased breasts.

Holly had stiffened at the first feeling of Artemis' hand along her stomach. She unwrapped her arms a little, but kept her hands on his shoulders as she pulled away a little, leaning back against the couch again. Her heart was hammering against her ribs in – fear? Excitement? Both? She couldn't tell – she couldn't think enough to tell.

Artemis looked into Holly's eyes, wanting to give her a reassuring look or word, but he found that he couldn't even think of one. Instead, he turned his attention to her open blouse and pushed the sides further apart and slightly off her shoulders. For a few seconds, he was struck still by the sight of her breasts, covered only by a simple, black bra.

Artemis was entranced, but a thought broke through the lustful haze clouding his head and he suddenly let out a short, dry laugh. He ran his thumb over the right strap before looking Holly in the eyes again. It was difficult to read what she was feeling now – she met his eyes bravely, looking as nervous as he felt. There weren't numerous times in his life where he told her the truth, even whilst knowing it would cost him. But this was one of those times. "Holly," he said, honestly. He delicately prodded at the bra strap. "I have no idea how to work these things."

Holly's eyes suddenly widened, but she had the grace to stifle a laugh at the thought registered. But then, her lips curled into a devious smile. "Artemis Fowl - " she stopped to swallow as she said his name, as it, once again, solidified the reality of what she was doing and who is was doing it with. "… doesn't know?"

Artemis gave her a serious, slightly irritated look. "Artemis Fowl does not know," he confirmed. But then he raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather I did know?" He successfully bit down a smirk. "That I'd practiced on some other girl before I came to you?"

The question had its desired effect. The amusement left Holly's face, and she looked away from him, the thought actually causing a deep pang of jealousy in her as she looked back up into his eyes. "No," she told him, honestly. "I wouldn't rather that…"

Artemis gave her a deadpanned look. "Great."

Holly licked her lips to moisten them, then shifted her weight beneath him a bit, arching her back up a little. "Put your hands on my back… Against the back of it."

Artemis smiled, thinly, trying to hide his nervousness and, for once in his life, did as he was told. He slid Holly's blouse off her arms and tossed it onto the coffee table beside the couch before placing his hands against her back. He felt Holly tighten her arms around his neck again, stiffening a little, almost as if bracing herself against him. The bra felt like something hard, but flexible, under something soft; an odd combination. "Okay," Artemis said, gently exploring the back of the bra with his fingers. His voice didn't betray his nervousness; thank God for his work's requirement of hiding one's feelings. "Now what?"

Holly leant against Artemis' chest, hoping he wouldn't notice her blushing furiously. She found no humour in this at all now. "The center…" she murmured. "Feel for the fasteners. There are two, and they're…" She tried to find the right words, finding it hard to think. "They're like hook-and-eye… Sort of things…" A soft, nervous laugh escaped her then. "Kind of… Unhook them…"

Artemis had to bite down a chuckle at Holly's words. Apparently, misery wasn't the only thing that loved company. It was comforting to know that Holly was as scared, nervous and uneasy as he was. He tried to find what she described to him, but found a bit of trouble trying to get the garment to… Do what he wanted it to do. He finally grew frustrated and lost his last bit of patience. "Holly, do you like this brassier?"

Holly's eyes widened. She started to tell him not to think about, almost squirming to stop him. "No!" she shrieked. She realized too late that had been a bad way to start and started to continue before Artemis silenced her.

"No?" Artemis interrupted. "Good." He used both hands to twist the strip of fabric and jerk it in two opposite directions.

A sudden tearing noise was heard and Artemis felt strangely satisfied at the sound. He ripped the bra the rest of the way before taking Holly's shoulders to push her back against the armrest. "Hooks and eyes, my…" He trailed off when he saw the look of utter disbelief on the redhead's face. He tried not to smile as he gave her a quick kiss to the lips. "If you want, I'll invent a new fastening system for us."

That seemed to snap Holly out of her daze. "Artemis!" She swallowed, and tried to glare at him.. "Now how am I going to – I have to go home without it…"

Artemis wasn't really listening to Holly at this point, as he was suddenly aware of his pulse racing and his temperate rising again as he started pulling the tattered bra away from Holly's shoulders. The action silenced the woman beneath him, too, as Holly suddenly remembered what they were in the middle of. Artemis slowly slid the fabric away, savouring this moment, as he uncovered her breasts.

Holly trembled slightly, unable to look away from Artemis' eyes, even though he wasn't looking into hers – she was transfixed with his transfixion with her. She'd never seen him like this before; he was nervous and unsure, curious and determined, focused and unfocussed all at once. It was like she was discovering him as he explored her. Her heartbeat started rising as she felt his gaze on the bare skin of her chest as he tore away the layers that she was so used to having between them. She was tempted to wrap her arms around herself, to cover herself up… But she suddenly found that she couldn't move.

Artemis finally removed the garment and absent-mindedly threw it aside, eyes fixed on the sight of Holly's bare bosom. Her breasts were like the rest of her – beautiful, perfect, and the sight of them sent a throb pounding through his nether regions again. He glanced up into her eyes to see the anxiety there. He once again smiled at the thought that she was as nervous as he was, and it gave him the push he needed.

Artemis ran his fingers along the sides of her breasts for a second, feeling Holly tremble beneath him, a small gasp escaping her lips. He looked up to her face again, but Holly had closed her eyes, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He took a few seconds to caress the sides of her breasts, keeping his eyes on her face, before he cupped them, preparing to further explore this new territory with his hands. Holly squirmed beneath him, her eyes fluttering open for a few seconds.

Artemis took some time, letting his hands wander toward her areolae, gently rubbing the sensitive skin beneath his fingers. Finally, he brought a thumb to her right nipple and caressed it experimentally to see how Holly would react…

Holly gasped and whimpered as her nipples hardened tightly, almost painfully quickly, as Artemis brushed his thumbs over them. She exhaled, moaning softly, her hips still squirming, in an innocently suggestive way. She finally opened her eyes to meet Artemis' – seeing him was suddenly comforting, and she managed a small smile. "A-Artemis, you…" Not knowing how to complete the sentence, she brought a hand to his arm, massaging it a little, but she couldn't concentrate enough to be anything more than affectionate… But this simple gesture seemed to please him, too.

Egged on by the delicious way Holly had reacted, he started rubbing her other nipple, feeling the soft, but hot fingers of desire start trailing up and down his spine. "Do you like that?" His voice had been quieted by the entranced state he was still in, but still tinged with the lust he'd been feeling so wildly before. Without waiting for a reply, he let his instincts, his sudden overwhelming urge to do something, guide him. He brought his mouth to her right nipple, letting his tongue flick at it.

Holly's 'yes' to Artemis' question died away in a breathy whimper. She'd braced herself in anticipation when she'd realized what he was about to and almost cried out when it happened, the sensation being so new to her… Warm, wet… A moan escaped her, but she managed to run her fingers through the back of his hair, rubbing his scalp softly. "Artemis - " She gasped, suddenly feeling his lips at her areola around his tongue, which was still tasting her nipple. Feeling the need to move, to do something other than play with his hair, she saw he had one knee on the couch between her legs and one at her side. She cautiously entwined one of her legs with his, rubbing her foot softly up and down his calf and in the dip behind his knee through his trousers, just happy to fulfill her sudden desire to touch him in any way she could.

Artemis was very vaguely distracted by the feeling of Holly's toe against his leg, but it pleased him that she was yearning to touch him as much as he craved to touch her. However, nothing could take his attention was from the newly discovered taste of the sensitive skin of her virgin breasts… His breath caressed her skin before he kissed her nipple once again before moving his mouth to her other breast. As soon as he found her other nipple with his mouth, Holly gasped, arching a little beneath him, almost as if offering herself as she pushed herself against him. When he used his thumb to massage her other nipple, which was still wet with his saliva, she moaned again, louder this time, squirming.

Holly's hips writhed a bit, though at the same time, her nurturing impulses caused her to keep running her hands through Artemis' hair and rub his neck, lovingly and deeply, as she moaned every time he licked her fully. "Oh… Feels so…" she murmured, her fingers tightening around some of his hair. She very vaguely realized that she's getting more and more aroused and that no matter how much she loved this, that she wanted more – wanted him closer to her.

Artemis grinned against Holly's chest. "Feels so…?" But when he sat up a little and looked down at her, he was suddenly hit by a wave of lust again, this time, the feeling made so much more intense by the sight of Holly half-nude, writhing beneath him… He moved away from her bosom to take in the full picture of her and another primal part of his brain roared to life, and Artemis was suddenly very displeased that Holly was only half-naked. Suddenly, his hands were at her pants, intent on twisting the button loose. "Don't worry…" His voice had a slightly sarcastic, teasing quality to it. "I won't rip these. If they behave."

As Artemis turned back to the button, Holly took the opportunity to take a breath, half disappointed for losing Artemis' mouth and hands, but half relieved because of the sensory overload of… Everything… Being so new to her; to both of them. She looked up and, catching the lust behind his eyes, licked her lips a little. Her tone was quiet, and a little coy, but bold still. "Artemis?"

Artemis undid the button just in time to look up and meet Holly's eyes. A jolt of lust burst through him as soon as their gazes locked. He wondered how she could look so innocent and scared, yet so wanton and audacious at the same time. "Yes, Holly?" he managed to breathe. He pulled her zipper open and grasped the waistband of her pants before looking back up at her, waiting for her to continue so that he could go on to complete his task.

Holly flushed, loving the look in Artemis' eyes and being aware that, not only has it made her all the more wetter, but realizing that he'll soon see it. Her breath hitched. "Again… I just… Even your hands are… Bigger. Than…" She flushed deeper, her face turning almost as dark red as her hair, at the thought of insinuating that she's touched herself, even though she knew (if Artemis' earlier words were anything to go by) that he's touched himself too and wouldn't judge her.

Artemis stared at Holly, noting the way she stammered nervously, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of strange emotions, one of the most surprising being amusement. However, that little bit of sadism was accompanied by a higher sense of duty and compassion. Still, he had to fight a smirk off his lips as he leaned forward to kiss Holly's forehead. "Don't worry, Holly." The words were an order and a request, comforting and begging all at once.

Holly wrapped her arms around Artemis' neck and kissed his cheek before smiling. "I'll try," she promised.

Artemis grinned, voraciously, rather happy to be able to return back to business. His nervousness ambushed him when he turned his hands and gaze back to her pants, but the feeling was no match for the lust that Holly's kiss on his cheek sent running through his system. In one swift movement, he pulled Holly's pants off of her, throwing them to the floor to join her bra and blouse, revealing her small, yet shapely legs. He turned his attention to the only garment on her body now, and cautiously touched it at her hip. He found it hard to look up into Holly's face at the moment. To fill the silence than anything else, he murmured, "Tell me what kind of lingerie you like."

Recognizing his attempt at calming her down, Holly almost smiled a little. But there were few things that could soothe her nerves now, and all she could think that that the subject matter they were discussing was very damp and slightly clinging to the skin beneath. "I… Nothing fancy," she finally sighed, trying to answer coherently. "Just this or my one-piece, but…" Then, searching his face, she asked him cautiously, "What do you like?" A smile suddenly pulled at her lips; her tone was teasing now. "Lace?"

A small chuckle escaped Artemis and he fixed his eyes on Holly's face to watch her expression as he took hold of the sides of very last piece of clothing on her. Her eyes widened. "If I don't care for something, Holly, it'll matter less to me what's it made of."

Holly suddenly placed both of her hands over Artemis', stopping him from doing anything just yet. "Are you sure?" she asked again.

Artemis nodded, never looking away from her eyes. "I'm always sure about everything I want. You know that." He furrowed his eyebrow a bit. "Holly… Do you want this?"

A short laugh escaped Holly then, though her breath was shuddering and her heart was pounding so much that she looked flushed. She squirmed a bit, almost as if she was thinking about it, about stopping Artemis, but the ache throbbing at the bottom of her stomach killed any thoughts of those that she formed. But then Holly realized it wasn't just that ache…

Holly met Artemis' gaze and felt a sudden jolt go through her. His eyes were both blue, because of the contact he wore over his left eye, but she could practically see her own eye beneath it. They had switched eyes, but it was more than that – their eyes were like a mere symbol to the closeness they shared, a closeness that couldn't be defined or described. He was a part of her and she felt the need for him in every fiber of her being, from her hands to the arches of her feet, from her lips to every beat of her heart, she felt the need to be connected to him. And while she couldn't be quite so connected with him just yet – for several very good reasons – the need to be close to him was strong, too strong to fight. She smiled and pulled him down against her. "Yes."

Holly let Artemis catch her lips with his own in a kiss that was full of comfort as it was lacking in chastity.

Artemis grinned when they parted, and Holly laughed nervously before she shut her eyes. "Go on, then," she murmured.

Artemis gently, but rather quickly, slid the black panties down Holly's legs and off of her, trying not to freeze at the sight of her. His absent-mindedly tossed the flimsy garment to her pile of clothes on the floor, a lump forming at the back of his throat as his eyes ran up her legs and stopped at the smooth skin over her pelvic bone, under which Holly had her thighs pressed firmly together. Artemis swallowed, feeling that heat come rushing back to him, the sight before him sending blood rushing away from his head where his brain was to another head entirely. Finally, he managed to form a thought. "Do you… Shave?" His voice finally sounded less casual than he had earlier. Now, it sounded constricted, giving away that he'd forgotten how to breathe.

Holly's eyes fluttered open and she looked surprised for a second. A shiver passed through her, partly from a chill, but mostly from fear and excitement… Excitement that was so clear to her because of the warm wetness that had gotten past her inner labia and slightly moistened the inside of her thighs. She wasn't even consciously sure why she'd decided to press her legs together, but it only made the ache more persistent. "Shave?" she repeated, breathlessly. She had to think for a second, almost as if she'd forgotten. "N-no…"

Holly's heart almost leapt into her throat when Artemis straightened, cocking his head to the side a little as he glanced at her before dropping his gaze back to her mound. His knees were still on either side of her own knees, so when he sat up, two things hit Holly – one, that Artemis was much bigger than her. Two, he was still fully dressed. The vulnerability of her state sent a not-unpleasant electricity running down her spine that pooled into a cool heat at the bottom of her stomach, a feeling that Holly was a complete stranger to. Before she could dwell on it, Artemis was speaking and she had to strain to concentrate on what he was saying.

"Fairies don't have pubic hair?" Artemis asked. The scientific curiousity in his tone did nothing to lessen the nervous desire that was still there. In a sudden move that made Holly start visibly and arch her spine a little, he reached out and ran his index finger from the bottom of her stomach and vertically over her mound to the cross of her legs. Her reaction sent a throb of lust through him so forceful, it felt like an invisible fist had punched him in the gut and knocked the air out of him for a second. It took him a second to realize Holly was shaking her head.

"We do, we do," she gasped, sounding almost like a prisoner being tortured for information. The thought made Artemis reached out to stroke the side of her face and hair in a calming gesture. Holly opened her eyes and inhaled, catching his hand. She licked her lips. "It's a sort of laser that removes it… Humans have it, too, but ours is safer." She gulped, then elaborated. "Not having body hair makes flying easier," she explained in one, quick breath.

Artemis slowly nodded. "Of course," he said, quietly. He met Holly's eyes for a brief second, drinking in her anticipation for what was about to happen, sweetened by the affection for him that accompanied it. A smile that would have struck many as altogether unholy flickered across his lips for a second, sending a shiver running through the fairy beneath him, before he finally lowered himself to her hip level.

Holly swallowed, feeling her heart flutter against her ribs, but she reached out to cup Artemis' cheek, almost trying to calm him down, despite how nervous she herself was feeling. He looked as calm and stoic as ever, but she knew him too well – she saw the vague twitch above his left brow, the very slight flare of his nostrils. The thought almost made her smile, but then she felt his hands on her legs and she bit her lower lip instead.

Artemis' hands caressed the outside of Holly's thighs, before they wandered over her legs and came to a stop near the top of her legs. He paused and looked up into her eyes. When he spoke, his voice was laced with nervousness, but had attained that soft, commanding tone again. "Open your legs, Holly."

Holly swallowed hard, and trembling a bit, more scared and excited than she'd ever been in her entire life, she very slightly spread her legs, managing only a few inches before Artemis' hands were clamped against the soft skin of her inner thighs, preventing her from closing them again. Holly almost protested when he pushed her legs apart even further, but couldn't find her voice, only having enough mind power to be painfully aware of how wet she was.

Artemis' had stopped breathing as Holly moved her legs, and his heart pounded at dangerous speeds, his breath hitching, as her womanly folds, glistening with moisture, came unveiled. He somehow started to talk, only to, ironically enough, give voice to one thought. "Wow…"

Holly laughed softly through her nerves, managing to relish everything about the look on Artemis' face. "Wow, Artemis?" she whispered, almost afraid to break him out of the trance he seemed to be in. She swallowed and licked her lips when he met her eyes and smiled.

"Wow, Holly," Artemis repeated. Turning his gaze back to her folds, he gently massaged Holly's inner thighs in a half-hearted attempt to calm her down, his thoughts scattered all over the place, most of them focused on the young woman spread out before him and a select other few focused on something else… Licking his lips a little, because they were getting a little dry and his earlier hunger was starting to return with an edge to it, he felt the overwhelming urge to touch her. Almost cautiously, he used his index finger to trace the inner part of her outer labia, watching her carefully to see how she might react to his touch.

Holly closed her eyes, moaning quietly, instinctively parting her legs a little more. Even the least sensitive part of those sensitive folds of flesh causing her to feel almost dizzy when he touched her there. She forced her eyes open and meet Artemis' gaze, silently encouraging him with a shy, but longing, little smile.

Artemis, it seemed, was even more a sadistic jerk than a hormonal male. His smile was teasing, with the faintest hints of sarcasm touching his voice. "Good?" he asked, casually.

If Holly had had the least bit of experience, Artemis would have infuriated her then. All Holly could do was squirm a little, impatient in spite of herself, feeling like the throbbing ache between her legs would slowly drive her mad… But if she had to lose her mind, Artemis would lose his, too. "Yes," she hissed.

Chuckling quietly, Artemis continued to explore Holly's womanhood with his fingers, tracing her outer labia before moving closer to her inner folds, gently running his finger along her slit, vaguely aware of her body twisting above him. Her quiet moans and whimpers filled his ears, becoming more and more strained as he neared her center. She was so much wetter, the closer he got to her center. Because of anatomy texts, he recognized her clitoris, and knew it was the most sensitive part, but as much as he ached to touch it, he was disciplined – he always saved the best for last. Instead, a rather territorial spark flickered to life in him and Artemis moved his index finger toward her opening. He heard Holly let out a quiet cry as he gently started to push the tip of his finger in, being careful to feel for a trace of maidenhead.

Holly whimpered and moaned, closing her eyes and feeling her leg muscles tighten a bit and her toes curl. Her heart beat fast enough to feel like it was going to burst, her clit throbbing, begging, pleading… But she couldn't find the vocal capacity to do anything but whimper and try to breathe and Artemis continued to explore her, learn her. She felt the primal urge for something inside her, quite strongly, but knew she wasn't ready for it, either. The thoughts frustrated her, almost making her angry, when she suddenly felt Artemis' finger reach a little bit deeper into her.

"Artemis…" It took Holly a second to realize that she'd breathed his name, her thoughts centered on her muscles which, as they were unaccustomed to anything larger than her own occasional finger, were excruciatingly tight around his.

Artemis couldn't find the voice to respond to Holly. He had gotten his index finger, up to its second joint, into her, and all he could think of was how incredibly tight and wet and hot she was. He leaned a little closer to her and caught her scent – it was soft, feminine and sweet, alluring enough to further stir the hunger that had already been attacking him.

Holly whimpered a bit as Artemis' finger slowly moved inside her… Her hymen had barely parted for her, and as she'd expected, Artemis' finger alone was more than just a little uncomfortable. She was well aware that the 'first time' was usually, at least, a little painful and that just about every girl who didn't practice celibacy had to experience it, but still… She gripped the couch cushions, biting her lip, having an internal struggle about whether she should voice her discomfort… If she didn't ask him to stop, the pain might kill her. If she did ask him to stop, her own need would kill her. She arched her back, praying that the discomfort would pass.

Being a male virgin driven by lust, Artemis was completely unaware of the distress he was causing. Unable to quell his hunger, his thirst, any longer, he glanced up at Holly for half a second before he leant forward and experimentally flicked his tongue at her inner labia, causing Holly to cry out and silently scream as her muscles throbbed and squeezed even more tightly – almost too tightly – around his finger.

Artemis heard Holly, but he could barely concentrate. She tasted as sweet as she smelled and he suddenly felt lightheaded for a few seconds. Like a man who had abstained from tasting alcohol all his life who has just been introduced to the finest, richest brandy, he quickly felt the need for more. Feeling Holly contract around his finger again, he suddenly noticed how she was trembling out of the corner of his eye. Artemis removed his finger, but soon replaced it with his tongue, making Holly arch her back and cry out again.

Artemis gave her a long lick up her slit, prodding his tongue gently at her opening, massaging the area as it slowly worked its way back to where his finger used to be. Holly whimpered, the sensation being the most amazing thing she had ever felt, his tongue being so warm and soft, and yet so strong and able to manipulate her. She cried out again as he tasted her, reaching almost as far into her as he had with his finger, her mind going blank as waves of heat and electricity washed over her.

Anxious to continue his experimentations, Artemis removed his tongue from Holly's opening. But almost as soon as he did, he used it to taste the little bud he'd been wondering about ever since he'd looked at it. He pressed his tongue firmly against her clitoris… He heard Holly's sharp gasp of utter and complete amazement, but then he moved his tongue against her clit, and her legs quaked as a spasm shot through her body, a scream erupting from her.

Reacting without thinking, Artemis grabbed hold of Holly's legs with each of his arms to hold her still, but continued to work his tongue over her clitoris in little circles and taps. Her reactions as she twisted on the couch, her taste and her moans and screams were driving him wild with lust. Suddenly, thought sliced through his desire like a knife, and he made the decision to make her scream; make her scream as loud as she could, the way she'd made him cry out earlier.

Artemis could feel Holly's legs almost fight as she squirmed and gripped the cushions, desperately looking for something to dig her fingernails into. His tongue was making her almost sob as deep heaves of breath and cries of ecstasy tore through her throat, getting louder and more uniform, as tears ran from her tears. The intensity of what he was doing to her was overwhelming, making almost hurt because it felt so good. She was writhing, almost flailing against him, as if she wanted to escape… But he'd never let her escape him before, and this time would be no different. They both knew that Holly wasn't going anywhere, that she wasn't going to squirm away or do anything but let Artemis Fowl have his way with her.

Holding Holly in place by positioning his weight on his forearms and pinning her legs down with them, Artemis moved his tongue away from her clit to taste her opening again. He used his thumb and forefinger of his right hand to work her clit, as he used his tongue to move inside her, the way he would, sometime in the future. Holly whimpered at the sensation – being new to this, Artemis was also a little rough, and while it almost hurt to have her clit toyed with so mercilessly, she loved it, especially with the added benefits of it freeing his tongue to fill her with the most indescribably satisfying feeling she'd ever felt. Her own burning between her legs felt so intense, enough to throb with her heartbeat, her little bud of a clit every bit as hard as he had ever been, a mere touch almost making her scream…

Artemis needed to satiate his mental hunger; he needed to push Holly over the edge the same she had done to him. He tongue moved faster, its rhythm increasing in tempo, even pushing further inside her with its force, invoking a gasp from her. His fingers are almost brutal in their treatment of her clit, but he's beyond noticing, focused solely on the goal of making her come.

"A-Artemis…" Unable to form any other words, Holly moaned, a pleading, lustful quality almost turning it into a soft growl. She felt the intensity of her heat increase and shrink, felt herself throb around his tongue. She recognized what was about to happen and the thought made her toes curl. "Artemis… You… You're…" She didn't know what she was trying to say. She trembled with pleasure as he continued his ministrations and she felt her orgasm building, deep and feeling her internal muscles throbbing at least as hard as her clit, showing Artemis without words, just how tight, warm and wet she could be…

Just when Holly inched near her orgasm, almost, but not quite there, the heat inside her building to excruciating levels, Artemis removed his tongue and fingers away from her. But Holly had barely a second to realize the absence, before his lips once again found her clit and he none-too-gently plunged his index finger, to the knuckle, inside her.

Her mind went blank and Holly screamed at the sudden intrusion and the sensation of his lips against her clit, her body almost jerking off the couch as the orgasm tore through her small body. She felt like she was drowning – screaming and gasping for breath, all thoughts disappearing under an ocean of pleasure, a million sensors going off in her brain, sending a chaotic symphony of emotions rushing through her.

Artemis caught some of her watery discharge on his tongue, some of it getting on his chin when he sat up to get a good look at her. He'd seen Holly at her best and her worst – he'd seen her happy and exuberant, crushed and tearful, brutal and vindictive, calm and forgiving… But he had never seen her in a moment where she didn't look stunning, and this – this topped every level of fierce beauty that the fairy had ever displayed. Her short hair was splayed around her head like a fiery halo and her skin, gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, shone like gold. Holly had always looked like a mythological creature, who had stepped out of the dreams of the most inspired artists of history, but when she finally opened her blue and hazel eyes and met his gaze, she looked like nothing less than a goddess. A goddess who had never been seen or envisioned by anyone other than him. His own, personal goddess who he planned to worship for a very long time.

Holly blinked, trying to snap out of her daze, and she managed a soft, tired smile at the young man above her. Artemis grinned and leaned down, slipping his arms under her back and pulling her against him. "So?" he asked.

Holly laughed, quietly, wrapping her arms around Artemis' neck. "So," she said.

"How do you feel?" Artemis asked, kissing the lobe of Holly's ear.

"Mmm," Holly mumbled, burying her face into Artemis shirt. "A little cold, actually." She couldn't help but smile when she felt him kiss the side of her head.

Artemis pulled away from her a little to look her in the eyes. "What do you want to do now?" he asked, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Holly frowned, puzzled at the casual question. The top of her ears tingled with a not-entirely unpleasant feeling and she straightened a little. "What do you mean 'what do I want to do now?'" she asked, carefully. Artemis' only response was to hold her tighter against him, making her gasp when he kissed her. "Artemis…" she groaned when they broke it off. "Please tell me that's a pen in your pocket."

Fin… For now, at least.

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A/n

People might be wondering why this took so long… Yeah, truthishly, I have no idea. But I'm back now. With a vengeance. Growl.

Special thanks to LycanNoir (formerly known as Bohemian Neko) and the amazing Kit Heart for betaing (is that a word?).

Who wants a sequel? If enough people ask me, in a review, that they want a sequel… I aim to please.

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