AN: Just finished rereading the entire Artemis Fowl series, and reading the new book the Atlantis complex in the past couple of days and I like many other people who write ff for this series think the whole Artemis Holly thing needs to be explored further ;) this is only my second fic, the other being a House story, so I'd like reviews. Pretty please? As a last note I don't own any piece of the Fowl franchise, if I did they would be under adult fiction instead of junior ;) enjoy!
p.s thoughts are in italics.
Chapter 1: Thoughts and desires
It had all started with that damned kiss Artemis thought. Everything in my life I had understood, I had a plan for, but this this was something I didn't know how to deal with. This was uncharted territory. She had kissed him, SHE kissed HIM! He still didn't know what to think, she kissed him, he revealed his deception to her, he had made up for it with the call to the deceased Root, kicked some fairy ass, but now he didn't know quite where he stood with his favourite fairy. He knew they were on good terms, the call with Root had helped him in the right direction, but what direction do I want this to be going? The thought struck the boy, really a teen now; he cursed his damned hormones always complicating things.
After the kiss a whole new world was opened up to him, should he choose that path, he had always held an admiration for Holly, but the kiss had made him realise some things, things he wasn't even comfortable thinking about. Yet the thoughts haunted him, he couldn't really keep his mind of her. The little things would bring her to his consciousness, he would catch himself staring in the fireplace thinking, that colour of the flame is the exact shade of her hair. Or the wood paneling in his study was the same hue as her skin, then his thoughts would drift to her skin, I wonder if it's as soft as it looks, then his mind would conjure up images of Holly in just her skin, which would cause him to abruptly make himself stop thinking about such things.
He was beginning to feel an emotion that he wasn't very familiar with, guilt, what if she knew I was thinking about her this way? She would be furious! Or would she? The thought whispered its way into his subconscious. He dismissed it immediately, but she had been the one who initiated the kiss, now he was confused and frustrated. His dreams of late were filled with what ifs, some of which caused him to have to hastily launder his sheets before anyone else woke. This embarrassed and frustrated him more.
If I only knew what she was thinking! She definitely didn't reveal anything when they talked over the communicator she had given him. Always friendly never anything but courteous, but he felt himself drawn to her, calling her when it wasn't always necessary just to hear her voice. He cursed his hormones again as his subconscious projected her voice in his head, her saying his name, but not in the regular friendly way, more in a moan, or a whisper, or begging him to... He had to adjust his seating position, his pants seeming a tad to tight, and for the millionth time today cursed puberty to hell.
Holly found her thoughts drawn to the mud boy again and swore. Though mud boy hardly described the always impeccably dressed and spotless Teen. She asked herself for the millionth time why did I kiss him? Was it just my younger wilder emotions or was it something deeper? She shouldn't be thinking about why she kissed him then, she should be thinking about whether she wanted to kiss him now. No wait no! No kissing whatsoever! She tried and failed to return her thoughts to the paperwork she was supposed to be filling out, hmm filling out, Artemis sure was filling out, growing up into a man... D'arvit!
No matter what she did her thoughts returned to him, she would find herself staring into space for hours, then cursing and trying to distract herself. Her rational mind told her it would never work, they were two different species, for gods sake he was twice as big as her! I wonder how big... D'arvit! Every time she tried to rationalize something her damned libido got in the way. She would wake up at night covered in sweat his name on her lips, her skin craving his touch, wishing nothing more than to return to that dream. She tried to rationalize again, he doesn't think about you that way, but then again he was calling her more often, always having an excuse though, so she couldn't be certain if he did just really want to talk to her or not. She decided I'm going to find out once and for all. I'll be damned if I have to spend another night alone wondering what if.
She decided to call him. She made up some excuse for going of course; she said she wanted to give Juliet some gnome wrestling tapes. He'd seemed almost eager when he asked when she would be coming, and how long she would be staying. She felt a glimmer of hope at this, but it was immediately squashed by his quick rationality, should he get Butler to make up a guest room? She agreed that yes this would be best as she was planning on completing the ritual while she was there. They chatted amiably for a while then hung up, saying see you tomorrow. She was already counting down the hours, if only she knew that hundreds of miles away on the surface Artemis was too.