DISCLAIM-A-MA-BOBER: If I owned Artemis Fowl, it would never have been published. But it was. So put that in your acorn and plant it!!!
A/N: There's like no R/H smut. I'm an effing pioneer. There isn't an excuse for this, but, it came to me, in SS class, so I wanted to write it. It was formulating all day. So, my useless with knowledge (I already know the Louisiana Purchase), I give you this story. I'm writing at home because my stupid locker wouldn't give me my notebook. DX. X and D are my favorite letters XD. /*\ is my favorite emoticon. Its a dude on a ladder. I'm babbling now. Read on!!! (Note: Pre-Artemis Fowl)
"Short! Get in here!" Commander Root screamed from his office to his Captain. Captain Short's head flew up at her name and she rushed down the hall to his office.
"Ooh!"'s followed her she made down the long hallway.
"Hello Sir," she said, breathless at the walk.
"Captain Short, you've been a bit of a bad girl today. And yesterday. What have you to say for yourself?" he growled from his seat.
"I'm so sorry Commander!" she cried, faking it. She had missed some paper work. So what?
"Yes, you should be," he agreed, walking to her. "How do you plan to repay me?" he growled the question to her, a hand at the nape of her neck.
"However you want!" she gasped out.
"Good girl. You're doing very well, little Holly, very good," he teased her neck, rubbing his cold fingers in little circles. She repressed a moan at the caress.
Root leaned in and kissed her quietly, hidden out of sight of the door's window. Holly kissed back, though she was horribly aroused by their present arrangement of a more casual relationship, but she still loved the romantic moments they had together, where time stood still and they hadn't a worry of prudence of their relationship.
Roots hands wandered down the back of her suit and unzipped it from the back, and pulled it down. Holly shuddered at the sudden cold.
"Its OK, no one can see but me," Julius muttered kindly, working his own suit. When it was gone, he shuddered himself and conceded to, "D'arvit its cold."
He wandered to the heater and turned it up, instantly creating a inferno.
"Mm, better," said Root, looking at Holly, to see if she was done shivering, as she wasn't he continued, "Where were we?" he asked rhetorically as he walked up and kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss.
Root backed up so Holly's lower back thumped his desk. She winced. "You OK?" he asked, pulling back to lift her onto his desk. He had cleared it earlier.
"Yeah, I'm good. I could be better though . . ." she said sensually, kissing him again. He moaned. She wrapped her legs around his torso and started kissing his neck.
"Gods, Holy," he said, as she reached his shoulder and started sucking a bit. He reached for her bra and clipped it off.
Holly moaned a bit as it fell to the floor and Root began to rub her bare breasts. She moved to remove his boxers, as her female ones were removed.
As they were properly dressed in the appropriate attire (appropriate attire, being none) Root began to thrust into her tight space. They swore at the same time, at the first thrust. The he went in again, and names were called. Time after time an array of colorful words were said, swears, names and callings to more gods then they could remember at this point.
Because Holly began to twitch further on Root. She whisper screamed as she came, and that through Root over the edge and he came simultaneously, landing next to her on his sweaty, wet desk.
After breath was caught, Holly said "Is that all, Sir?" fully dressed and once again, businesslike and he boss had the need to take her again.
"For now, Short. Now get to work!" he said and she slipped through the door, shielding root from any eyes that may have glanced inside.
Root then redressed and peeled the paper from Foaly's camera, a wide smile on his face and scraped the fairy gum from the receiving speakers. Not much made root smile- Holly was at the top of the list and foiling the foil-wearing centaur was high up. He had both in as many minutes and he was ecstatic. He laughed once and down to do some paper work.
Holly, on the other hand, slunk out of his office and casually made her way down the corridor to her closet with a desk- she meant office.
"Holly, you just went to hell and back, whats up?" asked Trouble spinning from his own cage- he meant office.
"Well, a lot is up not mush to make me happy. Mud men, oil, dirt and filth, pollution and worse, paperwork. But I'm having a great day," better then he knows, she thought and continued with, "Root couldn't bring me down," if he tried! she finished in her mind and omitted from giggling.
He must have seen that in her eyes. "Fine, but if you start talking about how stupendous your hand is, I'm getting the medical warlocks."
She laughed loud, "Yes sir, Mr. On-Drug-Patrol, but I warn you: I like to say no!" she walked away giggling and Trouble chuckled himself. Holly was being ridiculous, but she was funny. He wheeled himself back into his shoebox- he meant office.
Holly sat in her in her hollow Rubik's Cube with a door- she still means office- and instead of working on her necessary and treacherously tall stack of paper wok, she plotted her next move on Root. She smiled, and this time, couldn't hold back giggles. She'd have to remember this for next week!
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