Pairing: Kaldur/Artemis
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~1,000

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She wonders if she still would've shown up to Kaldur's quarters tonight had she known that this would've been the outcome.

Well, no. That's a lie. She knows she still would have.

She just thinks that somewhere between all of this, she's supposed to feel guilty. After all, she has a boyfriend, and really, really good one at that. They walked away from this life so that they could share a simple, normal one together in college. It seemed like it was the first time, ever,that she felt truly loved and safe and taken care of. She was happy.

And she still jumped on the first chance she got to leave all of that and put on the mask again, just like how tonight, she jumped at the first chance she got to…

She's a horrible person.

She's a horrible, horrible person.

"Artemis…"

It's barely above a whisper, but of course she still hears it, sucks down a little harder in response.

Kaldur grips the edge of the mattress, murmuring something she can't understand as she swirls around him, sucks down harder again. He jerks his hips just a little. She can tell he's trying to hold back. From what, she doesn't know, but it kind of upsets her because she doesn't want him to.

So she gets up, sets a hand on his shoulder and knee against the mattress for balance as she grasps him with her other hand, squeezing lightly. "Kaldur," she breathes, right by his ear, and slides her fingers up and down his length in a way she knows is too slow. She thinks she hears him curse as he pushes his hips again, but she could just be imagining things. "Kiss me," she tells him, and he groans almost in defeat, pushes his fingers into her hair and kisses her, hard, as she continues to stroke him through his orgasm.

When he's calmed down a little more, she kisses his cheek gently, walks into his bathroom to wash her hands. She wets a towel with warm water and brings it out for him, lies across his mattress on her side with her back to him as he cleans himself off.

"Artemis," he says.

"Don't." She almost laughs. "I know I'm going to hell."

"Then at least I will know someone there," he exhales, and this time she does laugh, just a little, and turns to see if he's being serious. She can tell part of him is, but there's a smile on his face. Then he says, "Allow me to return the favor," and she stops laughing so suddenly that it would've been comical, had it been any other situation.

"Kaldur… We shouldn't."

It's the most hypocritical excuse, ever, especially coming from her, but the second he offered to get her off, too, she got this warmth between her legs and she's trying so hard to remember that she still has a boyfriend who's one of Kaldur's best friends and it's just wrong.

But then she's rolling onto her back, closing her eyes when his hand falls over her hip and slides up her side, finding the zipper of her costume.

He takes his time removing everything until she's beneath him with her legs parted and the front of her panties completely soaked, these slightly uneven breaths coming out of her mouth as he's sliding his lips down her skin. Then he's pushing her panties down her legs, tossing them aside, and she swallows a cry when he licks up her slick folds.

He presses his palm against her thigh, spreads her legs wider and rolls his tongue over her. She grasps the comforter tightly between her fingers when he pushes his tongue into her, swiping his thumb over her clit and making her hips snap up. He draws his tongue up and flattens it against her, and she's trying not to make any sound. There are these barely there moans and broken pants in time with his thrusting, and there are tears in her eyes because this is the first time since Wally that someone other than herself has gotten her off.

She comes with his tongue moving over her clit, and he continues lapping at her folds until she feels the pleasure building up again and she gently pushes his head from her. She needs to come again, but she doesn't want it to be in this way.

"Kaldur," she breathes.

And it's like he somehow knows what she's thinking, because he pulls himself over her without having to be told much else. She pushes his boxers from his hips, runs her tongue against the roof of her mouth in anticipation as he's shifting to take his boxers off and toss them aside.

She feels him against her entrance and she practically moans his name and then bites her lower lip, hard, when he rolls his hips and sinks into her. Then he thrusts into her entirely and suddenly and she lets out a cry. He presses his lips to hers as her moans begin to get a little louder, probably to keep her quiet because even if the entire ship suspects there's something going on between them, they don't need everyone hearing all of it. He angles his hips and grazes her spot, making her roll her hips against his in response, bringing him deeper. He continues to thrust at this angle, making her gasp every time he hits her spot.

She's crying now. She hadn't even realized just how much she'd been holding back—not just physically, but emotionally, too—and it wouldn't surprise her if Kaldur did this with the intention of helping her relieve some of her frustrations.

She loves him for it.

He kisses her when she comes, and then harder as he's climaxing, and she rubs her fingers absently over his shaved head as she's trying to steady her breathing. She thinks (knows) they should talk about it, the fact that they said names other than each other's during their orgasms.

But instead, he asks her if she's willing to do it again and no more than a minute later, she's rolling him onto his back and grinding her hips down onto his.