Chapter 48

Initiation Devistation

A/N:

Woo-hoo! THis is going to be the first day in Haven. Let's see how it really goes.

Holly's POV:

Dear Diary,

I have to stop waking up like this. It is currently 2:46 a.m. and I just woke up from another Arty dream. To make it worse, he is right down the hall and I can almost feel his prescence in here with me.

THat thought made me blush. Ugh, the dream. It started out simply enough with me lying in bed. Strangely enough, my bedroom door was actually closed for once. I was still just lying there, half considering getting up when the knob began to turn slowly. Most people would have felt some sense of ... apprehension, to say the least, but I didn't. No, I felt comfortable and not just because of the bed. It's hard to explain, but I'd say it was like sipping a warm mug of cocoa. The warmth of the outside of the mug radiates and heats your frigid hands.

Anyway, the door slowly opened and a tall figure entered. "Hello Holly," Artemis said from his position at the door.

"Hey Artemis. What are you doing up at this unfrondly hour?" And I pretended like it was just a casual occurence. Like I wasn't completely bothered by the fact that Artemis Fowl wasn't in my room.

"I could not sleep," he shrugged which was a very unusual move for the usually reserved male. "It seems to me that you have the same problem."

"Yes. I do."

"Perhaps you'd like some company?" Once again, something that doesn't sound quite like Arty. He's usually the type to just do whatever he wants to.

"Depends on who it is," I smiled.

"Then absolutely," I smirked. As if I could ever not allow Artemis to do something. Knowing him, he would just do it anyway.

Artemis smirked as he came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. When he was at the door, I couldn't see him but now I could tell that his silk pajamas were a deep crimson color. Ah, apparently red has replaced blue as one of his favorite color.

"You look uncomfortable," I whispered.

"No, I assure you that I'm fine," he whispered back.

"Don't be stupid. At least lie down," I ordered. Ugh, Artemis could be so annoyingly frustrating at times. Could he not just lie down like a normal person? Though normal and Arty don't go together at all.

I coudn't see very well, but I could see the blush that was glowing on Arty's face. "Artemis Fowl. Don't make me get up and drag your sorry butt down here," I threatened. He looked somewhat surprised by my words, but handled it with his usual aplomb.

"Well, I woudn't want that to happen," he chuckled and laid down beside me. For some reason I was on a bed that was large enough for us to share. So it was just large enough for us to lie side by side, but we still had to cuddle up closer that what was normal.

"There isn't that better?" I whispered.

"Quite," he replied in a whisper.

"Why are we whispering?" I asked when I realized that we had been whispering the whole time. Strange. Just like the two of us.

Artemis chuckled dryly. As usual, he knew something that I did not. "Psychologically, your subconscous is telling you that you're in a situation that requires quiet or silence."

"Of course. You'd know. Do you also know what a rhetorical question is?"

"Obviously, I am a genius after all," he said stifling a yawn. Until that moment, I hadn't realized how exhausted he was.

"You should go to sleep," I said worriedly. He looked too tired. The dark and deep bags that were forming under his eyes and the slight slump to his posture... he was going keel over in a minute or so.

"Perhaps you are right," he mumbled, letting me know how tired he really was. Frond knows that he's not one to give up easily. Then, he did one of the dumbest things that I've ever seen him do. He tried to stand up.

"You won't make it to your room, you idiot," I chastised, and it was probably the first time that I had ever found a real reason to call him an idiot. "Just sleep here."

"Holly. Sleeping with you is not a very intelligent idea. I'm quite able to walk to my room," he slurred almost like he had been drinking something. However, I knew better than that. As far as I knew the small Irish boy had never drunk anything alcoholic. Though on the other hand... he is Irish. (no offense!)

"Well yeah. When you say it like that then it does sound bad. But we're just sleeping, right?" He didn't say anything. "Right, Arty?" I demanded, feeling worried I turned over and actually looked at him. I couldn't believe it. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply and easily. ARtemis was sleeping. Even his loud protestations couldn't keep him awake. Ugh, only teenagers can go to sleep like that . Though, he would always deny that e was normal in any way, shape, or form.

I scooted Arty over carefully so that he was sharing the pillow and his legs were placed into a comfortable position. Then, I laid down so that I was facing him and could also feel comfortable. Artemis... he looked so different. So... young. All of the lines were smoothed from his face and he breathed deeply and easily pushing the air out with a slight puff. His hair was slightly flopping into his closed eyes, and his pace skin seemed so fair in faint light.

I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes and prepared to go to sleep. "Holly," Artemis cried as he threw his arms around me.

Needless to say, my eyes flew open. Artemis was holding me. I was laying in his arms albiet somewhat awkwarkdly. In fact, we were basically cuddling, and it really surprised me. Not because Artemis was a cuddler, but because I wasn't moving away.

I should have jumped back, but I couldn't There was some part of me that wouldn't let me roll away from Arty. As much as I hated to admit it I felt... good. He was so warm and his arms felt so strong around me that there was no way that I could move. Besides, the bed didn't have that much room in the first place.

I laid there and just looked at his face some more. I felt a tingling sensation in my hand. i had the overwhelming need to touch his face. I had no desire to wake him... but what other chance would I get? I slowly brought my hand up to his face. I gently caressed his cheek. It was soft and perfect like velvet. It's funny. He's a teenager at the peak of puberty, but I can't even imagine him with a pimple or blemish at all.

My hand made its way down to his lips. The pale, slightly open lips seemed to be whispering my name. I shuddered lightly and tried to block out the thoughts that were begging to be acknowledged. "Good- night, Arty," I murmered.

A slight smile curved upon his lips. It was almost like he could hear me. But even he wasn't that good. Or was he? "Arty? Are you awake? And there was no reply. Not that I had expected there to be.

I closed my eyes. The only thing that I could see was his lips in my mind. Ugh, I tried to keep it out, but there it was. I couldn't distance myself from said thoughts.

"Holly," he whimpered. It was my name. He was dreaming about me. I rolled back to face him. He looked so...vulnerable. There was something about him that I couldn't resist. That's why I did it. It's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The next thing that I did was lean in and gently kiss his soft lips. They were sweet and almost fruit-flavored. The perfect red texture and taste. Yum. I leaned in for another peck which was just as good if not better than before. I was just about to straighten up and return to my senses when my lips wwere violently assaulted.

The man beside me was indeed awake. His arms were gluing me to him, and his lips were teasing mine. His skill was proficient as lips moved together in their own dance. His hand was exploring in my body and I was doing the same. His body was surprisingly strong and firm in places that I had not expected it to be. And his tongue... exquisite.

We kept at it until we were finally both gasping for air. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked with a smirk, which caused me to blush crimson. How was I going to explain this. 'Gee Arty sorry. I just sort of fell unto your lips. I'll try not to next time.' Yeah. That would have went well.

"Just felt like it, I guess," I murmered embarrassedly.

"If only I could wake up like that every day," he smirked. Humor. Arty's way of handling everything. And this time, I was actually very thankful for it. After all, he could be making snarky comments that would come back to bite me later.

"You should be so lucky."

"Hopefully after tonight, I will be," he smirked cockily. Cocky. Arty. The two are practically synonyms.

"We'll see," I grinned. After all, there's nothing that I love more than a good, solid challenge which is what Arty was going to provide in this case.

"We will. Though, know that I am prepared to be annoyingly determined."

"I've noticed," I replied, enjoying the challenge.

He smirked as he leaned in and gently kissed my lips. I kissed him back before breaking it off and turning away from him. He couldn't have all of my attention at one time, after all. "Good-night," he said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he laid back down. Ugh, this boy and his pride and confidence.

I smiled to myself. "Good-night."

And then I woke up. It was quite a dream, even for me. As much as I hate to admit it, I've been having a lot of dreams about Arty over the last few months. It's so annoying. It doesn't mean anything, right? Yet at the same time, this is the first dream where I initiated the touching and the emotional closeness. Usually, dream Arty is the one to kiss me, hold me, and tell me that he loved me. What does this mean? Ugh, dreams. Who do they have to be so confusing?

I hate to admit it, but I'm not going to figure this out tonight. There's no way, I'm running on almost no energy, and I have to get up early. In a few hours rather. I'm going to go to bed. Again.

Good-night. Until next time.

-Holly.

A/N:

Whoo-hoo! Another Chapter down. I'm so sorry, but I can't update all that often with my AP classes, band stuff, and lack of working computer. So, be patient, I haven't abandoned anything, and don't plan on it.

Okay, so I hoped you enjoyed that one. I plan on updating soon. Note that this is my main focus at the moment and that I have a ton of stuff all ready written for it. Yes, the Haven parts are almost done at the moment.

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