There was something about Marcus' bad boy sort of attitude that Artemis found absolutely thrilling and exciting, however misleading it could be. She may have known him better, seen his soft side, but hearing him agree that he wasn't fond of rules made a sly grin creep up her lips and her whole body contract forward, grasping eagerly at his. They were sure as hell breaking a good dozen of rules being so intimately together in the middle of the training room, exposed and vulnerable - if anyone walked in on them, they could consider it their death sentence. Yet it only seemed to add to the thrill that involved them. Artemis would have been a fool to say the thought of being seen didn't bother her a bit - it was only her second proper time having sex, and however uninhibited she might have been, she surely wasn't fond of the idea of it ending with the interruption of a peacekeeper. She imagined Marcus would have been feeling more comfortable about it, he was more experienced, after all. Yet the rose and warmth from his cheeks told her otherwise. He was coy and adorable, but still managed to tease her with the kisses he pressed against her arched neck, and to please her with his restless fingers. "That sounds better," she let out, in a whisper. Artemis didn't honestly think that he'd simply leave her behind like that, just to torture her - it would be cruel, and totally unlike Marcus. As he thrusted a second finger into her, she gasped. It didn't exactly hurt, but her folds were still getting used to his roughness, her muscles still relaxing around his fingers. Whichever discomfort she felt soon vanished, though, giving place to his pleasant thrusting. His ruthless kisses against her jawline got her humming in anticipation, and she just wanted him all at once. She was glad to hear him agree to sleep in her bed. As far as she could choose, they'd do so every night, from then on - their every second together was precious. And, then, out of the public eye, they could have a more lasting, more intimate version of what was about to succeed. She smiled thoughtlessly as Marcus nipped onto her lip, pulling away from his nip teasingly. She stroked his cock as ruthlessly as his fingers would fuck her, eventually letting her fingers trace their way inside his shorts. Feeling Marcus' warmth in her hand, she grinned in anticipation, and hearing him plead, almost beg for her only made her more anxious to have him inside of her. "Are you begging, love?" She chuckled, meeting his eyes with hers. She was probably being silly, because she really didn't mind it at all. He could beg all he wanted - she couldn't wait for him to fuck her, anyway.
His sudden reaction to her strokes got her more willing to please him. His veins pulsated, and her movements became more and more urgent against his hardness. It was empowering to see him react in such way to the things she did to him, and she smiled as he spoke her name in a gasp. "Yes?" she asked teasingly, hustling her movements and tightening her grip with each stroke, only to suddenly stop. She didn't want him coming too soon, after all - not before she had him inside of her, at least. Her free hands found their way under his shirt, instead, pulling him towards her eagerly, kissing him hungrily, desperately, their tongues dancing inside their mouths. Artemis was glad to find that he seemed as hungry as herself. The danger involving the situation made her anxious to get it done, already. She didn't mind how quick it would have to be, she knew Marcus could have her coming soon and just thinking of it, thinking of having pleasure take over her every cell as it had, the night before, had her once again fumbling at him, trying to take hold of his cock. Before she could reach it, though, he already had it outside his shorts. A sly grin crept up her lips. Making sure no one was around, Artie quickly looked behind her shoulder, to find what she was expecting: an empty training room, packed with nothing but a bunch of weapons. She'd know it if there was someone nearby. Artemis was a trained killer, a hunter by nature - any unusual sound would startle her and, right then, she was convinced she could kill whoever distrubed them. "Yeah, come on," she hurried him and, before she could bring herself to realize, he'd already pushed her shorts aside and shoved his full lenght inside of her. She immediately spread her legs apart as wide as she could, letting out a hum louder than she wished. "Fuck," she muttered, suddenly feeling so very filled. Before any of them moved, a long moment went by, during which Marcus only stared at their bond, their faces so close she could feel his breath caressing her cheek, his lips brushing against hers softly. When their eyes finally met again, his smile came off as an almost apologetic one. Hers, on the other hand, was wide. His nuances of shyness and boldness were so adorable to watch. They made Artemis sure that nobody else had ever been with him like she was. The girl pulled onto his neck to kiss him, in a mixture of gentleness and urgency, grasping tightly at his hair. "You better," she muttered against his lips, swollen from kissing, and proceeded to wrap her legs around his own. Slowly, Artemis motioned her hips back and forward, feeling his cock's friction agains her wetness, spreading goosebumps across every inch of her skin. It was impossible not to smile. She'd been waiting for that feeling for far too long, and having it once again made her look forward to more.
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