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The first time they banged, it was a mere accident.
Well, ‘accident’ is putting it lightly. After smoking weed which was probably laced with something, Charlie felt too confined in his clothes, which in turn caused Artemis to feel claustrophobic, which ultimately lead to the two of them banging the coffee table in his apartment.
The second time it happened was more deliberate, but even then, that’s also putting it lightly.
It was born out of sheer boredom and frustration with the fact that the two of them were coming down early from the paint they huffed prior.
When it happened a third time, there was some normal preamble before any bleached assholes or dicks were seen.
“We always do weird shit whenever we’re high together,” Charlie began, absentmindedly picking at his nail.
“Maybe we bring out the best in each other,” Artemis replied, grinning at him. “It’s fun to see you root around inside me like a deranged molerat.”
Charlie looked away from her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed.
“I-I mean it’s weird! You don’t think it’s weird?” “Whenever we huff paint or get drunk, you somehow get on top of me. It’s like one of those aphro- aphro-something, somethings.”
“Aphrodisiacs,” Artemis corrected. Swirling the tepid liquor in her glass, she gave a small hum as she shrugged. “I dunno, I kinda like our little rendevous. You know all the best places to bang.”
“Those aren’t my banging places. Besides, what does Frank think about all... This?” He gestures between them, nervously glancing towards the door of the bar, as if Frank would burst in at any given moment.
“Who cares what Frank thinks? He knows I’m a free spirit that can’t be tamed. Plus, he wouldn’t dream of looking for another person to eat his ass like a turkey sandwich. I’m his number one for rimjobs, foodplay, and--”
“Enough! I don’t want to hear about what you get up to with Frank inside dumpsters or in the back of your car.”
“So what’s the problem, then?”
“It just... I barely remember the times that we actually did it, you know?"
“What is this, high school?” Artemis narrowed her eyes, giving him a skeptical look.
“No, I dunno, I guess I don’t remember the last time I felt good. But all I know is that whenever I wake up beside you, I feel... Safe? Like I know what’s going to happen next instead of being dropped off in the middle of nowhere to fend for myself. The whole banging itself is a blur, but it’s the after part I look forward to.”
“Then why don’t we just skip to the after part?”
“And miss out on the supposed sex?” Charlie looked over at her, incredulous.
“Well, how ‘bout this,” Artemis walked closer to him, wrapping her arm around his waist. “Come over to my place later, let’s have a drink and see what happens, alright?”
Giving a shy smile, Charlie looked down at her hand, which was currently gripping his side. “Yeah, okay. Yeah.”