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Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, I just borrow them and torture them.
A/N: I got the title because I was looking for another word for drunk, and my computer thesaurus said “Under The Influence.” One of those ideas that come to you, and you just feel like writing it. It’s a little smutty, but it won’t go into details, I promise. Please review.
Under The Influence
Holly, Artemis and Butler returned to Fowl Manor feeling depressed and tired. Artemis flopped down on one of the couches, and opposite him, Holly did the same. After sitting in silence Butler spoke up.
‘Would either of you like a drink?’
‘Yes please,’ said Holly, putting a hand over her eyes.
‘Tea? Coffee?’
‘Do you have anything stronger?’ Holly asked, scratching her head.
Butler looked taken aback. ‘We have wine, vodka, champagne. Perhaps a gin and tonic?’
‘Wine,’ she replied sitting up a little.
Artemis looked at her. ‘You’re not meant to drink alcohol with Mud Men.’
‘I can drink what I want with who I want,’ Holly said. ‘They can’t stop me.’
Butler nodded. ‘Artemis? Anything for you?’
‘I’ll have the same,’ Artemis said. He liked wine, he enjoyed the taste.
Butler left the room and returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Holly eagerly snatched hers up, poured them both generous amounts and drained her glass in one.
Artemis stared at her, wide eyed. ‘Do you often do this?’
‘Whenever I feel depressed, yes,’ said Holly, pouring herself a second glass. ‘It’s soothing, but now I have someone to drink with.’ She gave him a slightly wobbly grin and raised her glass. ‘Cheers,’ she said.
‘Cheers,’ Artemis replied, clinking glasses with her. Holly drained her glass again and hiccupped.
‘You know,’ she said, her words slightly slurred, ‘Julius was like a father to me. And he’s dead now.’
Only on his second glass of the evening, Artemis nodded, uncertain of what to expect.
‘My real dad was in the LEP too,’ she continued, sipping her wine. ‘He died in an accident. I was never really sure what happened, but it really sucks that he’s dead. He would have liked Julius, but he’s dead too.’ Suddenly she giggled. ‘Hey, maybe they’ll meet up in heaven?’ she giggled harder.
‘Yes,’ said Artemis, ‘that would be amusing. Holly, I think you’ve had enough to drink.’
‘Nonsense!’ she drained her glass, and poured herself another, as if to prove a point. ‘I’m still sober!’ Artemis had to note that her hand was fairly steady as she raised the glass to her lips.
‘I still think you should stop drinking,’ Artemis said, reaching out for the bottle, which was half empty. Holly tightened her grip on the neck of the bottle.
‘No, just a few more, I’m not driving home tonight, Arty.’ She giggled, for reasons unknown.
Knowing he would regret this, Artemis released the bottle and sipped at his own wine.
‘That’s it, Holly,’ Artemis said, tugging the bottle away from her before she could react. ‘No more. You’re going to have a huge headache in the morning.’
Holly pouted. ‘Please? Just one more?’
‘No,’ he said forcefully. ‘That’s what you said two glasses ago. You can finish that one and then go to bed.’
Holly drained the glass and wiped the back of her mouth. She stood from the table and stumbled to the door. Artemis walked over to her.
‘Do you need a hand?’ he asked.
‘No,’ Holly started up the stairs, wobbling slightly but, granted, in a straight line. She tripped over one of the stairs and fell about laughing.
Artemis caught her arm. ‘Let me help you to your room.’ He felt ridiculous, like he was a butler or maid. Holly gave in and allowed herself to be escorted to her room.
Artemis left her at the door, and as he retreated to his own bedroom he saw Holly waving to him.
‘Nighty night, Arty. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!’
Artemis sat up, blinking. Holly was wearing a semi-transparent EXTREMELY short nightgown, and was chewing her lip.
‘Holly, what-’ Artemis began, but he couldn’t finish, for Holly was suddenly straddling him and she had her tongue in his mouth.
Artemis pulled away the best he could. ‘Holly, you’re drunk.’
‘That doesn’t matter, does it?’ she said as she started unbuttoning his shirt. ‘I’ve been told I’m better when I’m drunk. When was the last time you got laid?’
‘Holly, I’m fourteen. Now get off me.’ Artemis tried to push her off, but was surprised that he couldn’t.
‘Holly!’ she had started tugging at his pants. She looked at him and pouted.
‘Don’t you want me?’ she asked.
‘Yes,’ said Artemis, but when he saw her face he changed his mind. ‘I mean, no. Well, maybe, but not like this!’
‘Why not like this?’
‘Because you’re drunk, and I don’t want to take advantage of you.’
‘You’re not taking advantage of me.’
‘You could say that, and I would agree with you. I’m the one being taken advantage of here,’ Artemis said, squirming slightly. To his extreme discomfort, his hips ground against hers.
Holly looked at him with a triumphant look on her face. ‘You do want me!’ she grinned and pulled his shirt off.
Artemis shut his eyes and begged that this was a bad dream, that he had already fallen asleep and was having a nightmare. You have to feel sorry for him.
Above him, Holly was tracing circles on his chest. Her every touch made him tremble, and when she moved her hands to his lower regions he gasped out loud.
‘Holly, stop that right now!’
Her head snapped up.
‘You can’t tell me that you don’t want this,’ she said.
‘I’m telling you now,’ Artemis attempted to wriggle out from underneath her, but to no avail.
Artemis’ shirt lay discarded on the floor, and Holly unbuckled his belt.
‘Holly, I’m telling you to stop right now,’ Artemis gritted his teeth. Why on Earth can’t I push her off? he thought desperately.
Holly sighed and pulled his belt off.
‘I’m sorry about this,’ she said, and bound his wrists with it. ‘But you’re squirming too much, it’ll be uncomfortable for me.’
‘For you?’ Artemis asked incredulously. ‘What about me? I’m a minor, Holly, it’s against the law for you to do this.’
‘You told me you wanted me,’ Said Holly’ pausing with what she was doing to look at him. ‘Isn’t that all that matters?’
‘I’ve changed my mind,’ Artemis said, tugging at the garment preventing him from using his hands. ‘I don’t want you.’
Holly looked unhappy, and for a moment Artemis was pitiful, before his common sense returned.
‘Please?’ she asked sadly.
‘No,’ Artemis replied firmly.
Then Holly’s hand moved and Artemis found himself moaning.
Holly smiled and Artemis felt like slapping himself, had his hands not been tied.
Her hand moved again and Artemis clenched his eyes shut, willing himself not to speak. He didn’t need to, because Holly’s tongue was in his mouth again, then she was dropping kisses along his chest. As much as Artemis hated to admit it, the experience was rather exhilarating.
But then Holly tugged his pants off and it got worse.
‘Holly,’ Artemis said seriously, ‘I don’t want you to do this.’
‘Then why were you kissing me back before?’
‘Because...’ Artemis drifted off. Why had he?
‘That’s not the point Holly,’ Artemis replied, ‘the point is, I’m just a child and I don’t want you to do this. Maybe when I’m older.’ Or maybe not.
Holly’s lip trembled, and a single tear dropped one of her hazel eyes.
‘Don’t you love me?’ she asked.
‘No,’ as much as it was untrue, Artemis had to say it.
‘Then I’ll make you love me,’ said Holly, and started massaging him again.
‘Holly, no!’ with a burst of strength, Artemis pulled his hands out from the belt and pushed her off and onto the floor. Holly wasn’t going to give up that easily. She grabbed him around the knees, causing him to trip over. She pushed him down on the floor and another few tears rolled down her cheeks.
‘Why don’t you love me?’ she sobbed.
Artemis struggled against her as her hands moved downwards again. ‘Because I don’t like you doing this!’ he managed to flip her over, and he suddenly realised that she wasn’t wearing underwear.
‘Why, Artemis? Why?’ Holly shrieked, just as the door opened.
Juliet stood in the doorway, stiff with shock. She had obviously heard what had happened to Julius and had returned for a visit. How she had reclaimed her memories were unknown to him.
The part of Artemis’ brain that was still thinking rationally took a moment to asses what this scene could mean. Holly was sprawled on the floor, in a skimpy, semi-transparent nightgown, with tears rolling down her face. And he, Artemis Fowl the second, was leaning over her, dressed in nothing but his boxers. This certainly didn’t look like anything innocent, it looked as though...
‘Juliet,’ he rasped, ‘this isn’t what it looks like.’
Juliet didn’t hear him, or pretended not to, because she slapped him around the face and pulled him off the elf.
‘How dare you!’ she shrieked, her eyes flashing dangerously. ‘She’s drunk! I thought you knew better than to take advantage of her! How could you do that? I ought to report you for attempted rape!’
‘But I didn’t...’ Artemis tried to say, but Juliet slapped him again.
‘You just shut up! Don’t even try to play the victim here, I’ll be dealing with you later!’
And with that, Juliet led a trembling Holly out of the room, shooting Artemis a deadly glare as she shut the door.
Artemis sat down on his bed, staring blankly at the wall before he simply went to sleep, hoping that Holly would remember nothing of this in the morning.
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