Artem smut lol

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was the weekend, and you and Artem had originally planned to go on a beach date today, but your plans came crumbling down when a sudden emergency occurred with one of Artem's clients.

Artem was in his room, holding a meeting while you moped in the living room, mourning the loss of your long awaited trip with him. Part of you desired the vacation because you wanted to reignite the passion you once had with him. That was not to say your relationship with him was unsatisfactory. No, it was quite the opposite. Artem is always sweet and kind, and whenever he did something that upset you he would repay it tenfold. It wouldn't be possible to feel unhappy in a relationship like that.

However, you two have been busy. The busiest, perhaps, you've ever been. Never have you had the chance to catch him alone, and less could be said about your intimate life. As slowly, your professional and private lives began to bleed together, intertwining seamlessly right under both of your eyes. This wasn't what you wanted, nor what you signed up for. You knew that you could not blame him entirely, as you would also need to point fingers at yourself as well, but as you peeked in through the gap in the door to Artem's room, him immersed in papers and work, you wanted him badly, carnally.

There was not much you could do. You simply approached the door, pushed it slightly open, and lingered around the entrance. Artem immediately noticed you, and excused himself temporarily from the meeting.

"Is something wrong, sweetheart?" He asked, looking at you worriedly.

Yes. You wanted to say. You wanted to steal him away. From work, from boring meetings and to elope away to a night promised full of passion and lust, to ditch the responsibilities for a moment so you could finally have him to yourself. But that was incredibly selfish, not to mention unprofessional. You knew better than that.

"No," You replied, with a polite shake of the head. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

A half-truth. Deep inside, you sighed bitterly at yourself, but as you turned to leave, Artem called out your name.

"Rosa, come here," He said, his voice tender and gentle.

You did as you were told, and stood by him, bracing yourself with a hand on the edge of his wooden desk. Artem takes your other hand and raises it slowly to his lips, pressing a small kiss to your knuckle.

"I know you're upset, my love. You have been planning that trip for a long time," He paused, trailing further upward through the back of your hand with his lips, planting one just above your wrist. "We can take a day off tomorrow. I'll call Celestine and handle the details. Tomorrow's the weekday, so booking shouldn't be difficult. What do you say?"

You tap your nails on the edge of the desk, letting the clicking sound take over the silence of the room. Of course, that sounded nice as well, but you couldn't back down now, not in this position. You wanted what you desired.

"No, there's something more I want," You whispered, freeing the hand that Artem was holding to cup his face instead. Your thumb grazes across his cheekbone, then moving downward to capture his chin as you slowly tilted his head upwards to the perfect angle so you could lean towards to claim what was yours.

Artem remained pliant, and didn't push you away, something you expected might happen. Instead, he adjusts himself in his seat as you feel a hand find its way towards your lower waist, pulling you even closer, letting you take the lead. You tasted the coffee on his tongue, as you devoured and conquered, leaning in further, gripping him harder and closer, until you stole the breath in his lungs, until his face flushed with want and his mind grew hazy with nothing but you.

You parted first, your lips red and swollen, and so were his, you panted slowly to catch your own breath, a silver line connecting both of you. It was hard not to when the man in front of you could hold his breath for more than 3 minutes, but you try.