Our bedroom. And why bother? [He smiles and looks up briefly at the blanket canopy.] It's our apartment. Unless you've been giving out keys? [He grins.]
[Oh... wow. Artemis always knew Rikku was an attractive boy from California, but he's never really gotten a face full of blatant sex-appeal like that. It makes Artemis' stomach twist a little in a strange new way.]
Do you... [Not his most intelligent response but.] What else do you like...?
[Artemis is very interested in seeing this. Not at this very second, but his face is starting to flush at imagining these extremely pornographic images. It isn't hard--Rikku walks around shirtless all the time.]
I never noticed. [Artemis swallows again, feeling as though his mouth is getting drier.] But after a few months of living with you, I started wanting to draw you. Walking around the kitchen in your boxers. [He smiles, almost laughing at himself for revealing that, and edges closer to where their foreheads are touching.]
You can. [He smiles back] I'll even pose nude for you. I've done it for the art kids before. Y'know that painting of Apollo and his boyfriend that got flowered--Hyacinthus?
You did not. [Artemis sounds scandalized and delighted at the same time. He thinks he could have done it better, the painting that is, but it's still a very nice piece. And Apollo's body was very nice...]
He's an egotist who can't take critique, and he won't go very far. Apparently he thinks that because I haven't taken any art classes here, I don't have a right to comment.
I hope he wasn't awful to you. [Artemis frowns. He's suddenly feeling very protective.]
How grossly unprofessional. Another reason he won't get very far. [Artemis frowns. While yes, he hasn't really felt a physical attraction to anyone he's painted before, he likes to think that in a professional setting he would be working and nothing past that. Besides, a confident body could shrink inwards when made uncomfortable. No wonder Artemis had never thought the model was Rikku--Apollo looked strangely plastic to him, and his 'boyfriend' even moreso. 'Artistic decision' his arse.]
[His frown softens a little under Rikku's lips, and Artemis actually seems prepared for this one and meets it.] After we fix the heating I'll let you torture me. [He smiles.]
Even if I could draw in the dark, which I can't, I won't stand to see my models shivering. And aside from that, I don't want to see you shivering. [As though on cue he runs his hand up and down Rikku's back in a warming motion.] The sun never shivers.
The moon, obviously. [Artemis raises an eyebrow.] I'm your opposite. A cold, lifeless, boring rock millions of kilometers away. So far off I might as well be in my own universe.
But I come to life when your light strikes me. And suddenly I'm beautiful, like magic.
[He snorts.] About some things, and some people. I was incensed that I had to share a room with someone before I came here. I was convinced you would be the annoying airhead who distracted me all year. Yes, I thought things like that, and I still think them about some people.
[He closes his mouth, looking carefully upset for a moment. He didn't mean to say all of that.]
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[He bites his lip and gives Arty his best bedroom eyes]
But I like sex on the bed.
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Do you... [Not his most intelligent response but.] What else do you like...?
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[He starts playing with Artemis's hair]
The heat and the steam and the water's just...
[A soft groan]
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[He swallows.] Y-eah, that sounds good...
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[He grins]
I modeled for Apollo.
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I hope he wasn't awful to you. [Artemis frowns. He's suddenly feeling very protective.]
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[He kisses Artemis's frown]
I wanna pose for you.
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[His frown softens a little under Rikku's lips, and Artemis actually seems prepared for this one and meets it.] After we fix the heating I'll let you torture me. [He smiles.]
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[He laughs and kisses him again]
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But I come to life when your light strikes me. And suddenly I'm beautiful, like magic.
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[Classics class rocks, man]
Anyway, it's not like magic. You're always beautiful.
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Perhaps I look beautiful, but there's more to it than just how I look.
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[He closes his mouth, looking carefully upset for a moment. He didn't mean to say all of that.]
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