Disclaimer: I do obviously not own Artemis Fowl and Alex Rider.

Dedication: All I ever wanted to do was be with you. All I ever wanted to do was fall in love with you. When it happened you were suddenly the best in my life. I love you baby, no matter what might happen to us. Always remember that, my love!

You and I

By TrunkZy

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They kissed passionately, feeling each other and touching forbidden land. Everything about this situation was intoxicating.

The music pumping loudly out of the speakers, the people around them, being so close to each other it all felt wrong, yet so right.

Skin on skin, sweaty and slick, smooth and forbidden.

Kisses on the neck, private touches in a place far from private.

The people around them didn't care... It was the symbolic. So wrong, that's why it's fun. So wrong sending kisses and flirtatious winks across the room to a sexy stranger, you have never seen before. And when he finally comes... It all feels right and your decisions aren't yours to make anymore.

All you want to do is fuck, right there and now... But all those people. And all that music. Would he hear you if you moaned? Another forbidden thought.

It's just so wrong. It's just so wrong to be so turned on by his smell, his sexy tousled fair hair, his seducing lips, and that oh-so-fine body.

It just isn't right. The way he moves, sensually and seductive. His eyes locked with yours – brown and blue melt into a fire that will never stop burning. His hands on your body, moving like he owns you. And oh, but you want him to own you.

You don't even know his name. That's just so very wrong. But it feels right. It feels like something you've never done, but instinctively know just what to do.

This is what you want. You never want that song to end, you never want this dance to end. You never want him to stop touching you, to stop playing with your raven hair, and to mumble sexy, maybe a bit drunken words in your ear.

You don't want it to end – even if it's an illusion. It's not living if he's not touching you. He licks the sweat of your nose-tip and it's heaven... For both of you. He comes back for more, his tongue connecting with yours, swirling and playing with each other, tasting the various drinks he has drunken.

Your feet are hurting from dancing, your head is spinning from drinking, your entire body is in pain yet you're feeling amazing. A simple touch from him, is enough to make it all well. You close your eyes and give in. All you feel is him and all you hear is the music (magnified, but yet drowned) in your ears. His hands are all over you making you feel like you're on fire. And the places he isn't touching? Cold as ice. So cold.

You capture his mouth, drowning in his cave. You let loose and any remaining thoughts you have, are blown away like the wind. It's not right and it's not wrong anymore. The people rubbing against you aren't there anymore. You and him are all that matter. You're lost. You're lost in him. He's a map of desire and you don't quite know what fare to try first.

Maybe he'll make he choice for you.

The music is fading out. Why? What's going on? The music stops, it's completely gone. You stand there on the dance-floor, you stand there all alone, you wake up in your bed thinking it was a dream. Why did it have to stop?

A pair of arms wrap around you. A groggy voice tells you to go back to sleep, he's to hangover to deal with nightmares now. You smile and turn around, making sure he knows nightmares are far from your plans. You push him down on the bed and crawl on top of him. Lick his nose and tell him that it's a dream come true.