"Do you see her, the beautiful girl with long red hair?" I ask my brother Apollo as I look up to him on his golden throne from a step below him.

"Yes," he replies with his silky voice. "What about her?"

"She's mine… and if you touch her, I swear I'll make Uncle Poseidon drive you down from your daily chariot ride and crash into his white waters." He looks deeply into my eyes, seeing if I'm lying. Of course I'm not, though. The girl, Cleminestra, is my young lover. She's a normal human being, committed to me and no one else. I have to tell her to actually eat her meals and not sacrifice it all to me. It just saddens me that someday she won't walk the lands of Gaia and Hellas, but will tread the soils in my morbid uncle's kingdom, probably in the Elysian Fields. But I keep thinking of today, and not of those days.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Apollo asks me.

"Yes. And if you take her virginity, you'll pay… Promise me you'll make sure no one, man, woman, or god, touches her." I look into his silver-white eyes with desperation, wanting, no, needing, to know that he will stay true to this vow.

It takes him a while to respond. When he does, he lowers his beautifully masculine hands onto my shoulders and looks me in my gold-black eyes and says, "If she means that much that you'll actually call upon our Uncle of the Waters to take your vengeance, then, yes, Artemis, I promise to make sure that no man, woman, or god, including myself, will not touch her in the way I know you don't want her to be, over the River Styx and the life of myself." I break out into a teary grin and reach up to wrap my arms around him, his sincerity overwhelming me.

"Thank you, dearest brother," I say into his shoulder. He hugs me back, and, after a few moments, we pull apart. "I must go, my ladies are waiting for my arrival so we can hunt," my words break the impending silence between us. I kiss his cheek and walk down the steps that lead to his golden throne.

"You actually came up here, and dragged me from my palace, just to make me promise you that I won't touch a peasant girl?" he asks in surprised humour. I smile lopsidedly and nod. "You're the crazy one, you know?" he calls out to me as I walk down the royally coloured throne room and to the outside of Olympus.

"Yes, I do!" I yell back to my twin brother who, in every way but one, is my opposite. That one thing is both of us love women.

Her moans persuade me to continue my actions to her. We're having sex, but really, we're not because her hymen's still intact, and that's what matters. The waters we lay in are warm against our flesh and seeing her slick skin shimmer in the light that Helios and my brother share only arouses me more. I feel her muscles contract around my fingers, it doesn't faze my movements in her, but I know she's closing into her zenith; the best moment that makes us one entity, one being, entwined so that no one can tell where one of us ends and where the other begins. That moment of pure freedom draws in on us, and her body trembles under my light touches. I can feel every muscle in her body clenching and loosening simultaneously, her flexing her feet and finally she lets go of my back, the pain inflicted from her nails is caused only by her pleasure. Her breath comes out in pants and it dries my soaked left shoulder.

"I love you…" she whispers to me between light gasps. I close my eyes and kiss her shoulder softly, pulling my fore- and middle fingers out of her, and then slide them between my lips, relishing in the taste of her. She tastes beautiful. "I wish I could be with you forever." I draw my fingers from my lips.

"I do too, my love," I utter while tracing my teeth up to her lips, kissing her softly after the words leave me. Her fingers dance across my skin, from my thigh passing my hips and to my breast then to my jaw, her littlest digit touching my collarbone. She shifts so that has to lean over me so she can steal a kiss. Her beautiful hair drapes over us, twining with my black tresses. We kiss again and just lay in the calm pool, the soft wind of Zephyrus drying us of our sweat and the rays of Apollo barely breaking through the trees warm our backs. "I love you."

A/N: Herro all… How goes? Did you enjoy my cheap vanity of Artemis being a lesbian? If you did, or even if you didn't, would you be so kind as to tell me by leaving a review? Constructive criticism is welcome, too, thanks.

KNQ