Pairing: Angeline/Artemis; Mistress/Artemis
Warnings: Goo-ily lovey-dovey. Sexual reference.
Disclaimer: I don’t own AF
A/N: Umm, I think this one is, again, a little abstract. If I didn’t write it, I wouldn’t get it Dx I pretty much wrote this as a reason for Artemis to become a family man.
Angeline is reeling.
There is nothing to say, especially seeing as the mop of red is somewhere it should not be.
“W-When I come back in here, I better not be seeing what I think I’m seeing,” she says, licking her lips, using the doorframe for support. It’s another delusion, she thinks. Her mental health is fragile. She could be seeing anything. Her husband isn’t cheating, he’s probably just working. Probably.
Artemis nods. The mistress stands.
Five minutes later, she enters.
Her Artemis is fully clothed, the girl is gone, and all signs of adultery are gone. Her husbands stands to meet her.
Artemis loops his arms around her waist, and his elbows rest on her hips.
“You look like you just saw a ghost, my love,” he whispers into her ear.
She shudders and her arms creep up his chest.
“I hope what I saw was just a bad dream,” she says.
“Your health is poor, dear, perhaps you should sit,” Artemis says, his smirk hidden into her neck in the shroud of a caring husband with a sick wife.
“I don’t want to. I’m afraid the visions will come back. They’re terrible. They say you don’t love me,” Angeline whispers, clutching his shoulders in manicured nails. She wants to be the only one; it can’t be too much. Why do the visions haunt her?
“Dear, you’re sick. I’ll stay by your side,” he murmurs, an evil, almost lecherous, smile lighting his pale features, thinking of his wife’s “vision”.
“No, Arty needs me. I’ll lay down later,” she answers, trying to move away. Her son is sick with mononucleosis. He needs her.
Artemis’s eyes grow truly worried. “Sit down if you need to, please, Angie. Please.”
She kisses him on the cheek.
“I will, because you love me, I will. Later.”
He gulps as he watches his beautiful wife walk away from him, a loving mother, and wonders what he’s done.