Artemis smiled and kissed Andy deeply,  wrapping themself around him. 

He giggled softly running his long fingers through their hair accidentally tugging it making them gasp and moan, gripping his shoulders. "Oh ehm... sorry." he murmured taking his hand away as they looking at him. 

"I wasn't... complaining," they admitted, gasping softly and ran their fingers over one of his curls happily, smiling at him softly. 

He looked surprised momentarily before he smirked looking up at them. He was now noticing even though they had been crying, they were now smiling and looking confident. "You weren't?" he asked, licking his lip before tangling his fingers into their hair again and tugged firmly making them choke out a moan happily. "I think I enjoy that noise," he breathed before pressing his lips down their neck and shoulder, his beard scraping their skin softly, unintentionally getting himself a bit excited.

"Fuck..." they gasped softly, jaw dropping as he teased them, "Andrew- don't stop." 

His other hand tugged them closer by their hips, kissing their skin aggressively. "I didn't plan to..." he confessed, his warm breath ghosting over their pale shoulder as they worked on the buttons of their flannel, revealing their black bra beneath. They stopped halfway down, self doubt itching at them. He let go and touched their hands. "Its okay if it's too much." Andrew murmured, kissing their nose.

They blushed, "N...no. I would like to be nude I'm just..."

"Insecure?" he asked gently, not trying to interrupt them, earning a small nod. 

"Yeah..."

He smiled and cupped their cheek, pulling them into a soft kiss. "There's no rush." he murmured softly, "Just let me touch you for now if that's not too much." he whispered smiling up at them.

"Okay," Artie whispered softly, letting his hands wander over their torso that he could see kissing under their ear softly, and down their neck, making them shudder, feeling like their skin was getting lit on fire in the best way. "Oh god- Andrew-" they gasped trembling under his lips. 

They could feel him smirking against their collar bone. "What baby... tell me what you need." 

They groaned, pausing stopping themself from just telling him they wanted his hands all over. They knew that it wasn't how they would want to start a physical relationship with him, "Andrew, I want you to touch me." they said bluntly. "Just... let me touch...and be touched."

He smiled softly calming himself some in the time it took them to answer.He didn't hesitate before taking off one of his shirts leaving him in only a t-shirt and pulled them closer, "I'm guessing you're only after skin on skin." he mused softly, playing with their loose curls. 

"Yeah..." they whispered sheepishly, running their hands over his bare arms slowly, cheeks slightly pink. He let them smiling, looking up at them fondly.

After a moment, they slowly worked off the last few buttons of their flannel to peel it off leaving them in only a black shapely bra that helped accentuate their breasts. Their stomach wasn't perfectly flat but it was toned with a bit of flab over the muscle. Andrew looked them over, his forest green eyes full of approval and desire. "You're beautiful..." he breathed softly, leaning down to kiss over their collar bones and smiled going no lower and he pulled them firmly to him, before looking up at them, "Thank you, for trusting me."

They sighed softly, kissing his lips sweetly. "Thank you for giving me time," they breathed.

"Always." he murmured holding them close before pulling away, and pulled off his shirt, and not giving them enough time to look him over, he pulled them to his chest pressed close, latching onto the warmth instantly and nuzzled into his shoulder and neck groaning softly, their arms wrapping around him firmly. 

He hid his face in their shoulder, kissing their skin lightly, pushing away his own insecurities, he felt exposed, but... Artemis had just exposed their whole heart to him, and their insecurities, giving Andy the opportunity to shatter them beyond repair.

If they could trust him like that, he could trust them not to judge him too much either. After all, he wasn't a perfect man like everyone seemed to think.