Warm Fuzzies
Fandom: Young Justice
Summary: Artemis is cold and Wally is warm; she wants to snuggle, and won't take no for an answer.
A/N: I've been up since 1:00 AM reading Spitfire fluff. I have no life.
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Artemis put on her robe and walked over to her and Wally's bedroom where, Nelson was fast asleep. Slipping her cold feet under the warm covers the girl relaxed. It was only Monday and she was positively exhausted.
"Hey babe, do you know where," Wally couldn't help but smile when he entered his room. Artemis was hidden deep within the covers petting their pit bull pup; her damp hair was sprawled out above her, draping over the large comforter pillow. She held her arms out lazily, making a grabbing motion with her hands. After a moment, her lips pouted childishly, requesting him to walk over to her. Which he did; he always did.
Sliding in next to her, he took her hand in his, pulling her closer. Sighing, she nudged her face into his chest, trying to burrow into the warm mass next to her. The speedster laughed whole stroking her cheeks. It wasn't cold, in fact it was just beginning to warm up, but she felt cold and that's all that mattered. Closing her eyes she inhaled his scent.
"You're so warm."
"It's 73 degrees in here."
"Yeah but," she purred, "You're so soft- and fuzzy."
"I'm what now?" The blonde snorted pulling her boyfriend close. "No, you're warm, Nelson is fuzzy."
"I could be fuzzy."
"I thought you just said you didn't want to be fuzzy."
"I never said that."
"Okay, then you're my warm fuzzie."
He smiled, melting beside her. "I think I can live with that."
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A/N: R&R! Oh, and HAPPY EASTER!