Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Disclaimer: I do not own nor have any affiliation with DC comics or WB. I am merely "borrowing" their property for a little mind exercise. And to have fun with the characters. :o)
Author's Note: For continuity purposes, this takes place before "Destroyer". I'm sticking mostly with the animated universe, though if some elements of the comics are thrown in, blame it on Wikipedia and all the fun fanfics that have better acquainted me with the comic-verse. This story has not been beta'd, and any mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading!!!
Chapter One: I Want You To Want Me
"You should've seen them, Shayera. All cheering and smiling. And not just for all of us, but for me. I must've counted at least fifty 'Flash' signs…not to mention all the numbers I was given from hot babes!"
"I did see it, Wally. I also saw how many Superman signs there were…nearly triple the amount you had. And how many 'hot babes' tried to give the big, blue, Boy Scout their numbers. He just had the decency not to take them," Shayera pointed out with a smirk, suppressing a laugh as her friend, Wally West, a.k.a. the Flash, snorted dejectedly. She stole a fry from his plate, and continued to grin at him, waiting for the inevitable comeback.
"Yeah, well…"
"Well? I'm at a loss, are you really speechless? Could the great Flash be unable to formulate a decent comeback? I must go write down this occurrence, so it can be studied and analyzed for future use!"
"Okay, you can cut it out now," Wally sneered. "And I'll have you know, I only take the phone numbers so that the ladies don't feel bad. I wouldn't want the hundreds of women—no, thousands!—of women who adore me to feel like I'm putting them out. I know how to keep my fan-base happy!"
"Sure, Wally. Thousands of women adore you. They fall at your feet whenever you walk by. They'd sacrifice all that they have for you. How have I never noticed this before?"
"You know, Shay, sarcasm is not becoming," Wally quickly pulled his plate of fries, which he had so generously left in the middle of the table for he and his commissary partner to share, back towards him. In light of her ridicule of his amorous appeal, he wasn't feeling so accommodating anymore.
"Well, what's not to love about you? I mean, you're the fastest man alive…girls don't really want a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' kind of guy. Plus, all that running around…you'd have to stink."
"I don't stink!" Wally exclaimed in outrage. The concealing agent of his eyes widened to show his horror at the thought. Not only that, but Shayera, his friend, had just insulted his manhood. Sure he was the fastest man alive—but that didn't mean he was fast in all areas. He could go slow…if he had the right motivation.
"Look, all I'm saying is, stop being so arrogant. Look around; there are plenty of attractive people here who get just as much adoration as you do. But they don't let it go to their heads."
"But that's because they don't have the finesse that I do. I'm charming. I have sex appeal that the other guys don't have. Women respond to that."
"There you go again!" Shayera said in mock-exasperation.
"All women love me," at Shayera's glare, Wally quietly amended, "at least, I wish they did."
"Done."
"What'd you say?" Wally asked, confused by what he had faintly heard. He quickly scanned around the room, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. That was, until his eyes settled upon his dining partner. She had a look in his eye he wasn't used to seeing.
"I didn't say a thing, Flash," the sudden drop in the tone of her voice startled him, and he found himself becoming quickly nervous at her suggestive body language. She had leaned forward, causing her cleavage to become abundantly clear. And her eyes kept batting as though something was caught in them.
"Shay, you okay?"
"I'm fine," she replied, licking her lips as her eyes roamed openly over his body. Wally gulped, his senses acutely aware of the sudden tension between the two of them. But before he could deduce the best course of action, Shayera was in front of him, pulling on his suit and causing his lips to crash against hers.
Her kiss was urgent and demanding, causing Wally's head to spin. Was this really happening? Was Shayera really kissing him? Her tongue grazed over his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth in surprise. She took the opportunity to explore his mouth, a sensation he wouldn't be opposed to…except it was Shayera! It wasn't until he felt her hand roaming on his thigh that Wally's intelligence came rushing back to him. Shayera was making out with him. Publicly. And the way things were heading, she didn't seem to be hesitant to go to another step.
Wally pulled away quickly, panting as he tried to catch a grip on reality. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear away the haze, he caught Shayera's eye. She seemed…dazed. Sultry. Hungry.
"Um, Shay, what was that?"
"Oh Wally, don't act so shocked. I know you liked it." Her hand had found his thigh again, and was running up and down it suggestively. Wally's eyes widened, as his hands quickly found Shayera's and pulled it up to the table. Somehow the other hand found its way to Wally's thigh, and soon enough Wally had both of Shayera's hands pinned to the table top.
"Shayera, seriously. What's going on? Why can't you keep your hands…no…off of me?" Shayera had tried to pull away, but Wally managed to keep her hands pinned. She smiled coyly at him, her eyes batting again.
"Because, Wally, you're irresistible. I can't help myself. I just want you so much…don't tell me you don't feel it too. I love you…I know you love me!" Her voice raised in pitch, taking on an almost pleading tone.
"Um, as a sister, maybe. Shay, you're scaring me. I don't know what your deal is, but until you start acting like the normal, mean Shayera, I'm outta here," he jumped up and zoomed out of the room, leaving dust in his wake and a few turned heads of some female League members.
Wally paused outside of the monitor womb, scratching his head in confusion. Deep in thought, he absently greeted Black Canary, and was yet again surprised to find a woman kissing him. Deeply. It took him what seemed like forever to finally recover from his shock, grabbing Black Canary by her shoulders and pushing her back.
'Okay, that was odd. Lucky Green Arrow isn't around…' Wally thought as Black Canary stared up at him with admiration radiating from her eyes.
"Hey! Fast boy! What the hell were you doing with my gal?"
"Yikes!" Wally exclaimed as an irate Green Arrow stormed down the hall towards him and a quickly-becoming-familiar Black Canary, who chose that moment to run her hands across his chest, and smile up at him seductively.
"Um, bye!" Wally ran out of the hallway, heading directly to his room. Quickly, even for himself, he shut the door and locked it, finding sanctuary in the recesses of his homey, if messy, room. Reaching up, he pulled his mask from his head, biting his lip in thought as he walked further into the room. With a heavy sigh, he flopped down unto his bed, closing his eyes and praying to wake up from this strange dream he was having.
Thanks for trying this out. Title of this story is from the Queen song "Crazy Little Thing Called Love". Chapter title is from the Cheap Trick song "I Want You To Want Me". Feedback is greatly appreciated. :o)
Lar