Inspired by someone who roleplays Wally on Tumblr; fastest-boy-alive. "...Plus, without muscles, a curved spine is just a taaad effeminating." and this:
"46. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?
I'm usually myself around everyone- but… y'know. Somebody who I can really be just 'Wally' with?
I do."
Inspired me quite a lot. Enjoy!
It was the way she fit in between his legs, her back to his bare chest, his chin on her shoulder and a blanket wrapped around them like a hooded cape, him clutching one corner and her another as they watched television. It was the way they didn't need to speak or even deliberately move; they were both trained to notice even the smallest of movement, the faintest of glances, and even the smallest of touches and shifts, they acknowledged every one, knew what every little one meant.
It was the small things. Being on patrol together at night, him taking one route and her another, and even though they weren't meant to cross, she knew he checked on her - the abrupt change in the air, the way leaves or snow picked up when he ran by, she knew. But it was also being too groggy to run, the moments when he decided to slow down. It was feeling the bed shift, agonizingly slow as he came to bed after a shower, feeling a warm breath against her shoulder and his face in her hair.
It was the big things too; the sudden declarations and the not-so-subtle hints - something Wally was good at - the way he kissed her and the way he treated her. It was the way he looked at her, varying emotions and degrees, loving and lustful.
He was the fastest man on Earth, but he was patient and he never rushed. He took his time, both with her and daily things, and if left to their own devices they could spend hours with his bedroom door locked and his name on her tongue.
It was innocent kisses and passionate lip-locks, it was the way he looked her over after a fight or a patrol and the way his eyes seemed to take in every detail when she was in his bed. It was meaningful conversations and silly banter; quirky mannerisms and things that no one else could understand.
It was the way she was now, laying flush against the curve of his spine, her cheek against his shoulder blade, resting against his wide back. His skin was slick with sweat and her hair was fanned out against his neck, but he didn't pay it any mind and neither did she, even as she moved her head so her chin was on his shoulder.
"...Yeah, babe?" She didn't even need to speak; he opened his eyes, groggy and fogged, glancing back at her. She pushed herself forward, her toes digging into the mattress between his legs, putting her hands on his shoulders and craning her neck to kiss his forehead, her eyelashes fluttering against his skin.
"I love you too, Jinx."
She didn't need to say a word.