"my hearts hit an all time low"
by Cerulean Leader
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Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice. :)
Rating: T
Pairing: Spitfire (Wally x Artemis)
Summary: After the events of Insecurity, Wally goes on to confront a frustrated Artemis once again, and things get a little... steamy.
The punching bag was going to be ripped off the ceiling by how hard it was being bashed against by the snarky blonde, who often let out her frustration by training or venting by yelling at someone, but she preferred to do the former as it satisfied her more. She and the squad of her teammates had only gotten back from their mission a few hours ago, and Artemis was still angry with Wally, at Red Arrow, at the world. But mostly, she was angry at herself, for allowing her own, hidden insecurities take over her sense of concentration.
So, here she was, in the workout room with this determined look on her face. She wasn't standing still, but instead, was using her swift moments and anger to almost make the punching bag crash to the floor by its chains. Dressed in only a red sports bra, black boy shorts and a bandage wrapped around her right hand, she continued to send several types of kicks and punches at the bag. She bounced lightly on her toes, waiting for the bead of sweat to cascade down her tanned face as she panted heavily.
She paused, and changed her position to start once again, stepping back so that most of weight was on her back leg, with well-relaxed knees and clenched fists raised near her face. Artemis' style was a little odd as she had been trained by both Sportsmaster and Green Arrow, so, by combining the teachings of these two and the street fighting she had picked up on, she had a clean, crisp and swift style of fighting.
Stepping forward so that her back moved, she swiveled and delivered a heavy roundhouse kick to the punching bag, before delivering a series of punches. The chain rattled and threatened to give way against the rocky ceiling. Noticing this, Artemis' brow furrowed and her teeth clenched. It was like the punching bag was mocking her.
With a loud yell, she reeled her fist bag and delivered a right-hand with all her might, causing it to finally break off and fall pathetically onto the yoga mat that had been placed under it.
"You're getting sloppy." Announced a familiar voice, one which Artemis had thought had decided not to talk to her for the rest of eternity. She didn't pay him any attention, choosing to pick up her water bottle, take a quick sip and stalk off to where a pair of dual swords were waiting to be used. She hadn't only been trained how to use a bow and arrow by her father, they were just her preferred weapon of choice.
Wally's anger seemed to deepen even further at the blonde's choice to ignore him when he had walked in on her. Truthfully, he was going to talk to her and see if she would leak any information on why she had been acting so weird lately, and when he saw her through the doorway in only a skimpy outfit, a determined look on her face and her hair following her every move, he knew he had to get her to talk. She seemed so out of it, and as much as Wally thought it was hot, her focus was even more out of whack than on the mission.
He shoved his hands inside the pocket of his blue hoodie, showing only the skin between his elbows and wrists as his sleeves were rolled up. Artemis, though hesitantly, looked at him, her eyes steely as hair slowly began to cover her face as the strands of sunshine were slowly beginning to fall out of the loose bun which had been sitting cutely at the top of her head. "We need to talk," he said, coming up behind her. Her glare hardened, and she turned back around. She began to do complicated patterns with her feet, twirling as her loose hair followed, the swords following her as she stabbed the air at different angles.
"Artie," he started, walking towards her, trying to annoy her with the nickname so she would at least respond. She almost wanted him to stop her, but she really need to relieve her frustration. She refused to go home otherwise and take her anger out on her mum. Paula didn't deserve that. "Artemis, I'm not leaving until we talk about this. You owe the team an explanation."
She remained quiet, moving faster.
He sighed in annoyance, before zooming forward and grabbing the two blades from her grip. He dropped them beside him while Artemis just stood there, mouth agape. The clattering sound of the metal hitting the ground seemed to jolt her out of her daze. Her shocked expression once again disappeared and was replaced with this extremely annoyed expression.
"What the hell do you want, Baywatch?" He looked beyond angry by this point, and it almost threw the blonde off, but she refused to let him get to her. She stood her ground.
"What I want is answers," he snapped. "I want to know why you needed to prove yourself. I told you that I didn't care, that you didn't need too, to me!"
"Not everything is about you, Wally, so why won't you just back off and go away?! And what do you concerned anyway? You don't care, anyway, so what does it matter?!" she answered angrily, practically seething. This seemed to set him off for he stood still for what felt like hours (though it was only a few seconds) before speeding over to her, picking her up and slamming her against the wall while his lips meshed roughly with hers. He grabbed her legs and lifted them so that they wrapped around his waist, almost touching her ass.
She immediately kissed back, trying to focus all her pent-up frustration into that kiss back, all that held back sexual tension between them. Her fingers busied themselves by tangling themselves into his messy red hair, just like she had been wanting to do for months. He licked her upper lip as they continued to kiss each other almost ferociously, and she allowed him access immediately, her own tongue shooting out to meet his.
He reached up and pulled out the band that was holding her hair up and as he was tugging harshly on her strands, she let out a strangled moan. He ran his own fingers through her shining locks as she pulled him back by a hand on his neck to kiss him again.
Soon enough, the passion slowed down because of lack of air, but they didn't pull away, opting to kiss each other languidly, gently, slowly, as they caught their breath. Wally finally eased his head away, pressed his forehead to her sweaty one and looked deeply into her stormy irises.
"I don't know why-" he began, looking down. "-but I care. I do care, Artemis, and for you to say that I don't…" Wally sighed, burying his face into the crook in her neck, not bothering to process her shocked expression. She swallowed shallowly, and bowed her head so that her long hair curtained both their faces. "I want you to trust me, Artemis."
"Wally…"
She could feel his hot breath on the skin of her neck, the heat bringing a sense of nervousness to the girl who usually showed no sort of fear at all, as she had been taught by her father that fear was a weakness. "Wally, look at me." She almost whispered, gently scraping her fingers along his forearms.
"…My face is all red." He answered, though he pulled away to look at her anyway. "Just tell me, please?"
Guilt immediately made its way onto her tanned features, but she maintained eye contact with the Flash's sidekick. "I can't, I'm sorry. I do trust you, seriously, but… I don't think you and everyone else will trust me after they find out about my past. I'm not ready to tell everyone yet."
He held her gaze, and smiled gently. "I'm sure that whatever it is, we'll be okay. Tell us when you're ready."
"There is one thing I can tell you though." she said with a sly grin. "You're a pretty good kisser, there, West. A little rough around the edges, but I'm pretty sure we can work on that."
Pressing her lips to his to cut him off because it looked like he was about to protest against her statement, her lips focused more into a serene smile.
"And I love green eyes."
A/N: So, I've been writing a ridiculous amount of Young Justice one-shots, so I decided to jus group them all together in one story of inter-connected one-shots. The genres and pairings will vary, and may have mentioned or cross-overs with the Teen Titans series because my theory of how Wally comes back involves Raven. ;D
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. This is the first time I've written something so... out there. XD I'm sixteen now, so, I think I can try slightly more mature writing types in my descriptions. Other people do it, so why can't I try it? :D
Please leave a review, I'd really appreciate the support.
Word Count: 1,415
~CL
