Wally savors moments like these.
It's so hard, you know, to get Artemis to actually touch him.
He knows better than to touch her first, so he goes with taunting and teasing. Sometimes he just talks about everything and waits for her to come up with a way to shut him up.
She usually answers with a personal snark against him, but sometimes, sometimes, he gets something from her.
If he goes to reach for something that explicitly says Do Not Touch, she'll grab his hand and twist his arm. He'll take in that pain as he listens to the commanding tone of her voice, takes in every muscle movement of her face.
He'll taunt her during training, insult her, press all the buttons he knows that exist, and she'll slam him to the ground and she'll climb on top of him in an instant (ohgodthoselegs) and she'll be using this voice and he's just about to say [yes ma'am] but she's up and gone by that time.
Now, he's just talking. During a mission that requires absolute stealth.
She flips him over, hips just above his, hand pressing against his chest just right.
"Stop talking or I'll bind and gag you."
This is a whole new thought entirely for him. He's never thought about being completely at her mercy before, but if it's Artemis with that voice then yes yes yes…
He's smiling over that thought before he realizes it's there and it's gone as soon as Artemis sees it.
There's a long silence between them and Wally just tries to appreciate this position before she requests to never be put anywhere near him again and -
"Oh…so it's like that, huh?" The smile on her face is predatory. He's so glad that M'gann's out of range because there's so many thoughts that he just should not share with the team.
He wants to tell her something but all that comes out is, "Nnngh." He shifts slightly, arching up a little toward that hand, and she takes in his flushed face. He's vibrating underneath her.
She smirks something delicious and says to him, "You know, I hope this won't change our relationship too much. If you suddenly find yourself unable to continue the banters that've suddenly grown on me, I won't be happy."
She leans forward, her bleached blonde hair, damaged and pretty, dangles at her side, brushing his forearm gently. "You will continue the bantering, right?"
He knows it's a command and breathes out a Yes.
The look on his face is enough for her tonight, like she's done everything in the world for him.
It's so cute, she wants to see it more. (Liking this gig every minute.)
"Get ready to move in three minutes."
She climbs off of him and he misses the feeling of her over him. But when he goes back over to her side where she's keeping lookout, she lets him slide over a little closer.
He can already feel another taunt coming on.