Beep.
Beep.
Beeeeeeep.
A hand moved out of the comforter, landing on the vibrating smartphone residing on the side drawer. Thumb sliding on across its shining screen, the phone was pulled downwards, then pressed against the brunette's ear.
"Who the fuck is this?"
The voice on the other side was strangely quite cheery, "Hello, to you too, Giz!"
Giselle frowned, eyes still shut as she snuggled into her warm matress. "What do you want, Allen?"
She was about to drift back into her peaceful slumber when he spoke up again, "...I wanna show you something."
"Send me a picture," she replied, still not quite opening her eyes.
"It's something you can't see from a pictu— don't hang up!"
The ends of her lips pull upwards into an amused smile, her finger brushing against the end call button. Brown eyes flutered open, a yawn escaping her lips as she stretched her arms above her head.
"I'm coming to the Watchtower then." She told him, sitting upstraight, wondering why she still felt so sleepy.
Bart's voice held a smile, "See you there in five minutes!"
With a faint click, the call had ended, leaving the brunette yawning as she dug the heels of her palm against her eyes, attempting to rub the sleep away from them. And as she swung her feet down the bed to put on her slippers, she happened to glance at the clock on her wall. She blinked, once then twice before snapping her head to the wall again, brown eyes widening in surprise because it was four in the morning.
Her teeth gritted together, and she cursed bitterly.
"This better be fucking worth it, Bart."
In the watchtower, things always looked the same. Because of course it was a ship located in the depth of space, where one never got to see bright sunlight, darkness encircling it as expensive tube lights illuminated its interior. The zeta tubes shone brightly, announcing the arrival of Team's newest member as Giselle walked out, hands stuffed into the pockets of her baggy jeans as her gaze searched for a certain speedster.
A familiar voice cheered from behind her, "Glad you could make it!"
It was a mystery how Bart was smiling so broadly, green eyes almost shining with excitement as he strolled closer to her. Her first instinct was to punch him and demand why had he woken her up so early. However, she sighed, then fixed him with a flat stare.
"What did you want me to see?" She asked, not bothering to hide her frown.
If it was possible, his smile widened a little more and she blinked when he clasped his hand with hers, leading her back to the zeta tubes.
"You're going to love it." He promised with a tight smile.
The blinding light of the teleportation beams was too much for her already sleep deprived eyes so Giselle squeezed them tightly shut, cursing when Bart took the oppourtunity to sling an arm around her waist. The world was a mess of colours when she opened them, her mind not fully processing everything around her as they moved in sudden speed. So she thought it better to allow her eyelids to slid shut again, arms curling around the speedster's neck for a stronger hold as the rushing wind whistled in her ears.
When they came to a halt, her mind was spinning, her movements dizzy as she tried to grab something for support. Warm hands grasped her arms and she took a deep breath, relaxing to settle her balance.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Brown eyes snapped open on the comment, and she turned to look at her teammate, perplexed to find him staring ahead. She focused her attention on what he was referring to, only to be surprised because far from them stood Central City; with its huge buildings and the sun peeking out from the mountains behind it.
The wind blew lightly, a cool breeze touching her skin playfully as they stood ontop of a green hill. She couldn't remember when she had last felt the morning air. It was fresh, sweet and seemed to steal away the sleep from her eyes.
She watched, curious as Bart discarded his sneakers, dropping down onto the wet grass. "Come on," He offered a friendly smile, patting the spot beside him. "Sit down."
The bottom lip trapped between her teeth, she obliged, removing her shoes and seating herself beside him. Pulling her knees to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, gazing upwards as the sun's rays spread faint red streaks across the white clouds.
She wasn't sure how much time had passed by as they sat there, and how had she ended up with her head resting on Bart's shoulder as they stared ahead, listening to birds leaving their nests and taking flight insearch of food while the shadows of the city grew smaller and smaller as the sun gradually sailed above in the bluish-pink sky.
"Sorry," came Bart's sheepish voice, "if I disturbed you in the morning."
She pulled back, missing the slight frown he gave her as she streched out her legs, balancing her weight by pressing her palms against the cool, wet grass beneath her.
"Don't be sorry," She answered calmly, cocking her head and giving a smile. "I actually enjoyed this a lot."
A grin tugged his lips, emerald eyes sparkling as he reached out, his hand landing on top of hers, hiding the faint glow of her pink ring beneath his fingers. The innocent contact made her heart flutter, heat slithering up her neck as she glanced from his hand to his face, hazel brown eyes meeting forest green ones because maybe he had moved closer than he was before.
She could make out the dust of freckles across his nose, looking almost like constellations on his tan skin.
"I'm glad," He anwsered softly, gently squeezing her hand.
A blush was dusting his cheeks, yet he dared not shift back, instead, kept on coming closer, the lack of space between them increasing ever so slowly before he finally closed it by catching his lips with hers.
The touch caused butterflies to swarm in her stomach, her fingers digging into the wet grass as her eyes fell shut by themselves, his hands gravitating to the side of her waist, tugging her closer.
And later when she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze that gave her a mixture of many emotions— happiness, curiousity, love and most of all, fear. Fear about her reaction. Fear about what she was going to say. Fear about the emotions she would display.
He quickly parted his lips to apologize for the kiss, but she stopped him, hands landing on his shoulders and lips brushing with his again. She found it slight humor worthy when he froze, dumbfounded.
"It's okay, Bart." She whispered, the warmth of her sincere words being absorbed by his lips.
"It's all okay."
His response was a slight tilt of his head, the muscles of his arm loosening as they circled beneath her shoulder blades, gently pulling her to the warmth of his body.
