Spitfire Week Day 3: Grass
Title: Grass Stains
Summary: Wally takes Artemis on a picnic date.
A/N: Here's day 3 of Spitfireweek. Prompt: Grass. Also, I did not do Day 2 because I couldn't think of it. Sorry, but I won't write something I'm not inspired about, maybe I will later but not now. As for this drabble, I don't really know what this is, but I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters
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Wally West was nervous. It could be considered comical even. Here he was, talking to his girlfriend of six months, rambling on about the science behind weather and the affect of the sun on the ozone layer while rocking back on his heels.
Artemis raised her eyebrow at him and eventually his mouth slowed to a stop.
"Do you happen to have a point to make, Wall-man?" she asked, smirking. "Just spit out."
Wally took a deep breath, and for a moment Artemis was scared he would start rambling again, but found her worry wasn't needed. "It's really nice outside."
Again, Artemis shot him a look equivalent to Are you insane? "You do know there's a thunderstorm outside, right?"
Now he relaxed slightly, used to the banter. "No duh. It's not raining everywhere though."
Artemis leaned back in the kitchen chair to get a better look at her boyfriend and try to figure out what was running through his head. "I'll give you that. Why does it matter?"
"Wellll…" Wally drawled. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date, like on a picnic. I got sandwiches, hot dogs, salad, soda, chips, cookies. Lots of cookies so you don't get mad when I eat all your Chips Ahoy again. That wasn't fun. Not that you're not cute when you're mad, but it's cuter when it's not directed at me because you kick really really hard. I mean, of course I can take you, but you have that sneaky passive aggressive technique and-"
Artemis rolled her eyes as her boyfriend started rambling but gave him a shy smile. It would be their first official date. Of course they had hung out together before, but it was never for very long or completely alone. It wasn't that they didn't want to go on a date like normal teenagers, they just didn't have the time. Factor in the fact that they lived so far away from each other and usually only saw each other at the cave, it was nearly impossible to work out a dating schedule. After a while, watching movies with the team and sparring can get a bit old, especially since Black Canary decided to split up the couple during practices for a multitude of reasons.
So now, to have Wally be his cheesy nervous self and ask her on a picnic date was just what she needed. She walked around the kitchen island and leisurely wrapped her arms around his neck to get him to stop talking. "Sounds like fun."
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After about fifteen minutes of Wally running, the couple had reached their destination. They were approximately seventy miles away from civilization and even farther away from their friends and family. Artemis took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air of the meadow that was so different from smoggy congested air of Gotham. She slowly spun around taking in the vibrant green of the grass spattered with occasional small white flowers. They were in a small circular clearing that was ringed by a multitude of wild flowers being caressed by the wind. When she finally came full circle she saw Wally, the fastest kid alive, had already set up the whole picnic, red blanket, food, drinks, flowers and all.
"What's the rush? You have a hot date after this?" asked Artemis, taking in the sight of Wally lounging on the blanket a grin on his face.
"Hopefully. If she says yes. There's the really beautiful and tough archer on my team. I've asked her about before, and she said yes. I think I have a pretty good shot at a second one." He patted the open spot next to him.
Artemis couldn't help the blush that rose to her face and returned his smile as she waltzed over to join him. "I don't know if I'd get your hopes up that fast."
"Nah, she can't say no to me. All the ladies love me."
She shoved Wally so he was laying flat on his back. While he was down, Artemis made a quick grab for a peanut butter and banana sandwich before he ate them all.
The speedster gave her an amused glance before he started wolfing down food himself.
She couldn't help but watch her boyfriend eat; even after seeing him eat countless times before she never failed to be intrigued by how and how much he ate. It always seemed like he feared that it was always his last meal. She knew it was necessary for him to eat so much, but she loved how excited he could get about food. Artemis also realized that he had eaten beforehand because he was full after 8 sandwiches, two giant bags of chips, and a potato salad. He didn't want to spend most of their date eating and possibly grossing me out. She smiled at the thought of him preparing it for her and knowing that she'd say yes to the outing.
They spent the rest of the afternoon, just talking and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, they found themselves lying on the blanket and watching the soft fluffy clouds roll across the sky. Wally's short attention span kicked in after watching the clouds for about fifteen minutes and his fingers inched their way towards Artemis, seeking the small patch of skin peeking between her tank top and jeans.
Artemis twitched at his touch and caught his hand. "What are you doing?"
He wiggled his fingers in her face. "What, are you ticklish?"
Artemis made a face. "No."
Wally smiled. "Are you sure?"
Artemis was about to snap out a retort when she felt Wally's fast fingers flit around her upper body and stomach. She grit her teeth, resisting the urge to squirm or let out a giggle. She almost succeeded until Wally found a weak spot in her arm pit and top of her stomach; a small shriek and laughter burst past her lips and Wally grinned in satisfaction.
"Success!" he shouted and raised his arms above his head.
Artemis snarled and launched herself at him, pushing him off the blanket and into the grass. "Payback time."
Wally's expression turned into one of horror. "You wouldn't." He was answered by being attacked by Artemis's fingers. He writhed and twisted beneath her but her knees clamped around his hips kept in place. "Stop-Artemis-I can't-" He laughed.
She shook her head; she was too focused on her mission. "You're going down, Kid Dork."
Soon Artemis found herself on her back, wrists above her head and locked together by one of Wally's hands. "No fair. You can't use your powers to cheat."
Wally smiled at her, breathing heavily. "I can't help that I'm awesome." Artemis saw his fingers move towards her and smirked at him.
Wally's fingers stopped moving when he saw her face. "What are you-" He was stopped by Artemis's lips crashing into his. He quickly let go of her hands, preferring to have them run down her sides and to her hips.
She sighed into his mouth at the feel of his hands and he shivered in response. Artemis smirked and put her hands at the back of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there. Wally pressed her down harder into the grass, wanting to be closer to her, to feel nothing but her against him. The archer gasped and Wally's tongue darted into her mouth.
She met his with her own, playing with it and teasing him. She enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her and just being with him. She felt safe and wanted. Soon, she gained the upper hand and flipped them, her hair coming free and flowing around the couple like a golden curtain.
Wally's hazy eyes filled with happiness, adoration, and lust looked up at her, seeing the same emotions reflected back. She smiled down at him and their lips came together again.
They lay like that for a while, exploring each other's bodies and giving into some of their teenage hormones. They didn't go too far though, because neither of them were ready for that. As the sky darkened, they pulled away from each other. Artemis rolled off and snuggled into his side, both of them trying to catch their breath.
Finally, Artemis spoke. "Thanks for tonight, Wally."
"Anytime, babe. You up for another one sometime?"
"I'll think about it."
Wally laughed and hugged her closer to him.
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"Wallace Rudolph West!" cried Wally's mom from the laundry room.
The teen boy sighed, pausing his video game and racing towards her because when your mothers calls by your full name you don't keep her waiting.
He came to see her standing by a basket of his dirty clothes, a couple of them lying on the counter. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Mary West usually cleaned his clothes mostly due to her son's laziness and jam packed schedule; otherwise nothing he wore would be clean.
"Yeah mom?" he asked warily.
"Mind explaining why these clothes are dirty?" she held up a dirty pair of blue jeans and a yellow tshirt, both covered in matching grass and dirt stains.
"Nope, can't say I have. They might've been from an impromptu fight."
His mom snorted, a knowing gleam in her eye. "Are you sure? They don't look ripped or burned or covered in ash."
Wally pursed his lips, thinking about the week's past events. He had gone to the arcade with Rob in Gotham, played at the beach with the team, gone on patrol with Uncle Barry, went on a picnic with Artemis where they were in the grass… The realization came crashing down on the teenage boy and he understood what his mom was implying, what she knew. He felt his face flare with warmth and he coughed.
"It was a small, easy fight," he said quietly.
"Mhmm. Wally, I'm not stupid. I know you and Artemis are dating and that you're teenagers and that all your hormones and urges come up…"
"Mom!" shouted Wally, facing growing redder. "Please stop."
"But you're both so young. I hope you're being careful." She continued putting Wally's dirty clothes in the washing machine.
"We are mom. Can you just ugh," he put his head in his hands.
"I'm sure you are. I'm just saying. Your father and I were young once. We went through the same thing."
"MOM!" Wally screeched, gagging at the mental image of his parents kissing the way he and Artemis did. "I'm begging you. Please stop. I'll do my laundry on my own from now on."
"Oh, sweetie. It's fine, I don't mind." She smiled and poured laundry detergent into the machine. "And don't worry. I won't talk to you about it anymore, unless you want to."
Wally gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks."
Mary just nodded. "Don't worry though, I called your Uncle Barry. He'll probably be more help since you're both speedsters. He'll be over in a couple minutes." With that, she left her son in the laundry room alone to bang his bright red head against the wall.
Next time I'm taking Artemis to a completely clean, steal, sterilized room where there is no dirt or grass or anything else that can stain.
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