Pairing: Wally/Artemis
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~900
Prompt: shaken cans of soda
For: pichucherrimteam

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She knows that it's usually a lot warmer in Central City than it is in Gotham, but right now it's so ridiculously hot that she doesn't really know what to do with herself. She's in a bikini top and these denim shorts that are practically nothing, if she's being honest, but she can't really stand to have much else on than this right now.

And Wally's not exactly complaining about it, so.

They're in his driveway washing his parents' cars—and by 'they', she means Wally.

Of course she was helping him at first, but before she barely finished filling a bucket with water from the hose, she started to feel a little dizzy. Wally made her sit down on the porch in the shade and drink all of the lemonade that his mom kept bringing out so she wouldn't pass out or anything. She felt guilty at first, but when he was soaping the trunk of his mom's car and kind of out of view, his mom came back outside to refill her glass and assured her that Wally just invited her to wash their cars with him because he likes having her over. She felt less bad after that.

"Okay, kids. It's time for lunch!"

Mary announces as she's stepping onto the porch again. She's got two family-sized bags of Ruffles tucked under her arms and a tray with hot dogs piled onto a plate, a few cans of sodas and bottles of ketchup, mustard and relish off to the side. She sets everything down onto the table and shades her eyes with her hand. "Wally!"

"I'll bring it to him," Artemis assures, standing up. "Thank you, Mrs. West. Everything looks delicious."

"Oh, they're just hot dogs, dear," Mary says with a laugh. "And how many times do I have to remind you to call me Mary?" Artemis shrugs, grinning, and Mary smiles. "Rudolph and I are going to go grocery shopping as soon as Wally's down rinsing off my car, but so if you two want anything else to eat while we're out, be sure to call me, alright?"

"We will. Thank you, Mary."

She grabs two cans of sodas as Mary steps back inside and heads down the steps. Wally's just finished rinsing off his mom's car and he flashes a smile at her, pulls the towel from his shoulder and runs it over his face and then his hands to dry off. "Hey, babe," he greets, kissing her on the lips. She slips a Coca-Cola into his hand and he grins. "How're you feeling?"

"Better," she admits. "I think I'll be able to help you wash your dad's car after we eat lunch."

"You'll be alright in the sun?" He reaches up and brushes her bangs from her forehead, tucking them behind her ear. "If you pass out—"

"Wally, I'll be fine."

"Babe—"

"Shut up," she groans, shoving his hand away. He chuckles and shakes his head, pulls the tab off of his can, and she gasps as the soda shoots out and soaks the front of his shirt. He blinks a few times and sort of just stares at the foam of his Coke as it drips onto his hand. She throws a hand over her mouth, stifling a laugh. "I swear I didn't plan for that," she says, but he reaches out and grasps her with one arm and pulls her back against his chest, and she lets out a shriek as she feels something cold being poured onto her head. "Wally!"

"You started it first," he laughs, gripping her tighter as she tries to twist out of his arm. She bites her lip and looks up at him and he grins, but when he leans in for a kiss, she quickly shakes her Coca-Cola and twists out of his grasp, pulls the tab and laughs as the soda douses his face and hair.

He smirks.

"Wally, don't you—" she begins, but he steps forward and tosses his hand forward, splashing the last of his soda onto her chest before she can finish. She shivers a little, feeling the sticky liquid sliding down her abs, and she would've dropped her Coke if Wally didn't speed forward to catch the can before it can hit the pavement.

Wally straightens up and smirks, taking a sip of her soda. "Did that cool you down, babe?"

"Shut up," she laughs, pushing him. Some of the Coke spills over and onto his forearm, but considering they're kind of soaked in the stuff, she thinks he hardly cares anymore. "God, I cannot believe you poured soda on me, Wallace. I feel gross now."

"But I bet you taste good," he says, and before she can ask what that means, he dips his head down and presses his lips to her throat, sucking down on her pulse, and then she's shivering for an entirely different reason. She moans a little as he licks along her neck, pressing a wet kiss to her skin before pulling away. "You taste like syrup," he says.

God, he's cute.

"Well, I still feel gross," she mutters, glaring, and he just laughs because he knows she isn't really mad at him.

"If you want, I can spray you down with the hose."

"I don't think so, Kid Hormones." He chuckles and tugs his shirt over his head, shaking his hair out, and she grabs the hose and twists the nozzle, and Wally lets out a surprised yelp as she sprays him with the water. She flashes a wide smile. "Did that cool you down, babe?" she yells over the water and he laughs.

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that!"