Chapter 9: One More Night

Try to tell you no but my body keeps on telling you yes

Try to tell you stop but your lipstick got me so out of breath

I'll be waking up in the morning probably hating myself

I'll be waking up feeling satisfied but guilty as hell

So I cross my heart and I hope to die

That I'll only stay with you one more night

One More Night, Maroon 5

Fuck it, was Artemis's only thought before she reattached herself onto Wally's lips and every limb.

He seemed to forget her hesitation as he placed his hands on her bottom and lifted her up to straddle him, carrying them both towards his bed.

Artemis didn't let herself think, she let herself enjoy this moment. The only thing on her mind was Wally; how his hands were slyly maneuvering her out of her clothes, how his lips left goosebumps wherever they touched her body, how his green, green eyes sometimes found hers as if to ask permission; her only reply was to kiss him even more thoroughly each time he did this.

It seemed like Artemis was breaking a barrier… Question was, how would she react to it afterwards?


The rays of sunlight coming through the window were the things that woke Artemis up later that morning.

For a moment, she was completely disoriented and almost screamed when she saw the strong arm draped around her naked middle. Then everything came crashing into her mind, and a gasp escaped her mouth from the overwhelming sensory overload as she recalled the past… hours?

Wally stirred, and Artemis held her breath in hopes that he would continue sleeping. She was confused; terribly so. She had no idea what to do now. This had never happened to her before, not even with Cameron. She had never done something this risky and compromising. And she had only known Wally for less than a month!

Before she knew it the usual anger at herself and fear clouded her mind, and she dressed in a haze, not even bothering to notice that the shirt she was putting on was his and not hers.

She was halfway out of his apartment when she stopped. The thought that had occurred to her was so mind-blowingly true that she wondered how she ever thought she could leave this man. She realized she couldn't do this to him. Never before had she been so certain that something she was doing was wrong. The feeling was so strong she almost felt it's impact.

She didn't want to leave Wally. Wally, who had been alone practically all of his life; would she abandon him as well? Wally, who had shared his secrets with her even though she refused to even begin to cover hers. Wally, who'd waited for her at their usual spot even though he wasn't sure she'd show up.

She understood, all of a sudden, why she had been so keen to abandon him when she first learned she was trusting him.

Because this was Wally, and he made her feel more at home than she'd ever felt. He made her feel safe, and happy. He made her feel wanted. He was the only person… she could never run away from.

And so, deciding to change their relationship for the better this time, she went into the kitchen and set to work.


Wally's eyes opened to an empty bed, something he had already been fearing.

How could he have thought otherwise? Artemis must've woken up, realized her enormous mistake, and made a run for it.

With a sigh of sadness and plans to make amends already forming in his head (he was entirely aware that the events of this morning were his fault, not that he felt very guilty about it) he woke up to get dressed and saw that his shirt had seemingly disappeared. Confused, he wondered if this was some sort of revenge from Artemis. Maybe she took his shirt and draped it in his porch with a red A like in The Scarlett Letter, where everybody could see. Not that this was the same case, but who knew?

While all this coursed through his brain he put on his loose-fitted exercise shorts and made his way to the kitchen, the only place where he could calm his mind.

Then he heard the noises.

It sounded like plates clambering against each other, and before any other weird, impossible thoughts (such as, maybe Artemis didn't leave) appeared in his mind he ran into his safe haven to find a scene he only thought he'd see in his dreams.

There was Artemis, in his shirt, cooking. And what a feast it was.

On the small table there was already a huge plate of pancakes with bacon, eggs of every kind (boiled, scrambled, sunny side up), french toast, waffles, every type of breakfast Wally could ever imagine or wish for.

She still had her back to him, but he knew that she had already sensed him there. She was smart that way.

"What are you doing?" he asked carefully, in case this was a spell someone had cast upon her. He didn't want to be the one to wake her up.

Without turning around, she replied sassily, "Getting a sun tan. What does it look like I'm doing?" and again, Wally knew she had rolled her eyes.

"Why are you doing it?" he changed his question, and he could see her stop in her tracks. She shrugged and then turned around, the stove turned off and her back against the counter of the kitchen sink.

Slowly Wally approached her, always careful not to scare her away, while her eyes watched him warily.

When he was just in front of her, her eyes softened and her arms uncrossed, which Wally took as permission to keep moving forward.

His arms wrapped around her middle like it was an automatic gesture, and hers lifted slightly to trace the contours of his well-formed abs.

Never looking away from her eyes, he closed the small distance between them and touched his lips to hers in a soft kiss, much different from the ones from before.

"Thanks," he said, and his usual grin, the one Artemis hadn't even realized she missed so much, enlightened his face.

"Don't mention it," she replied with a tilt of his head.

So just to ruin the moment (because really, it was getting too corny for the both of them), Wally opened the faucet behind her and in mere seconds had her soaking wet with an enormous splash.

"AFTER I MADE YOU BREAKFAST!? YOU SON OF A-"

"Language, Arty!" Wally replied as he ran from Artemis, her chasing him with a frying pan.

"Doesn't this remind you of that Disney movie? Tangled, was it?" he said while running backwards, Artemis still having not managed to catch him.

"Not. Funny," she continued on her chase, determined to catch him once and for all.

Since Wally wasn't looking, his foot got caught on a chair and he fell backwards. Artemis had too much momentum and too little time to stop, so she crashed right into him. Their position brought back memories of just a few hours ago, and her eyes widened in embarrassment while Wally sent her a sneaky smile.

"You caught me. I'm all yours, babe," he said with a wink.

And while she rolled his eyes but allowed him to kiss her, she thought how maybe she could get used to this.

As you can all see, I'm trying to update weekly. To "randommonkeyz998", Wally doesn't know about Arty's family. Yet. The slip up he's talking about is in the diner before they go to the archery range, when she says something along the lines of 'not all family's good'. She makes a big deal out of that since she's actually giving out info without being asked for it.

"Psycho Pudding": THANK YOUUUU so much for your super long review :D I have noticed what you said about Arty being the one wearing the pants, that's why I wanted to make sure she wasn't walking all over Wally here and he also has a say in how things go. Wally does not have super speed. I keep hinting it just to troll with you guys and because he's pretty fast for an average human, but no, sadly there will be no super appearances. Maybe for a next story or something, haha. And Jesus, I feel very happy that your longest review (or so you think) was for this story. Yay :)

To all you other reviewers, thanks!

But as always, to everyone: REVIEW.