Prompt was... awkward moment during emergency meeting because of accidental clothes-swap ;)

Enjoy!


Clothes Swap


"Oh my God, really?" Artemis slams her head back against the wall, and Dick fastens his mouth immediately on the exposed curve of her throat, shifting the rhythm of his hips against hers to match the siren now blaring through the hangar. She moans, half-heartedly pushing at his shoulder, "C'mon, Dick, stop, we need to –oh fuck— see what happened."

"Dammit," he pants against her jaw, suckling her shoulder and driving in hard just once more, before sighing and pulling out reluctantly. "I was so close."

"I wasn't," she quips, sticking a hand out to feel for the rocky outcrop on which she'd hung her bra. "Better work on your technique."

He frowns until she laughs and slides her thigh between his legs, making his hips convulse and he groans and buries his head against her neck. From behind their crevice hideout – not secret to anyone in the cave, nor are they the first to use it for these exact purposes—they hear voices as people begin filing to the report room.

"Hurry," Artemis yells, bending down to grab the nearest items of clothing in the dark. He can barely hear over the wail of the siren. He drops to the balls of his feet and runs his hands on the ground until he finds the soft cloth of her of sweats. She wastes no time in sticking one leg after the other when he hands it to her, grabbing his shoulder for support. The next thing he finds, luckily, is his own set of boxers, recognizable by the thick waistband. He really would not want his hard-on rubbing against his jeans. "Underwear?" he calls.

"I'll stick it in my pocket," Artemis grunts, the silhouette of her arms harsh against the little light from behind as she puts on her bra. He normally takes pleasure in helping her fasten it, but right now there's no time. There's a few grunts and the harsh slide of cloth of skin, and he finds what he thinks is his shirt, fumbling until he finds the hole for the head. He flips his jeans once to untangle the legs and then begins to tug them on.

"Dammit, I can't find my shirt," Artemis growls and almost makes him fall over in the search. He yelps, grabbing onto the wall to finish hopping into his pants.

"I'll help," he says, ignoring the zipper to feel around the ground. "Ah, here's your underwear." He holds it up with one finger.

"They're not fuckin' silk, you don't have the hold them like they're delicate," Artemis says, snatching them out of his hands and balling them up into her pocket. Dick snorts back laughter. "Dammit, where the fuck is my shirt, I can't—oh, I'm good now." He hears a zip, though he doesn't remember Artemis's shirt having a zipper…

"Good." Even better is that they were already barefoot so they don't have to worry about shoes. He can't find his hoodie, but he'll come back for it later. "You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah, c'mon," she grabs his hand as he pulls out his sunglasses from his jeans. Years of practice makes it easy to put them on with one hand, while running, with Artemis's hair blowing in his face. It's only when Artemis finally pulls ahead enough that her hair isn't obscuring everything that he notices.

"Wha—'Mis, you're wearing my hoodie!"

"Cause I couldn't find my fucking shirt!" she yells over her shoulder, almost tripping over her sweats because she obviously didn't bother tying the string tight, and damn, there's a delicious slice of skin there.

The siren is off now, meaning that everyone is probably already in the damn briefing room, and Conner for sure heard her yell that out. Dick hopes their messy hair will be attributed to the run and not to other activities. The only thing he can do now is try to stand appropriately distant from Artemis as they walk in.

"Guys!" Gar bounds up to them as they slow to a stop. "What took you?"

"I was on the other side of the cave and she waited for me," Dick says smoothly. Artemis simply shrugs and makes her way over nonchalantly to where M'gann is. "What's the emergency?"

Mal eyes him weirdly. "The Justice League wanted our help…" He trails off.

Then Dick realizes everyone is eyeing him weirdly.

He swallows. "What?"

Gar wrinkles his nose. "Why are you wearing a girl's shirt?"

"Wha—" He looks down. "Oh." He grabbed Artemis's shirt. Artemis's tight-fitting, low V-neck, lilac shirt with a vintage print of a woman with large sunglasses. Rather unmistakably female.

He makes the mistake of looking at Artemis, and as if on cue, everyone turns to stare at her. Artemis stiffens, the very tips of her ear beginning to turn pink.

"And that's… your hoodie she's wearing, isn't it?" Gar looks back and forth confusedly between them. "Why were you playing dress up with each other's clothes?"

Babs chooses that moment to add, "And your fly's undone."

M'gann is giggling and Conner has a grin on his face, even though this never happened to them because M'gann could shapeshift her friggin' clothing. Mal has the highest eyebrow raised on earth, and Babs has a smirk that could rival Catwoman's. The rest of the younger team look baffled, and Dick can feel his neck getting hot as he sputters.

Jaime suddenly yells, "Don't give me those mental pictures, man!" and as usual, it's not clear who he's talking to.


I love you, Jaime.