Summary: Who would have thought going undercover would have been so much hassle

"But I wont mind if you take me home

Come on, take me home

I wont mind if you take off all your clothes

Come on, take them off"

- Better When You're Naked, Ida Maria

Looking down Artemis suppressed a shudder; gone was her green uniform and sensible shoes. Instead, she... she looked like a slut. Thanks to a pair of chicken fillets her breasts had been pushed upwards and outwards, the soft mounds quivering ever so slightly as she walked, or more accurately, tottered on five inch heels. Looking to her right she had to all but suppress a giggle at the sight of Wally. Gone was his red hair, now there was a slicked back mop of long dark locks. His eyelashes and eyebrows tinted brown and his freckles hidden by foundation and tufts of fake facial hair. His Kid Flash uniform switched for tight white jeans and a black silk shirt. In short, he looked the ridiculous part he was supposed to be playing. Heavy bass music thrummed through the dimly lit club they were frequenting, as scantily clad women swung around poles in several cages dotted about the cavernous room. Tugging nervously at the bottom of the scarlet red dress she had been forced in to, her long legs oiled and far too exposed for her liking, Artemis attempted to cover more of her thighs. Shooting a look over her shoulder the archer sent a cursory glance towards a knot of men in a secluded booth; they all looked at her in turn, a certain element of distrust flitting across their features.

"Grab it!" Artemis hissed as she turned to face forward. Her blonde hair bounced around her ears and eyes, thanks to hot rollers and hairspray applied in liberal amounts.

"Grab what?" Wally squeaked.

"Grab my damn ass. Now." Artemis replied through gritted teeth, her Kohl lined eyes narrowed in frustration.

"Do I have to?"

"West, they're not falling for it. You're supposed to be a big time Mafia boss and I'm the cheap floozy... So get your paws on my butt and squeeze..."

The speedster swallowed heavily, several thoughts firing off all at once. Did teenage lust or sheer terror win out? Gritting his teeth his hand tentatively moved towards Artemis backside, her hips swung sensually and she jiggled. Wally audibly gulped as something familiar shifted in his nether regions; they were doing it for the team - for the mission. Finally his hand reached out. Clapping down on her right buttock he squeezed, her supple flesh yielding under his grip. Any other time Wally would have been glad to have a girls ass glued firmly to his hand. But not when he had just tried to convince four would be arms-dealers that he was, in fact, Yuri from Moscow, interested in purchasing some weapons grade plutonium.

"Are you ok with this?" Wally asked hesitantly. "I just want to make it clear, in touching you I do not view you as a cheap floozy..."

"Shut up West," Artemis replied curtly. "Now kiss my neck...and for God's sake, you're not kneading a lump of dough. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend, you're supposed to like doing this."

"I'm sorry that my technique isn't measuring up to your exacting standards but I'm just a little concerned by the guys out back wielding AK-47s..." Wally whispered as his mouth skimmed against Artemis neck. Breathing in he caught the familiar floral scent of her perfume; for a brief second Wally wished it wasn't because of a mission that the two had been thrown together. Finally Wally's lips met the smooth the skin of Artemis' neck, the blonde leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut. The speedster fought back the urge to the punch the air, there was no way in hell that Artemis was that good an actress, she was actually enjoying it. The archer cracked open her eyes and cast a glance over her shoulder, the men had gone back to their conversation. They were safe. Despite being in the all clear and no longer needing to keep up the pretence Artemis didn't say anything. For a fleeting second she wanted Wally to do a lot more than cop a feel. What she wanted was for Wally to leave her hot and gasping for breath as her thighs wrapped around his waist... The images that had been conjured by her minds eyes were suddenly stamped out. She was not into Wally West. She couldn't be into Wally West. And most of all, she wouldn't let the speedster know that she might, quite possibly, be into Wally West.

"Why is your hand still on my butt?"

Wally quickly removed the offending appendage; he wasn't going to let Artemis think he might possibly like having it there.

A/N: So a little shorter than most but I hope you guys liked it and, as always, let me know what you think.