Summary: A future where Wally and Artemis are in a steady relationship. Date night. (Sort of)
"I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
You can't hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don't come easy
It's a game of give and take"
– Cant Hurry Love, Diana Ross
Wally checked his watch for what seem like the hundredth time that evening. The second hand ticked forward. Looking back up, the red head smiled weakly at the Asian woman sat opposite him.
"Would you like another glass of coke?" the woman questioned, her brown eyes warm.
"I'm good thanks." Wally replied, his hand jumping to the back of his head. He was uncharacteristically nervous; glancing around the sparsely decorated apartment he resisted the urge to grimace. He liked big couches and even bigger TV's, not some sort of zen living crap. Wally glanced back at Mrs Crock hoping she hadn't noticed anything. Artemis' mother, despite giving off all appearances of being normal, gave him the heebie-jeebies.
"I like your..." the speedster searched frantically for something to talk about. "Plant."
"Oh," Mrs Crock gave the young boy opposite her a small smile.
"Yeah, I really like plants. They're fascinating..."
"I never really give them much thought." Mrs Crock replied, her delicate features forming into a slight frown.
"Mmhmm – they're, uh, green. Usually. And there's photosynthesis. I can't do that, can you do that?" Wally rabbited uselessly, hoping that Artemis would eventually materialise.
"I cant say that I..." the paraplegic woman began, faintly bemused at the strange turn the conversation had taken.
"Just ignore him Mom,"
The sense of relief that was now pouring off Wally in droves was not lost on Artemis, sending a discreet elbow into his side she gave him a pointed look.
"Sorry about that Mrs Crock, I have this thing about rambling..."
"And apparently plants," the seated woman commented lightly.
Wally stretched his mouth into a grin, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh. The archer's blue eyes narrowed slightly, slamming her fist into Wally's leg she grabbed his hand.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow Mom." Artemis muttered, before swooping down and placing a chaste kiss against the older woman's cheek.
"Look after yourself dear."
"I always do," Artemis offered reassuringly, before dragging Wally from the room.
Once they were safely in the hall Wally gave the girl next to him a hard look; before forcing out the three syllables, that only moments before, had fallen on his incredulous ears. "Tomorrow?"
"Right." Artemis nodded, clearly thinking the topic was dismissed. "So, where are we going?"
"Wait, hold up. Where are you going to sleep?" Wally questioned, his green eyes swimming with sheer disbelief.
"Well I was hoping in your bed," the blonde replied, matter of a fact.
The teenager chocked, his fair skin colouring a deep red. Coughing several times in attempt to clear his airways; the speedster sent Artemis a surreptitious glance, trying to decipher if it was all an elaborate wind-up. "My bed?"
"Unless you have a problem with that?" The blonde countered, doing her level best to sound nonchalant. Not like her boyfriend had possibly gagged at the thought of sharing the same square foot of bed with her.
"Problem?" Wally squeaked. "No problem at all, we'll just be sleeping right?" the red head laughed nervously. There were some things that, despite having read nearly every book on every university course, he just wasn't prepared for. And besides, he'd always been better at the theory.
"Sleeping..." Artemis nodded, trying to hide her disappointment. "Exactly."
Wally turned sharply to face her, he knew the archer well enough to realise when she wasn't being entirely genuine. "I mean..." The red head paused, what was he supposed to say? I'd really like to have sex with you, only I'm worried you might laugh in my face when I ask if its in yet? Because, he might as well face it, with his experience (or lack there of) – he was going to be asking the question. Coughing the speedster tried again, very much aware that Artemis was hanging on to every word.
"Sleeping will obviously play a part in the nights activities..." Wally did his best to smile, trying to dispel the tension. "But um, we can always see what else happens."
"What else happens?" Artemis reiterated, leaning into the red head ever so slightly.
"Right..." he nodded. Emboldened - a phrase, Wally swore he must have borrowed from Roy, tumbled from his mouth unchecked. "Or we could just go back to my place and see what happens now?"
Artemis expelled a stream of giggles, "Easy there big fella. I'm not that kind of girl..."
Wally smiled, his green eyes meeting hers, "Turns out I am."
"What, a bit of a slut?" Artemis teased, leaning in closer to the speedster, her blue eyes glinting with good humour.
"That's one way of putting it."
Closing the gap between them entirely Artemis pressed her warm lips firmly against Wally's before pulling back and whispering. "It doesn't matter what happens tonight, I just want to spend it with you."
Wally smiled warmly, "I'm glad you said that."
Gently clasping Artemis' hand, Wally pulled the girl stood before him into a further kiss; their lips meeting and parting, tongues waging an age old war.
A/N: I hope none of that was a little too crass for anyone? Considering the rating and stuff.. Erm I assume Artemis' mum is Mrs Crock? Anyway! I hope you guys liked it and let me know what you think!
