"Silver Bells, Christmas Lights, and Angel Wings"

By: The Angelic Temptress

Disclaimer: None of the borrowed characters are mine. Those people who created the show and its stars own them, but they don't know how to "truly" use them to their full potential…

Rating: PG-13, I hope.

Spoilers: Through "Wake the Dead"

A/N: I want to thank all of you who have left reviews, especially those who leave your names. I am very open to criticism, but I believe it should only be taken with appreciation if that person has left his or her name. (BTW, I'm not talking to those who were just too lazy to log in; I do that all the time.)

A/N2: I'm sorry that I've been spelling "Zatanna" incorrectly. Oops.

5

"So what then? You're just going to walk away? Try to outrun the past, your problems, and the fact that I'm still in love with you?"

Shayera stopped dead and slowly turned to face her former lover. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Actually, I know exactly what I'm saying."

"John, if you love me, you'll let me go. And if you love me, you'll respect that I… that I can't be in your life."

His radiant eyes slanted a bit as he started to stroll toward her. "I respect that you don't want to break my heart. I respect the fact that you're upset, concerned, and good old-fashioned scared, but I can't walk away from you, Shy. I don't think it would be wise for either of us to ignore our situation."

"Could you open your green eyes for one second and see what has happened because of me?"

"I know. I was there. Remember?"

The redhead huffed and crossed her arms.

"I don't think it needs to be stated, but I'll say it anyway. I've already forgiven you. The past is past."

"Is it?" she challenged. "Can you forget that I lied to you? That I sold all your secrets to my Commander? That you were the 'other man?' That I was promised to Hro? Can you forgive all that?"

John disregarded her replies. "You said that you never lied about loving me."

"Forget it." The Thanagarian began for the other end of the alley a second time but didn't get far. A green aura captured her body and pinned her to the brick wall. "John, you son of a –"

The Green Lantern she knew so well stepped in front of her and allowed the glow to disappear. "Look into my eyes and tell me that you don't love me. Just try and lie to me."

"John…" Shayera lowered her large eyes and struggled to focus on the melting snow and the puddles the rain had formed. Unexpectedly, a finger was placed beneath her chin, forcing Shy to meet is eyes.

How she would have killed to drown in those eyes…

"Convince me that you don't want me, love me, or need me. Try and tell me that you don't find yourself looking my way in a crowded room, that you don't dream about the past and futures we could have. Try and convince me of your love for another; tell me that you haven't imagined being with me since we've…"

A tear slipped from her left eye, but he gently wiped it away with his thumb, simultaneously caressing her cold cheek.

"I can't love you anymore, John."

That didn't go over lightly. The ex-marine shoved her against the wall hard, gripping her shoulders with enough strength to frighten her. His breathing quickened, and his eyes were ablaze.

"Can't? Or won't?" When she didn't answer, John Stewart pressed his hot lips to hers. At first, she tried to resist, but she relaxed with every passing moment. Soon enough, his tongue was exploring her mouth, and she didn't mind at all.

Her hands slipped beneath his duster, glided over his sculpted back muscles, and made a trail to his waist. She pulled his hips closer and started kissing his lips in return.

VV

"Hey kid," Zatanna's voice called down the corridor as Flash walked toward the kitchen. "Wait up."

"What is it?" he asked without really looking at her.

"The thing you said in there… It was good. Real good. I think you hit a home run with that speech."

A smile appeared on his thin lips, and he shrugged. "Yeah well, she's the closest thing I have to a sister. One thing I know is that family comes first, that it needs protecting."

"I heard some of the others talking; they were shocked that they hadn't been reprimanded by GL instead of you. I think you gained a whole lot of respect in those few minutes."

"Thanks, Z."

"Anytime."

VV

From his position behind her, John moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. The area just behind the ear was very sensitive, and he remembered she liked his lips traveling from the base of her neck and to that special spot.

He was rewarded with a small moan.

After snaking his hands around her waist, he carefully slipped his fingers beneath her shirt to touch her stomach. That was his favorite area of her slender figure; it was so firm.

From there, his steady fingers moved over her black shirt and then back up, this time below it.

As he had expected, she liked him inside of her.

VV

"Christmas really bites this year," Wally West mumbled as he stomped down the main street of Central City. It was still raining on his side of town, and he hated it.

Nothing was going right; it couldn't even snow.

"Damn it!" a girl wearing a bright blue coat with a white cap and scarf cried as she dropped a bag of groceries. The redheaded boy couldn't remember ever seeing anyone so stunning before.

Without using his super speed, Wally raced over to her and squatted beside the beauty. "Can I give you a hand?" he offered with the most charming smile he could muster as he picked up her bags. "You look like you're having some trouble."

She thanked him with a grin that he couldn't quite read.

"I'm Wally," he stated with a squeak he hoped she hadn't noticed. That was the last thing he needed.

"Linda."

"Pleased to meet you, Linda."

She nodded. "I'd offer you my hand, but yours are full at the moment."

"Where's your car? I could help you load them."

The girl, who seemed to be about West's age, slightly shrugged her shoulders. "I don't have a car. My place is just a block away."

"Even better."

VV

Shayera watched John stuff her panties into his pocket and quietly moaned when he gave a thrust. He still hand her pinned to the wall, but her legs were wrapped around his waist this time.

The rain was still falling, but she wasn't paying much attention to that. What John was doing was much more… intriguing and entertaining.

Another whimper escaped her throat, and she tried to keep her mouth shut so no one would hear. Sure enough, John's hand had covered her mouth in an attempt to help.

Shy had already done the same to him.

This way, their moans were a little muffled. Once they were both "satisfied," Shayera leaned her head back against the wall and looked up toward the sky. The rain had turned into snow, and she realized they were beneath mistletoe.

"John?"

"Yeah?"

"I think we took 'Kissing under the mistletoe' to a whole new level."

Her statement received a hardy laugh.