47. Stolen Peace – WW/FL (100 words)
The couch is narrow, lumpy, and an ugly puce color. Still, it doesn't stop either one from curling up on it. Wally's fingers play with her hair while the other arm drapes over her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest. Between work and the League, family and friends, social obligations, it's not hard to see why they don't see each other more often.
Even though dinner is burning and the television is blasting a horrible commercial, neither is in a hurry to move. If anything, Diana snuggles up and Wally holds tighter, and they focus on the others' breathing.