Author: Utsukushii Kohana PM
Zatanna doesn't understand how they ended up like this.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance - Zatanna Z. & Artemis C./Artemis - Words: 417 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8397570
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Zatanna doesn't understand how they ended up like this. Oneshot.
A/N: Written for my fantastic bb, bentfire, who requested a Snaibsel with "shh" as prompt. I love her so much! She's the best Zatanna an Artemis could ever ask for. I really hope she'll like this.
Disclaimer: Don't own Young Justice.
Zatanna doesn't understand how they ended up like this.
Not that she's complaining. Not at all.
She'd be the first to admit that she'll always have some sort of attraction towards her friend. Artemis is beautiful, sensual, and somehow at this moment very under her.
One of her arms has slipped around the archer's bare waist while her other hand has already found its way between her legs, massaging small, rough circles, causing Artemis to squirm more and more with delight. A tentative moan escapes her lips and she has to dig her fingers deep into the mattress for support.
Artemis whimpers longingly as Zatanna suddenly pulls away, feeling the tenderness on the insides of her thighs throbbing as her pleasure is denied. She sits up, leaning on her elbows, looking at the younger girl confused.
"Are you sure you want to go further? We usually either talk or go on missions on our girl's night. I don't know if you really want this, I know I do but do you? I fear it's you being intoxicated. Maybe we should stop now before it gets out hand. Because I don't want to get hurt."
Artemis blinks slowly, processing everything Zatanna just spilled out.
"Zee," Artemis grins slyly, her fingers tucking a loose strand of her raven black hair behind her ear. "All we ever do is talk or fight the bad guys. It's time for a change."
Downing the last remains from the bottle of the wine in one go, Zatanna still frowns doubtfully to which Artemis cocks an eyebrow like she's waiting for her to just get it already.
"Do you really mean it? Because it's not that I—,"
In one swift motion Artemis leans forward and presses her lips against Zee's, interrupting her mid-speech.
"Shh," she simply replies, her smirk broadening devilishly.
She feels the heat that had risen in the room spread across her like a fire. She gingerly bends down to kiss her throat, suckling on the crook of her neck, skin burning against skin.
And that night they don't talk.