Disclaimer- Do not own Young Justice or any of it's characters.
Rating: T for slight sexual implications
Promptee: Myself. Idk, something I thought of today. Short, sweet, to the point fluff.
When Artemis steps out of the shower, she realizes she's forgotten a towel. She curses to herself in a low voice, body dripping with cooling drops of water that seep into the mat beneath her curling toes.
"Perfect," she rasps, leaning back over the tub to give her hair one final squeeze out. This whole forgetting the towel thing has become a bad habit of hers, but for once her mother isn't here for her to yell to bring her one from the cupboard in the hall.
The blonde pokes her head out into her room, eyes drifting up to the clock above her vanity.
Five. Wally shouldn't be here for another thirty minutes… or later, she snorts, remembering how fashionably late her boyfriend always is. He swears up and down that his uncle just rubbed off on him, that he used to be a very punctual kind of guy. Artemis highly doubts that.
Tossing her drenched hair over her shoulder, the archer pads across her room and out into the hall, striding with purpose to the cupboard in the wall. She starts to dig for a good towel, one of the really fluffy ones; so focused on her task is she, that the sound of footsteps across the floor boards hardly registers with her.
And when she thinks about that fact later, she kind of wants to kill herself. What kind of hero gets that distracted by something as trivial as fluffy cotton towels?
"Artemis?" comes a strangled, choked voice. The sound of it has her body stiffening, her hands halting in their exploration of the towel choices. Her cheeks catch fire and she turns her head, horrified to see Wally standing there, eyes wide and very raptly glued to her naked torso despite the rubicund color his cheeks, ears, and neck have taken on.
What she wouldn't give to sink into the floor.
Not naked in the fun way, not naked in the fun way!
"Wally, what the hell are you doing here!?" she shrieks in a voice higher than her own, fumbling with the towel she pulls out at random; of course it's her luck that she managed to grab one of the smaller, rattier ones that has seen better days. It barely covers her in the places she needs it to, but it's better than nothing. Wallace's face is stained the color of Koolaid, eyes still wide and fixated on her. The covering of her body seems to snap him out of it, and he takes a fumbling step backwards, one hand coming up to shield his eyes.
"I'm sorry! I-I decided to come over early, how was I supposed to know you'd be running around naked!?" he stutters out, turning his back on her for good measure. Face still hot, Artemis pushes a loose strand of wet hair away from her eyes.
She feels in some part like she might be overreacting to the situation; her and Wally have been steadily getting to the seeing-each-other-naked point in their relationship, after all. But then again, this was so not how she'd wanted Wally to see her naked for the first time.
"It's fine, Wally," she sighs out, starting to take backwards steps to her room. "Just… go wait in the living room, I'll be out in a minute, okay?"
She watches him stumble away, muttering more apologies, nearly bumping into an end table situated at the edge of the hallway. She shakes her head at him in good humor, face still feeling hot and her emotions quite on the embarrassed side. She closes her door and leans against it, letting out a breath, wishing for all the world that she had just remembered to grab a fucking towel.
It takes her about thirty minutes to finish up, though a good length of it had been spent untangling her locks and dwelling over what had happened. Wally is sitting on the couch when she comes out, his body rather straight and tense looking, quite the contrast to his usual laid back attitude. The archer clears her throat, and his head whips around.
Eyes lock and cheeks flush, and she really hates how much she feels like an embarrassed school girl right now, but her emotions are betraying her.
Because this was supposed to have happened differently, she groans inwardly as she pads over to him. Because this was supposed to have happened in a quiet, private moment when we were both prepared.
"So… I'm ready," Artemis tells him uselessly, plopping down on the couch cushion beside him. It sinks in due to lame springs. The speedster will barely look at her at first, but then he finally does, and his hand is flying to the back of his neck as words tumble forth in a babbling stream.
"I'm so sorry, Artemis, I should've knocked, or," he pauses, flailing his hands a little bit as he digs for the words. "Or I don't know I just didn't expect you to be so naked and—"
Artemis places two of her fingers against his sputtering lips, having heard enough. He quiets, and she looks over at him with what she hopes is something like a soothing kind of expression
"It's fine, Wally. I mean, it's not like… it's not like we were never going to get there," she says, chewing at her bottom lip. She sees his Adam's apple bob a little, the barest of flushes covering his freckles. A hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck, the way it always does when he's nervous or unsure. She kind of wants to kiss him whenever he does that.
So she does, on one of his warm cheeks. He smiles a little sheepishly and then stands up, holding his hand out to her. She returns his smile and takes the proffered assistance
"Ready for our date, babe?" he asks, and she can feel his hand trembling a little beneath hers, either from nerves or some fear that because of that little fiasco she won't want to go on a date with him anymore. She rolls her eyes at the thought, tightening her grip on his hand and pulling him towards the front door.
"Let's get this show on the road, Kid Boyfriend."
He laughs a little at her, following her until her palm is on the knob.
"And, um, Artemis?"
She halts, turning to face him,
"This, uh, might sound better in my head, and you can totally kick me if it's inappropriate to say but… you're beautiful, Artemis. I mean it."
The seriousness his voice holds despite his blush makes a warm feeling spread through her limbs. She takes a few steps toward him, close enough to lean up slightly and connect their lips. They're chapped but fervent and soft beneath her own, and the comforting feel of his palms coming to rest on her hips has her sighing into his mouth. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls away, petting the curling hairs at his nape.
"Thanks, Wally," she intones, sliding away from him, taking his hand again to guide him outside. He follows in a bit of a daze, and it's with a wicked smirk on her face that she informs him of future arrangements.
"Of course, it's only fair that I get to see you naked now. I'll let you ponder the when and where over dinner, Flash Boy."