Their relationship didn't start off normally, which suited them. It wasn't simple, wasn't easy, wasn't clean. It grew and shrank in spurts, became rife with fights, speckled with laughter, laden down with tears. But it was perfectly imperfect, just like them. They were in love, and that was all that mattered.

Roy remembered when he first realized just how beautiful Artemis was. She and Wally were having an argument, and he was getting ready to throw his two cents in, when he realized just how…blonde her hair was. It was like rays of sunshine flowing out of her scalp (as creepy as that sounded). And it took every ounce of his willpower to not reach out and run his fingers through said hair. (He had nearly done it, to be honest.)

And then she felt him staring at her, so she focused her glare on him. It was frightening, sure, but then he thought, 'Wow. She's hot when she's mad.' Well, he hadn't thought it so much as said it out loud. He only realized this when he saw Wally gaping at him, and a faint blush adorning Artemis' cheeks.

"What did you just say?" Wally asked incredulously.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Roy replied. Oh crap.

"You…you think I'm hot?" Roy couldn't tell whether Artemis was embarrassed, angry, or flattered. He hoped it was flattered. Either of the other two emotions would most likely lead to her kicking his ass.

"Well, it's not like I'm the only one."

"That's…that's not the point, Roy! You think I'm hot! You're not supposed to think I'm hot!" Artemis yelled. It was at this point that Wally slipped out of the room, but neither archer noticed.

"And why's that?"

"Because…we're enemies!"

"Aren't we on the same side, Arty? The side of justice?"

"Don't call me Arty! And you think I'm the mole, remember? Or are you 'not the only one'?"

"I don't think you're the mole. Not anymore."

"God, Roy, why are you so confusing?!"

"Confusing? I thought I was perfectly clear. Practically translucent."

"Translucent? More like opaque."

Roy stepped closer to her. "You know, 'opaque' actually quite suits me as a description, I think."

"And why's that?" Roy stepped a bit closer to her. He couldn't tell if she was mad anymore. He hoped she'd calmed down just a little bit, because this was not going to be as fun if she was still enraged.

"Well, 'opaque' can mean 'thick', right?" He kept stepping closer and closer, until somehow he had her backed up against a wall, "And there are certain parts of me that are definitely…thick." His lips hovered over hers with the last word.

She involuntarily let out a small gasp, and Roy couldn't help but chuckle. This was going to be fun.

"Oh, really?" She sounded breathless as he placed his hands on her hips. He smirked. And then his hands were on the curves of her bare waist, revealed by her costume, and her breathing was stunted. His hands moved upwards, caressing every inch of her flesh, covered or not, until they were gently cupping her cheeks.

"Would you like to find out?"