HEADRUSH.

How physically attracted they are to your muse

How romantically attracted they are to your muse

How often they would like to have sex with yours. 

Where they would most likely have sex with yours 

Whether they think yours would be  “good”  in bed 

What titles / nicknames my muse would like to call yours during sex

Up to 3 kinks they would like to explore with yours  ( with consent of course )

What sort of sex they’d prefer to have with yours  ( slow & sensual, quickie, etc. )

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She laughs. ❝ No way, Baby Bird. Keep your money. You're stuck with me for the night whether you like it nor not. ❞

[F01]  [R]  crowds  [S]  against  a  wall,  their  hand  sliding  up  [S]’s  side.

[F02]  [R]  takes  [S]’s  chin  between  their  fingers,  tilting  their  face  up  slowly.

[F03]  [R]  steps  between  [S]’s  knees,  hands  settling  on  their  thighs.

[F04]  [R]  leans  in  close  to  [S]’s  ear.

[F05]  [R]  grabs  the  back  of  [S]’s  shirt  and  pulls  them  in.

[F06]  [R]  pins  one  of  [S]’s  wrists  above  their  head,  the  other  hand  resting  low  on  their  waist.

[F07]  [R]  runs  their  thumb  over  [S]’s  lower  lip,  slow  and  deliberate.

[F08]  [R]  presses  their  forehead  to  [S]’s,  breathless,  waiting  for  a  reaction.

[F09]  [R]  hooks  a  finger  in  the  collar  of  [S]’s  clothes  and  tugs  them  closer.

[F10]  [R]  cages  [S]  in  with  both  arms,  gaze  dropping  to  their  mouth.

[F11]  [R]  slides  their  hand  around  the  back  of  [S]’s  neck,  guiding  them  forward.

[F12]  [R]  pulls  [S]  onto  their  lap  with  little  warning.

[F13]  [R]  backs  [S]  onto  a  bedroll,  hovering  just  above  them.

[F14]  [R]  traces  a  line  down  [S]’s  chest  slowly

[F15]  [R]  stands  behind  [S],  one  hand  settling  firmly  on  their  hip.

[F16]  [R]  tilts  [S]’s  face  toward  theirs.

[F17]  [R]  slips  their  fingers  into  [S]’s  hair,  pulling  gently.

❝ joke’s on you, I never WENT to school . ❞ Bart replies a little too smugly while he not-so-subtly sneaks bites sized chunks of Artemis’ ingredients and pops them into his mouth . At this rate he may FINISH dinner before it’s even cooked .

Artemis’ fantasy is … sweet . like Alice dreaming of her wonderland . the last thing Bart wants to do is SHATTER that looking glass .

❝ I never said I’d lie about everything, Artemis ! ❞ he shrugs while looking up at her through his bangs, which have gotten a bit unruly lately from lack of a trim .

❝ how about I tell you as MUCH as I can, and stay for dinner in exchange ? you ask, and if I can, I’ll tell . ❞ he takes a slice from her cutting board, smiling . ❝ here’s one for free . you and Wally pretty much kick bad guy ass ‘till the end . ❞

he hesitates for a moment, looking to the side, then meets her gaze again . none of this stuff should effect the outcome of his mission … Bart admits to himself that the archer was one of his soft spots . ❝ and you’re really good with kids . and you’ll make a GREAT mom one day . ❞

Artemis's brow quirks but she doesn't stop chopping. The lettuce is fine and exactly even and as she scrapes the rest of it into the awaiting boll, she reaches for another half to begin disassembling. Her eyes narrow when she realises some of her ingredients has been stolen, and she aims a hand swiftly when she has a sneaking suspicion of what Bart dares to grab next. ❝ Don't even think about it. ❞ She goes back to what she is doing. ❝ You will eat when I say everything is ready. ❞

The speedster's words aren't lost upon her. He hadn't gone to school? There is a strange tone that bounces through, as though his sarcasm is a little too on the nose. Her nose crinkles silently in thought, but she leaves the thought bare for now. She will definitely be talking about that with Wally later. She files it away, allowing herself to be soothed by the reassurance of Bart's answer to her questions.

So they end up happy, then?

There is a small smile that pulls at the corners of her lips. The idea of her ever becoming a mother had seemed inconceivable. But Wally had all but shattered it, and now becoming his wife and having a family not only seemed possible, but something she wants. A life she wishes for, to have it all with him. She bites her lip in an attempt to hide, but it does not do much to quell her happiness at Bart's answer. It was vague enough, but she could read between the lines. Right?

She finally looks back over at him, turning so that she leans against the counter instead. Artemis pins him down with a cloudy stare and a raised brow, mouth now back in a thin line as she watches him. ❝ I figured. We all have our reasons for the decisions we make, ❞ she answers with a shrug. ❝ But the burden of carrying whatever it is all on your own... It's gonna catch up with you. I learned a long time ago that it's better to be honest. So why not let us help you carry it a little? ❞

In one split-second, my tomorrows, every last one of them, are transformed from a single bolt of lightning. Now and forever, I'm fast... I'M FREE. Nothing will ever hold me back.

Homegirl got a haircut.