A/N: Hello friends, it is I! And I'm finally back with some more Spitfire goodness. I know its been a long, long time and I hope I can make it up to you guys. So I literally just reread the reviews from the last chapter and I'm smiling so hard. To think that some of you think these are really well writen is the main reason why I keep doing these things, so thank you. I love all of you precious little cuties to bits! :')

Sweetest Downfall.

The smaller, lightly calloused hand encased in his tightened as Artemis buried her head into the crook of his neck. Wally sighed in content, absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair that had escaped the haphazard up-do that looked like a cross between a bun and a ponytail—though he couldn't be quite sure—she'd thrown her long locks into before they'd left their apartment.

"M'gann said she wants to come over next week and help you cook Christmas Dinner." Her lips moved against the base of his throat as she spoke, and he prayed she couldn't feel the goose bumps it left across his skin.

He made a face. "Huh? I, uh, I thought we agreed it was you cooking this year? Gotta live up to women's reputation of being—"

"Wally I swear to whatever you deem holy, if you make a sexist comment about women in the kitchen, I will personally rid you of that sorry excuse you call 'manhood' so that you can be that woman."

"But I cooked last years meal!" He whined, fighting back the urge to pout. That and the fact her cooking was to die for—literally. The amount of times he and his uncle Barry had fought over her baked apple and berry pies at Thanksgiving was proof of it.

"Oh, cry me a river. Get used to it, Baywatch." Wally knew without even having to look down that his girlfriend was rolling her eyes.

"Ugh, what a way to ruin the moment, babe," he muttered dryly, pulling her further into his lap and placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We'll talk about this later."

He felt her twist in his grip, turning her head to watch Nelson slipping and sliding around in the freshly fallen snow, his ears flopping to the side as he tilted his head and stared at the white substance in the kind of 'what-the-hell-is-this-crap' way dogs usually did when they were confused. Not a minute later, he pawed at it in what looked like frustration, then barked before diving headfirst into it until he disappeared completely. Only his tail stuck out, wagging uselessly. They both laughed when he tried pulling himself out, but must have given up and flopped around in it instead.

"He's so stupid." Wally chuckled into her hair, then winced at the fist she threw into his stomach, and he mentally berated himself because he should have totally expected that for disrespecting her "precious baby boy."

"Don't be mean to my baby boy, he's still learning." Artemis snapped, then her features softened when she cooed out words of praise to Nelson, who'd now managed to wriggle out of the small crater he'd made and began barking in what Wally guessed was dog form of agreement.

Jerk.

He and Nelson already had a man-to-man. . .uh, man-to-dog, conversation just the other night to go over who Artemis actually loved the most. Because seriously, the damn dog needed to be taken down a peg or two—and it wasn't because Wally was jealous at all. Nope. Not one bit.

Okay, so a prime example of just how bad it was; last night he'd met Dick for a quick patrol around Blüdhaven, and came home—tired as hell and in need of some real TLC from his beautiful girlfriend—only then having to explain that the right side of the bed next to said girlfriend the stupid mutt was conveniently perched on was in fact Wally's, and wasn't meant for an eighty pound pitbull who should very well know his place in the sleeping arrangements. He'd then told the damn dog he needed to haul his ass out of Wally's space before he was forced to unleash the Fists of Fury.

Nelson gave him a look that translated into "how about you sleep at the end of the bed for a change, pal" before turning around, but not without giving him a dog form of the stink-eye, and crawled further up the bed, curling up beside his girlfriend. What made it worse was that Artemis rolled over and tugged him closer into her arms, then muttered for Wally to be useful for a change and turn of the damn lights. Nelson growling softly in approval as she unconsciously ran a hand over the short strands of his white pelt.

After a few (cough, ten, cough) tubs of the Ben and Jerry's ice-cream Artemis and Zatanna were saving for a "girls night in," and totally not feeling sorry for himself at all—he begrudgingly slept on the floor that night without a pillow. Why, you ask? Because every time he tried reaching for his one on the bed beside the demonic dog, he'd nearly had his hand taken off. And what a fantastic nights sleep he had. Note the sarcasm.

Wally felt her shiver and instantly pulled her tighter against him, relishing the feel of her in his arms. "Wanna go home now, Beautiful?" He touched a hand to her cheek, feeling the cold seeping into his skin and she lent further into his palm. A content sigh escaped her slightly bluer lips.

"Jesus, you're freezing, babe." He muttered, his words coming out harsher than he intended, mostly at himself because damn it, she looked like she was on the verge of getting hypothermia, all because he was stupid enough to drag her out into this weather because his naturally warm body didn't feel the cold as much as hers did. Yeah, he really hadn't thought this through properly.

Gently tugging her closer into him and hoping she'd warm up, Wally told her to wrap her arms around him as he stood up and slowly headed towards the gates, Nelson bounding up behind them. The untouched snow crunched underneath sneakers with every step he took, and he was finding it extremely difficult not to surrender to his childish instincts and throw himself face-first into it.

Artemis suddenly began thrashing in his grip, pushing her palms flat against his chest. Wally peered down and saw the frown on her face—although there was a gleam in her eyes that didn't match her expression, but the look disappeared before he could work out what it meant. "Put me down, Wally," she sounded panicked now, tugging her bottom lip through her teeth. "I...I think I left my phone back on that bench somewhere ."

With a huff, he complied and set her down on her own two feet. He dug his hands into the pockets of his coat while he waited for her to return and stood silently, watching his breath fog up in the cold night air. Rocking back and forth on his frozen toes wasn't helping with the numbness like he'd thought it would. He turned around to ask her what the hell was taking so long and if she needed any help, when something large and white, and damn cold crashed right into his face, leaving him stumbling around as he wiped off the bits of snow and water dripping down in rivulets off his nose and cheeks.

The lamppost above Artemis bathed her in a bright white glow as she stood with her back straight, both hands full of snow. Everything about her body language screamed defiance. Despite how pissed he was now for being wet—and definitely not in the fun way either—Wally grinned, slowly shaking his head as he inched closer. "Don't start something you can't finish, babe. I guarantee it won't end well."

"Not for you it won't," the smug little smirk that was so damn cute on her widened. She waggled her eyebrows at him. "Come catch me if you can, Flash-boy."

She's playing with fire, he thought. And Wally never backed down from a challenge. Without giving her any sign of warning, he dashed towards her, throwing his arms out to in an attempt to tackle her down, which totally backfired when she moved out of the way at the last split second. His hands just skimmed the sides of her waist and he felt flat on his face with a weak "ooft." Coughing out clumps of churned up snow, Wally tried to haul himself up when two big paws landed on his back, followed by a big wet snout pressing into the side of his mouth.

"Get off me, Nelson!" He near enough screamed, pushing the dog's face away from him when he felt a small playful nip to the end of his nose. The sound of Artemis laughing made his stomach flutter and his heart pound. He gruffly commanded his body not to do that when he was supposed to be pissed at her laughing in his expense. It didn't work.

Her laughter finally subsided into muffled giggles. By this point Wally had finally managed to shuck Nelson from mauling his face with slobbery kisses, and smiled into the snow, despite the freezing cold burning his skin. At the sound of advancing footsteps, he snapped his eyes shut when Artemis crouch down next to him and thread her fingers though his slightly damp hair and whispered his name repeatedly with concern. Although he could hear the amusement clear as day in her voice, he bet all the food in the world she was smirking.

Well that just wouldn't do.

Eventually she gave up and huffed before giving him a hard prod to the side of his rib. Her use of foul language never ceased to astound him. And in a flash, he had her pinned to his chest, a look of bewilderment colored her flustered face. Artemis went to open up her mouth—no doubt with every intent of verbally abusing him again, but Wally slammed a snowball into the side of her head and she let out a surprised squeak instead.

"Rule number one; never underestimate your opponent. Wasn't that one of the very first rules Dinah taught us, babe?" He made a tut of disapproval that had her grinning down at him.

Her hands came down either side of his face as she lowered her lips against his in a slow, and passionate kiss that robbed him of breath. A hand crept under his sweatshirt and he panted against her mouth in excited anticipation. Wally cried out in surprise when icy liquid began running down his stomach and seeping into the waistband of his pants.

"Rule number two: never let your guard down, Kid Frisky."

He wanted to laugh at the arrogance dripping off her words. "That was a dirty trick—even for you, babe." He gasped.

That cheshire cat grin didn't falter as she nodded her head, making the silky ends of her hair tickle the shell of his ear. Wally glanced down at their intertwined fingers and couldn't help but smile; how he of all people got lucky enough to have a woman like Artemis love him was something he'd never be able to comprehend. Not that he was complaining or anything. The slow tingling sensation crawling up his back was becoming slightly uncomfortable as the icy cold slowly burned through his soaked layers of clothing. Before he got frostbite on his ass, he got to his feet and lent down to help her up, pulling her into his arms once more.

Their eyes met, and it was at that point Artemis decided she wanted to torture him to death and smiled a heart stopping smile, the kind of smile men killed other men over. His heart jolted inside his chest as her lips feathered against both sides of his frostbitten cheeks, then moving further down to the end of his nose, until she finally met his own in a light kiss.

"Come on, Baywatch," she tugged on his waist, tucking her face into the side of his chest. "Let's go home and we'll play some more...uh hide and seek. And maybe I'll even let you do that thing you begged me to do last week involving those handcuffs and a can of whipped cream..."

Wally groaned. He sure as hell didn't need to be told twice.