A/N: Update after only 1 day? I must have heroes on the brain :^D I'm still open to Prompts for anyone who wants to send me some. They really focus these story and keep me from writing these masochistic pieces (unless you're into that, idk & idc).

I have posted this on my tumblr #pencilmuncher and on my AO3 account munchin-munchkin.

I felt bad writing this...

Kisses. So many kisses. Artemis remembered every kind of kiss Wally had given her.

His favorite were the fast ones, kisses stolen when she least expected it. Sometimes he would cheat and use his superspeed, appearing in front of her while she was in between classes, give her a smooch and then run off. She lost count of the alleged "wally-sightings" their non-hero friends had because of him.

Artemis loved all the different kisses she shared with him. The hard ones after winning a battle. The really hard ones after a tough mission. Memories of the cold cave wall against her back and hot lips on her collarbone danced in her head. She could hear Kaldur looking for them and Conner trying to lead him away. Wally would always whisper a "thanks Con", knowing that he heard it before sweeping Artemis off her feet and running home.

The holidays were filled with sweet kisses, only given when the right words were said. The firm ones when words just weren't enough. It was always a trade-off between those two. The cheek-kisses when the lips were just out of reach. The nose kisses he always gave her in winter. The kisses on her eyelids and forehead when he thought she was asleep. She even loved those cheesy kisses that he blew her, no matter how embarrassing they were.

But her favorite were the soft kisses. The ones they shared when they were so sure of everything. Their Paris kiss, their first kiss, kisses shared during the best and worst one times. It would always take her a second to catch up to him, but not much more. And then they were off.

Their last kiss, the one she almost couldn't feel, was firm and fast. Hard enough to tell her she was going to be mad later, but fast enough to know that it couldn't be helped. She just didn't know it was his last goodbye. She remembers staring at the monitor, wondering if it would be enough. She remembers a warm feeling pressed to the corner of her lips. (She still can't believe he missed.) She remembers turning around and seeing the glowing light fade too fast to see him leave her. She remembers seeing the yellow streak that had her heart be struck one too many times and fade away. She doesn't remember much else, except for the fact that she never even got to say goodbye.

So now when she sits in the snow all she can think of is how the flakes feel like his fast kisses. How the biting wind is like his hard ones. How the white scene almost looks like the blur he would carry her through. She loves the winter, because it was so Wally. Powerful, sweet, a little too much, and something that couldn't last forever.

She always prays that spring will never come.