Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice.

Wally groaned. He wasn't sure if it was out of pleasure of exasperation; it could go either way. His neck was aching, protesting against the strain of being turned for over an hour now. But the blush that had settled on his cheeks refused to leave and he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had gotten under his skin. Which she hadn't. Even though they were close enough that it might actually be feasible.

Due to a series of poorly timed events and utter lack of luck that he refused to relive in memory, he was now trapped in a small room – if it even could be called a room considering its dimensions – with the one person he hated the most: Artemis.

It wasn't just trapped though; they were literally pressed up against one another. He could feel the ghost of her breath on his neck, her thighs pushed against his, her chest rubbing against him with each breath –

'No,' Wally thought. 'Don't think about that. Think of Megan. Sweet, kind beautiful Megan...'

She shifted slightly in place so that her groin stroked his and he had to bite his tongue to suppress a moan.

'How much longer is the team going to take?' he thought, his hands making fists. He was a teenager; there was only so much more of this he could take.

"Wally" Artemis stated, interrupting his thoughts. He jerked his head for a moment to turn and look at her before remembering his predicament. He kept looking towards the left instead.

"What?" he answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

He could feel her strong gaze on him and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead. "Look at me."

"Why?" he answered, his voice cracking. Her breath was near his ear now, tickling him.

She sighed, her lips almost caressing his ear. "Just do it."

Wally felt his resistance receding and obliged, slowly turning his head towards her. He winced all the while, his neck finally released from its prior position.

He was met by sharp blue eyes and felt his blush darken, if it was possible. Wanting to look anywhere but, he chose to stare at her lips instead, looking for a smirk. Instead he saw a frown, her soft pink lips curving downward. An urge to kiss them overwhelmed him and he ground his teeth to stop himself.

"You idiot, I knew it; you've been hurting your neck," Artemis said, her voice holding a ting of worry. Soft but firm hands made their way to his neck and he unconsciously tried to move away. She glared at him, pulling him back in her direction. "Don't move."

Her hands kneaded at his neck delicately, finding each pressure point and easing out the tension. Wally sighed contentedly, the stress flowing out of him. He found himself staring at her collarbone while she worked, how it shifted as she moved her arms and hands. The way it jutted outwards when she moved towards the back of his neck before settling down when she returned to the front; it was hypnotizing.

It was only minutes later that Wally noticed Artemis was no longer massaging his neck and a weight was on his right shoulder. Glancing to his right, he was dazed to see her asleep on him, arms holding onto his back.

He looked at the expression on her sleeping face and smiled, unable to feel the usual animosity he associated her appearance. Wrapping her arms around him, he shifted so she was leaning comfortably on him. Wally closed his eyes, his head nuzzling in her blonde hair. He briefly wondered what the others would think when they found them, the thought fading as he fell asleep.

A/N: I know it's a bit early to imagine any romance (although many have and I have enjoyed ;D) but I could not help it. Let me know if it's any good!