As far as Wally was concerned, there was no bad place to make out with Artemis. And they tried a lot.

They were both fairy acquaintances with each other's couches. They really knew well each other's beds. Kitchen's counters of almost every house were no strangers to the hormonal teenagers.

But something had to be said about the wonderful thing that was making out against a wall. Wally could have never foreseen that it would be that good. As he pressed Artemis' body to the closet's wall, his lips searching further into hers, and she let out a sound that seemed to shoot adrenaline through his whole body, he decided that no place could actually be better than a wall.

There were very little places of his body that weren't touching hers, and that alone was something to celebrate. His hands had easy access everywhere, and so did his lips. She had her legs spread, securing him even closer than he thought possible, and Wally was sure he was going to die right there.

What a wonderful death would that be.

But then Artemis being Artemis had to show him that things can always get better. Without much warning she used her left hand to push him away a little and as soon as his legs were untangled from hers – his expression completely lost and confused – she pushed him against the wall and pressed her body into his.

"Oh God." He muttered when she kissed him again.

He tried pulling her closer, but she made sure to let him know that she was the one in charge. She pressed her knee between his legs, approximating them as much as physically possible, and used her hand to draw his head closer, even as her upper body totally pressed him against the wall.

"Enjoy that, Wall-man?" She asked in between kisses and he could feel her smirk on his skin.

"You got us in a closet to make out against a wall just so you could say that, didn't you?" And if he didn't love her before, Christ, he did now.

She shrugged lightly and grinned wildly. "Maybe."

Yep, he definitely did now.