It's a calm afternoon, or at least it should be, but you're not the kind of person who takes things easy. *Wally wanted to have a pre-Christmas party. You know, inviting friends, family and some League members, and he's so excited, and actually, you are too, even though you're now in the kitchen, preparing cookies with speed and stress, when a soft touch wraps around your waist. “What's cooking good looking” He jokes, murmuring in your ear, resting his chin on your shoulder making his breath tickle your neck.

You try to act tough “Don't joke now, I'm busy.”

“I know, I know....” He says, tightening his grip on your waist a little “You look pretty when you're concentrating so hard.”

And you can almost see his smirk, even though you're turning your back to him “Let me help, gorgeous, don't get so overwhelmed.” He whispers