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Title: A Matter of Timing
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13 for implications of the sexy kind
Word Count: 553
Characters: Iris, Jai, Wally, Linda
Summary: The twins learn having their dad on call isn't always a good thing.
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
The two glared at each other, neither willing to give an inch. Jaws squared and brows pinched, both Iris and Jai knew there was only one way to prove who was right. They reached their auras into the Speed Force, calling out loudly: Dad!
A whirlwind of red and lightning settled around the two and there was their father rapidly asking, "What is it? What's wrong?" Wally took a moment to do another inspection of the immediate area and found his first observation was correct. He frowned at the twins, fists on his hips, "Did you bring me here because of another argument? How many times to I have to tell you- that's emergency purposes only!" Wally's ire faltered at the look of abject horror on his children's faces. "What?" He followed their gazes to his left hand, saw what he was holding and his face promptly blended into his cowl. His arms flickered and the object was gone, but there was a suspicious lump in his glove.
Wally cleared his throat, trying to look stern and parental. "Now, do you need me here?" The twins' horror hadn't seemed to have diminished as they looked at their father and numbly shook their head. "Are you going to use the Speed Force to call me for anything other than an emergency again?" Again, they shook their heads. "Good. I'll see you two at dinner." With another whirlwind of red and lightning, he was gone.
Jai plodded off to Bart's room, hands shaking as he said, "I need to play an extremely violent video game."
Iris followed after him, shuddering, "I need to watch you play it."
~*~*~*~
By the time Linda heard the front door open and close there was already a shapeless thing under the blanket with her. "How were the children?" She asked conversationally, turning a page in her book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wally's costume flutter to the ground.
"Fine," a voice said, somewhere in the vicinity of her knee.
"Another argument?"
"Yeah. Told them Speed Force calls were for dire, life-and-death, end-of-the-world emergencies only."
She smiled partly from the situation, partly because Wally's fingers were skirting against her side, making her squirm pleasantly. "I'll bet they'll call you for another argument within a week."
The lump snickered. "I think I might've gotten through to them this time. Might've traumatized them while I was at it."
"Traumatizing your children is one of the perks of parenthood, I hear. What did you do?"
Hair tickled Linda's thigh as Wally pressed his forehead against it, snickering more. "I was still holding your bra when I got there."
Lind covered her face with her book, laughing helplessly. "Wally!"
"It wasn't on purpose!"
"Such a terrible role model." She marked her place in her book, setting it aside and then placing her hand on the head-shaped lump of her husband. "You'll be lucky if they ever call you again."
"So long as that's true for the next hour, I won't mind."
Linda would've said something, but Wally was kissing his way up her legs as he settled between them, picking up where he left off. Linda just leaned back, distantly reminding herself to get back at him for having the last word.
Title: A Matter of Timing
Fandom: DCU
Rating: PG-13 for implications of the sexy kind
Word Count: 553
Characters: Iris, Jai, Wally, Linda
Summary: The twins learn having their dad on call isn't always a good thing.
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
The two glared at each other, neither willing to give an inch. Jaws squared and brows pinched, both Iris and Jai knew there was only one way to prove who was right. They reached their auras into the Speed Force, calling out loudly: Dad!
A whirlwind of red and lightning settled around the two and there was their father rapidly asking, "What is it? What's wrong?" Wally took a moment to do another inspection of the immediate area and found his first observation was correct. He frowned at the twins, fists on his hips, "Did you bring me here because of another argument? How many times to I have to tell you- that's emergency purposes only!" Wally's ire faltered at the look of abject horror on his children's faces. "What?" He followed their gazes to his left hand, saw what he was holding and his face promptly blended into his cowl. His arms flickered and the object was gone, but there was a suspicious lump in his glove.
Wally cleared his throat, trying to look stern and parental. "Now, do you need me here?" The twins' horror hadn't seemed to have diminished as they looked at their father and numbly shook their head. "Are you going to use the Speed Force to call me for anything other than an emergency again?" Again, they shook their heads. "Good. I'll see you two at dinner." With another whirlwind of red and lightning, he was gone.
Jai plodded off to Bart's room, hands shaking as he said, "I need to play an extremely violent video game."
Iris followed after him, shuddering, "I need to watch you play it."
~*~*~*~
By the time Linda heard the front door open and close there was already a shapeless thing under the blanket with her. "How were the children?" She asked conversationally, turning a page in her book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Wally's costume flutter to the ground.
"Fine," a voice said, somewhere in the vicinity of her knee.
"Another argument?"
"Yeah. Told them Speed Force calls were for dire, life-and-death, end-of-the-world emergencies only."
She smiled partly from the situation, partly because Wally's fingers were skirting against her side, making her squirm pleasantly. "I'll bet they'll call you for another argument within a week."
The lump snickered. "I think I might've gotten through to them this time. Might've traumatized them while I was at it."
"Traumatizing your children is one of the perks of parenthood, I hear. What did you do?"
Hair tickled Linda's thigh as Wally pressed his forehead against it, snickering more. "I was still holding your bra when I got there."
Lind covered her face with her book, laughing helplessly. "Wally!"
"It wasn't on purpose!"
"Such a terrible role model." She marked her place in her book, setting it aside and then placing her hand on the head-shaped lump of her husband. "You'll be lucky if they ever call you again."
"So long as that's true for the next hour, I won't mind."
Linda would've said something, but Wally was kissing his way up her legs as he settled between them, picking up where he left off. Linda just leaned back, distantly reminding herself to get back at him for having the last word.
