the fastest man alive .

“Well just let me know if you need anything. The CCPD has my full support,” he said, offering a supportive smile and placing a hand on his shoulder. He loved this city and would do what he could to keep it’s inhabitants safe. “Anything else you need me to look at or approve?”

“No I’m very talented at winding people up, some would say that’s the problem,” he pointed out as she finished up and placed a bandage over the wound and he let his shirt fall over the injury once more. “Guess I’m just not used to having someone else do it for me.” At least someone who wasn’t Lisa or Mick.

Those arms of his wrap tighter, pulling her flush to him and Lisa moans, the sound slipping from her lips with desire. “Barr-…” It trails, like her kisses do along the line of his jaw. Fingers thread up, teasing along the short length of his hair at the back of his head. It’s tactile and she just wants to sink into him. 

It’s different then any one night stand she’s had before. It’s becoming.. familiar. Not just leaving clothes on the floor to pick up in the early hours of the morning before sunlight touches the skies and slipping out on bare feet with boots in hand. This feels.. different. 

It’s instinctive, he wants to keep her close to his body, he wants to hold her for as long as she’ll let him. Because this kind of thing doesn’t really happen, this kind of thing should be considered taboo because it’s soft and affectionate and that’s not really been their kind of thing. Their kind of thing is usually late nights and early mornings.

“Then come and claim me.” Lisa breathed, her hands smoothing down along his chest to rest at his hips. A subtle encouragement to push in.  To give them both what they so easily need. “Otherwise I’m going to have to put you on your back…” Arching up, her lips brush along the shell of his ear, “… and ride you.” 

He would look so very good beneath her, and she knows it. It’s how all this started after all. 

Her hands run down to his hips, encouraging him forward and he wants, so badly, to move. He wants to push in and he wants to feel her and he wants to give her what she wants. He wants to make her feel good. He lets out a soft moan when her lips brush along his ear. 

          “Mmm — no, not acceptin’ that. My ego is strong, you can’t fight it. I will always be in someone’s league unless under really spectacular circumstances.” Of which she would only accept as a last resort and not a moment sooner. Just how she rolled. “Yeah, well,” she started, looking over at him as they walked. “I don’t find you annoyin’. Or think you a nerd. Geek. And I’m generally one to talk too much — which is probably why I got into writin’ in the first place. All words. All ‘bout gettin’ your voice out there to the masses and hopin’ someone’s listenin’. That sorta thing. Not gonna fault someone for bein’ passionate ‘bout something. I mean. That’s life, isn’t it? Bein’ passionate ‘bout what you do or what drives you.” Even if that meant the passion one could have of fried potato in all its forms — like fries. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his reaction to milkshakes being a factor. “I know! It sounds weird and when someone first told me ‘bout it I thought they were mad, but… Honestly… Not bad. We should get milkshakes — either to try it out again or just… Y’know. Milkshakes.” Had she mentioned she was starving? It was definitely showing. “Oh! We’re here, ready to show off those eatin’ skills, Barry Allen?”

“Haven’t you heard? I’m a criminal, I don’t do nice,” he growled, kissing him hard briefly before trailing kisses down his jaw and to his neck, nipping and sucking at the pulse point. “You’re going to have to try much harder if you want to get me to beg,” he rasped into his ear, gently and teasingly squeezing him over his jeans.

Len’s gaze flicks down to his lips almost like second nature for a second before snapping up, heart beating quickly against his chest. His mind straying to possible ways this situation could play out before forcing himself to focus. “Something simple, maybe a jewelry store,” he mused, the hand on his chest sliding up to rest on the wall next to Barry’s head while the other came up to rest on the other side, caging him in.

( sms ) damn right. ( sms ) just checking on you

Curling up in his lap, both legs on one side and her hands cradling his jawline, Lisa sighs pleasantly into the kiss. Her own tongue sliding against his, tasting and teasing. He really is a good kisser, and Lisa sucks lightly on his bottom lip before gently nipping. 

She really could spend the night wrapped up in him, leisurely making out on his couch and exploring each other. Finding out what spots making him get breathless and others that made him vocal. 

This is actually really, really nice. Lisa is settled comfortably on his lap and they’re just... kissing. Exploring each other. It’s incredibly nice and Barry isn’t sure he ever wants this moment to end. If he could freeze them in this moment forever, he might have. But he can’t, so he doesn’t. 

Turns out Barry Allen is a bit of a tease. And that only makes her want him more.

Her knees brush against his hips, and Lisa reaches up to caress along the back of his neck. “I want you…” She sighed into the kiss, fingers threading up through his hair. Core throbbing with want, and slick with arousal, Lisa can’t imagine anything else she wants more in this moment then to feel him. To have him make her cum, and if she’s lucky.. maybe more then once. 

“Question is, do you want me, Barry?” It was a soft tease, followed by a nip to his bottom lip, and Lisa opened her eyes, meeting his gaze. 

It’s not so much teasing as it is double checking that this is actually what she wants. He wants to make sure that she really, really, wants this. If she’d said no, he would have stopped immediately and he would have made sure that she was okay. But so far, so good. She’s confirming that she does want him and it makes his cheeks turn a little redder. 

Everything she does is sultry, it’s slow and teasing and it’s purposeful. He sucks in a slow breath and rubs his nose against hers, slowly rocking his hips - teasing up against her. Not quite pushing in, not quite giving either of them the friction they want. 

Of course he knew it. That was the point in taking it. Like how Len had once painted a picture to him of stealing through time. Taking the Mona Lisa right off DaVinci’s easel. It was enticing. 

Mick snorted, “What, you gunna steal for me Flash?” He doubted the hero would actually find any of Mick’s requests reasonable. 

      “What earth?” Kurt blinked quickly, licking his bottom lip as he tried to wrap his brain around this whole idea. Okay, yes, he actually had no idea where he was right now.. but he’d figured he must’ve had too much to drink the night before. And when he’d seen this face, he though.. well, that Sebastian must’ve kidnapped taken him home. God he hoped they hadn’t had sex.

“I can’t even begin to understand what you’re on about. Sebastian, I swear to Gaga-” He sighed in frustration. 

( sms ) Unless you plan on springing me. ( sms ) Not really. Not from my perspective. ( sms ) Aren’t you sweet.

“If I had nothing, I could do whatever I wanted.” Instead he’d been stuck in the basement counting things that surely hadn’t changed amounts since the last inventory check. “That sounds like you’ll have more work to do later then or will someone else recheck for better prints?”