#eowells x reader

Harrison shook his head and chuckled at your spiel, finding not enough strength to turn you down again. “Well…”

From behind him, Barry jumped around in silent celebration. Cisco had bet him five dollars Wells would not agree.

The drive to your house made you anxious: nervous excitement in your stomach at the fact that you’d successfully gotten your unshakable boss to agree to a meeting outside of work with now work related things going on in your private residence, without a thought of work. Cisco excitedly asked you how long you had your ‘fancy ass house’ and why you kept it a secret for so long, Caitlyn smacking his arm halfway through.

“What Cisco means to say… is why you haven’t had us over sooner?” Caitlyn says politely, making Barry laugh as he swings an arm around your shoulder.

You shrug. “I guess I never really thought people would want to hang out with me. Is that Wells’s car? Barry can you help me get him up the steps?” When Barry nods, you unlock and push open the door for Cait and Cisco. “Feel free to explore,” you said, seeing Cisco’s eyes widen.

Barry chuckles as Cisco and Caitlyn chatter excited as you go out to Wells’s car. “It’s really nice that you’re doing this. It’s good to be around everyone when it’s not…” Barry trails off, searching.

“A dire situation?” You offer.

Nodding, Barry smiles. “A dire situation.”

“Hey Doc,” you greet him as he opens the passenger seat.

He nods his greeting. “Wheelchair’s in the trunk.” Barry retrieves the mobile chair, places the Doctor in it, and wheels it up to your house in the blink of an eye. You laugh and raise a hand in greeting to the awed driver.

“Thank you for having us,” Wells tells you, turning to see everything in your house. “Truly kind of you.”

You nod, a smile on your face. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want you here.” Harrison’s eyes fall on yours suddenly. An unspoken depth in his eyes trap you, holding you and examining your atoms at their barest form and holding your heart in his hands. His head tilts slightly and his lips quirk. He knows you struggle with eye contact yet he doesn’t let you look away with all that emotion in his eyes.

“So! What movie are we watching?” Cisco asks. “Obviously I’d like some Sci-Fi to narrate and correct any mistakes made in the storyline, but I could also go for a Rom Com or unknown indie film. I’ve stalked your letterboxd enough to know you have a good taste in movies!”

You turn your head to see Cisco and feel the weight of Harrison’s gaze on you. Swallowing, you move to follow him to your massive living area. “What does everyone want to watch? I’m down for whatever.”

“The Notebook,” Caitlyn says solemnly at the same time Barry says “nothing sad”. Caitlyn’s face falls. “I never got to see it in theaters and this is the next biggest screen I’ve ever seen…”

“You can come and watch it on here another day if you want,” you offer. “Doc? What do you want?”

“I’m partial to almost anything. Choose away, y/n.”

You sigh. “I don’t like picking.”

Half an hour later, you finally choose a science fiction movie that appeals to everyone and order seventeen pizzas to be delivered within the hour. After coming back in from the kitchen after ordering, you see Harrison’s back, sitting quietly in his chair when everyone else was splayed on your couch.

“Do you want to sit on the couch?” You murmur quietly to Wells.

He looks up to you, watching him from your spot perched on the couch, waiting for him to say yes. “It’s… no issue here.”

Your eyebrows furrow. “Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to sit by you?”

Another moment. You were nodding, finding your anxiety resurface as Wells unlocked his wheels and scooted towards you. Slowly, quietly, he transferred himself to the spot beside you, a solid foot of space between you.

He eased his shoes off and placed them on his chair for later and you felt a swell of emotion in your chest. Wells making himself more comfortable in your space was a reward you didn’t know what you did to earn.

A comfortable silence filled the room except for when Cisco guffawed loudly at stupid jokes or when Caitlyn giggled at something ironic happening to the main character or when Barry inevitably spoke up about the scientific observation of evidence being non-lifelike. You found yourself listening to Harrison’s exhaling laughter at perfectly timed puns and then realized you weren’t actually watching the movie.

When the doorbell rang, you let the movie play as you headed toward the door to retrieve the goods. “Barry!” You called from the kitchen. “Come get your fifteen pizzas!”

In the blink of an eye, you had two pizzas in your hand, a couple paper plates, and napkins in your arms in the middle of the living room. You chuckled as Barry paused so you could get everyone their food.

When you settled back down, you found yourself a little closer to Harrison than earlier. You hadn’t moved, so that must mean… he moved. Closer. To you. You chose not to read into it.

“Is there a sequel? I’ll check,” Cisco asked as soon as the last scene started to fade to black. You chortled, standing up to retrieve your favorite chunky-knit blanket from the blanket rack leaning against the wall.

“Can I also have a blanket?” Caitlyn spoke cautiously. “Preferably a thinner one?”

You grabbed your thinnest blanket and placed the fabric in Caitlyn’s lap. She gave you a thankful smile. You saw her toss the long fabric across Barry and Cisco’s lap, worrying over them like the lovely person she is.

“Did you—“ you began to ask Harrison.

“No, thank you. I’m okay right now,” he said.

There was a sequel to the movie that Cisco had pleaded to watch. After reaching a common consensus, you played the second movie with the next movie being a happy ending romantic movie (courtesy of Caitlyn… and a little Barry.).

Your eyes began to feel heavy about quarter of the way into the movie, the cold atmosphere you thrived in assisting in making you drowsy.

The dim lights gave Harrison the chance to slip closer to you as you fell further asleep. His arm was touching your own through your blanket, head resting between his shoulder and the back of your couch.

Harrison viewed this as an experiment: how much physical contact could he establish with you before you woke up and moved away? After a solid fifteen minutes passed, he pulled the blanket from your arm and pulled it around him so you were both covered. When he did that, you heaved a sigh and unconciously readjusted your head so that it was resting entirely against his shoulder. The warmth in his chest was satisfaction at reaching a new milestone in his experiment, not happiness at you being comfortable around him in your barest state: sleep.

After adjusting his glasses, Harrison reached his arm under the blanket. He watched you from the corner of his eye and discovered you were a heat seeking vessel: leaning closely against him and bringing the blanket closer to you. Eventually, you even wrapped your arm around Harrison’s, bringing it close to your chest in resemblance of a child holding their favorite stuffed animal to ease them to sleep. Harrison had it bad.

“Sleep well,” Harrison murmured against your head, resting his head against your own.

You woke up to a new movie, a comedy, being played on your T.V. Swallowing, your eyes blinked sleepily as you tried to understand why you were pleasantly warm and smelling a very intoxicating cologne. Tight knitted black shoulders led to a familiar face and loose curls. “Hello again,” murmured an amused voice. Your lips flattened against your teeth in an embarrassed grimace. You looked down at where you were leaning almost entirely into him (at this point… you may as well have been sitting on his lap… [as if you would complain about that. Ha!]) and became acutely aware of his unfamiliarly warm elbow linked with your own under the blanket. From an outsider’s perspective it would undoubtedly be considered cuddling.

“I’m so sorry,” you rasped sleepily, leaning back to stretch and find solace from Wells’s soft eyes. Your arm muscles tightened in rigor as they reached behind your head and your legs spasmed as you stretched them out in front of you. Sparing a glance at the trio on the other side of the couch, you took in Barry’s sleeping form and Caitlyn’s eyes—hooded witg exhaustion—and chuckled at the two tired adults compared to Cisco watching the screen intently. You sigh after checking your watch and say “I didn’t realize it was this late.”

Eobard was thankful when you finally met his gaze again, imploring silently to see those glittering glimpses to your emotion and soul- your humanity. “I selfishly enjoyed the closeness. You don’t need to apologize for falling asleep,” he admits.

“How is it that he’ll be under me and still somehow topping?” You jokingly asked Caitlin.

Her eyes crinkle when she laughs. “Y’know, I really just don’t know.” She says red across her face.

“Too much information?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Just a little.” She answers and holds her fingers together.

“In my defense,” You say, grinning like a Cheshire. “You asked what was on my mind, continuously” 

She turns and shouts with a smile. “You looked confused!” She laughs.

“I am!” You yell in return ending your sentence in giggles.

In your small bubble of laughter and smiles you missed the whirring noise of your partner's wheelchair.

“You’re terrible…” Caitlin whispers out.

Snickering, you say “You love it.”

“It seems the two of you are enjoying yourselves.” Harrison’s voice cuts through.

“We absolutely are!” You exclaim.

“We are not!” Caitlin responds glaring at you. “How am I supposed to look at him?” She whisper-yells at you. 

“Suffer…” You tease.

“What exactly is Dr.Snow supposed to suffer?” Harrison asks smoothly.

It was your turn to blush as you tell him, “Nothing, nothing at all. At least not that you’d be interested in..”

You lean off the counter and scurry off, leaving a kiss on your fiance's cheek.

“Should I be concerned about that?” You hear him ask Caitlin as you leave the room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later you're working in Harrison's office. The majority of the paperwork finally filed away into their proper drawers.You take a second to look around at the left over work. Not too much left, but you’d already been at it longer than you intended. You look at the few papers in your hand and decide to just finish them before taking a break.

Once again, you miss the entrance of your fiance. He pauses when he fully enters the office. He watches you with a pen in your mouth and legs crossed onto your chair and a few hums coming out of your lips. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you.

“Darling,” Harrison calls out to you, and you listen and look up at him. He lifts his hands and ushers you over with two fingers. “Come sit on my lap.” He rasps out to you.

You think nothing of the request and walk over to him, not taking the pen out of your mouth or the paper from your hands.

He laughs when you get to him. Grabbing your wrist he pulls you down and tosses your papers on the desk next to him. When you look at him he takes the pen from between your lips. He moved you to sit with your legs on the sides of his.

A giggle left your lips. “Now, Dr.Wells this isn’t a very appropriate position, especially for a boss and his assistant.” You smirked down at him.

“Maybe not,” He says, smirking as well. “But it is very appropriate for a man and his future wife.”

“I don’t know,” You teased. “I’m not convinced.” You smile and lean in to kiss him.

Pulling away you look at the clock and pout.

“I have to finish these papers soon..” You tell him as you move to pull away.

Harrison grabs your thighs and pulls you back down. You call his name but he doesn’t look up as he moves his hands up, moving your dress more out of the way for his hands to make contact with your skin. The cold contrast between his hands and your legs causes goosebumps to grow. 

“We can’t do that here!” You whisper and shout in a last hitched protest.

“Mm…” He hums into your neck. “I’m the boss,” Harrison grins against your neck. “I can do whatever I want.” He gravels out.

His hands move softly against your inner thighs. Lightly trailing up till they reach your core.

“So defiant, yet here you are dripping on my hand.” His smile is predatory as he speaks. A pleasant rumble in his chest.

Your voice shakes in a whimper. “Daddy…”

His fingers move through your folds. The once cold digits now feel burning hot against your most sensitive parts. His teeth graze your neck. You grind lightly against him and he grounds you with his free hand.

God you swear his fingers move at unrealistic speeds.

You gasp and pant in his hold. An obsessive look is in his eyes as he pushes your hips into his hand repeatedly. 

“Such a good girl…” He groans into your mouth as he pulls you in.

Your pleads are muffled by his mouth as he swallows all your breath. Lewd noises come from your laps and you're so close. His thumb meets your clit and if the little white dots you saw were real you’d think you were in heaven.

“Beg me.” He demands. “Be good and beg me to let you cum.”

And you do. “Please, daddy… Please, please, please!”

Even when trying to keep your voice down you couldn’t keep yourself from shouting. He urges you with his fingers moving impossibly quicker. 

Your orgasm crashes down with the sound of your moaning screams being muffled by his neck as you bury your head there.

Despite how exhausted you are you continue to grind against his hand even though he no longer moved his fingers. You leave bites and marks on his neck now as you desperately try to taste every inch on the exposed skin.

He laughs lightly at you. “So pitiful…” Harrison insults.

He pushes your hips back and you move away. Breathily you hover back for a second as he takes himself out of his slacks.

“Come here, princess.” He holds himself in one hand and guides you back forward with his other.

Your nose to nose as he sinks you down onto him. Your breath dies in your throat. You try stopping halfway through bottoming out. Trying to give yourself time to adjust, but he grabs your hips more aggressively.

“Don’t think about slowing down yet little puppet.” He practically growls. 

He pushes you further until you're seated completely on his cock. You can feel everything deep within you and you can't help but squeeze against him.

Every groove and curve pulls a different part of pleasure from you. Your face is buried in his chest and you know he’s only granting you a moment of reprieve. The man has more stamina than a bull, you have no idea how.

He tsks at you and pulls your hair causing your head to go back with it. He holds you there as guides you to move.

“You can do better than this, princess…” He says lowly and all you can think is how he sounds dangerous and so goddamn hot.

Harrison pulls your hair roughly and growls before letting go and grabbing your waist with both hands. The man practically uses you as a toy bouncing you on his dick.

Arousal flows from your cunt and drips down your legs and stains his pants. The pleasure is so intense you feel useless, but you still try to meet his mechanics with thrusts of your own. One of his hands grips your ass and holds it so tightly you know you’ll bruise.

“Cum for me, puppet.” Harrison tells you roughly.

His hand moves down one keeping your thrusting on him and the other teases your clit. Your body shakes with pleasure and exhaustion as you come undone on him.

You squeeze him tightly keeping his cock trapped inside you as you cum. You feel the hot liquid burn you as he comes undone as well. Your moans stay in tune with his own quieter noises. You can feel him in you still. His dick barely even softened from the actions.

Like you said, stamina is worse than a bull.

You feel like you can’t see straight. Your lungs burn. His lips are still on your body scorching you with his touch.

They couldn’t find him at first, but immediately figured that the lab had secret rooms but not for this reason. He didn’t have time to hide his stuff due to this place being the only spot where he could hide his suit. Frozen in place then, they were far more worried about dying at this moment. He however, was happy and glad it was just them that found this spot and knew this would happen at some point

“Don’t worry, I won’t harm you since there’s no benefits that would come from harming you” he says as he took in their frozen stance with amusement. He knew why they were there and searching for him, and knew this interest in him would be helpful. “Plus you look adorable frozen up like this”

Harrison moves towards them as he knew no one was at the lab, nor was there a camera right there that others knew about it. A blush forms on their face as they just stayed still where they had stood. “It does make me wonder why exactly you continued your work here despite the clear disinterest in The Flash.” He stood in front of them now, invading their personal space now

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m a scientist and I need the resources to do my projects” they finally spoke as they had felt their heart racing at the close proximity. At that moment they didn’t care that he was the reason why Barry’s father was in jail, or that he was the one who killed Nora Allen; but rather that he was invading their personal space for a different reason that didn’t involve work

“But that’s not the only reason why~ it’s not even at the top of the list.” His hand goes onto their cheek, now creasing it. He did also like them since they were always so determined on their projects they were working on. They leaned into the touch as it was one they’ve been craving since the first time meeting him. “How long have you known?” “Since the beginning”

Harrison’s full attention went back onto them after his chat with Gideon. “Another successful day of tricking the team” they spoke enthusiastically and with a smile on their face. He smiles in return, and suggests a dance as a way to celebrate. They continue to smile as the two just naturally started to slow dance together

It’d been a few weeks since he arrived. The other Eobard. One who didn’t know you or care to learn. Blonde hair and blue eyes, quite unlike the dark haired man you know.

Those few weeks have taken its toll. The man was cruel and capricious. It brought you back to when you first discovered that Harrison Wells wasn’t who he said he was. It brought you back to when you both hid yourselves with anger and hurtful words.

Your biggest problem however wasn’t the bickering with a past version of your husband. Your biggest problem was the stress waying you down without regressing. Eo tried to convince you. Tried to reassure you that the other him wouldn’t hurt you, but you feared Eobards words just as much as his actions.

Today was extremely difficult. You could feel yourself slipping. Your mind and body betray you to act on protective instinct to save you from yourself.

You barely made it back to your home, back to your room, before you regressed into a small child. Perhaps you were 3, maybe 4. You had no chance to call him, no chance to plan.

You’d moved quickly but not quick enough to completely avoid his eye. Not long after you locked yourself in the room you heard a knock. An aggressive knock. A noise you just couldn’t handle.

The sob tore its way through your throat as you buried your head into your pillow. The pillow you wish was your stuffie. You wanted the comfort, the love of your caregiver. Your mind could only make out how alone you were. Your breathing grew rapid. In only a small amount of time you were completely panicking.

So caught in your mind you didn’t notice the man phasing through the door. So caught up in your own mind you didn’t notice anything he was doing at all. You only noticed Eobards presence when an arm pulls you into a chest.

Your panic grew more. Whines and cries coming out of your mouth. You were turned in strong arms to face the blonde. He seemed confused himself. He pulled you in and shushed you calmly. He rocked you slowly.

“He’ll be back soon. Poor thing, you just can’t handle anything alone can you?” Despite his tease his voice was soft and sweet.

Your heart raced, but he held you tightly. His grip brought you a bit of comfort among your turmoil.

~~~~~~~~~

Soon enough Eo walked in quickly. “Aww, you sweet little thing. Look at you.”

Eo took you from Eobards arms as you clinged to him desperately. The man holds a dummy up that you take without question. Where he got it you weren’t sure, or where he got your favorite plushie, but you weren’t going to question him.

“You precious little girl, just couldn’t wait for daddy to come home hm?” Eo says as he peppers your face in kisses.

Eobard looked awkwardly between you and Eo. Brows furrowed as he tried to process the scene. His future self coddling a regressed version of his partner. He wanted to be petty and annoyed. To hold onto the anger he normally feels, but he couldn’t. Your cries have dimmed to a pout as Eo pretends your stuffed friend was real, and honestly, Eobard could feel himself fall in love with this little girl. You were so cute reaching towards the toy in Eos hand.

Eo looks towards Eobard with a knowing look. Smirking before looking back at you. “He was so nice to you wasn’t he, princess? You should thank him.” He tells you light-heartedly.

He turns you towards Eobard, and takes your pacifier. You hold up your toy as if it’d protect you. You sigh lightly and mumble out a few babbles.

Eo laughs and narrows his eyes at you. “That wasn't done properly and you know it.”

A few nonsensical sounds fall out of your mouth again before you whisper out, “tank oo eobar”.

You look down shyly and hide behind your plush again. Eobard who had sat there staring at you before shaking out of his own head. 

He pulled out his signature smirk and responded quickly. “Of course, how else would I react to a toddler?”

“Yes, there is no other way to act when such a precious thing is in distress.” Eo responds smoothly.

A squeak comes from you in response to the two mens shared words. Both men couldn’t help but smile at you as you cuddled into your soft toy.

Eo stands with you in his arms. “Why don’t we have some dinner?” He asks you before looking down at Eobard questioningly.

Y/N awoke to the blaring alarm clock stumbling to turn it off she instictively grabbed her phone. Texts from her parents, wishing her a happy birthday already waiting for her to read. She groaned as she sat up another year, around the sun, and all she had to show for it was bad knees and a constant ache in her back.

Y/N was not a fan of being the center of attention, so she has kept her birthday a secret from her friends, not wanting them to make a big deal out of the day. Though it did not mean she didn't want to look nice. She put on her favorite teal dress that had capped sleeves and fell to her knees and put on her favorite flats, and was out the door.

When she arrived at S.T.A.R Labs, she found her friends hard at work as Barry was stopping an active robbery. She slid into her desk and brought her computer to life as Barry raced in the cortex, a huge smile on his face. "Nice work, Mr. Allen," Harrison's voice caused Y/N to look up at the man, his expression warm with a glimmer of pride causing butterflies to flutter in her stomach. "You are progressing nicely, and don't think you escaped my attention, Miss Y/L/N." His eyes met hers as smiled.

"Birthday Girl in the house," Cisco bellowed, standing up fist bumping the air. Y/N's head snapped toward him as everyone else's gaze fell to her.

"Today is your birthday?" Barry questioned brows furrowed, "Why didn't you say anything? We could have decorated the cortex and got you a cake."

Y/N sighed, "I didn't want you guys to feel obligated to do anything for me. It's just another day, nothing to have a commotion about," she shrugged, looking back at Cisco. "Spill it, how did you find out?"

Cisco bit his lip as Caitlin turned to him, "How many laws did you break doing it Cisco?"

Cisco put his hands up, "No laws were broken, I hacked into the ccpd database to look at your employee file."

Harrison's brow furrowed, "Hacking the police is breaking the law, Cisco. Regardless of how the information got out, it's out." Harrison wheeled over to Y/N and grabbed her hand, "We love you, sweetheart, and you being here another year is worth celebrating with the people who love you the most." He grabs her hand and places a kiss on the top of her hand, and Y/N was convinced her heart had stopped at the motion heat rising to her face. "Now, the four of you go on and enjoy the day off, celebrate with Y/N. I'll stay here and keep watch if something happens I'll call."

Barry changes out of his suit, as Caitlin and Cisco grab their jacket, big smiles on their faces. Y/N looked to Harrison, his eyes, a vibrant shade of blue that rendered her speechless on a good day, "You sure, we don't need to close up shop on my behalf."

Harrison took off his glasses and looked back at her, "Y/N, it's in my experience that life is short, and because of that, celebrating victories or even stopping to celebrate a birthday is worth doing. And tell you what when you're done going out and drinking Cisco under the table,"

"Hey!" Cisco grumbled, causing everyone to chuckle as Harrison smiled.

"You come back here tonight and have dinner with me. Sound good?"

Y/N's heartbeat raced as she nodded her head and stood from her seat. " That sounds lovely, Dr. Wells."

Cisco shouted, "Well, let's go. People there are drinka to be had and laser tag to play, come on!" The other 3 companions rolled their eyes as they all made their way to exit.

~later that evening~

"Shot, shot, shot, shot," the trio of Caitlin, Barry, and Cisco chanted as the burn of alcohol met her throat with the shot. She looked at the time on the phone, her eyes wide. "I have to get to S.T.A.R labs," she sat up and tried to pay, but Barry blocked her with his hand, "Come on guys, let me pay for something.

"Absolutely, not its your birthday. it's our jobs as your friends to cover birthday festivities. Plus, we want to do this because you're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in her eyes she could feel their love radiating off them, "I love you guys so much!" She rushed to give them all a hug. They held their group embrace for a minute before Y/N pulled away. "I have to go. I'll see you guys tomorrow!" Then Y/N was out of the bar heading toward a potential date with Dr. Wells.

Her mind was spinning with all the scenarios this dinner could begin when a blur of yellow sped past her into an alleyway red lightning tailing the blur. Y/N closed her eyes, "It's in your best interest to ignore what you saw." That may be true, but she could get some answers, and she would be lying if curiosity didn't get the best of her most days!

She groaned as she walked into the alleyway to be greeted with eyes glowing red, his body vibrating to the point of distorting his features. "Hello, Y/N, it's about time we meet." His voice distorted with his vibrating as well.

Y/N took a sharp inhale, "You know who I am?" She took a hesitant step forward.

He sped up to her, his chest close to her own, her breathing quickened as fear began to take over. He raised a hand to her, and she flinched, anticipating a hit that never came. Instead, his leather clad fingers grazed her cheek tenderly, his other hand moving from her side down to her hip. "I know a lot about you, Birthday Girl." Her eyes widened, and he chuckled.

His vibrations began to slow as the red dissapeted from his eyes turning into a familiar shade of blue. "Hello, sweetheart." His voice matched that of Harrison Wells, and her breaths were short and rapid as if she wasn't getting a lot of oxygen. She forced his arms away and backed away. Suddenly, the alleyway was spinning, and black was grazing her vision. The man in yellow took his mask off and revealed what she feared, Harrison Wells was the man in Yellow. Y/N's eyes rolled in the back of her head, and before her body could collapse to the floor, she was in the arms of the man who killed her best friend's mom.

~few moments later~

Y/N woke up, her vision blurred, but slowly becoming clearer, she was in a place she wasn't familiar with. As the memory from the past hour flooded her brain, she tried to jolt up and run, only to find she was strapped down to a wheel chair. Not just any wheelchair, the one Harrison uses. Panic flooding her system, she began to scream out, "Someone Help me plea -" a large hand landed firmly over her mouth, muffling her pleas for help.

"Shhhh, it's me," Harrison whispered in her ear, causing her to flinch. He moved around his hand, still placed over her mouth. "I'm going to remove my hand only if you promise not to scream and be good. Can you do that?" She nodded her head. Harrison smiled and lowered his hand he waited a moment for her to scream. When she didn't, he patted her cheek, "Good-" she spit in his face instead.

Y/N smirked as he wiped her saliva from his face. "You know I can't say I didn't deserve that. But will you let me explain."

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Why should I, Harrison? You killed Barry's mom. Why would I-" Instead of silencing her with his hands, he did so with his lips crashing to hers. She found herself kissing back as his hand slid up her thighs and up to her ample breast, eliciting a moan from Y/N. He kept teasing the area her nipples were until they became peaks, causing Y/N to get aroused.

Only for him to pull away his hand slides from her breast to her neck and up her cheek. "I'm in love with you, Birthday girl. It's why i wanted to have dinner with you. However, I couldn't justify being in a relationship with you if I wasn't honest. Will you hear me out, Sweetheart?"

She searched his pleading eyes for any lies, and she couldn't, so she nodded her head. "One condition, let me out of the chair. I can't feel like we are on equal footing if i feel like your captive."

He nods and presses a button on his chair, releasing the restraints. Was she going to really hear them out, "You killed Barry's mom."

"I did," he nodded, and he told her the whole story of how he was stuck in this time and how he fell in love with her the moment he saw her in S.T.A.R labs. He pulled her onto his lap, and she didn't move against him. His touch still provided comfort still even after all the horrible things he's done. "What are you thinking about, Sweetheart?"

Y/N pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, not looking into his eyes. "You killed a lot of people. You killed Barry's mom. How do I know you won't kill me, too?" She looked at him, "Why tell me at all? Why today of all days?"

He slid his hand down her arm, gripping her wrist, his strong hand firm, yet gentle he raised her hand up and kissed the palm of her hand tenderly. As she swore at her stomach for the butterflies fluttering around at the gesture. "I am a lot of things, Y/N, but one thing I know for certain is my love for you and my need to keep you safe. As for why today? Well, beloved, it's because what better gift to give than for you to see me all of me."

Y/N looked from his gaze for a moment and back at him. She dipped her head closer to his and pressed her lips to his briefly. "I am going to have to think about this. You're a killer, and just being with you is a risk, along with keeping your secret."

Harrison or Eobard, as she found out was his real name, nodded his head. "I feel there is a 'but'"

She nodded, "But I had one wish for my birthday this year." She rubbed his arm and moved her hand to his chest.

"What was your one wish, Y/N?" He whispered, clearing his throat impacted by her touch.

She looked him in the eyes, her smile bright, "You. I wanted you."

Eobard stood up with Y/N in his arms and sped off to his home where he placed her on her feet. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Consider your wish granted, Birthday Girl. I will always be yours until I'm ash in the ground. I will spend every moment of my living days proving that to you."

She smiled at his words, gripping his black sweater in her fist and forcing him down to her level for a deep kiss. She pulled away with a smirk, "Let's start with you on your knees, Speedy." She whispered against his lips, causing the older scientist to growl in response as he sped her into his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the night granting her birthday wishes.

~FIN