killergold + "just a little longer? please?"
“Just a little longer? Please?”
“I should get going.” It wasn’t a question. Still, Caitlin couldn’t bring herself to move, the sheets over her chest tucked tighter as she fidgeted under them, hands pulling at the fabric without looking up. Her heart practically roared in her ears, heated and incessant. She didn’t dare glance over to see if Lisa was staring at her.
“If you say so.” Lisa’s voice was quiet. Caitlin had to strain to catch what she said, turning her head slightly so her ear wasn’t trapped against the pillow.
Caitlin sucked in a shaky breath and pushed herself upright, keeping the bedsheets around her as she moved to grab her clothes from the floor. She remembered cautioning Lisa the night before about tearing her new blouse, a fleecy baby blue that Lisa had run her hands over appreciatively before giving her a wink and a quick “don’t you worry, hon” as they pulled it over Caitlin’s head together. Her palms hadn’t trembled like that since Ronnie -
No, she scolded herself, pulling on her bra and hooking it without looking behind her. Not the time.
It seemed like she was always mourning, always grieving, always waiting and watching from the sidelines while everyone moved on with their lives. And sure, grief took time - it had been almost a year since Ronnie’s sacrifice, his second sacrifice - but Caitlin was tired of waiting.
She was sick of feeling like a time bomb about to go off, a fragile package that needed to be handled with care.
“You hungry?” She nearly jumped when Lisa spoke as she was smoothing down her blouse, her other hand pausing over her rumpled jeans from where she’d reached to yank them on.
“Are you hungry?” Lisa repeated. There was a rustle behind her and Caitlin knew she was sitting up, could hear her edging closer. Despite her resolute promise not to turn around, she found herself eyeing the sheets as they shifted and a smooth knee knocked against the side of her thigh on the bed. “Didn’t have much to eat last night before we started.”
“I - uh...” Caitlin blinked, forced herself to focus. “I guess. Why?”
Lisa laughed, a low sound that made her skin tingle. There was no simper or coyness to her tone. “I’m trying to ask you to stay, hon.”
“Oh,” Caitlin muttered.
Lisa’s hand rested on her thigh, but the touch was nothing like any of the rough grappling from the night prior, this time soft, rubbing circles on her skin. A warm exhale of breath just above her shoulder made her straighten involuntarily and Caitlin licked her lips, the urge to bolt rising with every passing second. “Is that okay?”
“Is... Is what okay?”
Another laugh, another puff of air, and Lisa let her chin sit on her shoulder, a barely-there sensation that Caitlin could’ve shrugged off at any moment. She’s giving me an out, the gut-punch revelation came less than a second later. “Is it okay that I’m asking you to stay?”
“For how long?” That wasn’t what she’d meant to say, but now that it was out, she glanced over to meet Lisa’s gaze, curious by the flicker of something behind her eyes. She didn’t think she’d ever seen Lisa so still and contemplative, even throughout that whole disaster involving Lewis Snart and the bomb in her neck.
Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything at all, should’ve just left while she could without a word and let Lisa be. This wasn’t the first time they’d slept together and she’d stayed the night, after all. Caitlin could’ve brushed it off as routine by fleeing once dawn came.
There was something torn in Lisa’s expression that held her in place, though. The corners of her mouth were trying to quirk up into a smirk, probably to play off the answer as teasing, but a permanent shadow had crossed her gaze and seemed reluctant to leave. Lisa’s eyes darted from Caitlin’s stare to her lips, then back up, and Caitlin wondered if Lisa was as nervous as she felt, heart throbbing from how hard it was beating in her chest.
“Just a little longer?” A wince came and went in a flash (an unintentional pun she almost groaned out loud at), but Lisa didn’t pull away. If anything, her hand on Caitlin’s thigh squeezed a bit tighter, not uncomfortably so but enough to convey her sincerity. And she did sound sincere, which should’ve been more surprising than it felt right now, her voice close to a plea, still soft in what little space remained between them. “Please?”
Caitlin hesitantly laid a hand over Lisa’s, smoothing over her bruised knuckles as she held Lisa’s gaze, watching the other woman shudder.
“If that’s what you want,” she said, and she had to clear her throat when her voice started to waver on the last couple words, an action Lisa no doubt was cataloguing for later teasing. “Sure.” Caitlin gave her a smile, the best she could muster with how acutely Lisa was staring back at her. “But only if you’re making blueberry pancakes.”
Lisa smiled, lips twitching. “What if I don’t have blueberries?”
“Then I suppose I’ll have to be on my way.” Caitlin couldn’t help how wide her smile stretched as Lisa laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to her collarbone before pulling away, likely to get dressed.
“Well, I suppose, then, that it’s a good thing I bought some yesterday. Almost ran out, and we wouldn’t want that.”
“Of course not,” Caitlin murmured, and she didn’t care how red her cheeks were flushed for once because the bright and open stare Lisa kept sending her way was enough to abate any embarrassment for now.
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