#tsunderesavitar

"Please let's talk."

"I'm sorry about what happened."

"Bart please!"

Savitar starred as the phone continued to ding relentlessly. You'd been messaging him since early that morning. The little incident last night shook him. He thought it was just a dream, the feel of your hands so warm against his skin. It was soothing, relaxing. When he opened his eyes he never thought you'd actually be there, touching him. When was the last time anyone even tried to approach him in such a way. He had no idea.

"Friendship."

That's the word you used. That's why he ran. He was angry because you were just friends.

At what point did he realize that he wanted more. He couldn't tell. Hell, he was the one who didn't even want your company at the beginning. Now he was lost whenever you didn't ask him over for a movie, or out to eat. Or even to pick his brain about some studies during your exams since you were still under the impression that his twin brother 'Barry' was a cop.

How was he supposed to fix this. He wasn't sure he could face you again. How could you look at him that way, and then say all you had was friendship. Did he imagine the desire he saw when you were tracing the outline of his lips. He must have.

Another ping on his phone. He glanced over.

"Bart please, I'm begging you."

An image of you crying popped into his mind, and before he could stop himself he was rushing over to your apartment. He phased through the door, and the sight of you sitting on the couch with a box of tissues in your hand had his chest constricting in a way he thought was no longer possible. His abrupt entrance caused all the stray pieces of paper to fly back, and you raised your head from the cell phone. Your eyes were red and puffy, and the moment you saw him, they lit up.

"Bart!" He swore he'd never seen you look so brilliant. You sprinted over, disregarding your tissues and cell phone. Before he could even work up an apology you were holding unto him, hugging him. He stayed still, utterly unsure of how to react. You were holding him so tightly, like he was the most precious gift you could ever receive. And in that moment he felt like it. He felt like something useful. Something worth having. Someone worth loving.

It took him a while, but slowly, he reciprocated the embrace. Holding you. The warmth from your skin was so amazing. It heated his own body in a way he couldn't describe.

"I'm sorry Bart I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I-I don't know why I did that. I know we're friends and you've been through so much." he pulled away at that. Now looking completely guarded.

"What do you mean so much, what are you talking about."

The coldness of his expression wasn't something you thought you'd see.

"I'm not stupid Bart." Did he really think you wouldn't be able to see just how damaged he was on the inside.

"Someone hurt you, and then you decided you'd hurt them back. It's why you're the way you are. " His jaw was clenched, eyes giving nothing away.

"I'm not naive. You keep treating me like a kid. I know you've done things you probably regret today. If you think I've been thinking of you like a saint this entire time you're wrong. " His eyes now wouldn't meet yours.

This is what he was afraid of. The entire time you knew. You figured him out. Maybe not the specific details, but he could tell you didn't need it. At least he was sure of one thing. You'd make a damn good detective. Wait...something wasn't adding up. If that was true, why did you continue to hang out with him. Why even be around him. Weren't you afraid of what he could do to you.

"Just because you're not a saint, it doesn't make you a monster Bart." His gaze lifted. Was it just him, or were you glowing now.

That was crazy. People didn't glow.

"You don't know what I've done."

"You saved me."

"That's not what I-"

"I don't care." you snapped.

"I don't give a crap what you did in the past. You saved me okay. You protected me, and you didn't even know me. Why did you do that Bart. Why help someone who meant nothing to you." you stepped closer, taking his hand, just to make sure he didn't bolt like all the other times.

"I-I don't know it was just an instinct move it meant nothing!" He probably shouldn't have said that. He just blew any chance of you caring about him.

"Did it really..mean nothing to you.." you took another step forward, and his brain was struggling to form a reply to that question, you were getting too close.

"Does this mean nothing.." you breathed. You raised unto your toes, wrapping your hands around his neck as you kissed him.

You kept telling yourself that this was bad. You wanted to fix the friendship, not dig it into a deeper hole that you wouldn't be able to come back from. If this was wrong, then why did it feel so good. His lips were as soft as you thought, and his lack of response should have alerted you that you should stop, but you just couldn't. It was terrible, but you'd been thinking about this for way too long. When you parted, it was slow. You released him, dropping back flat on your feet.

"Sorry..." that was all you could come up with. The bewildered look on his face said it all. You definitely ruined this.

"Why would you..why did you do that.."

He didn't understand anything anymore. Whatever idea he entered the apartment with, now everything was warped. He couldn't have imagined that kiss. There was too much want in it, too much passion. His bit his lower lip, trying to get a taste of you that was still lingering there.

"Is it bad that I want to do it again." 

Savitar swallowed, taking a much needed step back. He needed to sit down, or lie down. When you started moving closer he panicked. 

"Don't-"

You gripped the sleeve of his sweater, smirking. "I don't I'd be able to catch you if you ran Bart." the more you walked closer, the more steps he took backwards. He finally stopped because of the dumb wall that just had to be there to block his way. He was cornered, by a regular person. Not a super powered meta, or a speedster. A perfectly normal, beautiful woman.

Your hands pressed to the wall, and you slid one of your legs in between his. And you didn't miss the staggering breath he released when your chest followed suit, now flush on his.

Before you were holding back because you thought he wasn't attracted to you. Now you knew that wasn't the case. He was just scared. You were absolutely going to change that.

"If you really don't want this, just push me away Bart." you were teasing him, and he must have realized, because he was glaring. He obviously wasn't used to being dominated. "You're playing with fire."

"Really, right now it looks like I'm playing with a teddy bear." you cooed. You gasped when you saw the flash of lightning in his eyes. It a matter of seconds you were the one pressed to the wall. The smugness on his face was a bit arousing.

"Who's a teddy bear." he leaned in, pressing a kiss at the base of your neck. Letting out a shuddering breath, your hands fisted into his dark jacket.

"You really caught me off guard, guess I should expect that from you by now. Everything you do shocks me." He pulled back, and the softness of his gaze, it had your heart doing flips.

"I'm not sure what this is Bart, and honestly, I really do like you. I like hanging out with you. And I don't want that to stop. I like how honest you are, even your grumpiness."

"I'm not grumpy."

"You're right, I guess the proper term would be grouchy."

"You're walking on a pretty thin line (Y/N)." you smiled.

"I love you the way we banter. It always makes my day." you added. Bart was just taking it all in. Your endearing words. He was glad there was someone who thought he had a sense of humor. Making jokes in STAR Labs was a bit touchy. Probably because he had a pretty dark sense of humor. Still. They could appreciate the effort.

"I love the fact that you're so hot and you seem completely oblivious to it."

That caught him off guard. Now you were just trying to flatter him. He was about to point it out, but you grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket, pulling him down for a kiss. His mouth was opened this time, and you took full advantage of it. You were merciless in your ministrations. Your tongue took charge. You could feel the way he struggled to keep up. It was adorable. Just looking at him one would assume he was the type to take charge. He groaned when your tongue stroked his. You urged him closer and he banged his hand on the wall, trying to regain some type of control. Your hand reached across, grabbing his butt, and he moaned this time.

He liked that. Who would have thought. Your other hand ventured to his dark hair. You caressed it, loving the way it slipped through your fingers. Bart leaned away, trying to gather his breath.

"Minx." he spoke huskily.

"Well, I try."

He watched you, taking it all in. This was something he thought he could no longer achieve. The love of someone else. After what happened, he couldn't trust people. But somehow he'd let himself trust you. And as terrifying as it was, now, he could see a future. One that didn't include being on his own.