Don't Bother

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Barry Allen about Iris West (via stydiaeverafter)

Best of The Flash → 1.01 “Pilot” Barry Allen  

“Come on – I think after everyone that I have taken on I can handle a grandmother and whatever cane she has waving around,” she joked. Artemis had alertly taught herself not to expect things. To run away whenever she thought she was about to get something that she actually wanted because the pain of losing it would sting too much. Artemis knew that right now she should be running. Getting away from this and reminding both of them that they were just meant to be friends but she was lost in him. Never in a thousand years had she imagined that this was actually happening, she didn’t even believe that it was actually happening, maybe this entire thing was just a dream. A dream that she never wanted to wake up from. Once the positions were switched she reached over to the back of his neck, pulling him closer to kiss him desperately. While her other hand went underneath his shirt trailing down his chest. Pulling her body upwards so that she could let her lips hover inches from his, her eyes meeting the dark hues that watched her,“Are you sure?” she asked, after all she did have the worst timing in the world. 

You don’t have to say anything.

“Apparently it is because you exist. That there is.” There was no denying that she wanted this and the majority of her didn’t care that they were at a hospital room. Most people had hospital sex once in their lives, at least that was what that show Grey’s Anatomy managed to teach Maisie but she didn’t know how Kevin would feel about this. She had already kissed him at the wrong time and she didn’t want this to always be at the wrong time. So instead she just leaned in and kissed him softly, as her fingers traced his jawline, leaving her other hand to go underneath his shirt. It was tough to pull back, she didn’t want to but she also didn’t want to ruin this. These were the moments she wished she could read his mind.

“Careful, I’ve heard grandma’s are sore losers,” he warned. Her hand went underneath his shirt and she looked at him something sparking in her eyes. He knew that look. The air left his lungs in a rush. How many nights had they fallen asleep wrapped around each other? He hadn’t wanted her then, or maybe he had wanted her before he even knew what it was to want someone. God knew he’d loved her before he knew what that was. It was like a rubberband snapped in the pit of his stomach and his hand wrapped around the back of her head, tucking her close as he turned them, putting himself between the door and her. Her hand moved across his stomach to his back as the angles changed. His hands moved across her skin as he deepened the kiss, feeling her respond to him. For the first time he was actually glad he worked for the CIA because there was no way they were going to let just anyone wander in. And if this was going to happen here--well he was going to take full advantage of that.