Snowells follow up on 1x18 – He's never impressed


Caitlin wasn't really sure whether there was any work to do left at the moment and with Barry gone to dinner with Felicity, Roy, Iris and Eddie and Cisco somewhere out as well, she contemplated heading home early, but then again, she didn't know what she would be doing there. Maybe she should check up on…

"He's never impressed," she heard his voice coming from behind her, accompanied by the all-too-familiar hum of the electric wheelchair he was driving. He was just repeating what she'd herself told to Roy earlier.

"It's true," she said when whirling around and folding her arms over her chest as she leaned against her desk.

"Yes," dr. Wells agreed when he finally stopped right in front of her, looking up at her with that characteristic spark in his eyes that were only reserved for her. "Though it's also true that I'm always impressed by you. You have never ceased to accomplished that particular task and you don't even have to try hard," he paid her the well-deserved compliment.

Caitlin smiled at him brightly, her expression conveying so much love and devotion for him that his heart skipped a beat. What this woman could do to him still seemed to be beyond him. He never acted like he did with her. He'd never craved anything and anyone in his life – until she came along, that was. If this wasn't true love, then he didn't know what was.

He reached his hands to her, placing them on her waist and them moving them back as he pushed her forward so he could bury his face in her stomach, embracing her like this, breathing her in, never wanting to let her go.

"Barry suspects something," she chose that moment to inform her lover, her hands burying themselves in his hair.

"I know," Harrison admitted. "Let it play out for now."

He lifted his head up then and his hands pushed even further so she had no choice but to land in his laps, straddling him a little awkwardly as she wore a skirt that now ran up her thighs, exposing her skin for his touch.

"Harrison, we're in the middle of the cortex," she forced herself to remind him when his hands disappeared under her blouse and cupped her breasts in a way she liked, massaging them skillfully and teasing the peaks.

"No one's here," he responded, completely unaffected by that information.

"But the cameras…"

"We can erase the footage… or better even, take the recording with us," he suggested.

"Naughty you."

"Yes," he confirmed. "Always, dr. Snow. But only with you."

That was it for her. She needed to taste him, to feel more of him, so she cupped his face and lifted it up to close his lips in a kiss she craved so much now while in the same time rolling her hips against his own, feeling him grow hard against her.

She squealed when he suddenly grabbed her hips and lifted her up while raising from his chair, placing her on the desk's surface, his hands disappearing under her skirt and stroking her flesh through the thin lacy panties she wore.

"Are you charged enough?" she still managed to ask, though truth be told, she was already beyond stopping. She wanted him. She always wanted him and when he was offering so eagerly…

"Yes," the simple answer came. "And even if, it's always worth it," he assured her.

She didn't need more. She reached to his buckle and undid it quickly, then she took care of the button and the fly of his pants before releasing him and stroking, feeling him getting hard all the way in her hand.

They didn't waste any time with taking their clothes off, settling for a quickie since they were, indeed, in the cortex and even despite there being no chance of them being caught – since Harrison would sense the intruder right away – they actually wanted to reach their completion.

And they would, Caitlin bit on her lip as he slid inside in one powerful stroke, proceeding to fucking her. The situation and placement called for it and she wouldn't have it any other way, always impressed by him as well.