Caitlin Snow stared at the open entrance to the cave where Jay-no, Zoom, had taken the dead or dying Caitlin Snow. Killer Frost was the name she's used, but Caitlin had still felt a kinship with the woman who'd been an alternate version of herself. She stared at the cell where Frost had been confined for nearly a minute before she felt the ground rumble beneath her feet. She glanced at the masked man. If this was an earthquake, she'd need to break him out. If it wasn't, breaking him out would be a death sentence.
A bright, molten spot appeared in the metal wall, and Caitlin glanced at the masked man, the man who'd tried to warn her about Frost's attack. He motioned for her to back away from, the wall, and she did. The spot grew brighter and sparks popped off from the surface. It looked like someone was trying to burn through the door with a welder. She wasn't sure whether she should be frightened or excited. It could be someone trying to rescue her, or her masked companion. It could also be one of Zoom's enemies, and Caitlin doubted that would be good for her.
After nearly an hour of waiting and watching the line of heated metal move in a rough circle, about three feet across, she heard a banging sound from the other side of the wall. The sound grew louder and eventually the thick metal started to give way. Picking up a metal pipe from the floor, she stood in front of the masked man's cell. She might not be a fighter by nature, but she wasn't about to leave him defenseless.
When the round slab of thick metal finally pushed free, it fell to the floor noisily. A dark, sooty figure crawled through wearing a welder's mask. He was big and dirty, and Caitlin tightened her grip on the pipe. The man removed his mask and reached out to catch Caitlin when she flew into his arms.
"I thought you were dead!" she said, weeping with relief and joy. Dirty, but smiling, Jay Garrick held her tightly.
"I've been stuck here, trying to get back," he said, holding her gingerly. Caitlin stepped back, a little frightened and looked him over. "It really is me, Cait."
"I saw him stick his hand through your chest," she said. "But he said it was a-a remnant." She backed up, "how are you alive?"
"He did stick his hand through my chest," Jay said. "But he needed me alive to steal my speed."
"How did you get through here?"
I don't think anyone except a speedster could get here, at least not easily." He glanced around him and he saw the man in the mask. The man pounded on his cell when Jay walked closer. "Who's he?"
"I don't know." Caitlin moved to the transparent barrier. "Zoom said he'd kill him if I tried to break him out."
"Do you know how?" Jay turned her around to face him. "Can you do it now?"
"I don't think so," she said, gesturing to the big cable and the shattered remains of Frost's cell. "I don't think I can get enough juice for a second try."
"I have to get you someplace safe," Jay said, reaching up to touch her face. He paused and withdrew his dirty hand. "I agree, we need to save him," he said, halting her protests. "If Zoom has him alive, he must be useful to him, or useful to us. Either way, we can't leave him."
"How did you get through?" Caitlin asked, glancing into the dark tunnel.
"I don't know if it was the velocity serum, but Zoom didn't take all of my speed. I can still use it on a limited basis." He gestured above them. "There's a mine shaft above, the entrance is blocked, possibly by a collapse, probably by Zoom." He moved to the wall and the opening. "I was able to pass through the rock in one of the thinner areas." He reached in and brought out an oxygen cylinder. "There's some larger spaces throughout that have ventilation, but you should probably use this." He handed it to her.
"Do you have a light?" She asked, eyeing the dark space warily.
"Yes, but it's pretty cramped in there, let me turn everything around." He went back into the tunnel and Caitlin turned to the man in the mask.
"He's a good guy," she said. "We'll get you out."
"I can only take one at a time," Jay said. "I'll come back for you," he said to the masked man who stood, tense and angry at the barrier. He put the oxygen mask on Caitlin and she crawled through the hole. She could stand, but Jay had to stoop. There were light sticks glowing dully on the floor. It wasn't exactly a room, but after her eyes adjusted, Jay pulled her along behind him.
"Will you be able to get him out soon?" she asked, staring at the wide breadth of his back.
"Once I get you someplace safe, I'll bring him to some people who can safely hold him."
"Hold him?"
"If you don't know who he is, he could be dangerous." He stopped and turned to her, gripping her shoulder. "I'm not risking your safety again."
Warmth filled Caitlin's chest. She hadn't allowed her heart to hope
Caitlin stood at the kitchen sink of the small cabin where Jay had taken her. He'd explained that he hadn't wanted anyone to know about her. Even the people who supported the Flash ousting Zoom might be desperate enough to use her against him. She'd showered and changed into one of his clean shirts, and while he'd showered she'd decided to hand wash her clothes. The bathroom door opened and she left the kitchen, nearly bumping into Jay who wore only a towel. She didn't move away from him, and he didn't move away from her.
The blonde speedster stood very still, and waited for Caitlin to move. The smell of his warm skin was familiar; musky but clean and with a hint of spice. It was a natural smell, it reminded her of wool sweaters, old books, and sunshine. Zoom, for the short time she'd been close to him, had a hard smell; metallic hints and traces of chemicals, like from industrial floor cleaners. This was her Jay.
Caitlin was eye-level with Jay's broad chest. She placed her hand over his heart, in the same spot that she'd seen Zoom's hand pass-through.
"It took me a little longer to-uh, to heal." His voice was hesitant, uncertain. He drew in a quick breath when her cool fingers touched his warm skin. She ran her fingers over the spot and boldly lay her cheek against him. His heart thumped quickly.
"Why did Zoom take me?" she asked, keeping her attention focused on his chest. "Why did he try to convince me that he was you?"
"I'm not sure." Jay's voice was soft. He dropped the t-shirt he'd been holding and lifted his hand to her elbow, but didn't touch her. "I know he was watching us for a while. He asked me why I got close to you, and why I let you-" he broke off suddenly and swallowed when her delicate fingertips brushed the edge of his nipple.
"Yes?"
"Why I let you get close to me." He cleared his throat before continuing. "He wanted to know what was so special about you. It had to be more than as a scientist because I'd gotten…personal with you."
"What did you tell him?" She lifted her gaze to his.
"As little as possible," he answered. "I was afraid he'd try to hurt you if he thought I was hiding something. He thought you had some special power, that you were a meta-human."
"He doesn't seem to understand real emotions."
"He kept saying we were the same, and that you could make him…happy."
"That makes some sense, now." Caitlin stood back and flattened both of her palms on his chest. He brought his hands around her to rest at the small of her back.
"Caitlin, I never thought I'd see you again, and I'll find a way to keep you safe, but if you don't stop touching me-" His voice was tight and Caitlin looked at his flushed face. He glanced down, embarrassed, and she noticed the front of his towel was doing a poor job of hiding how happy he was to see her.
"Oh, sorry." She jumped back, standing up straighter and turning around. She felt heat rising to her face and knew she was blushing like a little girl. "I didn't mean to…upset you." She cursed her vocabulary for failing her so spectacularly, upset was definitely not the right word. She stood in front of the wall, pressing her cool palms to her cheeks, attempting to quench the burning she felt as her embarrassment grew. She heard a squeak in the floorboard behind her and the soft thump of a towel hitting the floor. She felt him standing behind her, so big and so hot. He blocked out the light and the draft from the window with his strong frame. A heavy hand touched her shoulder.
"I don't want you to stop, but I won't…do anything…if you don't want to." He brushed her long hair off her shoulder but stopped before doing anything else. "Did he…hurt you?"
"No," she said quickly, starting to turn before realizing he was completely naked. She shut her eyes and shook her head. "He didn't touch me." She'd seen plenty of men naked, women too, her work as a scientist required it, but she'd never blushed until Ronnie. Hadn't blushed since Ronnie. She opened her eyes and focused on the wall. Jay's thumb started to rub circles against her nape, the sensitive spot he'd found once, in the entryway to her apartment. She felt his breath there, and let her head fall back when his lips touched her. Lips she'd thought she'd never feel again.
Caitlin raised her hands and buried her fingers in Jay's thick, soft hair. His arms wound around her and she felt his teeth graze her. She turned and he kissed her. He kissed her so hard that she stumbled back against the wall.
"Sorry," he gasped quickly, wrapping his arms around her middle and lifting her up. He backed up until he reached the bed and sat, pulling her legs around him, and sitting her bare bottom on his lap. Between them, Caitlin felt his erection poking at her belly. Thick and long, like him, she moved her hand to stroke down the length of him. His fingers tightened on her hips and he tensed, holding himself very still. He waited for her to make the next move, typical of Jay Garret, she thought. She raised herself up, slightly and positioned him where she wanted him.
The blunt, moist tip of his erection rested at Caitlin's warm entrance. He was thick so she knew she would have to go slowly. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and watched him while she slowly sank, impaling herself on him, inch by inch. His eyes were shut and he was clenching his jaw tightly. She felt him shudder from the strain of holding back and little by little, she engulfed him. It had been a long time since she'd been with a man, and in spite of the accommodating moisture her body provided, she still went slow.
Jay trembled once Caitlin was resting on his lap again. She kissed him gently and leaned over to his ear.
"You don't have to wait," she whispered. "I won't break."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said, opening his eyes and shifting under her.
"I won't break," she insisted again. Caitlin rolled her hips as she spoke and Jay took her at her word. He flipped her onto her back and to her surprise, and disappointment, withdrew from her, backing away. He pulled one of her knees over his shoulder and pressed his mouth against her, intimately. "Ah, I can't wait," she said, arching her back when he fluttered his tongue against the most sensitive part of her body. The touch was light as a feather, but so fast she wondered if he used his super speed. He brought her to orgasm so quickly she screamed. He continued his attention as her whole body jerked and her back arched up.
"Now I'm ready," Jay growled as the last waves of Caitlin's climax washed over her. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust into her, bringing her leg around him. He braced his foot on the floor and began a fast rhythm. He wasn't gentle; he thrust hard and deep. He climaxed shortly afterward, clenching her hip in a bruising grip. He tucked his sweaty face into the crook of her neck and waited for his breath to return to normal.