In the shared apartment of Barry Allen and Leonard Snart, scuffles always occurred in the middle of the night. Not outright arguments or tumbles under the sheets. No, these scuffles involved a blanket and two half-awake men acting like children. This particular night had Barry almost wishing he hadn't agreed to live with the stubborn thief that was his boyfriend.
"Lennnnn," Barry whined, "...gimme the blankie…"
"Nooo," Len replied, dozing off again after being woken up. He had stolen the blanket after Barry had kicked it away, claiming that he was getting too hot. Len, being the possessive bastard that he is, was not about to give it back now- too comfortable to care about anything.
"But, Lenny, I'm cold," the speedster complained.
"Shoulda thought about that before giving up the blanket, Scarlet."
"I just got a little hot, but now I'm too cooooold."
"Too bad, Red. S'mine now."
"Fine then. I'll just...vibrate…."
Barry started doing as he said and was eventually giving off so much heat that he could stop.
"I win," the CSI mumbled before he fell into a deep sleep, without need of Len and the blanket, thank you very much. Unknown to Barry, his boyfriend was still very much awake and waiting for this very moment. Captain Cold wrapped himself around The Flash and relished in the warmth he gave off.
"I win," he murmured to himself tiredly before finally falling asleep.