Do ya… do you think about me? And do ya… do you feel the same way? Yeah and do ya… do you remember how we felt? 'Cause I do. So listen to me, baby.
His breath was a whisper on her bitten lips, warm and languid hands tantalizing as they brushed the bend of her arms. He was an inch way, a single, solitary moments move from kissing her and she had never wanted anything more, never wanted anything less. This couldn't happen. Not like this, not with him, not, not, not. But the chill coursing through her veins didn't seem to agree, like her very blood was calling to this magnificently horrifying beast of a man. She was on edge, like her body had been electrified and perhaps it had. He was trying to remind her of who they were, what they were but how could she have forgotten?
Perhaps the red hot moments of fiery passion and liquid love that had run through her veins could have been forgotten if he wasn't always there. Physically, mentally. He was always there, on her mind and in her heart although she wanted nothing more than to forget and not feel so in love, so out of control. Yes, she remembered when there love was a Paso doble and not this sensual rumba. They were dancing around each other and if her partner didn't back away then he was going to pull a piece of her so dark, so deeply guarded out with one of his blackened claws. But with him she felt electrified and if that wasn't his specialty, she didn't know what was. She was willing to let him rip her apart as long as she got to chase that blue lightning and it scared her, made her feel crazy. But was she crazy or in love?
And I'm not tryna ruin your happiness, but darling, don't you know that I'm the only one for ya? And I'm not tryna ruin your happiness, baby, but darling, don't you know that I'm the only one? Yeah.
When she was younger, she had read the obligatory trashy romance novels and popular books that taught young girls that being the object of a man's obsession was beautiful and what you wanted. And she hated them. But with his hands smoothing her hair, lips pressing into her ear only to tell her she was his, only his. Asking how can you not see that I only want you to be happy? But you are only happy with me, it's me and you. She could see the allure to the completely encompassing feeling it offered. Somehow it made her feel loved, feel wanted when all it was, was pure obsession and possessiveness.
She wondered where exactly she fell off her rocker into the loony bin but here she was, looking into startling blue eyes and wondering if she could find a feeling to replace the one he gave her. She highly doubted bungee jumping or even running as fast as lightning could give her the same adrenaline rush she got from a single one of his touches. Was she crazy or in love?
And I'm not tryna ruin your happiness, but darling, don't you know that I'm the only one for ya? And I don't wanna, I don't wanna ruin your happiness, baby, but darling, don't you know that I'm the only one? Yeah.
When his lips pressed to hers, any inhibition, lies she could have spun, flew out the window. This was familiar. These lips, these hands, pulling and tugging at his collar to pull him closer. It didn't matter that she was chained to the railing of the bed she had sat on a few days ago screaming at him for being a liar, a monstrous demon that hid behind a dark voice and even darker mask. It didn't matter that Barry and Co. were looking for their little lab assistant who was potentially smarter than all of them combined. It didn't matter that he was Zoom, Hunter Zoloman instead of the Jay Garrick she fell in love with.
All that mattered was how he felt, how she felt, how they felt.
He was crazy; there was no doubt in her mind that the man in front of her was institutionalized for a reason. She was crazy; there was no doubt in her mind as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and carefully pulled her head back as to kiss her more easily and she all but melted into him. But was this insanity, was she crazy? Or was she in love?
Not tryna ruin your happiness at all.
Stay with me, let me show you how to love a man like me.
And as she smiled at him, it wasn't her usual kind-hearted smile of contentedness. No, it was dark, simmering with the hidden piece of her she tried to lock away. Perhaps that's what the dark matter did to her, unleashed the beat within.
Oh, she was in love.
Happily, stupidly, crazily in love.