Caitlin was in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner. Instead of ordering take out like they usually did, she had wanted to cook their meal instead, purely just to shake things up in their little routine that they had fallen in. Plus, she liked cooking, and considering crime had been down, at least on the meta level, she obviously had the time.

On one of her stove burners, she had the spaghetti sauce heating up while another burner was in the process of boiling water. And as she waited on those, she got the meatball ingredients all together and started mixing them into a bowl, only to be quickly interrupted when a knock thudded against her door.

She looked over at the kitchen clock, taking note that it was a little before 6 o'clock. Curious as to who could be knocking, she quickly rinsed her hands free of the meatball gunk and hurried over to her front door, only to be surprised by the sight of Barry.

"You know, for a guy who is known for being notoriously late, you keep showing up here earlier and earlier..." she lightfully remarked.

He sheepishly chuckled as his gaze fell to his shoes. "I um, I just got off from work, so..." he stated, his hands going deep into his jacket pockets.

Her brows pinched together, bewildered. "And you came straight here? Why?"

He licked his lips. "Well, I - I wanted to um...you see..." he started but trailed off, flustered. "It's silly, I mean, I - I needed to see...you...sooner," he paused to hold a hand to his heart, taking in a deep breath.

Caitlin's eyes widened as she took a step forward. "Barry, are you okay? Is something wrong with your chest?"

"Huh, what?" he looked down at his hand then back at her. "No! I was just...I…" he trailed off. "I'm fine. Forget it"

Her eyebrows arched. "Why did you need to see me so soon then?"

With a firm shake of the head, he cleared his throat. "So how was your day?" he instead inquired. "No Flash stuff today, so I guess you had time to work on one of your side projects. Make any headway?"

"Yeah, I did..." she answered distractedly, frowning as her mind continued to focus on the jittery way he was flailing, wondering if he had encountered a meta that could affect him this weird way. "But Barry, what-"

"What's that smell?" he asked in a high pitched tone, stepping around her and walking into her apartment.

The doctor was left momentarily stupefied in the doorway, trying to process what just transpired. "What in the world," she muttered to herself.

"This sauce smells amazing!" she heard him remark from inside, snapping her back to the present.

"Don't you dare eat anything yet!" she hollered as she renentered her apartment and marched into the kitchen to find a cheeky looking Barry standing by the stove. She sighed. "You tasted it, didn't you?"

"Ehhh," he squirmed guiltily. "You may need to add more salt."

She laughed, playfully swatting at him. "It's not done yet because someone showed up early."

"But I'm hungry," he whined, slouching for the full effect. "This is why take out is so convenient."

"Take out is also going directly to my hips," she commented as she added some seasoning to the sauce and stirred it. She then swiveled around to get the raw pasta, since the water was now boiling, only to catch the tail-end of Barry's gaze moving upwards as she turned. Was he just...?

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he offered, his voice getting that jittery vibe to it again.

"Um, why don't you start cooking the meatballs," she suggested as she plopped the raw spaghetti into the water.

He nodded before going to rinse his hands. He came back and stood besides her, sleeves rolled up, and started doing what she instructed. However, the sight of his forearms flexing as he rolled the meat into a ball and delicately placed the food into the frying pan was distracting, not to mention turning her on. Or maybe it was the domestic-ness of it all that was getting to her? Either way, she hated it because she could do little about it, at least while Barry was here.

In the midst of her thoughts, Barry noticed her stare. "Am I doing it wrong?" he questioned, freezing in his task.

She licked her lips and shook her head, turning her attention to the pasta in the hopes that it would help quiet her mind from her thoughts. "No, no. You look like a pro, actually."

The corresponding grin that surfaced on his face did not help her with those thoughts.

"I'm not much of a cook," he admitted with a shrug. "But breakfast foods are definitely my specialty."

"I know," she let out, taking the boiling pasta to the sink to drain. "Those pancakes you made that one time were great." But once she said the words, she cursed herself. That was the morning after their first time. She chanced a glance at her companion only to find him smirking at her, and her mind couldn't stop itself from remembering back to that morning. His hair had been sticking up, his eyes tired but bright, and his treacherous lean body was out on display. And yeah, this was definitely not helping her not think about sex.

"Maybe one of these days we could have a breakfast for dinner type of thing? I could make French Toast or, ooh, I can also make a mean omelette," he boasted proudly.

"I'd definitely would be up for that," she said as she walked back to the stove, playfully hip-checking him, causing the duo to laugh, before she grabbed a spoonful of the sauce. "Here, try it now."

Barry eyed it for a moment, his expression wary. "You're not going to tilt it like you did with the ice cream the other night, are you?"

Caitlin let out a boisterous laugh as she shook her head. "No, I promise, I won't," she said through her giggles - she hadn't even thought of that.

Still playfully eyeing her, he inclined forward to eat off the spoon. "Mmm," he expressed pleasingly.

"Better?"

"Perfect," he answered, his eyes shining kindly. He then leaned down, covering her mouth with his in an unexpected but, nevertheless, welcomed kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked dazedly once they parted.

"Uhh...Well…The truth is that..." he babbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "...I...you are very kissable," he bashfully confessed.

She blushed, ducking her head slightly. "Well, so are you," she admitted, biting down on her lower lip, which immediately attracted Barry's full attention.

"Oh yeah?" he let out, his face moving in closer again.

"Very," she murmured breathily against his lips before she closed the gap.

The speedster immediately let out a sound of approval as he reciprocated the kiss. His hands went to her waist, and before she knew it, she was lifted up on the counter with Barry in between her thighs. The kiss was so unhurried and languid that it felt like they had all the time in the world to be in each other's embrace. Like they were in their own little pocket in the multiverse that was solely for them. She wrapped her legs around him, forcing him closer, causing their fronts to rub together.

The speedster's mouth went to her neck, groaning into it. "How many more days?" Barry asked through a chuckle.

Caitlin laughed back, her hands playing with the back of his hair. "A couple more days and we'll be back to our regular programming," she joked, before sighing. "Are you sure you don't want me to-"

"Cait," he interrupted her, his voice firm but his eyes tender.

She sighed. "I just don't see why both of us have to suffer." She knew that if it had been any other week, they'd probably be doing it on the kitchen table or something by now. If she was going mad with want, he had to be in similar shape..

He snorted. "I'm fine. I can wait. Trust me," he said, moving to interlock their hands together, "this is more than enough."

Her heart fluttered.

He cleared his throat, his expression turning thoughtful. "Cait, listen I…" he paused to take a deep breath only to be interrupted by the smell of something burning. Both shot each other puzzled expressions before each of their eyes widened. "The meatballs!" they shouted in unison.

The speedster quickly turned off the stove burner while Caitlin assessed the damage.

"It's fine," Caitlin told him, holding one meatball in particular up to inspect it. "Only a few got a little...well done."

Barry let out a morose laugh, his head falling to her shoulder blade as his hands fell to her waist. "Sorry. I distracted us."

"It is what it is," she let out good-heartedly, letting herself lean back into his chest comfortably as she mixed the sauce with the pasta. "Why don't you get the movie set up while I make us our plates?" she offered, looking at him behind her shoulder.

"As you wish, my lady," he declared dramatically, causing her to giggle. And with a quick kiss to her cheek, he took off to the living room to get the movie ready, taking her breath away as he did.

.

"Well that was...an interesting movie," Barry said, scratching his head, as the credit began to roll.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she laughed. "You didn't like it?"

"No, no, I did," he insisted. "It's just one of the those movies I think you have to watch more than once to properly figure out what just happened and how..." His eyebrows were pinched as if he was still trying to work out the ending, making Caitlin giggle.

"Hmmm, well then, it sounds like a rewatch is in our future," she said, turning to him, propping her elbow up on the couch's back to rest her head in her hand.

His attention swiveled to her, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "I guess so," he told her softly, moving to mimic her pose. "So, how was your day today, you know, before I got here? You said you were working on your side projects?"

Caitlin blew out a breath as she thought. "Yeah, usually when we don't have anything Flash related going on, we work on other things. Cisco was still trying to find ways to get Fistpuncher though, but I worked on one of my side-projects. Made some good progress too."

"What are these side-projects of yours anyway? I always hear you working on them, but never know what they are."

She suddenly felt shy; she didn't like talking about her side projects too much, mainly because she had so many of them. Her mind was always whirling with ideas to make things easier and faster and more productive, but a lot of the time those things got pushed to the back burner to help Barry with Flash related things, so they never got worked on enough to finish. She'd hate to talk about something and not deliver on it.

"Well, the one I was working on today is this project where I'm trying to speed up the recovery time for not just you, but everyone, really," she shared.

His eyebrows furrowed. "How so?"

"Well," she wobbling started, "I'm trying to manufacture a serum of some sort that would not only help heal wounds, but help heal them correctly and quickly. It would make the possibility of infections almost obsolete and reduce the need for surgeries."

"And how did you make this?"

"I'm only really using mine and your DNA," - Both of his eyebrows rose at that - "I know I should've asked, but I'm not entirely sure if this will work and-"

"No, no, it's fine," Barry quickly reassured her. "I...it's just you and your intelligence continue to baffle me," he confessed with a chuckle.

Caitlin could feel a blush making it's way across her face. "Oh…"

"So this is kind of like an ultra, magical asprin, huh?"

Her nose wrinkled. "Well, it wouldn't be taken orally, more like injected into a vein close to the wound, but I guess the premise is somewhat similar. Though, I think Cisco would have to come up with a cooler name for it."

A hearty laugh expelled from him. "Probably...So, are you close to finishing it?"

The doctor twisted up her face. "Kind of. I think I have a good prototype in place, but I haven't used it on any subjects to run tests and observations just yet."

"Well, I'm sure everything is going to be great," he told her, his hand reaching out to squeeze her knee, sending tingles through her nervous system. "Everything you do is great."

She tucked her hair behind her ear. "Thanks," she let out breathily.

"I guess with your big breakthrough project, you didn't even realized that little ol' me didn't stop by for lunch like I usually do..."

Caitlin frowned. "Of course I did," she told him, boldly reaching to interlock her fingers with his, which were still resting on her knee, her palm tingling as that little warmness radiated throughout her. "But I understand why you can't come to the Lab everyday."

His gaze was hyperfocused on their connected hands. "I was just really busy…"

"I get it."

"You always do," he said quietly, meeting her eyes with his - so soft and solemn. "Listen, Cait…" he started, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Caitlin frowned, sensing his uneasiness for the second time that night. "Are you alright? You're not working too hard, are you? Because even though the Flash hasn't been needed as much, that doesn't mean you should double down on CSI Barry."

He shook his head. "I'm fine, really. Singh just had me doing a lot of mundane filing and reports," he told her, easing her mind. She then watch his lips quirk upwards as his eyes playfully caught hers. "Though it would've obviously been a lot more interesting if you stopped by," he teased, and the blush that had started receding, flared back up, and she swore she must have been red all over now.

"We were talking about how our actions that night at Cisco's were unbelievable, but I truly can't believe we did that in your lab - in a police station of all places!"

His lips fully hiked up into a smirk. "You're such a rebel, ." She scrunched up her face, causing him to laugh.

"But seriously, everything is fine at the precinct? With you?"

"Everything is fine. I promise," he said, giving her hand a small squeeze, reminding her that they were still holding hands, but she was too greedy with the affection to severe it until he did. "Though they do have me going to this conference type thing on Friday…" he relaid, letting out a small groan.

"Oh?" Caitlin reacted curiously. "Is it boring or something?"

"Well, it's just a bunch of people from police stations all over the state getting together to talk about crime rates and quotas and stuff over dinner."

"Is the food good at least?"

Barry chuckled. "Yeah. Something has to get people to stay, right?"

"Well then…" she started unsurely, "Are you allowed a plus one?"

One of the speedster's eyebrows rose. "Y-you want to go?"

She shrugged, suddenly even more unsure of her preposition - he probably thought she was suffocating him. "I mean, it's fine if you don't want me to. I just thought having a friend there would make it less boring."

The smile he had been sporting noticeably waned, though only minutely; if Caitlin hadn't know Barry so well, she may not even had noticed the slight shift in his expression at all. "Right, yeah...um...I would love to have you there," he told her, his lips spreading wide, but just a little too wide to feel completely genuine.

Her eyebrows pinched in worry. "Are you sure you're okay, Barry?"

He cleared his throat. "Yeah! Yeah.." he was quick to say. "I just don't understand why you'd want to submit yourself to that torture," he joked.

She giggled. "Because we have each other's backs. Right, Mr. Allen?"

His eyes softened. "Yeah...we do, Dr. Snow."

For maybe the first time since she's known Barry, she had arrived somewhere after him. The forensic scientist had offered to speed her over to the conference, but Caitlin had spent too much time on her hair for the wind to mangle it within a second, so she took her car, telling Barry to just meet her there. And there he was indeed, his feet bouncing heel to toe as he waited outside the building where the conference was being held. He was wearing a pressed black suit that he filled out quite nicely, accentuating those broad shoulders and lean frame of his that she loved. His hair was a little more groomed and he was freshly shaved, and she was overcome by just how handsome he looked.

He reached up to adjust his deep red tie, one that coincidently matched the dress she took most of the day before searching for, as his eyes scanned his surroundings where he was maybe - hopefully - looking for her. It was then that he saw her, and the accompanying smile that followed made her heart race, and the way his eyes lingered over her, made her body tingle, and an impulse to peel that suit right off of him was more prevalent than ever.

"You look…really nice," he earnestly said as she reached him.

She found herself blushing and feeling shy. "It isn't too much?" she wondered, looking down at her dress, second-guessing her option. She glanced over at the other women walking into the building, trying to draw comparisons.

"Trust me, it's perfect," he told her, his eyes intent on hers, a grin evident in the small curve of his lips and in the light of his eyes, and she believed him, the worry instantly quelled. "Now, shall we?" he asked, extending his arm out.

Caitlin smiled as she linked her arm with his. "We shall."

.

Not long after they took their seats, the talking began, and, boy, was Barry right about the talking being boring. Caitlin had been to her fair share of conventions and conferences and meetings of the like, but this one was an absolute bore fest. It wasn't so much the data they were presenting that was boring, but rather the people presenting it. They obviously had never taken a public speaking class nor knew how to speak into a microphone that didn't involve their lips practically making out with it.

However, during the lull between the 1st and 2nd speech, Captain Singh approached the table, always serious as ever. "Allen," he acknowledged with a curt nod, but a small smile graced through his hardened features as he recognized Caitlin. "Dr. Snow?" he then let out surprisingly as he took a seat on the other side of Barry, "What brings you around?"

"I'm Barry's plus 1."

"Really? How much did he have to pay you?" he joked, and her friend exaggeratingly frowned next to her. "I couldn't even get my husband Rob to accompany me."

"Well, Barry promised me some good food, and the foodie in me couldn't resist," Caitlin answered, knocking her shoulder playfully against the speedster, which caused him to reactively grin.

Singh chuckled. "You're a lucky man, Allen," he said, slapping a friendly hand against his back. "I approve of this union. Maybe you'll get your work done quicker now."

"Oh! No!" Caitlin let out frantically, interrupting the Captain. "We're-we're not dating. I'm just here as a friend, because, you know, we're just friends. Always just friends. Because, I mean, me and Barry?! That'd be crazy!" she rambling continued, finishing with a tightened laugh.

"Is the idea of dating me that bad?" he asked incredulously, and even though his tone was light and jockular for appearances in front of his boss, by the indent in-between his eyebrows, she knew she hurt him in some capacity - maybe she hit an insecurity within his still recovering heart? - and in turn, she felt terrible.

Singh eyed her strangely, his expression caught in between amusement and terror, before his eyes shifted over to Barry's, analyzing them both like the seasoned cop he was. "Imma get a drink," he said, before beelining to the bar.

Waiting until the Captain got a reasonable distance away, Caitlin turned to Barry once he was out of ear-shot, her face remorseful. "Barry, I'm so sorry. That all sounded so-"

But the speedster raised a hand, signaling for her to stop. "Cait, it's fine," he told her, though he looked defeated, and she hated that she contributed to that feeling.

"No, it's not fine," she resoluted. "You're a catch, Barry - honestly! And I'm not just saying this because you're my best friend. I'm saying this because it's true. Any woman would be so lucky to have you."

A breathy laugh expelled from him, sounding to her like he was sharing a morbid inside joke with himself. "But never the woman I want," he muttered, and Caitlin couldn't help but think of Iris. She didn't think he was still so affected by the divorce, but evidently he hadn't moved on as much as she thought he had.

She reached over, laying her hand against his forearm, the action causing him to raise his gaze to meet hers. "You never know," she told him, affectionately squeezing his arm, "maybe she just needs time. That's all."

A small glimmer of hope brightened up his beautiful eyes, making them look less like a lonely forest and more like an open field in the country. "You think so?"

"Yeah, I do," Caitlin responded, because he was Barry, and who in their right mind wouldn't want him?

Luckily the food came out then, and what rolled out on her plate had the doctor practically salivating, even more so when she began eating it. It definitely made up for the boring part of the evening. But when the dessert platter rolled around - a beautiful chocolate cake concoction - she couldn't hold back as she moaned heavenly with each bite.

"What?" she asked, noticing that Barry kept sending her amused glancest.

He laughed. "Nothing...nothing," he said with a definitive shake of his head.

"What, am I being embarrassing?" she wondered - she didn't think she was being that loud.

"No, it's just," he then leaned over to whisper into her ear, "I just thought only I could make you moan like that."

Caught between chewing and wanting to laugh, the food went down the wrong way, inducing a minor coughing fit that had her reaching for her wine in an attempt to wash the sensation away. "Barry!" she whisper-hollered when she was capable again, blushing but fighting off a grin nonetheless.

"Sorry!" he let out, but he was smirking too widely for her to consider the apology sincere. "Are you okay though?" he then asked, his expression turning more solemn as his hand went up to rub gentle circles into her back. "I can't have you dying on me."

"Luckily, I know how to perform the heimlich maneuver on myself, but yes, I'm fine," she assured him.

"Good, because I don't know what I'd do without you, Dr. Snow."

Her breath hitched, her stomach flipping. "Well, at least I know what I'd do without you," she quietly quipped, hoping the change in tone would help bring some rest to her manically beating heart. "Once I find out who catered this, that is, I might not even need a man."

"Ouch," he said, his hand going to his heart as if she had wounded him, but this time she knew she didn't. His smile was subtle, but it reached his eyes, making them soft and alit with humor, if not also containing a little bit of lust. "I guess I'm going to have to learn some new moves to keep up with the competition..."

"Maybe so..." she said before pursing her lips, trying not to show how affected she was becoming. His boss, along with some of his other co-workers, were sitting with them for crying out loud.

"Barry Allen!" his name suddenly sounded over the speakers, breaking them from their flirty conversation. Barry quickly looked at the clapping crowd and then back at her, confused about what was happening, but she could only shrug.

"Allen, stop making an ass out of our department and go on up there and accept your award," Singh grunted.

Barry's eyes bulged. "I won?!" he asked in disbelief, but when Singh's expression grew even more stern, the forensic scientist quickly scrambled out of his seat, meekly ushering himself to the stage.

Upon reaching the stage, he shyly accepted a small plaque for Distinguished Service, causing a wave of pride to wash over her as she clapped along with everyone else in the room. The Flash was recognized everyday in the newspapers and on television - he even had a key to the city - but it was nice to see good ol' Barry Allen get his recognition too. He was just as deserving, if not more so, for some praise.

"It's funny," Singh started, gaining her attention as the applause began to recede, "Barry was half experienced as all the other applicants that day I hired him, but look at him now."

Caitlin raised a brow at the Captain, her curiosity getting the best of her. "If he was so inexperienced, why did you hire him?"

Singh chuckled. "I could see that he was bright and that he obviously had great potential, but I mainly hired him because instead of talking about wanting to put away the bad guys like all the other applicants did, he talked about wanting to help the innocent people from getting wrongly convicted…and I thought we needed more of that mentality on the force."

A tender smile inched up her face. "That's sounds like Barry," she fondly commented, her eyes finding her friend through the throng of people in the crowd - so many people had gotten up to congratulate him on his award and talk with him - and somehow she found herself capable of falling even more in love with him.

"I'm sorry about earlier." She turned her head to the Captain, raising an inquisitive brow. "When I insinuated that you two were dating," he clarified.

"Oh," she let out, waving her hand at it. "It's fine."

"I made things awkward."

She laughed, shaking her head. "We got over it," she assured him.

"I've just noticed that he's been a lot happier recently, and I figured he was dating someone. And then when I saw you here tonight, with him looking just as happy, I made assumptions, and for that I am sorry. I guess the detective in me is getting a little rusty," he joked.

"No," she softly insisted, all the while her heart was swelling at the other thing Barry's boss had been saying. Was their time together really making Barry that much happier? Surely it wasn't just because of her alone - probably more so the sex they were engaging in with all those endorphins and whatnot - but it was nice to think she was at least a part of his elevated mood.

"Excuse me," Singh then said, getting up from his seat. "I think we've finally reached that time of the night where it's socially acceptable to leave so I'm going to take it," he told her, winking at her. "It was nice seeing you again though, Dr. Snow. Don't be a stranger at the precinct," he said, sending her a sincere grin before he left for the exit.

Caitlin humorously shook her head, her mind wondering if Singh would still be saying that if she knew what she had done with Barry in the forensics lab. Unable to help herself, she giggled into her hand. It was probably best to keep that between her and Barry until the end of time.

"What's so funny?" she then heard behind her, only to realize Barry finally escaped the crowd of people that he had been engulfed in.

"Nothing," she laughily answered before springing up from her seat. "But congratulations!" she happily exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in a hug he readily accepted. "I didn't know you were being nominated for anything," she said coming out of the hug only to swat at his arm lightly. "Why didn't you tell me you were nominated?"

Barry chuckled, sheepishly shrugging. "I didn't think I was going to win - I never win."

"But you did today."

As that fact settled in, he smiled a self-actualized grin. "I did, didn't I?"

She smiled back, her heart bursting; she was so proud of him. "Yes, you did," she confirmed. "And I think this calls for a proper celebration."

Barry frowned, confused. "Milkshakes..?" he guessed.

Caitlin let out a hark of laughter. "No, silly," she said, her hands reaching up to straighten his tie, her fingers lingering. "I'm referring to a celebration that is a little more intimate and private..."

The way his eyes proceeded to grow as understanding dawned on him almost made Caitlin laugh again, but she refrained.

"We - we can now?"

"We can," she confirmed, and before she could do or say anything else, wind was slapping all around her as Barry ran them back to her apartment, stopping just outside her door.

It took a second to realize what had just happened, but when she did, she sprung on Barry, laying a bruising kiss against him that he feverishly reciprocated. Their pent up desires and wants that had cultivated over the past week had reached its tipping point and they were both aching to give in.

Barry contoured himself against her back, leaving kisses along her shoulder blade as she turned, fumbling for the keys in her purse. "Shit," Caitlin let out, remembering something. "My car," she gasped out just as Barry nipped at her collarbone.

"I'll get it later," he promised against her skin as she opened the door.

Once inside, Caitlin immediately flung her purse away at the same time as Barry shed himself of his suit jacket. They met together again, hands urgent on each other's bodies as he backed her against her front door, effectively closing it.

She giggled as she melted against the door, her body molding into the groves as Barry made his way up her neck and to her pulse point. Her eyes closed tight as his teeth pleasurably grazed the sensitive skin, encouraging the blood in her body to thrum all throughout, enticing an embedded moan to escape her throat. Caitlin then dug her fingers deep into the back of his hair, pulling him flushed against her as she kissed him so rawly. Their fronts aligned, the friction of it causing both of them to groan against each other's mouths, their want and need for each other never so evident.

Barry's hands went under her dress, his fingers testing her dampness, making the doctor coo from the touch, her hips lifting into it. "Damn, Caitlin," he breathed out as their kiss ended, the warmness of his breath fanning against her face, and if she wasn't so horny, she'd be slightly embarrassed by how wet she was already, but she didn't care in this moment. She just wanted him.

"Barry," she let out wantonly.

Without thinking much more, the speedster dragged the zipper from his pants down its jagged path, pulling out his dick from its confines. He lifted Caitlin's one leg up to his hip, moving her panties to the side just as Caitlin reached down to grab his length, directing it straight into her womanhood. "Fuuuck…" she heavenly muttered, her head falling to his shoulder as she took in the feeling of him being in her. It had been too damn long, but it still felt just as good, and just as right.

He lifted her from the floor, hoisting both of her legs up around his waist, before beginning to push himself in and out of her steadily.

"Mmm," Caitlin moaned, her hands desperately clutching him, wrinkling his pristine shirt as her nerve endings spazzed with pleasure. "More," she breathily requested, though she wasn't entirely sure what that 'more' entailed. However as Barry picked up his pace, his cock fervently pounding into her, making the door creak each time her weight fully pressed against it with every passionate thrust, it fulfilled the need just right.

It seemed cliche to think that she was a lock and Barry was the missing key, but it was the best analogy that she could think of. Barry just got her; he understood her on a level no one else did or could. Just like a traditional key, his body fit perfectly along every crevice of hers. And just like a key, he unlocked and opened something inside her - a cyclone of feelings and sensations she hadn't felt in years (if ever) and he did it so effortlessly.

"Oh, oh Barry!" she cried out, her legs tightening around his middle as the heightened feeling of her orgasm began to peak. And by the way he was watching her under his eyelashes, his chest heaving and green eyes so lustfully dark, she knew he was close too. He moved her slightly, only changing the angle of his thrusts by a few degrees, but it ended up being her undoing since she was soon puddy in his arms, pleasure rolling over her in waves as Barry kept it up, all until his own orgasm hit, his cock twitching inside her, causing his rhythm to stutter before completely stopping.

She was happy she had the door behind her for support since her legs felt like jello as Barry gently placed her back down on the floor. Panting heavily, he pulled himself out of her, sticking his dick back into his pants before looking up at her with pure amazement. "That was…" he began, trailing off to further catch his breath.

"Hot?" she hazily supplied, laughing.

He laughed too, though he sounded almost sheepish. "Yeah...definitely, definitely hot."

"I hope no one was out in the hallway," she said, grimacing slightly at that afterthought before throwing her face in her hands as her cheeks flushed just thinking about someone hearing them.

Barry gently peeling them off her face. "I'm sure no one heard," he tried to assure her, but just then they both heard a door close out in the hallway. "Well...maybe just one person?" he amended, causing both of them to bashfully giggle against each other as their foreheads met tenderly.

"We might have gotten just a little too excited there."

"Yeah, we kind of did," he murmured blissfully, their noses nuzzling.

Being so close, it was hard to resist from kissing again, so they didn't. They eliminated the proximity, their mouths latching on to each other's soulfully. And damn, she loved this. Loved them getting lost in each other - the kisses, caresses and laughter that heightened the already overpowering feelings she felt.

"Do you think we can make it into my bedroom for round 2?" she teased, her fingers toying at the buttons of his shirt, iching to feel his bare skin under her palm.

He seductively smirked, the expression making her womanhood pulse. "Oh, we definitely can," he growled before picking her up and speeding her into her bedroom, leaving her happily squealing as clothes were quickly shed and they were at it again.

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"Your bed is so comfy," Barry told her after another round (at this point, she had lost track). He was under her sheets, but they were low on his hips, leaving his long, lean torso out on display. His eyes were peacefully closed, soaking in the softness of her bed.

She giggled burrowing herself further under her covers, seeking warmth now that their activity's effects on her body were diminishing. She turned on her side, propping her elbow up to hold her head, watching him amusingly. "So that's the real reason you come over, huh?" she teased.

His eyes opened, swiveling his head towards her, a wolfish smile spreading as he too turned on his side. "Drats, you found me out," he joked back before reaching over to lay a tender kiss against her lips as a way to silently reinforce the fact that he was kidding.

Breaking their liplock, he gently wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and enveloping her in his strong clasp. She let out a content sigh as she laid her head on his bare chest, comforted by the weight of his head leaning against hers, as well as the sound of his heart pounding under her ear.

Barry sighed after a length of minutes passed of them nuzzling and basking in each other's embrace. "It is way too late," he commented with a tired chuckle, his grip beginning to loosen. "I should get going," he muttered lamentfully, the weight of a kiss plopping down on her head.

"Stay," she whispered against his chest, holding onto his frame.

His large hands spanned and rubbed along her back, sending a chill through her body. "It's really really late, Cait, and we have to get to Cisco's pretty early tomorrow," he responded, though he didn't make any move to extract himself just yet. "And I am way too exhausted to go another round, even though I really wish I wasn't," he said, looking down at her appreciatively.

Caitlin snorted, her hand going up to caress his face. She took in how heavy his eyes were, but his overall expression was content as he smiled lazily at her. She couldn't help but smile back too. "No, I meant...stay the night. Stay here."

His breath hitched, and she wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing. "I'm fine. It's not like I'm driving. It'll take me 2 seconds."

The doctor shook her head. "It's still dangerous. You just said you were exhausted. What if you run into something because you are too tired to see straight? Plus," she said, pausing to snuggle herself back up against his chest, holding him tight as if she was a koala and he were a tree, "I'm extra cold tonight and I need your warmth."

She felt his body shake against her as he let out a chuckle. "Fine. But now I know why you let me come over. All you want is my heat," he kidded.

Caitlin laid a kiss to his chest "And what are you going to do about that, Mr. Allen?" she humorously pondered, playfully prodding him.

He let out a long yawn as he secured his hold on her. "Absolutely nothing, Dr. Snow," he whispered softly.

Butterflies erupted in her stomach and a smile twitched across her face, her whole body overflowing with this warm and fuzzy feeling, and it wasn't because she was currently wrapped up within a speedster. "Good night, Barry."

"Good night, Caitlin."


A/N: Uhhhhh, WOW. I did not think it was going to take me 6 months to update this – FOREVER sorry that it took me so long. I was writing other Snowbarry stories during those months though, so if you haven't read any of them, definitely check those out! Lol!

But honestly, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. It feels a bit filler-y to me, but it's necessary going forward. As always, thanks for reading and PLEASE REVIEW with your thoughts, and hopefully I won't take another 6 months to update! :)

REVIEW REPLY:

Thank you for reviewing jenycoga, HOPE, TinkStar87, jdcocoagirl, Eliley, n'IthoughtIwascrazy, your wife, and geekymoviemom!

You10: Thank you so much – glad you're enjoying it! And also, I'd love to hear you theory on how this is going to end! Lol! Send me a DM if you want because now I'm curious xD

Werejaguar of Halloween Town: First off, I absolutely LOVE your name! lol. Secondly, I agree so much with what you said in your review. This show had so much potential but it always goes the "safe" route in my opinion and it shows. And despite not being in the fandom anymore, thank you for reading this story – I appreciate it!

Meaningless Us3ername: Yeah, as much as I enjoy the Killer Frost dynamic they have on the show right now, ideally I would prefer if it was our Caitlin being the hero rather than her "evil twin". But I'm glad you're enjoying this. I'm hoping to bring her powers into play again soon. Thanks for reviewing!

taitlin: I'm sorry I had to cut off their makeout session, lol, but it was necessary – glad you ended up thinking so too. And I'm hoping to include a little more of her training and using her powers. And Cisco keeps trying to get them to tell each other without letting on that he knows the other feels the same and its taxing since Snowbarry is so oblivious! LOL! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

ShanouNash: First off, I miss you on Twitter. But as for your review, yes, they are both being completely oblivious (even though it LOOKS very obvious), but I just think the other doesn't feel worthy enough, therefore the don't think it's possible. And I try to add as much Snowbarrisco as possible, since I love them almost as much as Snowbarry itself. Thank you so much for reading reviewing as always! :)

Semajvii: Hahaha! I know, they are so dense, but to me they both just believe it would be too good to be true if the other loved them the same. Thanks for reading and reviewing!

Guest21JSA: My story is supposed to take place after canon. So this story is supposed to take place at least sometime after season 4, so WA still got married, but soon after in my story, they got divorced, and they have been divorced a little over a year now. Hope that helps with the confusion! Thanks for reading! :)