It'd been a while since Caitlin had gone shopping, not to mention pretty dress shopping. It wasn't like she'd gone on any dates since the accelerator explosion and even before that, since she'd been too infatuated with her boss to even think about meeting other men. Besides, work always got in the way in the end, so now she could only pray that the date wouldn't get interrupted as she was perusing her closet in search of something sexy or at least nice that she could wear. Once her eyes came across a little pale blue dress she knew she hit the jackpot since she was positive she'd never worn this for any of S.T.A.R. Labs' formal occasions, therefore Harrison couldn't have seen it. It wasn't as though he minded what she wore, but she wanted to look pretty for him just because it was their official first date. In fact, she needed everything to just go perfect and she could only hope the team wouldn't interrupt when calling about some crisis. The real question right now was whether Caitlin would even fit into the dress. She hadn't been wearing it for years and her body, though thin, had become fuller as she finished college and started working. Then again, those last few months she'd lost some weight when being constantly worried about Harry's life. She could only hope it would all even itself out in the end.

"Bingo!" she called out happily when checking her reflection in the mirror. The dress was perfect, a pair of dark blue heels and matching envelope bag fitting just right. Cait wondered whether she should do something about her hair, but in the end she let it be, allowing the curls to fall down her back. She was ready just in time, the doorbell ringing, indicating Harrison impeccable punctuality.

She smiled broadly as she ran to the door and flung it open, not able to wait till he saw him. Her mouth parted open, mirroring his own reaction as she took in his usual head to toe black attire. The difference now, though, was that after a closer examination she reached a conclusion that he was actually wearing black pants with a dark grey button down shirt to break a little color – still, she could argue about that – and a black jacket over it all. There was also a small bouquet of blue hortensia in his hands.

"Hi," she said, the smile refusing to fade away from her face.

For a moment he didn't actually say anything to that, just staring and staring, shamelessly running his piercing blue eyes down her body, taking in the tight blue dress she was wearing.

"Um… Harrison?" she eventually asked, feeling rather uncomfortable because she couldn't be sure whether he was simply admiring her or deciding she didn't look all that good. And where the sudden insecurity even came from? She immediately chastised herself. She looked perfect and he must've noticed.

"Oh, sorry," he apologized sincerely, just now realizing that his staring was all too obvious. "It's just… you…" He met her eyes and sent her way a sheepish smile. "I guess I've never seen you in anything remotely causal or… or this sexy. You always dress up professionally for work."

"I'm not sure whether to take this as a compliment or not, but I'll run with the first," she teased him, smiling again. "You don't look so bad yourself. Although you could use a little color."

He was just about to roll his eyes at it when she added, "Good thing Cisco and Barry designed your suit. Otherwise you'd be running around all in black."

"I was actually going to talk to them about the yellow…" Harry picked up on that.

"Don't you dare! Besides, they won't change it just to spite you and you know it."

"Well, it's not like I don't deserve it." He sighed and the smile faded away from her face.

She made a step forward and looked up at him. "Harry, what happened is already in the past. Let's look into the future, ok? Is this for me?" she then asked and he blinked a few times at the sudden change of topic. Then he realized she meant the flowers he was still holding on to and actually forgot about.

"Oh, of course. I see I made the perfect choice. They go with the dress."

"Thank you. I love it!" Snow showed him her enthusiasm when she took the bouquet and then briefly disappeared back in her apartment, throwing his way that she was going to put it to water.

Harrison just stood there outside the door, his hands in his pockets as he truly wasn't sure what he should do now, whether he should maybe walk inside or… It had been a while for him since he'd been on any kind of a date or… he didn't even remember when was the last time and out of the sudden he was beyond nervous.

"Are you ok?" Caitlin asked when she appeared again, grabbing her coat on the way with her bag and then she closed the door behind her. "You look all jittery."

"Honestly, Snow…" he started and after a brief moment of hesitation, he finally confessed, "it's been a while since… I mean…"

"I haven't been on a date since forever, too," she admitted just then and his eyes flickered back to hers. "In fact, the last one was when I was still at college. Great, hah? Maybe I shouldn't even be telling you that."

"Honestly, you're no better than I am. Or… on second thoughts… at least you remember your last serious date."

"Oh," she picked up on that, sending his way a coquettish smile as she slip her arm though his and they started off down the corridor, "so it's serious, then."

"I remember already confessing my love for you, so I can't imagine it wouldn't be," he responded.

"I'm just messing with you, you know?"

"Oh, I do. And I'm just playing along, dr. Snow."

"I think we'll be just fine, dr. Wells. Lead the way."


Snow didn't know why, but she was anxious the whole drive to the restaurant as she kept on waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the team to call them in, to tell them there was a crisis, that there was a new metahuman in town causing some rampage or maybe Ronnie making an appearance.

Harrison picked up on that and he reached his hand to take hers and squeezing gently.

"It's going to be fine. The city can handle one night without the Flash."

"Are you sure about it?" she still asked, squeezing his hand right back.

"It's been fine so far, right? My powers are a rather new development, after all."

"True," she admitted with a nod, by now playing with his fingers. "We've had enough of bad luck, so this night should go well for a change."

"How well exactly?" he suddenly asked, his voice growing hoarse and she knew well what he was implying. In fact, she leaned towards him just then, careful not to obscure his view of the street ahead and then she placed a soft kiss on the side of his lips.

"Very well," she answered him and he actually groaned at that.

"Are you sure you want to go to dinner?" he eventually asked and she laughed.

"Of course I am," she told him on purpose, just to see him squirm. "I'm starving, so better drive fast. I need my stamina."

"Oh, I see," he nodded. "So dinner you shall get."

They heard the police sirens and Snow looked out the window in worry, but Harry calmed her down, saying that he didn't have to go out there every time something like this happened. It was the police's job to react first, not his.

When she settled back into her seat, relieved there was no call from the team, she marveled at how privileged normal couples were to be able to go to dinner without having to worry about any possible crisis. Then again, this was the life she'd chosen and she wouldn't make any other choice even if she could. This was where she belonged, by the side of Harrison Wells for better and worse and no matter if he was a hero or a scientist. To her he was and would always be the same man. The man she'd fallen in love with.


In overall, the date went great, Caitlin thought as she and Harrison were making an exit, heading to his car and then… she blushed at very thought of it, actually having been aching inside all the way through dinner, not able to rid of images of his body or maybe as much of it as she'd seen so far. She couldn't wait to explore it further, to feel his lips on her and his hands everywhere. She wanted to go all the way and she wanted it now. They'd been waiting for their happy ending for way too long to just take it slow. Still, she enjoyed the conversation they were having during their meal and the wine they drunk. And if she was scared that people might be looking at him the wrong way or even try and approach him after seeing that press conference, she could rest her mind. Ok, technically, the usher that led them to their table did send them a strange look so Caitlin thought that he must've definitely seen the news, but it was a very exclusive restaurant and no one dared insult dr. Wells for fear of losing their job. The waiter that was tending to them was almost invisible, so good he was at his job, so added to that the lack of any calls for help, the dinner was a tremendous success.

"So…?" Caitlin finally asked, all jittery and nervous out of the sudden as they walked the path to the street and waited for Harrison's car to be brought over by the valet.

"So," Harry responded, smiling to her knowingly.

"You're not making it easy on me, are you?"

"Well, you were the one who insisted on having dinner," he pointed out.

"And I was right! It was delicious! And that wine!"

"I hope it didn't get to your head."

"No. But you most certainly did," she told him and he was just opening his mouth, a smoldering look in his eyes when the valet brought the car, so all he could do was to give the man a tip and open the door for Caitlin to hop in before taking the passenger seat and driving away.

"Would you maybe like to come over?" Harry eventually broke the pregnant silence, seeing that soon they would approach the intersection and he would be forced to make a turn. It was either taking her to his place or driving back to hers.

"Yes," she answered, her voice not wavering even once. She was overly flushed and felt herself growing wet in anticipation. And he barely even did anything! Oh, boy, she thought just then, heat striking her even more. It had been so long since she'd fallen for this man, since she'd started to desire him that she couldn't even contain herself. One thing she knew for sure, it would take much more than one love making session to satisfy her current cravings.

The rest of the way they spent in silence and just as Harrison opened the front door of his house to let her in, he asked, "Would you maybe want something to dri…?" He didn't even manage to finish his sentence because she was suddenly kissing him. She didn't even know how it happened. One moment she was walking inside and the next her lips searched his and never intended to let them go again.

His hands immediately cupped her face as he kicked the door close and turned them around, her back meeting the wall as he deepened the kiss, perusing her mouth until they were both breathless, his hands resting on her ass now, squeezing the buttocks there and then going up to cup her breasts through that crazily tight dress.

He sucked her lower lip inside his mouth before finally releasing it and resting his forehead against her own, his hot breath coming out in pants as he said, "I'm sorry. That was too much too fast."

"Don't ever be sorry," she told him before burying her hands in his hair and bringing him closer once again, never wanting to stop kissing those beautiful and skilful lips of his. Her hands ran down his chest, pulling the shirt out of his pants and disappearing underneath it, running up his chest, enjoying the taunt muscles there before they went back down to rest at his belt.

Harry groaned deeply in his throat and he pushed his body against her, allowing her to feel how hard and ready he already was for her, causing her to release a whimper in response as she thrust her body forward, wanting to feel more of him. His hands were back to her breasts and then went to pull the zipper down and he finally slid the blue fabric off of her body, leaving her only in matching blue underwear. He kissed her again, tracing a path from her lips to her neck to suck on the pulse there for a moment before kissing the moulds of her breasts and gently biting on her nipple through the fabric of her bra that actually caused her to scream in pleasure and press his head harder into her body. He didn't linger, though, going lower and lower until he was crouching in front of her, his lips now tracing a path up her bare leg until they reached her panties. He pulled them down immediately, throwing the lacy fabric away and then he could finally taste her, finding her already so wet for him that he felt his erection nagging at him rather painfully. He chose to ignore it, dipping his tongue inside her and inhaling her scent, using his lips to prod and lick. Her hands were now resting on his shoulders, squeezing rather hard, her whole body trying to hold still as it wasn't entirely able to. He decided to surprise her with something and he vibrated his tongue and mouth against her, immediately feeling her trash, coming hard and screaming his name.

By the time he raised back to his feat, she was leaning against the wall, breathless, trying to regain her composure. His strong hand soon held her up and then rid of the bra she was still wearing.

"Ok?" he asked when finally able to take in her whole beauty, finding her body so tempting, so tantalizing.

"Hell, yeah. Or wait… no," she then corrected with a frown and he was suddenly taken aback. What could she…? "This has to go now," she decided and opened his shirt, buttons scattering the floor before she took it off of him.

"Hey! I could've easily torn your underwear apart and I haven't!" he protested, looking after his now destroyed shirt.

"Yeah, but you can certainly afford another shirt. My salary is quite smaller than yours," she responded when reaching for him and putting her arms around his neck, bringing him closer again, kissing him deeply. He soon must've forgotten about the shirt because he didn't bring it up again. Well, truth be told, he forgot about everything, including his own name, because her hands were now working on his belt and then the button and the zipper and she finally slid the pants down his legs along with the boxers. He was finally free from the tight confine and able to feel more comfortable. Until she grasped him, that was. That was actually torturous.

"Wait…" he stopped her just then, putting his hands over her own that were closed around his length, a fine sheen of sweat breaking on his forehead as he met her eyes. "It's too much," he told her. "In fact…" She squealed when she suddenly felt herself being swooped away and in the next second she was lying in his bed with him hovering above her, a self-satisfying smirk on his face.

"Are you proud of yourself now, mister?" she asked. "So you got powers. It's not like we couldn't have sex in the hall."

"We could," he admitted, "and at some point we probably will, but I want our first time together to be special."

Snow stilled, not able to believe she actually heard those kind of words coming from this man.

"Damn it! Don't repeat any of this to Ramon," Harry then told her. "I don't want the team to think I'm suddenly sentimental."

"Are you?" she asked him teasingly.

"No. In fact…" He rested now between her legs, his hard abdomen slowly moving along her soaked core, causing her to squirm with desire.

"Harry…" she gasped. "I think it's enough of… of foreplay…"

"Told you. I'm not vanilla," he said when closing her mouth with a dirty kiss.

She cupped his face, kissing him back and then running her hands down his back to cup his buttocks, earning herself a groan when she actually dared go further than that and grabbed his balls from behind.

"Dirty move, dr. Snow," he informed her, barely keeping his voice straight, sweat breaking all over his body as he couldn't stand this torturous anticipation anymore.

"I never liked vanilla anyway," she said when meeting his darkened eyes and then she immediately whimpered again, her mouth hanging open as she felt him finally sliding inside her in a one powerful, yet slow stroke. "Oh, God, Harry! Yes!" she screamed, holding onto his arms with both of her own as he finally started making love to her, moving out almost all the way before hitting right back inside, burying himself there to the hilt.

God, that man was so good at what he was doing, Caitlin decided, not even able to think anymore, just feel. And this was too much. In fact, there had been too much tension between them for the last few months. She truly felt like she was going to explode so powerfully that she would die. She knew that it was ridiculous from a scientific point of view, but it was how she felt. This man would truly be her undoing.

And he was. He so was since as he felt her being so, so close to reaching her peak, he groaned deeply in his throat, holding on to the rest of control he had and he actually managed to use his powers, vibrating his entire body and just then feeling and hearing her come so powerfully he just had to let go as well, releasing himself inside of her.

When he recovered, his face was buried in her hair, his body still on hers, him still inside of her, both of them breathing heavily and so, so hot that it started to feel feverish. Yet, he didn't move. He didn't even think he could. Holding on for so long and using his powers on top of it all depleted him completely. He felt stinging on his back and he vaguely remembered Snow digging her nails into the skin there, scratching widely. It was all right, actually since he could already feel it heal thanks to his powers.

Eventually, he managed to slip out of her and fall into the pillows right next to her, still panting, his heart still raging like crazy.

"That was…" she was the one to speak first. "That was… I have no words… I… My God!... Harry, I'm… I'm pretty sure you killed me!"

"Really? Because I can still hear you talk," he joked and then laughed when she smacked him.

"It's official," she then followed with, "you have ruined me for other men! There is no way I'm ever leaving you now that you showed me this."

"What other men?!" he immediately picked up on that and sat up in bed despite his exhaustion, looking at her, stunned. "Are you kidding me?!"

"Actually, yes," she admitted, very proud of herself.

"So you're just sticking with me for the sex, then," he followed with, pursing his lips. "Because I can actually become a human vibrator? Is that it?"

"You know it's not true," she put his mind to rest. "It's just a bonus. In fact, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. I'll be fine with being with you any other way. I love you and when you love someone, sex becomes more like giving yourself to the person you love, like… giving the pleasure to them, thinking about them above yourself."

"And the best part is that it goes both ways," Harry said, smiling to her.

"Oh, yes. It is."

"I love you, too," he told her before leaning forward and kissing her again.

"You're kidding me!" she called out a few minutes later when she actually felt him hard and ready again, his erection poking into her thigh.

"I've been wanting you for a very long time," he just said in response, fitting in between her legs. "I have to warn you, though," he said when entering her once more, both of them groaning at the sensation and their already sensitive nerve ends, "no vibrating this time. I'm too tired."

"I told you I'd love it either way… oh, yeah…" she voiced her appreciation as he started moving, this time slower, making sweet love to her, his eyes never leaving hers.


AN: Oh… um… yeah… that happened. Enjoy. I wanted to give you an incredibly steamy and hot chapter just because it may be my last before vacations. I have two other stories to update and two videos to make Wednesday before I'm off. I will still be online and in touch in case you want to chat, provided the hotel Wi-Fi works fine, but I don't see why it wouldn't (someone's got to see the Flash finale, right?!), but the next update will be in more than a week. Sorry.