With the blazing sun shining above her and the temperatures running as high as a normal summer day, Caitlin was thankful to be submerged in the ocean, letting the water cool her down. "It's weird," she commented, twisting her face as she took in her surroundings.
Barry who was only a short distance away from her in the water, looked at her, raising his eyebrow. "What's weird?" he asked, wadding his way closer to her.
She turned to him, taking her eyes off the beach area. "It doesn't feel like Christmas," she admitted with a shrug. "I'm so used to associating Christmas with being cold with snow, wrapped up in layers of clothes…" she expressed, staring out into the foreverness of the ocean with a far away look in her eyes, "but it's hot right now, and we're at the beach, in swimsuits. It's polarizing," she finished with a chuckle.
Barry laughed along with her as he grew closer to her, enough to grab her waist gently, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her hips. "If you want to go back home for Christmas, I can take you," he told her sincerely. "It's not that far of a run, and we could even be back the next day to resume our vacation."
Caitlin wrinkled her nose, shaking her head as she languidly wrapped her arms around his neck. "Weird doesn't equal bad," she shared, her fingers playing absentmindedly with the hairs on his neck. "I was just making an observation," she further explained. "It's just going to be the first Christmas that I'm not home, you know…but I'll be okay," she insisted, a genuine grin overtaking her face as she pecked Barry on the lips. "All I need to have a good Christmas is you."
A smile immediately overtook Barry's face. "Same," he agreed, squeezing her gently as he kissed her on the forehead, then nose, then lips again. He sighed contently as he rested his forehead against hers, wrapping his arms more securely around her waist, hugging her closer to his body. "Plus, as cuddly as you are in your many winter layers, I have to say that seeing you in a bikini for prolonged periods of time does help keep the longing for a traditional Christmas at bay," he admitted wolfishly, regarding her with a knowing look.
Caitin dipped her head down shyly as she went to playfully swat some water in his direction. "You're insufferable," she said through her giggles.
His smile turned lopsided as he then tickled her waist, causing Caitlin to fall onto his chest and laugh against his clavicle. "Am I still insufferable?" he asked.
Panting from the toll of her laughter, she managed to smirk as she answered. "Yes."
Barry's eyebrows jumped up his face in mock surprise, hand poised to continue his tickle attack, but Caitlin held up her hands before she continued, "but I would be a hypocrite if I didn't admit that I also enjoy seeing you without a shirt for prolonged periods of time," she confessed, her one hand brushing over his chest with a ghost-like touch. "It's quite nice."
"See? I'm not the only one thinking these things," he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows that immediately caused a giggle to erupt from the geneticist before he silenced her with a blissful kiss.
"Mmm," Barry hummed out pleasantly as they separated. "You know what we haven't done in a few hours?"
Caitlin snorted, ducking her head in an effort to refrain from grinning. "Again?" she let out, baffled.
Barry looked at her smugly, his hands slipping lower and lower on her body. "Am I wearing you out, Dr. Snow?"
Playfully, she rolled her eyes, her own hands sensually running down his chest. "No, Mr. Allen," she told him pointedly. "Just trying to figure out when my boyfriend turned into a sex addict," she joked.
A small chuckle passed through his lips. "Isn't that the whole point of vacation though?" he asked, his hands rubbing at her sides pleasurably, his eyes growing heavier and heavier with lust, "To make up for lost time, because you know once we get back to Central City in a few days that finding time to ourselves is going to be a challenge like always…"
Caitlin licked her lips. "Very valid points," she agreed, nodding her head as she looked at Barry intently, her heart pounding inside her chest with anticipation. "I guess another round would be...feasible…"
And before Caitlin knew what was happening next, Barry had ran them into their room and laid her down on their bed.
…
"Cait?" Barry called from the other side of their bathroom door, knocking on it gently. "Are you almost ready for dinner?"
Caitlin, who had just been finishing the final touches on her makeup, opened the bathroom door to find a very dapper Barry Allen in a relaxed, white linen shirt and tan corduroy shorts. "You cleaned up very nice," she complimented him, stepping forward to kiss him sweetly.
"Thank you," he said as they separated. He then took in her appearance, even twirling her around to get a better look of her in her sun dress. "And you looked beautiful as always," he praised. "You ready?"
As Caitlin nodded, Barry took her hand in his and led the way. However, instead of going into the direction of some of the island's restaurants like they had the past couple of nights, he led her to a secluded part of the beach, not far from their room.
Suddenly he stopped and turned back to face her. "Close your eyes, alright?" he asked of her, smiling excitedly.
Caitlin pursed her lips, fighting off a smile of her own as she closed her eyes for him. Excitement spooled in her stomach as Barry guided her a little further down the beach until he whispered for her to stop.
"Alright," he said, taking hold of her hands, rubbing at them. Caitlin could already make out by the quiver in his voice that he was a bit nervous about this. "Open your eyes."
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes only for her to feel completely breathless anyway. There was a blanket spread out for a romantic picnic between two palm trees, both which were strung with twinkle lights, backlighting the whole scenery. Off to the side was a snowman figure made of sand, topped smartly with a Santa hat. Lastly, a miniature Christmas tree stood to the other side, beautifully decorated and lit as well.
Barry looked at her unsurely, rubbing the back of his neck. "You like it?" he asked hesitantly. "I mean, I know the tree is small and the snowman is really a sand...man…" he let out awkwardly. "But I wanted to try to bring some more of the traditional Christmas stuff to you…"
Caitlin's face softened. "Oh, Barry," she let out, hand to her mouth in awe, and moisture accumulating in her eyes. She took the few steps necessary to reach him before pressing a searing kiss against his lips, outpouring all her gratitude and love into it. "I love it," she told him earnestly. "I love you," she then said, caressing his face.
The speedster dipped his head down, mildly embarrassed, before he took the hand on his cheek and held it there, watching her lovingly. "I love you too."
Caitlin beamed before turning back to the setup Barry had worked hard on. "When do you even get the time to do all of this?" she questioned, because even though he was a super fast metahuman, it had to take time - time they spent almost exclusively together.
Barry cocked his head to the side, clearing his throat. "You know, when you were taking a nap, after I...wore you out in bed," he said, barely containing his cheeky, self-satisfied grin.
The doctor's mouth popped open in shock, as she playfully pushed him. "Barry Allen!"
He shrugged, not at all ashamed of what he just said. "It's not like I'm lying," he said with a laugh.
"I was tired from having been out in the sun for so long," she tried defending herself.
Walking to their picnic and sitting down, Barry merely raised his hands up in surrender. "Fine, fine, whatever you say. You're the doctor."
"Damn right."
A/N: Yeah, I really don't know what this is. xD I kinda love it, but idk. What do you think? lol. PLEASE REVIEW and let me know. Thanks for reading! :)