Title: Endless Possibilities
Author: an-alternate-world
Rating: T
Characters/Pairing: Barry Allen, Eddie Thawne
Word Count: 700
Summary: A collection of Beddie/Thallen drabbles prompted via Tumblr.
Warnings/Spoilers: None for this drabble.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with The Flash, The CW, DC Comics or anything else related to the universe.

Dee (ttinycourageous) on Tumblr prompted a fic which included the sentence: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck."

Anyone that knows him knows that he loves food. He loves it. He always has. It's his way of connecting with people, of spending time over a meal talking and growing closer. He remembers the festivity of Christmas and birthday dinners with his parents, and, later, with Joe and Iris. He remembers meals where important conversations took place, where difficult decisions had to be made. Food has always been an integral part of his identity.

Becoming The Flash has exponentially grown his appetite. He's aware of the slightly disgusted looks Caitlin and Cisco have shot him when he complains about his hunger after having eaten a family-size meal only a couple of hours ago. It's a part of his identity and he can't help that he gets so damn hungry with his superspeed metabolism.

He's discovered that his new…capacity for food has left him with a particularly strong partiality to pizza. The caloric boost in the dough, the excess of cheese, the meat… It's rare that he doesn't eat a few pizzas a week as a pick-me-up during missions. It's easy to polish off an entire pizza in a minute and he still has enough time to enjoy it.

However, his enjoyment of pizza is starting to wear thin when he has the number of the best place in town memorised and is already reaching for his phone before he hears the call for help. The smoke starting to build along the ceiling is enough of an indication that dinner is burned. Again. For the fifth day in a row.

"Baaaaaarry!"

Eddie's voice is a whine from the kitchen and he suppresses a small, fond smile as he rises from his seat to slide open the door to the balcony. Tendrils of smoke drift through the gap, improving the air quality within the apartment.

"I love you a lot," he says as he approaches the kitchen, where Eddie stands by the counter with a miserable expression on his face as he surveys a smoldering pot-roast, "but please stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck."

"I should be able to do this," Eddie says, arms folding over his chest as a pout builds on his lower lip. "I've cooked for myself for years."

"So what's different?" His hands slip around Eddie's waist, his chin hooking over Eddie's shoulder as he looks at the spoiled dinner. It's a mess of charcoal meat. There's no possibility of salvaging it.

Eddie leans into his embrace and Barry nuzzles a kiss to the blond's neck. "It doesn't matter…"

He cinches his arms tighter around Eddie's waist, a warning in his gesture as well as his tone. "Eddie…"

"Just-" Eddie sighs, his head dropping towards his chest in defeat. "It matters to me, okay? That I- I can make something for you and that you like it. I know you like food and-"

"Okay, okay, hush," he says with another kiss to Eddie's neck, silencing the man in his arms who takes down criminals on a daily basis without breaking a sweat or having a hair out of place. "If you're failing to cook something edible because you're stressed out, then you need to relax. As long as it's not burned or raw, I'd enjoy anything you make."

"Relax, huh?" Eddie turns in his arms and inches towards leaning his back against the counter. A wicked grin starts to curl the edges of his lips, his blue eyes crinkling. "Are you going to help with…relaxing me?"

Barry's mouth drops open, his eyes blinking rapidly as he stares at Eddie. His hand moves to the back of his neck and Eddie reaches up to capture it, knowing the nervous gesture for what it is. "Uh… Well… M-Maybe tomorrow night? I wouldn't want to- to spoil my appetite though and, um-"

Eddie snorts, tipping forward to catch his lips in a kiss. Half-gasped laughter is pressed against his mouth, words floating across his tongue and soaking into his skin. "You're adorable when you're flustered."

He grumbles a protest that gets muffled and lost between kisses. It makes Eddie huff another laugh and tug him closer.

Maybe the order of pizza will have to wait a little while….

~FIN~