While this chapter would technically come later, though right after the end of the fic since I did give a sense of a couple weeks having passed, some of the other epilogue chapters will take place more directly after Barry and Len first got together, and some will probably be set farther in the future, so they aren't necessarily in order...mainly because I wanted to do this one first. :-)

Enjoy! And thank you all! I'm making some good headway with my original works, but I'll still dabble with this as time allows.

Everything had been going so well the past couple of weeks since Barry and Len finally got together. Hitting the streets in tandem and fending off bad guys as Team ColdFlash was one thing, but being able to kiss Len whenever he wanted, and stay over at Len's apartment, and occasionally sneak Len into his room again—though one morning having breakfast with Joe was more than enough for them to decide that was too awkward to continue—it was all so perfect.

Barry found that his whole life seemed easier having not only a larger support structure now, but someone at his side that filled him with more joy than he'd ever felt pining after Iris, because now the love was reciprocated, and sometimes really sweet and cheesy. Barry loved how sweet and cheesy Len could be. He loved the puns. He loved that his boyfriend was possibly the biggest dork on the planet. He loved…Len. And finally having a day to themselves was the best gift he could have asked for after a busy week.

Heat Wave, Glider, and Firestorm were doing patrol tonight without them so they could have a night off. They rotated most nights now, always at least in pairs, unless something big was happening. Barry wanted to spend the whole day with Len since neither of them had any responsibilities today.

"So what do you want to do?" Barry asked while they sat at a table in Jitters. They hadn't gone up to order anything yet, because the place was packed just after lunch time. They'd had a lazy morning, an early lunch, then decided to go out, get some coffee—mostly for Len—to hit the rest of the day head-on, but hadn't actually planned anything yet. "Movie?"

"I like the sound of that. I don't feel we need to be too accomplished today," Len said. "It's nice out. We could go for a walk first."

Barry sensed a tease in there, much as the thought of them strolling arm in arm through the park made him feel a giggly flutter in his chest. "I run in my free time plenty, thanks, I don't need walks," Barry teased back, knocking Len's shin lightly with the toe of his shoe beneath the table.

Len kicked him gently back. "Or we could check out that new exhibit at the museum. I hear a priceless artifact just got in," he smirked.

"We are not going out just so you can case a heist, either," Barry chided him, though he couldn't actually make himself sound serious, or keep the smile from his face.

"You're no fun," Len mock-pouted. "Come on, we could make a game out of it. See how quickly you can stop me. Assuming you can." He cocked an eyebrow.

"Oh," Barry laughed more loudly, then dropped his voice to a safe whisper, "you think you can outrun The Flash, Captain Cold, coz I don't think so."

"Now, Scarlet," Len leaned forward onto the table to whisper in kind, "beating you was never about being faster. Just one step ahead. And that, I am sure, I could still pull off."

"Yeah?" Barry leaned forward to mirror him, their faces barely inches apart over the small table. "Then how come I always won?"

"I wouldn't say you always won."

"I won last time."

"Ah, but only because, as we both know…I wanted to be caught." Len smiled at Barry coyly, then crossed the minimal space between them to capture Barry's lips.

It wasn't entirely chaste, or short. It lingered, a little bit of tongue slipping in, a soft hum. Part of Barry wanted to protest because, one, they were in the middle of a very packed Jitters, and two, Len was not allowed to win arguments this way, even playful ones.

But it felt so nice. And warm. And made Barry want to scale the table and crawl right into Len's lap. If they weren't in public, he might have done just that. But instead he held the kiss a moment longer when Len first tried to pull away, then rubbed his lips together in the aftermath and stared at his boyfriend's satisfied smile lovingly.

Only for his gaze to drift beyond Len's shoulder and catch sight of Oliver Queen and Felicity Smoak heading their direction from the entrance.

"Oh shit," Barry gasped, sitting up ramrod straight.

"What?" Len glanced over his shoulder, confusion painting his face when he first turned back, then recognition, then intrigue as he studied Barry's obvious panic. "Is that Oliver Queen?"

"Yes."

"The Arrow?"

"Uh huh."

Len chuckled darkly.

"It's not funny!"

Barry had explained to Len that he knew Oliver, that Oliver had trained him some, and Len had already known Oliver was The Arrow long before the conversation came up. Apparently he'd figured that out after the first time Oliver visited Central City, because as Len put it, you can't have someone that high profile show up and then have sightings of a vigilante during the same time period without giving the game away. Roy Harper having gone down for being The Arrow hadn't convinced Len in the slightest.

But Barry hadn't heard anything from Oliver or Felicity since they drove off into the sunset together—somewhat literally the way Felicity had explained things to Barry over the phone—which was only days before everything with Len's amnesia first happened. He'd been putting off checking in with them for fear of how to explain the events of the past month and a half. Now it seemed the problem had solved itself.

"Uh…hi, Oliver. Felicity," Barry said when they reached the table, Felicity looking lovely as always in a killer dress and heels despite her wide-eyed expression, her hair down rather than in its customary ponytail. Oliver looked equal parts strikingly handsome and deadly—so nothing new there.

But when his face did that twitch thing where his jaw clenched and his lips stretched thin in a smile that was not a smile, his eyes flashing to Len and back to Barry calculating, Barry felt as though his throat was about to close up. "Barry," Oliver said slowly, "what's going on here?"

"Are you drugged?" Felicity accused without ceremony, only hushing her voice after Oliver cleared his throat. She continued—albeit softer—undeterred, "Or a shapeshifter again like that one time Caitlin told me about, because there is no way you were just kissing Captain Cold."

"Uhh…" Barry's brain had not yet caught up with the situation enough to explain, and he turned to Len for help, who merely looked back at him expectantly.

"I get that he's hot, okay," Felicity went on with an appraising glance at Len, which prompted a look of mildly surprised preening, "but also, you know…evil."

"He's not evil!" Barry defended, probably louder than necessary. And now Oliver and Felicity were the ones looking at him expectantly. "That's a pretty strong word, anyway, I mean…what's evil mean, really?" He gestured awkwardly and hunched his shoulders to try and disappear into his body and maybe get one of them to stop focusing on him.

Oliver's voice was low and dangerous as he turned his attention to Len—and shit, that wasn't actually better. "How about cold-blooded murderer."

Len returned his stare unflinchingly. "You mean like The Arrow used to be?"

"Len!" Barry hissed.

Oliver shuffled his feet in that 'I really want to hit something' stance he had. He smiled his not-smile again as he shifted back to look at Barry. "I just feel we deserve an explanation."

"Yes, Barry, why don't you…explain to your friends?" Len turned to him as well. Felicity was still staring at him too. Why was he suddenly the bad guy?!

Barry sighed, feeling like being caught between a rock and a hard place—or maybe a ball of ice and a hard surface covered in pointy arrow heads. He looked to Len. Just focused on Len. Len…who actually had a slight betrayal of concern in his eyes now like he feared Barry was ashamed of them, which couldn't have been further from the truth.

He shot Len a reassuring smile and toed his shin again with a light press of his foot. "Len and I are dating," he said without breaking eye contact. Only then did he look at Oliver. "And he's not Captain Cold—I mean, he is Captain Cold, but Captain Cold is on Team Flash now."

"Team ColdFlash," Len corrected him.

Barry looked back at Len, surprised. "I thought you hated that name."

"It's been growing on me," Len shrugged.

Barry beamed. He loved the name personally, ever since Cisco first coined it. He still had a dopey smile on his face when he looked back to Oliver and Felicity, but Felicity's gape and Oliver's scowl drained the mirth right out of him. "Look," he tried again, "he works with the whole team now, as in Cisco, Caitlin, Joe—they can all back me up on how he is not in any way evil. It's kind of a long story how we got here, but I am not drugged," he said deliberately to Felicity, "or a pod person, or someone other than Barry Allen. I'm just me."

"Who also happens to be dating Leonard Snart?" Felicity said.

"Yes."

There was an awkward, tense silence, but at least Len looked appeased, and maybe a little proud.

Finally, Oliver said, "I think I'm going to need to hear that long story."

Barry slumped. Of course he would.

"Why don't Miss Smoak and I grab some coffees for everyone so we can give you two a moment?" Len said, already getting out of his seat and offering it to Oliver.

Barry was instantly filled with affection for his boyfriend…and dread at the thought of being alone with Oliver, having to explain the past few weeks.

Felicity was eloquent as always, "Dude, what?" before realizing that apparently Oliver was okay with this plan as he took the offered chair, and no one else was otherwise dissenting—much as part of Barry wanted to. "Uhh, sure…" she said, backing a step away from Len when he moved toward her so that a good foot remained between them, "I mean, we'll just be right over there…me…and Captain Cold," she murmured.

"Len," he said with his best charming smile, which was always more than enough to undo Barry.

Felicity faltered a moment as if the charm had worked, before shaking her head and giving a somewhat manic laugh. "Len, ha…oh, this is not awkward at all…" she said as they headed off.

Barry would have found the whole encounter terribly amusing…if he hadn't been left with the very intense, expectant eyebrow raise of Oliver Queen.

Fuck.

Len respected Felicity's space as they headed for the thankfully shortened line to order coffee, but once they were there, she was the one who got in his space, crowding close to whisper, "So…what is this? Blackmail? Fuck-buddies? Fuck…enemies?" She wrinkled her nose, nothing but accusation in her eyes. "Is it just sex or are you screwing with Barry's feelings?"

Len steeled himself for this. She was Barry's friend, after all, and only looking out for his best interest, much as it grated on him to have to go through earning people's trust when it came to his boyfriend—again. "Miss Smoak…"

"Felicity," she said, crossing her arms defiantly. "If you want me to call you 'Len' then drop the formal bullshit. Are you serious about Barry or what? Because he's been through enough heartache." Her lips twitched with a touch of sadness, of honest caring for Barry, and Len couldn't find it in him to be angry with someone over that.

"I'm aware," he said, dropping all of his masks and armor for a moment, because he got the impression she could see through it all anyway and that it wouldn't help his situation to be standoffish or smug. "I put him through some heartache myself. In fact, I'm sure that once you hear the story he's currently telling your boyfriend over there, you will like me even less."

Felicity frowned. "Not really selling yourself here, Len."

"I'm not trying to. The only thing I care about is what Barry wants. If he's happy, even with a…" Len's lips twitched into a reticent smile, "cold-blooded murderer like me…then I'm happy to be with him."

"Why?"

"Because I love him."

It was their turn at the counter and Len turned away to order in the face of Felicity's less than modest gawking. He gave the usual order for himself and Barry, then turned back to Felicity, who was still staring, her arms crossed like she had thrown on armor of her own.

"Felicity, for you and Oliver? My treat," Len smiled at her.

Her mouth clamped shut and she narrowed her eyes, before finally giving the order. It amused him that she basically ordered the same thing he had, but the sweeter drink was for herself, and the coffee like Len's for Oliver. It seemed entirely fitting rather than a hasty decision. They walked off to the side after he paid to wait for their order to be called.

Back at the table, Len could see Barry being rather animated with his gestures, which always seemed to enhance whenever he was nervous, or flustered, or in any way not confident in what he was saying. It was adorable, though Len felt for the kid. Oliver's tightly crossed arms looked far less accommodating than Felicity's had.

She was more unguarded as they waited for the order. She eyed him, hands at her sides, like he was a puzzle she hadn't yet deciphered, and from what Barry had told him about Felicity, she was an expert at deciphering difficult puzzles.

"You love him," she stated rather than asked, though there was a sense of skepticism in her tone.

"I do."

"You've told him that?"

"Many times now."

"And this all happened in the last couple months?"

It still amazed Len sometimes. "The brunt of it in under a week," he said, "but then Barry does tend to do things…fast." He smirked, and couldn't help enjoying the way Felicity huffed a laugh and fought a genuine smile of her own. Len looked at her seriously. "He turned my world upside down in days. We've only been officially together for a couple of weeks, but I don't want anything to change. We work together. Spend our off time together."

"Sleep together," Felicity finished.

"I'm not going to pretend I don't enjoy that part," he grinned.

Felicity shifted in place, chewing her bottom lip in deep thought before she said, "So…has Barry told you anything about me?"

"A few things."

"Such as?"

"Mainly your beauty, intelligence, and delightful knack for saying the most honest and also inappropriate thing at any given time," Len rattled off. When Barry had first explained that to him, he had been hard-pressed not to remind the kid that he fell into those categories as well, though Len was curious as to where Felicity was going with this line of questioning.

"I have a filter problem," she said, not apologizing really, just looking at him steadily.

"Are you warning me of impending doom, Felicity?"

"Yes."

Len appreciated her honesty. He could tell she had something she wanted to ask, but was struggling valiantly to not say anything too indecent. Well, Len didn't mind being a little indecent from time to time. "What do you want to know?"

Felicity gave an eager hop on the balls of her heeled feet, apparently amazed she had been given permission for something she usually wouldn't have been able to keep in, and so grateful for the respite. She leaned in conspiratorially, eyes sparkling. "What's he like?" she asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. "You know…with the powers?"

Len chuckled. Barry would never be able to answer a question like that without stammering and blushing darkly, but Len had actually been hoping for an opportunity to tell someone this. Lisa had asked, but it was too strange discussing such things with his sister. Mick certainly had no interest. Cisco and Caitlin might have, for the academic knowledge, but that was no fun.

Len leaned down close to Felicity's ear and whispered, "He can individually or all at once…vibrate…every part of his body." He pulled back with a satisfied smirk, though not nearly as satisfied as he was when he got to experience that little trick.

Felicity's mouth hung open, though this time with mute shock that slowly turned into a sly, red-faced grin. She knocked him with her shoulder. "Nice."

Any remaining tension that might have existed between them dissipated. Len adored this woman already.

"Len!" their order was called. They retrieved the drinks and turned back to the table.

"I think we better save Barry," Len said.

Felicity nodded, but halfway there she stopped him. "Okay, so…I wouldn't say you've won me over just yet, but you have my attention. You totally know that I will murder you, in heels, if you ever hurt him, right?"

Len laughed. "You'll have a long line to get behind, Felicity…but duly noted."

She glanced up at him curiously. "You guys doing anything today?"

"Actually, we were trying to decide how to spend our Saturday when you showed up. Do you think Oliver would be up for a double date?" Len suggested with a devious grin tossed toward their respective boys at the not too distant table.

Felicity cocked her head, watching them as well. "I'll have to check with the vein currently throbbing out of his skull, but…why not?"

Oliver's steely expression had yet to waver. "And after all of that, you trust him?"

"I do," Barry said with more confidence than he'd displayed during the rest of his rapid-fire retelling of recent events. He'd had more than enough time to believe in Len, more than enough reason to trust him implicitly.

Oliver sighed, arms still crossed, a somewhat pained expression that actually was a little Joe-reminiscent since it had a tinge of flustered father-figure to it. "I still can't believe you slept with him to begin with."

Barry's gut clenched and venom spewed from his lips before he could stop it, "Because you've never slept with one of your villains?"

There was that steely death glare again.

Barry crumbled. "He's changed, Oliver. No, not even changed, realized he wanted to be better, and embraced a part of himself he thought he'd lost. And he didn't do it for me, he did it for himself. He made choices to leave his old life behind because he wanted to, even though he believed it would be better if we weren't together. I convinced him otherwise. I'm the one who pushed for more. I'm not being manipulated."

"Did you believe you were being manipulated the last time he conned you?" Oliver asked plainly.

And that made Barry's face twitch, because no, no he hadn't, but this was so different from…all of those other times. "When you see how we have things setup around the city with his safe houses linked to S.T.A.R. Labs…just trust me, it puts your setup to shame."

"Oh really?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, still waiting for Barry to back down, but when he didn't, he shook his head. "Working with Captain Cold. And his sister and Heat Wave too?"

"One big happy family," Len said as he and Felicity returned, passing around the coffees and taking opposing seats to fill the small four-person table so that Felicity sat between Barry and Oliver, and so did Len on the other side.

Barry looked to Len gratefully for the coffee, downing most of it in his first swig to feel at least some semblance of a caffeine rush, however brief it would last. He glanced at Felicity to find her smiling—smiling, not judging with her eyes or pursing her lips—so at least their conversation had gone better than his.

Oliver did enough judging for the both of them as he cast his gaze on Len, but Felicity made a point to push his coffee closer to him and cleared her throat.

"So…movie and then dinner?" she said. "No, I know Oliver. Stop at S.T.A.R. Labs to assess things, then dinner, then movie. Sound good, honey?" She batted her lashes at him with a practiced and very purposeful over the top, sweetened tone.

Oliver looked to her bemused, searching her face for signs of discomfort or hidden agenda, but she just kept on smiling, obviously quite serious with her request, and stared him down without faltering. Barry wished he knew how she did that so easily, but then he figured they'd worked their way up to easy after years of complicated. Still, it was clear that Len had gotten her over to their side somehow.

When Oliver glanced to Len again, Len leaned closer to Barry, resting his arm on the back of Barry's chair with a show of subtle possessiveness, his more common, cunning smile in place. Barry used that moment to pull on his best 'puppy pout' as Len called it—and he really hated that, but hey, work with your strengths—eyes downturned and pleading, so that as soon as Oliver turned to him, it was all over.

"Okay…" Oliver said, taking his coffee in hand and offering Felicity a tight smile, "then that's what we'll do." His smile took on that homicidal edge again when he looked at Len. "Snart, I hope you realize, that if I ever find out—"

"Please spare me the shovel talk, Mr. Queen," Len broke in smoothly. "I've had one from everyone involved in our extended family—literally everyone, including Felicity just now, my own sister, and Heat Wave."

"Mick too?" Barry gaped. "Really?" They had been getting along well enough, but he had sort of expected the opposite to happen at some point, and for Mick to push his fire gun into Barry's chest while threatening to fry him if he ever broke Len's heart.

Len gave him a look of part fondness, part exasperation. "Honestly, I think he likes you better than me. The traitor… Though to be fair, we have been at odds several times during our partnership. And you're the one who made working with Firestorm possible. Clearly, he likes Ronnie and Stein more than either of us."

Barry barked a laugh. "Oh, no contest there."

Len laughed with him and they leaned into each other a little, completely reflexive. Barry didn't mean to be all affectionate in public, but when Len laughed, and smiled like that, and the banter was light and playful between them, he couldn't help it.

This time when Barry looked at Oliver, he thought maybe his friend was starting to understand what Felicity obviously already got—it was impossible to not see how happy and comfortable they were together, something Joe and many others had come to terms with. Now it was Team Arrow's turn.

While Oliver stared with something calculating but not quite as condemning, he suddenly jerked in his seat, and Barry got the impression that Felicity had just kicked him under the table. Oliver sighed and steadied his gaze on Len again.

"So, Snart…tell me about this setup with your safe houses."

The tour of a couple safe houses seemed to appease Oliver, though not nearly as much as finally heading to S.T.A.R. Labs and seeing the reactions of everyone there—who happened to be Cisco, Caitlin, and Mick for the early afternoon, to put things in perspective for the heads of Team Arrow, seeing both sides of Team ColdFlash working together without incident.

Mick, of course, gave Oliver a smoldering once over as if to say, 'I could take him', but accepted Felicity's politely offered hand when they were more formerly introduced. When Cisco and Felicity started talking about something Len was certain he only understood about 20% of, and Barry, Caitlin, and Mick started talking shop, Len found himself sitting off to the side leaning against a table, watching in amusement, until Oliver disengaged himself from the others to join him.

He didn't say anything at first, just stood next to Len, leaning against the same table. Finally, with both of them looking forward watching the others, Oliver said, "I have a bad habit of feeling as though Barry is my responsibility. Everyone who works directly with me, I tend to feel that way about. I don't want to see him get hurt. In any sense of the word."

Len should have known he couldn't completely avoid this conversation with The Arrow. "I know Barry appreciates that, Oliver. I feel the same way about him." Well, maybe not quite the same as only feeling like Barry was his responsibility, but like…he didn't know what he'd do without the kid anymore.

Oliver remained stiff and on guard, arms crossed, clearly not liking how things had turned out, even if he had been proven wrong in so many ways today. His breath stuttered like he was trying and failing to say something several times, before he managed, "I realize it would be…hypocritical of me to judge you for past deeds when you're trying to put them behind you."

"Yes. It would."

Oliver turned to him, and try as he might not to, Len had to turn in kind and meet the other man's hard gaze. Oliver's voice was hushed now. "I can trust myself to know that I won't kill no matter how far I'm pushed. I do not have that same faith in you, Snart, because I don't know you."

"No, you don't," Len said, letting the smirk fall from his expression as he lowered his voice as well. "So let me be blunt. I don't trust myself to never kill again, so you don't owe me anything. You don't owe Barry that either, because it's not something I would ever promise him. So you can doubt me all you want. If someone threatens anyone—anyone—on this team enough that I feel there is no other choice, you and Barry might be able to hold back from killing, but I won't. I've told him the same. But it will never be for the reasons I've killed in the past."

Oliver didn't look pleased but not quite challenging either. "And that's enough for Barry?"

"He says it is," Len said—damn righteous brat.

Oliver nodded, "Then I hope we never end up on opposite sides…Len," and extended a hand toward him.

Len was skeptical, but then he figured Oliver wouldn't actually try more than thinly veiled threats in the presence of so many others, and this was probably quite the sacrifice for the more brutal vigilante. So Len accepted the hand, shook it firmly, but when he tried to pull away, he found Oliver's grip had tightened to almost painful, and tugged to pull him in uncomfortably close.

"Because even though I won't kill you, Snart," he said with dangerous promise aflame in his eyes, "I can do much…worse."

Of course Len wouldn't admit that he enjoyed that kind of threat. He so dearly wanted to challenge Oliver in return, but…no. They wanted the same things, and Len was supposed to play nice now, so he merely said, "I don't doubt that. But aside from my less than admirable nature, Oliver," he glanced around Oliver at Barry looking adorably amused by something rather animated Mick was saying, and couldn't keep the affection out of his voice, "I'd sooner die than let the kid down again."

After a moment of lingering tension, Oliver released him, and Len stretched his fingers, because that had been an impressive grip, but he thought that maybe, just maybe he'd broken through whatever remaining hesitation Oliver had to trust him. Oh, he'd probably never fully trust him, but he'd back off for Barry's sake. Len was being nothing but honest, and everyone around them seemed to get that, seemed to feel it like a pulse—the way Len and Barry felt about each other. Sometimes it could almost be overwhelming for Len, but then he always did things to the extreme. He was a showman deep down, after all.

Oliver offered a short nod before heading over to Felicity.

Barry, who seemed to finally notice that Len and Oliver had been a lone for several minutes, excused himself from Caitlin and Mick's conversation, and moved swiftly to join him. He took Oliver's spot next to Len leaning against the table, though much more at ease as he crossed his arms and looked out at the others.

"So…this could have all gone much worse, right?" Barry knocked him with his shoulder. "Right?"

"Sure, kid." Len eyed Oliver and noticed how immediately more relaxed he was just being near Felicity, real humor in his eyes as he listened in for a moment on whatever Cisco and Felicity were discussing before being pulled into the debate. "Felicity's a doll," Len said earnestly, "I'm lucky Oliver exists, or she might have stolen you away before we got this far."

Barry just laughed. He'd already explained to Len that there had been something between him and Felicity once, but that it had never been able to move from attraction and friendship to all out romance because both of them had had their sights set elsewhere.

Barry seemed about to comment on something to that effect, when Felicity turned and gave him a gauging once over. Len tried not to snicker, knowing full well what was probably racing through her mind.

"She keeps looking at me like that," Barry said with a frown. "I think she is spending way too much brain power imagining us having sex," he laughed, maybe half joking, and half realizing how right he was.

"Undoubtedly," Len said, then leaned in close to whisper, "especially after I told her what you can do with your speed."

"You…what?" Barry pushed from the table to turn fully toward him, arms dropping as his expression became awash in horror. "Oh my god, seriously? Why…why would you tell her that?" he blushed beet red.

Len failed at holding back the smirk pushing into his expression again, and shrugged. "She asked. And maybe I liked the thought of making her jealous. I am the luckiest man in Central City, you know." He stretched his grin wider and leaned forward to capture Barry's inviting lips.

The kid held back with a scowl for only a moment before he gave in, only too easy to sway to Len's advantage, something Len could take for granted quite easily, or use to manipulate Barry…but he never would. Not anymore.

They kissed, simple and sweet, but Len pushed further before Barry could pull away, pressing for entrance that Barry would never refuse him, and allowing the kiss to turn just heated enough that when they parted, Barry's cheeks were flush and he licked his lips with a hum. That was the only kind of sway Len needed over the Scarlet Speedster, the knowledge to turn him into a blushing fool for a moment, because he loved getting the kid's heart racing from something other than the chase.

By the time Barry settled into position beside Len again, just leaning there against the table, watching everyone, Oliver and Felicity had ended their conversation with Cisco and headed over.

"Dinner and a movie?" Felicity said, latching onto Oliver's arm.

"Certainly," Len said. "You up for that, Scarlet?"

Barry looked a little flustered about the whole thing—actually completing this strange afternoon with a double date—and Oliver seemed a fair amount of reluctant as well, but neither dissented.

"Scarlet?" Felicity sputtered, as if she thought it the most endearing and unexpected of pet names.

"They call him the Scarlet Speedster, you know," Len said, casting the man in question a loving gaze. "I think it suits him."

Barry blushed. The nickname wasn't fitting only because of the suit, after all.

"Uck, I think you two are going to rot my teeth," Felicity said, but she was grinning with approval and fondness as they said their goodbyes to those at S.T.A.R. Labs and made their way out of the building.

"Are you a sci-fi fan, Oliver?" Len asked as Barry speed-checked for what was playing and movie times.

"Honestly, it's hard to say," Oliver said. "I don't get to the movies much. I did spend five years out of touch with normal society."

Felicity snorted, and Barry shared an amused expression with her before continuing to scan through his phone.

Len, for his part, risked a brief pat to The Arrow's shoulder, and didn't receive a death glare so much as a curious, raised eyebrow. "We'll have to educate you then."

Bottom!Len is next! Aka their next time after the first time they had together (well first from when they were an official couple) even though I've done some bottom!Len recently with Fear Effect. I just have such a good idea for it for this fic... And then I have planned 4 additional little mini stories in here after that with varying degrees of fluff and sexy, but feel free to give me ideas if there's something you'd like to see!