100 Ways
95. Good luck.
"So, I'm thinking spaghetti and a movie tonight?" Eddie asked, appearing in the door of Barry's lab.
Barry looked up from the evidence sample he'd been working on and gave his boyfriend a half-smile.
"…no spaghetti and movie tonight?" Eddie guessed, seeing Barry's hesitation.
"Cisco wants to test his speed trap that he's been building, and Caitlin has more tests to help increase my speed," Barry said. "But I'm sure we can do it tomorrow instead."
"No, no, this takes priority," Eddie said, walking over and putting a hand on Barry's shoulder.
"I know, but we haven't seen each other much lately," Barry said sadly. "And we're still no closer to figuring out who the Reverse-Flash is or what he wants."
"Reverse-Flash?"
"That's what Cisco came up with to call him," Barry replied. "Since he's the reverse of me. Wears yellow, has red lightning, is evil."
"Makes sense," Eddie said, nodding. "Why is his lightning red, anyway?"
"We think his speed comes from a different source than mine, but we're not entirely sure," he answered. "We're not sure of much right now, and we're especially not sure that all this training and preparation are going to be enough to stop him."
"And that's why you can't reschedule training tonight," Eddie said. "You need to stop this guy."
"It just feels like he's baiting me," Barry said, rubbing his hands over his face. "I just keep chasing him around the city, and even though I'm getting faster little by little he can still always outrun me."
"Maybe he wants you to get faster," Eddie said slowly, contemplatively.
Barry looked up at him. "Why?"
"I don't know," Eddie said, "but I'm betting you, Caitlin, and Cisco can figure it out."
Barry mumbled to himself in thought, then looked at the clock and groaned. "I'm late."
"It's 6:01, you're barely late," Eddie said. "You'll be there in a few seconds flat."
"Yes, but when you're a speedster even on time is late," Barry said, then speedily cleaned up his workstation. "I really have almost no excuse anymore."
"You can use me as an excuse," Eddie replied, placing his hands on Barry's hips. "Say that I distracted you."
"It wouldn't really be a lie," Barry said with a grin, leaning down. "You're always distracting me."
"And that's why it's the best excuse." Eddie's lips brushed Barry's as he spoke, and then they finally kissed.
Barry still got a rush whenever he kissed Eddie, and he hoped it would never go away. He loved the light, almost dizzy feeling in his head and the tingling in his toes. A while later, Eddie smiled against his lips and then pulled away.
"Now you're really late," Eddie said, glancing at the clock and seeing it was 6:07 PM.
"Okay, okay, I'm going," Barry said, grabbing his jacket from off a table. "I—uh—" He stopped himself, blushing from what he'd been about to say. "I'll see you later?"
"Sure thing, pal," Eddie replied, smiling, an effervescent look of hope and adoration in his eyes. "Good luck."