Caitlin stands in front of the mirror in her room and complains about her dress Tommy was finishing getting ready, he had tried to tell her this wasn't a fancy dinner. That it was casual, and that she should dress comfortably. He didn't understand why she wanted to dress as nice as she could, but it was because she wanted to feel like Caitlin stood a chance against someone as beautiful as Freya.
She picked out her favorite pair of high rise jeans, and a silk tank top to go with it. She grabbed her black wedge sandals, and a few pieces of jewelry. This is what happens when you don't have the luxury of living in New York, but at least it makes her feel better about herself. It wasn't that she was insecure, but that she wanted to feel like her equal in a sense. Rationally Caitlin knew she had no reason to feel that way, her and Caitlin weren't too far apart in age.
"Tommy, are you ready to go?"
Caitlin hears him chuckle from downstairs, and as she walks down the stairs she feels embarrassed. She didn't know how long he has been waiting for her, and she just stood upstairs with her head in the clouds.
Then again, it could be from her heavy drinking days. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting. I got lost in my head thinking . Let's go before, I make us late for this dinner."
"Your fine Cait, I'm sure Freya will understand if we are. It's not like we live that far from them, we live in a small town we will be fine." Logically Caitlin knew he was right, but lord was she still nervous about making a good impression.
They are immediately in front of the Merlyn's Mansion, and Caitlin excited to see the inside. Tommy opens Caitlin's door for her, and they walk up to the door together. Tommy rings the doorbell, and the wait for someone to open the door. A woman with black skin and brown hair is the one who answers.
She escorted us into the house, leading them into the living room where everyone was. Tommy began to introduce everyone, so we knew whom was who. "Caitlin, I would like you to meet my father Malcolm Merlyn and of course you know Barry and Oliver. . Freya is in the kitchen. Father this is Dr. Caitlin Snow my girlfriend."
"It's very nice to meet you , '' Caitlin told him honestly, wants the father of Tommy to love her.
Malcolm looked at the young doctor before went after Freya leaving the four teennagers alone. Three seconds later, and Caitlin was passed out in the loveseat with her head in Tommy's lap, and he was asleep too, her hand in his hair. Oliver and Barry were cuddled up on the couch waiting fro the food.
''Mick told me that Snart has a crush on your aunt Barry''Caitlin said from nowhere.
''What?''yelled Barry and fell from the couch on the floor as Oliver rellled his eyes at Barry reaction but he had to agree that it was strange.
''How do I put this ,Barry ? Snart wants to bone your aunt''said Caitlin
''What? .Snart is not interested in my aunt''said Barry.
''You had to see him when he met her for first time''said Caitlin and laughed with disgusted looking out of Barry and Tommy.
''Mick called you on your phone number because he's got a huge crush on you!" – Barry said in one breath.
"Holy– Mick Rory?" – Oliver asked incredulously.
''WHAT?!''
Caitlin tensed at the sound of Tommy's voice, which sounded angered and jealous.
Soon they watch as Malcolm walks into the room, and he announces that dinner is ready and to follow him into the dining room. Caitlinhaven't seen Freya yet, but she assume that she's in the kitchen finishing everything that needs to be done. Everyone slowly follows Malcolm to the dining room, and Caitlin has to say it looks magnificent. Oliver and Barry sit next to each other, while Malcolm takes a seat next to Tommy and Caitlin is on the other side of her. Before Barry grabs a seat, he looks at Malcolm. "Am I allowed in the kitchen to help bring the food out now, or am I still banned?"
"What did you do to get kicked out of the kitchen kid?" Tommy asked chuckling, but he had a look of surprise on his face. Barry shamefully hung his head, while Oliver just laughed bent over by the waist. Soon everyone had joined oliver in laughing as Barry, explained that he had ruined the salad and was forced to go out and buy more ingredients and was not allowed back in the kitchen until Freya said otherwise. After everyone quieted down, they all heard Freya calling for Barry and Tommy.
Barry smiled brightly, knowing she was allowed back in the kitchen. Oliver had been sent out of the kitchen with the salad, and you heard a few snickers around the table. Next Barry had come out with a tray full of soup bowls, placing one in front of each person. Freya came carrying a huge platter of pasta, and set it in the middle of the table.
"Welcome, I'm sorry I didn't get to say hello to everyone when they arrived. Thank you for coming to the first of hopefully many more Family Dinners, now tonight I have decided to stick to a seafood theme. Everything but the salad has seafood in it, you have a regular Caesar Salad with freshly made dressing. To accompany it, you have a Lobster Bisque. For the main course we have Linguine with a white Clam Sauce, please enjoy."
"Oh God Aunt F, I've never had freshly made Caesar dressing before; and I have to say it tastes amazing." barry said in between bites of his salad, and everyone around the table even Caitlin hummed in agreement of her statement.
Caitlin was super surprised to see Tommy eating the salad, without someone forcing him too.
Caitlin knows she would, dear lord we are only on the salad course and she wants offer Freya her soul to eat anything else she can make. She thanked Tommy for the compliment, and they all went back to eating out salads.
Once they are all done, Freya runs of the kitchen leaving Tommy and Barry to clean off the table. Just looking at Freya you know, she's wearing almost nine thousand dollars' worth of clothing and jewelry.
Once the table is cleared of food, the three of them walk back out of the kitchen with dessert. The placed a Crème Brule in front of each of them, and Caitlin's mouth watered. It just melted in her mouth, and as wrong as it sounds Caitlin pretty sure it gave her an orgasm.
Caitlin not all too sure, she was quiet about it either. Thankfully, the whole room was lost in the taste of the dessert. She was going to end up fat, she can see it now.
Caitlin wasn't ready for the sight of the dinner with Tommy;s family. After dinner end, and everyone was given a drink, and Caitlin felt stiff in a way she hadn't for years. Like bricks were under each of her limbs and someone was jerking her around using planks of wood.
Freya looked at the womq who stole the heart of his godson "Oh you're Dr. Snow. You're dating my godson. That's right, I remember him telling me all about you and how his eyes lit up every time he talks about you. I can tell he's very happy with you." Freya said with a smile causing Tommy and Caitlin to blush. Barry laughed at that as did Oliver.
"Oh you can't pry them two off even with a crowbar and it's quite amusing watching our heir of the Merlyn Global Group try."
So it's a love at first sight."
Caitlin giggled. "No, not at all, we became very good friends and stayed being friends for one year until one day he declared his true feelings." She blushed. "Needless to say I was looking forward to that day." She muttered.
"I have to wonder how my son caught your attention."
Her head darts back up in surprise to see a certain light in Tomny`s father eyes as he regards her only for his gaze to shift to her boyfriend instead.
"Dad"Tommy said his hand coming to rest on her shoulder, and he's a little worried now this is about to turn into a standoff with how guarded man looks, practically radiating waves of protection. "Since Caitlin had the day off Flash`duty doctoe I thought it'd be nice for you two to get to know each other."
"Yes, Tommy, and it was so good of you to finally reach that conclusion. " He turns back to her and reaches seamlessly for her elbow, guiding her to eat.
Now I don't blame you, dear. I realize certain…parties my son associated with tend to cultivate a reputation for me."
"Uh, well, I haven't really been paying attention to any of that sort of talk, " Caitlin hopes it's the right thing to say even if it's not exactly true. And Tommy's always had only the best to say about you. He really cares."
After the dinner , Freya told them to grab whatever drink they would like, while she grabbed a two glasses of bourbon. Barry and Caitlin both grabbed a cup of coffee, while Oliver and atommy grabbed some bourbon for theirselves. As we all sat down, the guys had come out of the kitchen and grabbed a drink. Except for Malcolm, who automatically went to sit next to Freya. Caitlin watched as Freya leaned into Malcolm, once he was seated and wrapped him arm around her shoulder.
"Mr. Merlyn-.."
" It is Malcolm, Caitlin. After all, I can already see Tommy considers you part of the family."
Her eyes widen as her face flushes red at the pronouncement and he darts another shy look, again, at Tommy. " Dad , aunt F," the older man says, and he thinks it's the closest thing he's heard to a whine coming from him. "Don't you have embarrassing stories to tell or something?"
"If you insist, honey." Barry and Oliver has to choke back their laugh at the pained expression Tommy makes at that.
The afternoon isn't all quips at her boyfriend expense, or even her own after Barry and Oliver left. Malcolm has some questions, of course, about her life in Central, her job - both of them - and her family.
At some point the Malcolm photo albums are taken out, a must for any meet-the-parents session it seems, and he'll admit to cooing with the woman over pictures of a younger Tommy, some with Freya, some with a boy he's told is Oliver Queen. Tomny migrates to stand behind the couch, leaning over to look and supposedly provide more "accurate" commentary to his father's stories. One of his hands rests on his shoulder and the other on Caitlin's, and he brings her own hand up to rest atop it, occasionally tilting her head back to catch the woman's eye with a wide smile.
Eventually, though, they have to wrap things up. Caitlin wants to swing by the Star Labs to check on things with the team, and Tommy's got to run a firm. She stands with Malcolm in the foyer while Tommy goes to get their jackets.
"Thank you for everything, Malcolm. I really…it means a lot to me to be accepted by Tommy's family."
"And why wouldn't we? Seeing what you've done to him, it's me who should be thanking you. I'm proud of the man Tommy's become, but he was always so lost. After the death of his mother was a mess and like lost something." His face darkens for a moment with old grief, and she shares it. But his eyes flit back to her and his expression warms as he states, "I think he's found that again with you."
Caitlin's mouth falls open, but no words emerge. She's stunned, and doubly so when he wraps her in a hug and murmurs, "Thank you," in her ear. It's all she can do to embrace him back.
She turned around and faced Freya Nova, who stood there without a smile or any other facial expressions. Caitlin looked at the older woman with surprise mixed curiosity, not knowing the reason behind her interruption.
"Take care of him well." Freya said in a cold, dry voice. "He suffered a lot and the death of his mother almost killed him; he didn't have a happy childhoo" She sighed with guilt. "Just take care of him well, make him happy and don't ever let him suffer again... Promise me, promise me girl that you are going to take a good care of him and make him happy." Freya pleaded.
Caitlin looked at her with a shocked. The cold aunt of his boyfrienf was begging her to look after him well. She blinked a couple of times before opening her mouth. "I promise to take care of him well, I'll never going to make him unhappy or never let him suffer again, because...because I love him." She muttered and walked away from the remorseful woman.
They walk to the car, an arm each around the other's waist, neither aware of the woman who watches behind a curtain from the house.
Freya , who watches with a smile.
"What's with him?" Lisa questioned Mick.
"Nothing, or so he says" Mick snorted.
"I can hear you two idiots, you know" Snart snarked.
"Your ears are working, congratulations" Mick snapped back.
"Boys, boys. Now, brother, tell me" she flipped her long locks over her slim shoulder "What seems to be the trouble?" –
"There's nothing wrong" Snart said grumpily.
"This is not about the good soldier again, is it?" Mick asked lightly, and promptly got a cold gun to the face.
"You seriously bought this bar just to see this woman?" Lisa yelled, exasperated, "You're such an idiot."
"Remember what I said about undermining my authority?" Len warned.
"What the fuck is wrong with you," Lisa said to the ceiling.
"For the record, I was already considering buying a bar since the woman showed up to Saints in full costume," Len said, "and nothing keeps people happier than free drinks, and people like these Rogues need to feel happy."
"But the only reason it is this specific bar is because that specific brunette come here?" Lisa asked.
Then, initial rage apparently dealt with, Lisa stepped beside Len and leaned on the same shelves beside him. Looking ahead, and not at him, which Len did appreciate. She hooked her arm in Len's, holding him next to her, and rested her cheek on Len's shoulder. It was her attempt to be 'cute' so that Len would do what she wanted... which Len consistently fell for.
"Len, you realize this was a bad plan? You can't flirt with your nemesis' aunt," Lisa told him.
Len pressed the glass in his hand to his forehead.
"You are the smartest idiot in the world," Lisa said, full of affection. "I will fix this for you."
"Don't meddle," Len said.
"I will meddle," Lisa promised, "because your beautiful mind shuts off like a switch when it comes to romance and I'm really bored with being the only sibling with a date for family dinners."
"I've brought Mick," Len grumbled.
"Mick doesn't count and you know it."
"I guess," Len frowned at the glass above his head, "there's nothing I can really stay to stop you."
"I always do what I want, Lenny," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet, "and what I want is what is best for you. No promises on the aunt-"
Len grimaced.
"-but," she continued, "Thanksgiving was a bore. I'll get you a date by Christmas."
Len really wished he wasn't actually grateful for her help. He just grunted in reply.
Lisa grabbed the white Russian out of his hands. "No more alcohol until 8, you gruff old drunk," she cooed.
"You are not going to control my drinking," Len insisted.
"Do you think you'll seduce the sexy young bartender by being a drunk mess? Trust me," she said, planting a kiss on Len's cheek. "Also trust me on the wallpaper, because I have a theme going to match the napkins."
It was annoying how predictable and easy he was when Lisa was involved.
"Flash's aunt ?"Lisa questioned incredulously "Really? She's pretty enough, I guess, but she's... I don't know"
"Cool as a cucumber?' Mick added.
"Look who's talking"''Snart grumbled.''Like you dont have a crush on cold doctor..."
Mick blinked a couple of times. "Um, what?"
"Ooh, he's serious about her! What's her name again? Kate?"
"Caitlin"Mick corrected all too quickly. Snart couldn't hide a snort, and Lisa sighed playfully.
"Aw, you like her!"
"Lisa..."
Freya furrowed her eyebrows as she tilted her head. She tore her shirt off and pulled him in for a kiss, something she didn't want him to forget either. Eventually he couldn't hold back any longer, and she got that. Their tongue's battled for dominance, knowing they both loved a challenge he won. She could feel his hands roaming her body, just like they were in her dream. The two pulled away gasping for air, Freya's breathing became irregular but that didn't mean she was going to stop anytime soon. She was frustrated and all she could think about was him. The blonde haired vampire pulled him over to the bed as she continued to kiss him. She didn't really care for anything he had to say, anything he would say to make her change her mind, because it was already made. Another thing, she was in no mood for foreplay, but he was obviously going to torture her; like there wasn't enough frustration to begin with. She found herself staring up at the one she used to despise so much, and there he was just looking at her like she was something special. She swallowed hard, feeling her nervousness rise.
"Malcolm...» she mumbled under her breath, without breaking the eye contact.
"Are you sure, Freya?" was all he said, causing Freya to bite her lower lip lightly. And with the nod she gave, he took it as a yes.
Freya felt a though her bra was annoyingly getting in the way. In fact, her underwear served as the same problem as well. She reached down to pull her underwear off when her hands were stopped by his, pinning them above her head. She gasped at this, wondering why he was torturing her. She noticed the smirk on his face and the fact he was going on with this made her even more turned on; Nothing Malcolm ever did was enough, and she was sure it would be happening tonight. She would realize it for the very first time.
As he kissed her neck, making sure not to miss any parts of her skin, it was evident he was taking his time. Freya bit on her lip from her terrible habit, closing her eyes to feel more- and she wanted more. Her breathing had become uneven, and she had the worst desire to just touch him but her hands were pinned; and she didn't know why she found that more attractive. If she thought the kissing was hot, where he was going she already knew. Her body moved under his touch, and he knew just the reaction of him taking his time would go for her- she was impatient.
"Oh my god Leonard, please...» she whimpered almost, not even ashamed that she was begging.
Freya opened her eyes abruptly, a sob caught in her throat, which she made efforts to repress. She found herself concentrating on the ceiling, tears she refused to let fall in her eyes, still shaken by the dream – no, the mix of memories, because she did remember that day, both these days she had just witnessed again. As she was trying to calm herself down, in the complete silence of her room, broken only by her uneven breathing, he perceived a small noise coming from the ground floor of the house.
Freya glanced at the clock standing on her bed-table and saw it was almost three in the morning. She frowned, wondering what he was doing up at this hour of the night, and slipped soundlessly out of bed, jolting the mattress as little as possible. She padded out of the room and down the stairs, following the small noises to the kitchen where she saw his Malcolm making himself a cup of hot chocolate.
"Can't sleep?" she asked the woman and winced internally when Malcolm visibly startled, as she had thought he would have heard her come down.
"Freya!" The black archer exclaimed, his had coming automatically to his chest, resting on his racing heart. "You scared me."
"Sorry," she apologized, getting a mug out of the kitchen cabinet for herself and Malcolm immediately started on another drink. "What's wrong?"
Malcolm shook his head.
"Nothing. Just feeling a bit restless, I guess. I'm fine Freya, promise. What about you? Don't tell me I woke you up? I tried to make sure not to make too much noise."
She sighed as he didn't want to bother her with an account of her nightmares, especially considering the subject. She knew it was a bit stupid, but she didn't feel like telling Malcolm that she had woken up, terrified, by a dream. Still, the little noises she had made wouldn't have stopped her from going straight back to sleep if her mind hadn't been much too wired, her heart trying to race out of her chest, the images of Malcolm's murderous glare still running behind her eyelids.
"Weird dream," she answered, opting for a half-truth. "I couldn't get back to sleep."
"What kind? «Malcolm asked, curious, as he had never known his best frirend to let her subconscious mind prevent her from getting the rest she needed.
"A dump one," she told him, shaking her head to make him understand she didn't feel like talking about it right now and Malcolm let it drop, eyes going back to her chocolate.
They talked about many things and walking her back to her room, they reached her room and she was about to go in when he stopped her
"Next time you go on a night time stroll, you might want to wear a bra. It has been terribly distracting" He whispered in her ear before smirking at her lustfully and walking off, leaving behind a shocked Freya and her glass of chocolate.