Here we go, some fluff and happiness and humor, because I can be funny and not just angsty, damnit. Also, sorry, Cisco ;p
Disclaimer: I don't own the Flash/DCTV
Sometimes, and especially after Caitlin became a superhero, she gets nightmares. Sometimes, it's seeing the villains she and the team have faced before, and sometimes, it's seeing the people she loves hurt, or worse. She's used to them by now, used to the way her heart races as she bolts upright in her bed, screams crawling up her throat to her darkened bedroom in her quiet apartment, and she has to gulp in air for a few minutes, wait a moment or two for her brain and body to catch up to each other and remember where she is, remember that it was all in her subconscious.
There are rare days where she really gets a full, or even good, night's sleep, waking up warm under her fluffy comforter to the sun's rays on her bed, but that just means that she treasures those days all the more. On those mornings, if she wakes up early enough, she'll cook herself a nice breakfast, or she'll skip out to CC Jitters for a pastry and a large cup of coffee before heading to the Lab.
Today…she hasn't decided what to do today. Her mind has processed that it's already morning, the birdsongs her first clue even through her closed eyes. She doesn't want to open them yet—she feels so lazy and warm and boneless, nestled in a thick comforter, and thinks that the day can wait a little later to begin. That is…until she registers that there is something that is not a bed pressed up against her back, feels someone's warm breaths on her neck, something heavy slung around her waist, and a smile creeps onto her lips before she can stop it.
The doorknob is digging into her side from the angle she's pressed up against it, but she doesn't have the capacity to care, not with the open-mouthed kisses being placed all over her throat and collarbone, the firm shoulders under her hands and the length pressing in between her legs where they were wrapped around his waist. His hip flexes and snaps forward, grinding into her, and she throws her head back with a loud moan. A rush of wind, and then she's pressed down onto her mattress, her clothes in complete disarray before they're scattered somewhere on the floor, and then she feels the lips that were previously at her neck now running up her thighs, and she just remembers the tense anticipation and oh she moans so loudly she's afraid, somewhere in the back of her mind, that the neighbors will hear.
And all of a sudden, it's not just his mouth, his fingers are where they most definitely should and should not be, and she's shattering moments later for the first time that night.
Under closed eyes, her thoughts flit back to her scattered memories of the night before, and, well…
She awakens in a bedroom that isn't hers, but the scent on the bed and all around her has become so familiar in the past few years that there is no fighting the smile on her face. Stretching a little, Caitlin turns to see a still-sleeping Barry, his hair mussed and rumpled, bare chest rising and falling with deep, even breaths. His mouth is still slightly swollen, and she can see bites on his skin that make her flush in the morning light. She shifts closer to him, lightly tracing patterns between them until she can see him start to wake up, not stopping until he blearily opens his eyes, greeting her with a groggy smile.
"Morning," he whispers, still half-asleep. Giggling, she leans over and gives him a slow, warm kiss.
"Morning," she replies with a grin.
"If we use the existing micro freeze array and calibrate it according to subzero temperatures, that should give us a place to start."
"Ramon, are you hearing yourself? There isn't even a way for you to contain that temperate degree for transfer into the micro freeze array with the one thing you had that could do it broken; the best you could set this to is probably just at freezing temp, but if you give me an hour, we'll be able to get this working again in no time—"
"Yeah, well, you give me an hour and I can do that too; we don't have an hour—"
"There is no way you can get that to work without subzero temperatures, and freezing point won't hold any meta for long—that won't even hold a building fire long enough for the fire department to get here; the electromagnetics have a much higher freezing threshold than those temperatures, and the one thing you had in your lab that could contain anything below 32 degrees Fahrenheit is broken on the floor!"
"There are people who need saving in a burning building right this second, so if freezing point is going to give them a fighting chance, then I will calibrate the array to 32 degrees Fahrenheit so help me—"
"What's going on?"
Barry and Caitlin walk into the Cortex to hear yelling, Cisco at one end of the console and Harry at the other, giving each other dirty looks. As soon as they come through the doorway, however, both those looks become directed toward Barry, who flinches under the weight of their gazes.
"Where have you been?" Cisco demands. "I've been pinging you!"
Harry pulls up live coverage of Central City News Network on one of the console screens, showing a burning building downtown with the fire spreading to the apartment next to it. "Bad fire started a few minutes ago," he starts to explain, and before he's even finished, Barry has disappeared in streaks of scarlet lightning, changed into his suit, and is out of the Lab to immediately save the city.
"Well," the older scientist says, "now that the Flash is here to save the day, fix that cold gun."
Cisco, however, isn't even paying attention to him. Instead, he wheels toward Caitlin.
"Where have you two been?! I couldn't get a hold of either of you, and you are never late for work, and Joe says he hasn't seen Barry at the precinct all morning, and—"
"Cisco!" Caitlin cuts him off, putting her hands on his shoulders, his automatically come up to her elbows as a result of their friendship, camaraderie, and all the hugs they've shared that have ingrained themselves in his reaction. "We're fine! Sorry, my phone died last night, and Barry—"
Her words and the world disappear in a blue swirl as he's pulled into a sudden vibe, and Cisco braces himself for a vision of whatever is trying to tear Central City apart next when he sees—
"Oh my God."
He jerks back violently, startling Caitlin into letting him go. Reeling backwards, Cisco stumbles back a few steps, rapidly blinking his eyes, and when he opens them fully to look at her, he immediately slams them shut again, covering his face with his hands. "I need to bleach my eyes! I did not need to see that! That's why you and Barry didn't pick up your phones this morning?!"
At the other end of the Cortex, Harry's hands still from where he's finagling with the broken cold gun. His eyebrows shoot up as his eyes swing over to stare at them, his genius brain taking no time at all to figure out what, exactly, Cisco was talking about.
"Huh," he says mildly.
Caitlin's face is now burning in mortification.
A gust of wind and flying papers signals Barry's arrival back inside the Cortex, the CCNN reporter on the screen now thanking the Flash and reporting no casualties. The hero pulls his cowl back, letting it hang like a hood as he grins after successfully saving the day yet again, but his expression falls when he sees the look on Caitlin's face, feels the tension in the air.
Before he can ask, Cisco points to him accusingly. "I did not need to see any of that, and you two will be paying for compensatory damages to my retinas immediately."
He walks off, brushing past them and muttering, "Damn morning after bull crap, I did not need to know this."
