She wakes up warm, his arms still around her waist, his nose pressed against her neck. It sends a delightful thrill down her spine and she is struck by the urge to turn around in his hold, to wake him up by peppering kisses across his jaw and cheeks, for him to feel as she felt now. It scares her, after only knowing him for a handful of days, and she stiffens, pulling away from his touch. Caitlin can't resist turning around, breath held as she watches to see whether she'd woken him up. She hadn't, but a frown slips across his face, hands shifting, as though looking for her. Something twists in her, seeing him slightly unsettled at the loss of her body. She doesn't give herself time to reflect on what it is.
He is awake when she emerges from the shower, his laptop open as he scans through his emails, barely a flicker to her so engrossed in his work. It stings slightly, the lack of reaction at her presence. "Hey Harry," she starts.
"Snow," he grunts.
"What's the plan for today?" He murmurs noncommittally, brushing her off and it hurts. Hurts because she expected more, hurts because she had thought their relationship had progressed from more than purely business - but apparently not. She doesn't say anything to him, ducking out of the room, eyes stinging and jaw clenched to bite back her emotions.
She finds her way to the kitchen, Caitlin looking through their drawers to find something to eat, her stomach rumbling. She hears him before she sees him, Caitlin stilling as the feet stop by the doorway. She knows he's watching her, can envision him leaning against the door post, glasses sitting crookedly, hair wild as he scrutinises her every move. And she is too vulnerable, too afraid of what was happening between them.
"Did I offend you this morning?" His voice finally rings out, Caitlin standing up completely as she hears the sound.
"No." She is short, angry more at herself than with him, that she would be so affected by a man she had known by name only six weeks ago. He approaches her and she moves around, searching for a bowl and spoon, determined to not show her face to him, emotions still too raw to hide. But Harry is determined, standing behind her, hands on her shoulders guiding her around.
"Snow." she stills, watching his eyes flicker to the stairs. He moves closer, too close, and before she could take a step back Harry takes her face into his hands, tilting her head up. Her breath hitches, and her mouth is slightly open. It stuns Caitlin, he stuns Caitlin, this moment of intimacy never expected. He plans on saying something, he truly does, but she distracts him, Caitlin with those doe eyes and parted mouth, with lips that look soft to touch, to kiss.
She doesn't hear feet thundering down the stairs, too distracted by the thundering of her heart in her chest.
"I - oh." And there is Jesse, watching them both, eyes wide. She backs away, apologising to them before turning on her heel and sprinting out of the room, back up the stairs. "I'm coming down in ten minutes," she screams from the top. "Please be done by then. I'm hungry." Then her door bbbbbshut, clear even from the kitchen.
Harry grins, chuckling at her antics. "She doesn't know that her floorboard creak when she moves around in her old room." Her face falls, Caitlin taking a step backward, out of his touch. "What?" He sounds confused. "Wasn't it a good thing for her to catch us?"
"Yeah," she replies, smile tight, voice struggling to leave her mouth. "That was a good thing, very good." But she says it too fast, nods too vigorously, turns too quickly.
"Snow," he calls out, but she ignores him, focussing instead on her muesli and "Snow, talk to me." There is a moment that passes, heavy with things he didn't yet understand. "Please." It is a hoarse whisper, desperation leaking into his tone. He doesn't expect that to happen, for there to be so much emotion attached to that one word. To her.
It is enough to break her resolve however. "I guess it's strange spending more than one night with a client." It's odd hearing him referred to as a client, even from her own lips. "I'm not really sure what to expect."
"Did - " The words are difficult to get out. "Did you want to stop?" The idea of that happening, of Caitlin jumping into a plane and flying off frightens him more than he imagined it would.
"No." And the words should comfort him, but she won't look at him, rummaging through the fridge for some yogurt and fruits.
"Caitlin." It is then she turns around, slowly, deliberately, taking steps towards him until she was before his face. She lifts up her hand, stroking his cheek, the slight stubble prickling against her palm. His eyes flutter closed at her touch, his hands finding her sides.
"Harry," she whispers, voice low and thick. "Harry look at me." And he does, eyes vibrant and blue, stealing her breath away at its intensity. "I wouldn't dream of leaving you here, not now." He leans down, resting his forehead on her own, noses bumping against the other. He takes a shaky inhale and for the first time she wonders if he would truly care.
"Thank you." There is relief in his voice, amd his breath is warm on her lips, ghosting her sensitive skin. Caitlin wonders what it would be like to kiss him, to tilt her head just a fraction up, to capture his lips with her own. Her eyelids feel heavy at the thought, her mind heady with the possibilities, but she doesn't move, choosing to relish the small moment, his forehead pressed against hers, his nose brushing against her own, his grip on her waist tightening.
"Guys! I gave you ten minutes already. Find a room."
He almost retorts that they will when Caitlin's stomach growls, Jesse laughing as the older woman eyes her muesli ravenously. "I think we'll eat breakfast thank you." And they do, Caitlin sitting beside Harry, the pair of them stealing glances at each other, Harry's left hand on her right knee, his thumb rubbing circles on the outside. Jesse calls them out on their behaviour but all they do is exchange a smile, before resuming eating.
It's a good morning.
Harry apologises for abandoning her, work having issues he would need to sort out, and she accepts it graciously. She is a little lost without him, Jesse bouncing around, pleading with her to go shopping until Caitlin caves, a smile curling her lips at the joy in Jesse's expression at the acceptance. Harry waits for them by the door, Jesse throwing her arms around his neck, Harry hugging her back. Caitlin lurks behind, heart thumping as Jesse walks towards the car, turning to her, waiting. She smiles at him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he senses her anxiousness, as she walks toward him. But he doesn't move. Not when she stands in front of him, a moment of hesitation before she leans forward, pressing her lips against his cheek. It is only a brief thing, yet she feels her heart leap, his skin prickly and dry against her skin. She feels his intake of breath, feels it against her skin, feels his chest rise, brushing against hers. It leaves her breathless, and she pulls away quickly, a light blush on her cheeks as she steals a glance backwards before joining Jesse on the pathway, the pair of them jumping into a car and driving off.
They go into town, Jesse tugging her into all the shops, forcing Caitlin to try on clothes for her amusement. She attempts to put up a fight, she truly does, but Jesse moans about the pains of searching for a wedding dress ruining all chances she could enjoy the experience herself. And Caitlin curses those big, wide eyes of Jesse's, pleading with her to do it.
They shop around, a lot, Jess pulling things from the racks and throwing them to Caitlin, the girl eager to see Caitlin model the outfits. And, she muses, Jesse does have good taste. They walk for hours, Jesse distracted on her phone as they wander through another department store. There is an itch to call her out on it, to question what exactly had stolen Jesse's attention away, but she keeps silent, unsure of the boundaries. She had never had a client with a daughter Jesse's age, never lived with them for anything longer than overnight. She isn't sure what to do or how to act, and so she does nothing at all, continuing to shop. Caitlin is startled out of her musing with a dress thrust before her eyes, Jesse bouncing up and down in excitement as Caitlin takes the material from her hand.
"No." It's a belated reply, Caitlin examining the dress before realising just what Jesse wanted her to do. "No, no, no." She tries to push it back to Jesse, encouraging her to wear it instead.
Jesse rebuffs her attempts, pouting, eyes wide as she pleads. "Come on Cait, please try it on. You don't even need to buy it, just let's see what it looks like." She must sense that Caitlin's determination wavers because she light up, a teasing voice as she continues. "And imagine my dad's reaction when he sees you in it. You could always buy it for him." She smiles so purely, but there is a flash of deviance in her eyes, and it leaves Caitlin on edge, suspicious of her action.
(She doesn't know why that is what convinces her to take it to the change rooms, but it does.)
In the room she loses her confidence, the dress hanging there, mocking her. She almost puts it on immediately, to remove the anticipation of doing it later on. But Jesse must sense her feelings, telling her through the door to leave it to last, pleading with her to start with the floral summer dress.
And so she does, come out after every dress, modelling them for an amused Jesse, lounging on a seat nearby, the younger woman critiquing each. The pile of clothes that she tries on grows, along with Jesse's distraction. Until there is one left.
The dress is... nice, so different from what she normally wears. It is strapless and red, a vibrant colour, silky against her skin. It's shorter than normal, cutting off mid thigh and she can't help but admire the dress, running her hands over the fabric, enjoying the texture. She calls out for Jesse, opening the door to show her the dress.
She startles when she sees Harry in the store, hovering near the hallway to the dressing rooms, talking to an assistant. Jesse is nowhere in sight.
She approaches him shyly, surprising him from the conversation. "Hello!" he exclaims, eyes raking over her form, something akin to desire burning in his eyes. "Please say you're buying it."
"How did you get here?" she asks in reply.
"I was bored at home," he says, leaving the attendant to approach her, eyes unable to stay still. But then he catches Caitlin's unamused look. "Okay," he confesses. "Something came up with Jesse with this -" he pauses, waving his hand around. "Wedding stuff and she didn't know how to tell you she was abandoning you. So she asked me to come and snuck out so she wouldn't have to tell you herself." She pouts, watching as he approaches her. He grabs her shoulders, turning her around and pushing Caitlin toward the change room, stopping when she was back inside, facing the mirror inside of it. "So, are you going to get the dress?"
"I'm not sure," she hesitates.
"Look at yourself," and she feels him coming up behind her, his warmth tempting, his presence intoxicating. "Because I see a wonderful, sexy woman in front of me who saw a dress she loved and had to try it on. And now she really needs to buy it."
"Jesse chose it actually," Caitlin interrupts, her ears bright red and her will crumbling. "Thought I should surprise you with it." The connotations are not lost on him, not with her voice pitching down, a salacious wink thrown at him through the mirror. His hands tighten into a fist in response, the urge to touch her striking him with such intensity. He can see it, see Caitlin wearing the dress in his room, their room, can imagine her standing in front of him, leaning against him as he drags the zipper down, sliding the dress down her body, the material pooling by her feet as she turns, her arms around his shoulders as she leans in for a kiss. Harry can see it, he wants it deeply, an ache in his chest at the knowledge it would only ever remain that, a desire.
"My daughter has excellent choice," he comments, eyes scanning over her in the mirror before them. He leans into her, lips against her ear as he whispers, "and I would love it if you bought it just for me." It's a low growl, and she whips her head to him, eyes wide as he chuckles, pulling away, leaving her alone and confused before the mirror, Caitlin turning, watching him disappear around the corner.
She leaves the change rooms, returning to the front of the store, frowning as she looks at Harry with a bag in his hands. He offers her the bag, a smirk on his face as she peers in, the red dress inside.
"So where are we going?"
It is dragged from her, Caitlin's eyes focussed on the outside of the car, the unfamiliar landscape surrounding her enchanting.
"I have some old friends in the area, they run a great little Italian restaurant." She turns her head, eyeing him, waiting for him to continue. "I figured I should at least take you on one date before the wedding." There is a twinkle in his eyes as he steals a glance at her, lingering as she meets it with a dimpled grin. The smile does't leave her lips, not when he looks away to watch the road, not when she turns her head to stare outside the window. It stays for the journey, stays throughout the dinner as they exchange stories of work, of theories and problems. He laughs at her anecdotes, a deep rich timbre that sends shivers down her spine, that elicits a warm smile from her.
She reaches over the table to take his hand, an impulsive decision that she doesn't regret, not when his voice stops for a moment, a look of awe flashing across his face. He shifts his hand, his thumb running over her knuckles as he picks up his story. The dinner was nice, the company better and she finds herself not wanting her time with him to end. And for a magical hour she feels like it won't, the pair enjoying a tiramisu, Caitlin swiping a spoon of Harry's gelato, laughing at his mock annoyance. They stay long after the food is finished and their wine bottle empty, exchanging their silent dreams and quiet wishes.
The car trip home is peaceful, a comfortable silence enveloping them, a smile never leaving her face or his, Harry tapping on the steering wheel after some time, needing a release for the energy inside him. Soon enough they arrive home, both hesitant to leave the car, afraid the bubble between them would break when they exit. But they must. They do.
He escorts her to the door, the pair of them lingering by the door. "Thanks for a great day Harry." She sounds shy, she is shy, and he would be confused if not for his own fast beating heart, nerves eating away inside him, feelings he hadn't felt for years. Caitlin shivers - from under his gaze or the breeze, she isn't quite sure. But then he lifts his hand, tucking the stray hairs behind her ear, thumb caressing her cheek all the while. The atmosphere is electric, and she wants to believe so badly it isn't just in her head, that his gaze really did drop to her mouth, that his lips really did part as she licked her own, the skin dry under her tongue.
But Harry drops his hand, clearing his throat he reaches into his pocket, grabbing the key and unlocking the door. She stands there, lost, confused as it swings open, Harry stepping inside. Leaving her out there. Alone.
The tension is palpable throughout the night, Jesse glancing between the two as they all settle on the couch for a cheesy sci-fi movie. They barely pay attention, Caitlin watching Harry, Harry facing the screen, pretending to watch the movie. Jesse jokes that they are more interesting than the film, earning herself twin glares from the pair. It follows them after the movie, up into their room, in their bed.
They find a semblance of normalcy in the morning - they are forced to, Jesse reminding them of the Christmas in July event Harry had planned. It was an excuse to have everyone over for that night, an excuse for Harry to have one last family dinner without needing to share her with the in-laws. He agreed to host it selfishly, and Caitlin laughs at his petulance at the idea of having to share Jesse with other people.
He knows Joe - he is friends with Joe - she says as though it would change the way he feels. Joe was coming to the dinner. He pouts and grumbles but he still is determined to have the event.
She is pushed out of the kitchen, laughing the entire time as he makes her promise to not return. She isn't that terrible with cooking she argues, but he stops at the entrance, spinning her around and looking her in the eye. "Snow, you and cooking are not meant for each other. Now leave." She bites back a snort of laughter, nodding at him.
"Decorations?" she suggests, his shoulders relaxing as he nods at her.
"Jesse can help you." She goes up stairs to find the younger girl, the pair of them spending hours decorating the dining room, setting up the Christmas tree and tinsel around the room and hallways. It's more exhausting than they had anticipated, the pair of them collapsing on the couch, Jesse flicking on the television. They watch for hours, grumbling to Harry about the scents wafting into the living room, complaining that they were hungry. Jesse had tried sneaking in, but quick as she is not even she could steal some food from the kitchen.
It was a miracle when the doorbell rang, the girl's rushing to open it up to their guests, Jesse shouting at Harry to finish because everyone was here and they were all hungry.
(Caitlin shushes them as they all start to protest that last point.)
And the dinner goes smoothly, Caitlin sitting on one side of him, Jesse on the other. He looks around the table, sees Wally and Cisco and Iris and Joe and Barry. He hears the laughter, watches them all smile at each other, relaxed.
And he gets it, he finally gets it.
They won't be just Jesse's family, and they won't be his own through default either. They are his family, had been for a long time now, each one of them worming their way into his heart in their own unique way. And Caitlin, he thinks. Caitlin most of all.
Harry isn't quite sure who moved the party from the dining room to the living space, everyone with a glass of alcohol in their hands, slightly tipsy. It's loud and cheerful and he doesn't want it to be anything but.
It is perfect.
He forgets entirely about the mistletoe Jesse and Caitlin had hung around the house.
... He remembers when he and Caitlin are caught underneath it, a devious Cisco arguing with the pair of them, backing away discreetly knowing that they would follow, pausing when they were under the foliage. Jesse approaches them, Cisco sticking his hand out for Jesse to slap it. They watch him confused, eyes following his gaze as it flickers up.
They spot it.
"Okay, Ramon. You're fired," Harry grumbles, trying to leave the spot, blocked by his ex-employee and daughter. The schemers.
"Come on dad," Jesse teases, her eyes alight in mischief. "Kiss her."
"Jesse." His voice is tight, and Caitlin takes his hand, squeezing it in reassurance. "I think public displays of affection is something we should leave for Wally and yourself."
"Dad," she says seriously, betrayed by the mirth dancing in her eyes. "I think it's a law somewhere." He scoffs. "Maybe not in this universe, but there is an Earth out there where it's an offence to not kiss under mistletoe."
"We're not from that Earth, are we Jesse?" But Caitlin tugs his hand, stealing his attention from his daughter. She gives him a pointed look, one that clearly reads don't bring too much attention to this and he sighs because she is right. The more he protests, the more suspicious everyone would be of their relationship. "Fine," he sighs, dragging the syllable.
And he does, ducking his head to find her lips. She meets him half way, head on the side as he captures her mouth against his own. He wants to keep it light and quick, but the temptation to give in, to kiss her like he had been imagining since the moment on the balcony, it is overwhelming. He pulls her closer and she follows his lead, leaning into him, her hands holding onto his shoulders, content to let him set the pace. He won't, too afraid to deepen it anymore, holding himself back - but he can't find it in himself to end it. Distantly he can hear whooping and cheering, a dulled noise barely heard over the rushing of blood in his ears and he doesn't want the moment to stop, doesn't want to return to a reality where she is only acting and their relationship is a farce. It is only because of necessity that it does end, Harry pulling away, eyes still closed as he rests his forehead on her own, struggling to control his breathing. He can feel her hot puffs of air against his neck.
Finally he lifts his head and opens his eyes, taking her in. She is flushed, gnawing at her bottom lip as she watches him carefully. "That was -" He clears his throat, the husky tone taking him by surprise.
She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, ducking her head. "Yeah."
He sneaks out of his own party, slipping into the kitchen and away from the others. It was difficult to be there, difficult to pretend he was invested in their conversations, to give them a proper thought and response. But he can't concentrate, not after feeling her soft lips against his own, the way she whimpered as he pulled away, the feel of her hands clasping his shirt between her fingers. It was enough to drive him insane.
He sighs, wiping his face with his hand, determining to find himself another drink.
But then she walks in, relief filling her face at the sight of him. So she'd been looking then, he thinks. My disappearance was noticeable.
"So, this is where you've disappeared." There is a smile on her face, but it falls the moment he shifts his body to the side, not facing his back toward her, but still turning away.
"I just - I needed time alone."
"Are you okay Harry?" He can place the concern in her voice, the worry. He thinks that maybe, just maybe, the care is genuine.
"Yes, it's just -" Steeling himself up he takes a deep breath and continues. "About the kiss." Her head jerks up at his words, panic in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have caved into their pressure and you didn't have to go through with it for me." She relaxes somewhat, shoulders still tense.
"Don't worry about it," she replied. "It's not the first time I've had a date do that to me." But the words don't have the intended affect.
"Oh," he says, his voice tight. "You do that to most clients..." Her brows furrow, watching him in confusion, until they clear up.
"Are you jealous Harry?" she exclaims, eyes twinkling. "You're thinking about me with all those other men." He hadn't been, not until she said it. But then that's all he could think of, young men spinning her around at the wedding receptions, steal kisses and giggles from her. "You are!"
"No," he tries to pull away.
"Come on Harry." Her hands were on his arms holding him, refusing to let go. "I was only teasing you, don't leave."
"Of course you were," he bites back, turning on his heel to face her. He doesn't think about how she still hadn't let go of his arm, Caitlin stumbling into his chest at his movements. "But I think you should be more focussed on your performance than riling me up, clearly you aren't good enough of an actress. I was bad at the beginning, but you blush every time I touch you! How are we supposed to seem in love when you get so affected with the smallest things?" He huffs out an exhale, closing his eyes as he tries to steady his breathing.
She leans toward him, hands sliding up his chest, fiddling with the tie wrapped around his neck. His breathing stills. "Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes?" She whispers the words, dragging her gaze up to lock contact with him, teeth worrying her bottom lip, as she searches for something within them. "So clear and blue," she whispers distractedly, leaning closer into him, unflinching as his hands find her hips, tugging her closer. "I feel like I could drown in them sometimes." He doesn't realise he's moved until she tilts her head up, eyelids fluttering closed, her breath ghosting across his lips. They were closer, a lot closer, mouths only a hairbreadth apart. "Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning whenever you're near." He's going to kiss her, he most definitely is, and he thinks that she may be going to reciprocate it and -
"Hey guys - woah. Crap."
"Allen," Harry growls, not moving from his position. "Get. Out." from his peripheral he can see the young man lift up his hands in surrender, backing out of the room, but the moment had been shattered, Caitlin extracting herself from his hold, cheeks red even as she smirks victoriously at him.
"You seem more affected by such small things now," she retorts. It is like ice down his spine, the idea that she was just doing this to prove a point.
"This is not a game Snow," he snaps. He pulls away from her hold, backing away from her as though her touch were acidic.
"Harry!" But he doesn't listen to her, storming out of the room, Jesse popping her head in a few moments later, seeing a bewildered Caitlin still in the same place as before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know," Caitlin responds, "I really don't know."
He doesn't go to bed that night.
He isn't there in the morning either.
Caitlin isn't much of a drinker.
It's Barry's text that worries Harry, his mind jumping to all these different conclusions. He did eventually come home the next day, a text from Jesse telling him that they'd all left the house to go on her bachelorette party the only thing that could convince him to slink home. He is embarrassed and hiding in his lab downtown was a habit he had yet to break. But they had been gone for hours and Barry's text sends his mind into overdrive. He is ready to leave, to find her and make sure she's safe, to make sure she's alive. But when he opens the door Barry is there, a drunk Caitlin hanging off of his arm, smiling at the sight of Harrison Wells.
"Harry," she singsongs, beaming at him. She abandons Barry who has a grin on his face, in favour of Harry. He stumbles under her weight, very much aware of how short her dress is, that red dress, and how much she was leaning into his body, and he wills it not to respond. He slips on the coat in his hands over her body, trying to cover her up, the chilly weather nipping at his own skin.
"I'll be going now." Damn Allen, a smug smirk on his face as he whistles, turning on his heel and walking back to his car, leaving Caitlin and himself alone in front of his house. She leans on him, stumbling as they enter the front door, turning into the living room and collapsing on the couch. He turns to her then, takes in the hair and dress. She cowers from him, hides herself. But she steals glances at him, scrutinising, unsure. He wipes his face with the palm of his hands, but he can't find it in himself to leave her.
"What is it Snow?" he finally snaps, a growl in his voice.
"You don't like me." There is sadness in her voice, a disappointment. Her words don't make any sense.
"What?"
"You ran away from me," she pouts, curling up into herself.
He sighs. Harry isn't sure whether to say anything, but their relationship couldn't appear strained, couldn't attract any more attention towards it. And so he tells her the truth. "Snow, I was jealous." The words were strange on his tongue, his heart twisting as he hears them out loud from his mouth. "I was jealous that there were younger, more attractive men - you could have any man you wanted, and I wanted it to be me. It's not, but god I wanted it."
"You want me?" and the confusion in her tone gets to him.
"Of course I do." He feels guilty admitting those words, but the relief that it was out there, that he didn't need to pretend around her anymore. "You're brilliant Snow, special. How could I not?"
She leans forward, cutting him off with a kiss. it takes him by surprise, and he can't find it in himself to move away from her, to move at all. It only when she pulls away from him, eyes downcast that he realises what is happening, what she just did. She is pulling away from the couch and he can't have that, can't stand the thought of it occurring. Without conscious thought he finds himself reaching over, hand on her bicep, tugging her closer to him. She stumbles in her movements, Caitlin falling onto his lap, a quiet 'oof' leaving her mouth at the impact. His hands move to steady her, one reaching for her waist, the other landing on the bare skin of her thigh. He looks down to their point of contact, regretting it as he sees the hem of the dress having slid up higher than it was before, exposing more skin to his eyes and hands. He sucks in a breath, squeezing his eyes shut. But it does nothing to the memory burned on the back of his eyelids, and he can feel himself starting to react.
She senses the shift just as much as he does, can feel it against her. She watches him, watches the struggle play out on his face, watches as he slowly open his eyes, her own darkening as she meets his gaze, dropping down to his lips before biting on her own. "I want you Harry," she whispers, leaning closer to him, leaning closer even as he pulls away, straining his neck as he presses it against the couch behind him.
"You're drunk Snow." It is a grunt, forced out from his lips.
"Not as drunk as you think," she retorts and he can hear the change in her voice already. "If you rejected me I would have played it off as being drunk, but you didn't." She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at him through hooded eyes.
She shifts herself closer, shifts her leg over his thighs, straddling Harry. "Caitlin," he warns, but it isn't so much of a warning as a groan, a wicked smile spreading across her face at the name. She kisses him again, movements more heated, Caitlin licking the seam of his lips, tongue sweeping into his mouth. And this time he responds, hands clutching and exploring, the kiss bruising. He holds her tightly, mouth moving in sync with her own, Harry determined to memorise every noise she makes, to remember the way she tastes. But Caitlin pulls away, resting the top of her head on the couch beside his own, panting beside his ear, driving him crazy.
"I want you Harry," she whimpers. "I've wanted you since the moment you called me asking to be your date." she moves, biting his ear. "I touched myself that night thinking about your voice." And he was strong, but he also is human, resolve cracking at her confession, flashes of visions behind his eyelids, Caitlin naked and alone, his voice in her mind, his name on her tongue.
His lips crash into hers, hands cupping the side of his face, pulling her closer, never letting go.
"Caitlin," he groans as she grinds herself against him, his hands moving to her hips instinctively, guiding her movements. But then she stills.
"Come on," she murmurs, lips brushing against his earlobe. "Let's go to bed."
She leaves him on the couch, her high heels clattering on the ground. She drops the jacket he gave her, climbing the stairs while reaching behind her, the zipper goes down. Harry follows her belatedly, the lack of Caitlin in his vision snapping him into action. He jumps over the shoes and jacket, leaving them scattered across the floor in favour of reaching her faster. When he nears the top he sees something else, Harry reaching out to pick up the red satin from the top stair, swearing as he lifts up the dress she was wearing minutes earlier. He clutches it as he continues to walk toward his room, pushing the door open.
And he sees her there in matching black lingerie, lying on his bed (their bed) leaning on her elbows as she watches him enter the room, the red material now on the floor.
"Hello," he whispers to himself, stopping at the edge of the bed, watching as she pushes herself onto her knees, shuffling to the edge as well. And he can't help himself, tugging her in for a kiss, running his fingers delicately up her spine, Caitlin arching in response, pressing her chest into his own. She whimpers against his lips and reluctantly he pulls away from her lips.
Bright blue eyes, normally so clear are now dark, Harry letting go of her so she could tug his shirt upward, his glasses getting lost in the movement. She grins at him, reaching behind her. He stops her, his own covering hers, fingers fumbling with the clasp. "Sorry," he murmurs, "it's been a while since I've -" She shuts him up with a kiss, her lips bruising against his own, hands unsettled. She slides them up his chest and down his shoulders, cups the side of his neck, runs through his hair. He succeeds finally, pulling the scrap of black lace off of her body, laying her down on the bed as he hovers over her, kissing and licking and biting and sucking every inch of exposed skin he could, Caitlin whimpering and squirming underneath him.
And they move together all night, never separating for long, never separating far.
She awakens, body aching and content. She awakens alone.
Caitlin reaches over to the other side of the bed, eyes still closed as she smiles to herself. But she finds air and a cold bed.
"Harrison Wells." She storms into the room like a hurricane, flying toward him. He barely has time to turn around before she is there, her hands on his face, tugging him toward her. It takes him by surprise, arms staying uselessly by his side as he tries to process what exactly was happening. But then she sucks on his bottom lip, tugging at him, and it all falls into place. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. It feels as though it were the last time, the desperation in the embrace, hands tight enough to bruise, the desperation, the need. She finds herself being lifted onto the kitchen counter-top, legs wrapping around his waist as she pulls him closer.
The coughs in the background snap them back onto the present, Caitlin hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder when she spots Jesse and Wally sitting at the table a few feet away, mild disgust on Jesse's expression, amusement on Wally's. "I didn't know we had company," she whispers, leaning into his warmth. And to Jesse, "I thought you were sleeping at Iris' last night."
Jesse wrinkles her nose at Caitlin's words. "Oh ew. Clearly. But Iris and Barry were being disgustingly cute and Wally didn't know I was there, so I came here to meet him and we grabbed pancakes."
"You should have stopped me." There is no accusation in her whisper, only embarrassment at having been so physical in front of others.
"I... forgot."
"Glad to know we're so forgettable," Wally laughed, a cheeky grin on his face as Harry turns to glare at him.
"Well when I've officially lost my appetite," Jesse grumbles, pushing her plate away from her. She turns to Wally, who sighing, does so as well, stealing longing glances at his half eaten plate as she drags him out of the room. Out of the house.
And they were alone.
"What was that all about?" He doesn't move from his position, instead running his hands up and down her outer thigh, eliciting a soft sigh from her.
"You left me. Alone. I didn't - " She takes a deep breath. "I'm not that type of escort Harry, I don't do that with any of my clients but you..." She pauses, dropping her eyes to his chest, watching as she slides her hands back up his torso and around his neck. "I like you. I wanted you." Caitlin twirls a lock for his hair on her finger. "I still do." It comes out rough, her heels pushing him closer to her, the distance between them shrinking.
He sucks in a breath. "Well," voice husky. "I think that's going to have to wait."
She groans in reply, pulling away and pouting at him. "Why?"
"There is a wedding rehearsal we have to prepare for."
"I'm sure we have some time," she sing-songs, leaning forward to press a kiss just underneath his jawline.
They use that time wisely.
The wedding rehearsal goes off without a hitch, and in an uncharacteristic bout of openness, Harry tells them all there would be drinks at his home in an hour, most people unable to make it, but a few friends making their way over to the mansion. He drives over, contently humming as Caitlin sits in the passenger seat, singing off key to whatever music had been playing on the radio.
He adores it, taking her hand in his own, unable to go through the drive without touching her, feeling her. Reminding himself that this was his reality.
He steals a kiss from her, smirking at the dazed look in her eyes as he pulls away. She pouts at his reaction, hooking her arms around his neck, rising on her toes and pulling him down, meeting him for another. It's longer than the first, Caitlin relaxing against him, sighing against his lips as they pull away. It's a moment of perfection, Harry's arms winding around her waist, holding her against him, his eyes shining as he looks down on her.
"Okay, you guys are nauseous." They turn to their intruder, Cisco sucking a lollipop, grinning wildly at them. "Like, more than usual. What up with you?" Harry glares at him, encouraging the smile to widen.
"I didn't sleep over last night," Jesse chimes in, Wally by her side, the pair chuckling at the disgusted look on Cisco's face as he realises their implication, Caitlin blushing, burying her face in Harry's wraps his arms around her, tugging her closer, resting his chin on top of her head.
"Okay, your fun is over, drop it Ramon."
Cisco raises his hands in surrender, his smile remaining as he continues. "I'm just saying, you guys must be disgusting at work. We've had you guys for a week, I can't imagine having to see that every day." A moment then, "I'm going to regret taking that job in STAR Labs aren't I?" He grimaces at the thought, and Harry has to restrain the urge to throw something at him.
"I work for Mercury Labs Cisco," Caitlin says, voice muffled by Harry's chest. He moves his head, looking down at her, Caitlin rigid in his arms.
"Yeah. I know. Me and Tina go way back -" At Harry's look, he amends his statement. "Okay Harry knows her well. But still - it's not that far away from STAR Labs." She disentangles herself from Harry's hold, an emotionless look on her face as she faces Cisco. Harry misses her touch. "Wait," Cisco starts. "Are you saying you've never visited each other at work?"
"We're professionals Ramon. Now drop it." The threat is clear in his voice, and Cisco listens, a weak smile directed towards them in apology.
But the damage is done.
Caitlin is silent throughout the rest of the conversation, Harry glancing at her throughout it, confused by her silence and frosty behaviour. She doesn't smile, doesn't laugh, doesn't react. She simply exists. They conversation ends, Jesse and Wally walking around, thanking everybody for their time, Cisco's face dropping as he spots Hartley, leaving the couple to hide from the other man.
Harry feels Caitlin stiffen beside him as they are slowly left alone. He tries wrapping his arm around her, the rejection of his affection a sting to his heart. He knows something is wrong, knows that something in those few minutes set off something inside her, and it worries him, scares him because he doesn't know what it was or how to fix it. And god, how he wants to. He says her name, whispers it, his concern leaking into his tone, a brokenness he doesn't try to hide. He wants to ask what's wrong, he wants to not need to - wants for her to come to him on her own volition and tell him what's plaguing her thoughts.
None of those things take place, Caitlin stumbling through an excuse, rushing to the bathroom, allowing herself to breathe. He hopes that she will calm down while she hides from him, that she'll return to him the way she was at the beginning of the night. He knows none of it will happen. He hopes anyway.
Caitlin does return to him after a while, sliding an arm around his waist when he was talking to Barry and Iris. The couple laugh as he lights up, teasing them about young love and the rush of euphoria every time you would catch glimpse of the other. He enjoys their ribbing, looking fondly to his side to watch Caitlin, but the look slowly does away, the smile on her lips not reaching her eyes, her eyes calculating. She's figuring out how to play them, he realises, a cold chill dancing down his spine. He had paid her to be his date and she wasn't reneging on the contract, even it was all an act.
(He reminds himself that it was supposed to be an act,
but he had fooled himself.)
It is eating him up inside, this shift from Caitlin. She plays her part well, integrating with the team - but her laugh is empty, her touch cold, her affection dead. And he selfishly wants her to go back to how she was before, how they were before, free to touch and kiss and tease. Jesse watches him, watches them worried, and he knows it is him that is ruining the charade, that he was failing to play the part of a doting partner when all he wants to be is the doting partner to a woman who was determined for him to be anything but. Caitlin startles him from the dark path his thoughts descended into, a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and a tight smile as she turns her attention to
And soon, he couldn't stand her presence.
Jesse finds him alone in his room, Harry having walked onto the balcony connected to it, staring outside the window, taking solace in the stars above him. She takes a seat beside him, a worried look on her expression as she sees the effect it is having on him, the creases in his forehead deeper, Harry moving his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose. "Dad, what's wrong?" Jesse asks cautiously, fidgeting and unable to look him in the eyes as he turns to her."Why is Caitlin acting so cold?"
"There's nothing wrong Jesse, we're fine." He sounds so tired, and he is - the thought of Caitlin like this exhausting him, the struggle of determining what exactly triggered this, taking its toll.
"Did you have a fight after me and Wally left the house. What did you do?" He stiffens at the accusation, turning his head to face his daughter. She can see the pain in his eyes, her hand taking his own, squeezing it in apology.
"Why are you assuming it's me?" It's hoarse, eyes flashing in anguish. And it hurts both of them; Jesse had never seen him so out of sorts, so lost, and Harry... he hadn't felt this way in years. "I didn't do anything Jesse. I - I don't know what happened."
Her eyes search his own, her shoulders falling as she finds the truth lurking inside the bright blue orbs. "You're right," she sighs. "She's probably realising that in a few days you'll never speak to each other again."
"What do you mean Jesse?" His voice is tense, a wariness in his eyes behind the pain.
"Well the wedding is tomorrow," she says slowly. "And Caitlin is probably assuming that after this she'll be going back to her normal life." A beat, then, "without you." There is a flash of shock, Harry wholly unprepared for the words that came out of her mouth.
"I - ah, I don't know what -" He flounders, unsure of his footing in the conversation, Jesse watching him with sad eyes.
"Come on dad, I wasn't born yesterday. I know you hired Caitlin to be your fake-girlfriend for the wedding." He is stunned silent and so she continues. "You were raving about this girl for weeks dad, about how perfect and intelligent and remarkable she was." Her voice trails off, eyes focussed on the stars above, twinkling in the clear sky. "I haven't seen you like that over anyone but mum, so happy and content." He hears a sniff, sees her move in his peripheral, wiping away her tears. "If you think I wasn't going to check her out and make sure she was just as perfect as you thought, you don't know me at all."
He folds at her words, dropping the act. "I'm sorry Jesse - I just didn't want you to be burdened by your old, lonesome dad. Especially not at your wedding. I thought I was doing the best thing."
"Oh dad," she sighs, her arms going around his neck. He tuns into her embrace, Jesse leaning forward to rest her head on his shoulders. "I know dad, I get it. But I want you to be happy too. Seeing you happy is all I've ever wanted for you." There is a quiver in her voice, the words getting caught in her throat. "And I think I know you enough to know your happiness these few days wasn't faked... and I don't think her's was either." She lifts up her head, eyes red and puffy, make up starting to smudge. But there was an honesty in her eyes that gave him hope in that small moment.
"What do I do Jesse?" She shuffles closer to him, his arm winding around her shoulders, tugging Jesse closer. She tilts her head, resting on his shoulders. It brings back memories of years ago, of when she could do that without the risk of an ache in her neck later on. Of when it was the pair of them against the world. And now she was moving on -
"Tell her dad. Tell her how you feel, how you really feel. Because not knowing, that's the worst."
- if only he could do the same.
Caitlin enters the bedroom, her heels in her left hand, tipsy and content. But the smile playing on her lips dies when she sees the body in bed, Harry on his back. The door to the balcony was left open, a gentle breeze into the room blowing past her, the moonlight illuminating his sleeping frame.
It's weak, she knows it is, but she can't resist the urge. Caitlin leans against the doorframe, her head tilted as she lets herself watches him sleep, a faint smile on her lips. He stirs, scaring her into entering the room, her heart pounding in fear. She tries to act casual, dropping her heels on the ground near the bed, rummaging through her suitcase for a pair of pajamas.
"Snow?" His voice is rough with sleep, confusion tinging his voice. It sends a shiver down her spine.
"I'm here," she replies, moving her clothes around as though she were still looking, as though she hadn't found what she wanted immediately. "I'm just going to go change now, go back to sleep." She slips into the bathroom before he could get a word in, and she prays that he'll have drifted off by the time she emerges. But all her prayers are for nought, for when she leaves the safety of the bathroom she sees him sitting up in the bed, more alert than he was five minutes ago. She vows to not react to his presence, breaking it even as she whispers those words to herself, her heart thumping in her chest, the noise reverberating in her mind. She slides into the bed beside him, conscious of the fact she was well on her side of the bed, not touching him, not even close.
They sit there in silence, ever passing moment grating. "Snow," he says, breaking the quietness, "I don't know what I did, but if you could pretend to be in love with me, just for another day, it'd be much appreciated." The words tear through her heart, the brokenness in his voice, the loss and confusion and desperation to fix what he didn't break.
She moves without realising, cupping his face, thumbs gliding over his cheekbones, relishing in the feeling of his skin under her fingerpads. "Oh Harry." Her voice is thick and she hates it, hates that she's been reduced into a mess. It's when his eyelids flutter closed at her touch, that her actions fully settle, Caitlin retracting her hands, cuddling them against her chest, unwilling to look at his face when she knows that he'll be opening his eyes, gaze scrutinising as he watches her. "I shouldn't have done that." Her voice is wooden. It is cold, an ice shard into his chest. "I'm sorry."
He sighs at her words, turning away from her, resting the back of his head on the headboard. "No don't be," he replies, a resignation in his tone. He turns in the bed, his back toward her as he closes his eyes, willing the day to end. He is at the borderline of consciousness and sleep, crossing over easily, Caitlin's voice echoing in his mind as he takes that final step.
"Okay," she says. "I'll do it."
And she does.
He wakes up the next morning, a warmth blooming in his chest as he awaken, sight blurry as he tries to blink the sleep away. There is a weight against his leg, hair tickling his nose, and his heart leaps before crushing. Harry tries to push her away, to give her the distance she had been determined to maintain after last night. She grumbles against him, pulling herself closer, slaying her legs over his own, her head now firmly on his chest. "Snow," he murmurs quietly, guiltily basking in the moment he was given, the sight of her close one he didn't think he would be granted so soon after last night.
"Five minutes," she mumbles, burying her head further in his chest, a content sigh leaving her as she relaxes against him. Harry stills, unsure what to do. But she doesn't suddenly awaken, jerking from his hold, glaring at him in disgust. Slowly, hesitantly, he relaxes back against the bed, his left hand lightly stroking the curve of her back, drifting up and down. "I can hear you thinking." It's a soft grumble, but it sends shivers down his spine.
"I'm confused, that's all."
With that she lifts her head, resting her chin on the broad planes of his chest while she sleepily eyes him down. "About what?"
"You, this. Everything." He breathes deeply, hand reaching up, curling around the back of her head, hair tangling between his fingers. "I thought you didn't want this." She looks at him to droopy eyes, brows furrowing as she struggles to catch up. "You hated me last night, could barely look at me." The memory leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and it is him that can barely look at her, his left hand fingering his linens, his eyes following the movements.
"You asked me to act like I'm in love," she shrugs. "You pay me, I do what you ask. Mostly." There is a laugh in her voice, a smile on her lips he can barely muster the strength to admire.
He stiffens. "I don't want your fake attitude, not in private." And softly, "Not when you know how I feel about you." There is a flicker of a smile on his lips, self deprecating and full of something she sees in her own once in a while. When he moves to leave the bed she stops him. She has to. He can't leave like this.
"It's not fake." It is mumbled, Caitlin's ice walls cracking under the weight of the moment. "I'm not acting for you." He is watching her, and the intensity of her gaze as she meets his own blurs the world around them, Caitlin the only thing he could properly see. "I was acting for me." At his troubled look she continues, deliberately slow, wanting - needing - him to understand. "I like you Harry. A lot. And I shouldn't, I can't." He feels like he is stuck still by the force of her words, "But you're right, acting like those feelings don't exist isn't helping any of us." She takes a deep breath and it shakes, the deep inhale. He wishes for that luxury, too caught up to have the strength for a breath. "So for today, just today, I won't hide. We can pretend that we don't have to go back to separate lives after this, we can pretend that this relationship is real and you didn't hire me." The smile flickers like a dying light bulb, shining and yet so evidently broken to those who witness it. "We can pretend I'm allowed to actually love you." The words were caught in her throat, but she forces them out.
Bright blue eyes widen at the words, unable to look away from chocolate coloured ones. He wants to say something, to offer a longer, more permanent solution to the problem she feels they face. But he doesn't. He can read the fear lurking in the depths, understands it far too well. So he nods, he smiles at her. "Okay then Snow. Whatever you want." His voice is rough, his hands rubbing up and down her bicep.
She grins at him, properly this time. It is enough to lighten up the room. "So let's try this again." She swings her leg over his waist, straddling him as she leans down. "Morning." Her lips skim over his earlobe, Caitlin pulling back with a smile, a dazzling smile that leaves his heart fluttering inside his chest and his mind blank.
"What?" he teases, lips quirking into a smile. "No good morning kiss?" He pouts at her, pointing to his mouth. She leans down for a kiss, languid and calm, smiling against him as they move against each other. Harry's hands find her thighs, the man using her as an anchor as he lifts himself on his elbows, deepening the kiss as he leans up into her. They pull away reluctantly, Caitlin resting her forehead on his own, nudging him with the tip of her nose.
"How was that?"
His reply is breathless. "Perfect."
They make their way to the mansion where the wedding was taking place, the pair lingering in the car.
They do eventually separate for preparations, Harry stopping her by the doorway, spinning her around to steal a kiss and her breath. She huffs out a laugh, blushing at the way he cupped her face, whispering that he hopes she has a great day.
Harry joins Joe and the other members of the wedding party to prepare, Caitlin helping Jesse and Iris, slipping into their dresses, getting their hair prepared. All the while her phone goes off. It's cute flirty messages, frequently at first, scattered later.
And then there is nothing at all.
It shouldn't worry her - there was a wedding taking place in a few hours. But the frequency wasn't the only thing that had dropped, the warmth in his messages had disappeared as well. And it worries her.
But she pushes it down, pushes it away, plastering a smile on her face, cooing over how beautiful Jesse looks and how stunning Iris was as the maid-of-honor. The make up artist turns to Caitlin, preparing the correct palette for her complexion. So distracted by their conversations while waiting, no one noticed the knocking on the door nor the fact it swung open.
"Can we steal Caitlin for a bit?" They jump in surprise, turning to Cisco who's head had popped through the door. "It's kinda an emergency."
They all turn to the bride, a soft smile on Jesse's lips, unable to hide the sadness at the request. "Yeah, go on." Caitlin doesn't move for a moment, brows furrowing as she watches Jesse, footsteps slow as she turns back to watch her, only moving properly when she nods in support.
Cisco grabs her hand, pulling her along as they wind through hallways, Caitlin stumbling initially as the jerk movements. "What's going on? Did Harry stab Wally? Do I need to stem the bleeding?" But her attempts at humour fall flat, Cisco's lips in a pursed lime.
"He just might."
"What?!" she exclaims, eyes wide as she turns away from the path in front of her to stare at Cisco, mouth agape.
"Okay, it's likely he won't." Cisco concedes, the look of worry not erasing from her expression at the words. They stop in front of the door, Cisco opening and pushing her in before him, cowering behind her as though she were a shield. She turns around immediately, frowning at his actions. "Harry, look - Caitlin." She stares at him for a moment longer, before standing straight, looking around the room, her gaze landing on Harry.
He looks agitated, but underneath that she can see his fear, his anxiety. "Cisco," she murmurs quietly, gaze never leaving Harry. "Leave us for a bit." He doesn't hesitate, bolting out the door, words of thanks muffled by the wood between them. They stand there for some time, watching each other, not moving. She can see the agitation rolling off of him in waves, can see it in the pursed lips, in the creases in his forehead. It hurts. "It's going to be okay Harry," she says lowly, softly.
"I'm losing her," he whispers brokenly, voice cracking. "I'm losing Jesse and I don't know what I'm going to do without her."
Loss permeates his words, his tone. It strikes into her heart, the muscle aching for him, beating hard inside her chest.
"Hey, hey," she soothes. She is beside him, his face cradled in her palms, thumbs stroking his cheeks. The weight against her hands increases, Harry leaning into her touch. "You're not losing her. You're gaining a son now." His eyes are piercing, cutting through to her heart. And she wants to get rid of the disbelief in his gaze. "No person in this world can replace you Harrison Wells. Especially not to Jesse," she laughs. "Half the time she looks at you as though you hung the moon, and the other half you're doing that to her."
It elicits a weak smile. She counts it as a win.
"I thought we talked about this," she says. "There was a dinner, we kissed. Remember that day?"
"Yeah. That was before I realised she would be buying a house with him on the other side of town instead of just renting their old place."
She frowns in confusion. "Harry, you live in another city completely. It's almost like a different world."
"I know," he says. "I know, but there is a difference between knowing something up here" he says tapping his head, "and accepting it in here," he adds tapping his chest. "I know Jesse's a grown woman and I love her, but she'd my baby girl Snow."
She takes a step toward, head tilted up to meet his eyes. "What do you need?"
He sighs. "Time, Snow. I need time. I just panicked when Wally told me and Cisco overreacted."
"Okay, that's fine. Well, what do you want me to do?" She asks it so simply, her expression so open. The kiss wasn't expected, but it was welcome all the same. He tugs her, hold her tightly. And she's content to let him set the pace, Caitlin losing herself in the moment, quiet moans against his lips as he works out his pent up emotion. "We need to stop," she says between ragged breaths, the words a struggle. He flinches in response, and before she realises she is pulling him back to herself, kissing him once more, stealing the breath from his lungs, all thoughts from his mind. "I meant," she murmurs between kisses, "we should stop before Cisco comes barging in so I can do my makeup." She reaches his earlobe, tugging it between her teeth. "I don't think it'd be appropriate to be making out like horny teenagers when your daughter is getting married in a few hours."
He lets go reluctantly, a smile on his lips as she leans forward to steal a quick kiss before she dashes out the door, Cisco entering with a wary look on his face. "You okay now?" And Harry can see the concern lurking in his gaze.
"Yeah," he responds, the taste of Caitlin on his tongue, the thought of her on his mind. "I'm okay Ramon."
And he wasn't lying.
The wedding goes through without any further incidents. Harry cries seeing Jesse in white, cries walking her down the aisle. It hurts as they reach the end, Harry letting go of her hand, a kiss on her forehead as he wishes them the best. But he isn't losing her, he reminds himself, she would always be a part of his life. And it doesn't hurt as much as he expects.
He doesn't expect to cry as they exchange vows, but watching them profess undying love for one another, watching them slip and stumble in their speeches as their tears interrupt them, watching them slide on their wedding bands - he can't help the tears. Nor can he help turning his head, Caitlin in the front row, wiping away her own tears as she watches them. She's beautiful and he can't help but smile at her when she turns to meet his gaze.
They both turn to the couple in the centre, however, when the pastor announces that the couple were now husband and wife, Wally finally kissing his bride.
It is a rush between the ending of the ceremony and the reception, the wedding party being rushed outside for photographs, Harry going to check that the hall was prepared for the reception that was to happen in a few hours. So busy with the preparations he doesn't see Caitlin or Jesse, not until the small crowd starts to move in the room. Everything starts moving, the bride and groom entering, the food starting to be served. He seems anxious and Caitlin rests a comforting hand on his knee, squeezing it in support.
He takes a deep breath before standing, fork tapping against his glass, and the hall goes quiet, every one turning their gaze towards the bride's father. "Hi, well, you all witnessed my daughter here marry the love of her life, and it is custom on this earth for the father to give a speech at the reception so-" He pauses, fiddling with the paper in his hand. "Love is a wonderful, heart wrenching thing. It can build you up in the best of ways and can break you until you're a husk of who you were before." He doesn't see the alarmed look on Caitlin's face nor the surprised one on Jesse's. He clings to his paper and continues. "It is a force of nature that science can't yet explain and here it is - between you both." He sighs, looking at the couple. "You both are some of the finest people I've had the pleasure of meeting, and I wish you nothing but the best and I hope you enjoy the highest of highs without the lows crushing you. You deserve everything." He looks down, stealing a glance at Caitlin from the corner of his eyes. And he may tilt his head slightly, may let his gaze linger. "Love is a beautiful thing, don't let it slip through your fingers."
And if he was directing that at himself and not the happy couple, no one was the wiser.
They applaud as he sits down, the party relaxing and enjoying themselves. Music plays as they eat and talk, a few brave couples wandering into the centre, dancing with each other after Jesse and Wally share their first dance as a married couple. It sounds beautiful, looks even more magnificent and he finds his gaze focussing on the happiness on the faces of the dancers more often than not.
And it inspires him.
"May I have this dance?" he asks, standing up and bowing before Caitlin, hand outstretched. She takes it without hesitation, even though her hand shakes, even though her heart screams no. The dance is nice, slow. Intimate. He pulls her close, Caitlin sliding against him, her chin resting on his shoulder, Harry placing a hand on her waist, keeping her close. And they are hand in hand, swaying to the music, to the beat of their hearts. And it is nice, it is more than merely nice. It is perfection. Time is a blur, reality centring in on this moment, on their touch, their love. The floor thins as couples go to leave, but they remain, too swept up to care, afraid of what will be when the night ends. But soon her movements become sluggish, her eyelids heavy.
He suppresses a chuckle the first time she stumbles, Caitlin blushing red at the mistake, apologising against his suit, the words muffled. He whispers that it is okay, Harry turning his face into her hair, brushes it against her skin. But then it happens once more, her apology slurred as she pulls away, eyes glazed.
"I think it's time we were off." She doesn't protest his words, not when she is so utterly exhausted. And so they find Jesse and Wally, wishing them a wonderful honeymoon, the limousine coming to pick them up for the airport in a few hours.
And they go home.
He leads her up the stairs, Caitlin leaning on his body as they move slowly towards the bedroom.
"Snow," he starts and she flinches, much more awake than before. He sees it, sees her change. But he chooses to plough ahead, knowing he may never get another chance. "Snow I want this arrangement -" he waves a hand between them as though there were anything else he could be referring to. "- I want it to continue after tonight. After we get home."
She stiffens. "No." It's a hoarse whisper, Caitlin staggering away from him. "Please no."
"Snow," he says. "Caitlin," he amends. "What's wrong?"
"You - you think you're the first person to develop feelings for me, the first client to want to see me after this is all done?" He sees panic flare in her eyes and he hates it, hates the bastard who did this to her, hates that she's so afraid. "I've tried this before Harry, continuing with ex-clients." She stifles a gasp and his hand ache, desperate to hold her against him. It is painful watching her, Caitlin trembling like a leaf, arms circling her stomach, trying to hold herself together. "It doesn't work - this, doesn't work."
Her eyes shine with unshed tears. But there is more,
he can see her fear.
"What did he do you Caitlin?" There is barely restrained anger in his voice and he winces as it echoes in their room. Overriding it all however, was concern. The step forward was instinctual, wanting to comfort her, needing to.
"He hurt me." It is a quiet whisper, but it echoes loudly in his mind, over and over until it is the only thing he can think about. She curls into herself, rubbing her arms, looking away. "He was a scientist like me, and he was so sweet on the phone, and so awkward," she laughs wetly, wiping away a few stray tears. "He was sweeter in real life so we continued the relationship after the weekend was over and I fell in love." She shrugs so helplessly it tears at his heart. "And he loved me back, but he was so -" she struggles. "Obsessive. Loved me, only wanted me. He hated that I worked with other people - men - hated that I still continued to be people's fake dates even though I was drowning in debts and refused to kiss or share a room with any of the clients." The shaking of her body scares him but she's still holding herself away from him, afraid to seek comfort in his embrace. "It was scaring me and I tried to break it off but he wouldn't accept it. He - wouldn't - accept - it." And it's the hyperventilating between each word that twists the knife in his heart.
"You know I'd never do that to you Snow." He doesn't mean for the words to come out, but they do so anyway, and she looks up to him, eyes wet and chin trembling. "I'd never force you to do anything. I'm just - we're -" He flounders for words and he hates that his brain is failing him now of all times.
She sniffles, blinking hard, trying to hold back the tears. "I have a retraining order out against him. There are a nights where I think I can see him standing at the foot of my bed." He sighs her name more than speaking it, a soft 'Caitlin' on his lips, the way his eyes shine in sympathy, in adoration of the broken, strong woman before him. "I don't know if I'm strong enough to go through that again."
"You won't." It is fierce, eyes flashing bright blue as he looks her in the eyes. "I swear Caitlin I would never do that to you. Not in a million years." He falters. "You - you know that right?"
She nods at him, slightly at first, harder as the tears start streaming down, Caitlin moving towards him, colliding with his chest as she takes heaving sobs. He wraps his arms around her body, so small, so fragile, his chin resting on top of her head as she shakes in his arms. It goes on for seconds, minutes, lifetimes, the pair of them standing there in a room all alone, with only each other to cling to and hold.
She pulls away from him, taking in the tear tracks on his own face, Caitlin moving instinctively, slender fingers wiping away the marks left on his face. And she keeps them there, Harry still watching her, always watching her. She strokes the sides of his face with her thumbs, fingers dancing across the outline of his face. They're having a moment, she is sure of it. The room is charged, crackling with electricity and she feels so light, so free after unburdening her heart. And he's still looking at her unwavering, with that damn look in his eyes that makes her heart leap and her mind fuzzy. And so she moves, holding his face still as she brushes her lips against his once, twice and oh, she thinks, she's crying again. Harry kisses her so delicately, as though she would break at any second, and it's his softness that breaks down her walls.
"Why?" she says after a while, her lips still burning but heart calming down. "Why me?"
"Because apparently I only ever look alive whenever you're with me." She tilts her head toward him, confused. "I thought my life would be work and Jesse - but then you come waltzing in and suddenly I want there to be more. I want there to be you."
She sucks on her bottom lip and he's not sure whether to take that as a good sign or a bad one. "Maybe," she relents. "When this is all done, maybe I'll go out for a coffee with you, a few dates. No funny business." She blushes, memories of his hands on her body flashing through her mind, and she's sure he'd smirk in response if he wasn't so frightened of scaring her off. "We need to do this - us - properly."
"Us," he echoes, wonderment in his voice, eyes bright. She nods bashfully, smiling as he moves to cup her face, whispering the words against her lips as he kisses her once more.
They sleep apart. Him in his own bed, her in the abandoned room Jesse had been in the night before, Caitlin moving all her things into it that night. But lying in the bed does nothing to help him, to help him rest that night. He thinks she's running away from them, from him, despite what she had said about there being a possibility in the future. It drives him to the point of distraction, this uncertainty gnawing at his mind, his heart. Was she serious? Was she just saying whatever was necessary to placate him through the night. He twists and turns, he kicks and growls to himself - from the moment he lay his head down onto the pillow until the moment the first rays of dawn slip through the cracks in his shades. And then for a few hours more, too afraid to know what would happen when he awakens.
Harry does eventually meander downstairs, his stomach grumbling. There are no dirty dishes in the sink, none hanging in the rack.
Breakfast is fast to make and slow to deliver, Harry hovering by the closed bedroom door Caitlin had slept behind.
He knocks on the door. There is no reply. He calls her name. There is no reply.
He enters the room.
It's empty.
There is a letter resting on the bed, no luggage in the corner.
She had gone.
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.
.
It has been months since the wedding, months since she last saw Harry.
Months since she touched him, kissed him.
It's strange adjusting back into her life, working with Tina as though her break away from work hadn't shifted her world off of its axis.
She is called into the office, Caitlin's eyebrows knitting in confusion as she makes her way there, unsure why she was being summoned.
But she swings the door open,
and she knows.
Harry.
He is there, watching her, eyes flaring as he catches sight of her, raking over her body before returning to her face. Tina is watching her, talking to her, and she blushes as she belatedly realises a question was asked.
"I'm sorry, what?" She turns her head toward her boss, ignoring his presence. Ignoring the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She pushes the sleeves of her lab coat up, needing to be diong something other than focussing on him. She hears the soft groan.
Tina is watching her, head cocked to the side, a confused look on her face. Caitlin's knows it's her, knows that her behaviour is confusing her boss. "As I was saying," and Caitlin has the decency to look abashed. "This is Doctor Harrison Wells, he is a very good friend of mine." Caitlin forces herself to meet his gaze, a curt nod in his direction before turning quickly to Tina. "He's working on a project in STAR Labs that requires a bio-engineer and, instead of hiring his own, he wants to borrow one of my brightest minds." There is a pause, and Caitlin can already hear the next words before they are spoken, can feel the ghost of Harry tracing them on her skin. "He wants you."
"Oh."
It's all she can muster at that moment.
She's not quite sure when she went from standing beside the chair to sitting upon it, but she finds herself looking up at them both.
"Are - are you okay with this?" It's the first thing Harry says since Caitlin enters, eyebrows knitting together as he takes in her reaction. Or lack thereof.
She looks at Tina. It's the only thing she can handle. "Are you transferring me there permanently?" And she is amazed her voice is steady, even if she is certain that her eyes are expressing the panic she is trying to hide.
"I'm not trying to get rid of you Caitlin," and she feels relief, shoulders slumping, relieving the tension that she was holding. There is a flicker of a smile on her lips, small but genuine. "Harrison is going to have to pry you from my clutches if he thinks I'll let you go to him permanently. It's only for a short while -"
"Unless of course, Doctor Snow, you want to move to STAR Labs, then that is more than possible to organise." There is a smile in his voice, a twinkling in his eyes as she turns her head to look at him. She tries to stifle her laugh but she fails and in that instant all the lingering tension disappears.
"Harrison, if you want her you need to stop trying to convince her to leave." The sterns words were said with an undercurrent of amusement, Harry pausing mid-breath, huffing out a laugh as he nods in concession.
"Okay fine, you win." He holds his hands out in surrender and everything is surreal to Caitlin. Harry, Tina. The job.
"Do I leave now or..." She flushes, hoping she doesn't sound too eager to join him. She is simply curious. That is it. It has nothing to do with any desire to spend time with him, none whatsoever. But she stills, the realisation that she wouldn't be working with her colleagues everyday striking her. It would be a new team, new people. It scares her.
"Oh no, there are a few more details to smooth out and you are in the middle of some important research. Can't lose you before that's complete." Tina smiles, leaning closer to her. "Anyway, Eliza would have my head if you left without saying goodbye."
Caitlin stands at that, ready to thank them both for the opportunity when Harry interrupts. "Actually, would I be able to steal Caitlin for a coffee break, see if she has any questions, any concerns?"
Tina nods, turning to Caitlin. "Only if you want to of course."
"Yeah," Caitlin forces out. "That sounds great."
"Did you invent a position so that I would spend time with you?"
She waits for them to be seated in the bistro, coffees in hand, before she narrows her gaze at him. "What?" he sputters. "Why would you even suggest that?" Caitlin arches an eyebrow in response. "Okay fine," he concedes, "I may have been influenced in my decision making."
"I don't want a fake job Harry," she sighs. "I love my work, I love working. And if this is your way to get us together we should go tell Tina that I'm not suitable for the position." She seems so disappointed at the idea of him faking a position so that they could spend time together, and it only succeeds in making his heart race faster.
"It is a real position though." He smiles at her. "I have a contract with the government on how we could enhance our military divisions, ways we can give ordinary humans superhuman abilities, meta-humans, if you will." He shrugs, "there also may be some animal experimentation." At her look he expands with "how am I supposed to save you from a telepathic gorilla who loves you if one doesn't already exist?" A snort of laughter leaves Caitlin, her shoulders falling as she relaxes. "I really do need a bio-engineer and given your background in chemistry and that you are an accredited physician, you are perfect -" His breath hitches. "For the position."
"Well okay then," she says at last, eyes bouncing in excitement. "Sign me up."
He sighs, it is deep and heavy and holds the weight of the world. "But are you okay with this? Working with me?" He can't meet her gaze, looking down at the table instead. They both watch his hand inch closer to her own, hesitant and fearful of her reaction. He stops millimetres away, so close that their hairs could touch. And it is Caitlin who makes the final move, covering his hand with her own, squeezing it. The contact sends his heart into overdrive, beating hard inside his chest. The temptation to lean forward and kiss her is agonisingly real, the temptation to get up off of his chair, to cup her head in his hands and tug her against him. He imagines doing it, imagines the way she'd taste, the way she'd feel, the noises she would make.
But then she smiles at him, and that's more than perfect for him.
He caves, lifting her hand to his face, pressing a soft kiss against the inside of her wrist. It sends her blushing, Caitlin tugging her hand away, fiddling with the cup of coffee before her. "I just have one question," he starts. Her head jerks up slightly, meeting his eyes as she silently urges him on. "Why did you leave all the money I'd given you. That's a week's worth of wages Snow."
She looks bashful, Caitlin drinking her coffee to buy her some time to compose herself. "I couldn't accept it."
He frowns at her words. "But you earnt it Snow."
Caitlin shakes her head, placing her cup of coffee on the side to take his hand in both of hers. "You paid me to pretend to have feelings for you Harry, and I failed. I don't think I pretended once." A smile stretches across his face, tugging at the corner of his lips, crinkles forming in the corner of his eyes. He looks young again, looks happy.
"You should still take something for your time," he presses, but she cuts him off with a wicked smile.
"Oh I did." She winks at him. "I've still got that dress."