A/N: I am very pleased to see you guys liked the previous chapter :) Thanks again and again for the support! Your feedbacks keeps me writing :) Anyway, here's a well deserved fluffy Snowbarry chapter just for you! Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 18. Teenage Dream

"You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down"

"Teenage Dream – Katy Perry"

Unlike most of the past year's mornings, Caitlin woke up with a perfect feeling of contentment and peace. She wasn't brought out of slumber because of a nightmare or even because a disturbing feeling of anxiousness. For once, she woke up completely rested – though she knew she hadn't reached the 7 recommended hours of sleep, far from it – but she still felt extremely good. She stretched her limbs lazily and her arm was met with a hard and warm surface. That's when a beaming smile appeared on her lips.

Caitlin turned to her side and glanced at the sleeping form next to her. He was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his bare chest as the cover was scattered over his waist and legs. His features were soft and relaxed as if nothing could ever disturb him. Butterflies came to life in her belly as she savoured the glorious feeling of waking up next to him again. Very carefully, she shifted closer to him, letting her hand wander on his chest with feather-like touches. She rested her head just above his heart, taking the time to check the regularity of its beating. The sound was so soothing she could very well see herself falling back to sleep.

But then Caitlin decided that applying her lips on his chest just above his heart seemed like a much better idea to spend her time. She felt him stir as she kissed him lightly and she looked up at his face to see his closed eyes and his lips curling up into a smile. His eyes fluttered open as she continued applying soft kisses on his chest.

"Good morning." She whispered as he glanced down at her.

Barry's lips stretched themselves into a lazy smile. "It is a very good morning, indeed." He sighed, letting the arm, which had been over his head, fall to her back, his fingers instantly running against her naked skin.

"Yes it is." Caitlin agreed in a murmur before pushing herself up to kiss him on the lips. He instantly raised a hand to her hair and pressed her closer to him, earning him a deep moan from the back of her throat.

When she pulled back, his eyes fluttered open again and she got lost in his green sea.

For a short moment Caitlin felt liked she had jumped back in time. She had a hard time believing she was actually there, with him, right now, in his arms. Like the last 10 years hadn't happened. Like they had just graduated from high school and had the whole world outside Ryker Neve to discover. Like nothing could tear them apart.

But it wasn't the case. They had lived those 10 years. They had suffered through painful months, years even. They had seen part of the world they weren't sure they wanted to see. They had grown up. They had found out how fragile life could be.

But one thing was for sure: they were together again. And that reinforced the thought that nothing could truly tear them apart. They had lost each other for some time but had found their way back. And they now also knew how important it was to savour every minute you have with someone you really care about.

In silence, Caitlin shifted to lay her head back down on his chest and she let her fingers draw random patterns on his skin. She felt him shiver slightly and grinned in satisfaction, knowing the temperature of the room was absolutely not the cause. She just pulled herself closer to him.

They didn't talk for a moment, they didn't need to. They just savoured the presence of the other as if taking in what it all actually meant.

Barry was the one to break the silence first, his voice sliding down his tongue in a soft melody. "I'm actually surprised I didn't wake up alone in bed." He wanted his voice to be light and cheerful, but Caitlin knew him well enough to decipher the hint of worry hiding around the edges.

"What?" Caitlin frowned and pushed her head off his chest. "Why would you think that?" She inquired, kind of offended he would expect her to disappear on him.

Barry managed to shrug even if he was lying down. "Well I was kind of expecting you to freak out and run first thing in the morning." He explained, his eyes not quite meeting hers anymore, dreading that him voicing his thoughts would trigger her fear.

She gaped at him and her eyes went round, making him instantly regret opening his mouth. What if him saying those words made her realise she really should be freaking out?

"Not that I'm complaining… far from it… I'm not… no complains here… not one…" He stuttered awkwardly, trying to save himself from his loose tongue.

"First of all," she answered very seriously, "I wouldn't do that, not to you. Second of all, this is my room, mister. I would've kicked you out." She added as she arched one eyebrow. If she had been standing, she would have put her hands on her hips to enhance her snarky comment.

Barry chuckled, liberating a puff of air, relieved by her reaction. "Yeah, you would have."

She playfully stuck her tongue out before grinning like a kid. The cheerful expression was soon pushed away by two furrowed brows. "Then why were you expecting me to flee?" Caitlin inquired.

"I know you get easily scared these days, especially when things are getting serious," he shrugged again, "and it's not an accusation, you've got very good reasons." He met her eyes for a second and she nodded, waiting for him to continue. "This isn't a one-night stand, Cait. It's a big deal and I… I was afraid you'd freak out on me." He paused for a moment and then, as something seemed to dawn on him, his eyes turned worried as he looked into hers. "It isn't, right?"

"Uh? What isn't?" She looked unsure.

"A one night stand. This." Barry motioned between both of them with his hand. "It's more than a one time thing, right?"

A sweet smile appeared on her lips at his worried and endearing behaviour. She pushed herself up so that his face was mere centimetres away from hers. "Of course it isn't." She murmured softly before kissing him intensely and all thoughts of conversations flew out of his brain. Why would they be loosing their time talking when they could do this? They were running on limited time, they had to enjoy every second of it, right? She pulled away a few moments later to catch her breath, giving his mind time to clear up a bit.

Right. Talking. The key to a winning relationship. Was that what they were? In a relationship?

Too many thoughts were fighting each other in his brain and Barry was convinced it would soon explode.

"It's way more than that, Barry." She explained in a soothing voice, making everything in his head shut up. "And I understand why you thought I would freak out, I'm actually surprised I didn't. Because that's what I've been doing with you ever since I came back and maybe even before that." Caitlin sighed, seemingly lost somewhere in her mind and he waited in silence, not wanting to disturb her. "But this feels so right," she continued with a firmer voice, "that I couldn't run away even if I wanted to. I know the circumstances are complicated and we don't really know where we're going with this or if we're even going anywhere… But right now, I just want to enjoy being with you and, as you said last night, we'll deal with what'll be next when the time comes."

All trace of worry had disappeared from Barry's face, replaced by a beaming smile, almost blinding her. "You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that." He whispered, his fingers running from her lower back to her shoulder to then bury themselves in her hair, leaning her head against his. "And last night was amazing."

"It was perfect." Caitlin mumbled against his lips before kissing him deeply, creating a groan at the back of his throat.

Barry smirked at her when she pulled away. "Yes it was." He agreed, nuzzling her cheek.

Memories of the previous night popped up in her mind and Caitlin had to bite down on her lower lip to try to contain the blush that was threatening to appear on her face. "You learned some new moves." She said with lips slightly curled up in a shy smile.

Barry looked at her curiously and rose one eyebrow "I did, didn't I?" He replied smugly.

Caitlin flushed, unable to keep the red colouring of her cheeks away anymore. "Uh-huh." She nodded while burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I don't want to know where you learned them, but I'm glad you did." She mumbled against his skin.

Barry chuckled at her flustered state. "Just to be sure, which moves are we talking about?" He teased. "The time I did that thing with my…"

She instantly looked up and swatted him on the chest with the back of her hand to shut him up. "Oh shush!"

His laughter just grew stronger. "Oh don't act so innocent. You learned some new particularly nice moves yourself." He informed her with bouncing eyebrows and a wide smile.

"Would you just shut up, please?" She demanded bashfully.

His grip on her tightened as he brought her lips back on his, changing their positions in the process, putting himself on top of her. He playfully nipped at the skin of her neck, making her giggle in the process.

"Barry!" She squealed once he pushed himself closer to her, leaving not doubts about his intentions. "I thought you had enough of that last night."

"One night is far from enough for me." He groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "We've got years to catch up!"

A new giggle escaped her lips as the stubble on his jaw tickled her skin, while sending shiver along her spine at the same time.

Who was she to deny him anything? Especially when he was doing that thing with his hips.

"So what do you want to do today?"

"Hum… I don't know… staying in bed the whole day seems like a really good idea, don't you think?"

"Oh you really don't have to ask me twice about it! If I could, that's how I'd spend every single day of my life."

Caitlin blushed at his word as a giggle tumbled down her lips. They were still catching their breath from their last round and she couldn't bring herself to feel outraged by the thought of spending the day in bed. She actually really wanted to do that – which was unusual for someone like her.

She glanced up at him as he leaned over her again to rest his forehead against hers. She had missed this, simple moments of sweetness with Barry Allen. Feeling his soft skin against hers was like finding part of herself again. Like she had left something with him the day she had left Ryker Neve and she was realising now that she should have taken him with her. But Caitlin was still a bit confused about what it all meant for her, for him, for them.

Complicated thoughts flew out of her mind when she felt the soft press of Barry's lips against her own. She instantly replied with passion, threading her fingers through his messy hair. She couldn't get enough of this.

She didn't know what it all meant, but she surely hoped they could keep doing this for a very long time.

Barry's finger where running down on her stomach when it started to rumble. The young man instantly cracked up and stopped his ministrations, to Caitlin's displeasure.

"Why did you stop?" She whimpered slightly. His fingers always felt like heaven against her skin and she wondered what she had done to endure the punishment of him stopping.

Barry's chuckle intensified. "Because you, my dear, are hungry. And I'm sure that you're also craving that daily caffeine dose of yours. We can come back to bed later." He noted, letting his eyebrows playfully bounce on his forehead.

Caitlin's eyes snapped opened. "Coffee..." She moaned, in a similar manner she had done the whole nigh long, making Barry burst out a laugh.

"Well, it didn't take you long to replace me, I see." He nudged her with a grin on his lips before pushing himself off her. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Caitlin propped herself on her elbows as she watched him wander around her room. She found it somehow very attractive to see him working around her room like it was his own. She watched him put on his boxers and pants before grabbing his shirt – the shirt she had stolen from him actually.

He was about to put it on when Caitlin called out to him. "Wait! Can I wear it?"

He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. "And what am I supposed to wear?" He asked confused, but threw the T-shirt in her direction anyway.

"Oh you look just fine to me like that." She commented with a smirk, her lower lip slightly trapped between her teeth, a sneaky grin hovering over her features.

He shook his head and helped her out of the bed once she was wearing his red shirt and a pair of underwear. "Well…" He drawled out, resting his hands on her hips and bringing her closer to him. "If I don't get to wear a shirt, you don't get to wear pants."

She rolled her eyes and playfully pushed him towards the door of her room to head downstairs, but he didn't miss the light red colouring of her cheeks that his comment had created.

And the fact that she didn't put any pants on didn't skip his attention either.

This was way too much fun.

As soon as they reached the kitchen, Caitlin made a beeline towards the coffee machine, stars in her eyes and a mischievous grin floating on her lips. Barry had to roll his eyes while releasing a slight chuckle at the same time. Her unconditional love for coffee was something he had never tried to understand.

She was quite a sight for sore eyes. Dishevelled hair, dreamy eyes, smiling lips, his rumpled shirt covering her chest, the lack of pants leaving her legs going on for days and ending on naked feet playing with each other.

He blinked a few times, expecting to wake up from a very nice dream at any moment.

He knew it was all really happening when she looked up at him, a frown appearing on her face while her lower lip got trapped between her teeth.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have the mark of the pillow on my face or something?" She asked while self-consciously rubbing her cheek.

Barry shook himself out of his daze and closed his gaping mouth before swallowing hard. "No, not at all..." He croaked. "You look just... Really nice."

Caitlin blushed instantly and rolled her eyes. "Oh shush. Now come over here." She said. "What do you want for breakfast?" She asked to change the subject.

"Well I make killer pancakes, if you want..." Barry suggested as he made his way towards her.

Caitlin frowned and hopped on the counter, right next to the coffee machine, making sure to keep an eye on it. "Oh no! I do remember your skills when it comes to cooking and there's no way you're coming close to the pans." She warned, shaking her head at him.

"For real? That was one time!" Barry squealed, almost offended. But the huge grin stretching his lips told a different story. "No but seriously, I'm a wizard when it comes to pancakes. You're going to love them, I promise. And they're just going to be slightly burned." He joked.

Caitlin playfully swatted him on the chest before giving him a small nod. "Okay fine. But this is your last change, Mr Allen. If something explodes, you're never setting a single foot in my kitchen again."

"Deal. Now, step aside Dr Snow, let me work my magic." He said.

A secret smile settled on Caitlin's face as she watched him go around the kitchen to find the right ustensils to make the perfect pancake batter. She took pleasure in watching him rummage through the drawers and cupboards to find what he needed.

While he began working on it, Caitlin poured herself a cup of coffee and hummed in contentment at the first gulp. A few moments later, the cup was forgotten as her eyes had been drawn by the way his arms moved while he mixed his batter. Barry seemed to notice her lack of movement and raised an amused eyebrow when he saw the way she ogled him.

"What has you got all flustered, Dr Snow?" He teased, bringing her out of her mind wandering.

She cleared her throat and looked sheepishly back to his face. "I find the way your biceps and triceps move… very… Intriguing… It's fascinating… I mean, genetically speaking… Because I'm a geneticist, of course. " She rambled for a while, finishing on a cute little pout when she realised she was only digging herself deeper into a hole.

Barry laughed, leaving the batter alone to place himself standing between Caitlin's legs. "Do you now?" He asked in a very husky voice as his hands went to rest on her hips.

Caitlin slowly nodded, pupils blown up. All of a sudden, swallowing seemed like the hardest thing to do in the world. A bare-chested Barry quickly made the top of her favourite-things-in-the-world list – not that it was far down before.

His hands slowly travelled up her sides to finally cup her cheeks while she circled her legs around his waist and brought him closer to her, her hands playing on his chest.

"Thank god making pancakes doesn't show off your abs more than naturally." Caitlin mumbled as her eyes couldn't seem to settle on a single feature of the young man, preferring to travel all over him. "Or I'd be unable to make one single coherent thought."

A chuckle made Barry's chest rumble. "That's already more than what I'm able to do in front of a bare-legged Caitlin." He whispered before kissing her.

Her eyes instantly fluttered shut as she replied with all she had, letting her hands appreciate his back, his abs, his hair, his face and basically everything within reach. On his side, it was practically the same, hands wandering from her hair to the shirt she was wearing until one ended up on her skin under it.

"I see you kids had fun last night."

Caitlin instantly pushed a dazed Barry away, hopped down the kitchen counter, smoothed her shirt back in place and hid behind Barry as he turned around to see who had just interrupted their moment of bliss. A nice shade of red crept up his cheeks and his arms instantly crossed over his naked chest as he saw a beaming Evelyn at the kitchen's entrance.

"Oh don't mind me, I'm leaving. Go on." Evelyn cheered knowingly. "Oh and Caitlin, I'm your mother, there's no need for you to hide from me. It's not like I've never seen you without any pants on." She added in direction of her daughter that was still hiding behind Barry. "Have fun! And be safe!" Evelyn called out before leaving.

Caitlin squealed in embarrassment as she let her forehead rest between his shoulder blades and her hands clutched at his waist to keep him in place.

"Wait," Barry frowned, somewhat confused by what had just happened, his arms uncrossing, "when did the Evelyn who used to give me the death glare every time I would dare to take your hand in mine – when we were still in high school – get abducted by aliens and been replaced by this all-smiley Evelyn that encourages us to have sex?"

"Oh my god…" Caitlin whimpered, her cheeks hot and beet red. "How do we always manage to get ourselves in awkward situations like this? Dug my grave and bury me in it right now, please. I don't think I've ever been that embarrassed in my whole life. And I'll probably never live that one down."

A low chuckle made his body tremble against her. "It could've been worse… five minutes later and I'm sure she would've seen something she never would've wanted to see."

Caitlin swatted him playfully before resting her hands to the small of his back. "How could I forget that we were in my mother's home and that she was probably here?" She berated herself. "What on earth could distract me enough to forget that crucial detail?"

Barry turned around so fast that she hadn't time to pull away before her head fell against his chest instead of his back where it had been a few seconds ago, and her hands fell to the lower side of his belly. Her eyes widened as they travelled along the lines of his abs and her breath caught in her throat as she felt the regular sound of his thumping heart against his chest.

"Oh right… abs…" Caitlin murmured, suddenly very aware of what had been distracting her, her hands slowly drawing the lines of his abs in appreciation.

A clear laugh escaped Barry's lips. "Come on, let's go back to making pancakes." He said, before putting both hands on her shoulders to turn her around and guide her back to the kitchen counter.

Together, they cooked and ate a little too many pancakes while joking around in her mother's kitchen, not a care in the world, exchanging kisses and hugs from time to time, teasing each other quite often and simply enjoying each other. They didn't talk about serious things. They didn't mention the fact their bubble was living on borrowed time. And maybe that's why they didn't want to talk about it, maybe that's the reason why they managed to be together right now without worries about rushing things, without overthinking their action. They simply had to enjoy the small amount of time they had together.

Barry was in heaven for being able to be with her like this again and having her share herself with him without pushing him away. While Caitlin was more than happy to have this with him, she also knew that, if she needed it, she would have an escape route at the end of those two weeks. Though, right now, she really didn't think she wanted out of this. Far from it in fact.

"Okay," Barry breathed out after a huge fit of laughter Caitlin and he shared for a few minutes for some ridiculous science joke Barry had said. They had just finished cleaning up their breakfast. "I know I said spending the whole day in bed was a good idea, but I should probably go home, take a shower, change… my clothes are still a bit clammy because of yesterday's rain… I should also shave…"

"Don't!" Caitlin cut him off.

Barry frowned at her, surprised by the urgency he heard in her voice. "What? Why? I'd kill to change pants right now…" He complained as he put the button down shirt that had gotten drenched the evening before.

"No, that's not what I'm talking about…" The young doctor blushed furiously. "Don't shave." She whispered, her eyes falling to the ground.

He felt his heart beat crazily against his chest and he chuckled at how cute she looked when she was embarrassed. "Oh and why shouldn't I do that?" He teased.

Caitlin bit her lower lip as she looked back up at his face. "I kind of like your stubble." She murmured shyly. "It's kind of sexy."

"Well that's good to know." He grinned wildly before sending her a wink. "I'll see what I can do about that."

She crossed her arms on her chest and let a pout take place on her face. "Well there's no need to be smug about it."

"I'll be smug as much as I want, because my girl likes my stubble." Barry gloated some more, His eyebrows proudly bouncing.

She rolled her eyes but felt her heart miss a beat nonetheless at the sound of him calling her his girl. As always, not being able to accept a single compliment, Caitlin playfully pushed him towards the front door. "Get out of here, you goof. And you better call me later!"

"I promise I will." His smile widened itself before he bowed down to drop a sweet kiss on her lips. "See you later, snowflake."

With one last wink, he left the house and Caitlin stayed still, a goofy grin on her lips, a hand hovering over her heated cheek and stars in her eyes. Her heart seemed to be tripping on stairs, beating haphazardly in her chest.

"See you later, Barry." She whispered to herself, those words suddenly sounding like the best thing in the world.