Conclusion

[Next Morning—Cisco's Apartment]

The sun streamed warmly through the closed blinds on that morning. A residual coolness lingered in the air making for pleasant sleeping conditions in the third floor flat….

…that and the company therein….

Cisco opened his eyes contentedly. He felt warm and elated for the first time since Kendra had left with Carter Hall. A pleasant tingling sensation coursed through him. He glanced over to his right.

There Lisa snoozed contentedly; a relaxed smile plastered prominently across her face. Her breathing remained low and calm.

Glad you enjoyed that as much as I did. He kissed her forehead softly before slipping out of bed. Given that she had decided to make the effort to go straight, he'd decided to give her an opening boost at the very least. He padded slowly out toward the kitchen.

Barry and Eddie's surprise for their girlfriends a few days earlier had inspired this plan on his part.

I'm not the cook Barry is but I can do something too! He mixed corn meal and pancake mix together with a couple of eggs and some cream in a bowl. Then he beat the batter into a fine mix with a wooden spoon before adding strawberries and blueberries to it. Finally he started the cakes in question cooking in a skillet on the stove.

To these efforts, he added some sausage from the fridge on a plate with a paper towel between the layers letting it nuke away in the microwave. He also started coffee perking allowing the scent to waft back toward his sleeping companion. Then he flipped the cakes in question seeing the delicate browning across the corn tops. "Sw-eet!" He removed the sausages before the microwave could beep.

The finished corncakes slid onto another plate. Then he poured another batch letting them sizzle and bubble away on the skillet.

He grinned while anticipating her surprise….

[Ten Minutes Later]

Lisa muttered incoherently and stirred from her own slumber. As he'd deduced, she'd slept contentedly in his arms after she'd administered 'his reward'. She sighed and grinned. Boy needs more fun like this. But where the Hell did he go? She patted the mattress where he'd been until fifteen minutes earlier.

For a minute, her internal abandonment issues flared up. She looked around frantically like a panicked wolf caught in a trap not knowing what to do. He left me? After this…why? I….

Almost on cue, the aromas from the cooking creations reached her nose.

"What the Hell? Is he cooking?" She pulled herself together and sucked in several calming breaths to compose her internal compass once more. "See? He's still here. He's doing something for you. Take a chill pill, Snart. It's okay." She got up and pulled her clothes from the previous day back on. Then she softly crept down the hall following the pleasant scents of corn, coffee and sausage.

Admittedly her mouth watered in anticipation.

She peered around the corner to find him cooking away on two enormous corn pancakes. Beside him four others waited on a plate. The sausage scent, she figured, came from the covered plate to its right. And the coffee perked away on the counter. Unreal. He really wants this to work! In spite of herself, she had to wipe away a couple of happy tears.

Cisco actually cared. Unlike the other guys, she wasn't just a conquest to him.

Not knowing she was standing there, he opened a drawer and pulled out a white tablecloth. "Yeah she's really going to be surprised."

You're the one who's going to surprised, Dude! Somehow she stifled a snarky laugh or the reply she normally would've given. She wanted to give him his moment. Instead she contented herself with the scene developing right before her eyes.

As she watched, he set the table while anticipating her reaction when he thought she'd walk into the room. In each place, he set a coffee mug, a juice glass and a blue plate. He'd rolled up silverware settings in a napkin placing each by the place in question. Then he set a laptop by the table ready to stream some ambiance music into the setting. He removed the last two cakes and set the plate in the middle of the table along with the sausage. "There. I did it."

"Yeah you did, Caballero," she interjected with a bit of satisfaction.

He froze and turned to face her. "You were there the whole time?"

She shrugged saucily. "I learned from Lenny that you never interrupt an artist at work. I've been here for about five minutes watching you set this up for us." She almost pranced over to him letting her eyes sparkle affectionately. "Good morning." Her lips whispered a thank you across his cheek. "Mind if I get some coffee, Picasso? I need one."

"Sure," he agreed while opening the fridge. He brought out the milk and juice. "Those are for us too."

"I knew there was a reason I like you so much," she teased while fixing her coffee. "Before we eat, there's something else." She yanked him to her and planted a long lingering kiss on his lips before disengaging. "How's that?"

"Uh..yeah…great. Wow," he replied while needing to collect himself. He stumbled over to the coffee maker and somehow fixed his own cup.

"Really smooth moves," she pressed with that infuriating grin of hers.

Still he didn't care. If she enjoyed it, he wouldn't fret the style points…or lack thereof. "I get the job done." He smirked as they sat down to enjoy the meal. "Afterwards we can start looking for your new job."

She rolled her eyes. "I promise we'll do that. But…maybe…we can enjoy this a bit more?"

"I said afterwards. I didn't say how long afterwards," he assured her. "Maybe this could turn to lunch too?"

She bit into the food in question and nodded. "Yeah we can do that." She savored the tastes cascading across her tongue.

Maybe she would go straight but at least she had someone to do it with.

And that would make everything worthwhile…..

THE END (for now)