It was a calm evening, wind occasionally whispering against the downtrodden STAR labs. Inside the cortex were the three remaining team flash members, sitting at their prospective desks. Cisco let out a sigh as he pushed his chair back and stuck his arms behind his head. "Guys, it's Saturday night. All the baddies are locked up, let's live a little. I know a great place, it's down by the water. Perfect for this kinda night." He pitched, glancing between the other two. Harry didn't even bother to stop typing before he grunted a resounding ‘no’. Crissy bit her lip and contemplated Cisco's proposition. "I'll go if Harry goes." She quipped, watching Harry cut his eyes over to her, wondering what was up her sleeve. Crissy stands up, "I'm going to get ready." She announces, no longer allowing him the option to say no. "Alright!" Cisco fist bumps the air, beaming. Trying his best to hide it, a small smile ghosts his lips. "This is going to be fun." Harry thought.
The two men scattered, both presumably to get ready.
Crissy sat on the edge of the closest desk, which happened to be Harry's. Who had just barely turned the corner enough to see a dazzling Crissy fidgeting with the hem of her very very short dress. Clearly lost in her thoughts, the esteemed man couldn't help but rake his eyes over every inch of her exposed skin. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he cleared his throat and sauntered in. “Oh, Harry! You startled me.” she blushed, taking in his slightly scruffy features. His eyes shown even brighter without his dark glasses framing them, such a beautiful blue she wanted to get lost in. "Ah, the classic anti Wells disguise; sans glasses and standing. They will never know the difference!" She joked, edging off the corner of the desk, briefly allowing the older scientist a view of sheer panties. He nearly choked when he caught a glimpse, unsure if it had been deliberate or not. "It's going to be great to get out and feel good for a night." She winked as Cisco strolled in. "Alright people, let's go!" He cheered while opening a breach.
Not even 20 minutes later Crissy and Harry stumbled out of the club Cisco had chosen. Both had been eagerly supplied each other with shots and drinks as if liquor was the new currency for love, or rather lust. "I can't believe he left us like that!" Crissy laughed. "Trust me, when you get an opportunity like that, you jump on it." The older man chuckled. "Yeah but we weren't even there for that long. I didn't even get a chance to dance yet." She pouted, unconsciously biting her lower lip. "Harry!" She squealed, gripping his shirt and forgetting all personal boundaries. "Look at them, I want to do that!" She giggled drunkenly. His gaze drifted from her mouth over to the small crowd of people dancing to sauntry salsa music outside of the neighboring bar. "You know, we should just go back to the lab." He tried, not wanting to push his luck at being recognized. Crissy crinkled her nose and pulled him to the music.
For a moment he lost her in the sea of people and a feeling bubbles to the surface. Not fear and not anger, somewhere in between; possession. After a moment of searching Harry catches the object of his affection grinding to the rhythm, clearly enjoying herself. As soon as he reaches Crissy, he snakes his arms around her waist. Boxing her in and keeping her from the other dancers. "Don't do that again." He chastised, lowering his voice. "I don't want to lose you." His breath hits her neck and sends chills down her body. Fueled by nothing but vodka shots, Crissy grabs Harry's hands and starts rubbing them up and down her sides while swaying to the music. He takes a step closer and she closes the distance, leaning her back against his chest. Ass lightly gliding over his pants.
"Crissy. What are you doing." He growls. Not answering and instead purposefully rubbing against him, Crissy let out a breathy sigh. "I'm just trying to feel good, Harry. I thought you wanted to feel good too?" She purrs innocently. "Listen kitten, I'm going to need you to use your big girl words so I can be perfectly clear on what you want." He whispered in her ear. Heat flashed to Crissy's cheeks, "ooh, yes daddy." She giggled, pushing her ass even harder against him. Briefly sobered by the growing bulge she felt behind her, Crissy drops her hands from his and instead slowly brings them up against his outer thighs, working her way inward. "I want all of you." She finally manages. Saying it out loud nearly caused her heart to burst. "Good girl." He kissed the top of her ear. "You're going to take every inch of me. Do you think you can be quiet?" "What?" She gasped, looking around them. "You don't think that I have the patience to be teased all night do you? Now be good and put your panties in my pocket." Crissy stood for a moment, trying to figure out the most covert way to get them off. With her ass flush against his hard member she laid her hands between them to lift the bottom of her skirt. Her thumbs hooked under the lace and in one swoop they fell to her ankles. Grabbing onto his waist from behind, Crissy discreetly kicked them off and pretended to drop her purse. As she bent down to pick them up, she locked her legs to give Harry a full view.
Once she was upright, she slid her hands into his pockets. One holding her soaked panties, the other palming his erection. He wanted her now. He removed his hands from her waist and unbuttoned his pants, making sure to keep himself covered by her dress and pulled out his cock. Gently teasing the head with her wet folds. He heard her sharp breath and kept going. Prodding deeper and deeper with each thrust until his head was throbbing. Being the gentleman he was, he used his free hand to roughly shove two fingers into her mouth, catching her off guard and making her gasp. Once they were nice and wet he brought his hand back down and gently slide them in, giving her time to adjust. He quickly found her g spot and continued finger fucking her until he felt her start to tense around him. Just as quick as it started, it was over. He heard her let out a small whine and he was almost ashamed at how it made him feel. "Take it." He grunted quietly as he lined his head up with her entrance. "Mhmph" was all Crissy could manage as she felt him stretch her to fit himself.
Not giving as much time to get accustomed to his length as before, Harry started thrusting, short deep thrusts. Trying not to draw attention to their compromising situation. He let out a guttural moan in her hair as he pumped his cock deep and quick. One of his hands flew down to under her dress and began rubbing her most sensitive spot, using the tip of his index finger to elicit quiet curses from Crissy. "Harry, I'm getting close." She moaned. "That's it." He grunted, using his other hand to push her deeper onto him. "Harry, I'm-" He felt her tense around him, hearing her voice falter and feeling her cum sent him tumbling into his own euphoria. With ragged breaths he slowly lowered himself out. Once he was tucked away he brushed the hair off her neck and planted a kiss. Crissy turned around and smiled before falling into a hug. "Hmm, it's time to get you home." He said as he led her out of the crowd. In the taxi back to Star labs, Crissy kept her head on his shoulder and Harry kept his arm around her waist. They stumbled into the labs and made their way to Harry's quarters. Forgoing the shower, Crissy crawled into his bed and looked over at him. Giving a small kiss on the nose, Harry pulled her close. "Thank you for tonight." She whispered between yawns. He smiled back at her and winked. "Anything for you."
fuck you Tom Cavanagh, you bailed on 2 different cons/photo opps to immediately book bigger ones. i paid for this picture to be real, not Photoshopped. life long fan my ass
One thing that has always bothered me about the Flash (2014) show was that even though eight years had passed since everyone had met Barry, no one - and I mean No One - ever invested in a paperweight.
Like every time Barry went speeding in or out of a room, papers went flying. But not one person had ever gone “hmm. Maybe we should make sure that that stops happening.”
I am now at the end of the episode (#1 Cheetos) and am basically in hysterics because Tom is being such a fucking dick (why don’t I remember this):
[after Tom has interrupted Michael in rapid succession]
Michael: Fuck you! Like I’m legitimately trying to get seaweed Cheetos and you’re throwing up roadblock after roadblock after roadblock.
Tom: I’m not. I’m not. I’m not.
Michael: How psyched are you gonna be if a fucking bag of Cheetos fucking seaweed fucking bullshit shows up-
Tom: I wanna apologize to you because you’re exactly right. You’re going for the greater good, seaweed Cheetos, and I’m muckin’ up the works. I don’t aim ‘ta. Why, I don’t aim ‘ta muck up the works at all.
Michael: Alright.
Tom: Please accept my apology.
Michael: Apology accepted.
Tom: Thank you.
Michael: (continues on from before) Send it to Mike and Tom Eat Snacks courtesy Comedy Central Records-
Tom: (interrupting) Care of. C/O.
Michael: (pissed off pause then soldiers on and continues the address)
Tom: That address again-
Michael: It’s an iPod. They can just go back if they need the address again.
Tom: (ignores Michael and continues giving the address again)
Michael: God, you’re a dick. You’re like purposely a dick.
I think Michael probably did this to promote his book, and Tom was just like, “…will there be food?” Gotta say I dig the rumpled college professor aesthetic they’ve got going on.
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