Happy birthday @a-redharlequin!! For your birthday, I’d like to reassure you that I’m still working on the Lust Len fic, so here’s a moodboard and an excerpt :D
“Maybe you don’t want me the way I want you yet,” Snart continued, “but you do want me.”
“I want you to face justice,” Barry spat. What the hell was going on?
“Yes, that,” Snart said, sounding thoughtful as he watched his hand release Barry’s ankle only to trail his fingers lightly up Barry’s shin. “But couldn’t you want me in other ways too?” His fingers skirted over Barry’s knee then to rest on his thigh.
He couldn’t mean…could he? Barry swallowed and tried to speak, but no words escaped his tight throat.
Snart moved his hand from Barry’s leg to cup his face as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against Barry’s cheek as he said, “Can I show you what I want?”
Barry felt like he was running slower than even the cold gun made him. He couldn't think fast enough, couldn’t react fast enough. But finally, he gathered his thoughts enough to nod. His shaky breath blew across Snart’s lips as Barry breathed out, “Yes.”
Those lips curled into a smirk before they pressed against Barry’s. The kiss was soft, softer than Barry ever would have expected from the criminal. It was cold too, as if Snart’s very breath was as icy as his gun. The cold seeped from his hand too, leaching into the back of Barry’s head as his hand tangled in Barry’s hair.
Barry wasn’t sure if it was the kiss or the cold, but he shivered as he pulled back. “Snart,” he whispered, the exhaled word fogging in the air in front of him. Was the whole room cold, not just him?
“Call me Lust,” Snart said, still holding Barry’s face in his hands, still close enough to breath the same air, although Barry noticed that his breath wasn’t visible like Barry’s was.
“What?”
“Or Len. I’ll answer to either.”
