30 Days of Killervibe ~Day 6: Favourite Cisco Wardrobe
So we all know hot amazing Cisco looks as Vibe, but have we properly appreciated how he looks in only HALF the suit??? Tight sports t with reflectors? ✅. Super tight leather pants? ✅
Caitlin always saw Cisco, ever since the start. She always saw him, and ever since the Flash came into their life, she saw more and more of him. From a point on, she couldn’t look away.
30 Days of Killervibe Day 9: Favourite Caitlin Quote to Cisco
“Francisco Ramon if you don’t tell me....”
~.~
Cisco hated his name. Hated that it was a mouthful. Hated that it started with the letter F. Hated that kids in school used to call him Señor Frisco, Sanfrancisco, “Franny” or “Friskies.”
Like the cat treats.
“Yeah, your name sucks, dude,” Dante said unsympathetically after a long lament Cisco gave in the second grade.
“Thanks,” Cisco replied dryly.
Despite Dante’s inability to provide the support that Cisco craved or even any semblance of nicety, he had rolled over on his bed with some attitude and unintentional advice. “If you don’t want people calling you Francisco then make sure they don’t.”
So he shortened the name to Cisco and refused to let anyone get away with anything other unless it was from his boss or the person issuing his driver’s licence. Things like that.
It worked. Sort of.
~.~
It was different with Caitlin. It would slip out of her mouth when she wanted something out of him.
“Francisco Ramon, if you don’t start talking….”
“Fine! Fine!”
And it worked damn well too.
~.~
She noticed it once, how his shoulders stiffened after he accidentally dropped one of her samples.
“Francisco Ramon, did you break my favourite beaker?”
She passed him the safety gloves to wipe up the solution mess on the floor, crouching down beside him as he soaked it up. His face was all flushed. He was embarrassed but also riled up for some inexplicable reason. Touching his shoulder, she forced him to stop cleaning to look at her.
“You don’t like it when people call you Francisco, do you?”
Cisco let out a breath and met her eyes. He wasn’t sure how to respond.
“I always thought it was just that Cisco suited you so much better. But I remember Hartley and I remember Savitar. The way you’d tense when they’d say it to you. They were catching onto something I missed, somehow to irritate you. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
Cisco picked up the paper towels and discarded them in her bio-waste bin, peeling off the gloves properly to also dispose of. “I don’t really hate my name, Caitlin.”
“No?”
“Not anymore. It was more of a racist demeaning thing. It’s not so much as what it is, more of the way people say it.”
She bit her lip, leaning against the counter, her arms folded across her chest. “I’m sure I didn’t help with that.”
Cisco shrugged.
“For what it’s worth, I love your name. I like saying it.” Something passed over her features and she shifted from foot to foot, eyes on the floor. Cisco swore he saw a flush over her cheeks. “I, um. I like it a lot. Yeah.”
“Why?”
She looked at him oddly. “It’s your name.”
Cisco washed his hands and let her words hang in the air. He didn’t know what to say. So what if it was his name? Barry’s was Bartholomew, and he’d never heard Joe or Iris say it unless it was to tease him.
She cleared her throat, visibly embarrassed now too for her honesty, twisting the paper bag he’d swept the broken glass into a few minutes ago. “Anyway,” she said, excusing herself. “I’ll go recreate the sample-”
“Caitlin.” He turned around to look at her.
She stopped, listening. “Yes?”
“You can say it. I’ve never said that to anybody, and I’d rather not if it’s only when you’re mad, but you can say it.”
Her pink mouth parted and eyebrows furrowed, taken by surprise. “I can?”
He nodded.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said. “I’ve given you enough nicknames over the years. I don’t mind.”
She smiled nervously with a little giggle. The pact was sealed. "Okay."
"Just don't let it catch on."
"I promise I won't."
~.~
Cisco thought she’d forgotten about their little agreement, which is why six months later in his apartment as she straddled his lap on the couch, he almost fell over sideways when she sighed his name into his mouth.
His hands were up the back of her blouse, exploring the soft skin, thumbs edging at her bra straps. But now they rested there, frozen. Her arms were wrapped snug around his neck, pressing herself against him until she had laid him flat against the cushions.
Francisco, she murmured. And she said it perfectly. Breathily, accented, a whisper away from a moan. So perfect it must’ve been practiced. Cisco wouldn’t be surprised if she had, mastering the name as a skill to render him into a useless puddle of liquified Cisco in her soft, sexy hands.
He opened his eyes, breath stuttering out. He was unable to kiss anymore, just stare gobsmacked at her like a fish. Caitlin’s hair fanned around her face, eyes dark and lustful as she stared down at him.
“Are you okay?” she asked. For an ice meta, her breath was hot against his skin. “Did you not like that?”
He blinked back at her, unbelievably turned on.
“Cisco?” She waved a hand over her face. “You with me?”
“-Yes, ” he choked out.
Her face relaxed when she concluded he wasn't having a stroke. She even had the nerve to smirk at him. “Yes, what?”
“Uh.” He couldn’t even think. He just wanted her to do whatever she wanted to him as his mind looped the feel of her body and the sound of her voice over and over again.
She rolled her hips and put her hands over his t-shirt, being the sinfully wicked perfect gorgeous girlfriend Cisco always knew she’d be. “Hmm?”
“Caitlin.”
She leaned over him to mouth at his ear when she whispered it again. Cisco grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her back to kiss thoroughly with a groan before he said something stupid.
In retrospect, he should’ve realized his name was uncomfortable coming from Caitlin because it had always turned him on.
