Eobard Thawne- Extra 3 (Flash)
“E-Eobard…”
Laying on the bed in your apartment was not how you thought you would end up. Much less being here with the devious speedster. After that day that he’d somehow triggered your guardian transformation, you’d rushed back to your dimension. It took you a while to escape his very passionate kisses that day. A few of the elders didn’t truly believe what you were telling them. Because the second you stepped through the portal, your appearance had changed back to normal. But then you thought of him, and that kiss.
Like magic it sprouted, so did your rosy cheeks.
Safe to say all the elders were stunned.
Your friends were losing their minds. Somehow you’d gotten it back under control. When it was time to return to earth, you were a bit anxious. Eobard’s kisses, touches, were still fresh in your mind. That’s why you tried to sneak back into your apartment. Apparently he was waiting for you. All you saw was the flash of his lightning and you were pinned to the bed.
“Running from me?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“N-No!!”
He didn’t believe a word.
“Your form, it changed back.” You swallow.
“I-I think I have it under control now.”
He was still wearing a weird expression.
After a few seconds he released you, moving off the bed.
“If you hated me touching you that much you should have just said so. There was no need to run.” He didn’t understand why he was so irritated. Team Flash already saw him as a monster. He could care less. But for some reason, the thought of you thinking that made him uneasy.
“I can’t believe this.”
He really had gotten complacent. He let his guard down.
You rose from the bed slowly.
“I didn’t hate it.”
Now you’re looking at him, and that pink light has returned to your eyes.
“You have no idea how strong this is. I always thought that love was just this emotional connection. I was naive. I’m a cupid and there is still so much I don’t know. I’ve never been this out of control before. “
He’s a bit stunned when that pink aura returns to your skin. Your hair is once again growing in length. This time however, you don’t look as panicked. If anything you look more sure.
Confident.
When those eyes land on him, his unease quickly turns to desire. He’s baffled, hand reaching to press against his chest.
“Why…is it so hot…?”
Your marvel at him, approaching slowly.
“You..feel it too?”
He nods, panting.
“It’s…so strong.” He gasps.
“That’s exactly how I feel..about you.” You explain.
He would never understand what you saw in him. It didn’t make sense. He was a literal monster. Yet, you look at him like he’s some saint. Like he can be redeemed from all the wrong he’s done. He feels like it’s possible just from your eyes.
“Sit.”
It’s an order that you make, but it doesn’t sound that demanding. More like a request. Your face still reflects that innocence he’s seen from day one. Eobard nods, responding eagerly. He moves to the bottom of the bed, taking a seat. You follow, slipping into his lap. His hands come up, gripping your thighs. The friction is delicious. You rock into him, and he grunts, closing his eyes. You whimper.
“Lay back.”
He does as you say, laying back. He could barely believe this was happening. He felt somewhat drugged. Intoxicated on your looks, smell.
Touch.
You lower, and he anticipates every move. Your hands run down his chest, gripping the edge of his shirt. You lift it, relishing in the taunt muscles that lay underneath. You’re breathless. Pulling up the shirt, he assists eagerly. The minute it’s off, he tosses it. When his hands lower, he just admires the view of you on top of him. Claiming him.
Neither of you make a move. For a while you just admire him.
“I asked why my form changed from something as minor as a kiss. Do you know what the elders told me?” He shakes his head, and you run your thumb over his lower lip. You're now chest to chest. Eobard groans, because he can feel everything, and he’s positive you can too. He can read it on your face.
“They said that only unfiltered love could have presented such an outcome. Love like that has not been seen for centuries. “
Eobard gulps.
It was much easier to hide feelings with harsh words. But how could he lie now when you were presenting him with celestial evidence that he cared for you more than he let on.
“Do you…really..love me?”
There’s a hopeful look in his eyes. Eobard catches himself.
He looks away.
“I don’t deserve love.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
He grows silent, and you pull your hand away.
He’s ready for this. For you to leave him. That’s what he deserves. Someone as terrible as him should not have a happy ending. It wasn’t in his design.
“So you hate me.”
His eyes widened.
Eobard bites his lip to stop the words from leaving his mouth. He’d almost yelled how false that statement was. It seems that you have caught on.
“You hate me. You detest me. You wish I never existed.”
That seems like the push he needed, because he flips you over. Your back hits the bed, and he pins your hands down.
“How could you say something so foolish!” He looks enraged.
“Ever since you showed up my mind has been at war with my body. The minute you told me that foolish story of being a cupid. The second I tried to run and you held my hand, I convinced myself that I needed to hate you. I needed to carry the same malice I had for Barry. But you kept indulging me. Indulging my wants, my desires. I should hate you…I should detest your very existence because everything you stand for has always been something I could never have. “ His jaw is clenched, and tears gather in your eyes.
“But instead I fell in love with you.”
His expression grows soft, and you’re shocked.
Eobard’s hold on your wrist loosens.
“Tell me you hate me. Tell me that there is no way someone as innocent and pure as you can ever love me. Tell me you detest me..” It’s a whisper, and he pressed his head into your shoulder.
“Tell me..”
He’s practically begging.
You lift your hand, running your fingers along his back.
“I love you.”
He exhales, holding unto you.
“I love you Eobard Thawne.”
He realizes at that moment that it’s too late.
“We’re going to leave Central City. It’ll just be the two of us. No heroes or villains. Just you and me. How does that sound?”
He doesn’t respond, just turns his head, kissing you. Smiling into the kiss, you hold him.