#and we weren't even allowed to use the fidgets in the box

[scaramarii]

one of my teachers: controlling your emotions is easy! everyone should be able to do it with little effort!

me:

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 13

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake's long legs fall in stride with mine as we make our way back to the hotel.

The sun is but a whisper in the sky, giving way to the start of another evening full of promise and possibility.

The night sky isn't what I'm used to, though.

Here in downtown Miami, the moon and stars are well hidden by the myriad of manmade lights filtering out of the various bars and clubs.

"I've made arrangements for you to have a room of your own," Blake announces, his voice overtaking the welcomed silence.

"I don't know why I didn't get a room of my own in the first place."

Blake sighs and I can hear him inhale, allowing the sticky warmth of the night fill his lungs before slowly pushing it all out again through his nostrils.

It's the type of sigh my mom would always give me when I was younger.

She called it a 'sigh of patience.'

"Phil will be arriving first thing tomorrow morning," Blake continues.

"I will take him out to breakfast before we start our day. You may order room service, please order whatever you'd like. I will make sure to get you a copy of our itinerary prior to picking you up at the hotel. Any questions?"

"Yeah. How would your fag-tard boyfriend feel if he knew you attacked me earlier today?"

Blake doesn't sigh this time.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye and I see the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

The sight makes my stomach quiver again.

Is he thinking about our kiss again?

Do I want him to?

'Stop, Callum. Just fuckin' stop.'

"He wouldn't mind," Blake answers quietly.

I frown, surprised.

"What? Do gay dudes just like, have a different set of relationship rules?"

This time Blake sighs again.

"Callum, despite your grotesque mindset regarding the gay community, our relationships are every bit as 'conventional and normal' as straight couples."

'Yeah, except there are dicks everywhere.'

Blake and I come to a stop light.

A small, elderly woman is already waiting at the corner, her eyes fixed forward and her hair pulled back into a tight bun.

I expect her presence to be enough to deter our current conversation topic but Blake continues on as if she isn't here.

"I met Phil four years ago," Blake explains.

"We dated, casually of course, for the first two. It was a perfect arrangement for the both of us. I was busy with work and Phil wasn't ready for a commitment."

The light changes to red and the neon, white stick-figure glares inside its box indicating for us to cross the street.

Blake pauses, ushering the elderly woman to walk ahead of us.

She eyes him up and down warily.

Her look goes unnoticed by my boss.

"By year three I was beginning to lose my patience," Blake admits and he lifts his wrist again to fidget with his cufflink.

"I wanted something with more substance. So around this time last year, I told Phil if he wanted to keep me in his life, he needed to commit. If he still wasn't ready, I was prepared to move on."

For some unknown reason, that ludicrous feeling of jealousy prickles inside me again hearing Blake talk about Phil.

Blake waves a hand through the humid, Floridian air, shaking his head as if pulling himself from a distant memory.

"To make a long story short, Phil agreed to commit. His terms in doing so, however, were that we would not live together and that whenever we weren't around each other, we were allowed to do as we pleased, physically speaking."

I snort.

"I wish women had that type of mindset."

Blake hums in his throat.

"I wasn't keen on the terms. It took some negotiating on my end. Eventually I agreed to it but with a condition."

"Which was?"

"That even if both of us could 'do as we pleased' any encounter we created outside our relationship had to remain purely physical."

I laugh, humorlessly.

"So basically you can fuck whoever you want as long as you walk away with zero emotional ties?"

Blake nods, frowning at my choice of words.

"Correct."

I slide my tongue along my top row of teeth.

The 'terms' of Blake's relationship with Phil absorb into my brain and settle in the most uncomfortable way.

It's not like I want a gay dude to have feelings for me but to know up front that he has none and never will, well, it's vexing.

I'm usually the one with no feelings.

I'm usually the one demanding that things stay purely physical, cutting off all emotional ties that might strap either party into something they really don't want in the first place.

Yet after Blake's confession, I'm left feeling like the stupid pawn in his romantic game rather than the game maker.

Again, though, it's not that I want a gay dude to have feelings for me.

'I'm just saying. Hell, I don't know what I'm saying.'

The two of us reach the hotel entrance.

The man standing outside opens the door, sweeping a hand for us to enter.

His pants are creased down the middle, a crisp and professional look to match the flawless prestige of the hotel.

He gives a slight bow out of respect when we pass him and the grand, glass doors give way to a rush of cool air.

Never before has air conditioning felt so wanted.

Or needed.

Blake's fancy shoes click against the shiny tile of the main foyer with every step he takes.

His gaze is trained forward, shoulders back and posture filled with unbreakable self-assurance.

I always thought I was a confident dude but this joker, he is on a whole new level.

A question burns the tip of my tongue and by the time the two of us reach the elevator, curiosity forces it to spill from my lips.

"So if you've officially been seeing Fag-taid Phil for a year now, what number am I?"

"I don't follow and please, watch your language."

I roll my eyes and smash my index finger into the 'UP' button of the elevator.

"I mean, if you've been allowed to fuck around with men for the last year, where do I fall? What number am I in your list of conquests?"

It's not like it should matter.

I'm not gay, I shouldn't have even been on his 'list' to begin with.

Those facts alone should be enough to keep my mouth shut and my curious thoughts at bay.

Yet for some reason, my desire to know the answer gnaws at me.

Blake glances down at me.

A sparse bit of color blooms in the tips of his cheeks, a look I've never seen him sport before.

He clears his throat and reaches down for his cufflink again.

"Number one," he answers.

"Just you."

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The sound of Blake's voice stirs me awake.

It's muffled and disoriented but it's there, strong enough to pull me out of a dreamless sleep.

I pry my eyes open and my heart picks up speed as the voice increases in volume.

'Knock, knock, knock.'

"Do think he's up yet?"

"This won't take but a minute," I hear Blake answer the unfamiliar voice.

Then I realize who it must be, Phil, the boyfriend.

I kick myself out of bed and pull on my faded khaki shorts from last night.

I don't bother with a shirt.

Mentally I assure myself this choice is due to sheer laziness but a deeper, more insecure part of me knows it's to impress Blake while in the presence of his boyfriend.

I run a hand through my disheveled, sandy-colored hair and clear away the dryness from my throat as I walk to the door.

There's no reason for me to be nervous right now.

If anything, I should be relieved Phil is here to focus Blake's attention away from me.

So why are my hands sweating and why is my heart ready to fly right out of my chest?

My sweaty fingers wrap around the door handle and I tug it open.

Bright, florescent light streams in from the hotel hallway.

Shadowing its light stand two well-dressed men.

Blake stares down at me, his eyes leisurely raking down my naked torso.

His companion, a thin and clean-cut male, does the same, raising a brow when he's finished with his visual appraisal.

"This is your new assistant?" he asks, whispering to Blake.

"I'm not his assistant," I correct him frostily.

"I'm the Administrative Specialist."

The brunette grins, his eyes blazing with mischief.

"My, my. He's feisty too. No wonder why you're keeping such close tabs on him, babe."

My jaw tightens.

Setting aside the fact that this prick's last comment was spoken as if I wasn't standing right in front of him, he felt the need to address Blake with an affectionate pet name too.

He may as well whip his dick out and piss all over Blake's leg just to get the hem-hawing out of the way.

Blake clears his throat and hands me a piece of paper.

"I apologize for waking you, Mr. Greene. Here is the work itinerary I promised you. I will be by to pick you up by 9:00 AM sharp. Please be ready."

"And I'm Phil," the sinewy male beside him announces, sticking his hand out in introduction.

"The boyfriend."

"I know who you are."

I stare at his hand, hating it.

Hating it even more for not knowing why I hate it in the first place.

Was that the same hand that probably touched Blake only minutes ago as they dressed before coming by to see me?

Fuck that.

I snatch the paper out of Blake's hand, ignoring Phil's attempt at congeniality.

Having them standing at my door infuriates me.

'I don't know why but I don't like it, any of it.'

I shut the door in both of their faces, fingers still sweaty and a frantic heart still racing with uncertainty.

What the fuck is happening to me?

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓐𝓼𝔂𝓵𝓾𝓶: 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 × 𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹𝙺

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙰𝚄

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I breathed out an airy and desolate sigh through my nose, obviously I unconsciously did it a little too loud as the raven haired male sitting across from me looked down at the floor.

"It was all my fault.....wasn't it?"

I looked up, the glasses sitting on my nose bridge tilting slightly that I had to push them back up so I could study his features, or should I say, his expressions. His eyelids never blinked once, his eyes were trained on the pattern of the carpet underneath him, but I knew his mind was elsewhere. I looked with pity at the bandages wrapped around his wrists, some of the edges stained with fresh blood. I gulped slightly, my stomach threatening to spill out my meager lunch of an apple and avocado toast slice from earlier. I could handle hearing patients tell and retell me about how they stabbed their parents to death, cut off their significant other's genitals because they were unloyal to them, even tackled a deranged lunatic that once tried to...... seduce me to put mildly.......

But to this day, I can't help but get dizzy when I treat or deal with patients who are self harming victims, because yes, they are victims. Victims of their own self loathing, guilt, and depressive state that isn't their fault. It just pains me so much to see them resort to such drastic measures...

But I'm also not stupid and know some, if not most only do it for attention or to manipulate others, and Yunho is a case not far from it. Which is why I was the one sent to deal with him. All the other psychologists would have fallen for his sad puppy eyes, good looks, well built physique and would have released him too early into the world. Not that he's dangerous and a threat to society, but he's not emotionally nor mentally stable to go deal with daily life yet. And I'm not a softie by any means even if I'm patient and meek doctor when necessary. But I'm objective and I seek deeper into the true person hiding behind the front they put in front of me.

"Do you believe it was your fault Yunho?" Usually one would get scolded for answering a question with a question, but I prefer this method in order to get my patients to reason and draw out their own conclusions......

And makes them pour out their true answers.

I watch Yunho ponder for a moment.

"It has to be- otherwise she wouldn't have...wouldn't have-"

He bites back a choked sob, teeth tightening and gritting against themselves as he fails to contain his tears. His hands cover his face as he begins to cry uncontrollably, desperate and heartwrenching wails resonating throughout the 4 walls keeping us company. Reaching for the purple plaid box on the coffee table between us, I take out a few tissues and stand up from my seat. Lightly tapping on his shoulder, I whisper a 'here' to him. He thanks me, but since he's crying too hard no sound comes out his throat. For the next few minutes, he's blowing out his runny nose, all red just like his eyes from crying too hard. He's sniffling while trying to control his previous hyperventilating session. I want to hug him or at least give him a pat in the back. But I can't, I can only sit back and try to imagine the agony he's probably going through, try to put myself in his shoes as I dive deep into the event that got him here in the first place:

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Coming back from a trip to the store, Yunho momentarily looks around confused when he heard his baby daughter crying. Quickly putting the bags on the kitchen counter, he makes his way over to the nursery that adjoined the main bedroom. Calling out for his wife, he receives no response as he walks down the hallway. He calls once more for her but stops midway as he opens the slightly ajar door. His heart stops beating and his veins run cold as he stares into the lifeless body of his beloved wife hanging in the room, feeling as if the oxygen is being ripped out from his lungs, suffocating slowly.

As if sensing his agitation, his daughter's cries from the other room grow louder, so much that they raise concern from their next door neighbor, a kind and sweet old lady who more than once has offered her help in watching over the child or help them out in any way she could. Typing in the passcode, she makes it there just in time to stop the tall male from inflicting more harm upon himself as he holds onto his wife's body in agony. Having been left with no choice, she immediately calls for an ambulance, who arrive there shortly and take him to a nearby hospital.

He was monitored 24/7 as he had a history of attempted suicide before. The nurses and doctors didn't want another episode to happen again, not wanting to leave a barely 1 year old fatherless as well as motherless. As an investigation went, police found a journal hidden deep between the mattresses on the bed. When they poured over the first pages, they knew there was much more to the story than just a doting husband who couldn't live without his wife, hence why he was relocated to the infamous asylum......

And a specialized woman was tasked to not only unmask the truth, but hopefully help a poor broken mind be put back together again.

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Hence why I'm here now, the folder I had read over and over again still on my lap. It honestly amazed me that I'd actually get to work on a case like this, and of course I took up the challenge of digging into a mind like Yunho's, not just to help him, but to leave a precedent for any other situations like this that came after.

"A precedent?" I remember the officer asking me.

"Yes. You'd be surprised just how common these types of toxic relationships there are in an everyday basis yet no one ever looks deeper because they're too focused treating a depressed person who's trying to kill themselves and don't focus on what they really are...."

Shutting the folder, I tucked it under my arm before turning on my heel.

"A manipulative individual who'll do anything to keep someone tied to them forever."

That's how I viewed Yunho, it's how I should be viewing him. At least until I could hopefully get him to change.

"How's......is my daughter ok?"

I let out a soft hum and nod as I scribbled something down on the notepad.

"She's fine. We're having someone take care of her in the meantime, don't worry."

Yunho let out a sigh of relief, fingers fidgeting against his thighs as he mustered up the courage to say something.

"Could I.....could I please see her?"

From the sad look in my eyes he could already tell the answer was negative.

"I'm sorry Yunho....I'm afraid until we see some improvement, we can't allow you to be reunited with her just yet."

I tried to keep my voice steady as I said that, bracing myself to possibly see him breakdown once more. He had already lost his wife and now learning that his only child was forced away from him could possibly send him spiraling down into another episode.

But Yunho instead took a deep breath and seemed calm.

"I understand.....it's ok..." I knew he was saying those last two words more to himself than to me.

Lifting his face up, he suddenly shocked me by looking so bright and rather happy.

"So I guess it's best if we begin right?"

Even to this day, I don't know whether I should have been delighted to have such a compliant patient.....

Or terrified.

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"Tell me Yunho, what was your first reaction when you saw your wife?"

A subtle hint of a smile curled at the corners of his lips.

"I thought she was the kindest and most caring person in the world, very pretty too. She just walked in and the room instantly lit up."

He was reminiscing about those times, I could tell. That fond look on his face was unmistakable.

"Do you believe you fell in love at first sight with her?"

His smile suddenly dissipated, eyebrows scrunching together as if recollecting memories from so long ago.

"I think.......I felt attracted to her.....but.....I don't think it was love?"

I could tell he felt conflicted with himself, but that's exactly what I wanted. I want him to question every feeling and sensation he felt at the moment so he could decide for himself if it was real or just a mere illusion he held. If he starts to second guess or question what he felt then he'd start reasoning and come to the conclusion that what he felt was wrong and mistaken. He'd see that his actions weren't justified.

"So when do you truly believe you fell in love with her?"

I stopped writing on my notepad and watched him close his eyes as he tried to pinpoint the exact time he felt whatever he thought was love.

"One night....one of our friends was feeling down in spirits. I witnessed how caring she was towards them...kindly reassuring them that they were loved, that they mattered. I vividly remember her kind eyes and loving smile as she comforted them. Then it hit me that she was that kind of person. Selfless, caring, doting, would sacrifice anything for her friends and family...... it was hard for anyone not to fall in love with her."

He turned his hand over, studying the wedding ring that he still wore to this day, the engravings of their initials being his prime interest.

"And at that moment I knew I had to have her. I couldn't let anyone else have her. I wanted her.... that love, compassion, empathy..her confidence and strong nature, I wanted-"

He stopped mid sentence and his eyes wizened in horror as he came to the realization I had foreseen long ago. He looked up at me, meeting my unwavering eyes that held no emotion at that moment.

"She had all the qualities I had always lacked in."

I took my glasses off and nodded.

"And I unconsciously wanted them for myself.... but the only way I could have them was...through her?" He seemed sickened with himself.

"Not exactly Yunho. You could have learnt to love yourself and raise your self esteem." I quickly scribbled my observation down.

"But I didn't. Instead I caged her up and slowly tore her down."

I couldn't help but let out an involuntary smile as he drew out that conclusion.

"Glad to know you've accepted that fact, even if it took several months for you to understand."

Shutting the notepad, I lifted myself up from my chair, straightening my blouse. Yunho followed suit.

"Is our session over?" He was always so polite, always escorting me out and holding the door open for me, which other doctors would have adamantly refused, too scared to come close to their patients. But not me. I let them have certain liberties at times.

"Not yet Yunho. As you've made remarkable progress, I got permission for you to see someone."

He was momentarily confused for a split second. Poor thing probably thought it was one of the nurses coming in to give him some new medication to take, which he hated with a passion. Stepping outside for a brief moment, I happily took the young baby in my arms, the little girl already used to seeing me as I always went to go see her after being with Yunho for a few hours. When I came back inside he had his back turned to me, once again staring off into nowhere. The light gurgled babbles the baby emitted caught his attention immediately. He whipped his head around so fast I thought he'd break his neck for a second. He teared up as the child began squealing in excitement as she recognized her father right away.

"Oh my-" He choked up with tears that he couldn't finish his sentence.

I calmly walked over to him, lightly bouncing the baby in my arms. Yunho hesitantly reached his hands out.

"Can I..?" He had such a hopeful glint in his eyes.

I didn't answer, I merely held his daughter out to him. As soon as she felt his embrace, she latched onto him as if he was one of the teddy bears she often slept with. Perhaps he was one.

No....he is one.

In my time of spending time with Yunho, I've come to strongly believe he is a sweet and tender individual. And judging by the way the little girl feels safe in his arms, I do believe he is capable of being truly loved.....

If he learns how to properly love not just someone else, but himself too.

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Stepping out of my car, I quickly grab the small pink bag on the passenger seat before locking it. Treading through the small patch of green grass, I ring the doorbell and wait for one of the occupants to open up for me. No surprise, I'm greeted by the same raven haired male I met nearly 3 years ago. He looks delighted to see me.

"Y/N. Hi!"

I wave at him, a small but genuine smile on my features.

"Hi Yunho. Did I come at a bad time?" I notice the apron covered in flour and leftover egg on it.

"Oh no not at all. Please come in."

Moving aside to let me pass, my nose catches the scent of baked goods filling the air. I can distinctly recognize the hints of lavender and french vanilla, an odd but surprisingly tasty combination. I spot out of the corner of my eye a little head peeking out from the kitchen, curious to know who had come to pay them a visit. Letting out a squeal, she quickly ran over to attach herself on my leg.

"Y/N!"

I chuckled and lightly run my fingers through her hair which was longer than the last time I saw it.

"Hi Jina, I see you've been baking something." We both chuckle as I scraped off some cake batter that had gotten on the tip of her button nose.

"Me and dad are making cupcakes for my friend's birthday party tomorrow." She explained.

"Wow that's a really nice gesture. I bet they'll turn out delicious."

Remembering that I was short on time and that I had one last task to carry out, I pull out the bag I had hidden behind my back and hand it to her.

"It's for you."

Her eyes began to sparkle so much they could rival all the stars in the galaxy. After thanking me like 20 thousand times, she plopped her tiny body on the couch to tear into the contents inside it. I shake my head before taking out a small paper from inside my trench coat.

"And this is for you."

Taking the slip from my fingers, Yunho opens it up and scans what it says. He seems confused for a moment, not fully understanding what it means. He looks to me once more, probably for the last time, asking for an explanation.

"It's your official release from the institution. No more drop in visits, no more eyes on you 24/7, and soon you won't have to continue with the prescribed medication, although when that happens they will send someone once in a while to check up and make sure you're ok without them."

Yunho nods but it is a rather sad and pained nod.

"So this means you won't be seeing us any longer?"

I inhale deeply and nod.

"This was a temporary thing until you got better Yunho. After all....I was only the doctor assigned to you."

It hurt me to say that as much as it probably hurt him, as much as it'd hurt Jina to know I wouldn't be coming back anymore.

"Can't we at least be friends?"

I hated seeing those puppy eyes of him practically beg me, signature trait he passed on to his daughter.

"That would be completely unprofessional of my part Yunho. I deeply cherish and treasure all the time we spent together and I'm beyond happy and satisfied that you've come so far since the start of our journey..."

I sighed deeply.

"But every journey has an end." He finished my sentence.

Extending his hand out to me, I took it and gave it a firm shake.

"I'm really going to miss you." He admitted.

"Me too. Me too."

Going over to the momentarily forgotten 4 year old, she let out an 'oof' when she suddenly found herself cooped up in my embrace.

"Take care of yourself and of your dad ok?"

I kissed the top of her head, her grinning face not registering that this might be the last time she ever saw me. Yunho walked me out the door and even escorted me all the way to my car. Always the gentleman, he held the door open for me. Before I could even get one foot inside, I felt a large hand grip my wrist. Turning to him, I was flustered when he suddenly pulled me close to him.

"Please don't leave. I need you....I..."

He looked conflicted with himself as he tried to finish his words. Taking a deep breath, he confessed:

"I love you."

My heart sank. He said the 3 words I hoped he'd never direct at me. Mainly because I was scared as he was. Don't get me wrong, Yunho is a wonderful man, and he truly deserves to be loved....

But am I certain that he has finally learned to love? Or is it because he feels he needs me?........

Only one way to find out.

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[harrisonwellsisdaddy]

Harry in public

Harry Wells/ Crissy Madlock

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."