[ it's charming to know he can take supergirl by surprise. he always holds the super family in high admiration, clark always seemingly chuckling at his jokes as if he could literally see through him and spy the joke making its way up from his gut to his throat.
but he's not thinking of clark right now. really, he wonders if kara can see that tightly inside of him, and spy the nerves that light his cells on fire. can she see how he wants to vibrate during sex—god, he flushes and then that settles quickly, another benefit of being quick—and see how she reacts? he doesn't vibrate right now out of sheer nervousness from practice and from the simple comfort of her presence.
brows lifting, he looks shocked. ] Oh!
[ before he even finishes his exhale, he grips her and catapults them off the couch, zipping quickly through the short hallway and to the bedroom. he drops her on the bed like he's the super and hovers over her, knees flanking her thighs and his skin lit with tendrils of kinetic energy. if she wants to be on top, she can easily make that so.
[ In fairness, she's half-convinced that her cousin purposefully attempts to make Barry squirm just for his own amusement, but she's also not thinking of Clark right now; her thoughts couldn't be any further from anything that isn't Barry and his warmth underneath her and her incredibly conscious of the fact that she's still only mostly covered by her bra.
She doesn't get to mention that, or even move to adjust the problem; in what feels like the blink of an eye, they've gone from the couch to the bed and she drops down against the mattress with a whoosh of breath, almost already laughing as he hovers over her, crackling with light and speed and whatever else makes him almost glow in her sight. ]
I'm never going to get over you doing that.
[ But she reaches up, hand slipping across the nape of his neck to guide him down to her; she wants the press of him too much to wait, is too eager to kiss him again. Maybe she'll flip them over eventually, want to be on top too much and let her impatience get the better of her.
For now, though, she just surges up to meet him halfway in it, thumb sweeping across the edge of his jaw as she finds his mouth and then gives an intentional tug to the hem of his shirt. Time to start ditching layers, Allen. ]
[ despite being a quick talker, thinker and actor, barry's a bit too slow to question what she's never going to get over. it should be pretty simple given that it's kind of obvious… but barry's head is somewhere else.
smiling and laughing softly against her lips, he furrows his brows, suddenly a slow learner and thinker. he thinks about vibrating out of his shirt, but he does want some part of this to feel normal. they're not the flash and supergirl, but just barry and kara. that in itself is pretty amazing to him.
he pulls his hands away from her and reluctantly leans back. resting his weight on his knees flanking her, he tugs at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. it's hardly sexy, but he drops his shirt to the bed and peers down at her with an amused smile and frown. ]
What are you never going to get over?
[ he needs details. it's in his nature to hunger for them. ]
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but he's not thinking of clark right now. really, he wonders if kara can see that tightly inside of him, and spy the nerves that light his cells on fire. can she see how he wants to vibrate during sex—god, he flushes and then that settles quickly, another benefit of being quick—and see how she reacts? he doesn't vibrate right now out of sheer nervousness from practice and from the simple comfort of her presence.
brows lifting, he looks shocked. ] Oh!
[ before he even finishes his exhale, he grips her and catapults them off the couch, zipping quickly through the short hallway and to the bedroom. he drops her on the bed like he's the super and hovers over her, knees flanking her thighs and his skin lit with tendrils of kinetic energy. if she wants to be on top, she can easily make that so.
he grins brightly down at her. ] Hey.
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She doesn't get to mention that, or even move to adjust the problem; in what feels like the blink of an eye, they've gone from the couch to the bed and she drops down against the mattress with a whoosh of breath, almost already laughing as he hovers over her, crackling with light and speed and whatever else makes him almost glow in her sight. ]
I'm never going to get over you doing that.
[ But she reaches up, hand slipping across the nape of his neck to guide him down to her; she wants the press of him too much to wait, is too eager to kiss him again. Maybe she'll flip them over eventually, want to be on top too much and let her impatience get the better of her.
For now, though, she just surges up to meet him halfway in it, thumb sweeping across the edge of his jaw as she finds his mouth and then gives an intentional tug to the hem of his shirt. Time to start ditching layers, Allen. ]
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smiling and laughing softly against her lips, he furrows his brows, suddenly a slow learner and thinker. he thinks about vibrating out of his shirt, but he does want some part of this to feel normal. they're not the flash and supergirl, but just barry and kara. that in itself is pretty amazing to him.
he pulls his hands away from her and reluctantly leans back. resting his weight on his knees flanking her, he tugs at the hem of his shirt to pull it off. it's hardly sexy, but he drops his shirt to the bed and peers down at her with an amused smile and frown. ]
What are you never going to get over?
[ he needs details. it's in his nature to hunger for them. ]