[ She doesn't know why she needs to hear it — other than the obvious fact that consent is really, really sexy and very important all by itself — but the other half of it is just wanting to know that they'll be okay after this, that kissing him or whatever they end up doing next isn't going to ruin everything, that maybe it's actually going to make things better. She wants the kissing and the taking off her top and the thought she's harboring about slowly mouthing her way down his abs and whether or not they'll make it to her bed to all add up to something they both want, so that's why she doesn't just want to check in. She needs to. ]
Okay. [ She breathes it, more than a little relieved; she's down to her bra and leggings with her perch still in his lap now, and obviously even through the scratch of denim there's not much left to the imagination, which means she can already tell that the press of their bodies is having an effect on him too. Her first instinct is to duck her head, hide the flush in her cheeks, sink teeth into her lower lip — but then she peers up to his face instead, a soft chuckle escaping when he admits he's been trying to keep it together. ]
I mean, if you wanted to — to do that, that would be okay too. [ The vibrating, she means; it's not like it's anything she's ever felt before and obviously she's never thought about what it would mean for this but now that she's practically topless and in his lap, how can she not think about it? Her mind is racing ahead to whether he can limit it to different parts and if there are different speeds and — okay, Danvers, slow down.
She smiles down at him, warm and affectionate, and her arms slowly wind around his neck as she guides herself in until her top half is pressed to his. ] More than. [ She fits their mouths together again after that, slow but also confident enough to kiss him more deeply this time, maybe even subtly rocking her hips against his. ]
[ he's still a little unsure of the whole vibrating thing. (he's never gotten any complaints before, but, you know, none of those non-complainers knew who he was until after everything.) he wants to be barry and not barry-the-flash with her, but he also hasn't undergone numerous personal obstacles and lessons to only find himself back at square one when it comes to the fact barry allen is the flash and the flash is barry allen.
kara likes him for who he is, and she's made it clear numerous times (sometimes when he's having a freak out) that bartholomew henry allen is the flash and the flash is bartholomew henry allen, and his name isn't as horrible as he makes it out to be. just like she's supergirl and kara danvers and kara zor-el all wrapped into one. denying her the flash means denying her himself, and barry's never wanted to do that.
whew.
overthinking is a thing that happens quite often, and it's been occurring a lot more with her. he thought the moment she pressed her mouth to his that maybe he'd stop thinking, but it's only sped up.
just like it is now. instead of focusing on the feel of her mouth against his, he's thinking, and that thinking leads to more thinking, which only spirals into him, well, not thinking. because he stops.
palming her back, he smiles against her lips and thinks a good thought this time.
what part of him should he vibrate?
his fingers hum very, very lightly, but that's not the part of himself he wants to vibrate. barry tries to distract her by opening his mouth beneath hers before he actually tries vibrating his lips and tongue. ]
[ This doesn't happen easily for her — not with regular people, and especially not with people who don't know the truth about her. She's had to be so, so careful to hold back, to not run the risk of accidentally using her powers and hurting someone, that it's kept her from letting herself have what she wants for so long.
And maybe she could've included Barry on that list before, but a big part of her hadn't wanted to risk the friendship they already have, something full of support and honesty and really good ice cream, for the sake of something else.
She might be throwing herself into the deep end metaphorically, but here she can almost tell that he's thinking about something and it nearly makes her lean back from him to ask about what's on his mind. Of course, that's the moment he then chooses to test that vibrating potential against her, lips and tongue offering those low pulsations to prompt a soft laugh from her throat at the lightly ticklish sensation. It's a surprised sound more than anything else, but obviously what he's doing is making her mind race ahead to the potential of other places he could be doing it in, and it makes her unconsciously squeeze him with her thighs a little tighter. ]
You're so full of surprises. [ She breaks the kiss to breathe that sentiment against his lips, tipping their foreheads together, but she's smiling from behind closed eyes as she strokes his jawline with her thumb, slow and affectionate, and when she ducks her head it's in order to mouth over the column of his throat, trailing kisses down toward his shirt collar. ]
[ barry sighs, enjoying how warm her lips are against his neck. his pulse beats fast—possibly as fast as him—and so loud he thinks she must hear it. ]
You're full of super surprises. [ he flushes a red akin to the colour of his very first suit. he laughs, knowing how lame that is, but if anyone's going to appreciate his lame puns, it's kara.
he takes a moment to enjoy her mouth on his neck before he even thinks of what he wants to do next. while he had once kept a wall up between him and his partner post-being hit by lightning so as not to reveal who he truly was, he doesn't have to have that wall up anymore. it's smashed down like supergirl's literally flown through it—and maybe she has, considering he's stopped thinking a lot about the bad "what ifs" and has started considering the good ones.
there's another good "what if" he wants to entertain.
flattening his palms against her back, he vibrates his fingertips lightly, wanting to create a warm sensation that's both comfortable and distracting for her. he focuses his attention on her thighs flanking his sides, enjoying that she could easily crush him like a twig if she really wanted to.
as if to remind her that she can do just that, he vibrates his thighs, a little faster than he had his tongue and mouth. ]
[ Kara snorts, a very unattractive sound that gets halfway-stifled against the column of Barry's throat, and she can definitely hear the way his pulse speeds up, but mostly because she's made a habit of trying to keep an ear out for anyone she's closer to, anyone where an accelerated heartbeat might indicate that they're actually in trouble or she can't locate them through any other means. It's helped before, when she's had to search for a kidnapped Alex in National City, but right now, it just lets her know she's on the right track. ]
You're such a dork.
[ But she says it with every ounce of endeared affection she can muster, especially because she's in the middle of nuzzling underneath his jawline — has he always smelled this good and she's just never picked up on it before, or are these feel-good sensations making her rethink everything she thought she knew about her best friend? Either way, she's not thinking about much of anything when he guides his hands to her back and initiates that vibration, making her instinctively gasp and then arch into his touch because of how nice it feels. ]
Oh, that's — [ And then her mouth drops open a little when he does the same move with his thighs beneath her, and she really can't elaborate on where she feels that the most, but the fact that she leans forward with a hand braced on the couch cushion behind him and reflexively rolls her hips down into it is probably an indication of what she's experiencing, especially since she can't seem to stop herself from reacting. ]
Okay, I always knew you could do that, I guess I just didn't know you could do that. [ As in, use it while he's getting busy, or something that could very easily get her off if that's what he's after here. ]
[ barry smiles as he peers up at her, feeling very much like that was the best move. he hasn't used it a lot—ever since accidentally vibrating during his earlier days as being the flash, he's done his best to perfect his control over it—but he thinks the minimal use is worth it.
arching his brow, he smiles playfully, ] It wasn't too much?
[ if anyone can take him vibrating through the couch, it's supergirl, but sometimes even barry wants to treat kara like she isn't some indestructible force. she deserves to feel special. ]
Too soft?
[ as if to prove how soft his vibrations can go, he concentrates and vibrates his thighs ever so softly, it feeling like a gentle hum. his skin flushes warm from the movement and the fact he knows it's turning kara on. ]
Too much?
[ cue him speeding it up, a little more intense than it was before. it's a short, intense burst before his thighs return back to muggle status. ]
[ It’s... new, mostly, seeing Barry make that kind of face at her, more than just his usual brand of conspiratorial mischief that she’s more used to from The Flash when they’ve just hatched a brilliant plan together on the fly. No, this is... well, sexy feels like an accurate way of putting it when he arches one eyebrow at her like that, makes her teeth hook a hold into her lower lip and her cheeks flush bright pink. It’s a reaction she’s not used to having for him either if her ducking her head to avert her gaze is any indication.
And then he vibrates beneath her again and she draws in a breath, sharp, through her nose; there’s no way he doesn’t know what she’s feeling when he does that, even when it’s gentle enough to tickle the underside of her thighs and subtly between them. ]
No, it’s — [ She gasps even more when he does it again — faster, harder — and her hands drop to reflexively clutch his shoulders, although she has to stop herself from squeezing too hard so she doesn’t risk breaking a bone or something terrible. Instead, she leans into him with an awed chuckle, tipping their foreheads together. ] I’m just thinking about what that would be like — [ During. ] — and... I think you might be on to something there, Barry Allen.
[ She ducks in to nose along the curve of his neck, pressing her lips there softly, a gentle trail all the way up to his ear where she ventures a nibble of the lower lobe. ] But maybe we should, you know, go to the other room first? [ As much as she doesn’t want to get off him, she’d also prefer that this happen in an actual bed, not the couch. ]
[ 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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Okay. [ She breathes it, more than a little relieved; she's down to her bra and leggings with her perch still in his lap now, and obviously even through the scratch of denim there's not much left to the imagination, which means she can already tell that the press of their bodies is having an effect on him too. Her first instinct is to duck her head, hide the flush in her cheeks, sink teeth into her lower lip — but then she peers up to his face instead, a soft chuckle escaping when he admits he's been trying to keep it together. ]
I mean, if you wanted to — to do that, that would be okay too. [ The vibrating, she means; it's not like it's anything she's ever felt before and obviously she's never thought about what it would mean for this but now that she's practically topless and in his lap, how can she not think about it? Her mind is racing ahead to whether he can limit it to different parts and if there are different speeds and — okay, Danvers, slow down.
She smiles down at him, warm and affectionate, and her arms slowly wind around his neck as she guides herself in until her top half is pressed to his. ] More than. [ She fits their mouths together again after that, slow but also confident enough to kiss him more deeply this time, maybe even subtly rocking her hips against his. ]
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kara likes him for who he is, and she's made it clear numerous times (sometimes when he's having a freak out) that bartholomew henry allen is the flash and the flash is bartholomew henry allen, and his name isn't as horrible as he makes it out to be. just like she's supergirl and kara danvers and kara zor-el all wrapped into one. denying her the flash means denying her himself, and barry's never wanted to do that.
whew.
overthinking is a thing that happens quite often, and it's been occurring a lot more with her. he thought the moment she pressed her mouth to his that maybe he'd stop thinking, but it's only sped up.
just like it is now. instead of focusing on the feel of her mouth against his, he's thinking, and that thinking leads to more thinking, which only spirals into him, well, not thinking. because he stops.
palming her back, he smiles against her lips and thinks a good thought this time.
what part of him should he vibrate?
his fingers hum very, very lightly, but that's not the part of himself he wants to vibrate. barry tries to distract her by opening his mouth beneath hers before he actually tries vibrating his lips and tongue. ]
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And maybe she could've included Barry on that list before, but a big part of her hadn't wanted to risk the friendship they already have, something full of support and honesty and really good ice cream, for the sake of something else.
She might be throwing herself into the deep end metaphorically, but here she can almost tell that he's thinking about something and it nearly makes her lean back from him to ask about what's on his mind. Of course, that's the moment he then chooses to test that vibrating potential against her, lips and tongue offering those low pulsations to prompt a soft laugh from her throat at the lightly ticklish sensation. It's a surprised sound more than anything else, but obviously what he's doing is making her mind race ahead to the potential of other places he could be doing it in, and it makes her unconsciously squeeze him with her thighs a little tighter. ]
You're so full of surprises. [ She breaks the kiss to breathe that sentiment against his lips, tipping their foreheads together, but she's smiling from behind closed eyes as she strokes his jawline with her thumb, slow and affectionate, and when she ducks her head it's in order to mouth over the column of his throat, trailing kisses down toward his shirt collar. ]
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You're full of super surprises. [ he flushes a red akin to the colour of his very first suit. he laughs, knowing how lame that is, but if anyone's going to appreciate his lame puns, it's kara.
he takes a moment to enjoy her mouth on his neck before he even thinks of what he wants to do next. while he had once kept a wall up between him and his partner post-being hit by lightning so as not to reveal who he truly was, he doesn't have to have that wall up anymore. it's smashed down like supergirl's literally flown through it—and maybe she has, considering he's stopped thinking a lot about the bad "what ifs" and has started considering the good ones.
there's another good "what if" he wants to entertain.
flattening his palms against her back, he vibrates his fingertips lightly, wanting to create a warm sensation that's both comfortable and distracting for her. he focuses his attention on her thighs flanking his sides, enjoying that she could easily crush him like a twig if she really wanted to.
as if to remind her that she can do just that, he vibrates his thighs, a little faster than he had his tongue and mouth. ]
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You're such a dork.
[ But she says it with every ounce of endeared affection she can muster, especially because she's in the middle of nuzzling underneath his jawline — has he always smelled this good and she's just never picked up on it before, or are these feel-good sensations making her rethink everything she thought she knew about her best friend? Either way, she's not thinking about much of anything when he guides his hands to her back and initiates that vibration, making her instinctively gasp and then arch into his touch because of how nice it feels. ]
Oh, that's — [ And then her mouth drops open a little when he does the same move with his thighs beneath her, and she really can't elaborate on where she feels that the most, but the fact that she leans forward with a hand braced on the couch cushion behind him and reflexively rolls her hips down into it is probably an indication of what she's experiencing, especially since she can't seem to stop herself from reacting. ]
Okay, I always knew you could do that, I guess I just didn't know you could do that. [ As in, use it while he's getting busy, or something that could very easily get her off if that's what he's after here. ]
i think you mean vibrates
arching his brow, he smiles playfully, ] It wasn't too much?
[ if anyone can take him vibrating through the couch, it's supergirl, but sometimes even barry wants to treat kara like she isn't some indestructible force. she deserves to feel special. ]
Too soft?
[ as if to prove how soft his vibrations can go, he concentrates and vibrates his thighs ever so softly, it feeling like a gentle hum. his skin flushes warm from the movement and the fact he knows it's turning kara on. ]
Too much?
[ cue him speeding it up, a little more intense than it was before. it's a short, intense burst before his thighs return back to muggle status. ]
vibrates in with a whole new un even
And then he vibrates beneath her again and she draws in a breath, sharp, through her nose; there’s no way he doesn’t know what she’s feeling when he does that, even when it’s gentle enough to tickle the underside of her thighs and subtly between them. ]
No, it’s — [ She gasps even more when he does it again — faster, harder — and her hands drop to reflexively clutch his shoulders, although she has to stop herself from squeezing too hard so she doesn’t risk breaking a bone or something terrible. Instead, she leans into him with an awed chuckle, tipping their foreheads together. ] I’m just thinking about what that would be like — [ During. ] — and... I think you might be on to something there, Barry Allen.
[ She ducks in to nose along the curve of his neck, pressing her lips there softly, a gentle trail all the way up to his ear where she ventures a nibble of the lower lobe. ] But maybe we should, you know, go to the other room first? [ As much as she doesn’t want to get off him, she’d also prefer that this happen in an actual bed, not the couch. ]
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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. ]