SNOWBARRY: Sometimes Runs, Sometimes Can't

Chapter 13 - I'm Not Done With You Yet

Caitlin's POV

I wasn't sleeping, but I kept my eyes closed to make sure I was still here, still in this moment.

Barry's arms were wrapped around me, warm and solid. His bare skin felt softer than silk against mine, and just a touch from him was enough to send a tremor down my spine. And last night,  being held like that, like you're the most important thing...

He made me feel like myself again.

Memories of last night rushed back to me... his touch. Him. Everywhere. 

His low groan when I kissed him back, the way he looked at me. 

I could hardly believe it, but what I felt for this man... the way he made me feel..

No. I won't go there. I shook my head and tried to think about something less terrifying.

Barry Allen had turned my world inside out. My rules. My careful boundaries. Gone.

I shifted in bed and felt his hand slide slowly along my back, and in a heartbeat, he was on top of me, grinning.

"Good morning..." he said softly, eyes bright and impossibly close.

"Good indeed..." I managed, just before he leaned down, pressed his body to mine, and caught my lower lip gently between his teeth, followed by a slow, gentle kiss.

 Claiming me. Again.

 My breath hitched. His lips. Those lips. The way my heart leaped.

"If you keep doing that, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it."

"You handled it pretty well last night, Dr. Snow," he winked.

I glanced at him, a playful smile tugging at my lips. "Oh... appreciate the feedback. I'll make sure I'll submit yours by the end of the day."

"In person, I hope," he murmured against my ear, "There's so much more to...learn, Doctor," he continued. "Perhaps we could revise some of the topics from last night. I could certainly use a refresher". 

The grin on his face. What a flirt.

What have I done? How will I ever manage to get anything done around him?

I needed to think. 

To breathe..

Coffee. I thought to myself. That always helps. After all, that was why we came back to mine last night.

"Shoot, we forgot about the coffee last night." I said, changing the topic. 

Barry laughed, low and amused. "Tragic. Truly."

"You're insufferable, Barry Allen," I let out a low laugh as I tried to get out of bed.

Before I could move, he was already standing, pulling on his clothes from the dryer. 

Wait. When did he manage to do that? 

"It's too early for you to get up, and I'm not done with you yet. So, let me. I'll be back in a flash.....with coffee this time. Promise".

He gave me a wink that was entirely too smug, and then he was gone, leaving me in bed. Thinking over his promises.

Breakfast was... quick.

And by breakfast, I mean sneaking off for a lightning-quick shower while Barry fixed something to eat, only to come back and find him sitting at the edge of the bed, that determined smile on his face, holding out a mug like it was a peace offering.

I barely managed a single sip before we were tangled under the covers again, spending another hour revisiting a few points from the night before.

The morning was quiet, unhurried, and productive in its own way.

When Barry finally left to grab a change of clothes for work, I felt the ache of missing him before the door had even shut. 

Pathetic, I told myself. 

We'd see each other in an hour. At work.

Which is why my stomach dropped the moment I walked in and saw her at S.T.A.R. Labs.