archimedes |b. allen|

please don't go

please don't go

Out of all the superpowers to get, superspeed really wasn't at the top of the list for me. Sure, it seemed cool to be fast, but I always figured teleporting was cooler. Or maybe using it to time travel made it more desirable. But again, I'd rather just have the cut and dry power of actual time travel. And the lightning generation thing he could do? Didn't really appeal to me, couldn't even come up with a practical use for that.

But right now? Speed felt like a god damn luxury.

My back hits the front door of my apartment, just enough to hear it latch behind us. My arms are still slung loosely around Barry's neck as his lips work mine. He puts one hand on the door, right next to my face while the other reaches for the deadbolt, locking us in.

A breathy laugh starts to escape from my nose just as a sigh fans across my face, Barry pulling back to look down at me with narrowed eyes. "What are you laughing at?"

I peer up at him through hooded eyes, feeling drunk on something other than rum. I couldn't believe this was happening. "You just—" a giggle erupts past my lips, "—you have me all to yourself in this apartment, and the first thing you do is lock the door?"

His light blue eyes sear into mine, looking at me in a way that I know is going to fuck me up forever. I can't help it that my eyes flick down to his lips, my hands sliding down his neck, moving to toy with the neckline of his white undershirt. His lips just look so soft, and fuck, I know they are.

"Maybe I wanna make sure I can keep you all to myself," he answers, eyes copying my actions and darting down to my lips too.

And that was all it really took, wasn't it?

I yank him down to me by his shirt, forcing his lips to mine and groaning at the contact. God, I swear this had to be some kind of drug.

His hand that had gone to lock the door appears at my hip, thumb running over the material of my jeans before giving it a hard squeeze. I can't help the yip that leaves my lips as he surprises me, but he only takes the opportunity to kiss me harder.

Something takes over me, and suddenly my hands are pawing at his denim button up, attempting to rip it off his shoulders and down his arms. I needed more, and I needed it now. His lips curve against mine, and he's almost stopped kissing me entirely to smile instead.

"What?" I try not to appear nearly as annoyed or desperate as I am.

He looks down at me, the smile slowly morphing into a smirk as his knuckles brush against my chin, pulling my mouth closer to his. "Nothing."

Our lips collide. His pillowy lips press so delicately on mine, before we both dive all in. And then it's a tangle of limbs and haphazardly thrown clothes as we shuffle down the hall to my room.

I'm just in my underwear and top when we finally land on my bed, while Barry has been stripped down to his boxers. Goosebumps form along my skin as he runs his hand up my stomach, under my shirt, and a spark shoots from his fingertips, causing every hair on my body to raise.

I reposition myself better on his lap, earning a groan from the back of Barry's throat as my hips grind against his. But he disconnects our lips and throws his head back as his hand that had been exploring under my shirt brushes against the base of my breast.

"Are you trying to kill me?" he whispers against my lips, pulling me into another hungry kiss that makes my whole body heat as he realizes I'm not wearing a bra.

But all I can do in response is moan into his mouth as I kiss him, grinding my hips back down into his. We both let out a sigh of relief, and I find my fingers gliding down his chest, fiddling with the band of his boxers. Before I can even get a grip on the material, Barry is flipping us over, hovering over me as his light eyes dance across my face, like he's trying to memorize every little detail. I wonder if I look the same.