Dr. Harrison Wells (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
harrisonwells) wrote2016-03-01 01:24 pm
EUDIO: IC INBOX
"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."
text | voice | video | network un: starlabs
"This is Dr. Harrison Wells. Leave a message. A relevant message."
text | voice | video | network un: starlabs
I know.
Someone may give you a reason to someday. It won’t be me.
Someone may give you a reason to someday. It won’t be me.
You never answered my question. About whether she looks like her mother. I found out firsthand.
It’s funny. I wasn’t ready.
It’s funny. I wasn’t ready.
She looked like me when she was younger. She grew out of it by the time she went to school. Her teachers always knew who her mother was, even when they were meeting her for the first time.
She’s lovely. Whip-smart. As soon as I turned around she knew something was wrong.
You must be very proud.
You must be very proud.
I see her mother’s face sometimes when I close my eyes. Startling to see in person. The heart remembers, even if the mind’s been subsumed.
Subsumed. That's a pretty word for it.
I see her mother's face everywhere in Earth-1. It's colder there. Blue-shifted.
I see her mother's face everywhere in Earth-1. It's colder there. Blue-shifted.
I’m glad Jesse was old enough to remember her.
She was my joy through all of that.
Why am I telling you any of this? All of your memories are stolen. You don't really know anything about her.
Why am I telling you any of this? All of your memories are stolen. You don't really know anything about her.
You’re right. I don’t.
But she’s in this body. In the heart, in its nerve endings, its bones. It remembers something extraordinary. And I do, in turn. Whether I want to or not.
That’s all.
But she’s in this body. In the heart, in its nerve endings, its bones. It remembers something extraordinary. And I do, in turn. Whether I want to or not.
That’s all.
Edited 2016-04-08 06:35 (UTC)
You should want to remember her. She was indescribable.
If you'd met her to her face, she would have stepped over you without breaking her stride. Reverse Flash.
If you'd met her to her face, she would have stepped over you without breaking her stride. Reverse Flash.
definitely a good thing. see you soon.
[ not that Gwen's just been sitting around waiting to meet him. ..she really hasn't! she's had stuff to do, okay. but her stuff is timing out just fine, especially now that she knows he'll be there when he said he would. cool. okay. whatever. this is all- fine. it's just a hook up. she might not even show up exactly on time, that's how casual this is.
but yeah, eventually she gets there, a few minutes late because whatever, and she actually knocks on the door instead of wallcrawling over to his window. see that? totally patient. ]
[ not that Gwen's just been sitting around waiting to meet him. ..she really hasn't! she's had stuff to do, okay. but her stuff is timing out just fine, especially now that she knows he'll be there when he said he would. cool. okay. whatever. this is all- fine. it's just a hook up. she might not even show up exactly on time, that's how casual this is.
but yeah, eventually she gets there, a few minutes late because whatever, and she actually knocks on the door instead of wallcrawling over to his window. see that? totally patient. ]
[In fact, he's been home long enough to become absorbed in a book, so instead of getting up from the couch where he'd landed once getting home, he just calls absently:]
It's open.
[When she comes in, she'll find him in the customary black, sprawled back on the overstuffed couch, booted feet crossed on the coffee table, glasses on, book in hand, drink untouched on the table next to him.]
It's open.
[When she comes in, she'll find him in the customary black, sprawled back on the overstuffed couch, booted feet crossed on the coffee table, glasses on, book in hand, drink untouched on the table next to him.]
[ here's the problem with Gwen Stacy trying to act patient - she's totally not. ever. especially when she's already kind of horny because this is a booty call, plain and simple, and that makes it impossible to think of anything but what they might get up to tonight. so she steps into his apartment, ready to have to kind of look around for him ( and she's actually not the type to snoop around someone's apartment when left alone, so she'd really head right for wherever he's at ), but he's right there.
just chilling on the couch.
oh.
it's a little absurd how quickly her brain sinks into the gutter this time around, it really is.
she doesn't even say anything, she just reaches to pull her shirt over her head, toes off her shoes. she leaves her clothes behind as she steps further into his apartment, towards the couch, until she's there in just her socks and underwear ( her bra and undies don't match, but she's wearing a cute bra instead of her basic sports bra like she might normally. oh yeah! somebody's trying to dress cute for her very lowkey booty call, yep ), stepping around the coffee table so she can lift her foot and drop it on the other side of his extended legs.
it'd be easy to steal the book from him, crawl onto his lap right now, but she'll wait ]
just chilling on the couch.
oh.
it's a little absurd how quickly her brain sinks into the gutter this time around, it really is.
she doesn't even say anything, she just reaches to pull her shirt over her head, toes off her shoes. she leaves her clothes behind as she steps further into his apartment, towards the couch, until she's there in just her socks and underwear ( her bra and undies don't match, but she's wearing a cute bra instead of her basic sports bra like she might normally. oh yeah! somebody's trying to dress cute for her very lowkey booty call, yep ), stepping around the coffee table so she can lift her foot and drop it on the other side of his extended legs.
it'd be easy to steal the book from him, crawl onto his lap right now, but she'll wait ]
[He's been coiled too tense for too long not to know when someone else comes into a room he's in—it isn't even any metahuman ability, just old-fashioned paranoia—but with an effort, he keeps his eyes on the book and his face expressionless until she's standing over him, stripped almost bare, like he's accidentally fallen asleep and is about to have a truly excellent wet dream.
Now he does lift his eyes, rakes them over her, and yes, he actually takes the time to mark his place in the book before closing it and setting it on the table next to the glass.
The glasses go next, slipped off as he's looking up at her, set carefully on the book, and then he spreads his arms along the back of the couch. There's a heat in his eyes now, since his very feeble attempt to claim they shouldn't do this. But Gwen wants to be his bad idea. And she's doing solid work.]
Hello, bad idea.
Now he does lift his eyes, rakes them over her, and yes, he actually takes the time to mark his place in the book before closing it and setting it on the table next to the glass.
The glasses go next, slipped off as he's looking up at her, set carefully on the book, and then he spreads his arms along the back of the couch. There's a heat in his eyes now, since his very feeble attempt to claim they shouldn't do this. But Gwen wants to be his bad idea. And she's doing solid work.]
Hello, bad idea.
Hey, Dr. Wells.
[ it shouldn't turn her on to be thought of or acknowledged like that, but it does, it so does. she hums a laugh behind her smirk, eyes following where he put his stuff down just so she can reach back and pick up that glass he clearly abandoned. she takes a small sip from it ( Gwen can handle her booze, that doesn't mean she's tried everything under the sun and knows she can handle the taste ) before finally scooting forward so she can press her knees into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, staying up on her knees that way even once she's settled.
but it's only so after she takes another sip of his drink, she has to stretch back far to put the glass down on the table again. she's not a striptease kinda gal, she has the grace and mobility of a spider, but she's still just Gwen. still, she knows the kind of power her body can command when she shows off her flexibility and balance, so she's willing to show that off in little ways. so she stretches back slowly, gives him something to watch, stretches the lines of her body out nice and long before she's sitting up and leaning forward so her hands can grip the back of the couch just over his shoulders, all one fluid movement.
her pout doesn't reach her eyes, but she tries ]
You haven't changed your mind on me, have you?
[ it shouldn't turn her on to be thought of or acknowledged like that, but it does, it so does. she hums a laugh behind her smirk, eyes following where he put his stuff down just so she can reach back and pick up that glass he clearly abandoned. she takes a small sip from it ( Gwen can handle her booze, that doesn't mean she's tried everything under the sun and knows she can handle the taste ) before finally scooting forward so she can press her knees into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, staying up on her knees that way even once she's settled.
but it's only so after she takes another sip of his drink, she has to stretch back far to put the glass down on the table again. she's not a striptease kinda gal, she has the grace and mobility of a spider, but she's still just Gwen. still, she knows the kind of power her body can command when she shows off her flexibility and balance, so she's willing to show that off in little ways. so she stretches back slowly, gives him something to watch, stretches the lines of her body out nice and long before she's sitting up and leaning forward so her hands can grip the back of the couch just over his shoulders, all one fluid movement.
her pout doesn't reach her eyes, but she tries ]
You haven't changed your mind on me, have you?
[None of her slow, languorous sipping and arching to put the glass down is really dispelling the lingering idea that he might have fallen asleep and this is a dream. But he hasn't, it isn't, and he isn't shy about admiring the planes of muscle beneath smooth skin as she moves and comes back to him. She's so eager, but she's taking her time to show off, just like she'd promised last time.
Which is why he doesn't reach out until she's got her hands on either side of him, sitting up so he has to tip his head back to see her face. The pout makes him laugh, a little huff of breath, as he finally lifts a hand and trails his fingers lightly up her left side to skim the border where her bra meets her skin.]
Well. Since you're here. And you came all this way, I suppose you...must have something on your mind.
[And his palm flattens against her ribs, slides around to her back, all the way down to curve around her ass, and back up.]
What is it?
Which is why he doesn't reach out until she's got her hands on either side of him, sitting up so he has to tip his head back to see her face. The pout makes him laugh, a little huff of breath, as he finally lifts a hand and trails his fingers lightly up her left side to skim the border where her bra meets her skin.]
Well. Since you're here. And you came all this way, I suppose you...must have something on your mind.
[And his palm flattens against her ribs, slides around to her back, all the way down to curve around her ass, and back up.]
What is it?
[ truth be told, her plans pretty much only extended as far as convincing him not to give this up. it's dirty, and she knows having his daughter here pushes that fact a lot harder, but dirty isn't always wrong. this place is all about snuggles and fluffygoodtimes, but it's also been made clear to her that more is just as good. it's all working towards the same cause of powering up this city that's built on physical connections. so there's that.
and there's also the fact that it's hot, the way he's watching her, how he treats her, even. she's selfish enough to push for that, even with his daughter here being a sound reminder of how filthy it is ]
Right now? Only thing on my mind are your hands. I'm thinking about what it'd be like to stay just like this and letting you touch me however you want. [ clearly, the way she stays so still for him, except when they move over her ass, up along her back. she arches to the touch, a slow bend that moves her body a little closer to his, even as her arms stay as a steady brace against the couch. her hair drops forward when she leans her face towards his a little more, eyes falling shut while she hums her gratitude for how good his hands feel on her skin ] I'm your bad idea, remember? Tell me what you need.
and there's also the fact that it's hot, the way he's watching her, how he treats her, even. she's selfish enough to push for that, even with his daughter here being a sound reminder of how filthy it is ]
Right now? Only thing on my mind are your hands. I'm thinking about what it'd be like to stay just like this and letting you touch me however you want. [ clearly, the way she stays so still for him, except when they move over her ass, up along her back. she arches to the touch, a slow bend that moves her body a little closer to his, even as her arms stay as a steady brace against the couch. her hair drops forward when she leans her face towards his a little more, eyes falling shut while she hums her gratitude for how good his hands feel on her skin ] I'm your bad idea, remember? Tell me what you need.
[There's a little rush that comes from that, he has to admit it. There's a rush that comes from someone like this, young and gorgeous and sexy, offering that to him, meaning every word. His hand glides the rest of the way up her back, into her hair to tighten for a moment so he can watch the way she reacts to that.
Their crashing together in his lab had been fast and intense, but he remembers the things he'd done that she'd liked in particular. Pulling her hair is one of them. His other hand moves to settle back on her ass, squeezing and kneading for a moment but he isn't going to spank her again, not yet. That's too easy. Instead he'll press her a little closer, close enough to get his mouth onto her neck with a quiet little sigh, because this is what he wants, whether or not he should.] I want you like this. God, you're tempting. I want every inch of you.
Their crashing together in his lab had been fast and intense, but he remembers the things he'd done that she'd liked in particular. Pulling her hair is one of them. His other hand moves to settle back on her ass, squeezing and kneading for a moment but he isn't going to spank her again, not yet. That's too easy. Instead he'll press her a little closer, close enough to get his mouth onto her neck with a quiet little sigh, because this is what he wants, whether or not he should.] I want you like this. God, you're tempting. I want every inch of you.
[ her head tips back that little bit into the grip of his hand, jaw dropped open, making her moan sound rougher than she would have liked. like she's showing her cards too soon, how needy she is. one hand moves from the couch to his shoulder, just to support herself a little better. her balance might be perfect, but it's hard to tap into that when she's so distracted already.
it feels good, being handled this way, thought of this way, talked to like that. this is a kind of want she can handle, one she feels in control of, for sure, even as she offers something like control to him. there's trust there, sure, because Barry and Cisco both trust him, and that's enough to enable every dirty thought she's had about him since they first met. she curses herself a little bit for leaving her underwear on, because while she can reach a hand back to pinch open the hook of her bra and let it hang open by the straps, she can't do a damn thing about the way each squeeze of his fingers is dragging the fabric over her in the worst kind of tease ]
Then give in to it. [ she doesn't want to just be tempting, she wants to push it. it's why her moan just from the way he's still gripping her hair and her ass is laced with a smile ] Take what you want, Dr. Wells.
it feels good, being handled this way, thought of this way, talked to like that. this is a kind of want she can handle, one she feels in control of, for sure, even as she offers something like control to him. there's trust there, sure, because Barry and Cisco both trust him, and that's enough to enable every dirty thought she's had about him since they first met. she curses herself a little bit for leaving her underwear on, because while she can reach a hand back to pinch open the hook of her bra and let it hang open by the straps, she can't do a damn thing about the way each squeeze of his fingers is dragging the fabric over her in the worst kind of tease ]
Then give in to it. [ she doesn't want to just be tempting, she wants to push it. it's why her moan just from the way he's still gripping her hair and her ass is laced with a smile ] Take what you want, Dr. Wells.
[And there's no reason to leave her bra dangling there, is there? So he's curling his fingers between the cups and tugging it forward, down her arms, and it ends up on the other end of the couch, easily found later tonight (or tomorrow morning) assuming they don't need to toss it anywhere else.
Her arms go right back where they'd been, and he hadn't even needed to urge that, so his hand goes right back to where it was too, sliding along the last scrap of fabric, but this time dipping to stroke a finger between her legs. This, he hasn't done before, this is new, still clothed head to toe, even long sleeves, with his partner a breath away from stripped bare. He watches her face as his fingers spread against the fabric, then dip beneath it to slide into her folds.]
What I want. [And now he's whispering, that harsh, low sound as he works his fingers slow, and his other hand stays tight in her hair.] I want to watch you come like this, Ms. Stacy. Just like this. Do you think you can do that?
Her arms go right back where they'd been, and he hadn't even needed to urge that, so his hand goes right back to where it was too, sliding along the last scrap of fabric, but this time dipping to stroke a finger between her legs. This, he hasn't done before, this is new, still clothed head to toe, even long sleeves, with his partner a breath away from stripped bare. He watches her face as his fingers spread against the fabric, then dip beneath it to slide into her folds.]
What I want. [And now he's whispering, that harsh, low sound as he works his fingers slow, and his other hand stays tight in her hair.] I want to watch you come like this, Ms. Stacy. Just like this. Do you think you can do that?
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