harrisonwells | EUDIO: IC INBOX

I don't wanna sleep either.

[ she's being kind of a brat, she knows, like she's finding more things to pout about or something. but his chin rests on her shoulder and she's reaching up to scratch her fingers back through his hair, which makes it easy to arch her back, which of course leads to her pressing back into his hold on her even more. it's all slow moving, lazy in the low summer heat of his room, but deliberate in whatever way, sure. she scrunches her fingers in his hair and tips her face towards his, not really turning her body yet, but it's probably obvious she's thinking about it ]

Let's not sleep yet.

Let me guess.

[It's half a joke, half not, if she wants to roll around and get into more trouble. He isn't exactly going to object, and he's already tipping his head into her fingers. If this is what's going to help, he's happy to help.

It's hard to know what's going to help the most. He's already lost someone he loved to the ends of the earth, he knows something about what that feels like, but it's not exactly the same. There isn't a version of her walking around the city who has never met him. He can't imagine that. It makes him tighten his arms a little more, pulling her flush against him, like maybe enough contact will shield her from whatever emotions are roiling through her because of this mercurial city. That's not what he's for, he knows, but it's a time of night when maybe he can be excused his brief deeper feeling.]

Not talk either?

Maybe some talk. Only a little.

[ she's grinning when she finally straightens out so she can turn around in his arms, movement not stopping until she's pushing him onto his back and kneeling over him. she keeps her body close because she's not looking to tease, not really, not when it's more interesting to fold her arms near his shoulders and dip down to kiss him. her thighs tuck close against him so she can rock her hips just a little tiny bit, movement that comes easily with the enthusiasm of her kiss.

she's not rushing, she's just insisting, in a way. ]

[He knows from experience that they can do this for a lot longer than he'd really expected. He'd always assumed he was past the makeouts-for-hours stage, but as in several other things, Gwen has proven him wrong. He moves easily with her by now, hands shifting to slide down her back and up again, settling on her ribs as he tips his head to kiss back, pushing a little harder.

Okay, they'll leave it. For right now. It's not easy for Harrison to think about this version of Barry either, it must be ten times worse for her, and if he can distract her from that, he's more than happy to oblige.]

[ meanwhile, Gwen's just all about kissing. the stuff that comes after is great too, but making out for a good long while is one of her favorite things. especially when it starts to get a little frustrating after a while. she likes feeling the noises he gives her against her tongue, when teeth are pulled into the equation because sometimes biting and being a little rough is better than just asking for more. it also just makes it easier to stop thinking, which is an huge added bonus right now.

it works, for a little while. when she sits back and plants her hands on the mattress instead of her forearms, she probably looks like she wants to be making some moves to carry things along, but instead ]

Did you talk to him in person? When you found out he was back, was it- Did you see him? Or did he text you?

[ siiigh ]

[His hands have already slipped down to bracket her hips, but at her questions he relaxes a little against the pillow and smiles a tired smile.]

Text first. But there was too much to tell him over text. I saw him. He looks... [He sighs, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling for a long moment, linking his fingers at the small of her back again.] Young. He looks young. I know he's only a year younger than he was when I met him. Seems longer ago.

[ even though Gwen was absolutely the one who pulled the breaks early on him just now, as soon as he tips his head back just that little bit, she's curling up to press kisses against his neck, snuggling up closer to him. it's in part to hide her face, sure, but mostly because she wants to be kissing him still, even if her brain keeps zooming back to Barry freaking Allen. it's a weird mental state to be in. ]

It's crazy what a year of superheroics will do to a guy, huh? [ said casually between kisses like it's not painfully true ] And who knows - I mean, he can run through time, can't he? There's probably so many of him. The Barry I know, the Barry you know, the Barry that's here.. [ is she trying to brain time travel while sucking little kisses on Harrison's neck? yes ]

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