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ladypogue · 4 years

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Used to This (part 3)

Summary: Ella starts her first shift at the Wreck. While working a certain blue eyed boy comes in looking for Kie but stays with Ella. The pair hangs out during and after her shift. This is the start of something new.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: the slightest little bit of swearing at the end. but other than that none :)

A/N: hello all! I am still eternally grateful for you if you are reading this story. Sorry for the late update, I’ve been having migraines recently so its been hard to stare at a screen but I’m feeling better so I hope to be back on a normal update schedule again. Also would you guys be interested if I started writing imagines, one shots, blurbs, etc? If so lmk and send requests! I have a few ideas....as always feedback is greatly appreciated. love y’all! :)

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Part 3

Ella woke up excited for the day, today was her first day working at the Wreck as a waitress. Heading downstairs to start on her breakfast, she pulled out her phone to see if JJ had texted her. Slightly disappointed that she didn’t have a text from the boy, she shook off the feeling and carried on with her morning; scrolling through her phone, taking her breakfast upstairs to start getting ready, not wanting to be late for her first day.

Making her way down to the restaurant popular with tourists, 15 minutes early for her shift, she walked through the doors looking for either Kiara or her dad, not quite sure what she was supposed to be doing today. One of the other waitresses showed Ella where she could put her things and gave her an apron, telling her to sit at the bar and Kiara would be out to show her the ropes.

Kie came out from the kitchen greeting Ella and giving her a brief run-down of what her days will look like. Kie then continued to explain that for the day she would just be working register in order to get her used to the computer system. Completely fine with that, Ella smiled and watched intently as Kie showed her how to ring people up and how to open the register drawer when it got stuck, it was old, so the drawer was sometimes sticky. Excited to officially start her day, Ella took her place behind the register while Kiara went back into the kitchen to help her dad. She was prepared for whatever the day may bring, though she was hoping that it would be an easy first day.

The sun shining brightly through the windows of the chateau is what woke JJ as he had passed out on the pull out couch the night before. Pulling the pillow over his head, JJ groaned and rolled back over after checking the time, relieved to realize that he didn’t have to get up for school, not that he went that often anyways. Sleeping in for another few hours, he re-awoke and made his way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. JJ practically lived with John B at the chateau, especially since Big John went missing. He’ll tell anybody that asks that it’s because he doesn’t want John B to get lonely and that his friend shouldn’t have to go through this alone. And while all of that was true, JJ would never admit out loud that it was also because he was avoiding his own problems at home. John B knew about JJ’s homelife, so he graciously accepts the company that his best friend since third grade offers him. It’s nice to know he’s not alone in that house, but also because he knows JJ is safe if he stays with him. Ready to start his day, JJ laced up his boots, grabbed his phone and went outside to wait for Pope so they can go to the Wreck to get food. Looking at his phone he suddenly remembered the girl from last night, Ella. Just thinking about her put a smile on JJ’s face. He opened his contacts, shooting her a quick message.

To Ella: Hey! It’s JJ. Sry I didn’t txt you last night, after cleaning up I went straight to sleep. I wanted to say it was nice meeting u and I hope to see u again. :)

Pressing send, JJ laid back on the hammock letting his mind wander about the girl. What was she like? Did she have any pets? JJ hoped she had a dog. What were her likes and dislikes? Was she single, and if she was would she even go for a guy like JJ? He couldn’t help but imagine her as a part of his life. He pictured them spending the day together at the beach, him teaching her how to surf and her not being good at it so they give up and just swim in the ocean, his arms wrapped around her waist and hers around his neck. Eventually he would get the courage to pull her in for a sweet kiss, imagining how she tastes. He imagines she would taste sweet, her lips soft and her tongue warm.

JJ’s daydream was cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching. He looked up and locked eyes with Pope. Swinging his legs over the edge and standing up, he rubbed his hands together walking towards his friend, “Ready to go?” JJ questioned.

“Yeah, but I told my pops we’d help him with a delivery before we go.” Pope told him while walking away from the chateau. JJ just groaned, wanting to go see Kie and get some food. Checking his phone once more before putting it in his pocket, JJ sighed seeing no response from Ella. It was stupid of him to get his hopes up, a beautiful girl like that giving him the time of day, as if. Shrugging it off, not letting it affect his mood, JJ picked up his pace and caught up with Pope, jumping into conversation, letting the boy’s rambling distract him from the small twinge in his heart at the thought of being rejected.

Back at the Wreck, Ella’s first day was going smooth. She had a few mishaps here and there but that was to be expected and Kiara was always right there to help her. Throughout the lulls in customers, Kiara and Ella got to talking. Having essentially known each other their whole lives, it was amazing how little they knew about each other. However, the conversation flowed seamlessly between the two, and they both could tell that they would end up being good friends.

The two girls were stood at the counter, giggling with each other, when they heard the bell above the door chime, signaling that it was time to go back to work. Kie grabbed a cloth and went to wipe down tables, preparing for whoever it was that walked in the door. Ella turned ready to great her new customers, when she froze, breath caught in her throat at the sight of JJ Maybank. He had yet to see her as his was searching the floor for Kie, ready to beg her for food. As he scanned the restaurant, his eyes skimmed past the girl standing behind the counter, having to do a double take JJ broke out into a grin once he realized who it was. Ella made eye contact with the blonde, timidly smiling, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks. She was definitely more nervous, not only over the fact that he was even more attractive in the daylight, but she didn’t have any alcohol in her system to calm her and give her a confidence boost. JJ sauntered over to the counter to talk to the girl who’d been running through his mind while Pope made his way over to the table Kie was currently wiping down.

JJ couldn’t help but admire her natural beauty as she stood there in her uniform with her hair tied up in a messy ponytail, small pieces of her hair framing her face. She wore light makeup, only concealer under her eyes and mascara, but JJ still thought she was beautiful. He didn’t know she worked here, especially since they spent a lot of time at the Wreck as a group, he was sure he would have noticed her, and Kie didn’t mention any new hires. Sitting down in front of her, JJ felt his confidence waiver. She hadn’t responded to his text, so maybe she didn’t want to see him.

“Hi JJ.” She smiled at him lightly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear, his confidence slowly rising.

“Hey.” He replied simply, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Today’s my first day.”

“Ahh, well congrats on your first day, I think you’ll like it here.”

“I already do, everyone is super friendly and made me feel welcomed.”

“Well that’s great!”

A silence fell over the two, it wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t comfortable either. Ella was debating if she should bring up the fact that JJ never texted her. She didn’t want to seem desperate, but she was also playing into what her friends had planted in her mind, that JJ was only going to use her. She didn’t want to believe her friends, but she kept the wall up around her just in case, not wanting to get hurt. Meanwhile, sitting across from her, JJ’s brain was turning a mile a minute. He was trying to get a read on the girl, but to no avail. She kept herself heavily guarded and only let JJ see what she wanted him to see. It was frustrating. How was he supposed to get to know her if he couldn’t even pick up on subtle things?

“Are you gonna order anything or are you just gonna sit there?” Ella asked curiously, not trying to be rude but also not wanting to get in trouble with Mr. Carrera.

“That all depends, what time do you get off?”

Taken aback by his question, Ella shook her head lightly, “What does that have to do with if you’re going to order or not?”

“Well, if you work for a couple more hours, I’ll order so I’m not sitting here starving.” JJ said, even though he had every intention of just getting the food from Kie, knowing she would bring food out soon enough for the boys.

“I get off in 2 hours.” Ella stated simply, looking back down at her receipts making sure everything is in order.

Just as he was about to reply, Kiara came back over to the pair, ready to scold JJ for undoubtedly flirting with Ella. “JJ Maybank, you better not be harassing my newest employee, we need the help and I don’t need you scaring her off.” Kie half joked but was also half serious, she knew his tendencies and Ella was nice girl who didn’t need corrupted by her flirtatious friend. JJ put his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t flirting, I promise.” At this Ella felt her heart break a little, of course he wasn’t flirting with her. She was just caught up in her crush, so she was seeing and hearing what she wanted to. Shaking her head and smiling at the two, Ella walked away, going to find anything to keep her busy and away from JJ.

JJ shot Kie a confused look, to which she just shrugged her shoulders. The boy went after Ella, wanting to continue to hang out with her and wanting to make sure they were still good. As he got up, Kie shot him a warning look, reminding him that she was there to work and not hang out. As Ella’s shift starts to wind down, she continues to entertain JJ’s antics while keeping focused on her work. While JJ continues to follow her around like a puppy, Pope and Kie sit in the back at a table just watching the two, bemused. It was weird for them to see JJ act this way, but it warmed their hearts that maybe JJ had a shot at love. They would have to tease him about it later.

Taking her place behind the counter one last time, with JJ sat in front of her on a bar stool, Ella started finishing up her tasks, ready to leave for the night.

“What are you doing after this?” JJ asked, noticing her finishing up and not ready to part ways.

“I was planning on going home and watching Netflix.”

“Would you maybe want to hang out more? I want to continue to get to know you.”

Ella felt her cheeks and neck heat up, agreeing, happy to spend time with the boy not during her work shift.

Clocking out and grabbing her stuff, she waved bye to Kie and Pope. Ella follows closely behind JJ, not sure what he had planned, if anything. JJ leads the two of them down to the beach, kicking off their shoes they start to walk along the warm sand. Falling into conversation easily, the two found a spot and sat down, sitting closer than necessary. In her head, Ella said that it was because it was a starting to get chilly with the breeze and the lack of sun, but really, she knew it was because she wanted to feel his skin on hers.

“So, am I not good enough to receive a text from the notorious JJ Maybank?” Ella joked, nudging her shoulder with JJ’s.

“I did text you. Because you are far more than good enough. You just never responded.” JJ looked at her confusedly, shrugging his shoulders trying to seem unbothered.

Pulling out her phone and going to her messages, she sees a message from an unknown number. Guilt washed through her and she smiled sheepishly at JJ as she added him to her contacts.

“I was at work already so I must not have seen it. And then you showed up, so I didn’t have to wonder if you texted me.”

JJ chuckled, teasing her lightly, “you were looking for my text?”

“I wouldn’t say looking so to say, but I wouldn’t have been upset at seeing your name on my screen.”

Slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer, he felt his insides warm at the thought of her wanting JJ to text her.

“I was nervous when you didn’t reply that maybe you didn’t want be friends.” JJ replied, mumbling under his breath hoping she didn't hear him.

She had heard him loud and clear. “Of course, I wanna be friends JJ” she smiled up at him, resting her head on his shoulder.

JJ smiled back down at her, happy she wanted to have him as a part of her life. The two continued to get to know each other, telling stories from their past, both cracking up at what the other would share. Neither was sure how things felt so easy, but they weren’t complaining. They were just soaking in everything about each other. Checking the time, Ella realized she had to get home as it was almost midnight and her shift ended almost 4 hours ago. JJ offered to walk her home, stopping outside her front door, he awkwardly shuffled back and forth with his hands in his pockets.

“I guess I’ll see you later then?” JJ asked, hoping that the girl would want to hang out again. Maybe he could bring her around the pogues.

“Sure. Text me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” Ella said with a soft smile coating her face. JJ returned her smile with an “of course” before he turned around and started his commute back to the chateau.

Ella made her way into her house and up to her room, tip toeing, not wanting to wake her parents. Quietly making her way into her bathroom and taking a shower, Ella couldn’t help but smile to herself as she recounted her evening with the Maybank boy. She wished she could have taken a picture to remember how he looked in the moonlight as they sat by the water. She relinquished in the feeling of his arm around her, wishing it never had to have ended. All Ella wanted to do was text Sophia and Grace and tell them about her date, could she call it date? She didn’t even know; all she knew was she wanted to tell someone about what had happened. Instead she settled for squealing into her pillow and flopping on her bed. Shooting her friends, a text about how her first day went, leaving out the parts about JJ, not ready for them to remind her that he wasn’t good for her. She opened their text thread and sent him a message;

To JJ: Had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for making my first day at work one to remember :)

Pressing send, Ella turned over and fell asleep, hoping to dream about the boy with ocean blue eyes.

JJ walked into the chateau and was greeted by John B sitting on the couch watching some reality show on the TV. Nodding to his friend, he went to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and joined John B on the couch. Upon sitting down, John B smirked at him, just waiting for him to notice. Feeling his gaze, JJ looked over, confused at the look on his face as he brought his beer bottle up to his lips.

“What?” JJ asked incredulously.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just Kie and Pope stopped by, said you went off with the girl from the kegger. Ella was it?” he continued to smirk when he noticed JJ start to blush.

“Shut up. We’re just getting to know each other.”

“Uh huh, ‘getting to know each other’. JJ you have never gotten to know a girl, you’ve always been a love ‘em and leave ‘em type”

“I don’t know man. Somethings just different with her. When she bumped into me, I just felt this almost instant connection with her. Like she was meant to bump into me. I can’t explain, all I know is I enjoy her company.”

John B smiled at his friend, seeing how much Ella already meant to the boy even though they really just met.

“Bring her around some time. If she means that much to you already then I’m sure she’ll mean a lot to us as well.”

“I will. For sure. Just maybe not yet, I don’t even know if she likes me and I don’t need you guys fucking this up for me, at least not more than I’m bound to.” JJ didn’t want to think about his destructive tendencies when it came to relationships. He wasn’t ready to let this one go.

“I’m offended that you think we would fuck this up for you, but I get it. I really do.” John B knew how his friend could get, so he would do everything in his power to make sure that this worked out in his favor, even if that meant postponing meeting the girl that seemed to have captured JJ's heart. He wanted nothing than to see his friend be happy.

“Yeah, yeah. You know I love you guys. I’m gonna go to bed, I’ll see you in the morning” JJ stated before making his way into the guest room before collapsing on the bed. Shooting Ella a text, seeing she already texted him, he grinned to himself.

To Ella: Had a really nice time 2night too :) I got back safe, maybe we could hang tmrw if ur not busy? Just lmk! Good night Ella :)

JJ expected that the girl was probably already in bed so he turned off his light, crawling under the covers, falling asleep while scrolling through his phone, looking forward to the days to come.

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backtothestart02 · 6 years

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All That Glitters - 1/1 | goldenvibe fanfiction

My entry for @dccwrarepairswap gifted to @reverberations-ramon.

The first goldenvibe fic I’ve written (that has a lot of angsty cynco undertones - sry!). I hope you enjoy it!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing. :)

The clink of his beer bottle on the smooth wooden bar top didn’t interrupt his thoughts, didn’t even divert them. In fact, his hand involuntarily began to tip the bottle a little each way so the sound of it would be consistent, like the ticking of a clock. It meshed well with the numbness within his mind, helped him pretend he was someplace else, alone and at peace, maybe stuck in a breach or one of those god forsaken dimension pockets.

Two days without Cynthia normally wouldn’t have affected him this much. He’d been sad in the past whenever she was absent, but the pain was often soothed by distractions and the knowledge that eventually he would see her again, and they would make up for lost time.

But this wasn’t like every time before, because this time he wouldn’t be seeing her again. At least, not as his girlfriend. Maybe if the team needed breaching assistance they’d call for help. Wow, that’d be awkward. But not for personal reasons, not for him and her. It would be business.

God how he hated that word now. Business.

But what could he do? She was fine dating casually, and he was so head-over-heels in love with her that he wanted them living in the same place, seeing each other every day, taking their relationship to the next level? If he settled for casual now? After putting it on the table that he wanted more? They wouldn’t last. They’d be too aware that he was settling, and Cynthia would feel like she wasn’t enough for him, and their break-up would be far more volatile than this mutual agreement was.

Damn if it didn’t make him so sad, though.

He tipped his beer bottle to his lips, halting the constant noise it was making on the bar top, relishing the taste of it and the knowledge that soon enough he’d be too drunk to think of Cynthia and their failed relationship at all. He could ask the bartender to call a cab for him. Or maybe he’d just call Caitlin. She almost understood his drunk talk, and he knew she’d be the safest person to go to right now. Barry and Iris were good bets too, but for a married couple they sure didn’t get a lot of time together. He wanted to avoid interrupting them unless it was an emergency.

He set his beer bottle down, about to resume the tipping noise he’d paused in order to take a sip, when a new patron slipped onto the bar stool next to his. He would’ve ignored her – it was definitely a she – and hoped the repetitive noise would make her leave just as successfully as it had the other customers previously seated beside him. But he had no such luck.

Because when she said, “I’ll have what he’s having,” his hand stilled on the bottle, setting it flatly down on the bar.

He didn’t have to look at her to see who she was. The seductive, feminine drawl to her voice told him more than he needed to know. He couldn’t decide if his night had just gotten worse or better. He was inclined to think the former until proven otherwise.

“Golden Glider,” he said with a bitter whisper.

He’d hoped the glare in his eye would affect her somewhat when he finally looked up at her, but she only took a swig of the beer she’d been given and smiled at him after she’d gotten her fill.

“Careful, Cisco. I might think you’re not happy to see me.”

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not.”

She pouted playfully. “Aww, why not? Did I do something to hurt your feelings?”

He thought back to the last time he’d seen her, remembering the experience hadn’t been a bad one. They’d actually bonded. There had been growth. They’d parted on good terms too.

Could he really spew something hurtful at her just for the sake of her past criminal activity? He didn’t even know if she was still involved in that. With her brother dead – did she know? – and Mick off with the Legends, Lisa had all but disappeared from his memory.

“I’m not in the mood, Lisa,” he said on a sigh, settling for the very real irritability he was feeling.

She was unperturbed, scooting closer instead.

��Where are your friends, Cisco?” She glanced around the bar in search of any other familiar faces. “Don’t you all travel in a group when you go out places?”

His glare when she met his eyes again seemed to please her.

“They’re busy.”

“Poor Cisco.” She pouted again. “Nobody wanted to come out and play with you, so you’re here all by your lonesome.”

She set her hand lightly on his arm, making her intention clear. He turned to face her, yanking his arm out of reach.

“Why are you here? What do you want?”

She studied him for a moment, taking his glare, his near-growl, and the fire in his eyes into account. All were a far cry from any version of Cisco she’d seen. She tried to think of what could make him react so cold yet so heated towards her. While they probably had little in common, she tried to think of examples in her own life that had caused her to turn on people she either really liked or at the very least was intrigued by.

“Is it Caitlin?”

He blinked, his fuming persona completely fading away into one of confusion.

“Huh?”

“Barry? A new version of Wells?”

He tensed at that but remained confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“Who broke your heart, Cisco?”

The question was gentle, and it proceeded to melt away his defensive exterior.

“How do you- No one-”

“Cisco.” She laid her hand on his arm again. This time he didn’t brush it off. This time it wasn’t suggestive. “I’ve lived through my share of heartache.”

He wondered if she knew. About Cynthia and about Len. He decided not to ask. He couldn’t get through this and bear the guilt of not telling her about her brother’s death when he was the one most connected to her on the team.

“Plus…” She glanced at his bottle and then up at him. “Drinking alone?”

He caved. “Fine. You win.”

“Do I?”

“I just broke up with my girlfriend a couple days ago.”

“I’m sorry, Cisco,” she said, looking genuinely concerned for him.

“The longest relationship I’ve ever had.”

“What happened?”

“Long distance.”

“Ah.”

“I wanted more, she didn’t…” he gestured as if to say the rest is history.

“I get it.”

He wondered if she did, if she had experience with that. But he didn’t think too hard on it. He didn’t want to think any more tonight at all.

“You think drinking will solve your problem?” she asked, glancing at the bottle again.

“It’ll help me forget,” he said, taking another swig.

“I can think of something else that might make you forget,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

He paused his bottle mid-air on its way back down, his eyes narrowing again.

“I’m not looking for a one-night stand, Lisa.”

The amused look on her face should’ve embarrassed him, but he was too annoyed by his initial conclusion to let it.

“You flatter yourself.”

“Well then what?” he demanded.

She slid off her stool, then nodded towards the door.

“Come with me. I’ll show you.”

He eyed her hand dubiously as she held it out to him, but eventually agreed. He tossed some cash on the bar top for the bartender and then followed her out of the room, reluctantly curious to what she had in store for them.

Apparently, it was cruising – riding her motorcycle for hours out on the open road, narrowly avoiding a few crashes and definitely going over the speed limit. Tonight he didn’t care. Her wild curls in his face, the slim waist he wrapped his arms around. Of all the things he could’ve gotten caught up doing, this was hardly the worst. It was also probably the most legal thing Lisa Snart had ever done, so he patted himself on the back for that.

They stopped for a burger and a shake, and before he knew it they were at his place making out on the couch.

He had firmly told himself this wasn’t going to happen. He was too sad, and it wouldn’t help. But she’d been a hell of a distraction tonight, and he wasn’t in a relationship anymore. Lisa obviously wouldn’t be sticking around past morning, so he didn’t have to worry about stepping on any feelings regarding a possible relationship between them. He could be free of any complications and just enjoy the now for what it was.

It had been a long time since he’d been physically attracted to any woman that wasn’t Cynthia Reynolds from Earth 19, experienced breacher who’d stolen his heart and his breath from the moment he met her, who he’d sworn he was going to marry as soon as she’d kissed him.

But it wasn’t hard to remember why Lisa had him spellbound before he met Cynthia, even before Kendra. Lisa could pretend to be anyone and sell it, and he’d believe it. But she was also naturally seductive, and she had a vulnerability that she entrusted to very few people. For some reason he was one of them. Before his previous relationships began, some part of him thought that maybe one day he’d resume things with Lisa again.

Vibe and Golden Glider. Goldenvibe. A solid ship name if he ever heard one.

At any rate, she’d improved his night a great deal; now he was going to improve hers.

Still kissing her, he let one of his hands drop till it reached her belt buckle. He felt her smile against his lips as his fingers skimmed along the metal until he could pull through the leather.

“Cisco,” she teased, a laugh in her voice.

He paid no mind, unbuttoning her pants next.

“I thought you weren’t interested,” she said, amused as he pulled away to drag her pants down her legs.

She didn’t stop him, though. She lifted herself off the couch so he’d have easier access and kicked her shoes off to the side once he had finished.

“Maybe I reconsidered,” he said with a shrug and reached to pull her panties down too.

She was grateful they hadn’t turned the lights on or else she wouldn’t have been able to hide your blush.

“If I’d known you’d be this forward, I would’ve tried to seduce you sooner.”

He looked up at her after spreading her legs far apart, grateful she didn’t stop him then either.

“This doesn’t mean anything, Lisa,” he said, addressing the issue even though he’d told himself he didn’t need to.

He also wondered if it was a lie. There had always sort of been something between Len’s sister and himself. That was unlikely to disappear after tonight. If anything, it might intensify.

“I’m a pretty distraction, Cisco. I get it. No need to worry about hurting my feelings.” She winked. “But uh…if you could…” She glanced down at her core and back at him. “I’m soaked.”

Well, if that didn’t get him hard, he figured nothing would.

He redirected his attention to her parted legs, gripped her thighs and lowered his face to lap up her dripping juices. She gasped at the first flick of his tongue, moaning when he pressed himself closer.

“Cisco…Cisco.”

She grabbed hold of his hair and clenched the locks tightly in her fists. Her breaths became short and shallow when his tongue found her clit and swiped over it repeatedly, until he was moving so fast he told himself it was almost Barry-level, lack of super speed be damned.

But to really make her squirm, he dragged one hand off her thigh and inserted too of his fingers into her core. She nearly levitated off the couch. The pumping and the licking were driving her insane. So much so that she rid herself of her jacket, shirt and bra as quickly as she could and grabbed hold of his other hand. First, she sucked his fingers, moaning against them; then, wet as it was, she placed his hand over one breast and covered her hand over his, squeezing the mound of flesh with him.

It was hardly minutes before she came, crying his name and nearly creating an echo around the room. She released him in the process, and he pulled away, wiping his lips from the mess she’d made.

“That woman was a fool to have left you, Cisco,” she said breathily, an exhausted laugh on her tongue.

Cisco wanted to contradict her, but that would ruin the night.

“Your turn?” she asked, looking towards the bulge in his pants as he stood up.

He looked down, debated – seriously debated – letting her do that. He had no doubt it would feel amazing, and it would certainly succeed in distracting him for the whole rest of the night.

“Maybe next time, Lisa,” he said, then walked away from her, heading towards his bedroom.

She frowned. “But how- How will you then-” His door shut behind him on her questions. “Can’t I at least say thank you?”

He didn’t answer. She rolled her eyes, put her clothes back on, and strutted over to the fridge. She pulled out a beer and an apple and headed for the door.

“Until next time, Cisco,” she muttered, and closed the door behind her.

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

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