TFLN Continuations

[queenleftbehind]

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[thisismadfreaky]

There's a hesitation as she steps inside and he barely has a chance to push the door shut--and when his brain catches up, he'll be glad the momentum let it fall shut on its own--when he suddenly finds Thea's lips on his own.

He deepens the kiss slightly and it's like his brain shuts down and he doesn't think anymore, just reacts and lets one arm snake around her waist to tug her a little closer.

[queenleftbehind]

She still couldn't believe that the first time this had happened was when she'd been drunk, but she was determined to let him know that her apparent eagerness had had nothing to do with the drink and everything to do with him. She leaned against him, tilting her head up.

When she'd given him a proper hello, she leaned back a fraction and grinned at him.

"You weren't worried about what I was going to do, were you?"

[thisismadfreaky]

When she pulls back, it’s a grin that’s on his face, “Well, maybe a little.” he admits honestly, scrunching his nose a little. “You’re not exactly the most predictable person, you know?” He teases gently, leading the way into his living room, flopping rather unceremoniously onto the couch.

[queenleftbehind]

And she flopped right on him, making sure that no elbows or knees ended up smacking into sensitive places. She pressed her hand to his chest and rested her chin on it, looking up at him. "Apparently you decided it was time to kiss me last night." And if her eyes kept being drawn down to his lips, could you really blame her?

[thisismadfreaky]

He chuckles softly as she drops herself right in his lap, his arms sliding around her easily. "Yeah, I did." He frowns a little, "I think my timing could've been a little better, probably." Like not when they were both drunk. That would have been better.

He notices the way her gaze drops and he subconsciously bites at his lip, smiling a little, "But maybe we can make up for it." He leans in to press his lips against hers again.

[queenleftbehind]

"You were a gentleman, even drunk," she murmured between kisses. "I could have still been here this morning." She was a little surprised she wasn't, to be honest. Maybe a part of her had realized that she didn't want this to be some drunken one night stand. He meant a lot more to her than that.

Now, well, now she was neither drunk nor standy.

[thisismadfreaky]

"Mmm, well," he mumbles back his response between kisses as well, "I do have manners." He smirks against her lips and catches her lower one gently between his teeth for a short moment before he lets go and kisses her, softer this time, a little more lingering than hungry now. Like he wants to memorize the way she tastes.

"So, can I ask you a question?" There's a beat and he adds, "besides that one."

[queenleftbehind]

She propped her chin against her hand when he asked her to talk and the corner of her lip quirked up at his addendum. It was a very Cisco thing to say and she was growing very fond of Cisco things.

"Of course you can ask." And then because he was being a bit goofy, she added, "I might even decide to answer."

[thisismadfreaky]

He chuckles lightly at the little quip. He sobers a little as he considers how to ask what he's really getting at. "How long have you wanted this?" The question comes quietly, a little shy, it feels like a cocky thing to ask, but he doesn't really mean it that way. He's genuinely curious, because he's certainly thought about it for awhile.

[queenleftbehind]

Shadows drew onto her face and she settled with her cheek against his chest. "Since probably before I was ready to," she said quietly. Which probably explained why she, who'd never been afraid of making the first move, hadn't made one until now. He knew her background, knew what had happened to the last boyfriend. She'd gotten him killed. Maybe she hadn't done it deliberately and maybe he still would have been recruited by Ruvé and her husband, but he'd still have been alive when it was all over. Lonnie wouldn't have killed him.

"You're probably the sweetest guy I know and sometimes I don't think..."

[thisismadfreaky]

"Please don't tell me the end of that sentence is that you think you don't deserve me." The comment comes quiet, not really chiding. "Because that isn't true," He draws small circles on her back with his fingers.

[queenleftbehind]

"Close enough. I don't think I'm good for you. I'm serious. I have demons haunting me, Cisco. Or at least an assassin who claims me as his daughter." Never mind that, for a while there, she'd claimed him for a father. She'd been in a bad place and hadn't had any idea what he was truly capable of. All she'd known was that he'd been there when she needed him. She'd been naïve.

[thisismadfreaky]

"Everybody has baggage, it's part of life... I promise, I can handle yours." He says softly, reaching up to cup her face in his hand, thumb gliding across her cheek.

[queenleftbehind]

"See?" she whispered. She turned her face and kissed the inside of his palm. He was sweet. He absolutely didn't know what he was getting into - neither of them really did - but he was sweet. The important part was that he made her feel cared about with no strings attached. That was a rarity in her life as of late.

She moved her lips to the inside of his wrist. "Anything else you want to know before I kiss you senseless?"

[thisismadfreaky]

He smiles as he watches her kiss his hand and his wrist. She may not think she's deserving of sweet, but she is her own variety of it herself. And that in its own way is proof she deserves it, too.

He shakes his head slightly, "Nope."

[queenleftbehind]

"Good." Her smile turned a little wicked and she leaned in to do just that. Now that they weren't drunk and weren't pontificating on where things were going to go wrong in the future, then she could take advantage of the present. And that included continuing where they'd left off last night.