comment_fic | Monday / Little Black Dress

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sharpiesgal and I’ll be your lovely host for this week.

My first theme will be Little Black Dress (everybody has that one particular article of clothing that is their go to piece for any ensemble). Prompts should have some relation to clothing or accessories.

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The Flash (TV), Leonard Snart/Barry Allen, the sight of Barry in his parka does things to him

They aren't sentimental, is the thing.

Maybe it was even his idea. "Don't think this means I'm gonna start going easy on you out there," he said, the first time he saw the kid in all of his naked glory. "Once the mask goes back on, this never happened."

He said it harsher than he meant to - was too rough that time, not that the kid complained. Leonard didn't apologize either. He would have had to acknowledge the shake in his hands that had been there since the cowl came off, when he saw why Flash takes it in stride whenever Leonard calls him 'kid'. (He's an asshole, but all this time, he hadn't thought he'd been aiming at an actual kid.)

But the mask kept coming off - it keeps coming off. And Leonard keeps finding reasons to fire a split-inch off-center when he faces off with the Flash on the job.

Even his own goddamned clothes have become a part of the problem.

"Jeez. It's like an icebox in here," Flash whines even as he continues tugging off the top half of his suit.

Leonard sneers. "Have you forgotten who you're messing around with, kid?" But he only runs his hands down the soft, goose-pimpled flesh of Flash's arms once - he presses his mouth over the kid's quivering lips, breathing in the icy puff of his breath briefly. Then he turns to fire up the small wood-burning stove near the bed.

"You could have lit that before I got here, you know," Flash says with a bitten-off smile (Leonard sees it through the corner of his eye) like Leonard's being played with, the kid testing what Leonard will do if he's annoyed enough.

And playfulness, Leonard rewards. So, unthinking, he grabs his parka off its hook by the door and tosses it to Flash. "You could wear something other than skintight leather out in the snow," he says flatly (as if he would ever seriously discourage Flash from wearing skintight anything). And he carefully doesn't stare as the boy blurs forward to catch his coat, then blurs again and is suddenly sitting in the center of Leonard's bed wearing the parka.

Wearing only the parka.

He practically disappears inside of it - long, slender fingers curled into fists just inside the fur-lined cuffs, the bottom curve of the hood reaching up past his chin and almost brushing his red lips. He's got his legs curled up inside the coat, as well, and picturing what he'd look like sitting there like that, completely naked, rushes most of Leonard's blood straight towards his dick.

Flash actually sitting there - wrapped up in something that belongs to, and fits, and probably even smells like Leonard - draws the rest of his blood to his face, he can feel it.

"Naw," Flash says, as if he has absolutely no idea what he's doing to Leonard - just by being. "Something like this would burn up quick."

"I fucking bet," Leonard mutters.

"What?"

They don't waste much time talking, usually, is another thing. Not like this, anyway, although the taunts and banter that punctuate their other encounters have lengthened and deepened over time.

Usually, this is where Leonard would be stripping as well, pushing his pretty little do-gooder down on his back and going straight to town. But when Leonard stares at him a moment too long, Flash doesn't tense up like he would have when this thing of theirs began - he smiles. He smiles at Leonard - nervous maybe, even a little shy, but not like he's afraid that Leonard's going to turn on him now, of all moments.

He should be afraid. And Leonard should absolutely nip this smiling at him shit in the bud before it can screw him over even worse, but instead he walks to the bed before he can think better of it. He crawls onto the bed until he's kneeling in front of the kid, never breaking eye contact, so he sees Flash's smile fade, but more importantly, he sees the way the kid looks at him when he isn't usually looking back. He told himself that this kid was just a mean to an ends. A pleasurable means to an end, but a tool, all the same.

Leonard hasn't even stripped yet. He's fully clothed when he reaches into his hood with both hands and curls them around the sides of Flash's face. The kid sighs, right before Leonard kisses him, still shaking, although he doesn't taste cold anymore.

"Leave this on," Leonard says, even as he works slowly through the fastenings at the front of the parka to get at the boy beneath.

"O-Okay..." the kid breathes against his lips, eyes on Leonard's hands as they finally reach skin.

"Wouldn't want you to catch a cold," Leonard says with a smirk, ignoring any urge to soften the gesture into a smile of his own.

The kid, as always, doesn't exactly make things easy.

"I don't know," he says - honest-to-God smirking back at Leonard, "cold doesn't seem so bad when you get used to it."

Leonard rolls his eyes. But he doesn't argue, not with the Flash at his fingertips, arms still wrapped up in his parka, the heavy coat protecting him from the chill.

Ah, man, this is SO GOOD and I love it so much. :DD Like, seriously, this is pretty much exactly what I wanted. And it was just SO ENJOYABLE and… Yeah. *HAPPY BOUNCING*

"Don't think this means I'm gonna start going easy on you out there," he said, the first time he saw the kid in all of his naked glory. "Once the mask goes back on, this never happened."

OH LEN. The chances of that ever happening are, like, zero. But his thoughts on Barry being all naked! Mmm, yes, much approval. ^^

(as if he would ever seriously discourage Flash from wearing skintight anything).

Oh, yes. <333 I really love how addicted they are to each other in this. How Snart is obviously trying to pretend that he isn’t affected, but really can’t hide from the truth AT ALL.

He practically disappears inside of it - long, slender fingers curled into fists just inside the fur-lined cuffs, the bottom curve of the hood reaching up past his chin and almost brushing his red lips. He's got his legs curled up inside the coat, as well,

OH MAN THIS DESCRIPTION. Yes, pretty much sums up exactly why I wanted this fic. ^^

Flash actually sitting there - wrapped up in something that belongs to, and fits, and probably even smells like Leonard - draws the rest of his blood to his face, he can feel it.

And this pretty much sums up exactly why I love the whole “wearing each other’s clothes” trope! Ah, man, I just really love the way Snart is struck by this. The amount of familiarity that is created here, just with that.

as if he has absolutely no idea what he's doing to Leonard - just by being

OH MAN THERE GOES MY HEART.

Leonard says with a smirk, ignoring any urge to soften the gesture into a smile of his own.

AND THERE IT GOES AGAIN.

So… Yeah. As you can probably tell, I loved this deeply and was very pleased to see it come up in my inbox. :D Thank you so much! It was exactly the mixture of sweet and hot that I needed. ^^

Your comments made me grin for, like, an hour :D I'm so glad it worked for you. Your prompts are so perfect. (Even if half of them drive me crazy because I try to write something for them, and weeks later I have thousands of words and three versions of a fic but nothing coherent enough to post :p Sometimes my Muse is like a kitten with adhd. The 'outlaw couple's one's gonna kill me.)

It also makes me really happy when I can write something you enjoy because you are largely to blame for my obsession with this pairing ;)

And did you hear that there's gonna be a spin-off of Arrow and The Flash and Wentworth Miller will be one of the stars? I can only imagine how bad my association's going to get once that's in the works :p

I am glad! :DD because, yes, your fills are so perfect! And I'm very glad I can inspire them. ^^ (And eeeeee! Now I am all excited, and bouncy. Who even needs coherence, right? :D)

And I have no problem with this! I am glad that I've got more people than me into it. ;)

Yessssss! I'm so excited for that! :D I mean, like, and is he going to be at least partially redeemed? Or the big bad of the series? Or something in between? So many possibilities! SO MUCH EXCITEMENT! :DD

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