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Room 512: Friday Evening

Barry normally wouldn't have done this in his room but let's face it: the warehouse did not have a safe surface to eat off of.

Thank you Reno and Rikku!

So dinner with Elsa tonight was happening in 512. And while Elsa was handling dinner Barry was dealing with dessert. Specifically a inside s'mores burner, gourmet marshmallows and lots of chocolate.

So barring the entire dorm breaking in for s'mores it should be a nice evening...

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"I..." Elsa stared for a moment at the bracelets, and then up at Barry again, breathlessly. "They do the same thing?"

And now she was looking down at her hands. She was so used to wearing gloves, she barely recognized her own fingers whenever they were off.

"I could just... just touch things?"

Barry had quite possibly just unwittingly unlocked a whole universe of textures previously entirely unknown to his girlfriend.

Well maybe not unwittingly because yes he thought of the other benefits Elsa might have with them... But let's start off with S'mores, shall we?

"Yes," Barry said with a big grin. "Care to give them a try?"

Well, either way, Barry was amazing. That was the moral of this story.

"I..." One more moment of looking at the gloves, and then Elsa nodded once, firmly, looking back at Barry with her brow furrowed slightly in determination. "Yes. Yes, I would very much like to. How do I put them on?"

They seemed fairly straightforward, but she didn't want to mess this up at all.

"Oh, it's pretty fucking simple," Barry said undoing one of the clasps on the bracelet and reaching out for one of her wrists. "Just put it on your wrist and redo the clasp. It won't come off unless you fucking want it to."

Elsa bit her lip as she held her arm out to Barry to let him put the bracelet on her, watching intently to see how it worked. It seemed easy enough, just like he'd said. And it was all, once again, practically too good to be true.

"You're going to spoil me at this rate," she decided, laughing almost giddily. The thought of doing anything without gloves... "This and s'mores?"

"I know. I'm pretty fucking awesome," Barry joked as he took out the other bracelet and went to put it on Elsa's other wrist. "After you took off your glove the other week at the fucking beach I thought you might be willing to take the next step."

Edited 2014-09-21 02:59 (UTC)

"I surprised even me a little, when I did that," Elsa admitted. "Maybe the allure of chocolate was just strong enough for me to forget to be worried."

She was smiling as she spoke, though. It was probably not just the chocolate.

... Granted, the chocolate didn't hurt.

"Well let's see how this goes and you can wear these whenever you want," Barry said finishing the clasp on the second bracelet. "Take the gloves off and fucking let 'em rip!"

"Okay," Elsa said, taking a deep breath and steeling herself. And if that steeling involved a bit of an excited wiggle where she was sitting, well, she could hardly help that, could she. "Here I go..."

Really, you'd almost expect more fanfare after all of that build-up. But with the bracelets on her wrists, the whole point was that nothing happened once she slid the gloves off and set them neatly to the side, not even when she held out her hand and tried to create a little puff of snow.

The fanfare, really, mostly came in the form of the hug that Elsa was tackling Barry with after she was certain there was no ice forthcoming.

For all of Barry's genius he never could predict an emotional response. So he totally was blindsided by the tackle and had to steady himself so they both didn't fall over. After the initial moment of shock had passed, he was smiling and returning the hug.

"You're welcome."

Because really her actions telegraphed the "thank you" and didn't need to be said.

He gave her a tight squeeze of a hug as he felt a flood of emotions overwhelm him for a second or two. And his brain kept getting distracted by how good she smelled.

Pheromones his intellectual side told him.

Dude! Shut the fuck up and enjoy this! came the immediate emotional response.

He closed his eyes and went with the latte thought.

If it helped any, the last thought on Elsa's mind was pheromones. She could do plenty of enjoying this hug for the both of them. Fearlessly so, thanks to him.

And after what was a good, long moment of hugging, she started laughing softly.

"I can feel your shirt," she informed him. In case he had been wondering what the laughing was about. "And now I can feel your hair."

This was a big deal. So help her, she was a big fan of Barry's hair, okay? If her hand just so happened to move upward so that she could run her fingers through it, just once, what of it?

"And now," she leaned back a little, giving him a mischievous smile, "I can feel..."

She would have finished that with, 'your lips,' but it was difficult to speak when you were leaning forward in order to steal another quick kiss.

Excuse Barry for a moment, but Elsa's kiss kind of short circuited Barry's brain for a moment. He looked down at her with a goofy grin. "You can touch my hair or shirt or whatever,"he said happily. "But I think we can do better on that last one."

And with that he greedily leaned in for another kiss. This one might even last five seconds!

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Five whole seconds? Slow down, you two!

Of course, since Elsa really hadn't kissed anybody for more than the count of two before this, five seconds was quite the big deal, and she was a little breathless when she leaned back again.

Oh. That was the big deal about kissing. She was starting to understand.

"I have to agree," she whispered, looking at least a little in awe. "That was much better."

What? You think Barry was kissing girls before Elsa? For him that was th biggest kiss he had ever had with a girl.

Well there was that time with Roxie but he was an unwilling recipient.

So right now Barry was very much short circuited and looking at Elsa with much adoration.

Tell her.

Barry froze. He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Finally his brain took charge of the the situation. "Ready for some s'mores?" he asked breathlessly.

Okay it wasn't romantic but give him time. He'll figure it out.

Edited 2014-09-22 00:20 (UTC)

Elsa had completely forgotten that s'mores were even on the menu tonight, and it took her a moment to register the question entirely.

"Ready for some-- Oh! Oh, yes! S'mores would be lovely, thank you!"

A tiny bit flustered? Elsa?

Most certainly.

Barry right now wanted to know just what kind of genius ends a romantic moment with suggesting s'mores.

S'mores.

Really?

Clearly getting emotional got in the way of his rational thought process.

"And while this isn't as great as... um. Touching my hair," Barry said trying to keep things light. "Now you have the option of having a s'more any time you want. Also I found these fancy marshmallows we can use that were handmade so they supposedly taste better."

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