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The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Wednesday after Classes

With classes over for the week, Barry was up to his neck in experiments. Mostly in an effort to distract himself. This time involving a 10 foot tall kumquat.

However he hadn't forgotten about the date he had made with Elsa. Which of course meant there was a good bit of chocolate about, popcorn and a pseudo-documentary about sharks on one of the monitors.

Because what girl didn't like watching pseudo-documentaries on submarine sized sharks?

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Just so long as sharks remained unsexy, Elsa was going to adore them this week.

"And you're sure these ones don't rain down from above, Barry?"

Their shark-related entertainment had a track record of that.

"No, this one stays in the fucking ocean and mostly eats people whole," Barry said with a grin. "No weather related sharks this time. I can bring that up if you prefer?"

"No!" A beat. "No, no, that's fine. If you bring that one up, there'll be another parade of people at the door, I just know it."

Sharknado was cursed. Elsa was going to veto it. Forever.

"This one will be just fine. Should be just fine? I think it might be fine."

Cursed? C'mon just because everyone showed up that one time...

"We can do something else if you want," Barry offered quickly. "I mean it doesn't have to be sharks. It could be anything."

There had been warnings, Barry. About where they should and shouldn't have-

"Sharks are fine!" And Elsa wasn't thinking about that table! Or that counter! OR THAT WALL. "I mean, they can't all be about man-eating weather, right? Maybe this one will prove to be less ridiculous?"

Okay so maybe saying 'anything' was a bad word choice.

As bad a choice of using that table for-

"Sharks it is then!" Barry declared. "Whatever her highness wants she gets."

And again with a bad word choice

Hnngnhgn, Barry. Hnngnngnnnghn. You were apparently trying to kill your girlfriend today.

"Sharks, then," Elsa said, with a firm nod and some decisiveness. "Sharks, and maybe more of that chocolate. Would you mind- Or, maybe I should get my own..."

Her highness was having minor technical difficulties when it came to second guessing what would and wouldn't end with her freaking out and encasing half of the warehouse in ice, today.

"Grab what you want," Barry replied.

Referring to the chocolate.

"I have more if you want it."

Again referring to the chocolate. But somehow with the way Barry was saying it, it came out wrong. And he knew it.

"I'm... I'm just going to get the movie started."

"G-good idea."

Elsa's toes were curling, here. And was it warm in the warehouse? She was an ice princess who was uncomfortably warm at the moment. Maybe instead of grabbing chocolate, she'd grab--

Something to drink. Elsa would be grabbing something to drink and sitting down again with a whump because flopping around wasn't becoming of a princess in the least and--

Barry smelled nice today.

"So. Sharks."

Yeah, they'd already covered that part.

"Sharks!" Barry said emphatically as he fumbled with the remote as he did his best not to be too distracted. And for a brief second he did get sharks up on the giant monitor that they typically used for watching movies and TV.

And then the monitor decided that there were better things to play for a date type situation. Like a certain movie (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0031381/) starring Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh where the scene in particular involved romantic kissing with sweeping romantic music.

"What the fuck?"

He immediately started stabbing at the remote to get it back to the sharks.

Elsa was... kind of staring at the screen in fixated horror, now.

"That isn't sharks."

Just in case Barry had been confused at some point? There were some very pretty people doing some very pretty kissing, though, and that was nice? Nice? Was that the right word?

She was going to take a mouthful from her drink now.

....

"It still isn't sharks."

"That's not what I fucking put on the screen," Barry grumbled and returned the monitor to the shark documentary that it was supposed to be.

And lo. There were sharks.

Barry sighed in relief and went to sit down next to Elsa. "There. Fucking sharks," he said just as the monitor flipped over to porn.

"Oh, fuck me."

"BARRY. WORDS."

SOME WERE LESS APPROPRIATE THAN USUAL IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS, OKAY?

"I didn't mean it like that!" Barry shouted/flailed as he stabbed again at the remote. "This thing keeps putting shit on the monitor! I'm not doing it!"

And the monitor flipped again. See? Sharks!

Oh. Wait. It was those sharks. (www.youtube.com/watch?v=MaNRyW695Hs)

"Well at least they're not humping each other."

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"... Actually, those ones are kind of cute," Elsa admitted, still wide-eyed as she stared at the screen. Because the screen was a definite step up from staring at Barry at the moment, even if he was... you know... gorgeous. Fit. One of the very few people she was comfortable making actual physical contact with. "I would be okay with it staying on those sharks for a while."

While she, you know, breathed for a moment.

"When you said 'swallowing people whole,' Barry..."

Okay, even with how the evening was going, Barry had to grin at that.

"Wait. What do you know know about swallowing people whole?" he teased.

Only for the mental image of Elsa...

Nope. Time to look at the sharks again.

And of course the monitor had flipped back to porn again.

"Fuck me!"

Words, Barry. Words.

"Shit! I'm just going to turn this off."

Yes that seemed to be the best idea.

"Good plan!"

Elsa was going to cover her eyes for a moment. Just. Cover them. And not look at anything for a moment while she attempted to unsee what was just on the screen. It wasn't working. At all. What she wound up with instead was a great mental image of exactly that, only with Barry...

Nope. Time to look into her cup again.

"Perhaps tonight wasn't meant to be movie night at all."

Or else it was meant to be hardcore porn night, which was not a night that Elsa in her wildest dreams had ever imagined needing, wanting, or having.

"Watching a movie should not be this hard," Barry agreed as he finally shut down the monitor. And it stayed off.

He let out a sigh of relief and flopped down on the same couch as Elsa. "Sorry. I swear I was trying to get us to watch sharks. Not that fucking bullshit."

"That's fine," Elsa replied, giving Barry a smile from over on her side of the couch. "I know you tried. And sometimes things around here just get a little... enthusiastic."

That was one way to put it, yes.

"We might have better luck with sharks another time." A beat, and then she ventured, "If you have any novels, maybe we could try reading, instead?"

"Well... Not anything fictional," Barry said reaching for the place where he kept a stash of scientific journals. "I have a journal with an interesting article on Eugenics...."

Barry paused as there wasn't a scientific journal in his hand. It was a Harlequin Romance novel complete with a cover that had a shirtlessan with washboard abs and a woman looking dreamily at him.

"What the fuck is this?"

"It... appears to be a..." Elsa blushed. Elsa blushed a lot. "Oh."

She'd shelved a few of those in the library, yes.

"I think perhaps the island has it out for us tonight, Barry."

"Well there's nothing else it can do as long as we don't try to watch or read anything," Barry admiring her blushing. "So..."

So now there was no TV. Nothing to read. He couldn't work on his experiments. There were no distractions.

"You looking so fucking cute when you blush."

So sudden random compliments were going to come out of his mouth.

That wasn't helping her to blush any less, really.

"I... oh, really?"

And that silly little smile she was suddenly wearing wasn't helping matters either, was it?

"Well, you're terribly handsome when you look at me like that."

So there.

"I look like a fucking troglodyte sitting next to you," Barry countered as he... yeah he was scooting closer to Elsa. What of it? They were boyfriend and girlfriend. They could sit close to each other. That wasn't a result of pollen or anything.

Really.

No, no, not a result of pollen at all. They'd sat much closer to one another in the past, after all. She'd practically slept in his lap on one occasion, this wasn't all that different!

"Well, then it's lucky for you that I can't see myself, isn't it? I have no basis for comparison."

Scooting closer seemed like an excellent idea, actually. Maybe she'd do that, too.

And would that be Barry pretending to stretch so he could oh-so-suavely put his hand around Elsa shoulder?

Yes it was.

"I could get a mirror," he teased.

"You could," Elsa agreed, cuddling up close to him with a playful little smile. "But then you'd have to get up, wouldn't you?"

Did you really think Elsa was going to let you get up now, Barry? Did you?

"Hmm. That would suck," Barry replied and happily snuggled in closer to Elsa. "In fact I don't think I'm going anywhere at the moment."

So this? This wasn't bad. Whatever it was that the island was trying to get them to do, it was going to have to settle for this. Because honestly. Who did Fandom think it was dealing with?

"Well, good," Elsa replied, eyes twinkling. "Because I'm comfortable now. I don't think I'm going to let you get up anyway."

"Well what if I wanted to get up?" Barry joked. "How would you keep me here?"

"Well... I think all it would take...?"

Elsa was pretty certain, at right that moment, that leaning forward to steal a kiss would probably do the trick.

A kiss? Oh, that would do it all right.

And maybe because there was pollen everywhere but for some reason Barry kissed Elsa with a tad more passion and length of time than he had before.

I mean it was at least five minutes.

Those crazy kids.

And five minutes later, when Elsa came up again for air, she felt... Well, not better, because that would have involved things that were most certainly not on the docket right now.

She did smile and wiggle in a little closer, though, for a more optimal cuddling configuration.

"Just like that," she informed him.

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