The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Wednesday after Classes

[badassprodigy]

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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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

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.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

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.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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?

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"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."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

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."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

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

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

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.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

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.