Date night for @icejacking
Jul. 23rd, 2016 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chosenbylightningThis was either going to go amazingly well or things were going to go skidding off the rails from the get-go. Problem was? Barry had no damn idea which way it was going to tilt. He and Len had met. Talked. Agreed that for a long time there had been something between them, something that was finally worth exploring. Something that was worth trying for.
Something that could be for just the two of them. No longer The Flash and Captain Cold but Barry and Len. God. He couldn't even think about it without grinning like an idiot.
He'd gone through his apartment at least a dozen times, making sure everything was clean and in order, then ran to the few best grocery stores in Central to pick up what he'd wanted to cook for dinner. And maybe Len didn't want to dance, but Barry couldn't help himself. The music was upbeat, he was going to have a nice date in and do his very best not to spook a very rattled thief.
Len was.. unsure. He got that. A man who never did anything without a plan and now Barry was asking him to take everything he knew and flip it on it's ear. Be happy. Accept that maybe they can have something good between them. He just has to find some way to calm him down, give Len space when he needs it but reminding him that he's there. That he wants this.
So as six o'clock rolls around, Barry is still dancing around his apartment, singing as he works on putting the finishing touches on dinner and idly fluffing a pillow here and there.
They can do this.
Something that could be for just the two of them. No longer The Flash and Captain Cold but Barry and Len. God. He couldn't even think about it without grinning like an idiot.
He'd gone through his apartment at least a dozen times, making sure everything was clean and in order, then ran to the few best grocery stores in Central to pick up what he'd wanted to cook for dinner. And maybe Len didn't want to dance, but Barry couldn't help himself. The music was upbeat, he was going to have a nice date in and do his very best not to spook a very rattled thief.
Len was.. unsure. He got that. A man who never did anything without a plan and now Barry was asking him to take everything he knew and flip it on it's ear. Be happy. Accept that maybe they can have something good between them. He just has to find some way to calm him down, give Len space when he needs it but reminding him that he's there. That he wants this.
So as six o'clock rolls around, Barry is still dancing around his apartment, singing as he works on putting the finishing touches on dinner and idly fluffing a pillow here and there.
They can do this.
