Eobard Thawne Fanfiction (Flash)

Chapter 10

You're the one who proposed sleeping at Star Labs that night, so why are you the most nervous?

"I can feel your nerves from all the way here."

You flinch, and Eobard just smiles, patting the bed.

The room is one of the many that the workers used when they were stuck on overnight projects. The bed was pretty spacious too. More than enough for the both of you. After freshening up and preparing for sleep, you can't seem to calm down.

"J-Just so you know, we're just sleeping, nothing else!"

"Roger."

You huff, walking over and lifting the covers as you slide underneath. You make sure to keep at a distance, eyes directed at the ceiling. You fidget for the first few minutes, and Eobard smiles to himself.

"You're cute when you're nervous."

"I'm not nervous!"

His grin just widens.

"I won't do anything, so relax."

You deflate.

"Are you disappointed?"

You blush turning your back to him, and Eobard just laughs.

"It's so easy to rile you up."

"Goodnight!" you hiss.

It was foolish getting worked up, you knew that. But he never failed to get under your skin. Hugging the sheets, you sigh, closing your eyes. The day's events were still running through your mind.

"I'm sorry." 

You almost think you imagined it, but you turn slowly. Eobard's gaze is still directed at you.

"I'm far from a hero. I don't believe that is going to change overnight, but when I saw you in pain, I reacted. It pissed me off, but I should have been better. You're doing this for me. So I'll try harder to control my temper." 

You know it has taken a lot for him to admit that to you. The fact that he was so concerned about you, it was just a small display that he still had some humanity in him. Even after all he'd done. He was angry for your sake.

"Thank you for saving me." 

Being a hero yourself, it's never really easy to ask for help. Your very purpose was to aid others. Although you're still trying to prove your worth, it's a bit frustrating how often you need to be saved. You move closer to him, and he wants to say something, but you just bury your face into his chest. Eobard becomes silent, and you take a deep breath, looking up at him through your lashes.

"You smell really good." His pupils visibly dilate, and he swallows.

"I thought you said we were just sleeping." He groused. His tone has dropped a few octaves, and you smile.

"We are.." you cooed.

His hand lifts, and he strokes your cheek, brushing your hair to the side. His palm stays on your cheek, and you feel so warm.

"You shouldn't be so carefree around me." He sounds a bit serious now.

"I'm not worried."

It's a challenge for him to act like your very presence doesn't affect everything he does. You lay your hand over the one that's on your cheek, smiling one last time as you close your eyes, getting comfortable.

Eobard grumbles defeatedly.

"Who's the villain now?"

"Still you~"

You grin, falling into slumber.

~The Next Morning~

You shift against the sheets, eyebrows knitting as you give a soft yawn. An arm is casually laying around your midsection, and you smile. He has you pulled to his body. Your back pressed to his chest. Eobard stirs just a little, burying his face into your shoulder. His fingers settle on your bare stomach and you giggle.

"I wasn't aware that you were ticklish." 

Your eyes pop open at the foreign voice, and you spin around in a haste. Eobard straightens when he feels you move out of reach. His eyes open and you just stare.

"Y-You changed back.."

He's not fully sure what you're talking about, but he turns to the mirror. The blond hair has completely filled out his dark locks, light freckles on his face, green eyes. Eobard looks back with a soft groan.

"I suppose I'm me again."

Maybe the team would be less tense now there weren't two Harrison's walking around. He looks back, but you're still staring. You lick your lips. His body before was already fairly muscled, but his stature has changed. His shirt is partially straining against the width of his chest due to the transformation. 

You find yourself reaching out, and you place your hand on his chest. It's like you're testing to see if he's real. Eobard's breath staggers just a little, because your hand begins moving lower, tracing every dip and ridge that is displayed through the thin piece of material. You flush when you feel the wind hit you, because now you're on your back. Eobard settled between your thighs.

He pins your hands above your head.

"What did I say about being careless around me?"

You gulp.

"S-Sorry.."

He looks fairly annoyed. After a few intense seconds he releases you, climbing off the bed. You just lay there.

"I'm going to take a shower."

He speaks. The door to the bathroom closes behind him, and you press your fingers to your reddened cheeks.

"I'm screwed."