Context: Grant and Candice aren't yet dating (obviously have feelings for each other)
It had been a long day, the last day of filming season 4 of the flash. Candice just led on her couch in her trailer absolutely exhausted, not being asked to move. She just cuddled up into Zoë bear and thought about her plans for the hiatus. She was gonna miss Grant as well as everyone else - especially Grant.
She hears a knock at the door but really can't be bothered to answer it. It knocks again...
"Who is it?!" She calls, not moving from her position.
"It's Kim, I thought I'd come see you before I go."
She was hoping it was Grant coming to say goodbye but Kim would do; they had made really good friends after all and she might not be returning for a while.
"Come in!" Candice shouted.
Kim let herself in to see Candice flat out on the sofa with Zoë asleep on her stomach.
"Oh girl..." Kim sighed.
"What?" Candice asks screwing up her face.
"Sit up." She demands, tapping her leg.
"Ugh, why?!" Candice groans, burying her face in her pillow.
"Because... we've just broke up for hiatus, you need to have some fun - celebrate!" Kim explains.
Candice really didn't feel like it but she wasn't guaranteed to see her for a while so knew she should make the effort.
She effortlessly sat up and shuffled over so Kim could sit down.
"You could just ask to meet up with him you know." She says sitting down.
Candice creased her eyebrows. How the hell did she know that was what was making her feel down?
"What?" Candice chuckles, playing stupid.
"Grant. You're upset because you won't be able to see him for a while." Kim states.
Candice laughs nervously, "well okay detective Engelbrecht"
"Trust me, it doesn't take a detective."
"What?!" Candice accidentally shouts. Was it really that obvious?! Did he know? What if everyone knew and were laughing at her behind her back?!
"Oh it's okay, he's oblivious to it." She says, getting up and popping open a bottle of whine. "Champagne?" She says sitting back down.
"Um yes!" Candice says, immediately feeling better.
"So, you ever gonna tell him?" She asks.
Candice sighed. What was she supposed to say to that? She didn't know herself.
"I don't know, I don't want to put him in that position." Candice replies.
"What position? He likes you too you know?"
"He does not." Candice scoffs.
"Mm I think he does." She says, raising her eyebrows.
"And what the hell makes you think that?!" Candice asks in interest.
"The way he looks at you, how he is around you, the way he lingers on you when you're not looking, believe me Candice the list it's extensive." She says, downing her glass.
"He doesn't,and slow down with that drink."
"He does, and no." Kim wittily replies, shoving a glass in Candice's hands. "Drink." She orders.
Candice was thinking about what she said about grant and she could see where she was coming from but doubted it meant anything. She practically chugged down her champagne but her glass was soon refilled.
*****
Kim and Candice had been talking about relationships and life in general and laughing over times on set they'd shared together whilst filming the season. They'd now managed to get through 2 whole bottles between the pair of them.
"I ShOuLd Go..." Kim slurs, tripping as she gets up, falling flat on her face.
Both of them start laughing hysterically to the point they have tears in their eyes.
"WaIT, I'm GoInG tO sEe GrAnT" Candice says still laughing.
"What?" Kim questions her face blank.
"I feel brave, I'm gonna get that man! He's gonna love me and I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him!" Candice shouts raising her arms in the air, very determined.
"YEAH!" Kim cheers, struggling to get up.
"Here, let me help you..." Candice says going to help her up but stumbling herself.
"No, LeAvE mE, SAVE YOURSELF! I'll stay here tonight with the puppy... you get that man!" Kim says, gripping her arm.
"IM GONNA GET THAT MAN!" Candice says enthusiastically and running to the door.
"Have a nice night!" Kim shouts to her.
Candice almost falls down the steps but manages to gain her balance. She quickly makes her way to Grants trailer. She could see the lights on so knew he was still in there.
"GRANT!" She shouts, halfway there, "GRANT!" She shouts again getting all excited. "GRAAAAAT?... GRAT" She says, making it up the steps to his trailer.
He opens the door wondering what the hell is going on.
"GRAT! ITS ME CANDICE!" She says opening out her arms for a hug and he hugs her.
"Candice? Are you okay?" He asks, confused.
"YEAS. I WAS JUST IN MY TRAILER AND I THOUGHT I LOOKED PRETTY, DONT YOU THINK I LOOK PRETTY?!" She shouts.
"I think you're drunk but yeah of course you look pretty." He can't help but laugh at her.
"I KNEW IT!" She shouts again.
"Knew what?" He asks her.
"You want me," she whispers as she grips onto his jacket and pushes him into his trailer.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"We're gonna have sex." She says slamming the door and pressing him against the wall - her body on his. She kisses him passionately and he pushes her off.
"Wow uh - no, were not. You're drunk, I'm not taking advantage of you like that." He says.
"I'm not drunk," she scoffs and goes to kiss him again and he lets her because of course he was loving it.
"Yes... you are." He says, pushing her off again.
Truthfully he was slightly drunk as well as he'd had a couple of beers in celebration of the end of the season but still sober enough to know what not to do.
"Please..." she whispers as she tickles down his chest and then grips hold of his dick causing him to moan - he so wanted her.
Why can't she be sober?
"No." He said firmly, taking her hand away and sitting down onto his couch to get away from her because she was so tempting but it wasn't the right thing to do.
"Fine. Suit yourself." She said going over to his fridge and getting out two cans of beer. "But you like me don't you?" She says certainly.
Grant laughs, "I never thought I'd tell you but seeing as you're drunk and won't remember this... yeah I like you." He admits.
"So why don't you wanna fuck?" She asks, handing him a can and stumbling onto his lap. "Oops." She chuckles, but makes no effort to get off.
"I do, but you're not you at the minute, you won't remember by the morning." He explains, gently moving her off his lap.
"Huh." She mutters. Candice cracks open the can and goes to drink it but grant stops her,
"Nuh uh, you're already intoxicated I don't think you should have more." He says.
"Well you're not actually my boyfriend so you don't have to tell me what to do so... ima drink it - so are you."
Ouch.
Grant finds himself just drinking anyway like she ordered and she is the most hilarious drunk person to be around. He is most definitely more drunk now as well.
"Grat..." she says, not being able to say his name properly anymore, "we are gonna go out in the hiatus okay? I'm gonna make you." She demands.
"Fine by me." He says.
"Please can I kiss you again?" She asks.
"Why do you ask? You didn't before?" He laughs.
"I know but I was feeling very optimistic and excited and stuff and I was sure I was gonna fuck you but then you said no and I don't wanna wake up tomorrow and regret everything but I really wanna kiss you so if you let me I would and then we can be happy and then I promise I'll leave you alone!" She begs, sounding like nerdy Barry the way she's going into every detail.
Grant leans in and just kisses her and she kisses back, cupping his face.
They pull out and she looks at him, "thank you." She says.
"My pleasure." He says, smiling.
She kisses him again, running her fingers through his hair before climbing onto his lap. Grant carries on as he's also drunk but then pulls away gaining control of himself.
"Babe I don't think we should carry on," he tells her.
"Babe?" She quotes him.
"Shit I mean Candice," he laughs.
"But you want to." She says.
"I know but don't you want to remember it?" He asks.
"Yeah I guess. Promise tomorrow well talk?"
"Of course... I want this." He says smiling and caressing her thighs.
"Okay," she whispers, kissing him again. "You can touch me wherever you know, I'll let you because you're Grant Gustin."
"Cmon, you should get some rest. I'll sleep this side of the sofa." He laughs, lifting her up off his lap and putting her down on the other side of his couch and putting a blanket over her.
"Goodnight." He says, giving her another peck on the lips before lying down on the other side of the sofa.
"Goodnight g." She says happily.
"Goodnight Dice." He whispers back.
