Lydia's standing outside Barry's office at the police station in a trench coat and when he opens the door, she grins. “You've got a half an hour for lunch, right?”
Barry looks surprised when he opens the door and she’s standing there, but he smiles and reaches out to take her hand and pull her into the large room, shutting the door behind her. “Yeah, I do, I’m just starting my break now. Why are you here? I thought that you had work today.”
Reaching back with her free hand, Lydia turns the lock and lifts an eyebrow. “Shockingly, Stark does give us lunch breaks, as well,” she replies playfully, untying the belt on her coat without moving to open the coat. “...you did say you’ve always wanted to do it in the office…”
His eyebrows rise in surprise when she locks his office door and slowly starts to untie her coat, and he moves around her to shut the blinds on his windows. “Right now?” He seems caught off guard, but far from protesting, turning to finally face her as he leans back on his large desk. He gives a little nod in her direction, eyes unmoving from the belt that she’s letting fall way. “What uh… what you got under there?”
“Yes, right now.” A mischievous grin creeps over Lydia's lips and she lowers the shoulders of the coat down to reveal bare shoulders. “Oh, you know...nothing.”
In the kitchen of the old apartment in the free building, Lydia's at the stove in a pair of boy short panties and one of Barry's button down shirts, scrambling eggs for breakfast.
He stands behind her, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen and watching her with a fondness in his eyes that’s reserved only for Lydia. After a minute or so he starts to step forward, walking behind her and slipping his arms around her waist and tightening them to pull her back into his chest. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. “You look good in my shirts.”
When she feels him hug her from behind, Lydia leans back into it, tilting her head back against his chest and she smiles. “You always say that, that’s why I keep wearing them,” she admits, craning her neck up to kiss his jaw.
“That’s because I’m always thinking it.” He smiles once more when she manages to kiss his jaw, his chin tilting down so he could steal a swift peck before giving her a playful pat on her backside. “You look good in everything.” His hands move down her waist to plant themselves on her hips, voice muffled as he speaks against her neck. “I think you should call in late to work.”
Her hips are rolling fluidly as she moves toward him in that stupid gold bikini he likes so much, but rather than the buns, her hair is tousled and falls down around her shoulders and halfway down her mostly bare back.
He’s sitting on the couch in nothing but sweatpants, his body riddled with what looks like fresh cuts and scrapes and he has a nasty bruise on his cheek bone, but he’s smiling. When she gets close enough he reaches out and grabs her hand, dragging her closer and tugging her effortlessly into his lap before reaching up and pulling the back string of her bikini top, letting it fall open. His fingers curl into the thick red hair on the back of her head to drag her down into a heated, hungry kiss.
They're curled together under a single blanket on the couch in front of the television in their pajamas.
His arms are wrapped around her, and Barry gives a dramatic sigh before kissing her cheek. “Angel.” His voice is gentle. “I’m really trying. But this movie is so horrible. Please. Please can we change the channel.”
Lydia laughs and nuzzles her nose against his chin when she looks up. “You promised you’d watch the Notebook if it ever came on and you wouldn’t complain, you’re really breaking this rule, Bae…”
Barry groans and lets his head fall back against the couch again. “I know but it’s the worst movie ever, can’t we watch something more exciting?” He pauses, shifting under the blankets to pull her closer and tickle her sides a little. “They have a new Hawking documentary on Netfliiix…”
She squeaks with surprise at the unexpected tickle and wiggles in his hold. “Stoooop, okay, we can watch the Hawking documentary, okay, okay!” she laughs, too ticklish for her own safety in this relationship, clearly. “You win. You're lucky you're pretty.”
Lydia bites her lip and adjusts the collar of his lab coat. “I want you to show me,” she says in a low, husky voice, looking up at him. “Show me what you want, Barry.”
A sly smile stretches across Barry’s face before he takes takes her wrist, moving with surprising speed in a flash of light before he has her pinned to the wall of their living room with her wrists above her head in one of his hands. His other moved up to tilt her chin upward, leaning forward to keep his mouth just out of her reach. “Maybe I want you to ask for it.”
Her head is moving in an attempt to chase his mouth for a kiss, but he keeps himself just out of reach. “Please?” she whimpers, rolling her hips toward his for some sort of friction or even just contact beyond his hands around her wrists.
Barry huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he watches her, and his free hand moves down her stomach to disappear out of frame. He’s watching her face closely, as if looking for a particular reaction, and when he gets it a wicked grin stretches across his face. “Come on, Angel, like you mean it.”
She loves it when he gets like this and it shows on her face for a split second before she falls back into her role. His hand is moving and a short moment after it disappears from view, Lydia drops her head back against the wall, closing her eyes in a slow blink as a soft, almost soundless moan just barely escapes her before she can stop it. “Please, Barry, fuck…"
They're touring the new apartment in Greenwich Village and she's smiling up at him, her fingers laced in his. “I think we found it, Bae.”
Barry is still looking around with a big smile, his hand tightening in Lydia’s as he slowly leads her over to the large window overlooking the city, and he steps behind her to wrap her up in his arm and rest his chin on the top of her head. “I think so too,” he says warmly, swaying with her a little in the sunlight and staring out at the other buildings. He squeezes her, moving to kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”
Lydia’s eyes close and she smiles. “I love you, too.”