Re: [flash/gwen at the facility]
Gwen was finally getting over her certainty that she was going to die at any moment. It wasn't that there had been any super mega breakthrough or anything, and the threat of cellular degradation was the same as it always had been, but she wasn't as concerned as she had been before. There was no logic to it, no data for her to parse that said she would be able to remain alive, but she kind of wasn't a fatalist. She'd gotten away from the League, and her cellular decay rate had been normal for the past year and a half, and she was free now. She wanted to live, even if it was a life that didn't plan for years and decades into the future.
And she really, really, really liked Flash. She was totally aware that the time apart made things weird, and she wasn't experienced in coming back together after a time spent apart. It was new to her, and she only knew that (socially) it felt different than the last time they'd spent any significant time together.
But none of that seemed super important when he followed her into the closet with his lopsided smile. His hands settled on her hips, and she didn't really need much encouragement to press against him. Okay, so she wasn't skilled at this or anything, at the instinctive rock forward of hips, but there was eagerness in the darkness as she tipped her chin up and kissed him back. Her hands slid along his chest, and she tugged at his shirt in a way that was kind of new. It was a little bit desperate, that tug of fingers in the darkness, and her kiss was a little bit the same. It was safe and dark, and she totally didn't worry about anything but how he felt against her.