Re: [flash/gwen at the facility]
Gwen knew stuff was weird, but limited experience meant she had a hard time comprehending the impact of external forces on Flash. She knew (majorly knew) that the donor would've been better able to understand Flash's reactions to things, but the donor had a lot more time with him, and Gwen tried to convince herself that her lack in this area was totally to be expected. She also thought it was a good thing, because she didn't want to be the donor. She didn't think he wanted her to be (though maybe part of him did), but she assumed the differentiation was good, even if it was frustrating not to immediately understand his motivations.
But it was dark now, and the door was closed, and there wasn't any logic that indicated that enclosed darkness should make coherent thought more challenging. But, it was more challenging, at least for Gwen. Maybe it was the combination of proximity and sensations heightened by the absence of vision, but Flash felt really, really good against her. He grabbed her ass, and she gasped against his mouth and into the kiss. And, feeling totally daring, she reached back for his hand and tugged it forward. She led his fingers under that dinosaur sweatshirt, holding his fingertips over the insubstantial and flimsy fabric of the bra she wore. She held her breath a little, but he was smiling against her mouth, and she kissed him a little harder.