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"You're insane." I mumble, scooping ice cream into my mouth, as I stay seated on the couch with Barry, my hair messy, my cheeks strained with dry tears, my eyes puffy and slightly red still, as I was dressed head to toe in Barry's clothes.

"Why am I insane?" Barry's voice is raspy, laced with exhaustion, as he continued to eat his own ice cream from his bucket.

"It's four am- and you're awake eating ice cream with me." I sniffle, looking at him, "You're insane."

"Or- I'm just in love." Barry cheekily says, tiredly winking at me.

"Barry." I huff, sniffling again, "You're honestly insane. But I love you for it. So- it's okay."

"At least you love me for it." Barry leans his head against my shoulder.

"We both have work tomorrow." I sigh, taking another bite of my ice cream.

"So?" Barry kisses my cheek, "You were upset and couldn't sleep. I can't sleep knowing you're upset."

I silently shrug, picking at my ice cream with my spoon, looking at him, thoughts filling my mind, causing me to slightly tear up again.

Barry sat up, keeping eye contact with me, "I'm listening."

"I never wanted to admit that I was scared of losing you in the future." I broke eye contact and looked down at my ice cream, "But- in reality, it's my biggest fear."

Barry's expression softens, as I went on, my voice becoming weak and cracking towards the end of my sentence, "I fell in love with the man who would give his life to keep the people he loves- and the people of this city safe. And- I love you so much for it- because your heart is bigger than anyone I've ever known. But, you've always taken more than you can handle and I-"

I looked up at him, my bottom lip quivering lightly, as I refused to let the tears in my eyes fall, "I know- one day I'm going to lose you- as much as I dread it. I'm so- scared, Barry. I'm so scared- that I'm going to lose you forever this time."

"Hey- hey-" Barry pulls me into him, wrapping his arm around me, "I love you. And- just like you said- when this problems comes- we're gonna face it. And we're going to change the future if we have to."

"Don't quote me at a time like this-" I pout, Barry letting out a little laugh, kissing my cheek, as I blinked away my tears, a weak smile forming on my lips, "I guess you're right."

"I don't want you to be upset over this, okay?" Barry leans his head against my shoulder, "I know everything with Nora- triggered every emotion you've kept bottled up, but, I want us to be happy- I don't like seeing you cry."

I give him a weak nod, looking at the time, "We have to be up for work in a few hours." I look at him, "I feel bad now."

"We can both just call in late." Barry kisses my neck lightly, "Problem solved."

I hum in response, "I guess so."

I looked at him, a weak smile on my lips, as he gave me a soft smile. I peck his lips, only for the kids to turn deeper, the ice cream buckets moving to the coffee table, clothes off and the blanket over us, the next many moments we shared together filled with lust and love.

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"Good morning." Sherloque greets us with his tea cup as Barry and I walked in around 8 am, small bags under both of our eyes.

"Oh, his accent is so soothing- I could fall asleep right now." I mutter under my breath, Barry lightly nudging me playfully.

I was dressed in a pastel mint green long sleeve, which was tucked into a pair of blue ripped jeans, my legs once again exposed due to the amount of rips in them, Barry's jean jacket on, my hair wavy due to me not having the energy to do it this morning, as we were both tired out of our minds. Barry had his arm around me, holding me close, as I slipped my coffee that Barry held for me, my head leaned against his chest.

"Morning, Sherloque." I tiredly greet him, sipping on my coffee, Sherloque walking over to me, a look filled with suspicion crossing his features.

"Flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, glowing skin, your undone hair, the scent of Monsieur Allen, the smile that hasn't wiped off his face since he got here-" Sherloque looked at me, "It can only mean one thing. Monsieur Allen satisfied your sexual needs last night."

I choked on the cold coffee that was slowly making its way down my throat, as I fell into a coughing fit, Barry's face instantly going red at Sherloque practically exposing us, even if we were the only ones here.

Barry puts down the coffee's onto the desk, rubbing my back to calm be down, and once I had, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me from behind, burying his face into the crook of my neck to hide how embarrassed he was.

"Your reactions just proved me correct." Sherloque hides a grin, sipping his tea, heading back over to the clear board which he was previously writing on.

"I-" I put my hand on Barry's head, playing with his hair, "We just didn't get much sleep last night, that's all-"

"Because you two were up most of the night satisfying yourselves?" Sherloque wrote on the board.

"No- I-" I stammer, as I felt Barry start to softly laugh against me, slipping away from Barry, linking arms with Barry, Barry grabbing both coffees, "You know what, Barry and I- we have to go- and train. With- Nora. So- we'll be in the Speed Lab if you need us."

"No naughty business-" Sherloque calls out behind us, cause me to turn instantly.

"Sherloque-" I began to make my way over to him, only for Barry to wrap an arm around me, holding both coffees still, pulling me into the Speed Lab.

"Okay- okay-" I kiss his cheek, slipping away, grabbing my drink, sipping the caramel flavored coffee.

After an hour of waiting for Nora, Barry and I had fallen asleep on the ground, leaning against the railing, seated on the steps, Barry's back against the railing, as he held me tight in his arms, the both of us dead asleep.

Eventually, I had woken up, waking him up accidentally in the process, trying to get free of his hold, my eyes landing on the time.

I sigh, standing up, stretching lightly, "Let's just call it, Barry. She's not coming. Again."

"She's probably just helping with Jenna so Joe and Cecile can sleep in." Barry stood up, stretching also, resting his hands on his head, his muscles flexing.

"Every day for the past two weeks?" I huff, looking at him.

"They look really tired." Barry innocently tries to reason, as I shot him a look, "They do."

I roll my eyes lightly, my attention caught to the monitor when it starts to beep rapidly, my eyes landing on the screen, "Tripped alarm at Central City Art Gallery. Someone stole a Monet."

"At 10:00 a.m.?" Barry's tone was high, "That's bold."

"CCPD's en route, suspect heading west on Ruger." I looked at him, "Go."

Barry whooshes off, as I made my way back to the cortex, standing behind the console, slipping off Barry's jacket, "The thief just turned on to Ramirez off of Fifth."

"Almost there." Barry's voice came through the comms, and then seconds later he speaks again, "He's not carrying anything."

"Because he handed it off to someone else." Nora's voice suddenly fills the line, causing both Barry and I to be confused.