Helena walked out and immediately noticed that he hadn’t ordered any breakfast. She wrung out her hair into a towel for a moment before sitting next to him on the bed, kissing his neck expertly to distract him from whatever revelation he had come upon.
“Helen- ah,” Cisco moaned as she began kissing his neck. “This is serious.” He muttered. The thoughts were racing through his mind once more, but he blocked them out. Those weapons had to belong to somebody.
Cisco backup 