Violet sighed. “I don’t like the idea of you training with Oliver, Cisco. He’ll be mean to you. He’ll probably make you cry.”
“Ex-Cuuuuse you, I am a man. I will take his critiques like a man.” Cisco said, standing up before sitting down again. “I don’t like the idea of Thawne, so.”
Helena rolled her eyes at his giggle and more aggressively pushed against him, slipping her hands inside his waistband.
“Wait.” Cisco said, pushing the woman off of him a little. “I thought we were going to talk and cuddle. Watch a movie. Do something other than what society says a man and a woman should do when alone in an apartment.”
Violet shook her head. “Bro, if Oliver has to draw the line because there’s too much violence, I think that makes it murder. He literally is okay with shooting people all the time. I don’t know. From what I’ve heard she’s called the Huntress. Which. In the name… Literally implies that she hunts. Hunts men. Hunts people to kill. I mean. She’s an escaped convict. Which, you know, I’m all for you banging a hot villainess and all but that seems a little off character for you.”
“Hmmm.” Cisco hummed with a finger on his chin. “You’re crazy.” He said with a goofy grin. “I’ll ask Oliver when training…yeah?”
Violet laughed. “Why don’t you just ask her out, then? I mean, if you don’t care about the whole… Murderous crazy bitch that Oliver put in jail and somehow she broke out… thing. Why not go for it?”
Cisco whipped his head to look at his sister. “Murderous? No. She’s a vigilante. She’s good.”
Helena nodded and moved her lips back to his own, dragging her teeth lightly against his bottom lip. “I’m in your lap. Your arms are around me. We’re cuddling.”
Cisco grinned against her lips. “Is it hot in here, or is it just you?” He let out a cheeky giggle before closing the gap between their lips.
Violet sighed and gave him a few chips, still petting his head. “Well, do you want to see her again?”
“Probably.” He smiled, stuffing the chips in his mouth. “She’s hot.”
Violet wrinkled her nose. “You don’t have her number?”
“Nope! Gave ‘er mine, didn’t get ‘ers. Phone dead.” Cisco said, reaching for some chips.
Helena slipped her hand up his shirt and slowly peeled it up over his head. “This IS cuddling,” she murmured.
“Is it?” He said with a smile, taking the shirt and tossing to the side.
She felt something on the ground but she was able to still stay there without moving and looked at him “You don’t know!” She felt how a breeze was now around them actually “I don’t….Barry was right, I need to learn how to control my emotions, I can’t, this is too much, please, Cisco, leave, I don’t want to hurt you”
“No!” He yelled. Cisco was getting upset with his friend and her stubbornness. He was getting colder by the minute, and He threw his arm out, aiming it at the concrete under Caitlin. The ground shook, harder this time. The shockwave sent Cisco to his knees, catching him offguard at the strength of it. As he knelt on the ground, he wrapped his arms around his torso, trying to warm himself.
Violet sighed and stroked his head. “Why don’t you know whether you’ll do it again? Do things do it more than one time in Cisco land?”
“Dunno.” He sighed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it close to his chest. “Don’ have ‘er number…”
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