I – Caitlin

Two years ago (almost)

Oh, my head. It feels like a hundred or so Girders are doing the Macarena accompanied by a thousand jackhammers to add that heavy bass vibration that amped the headache already residing in my head. Not to mention my mouth felt like the Sahara desert – and tasted like sandpaper!

Thank God it was Friday. I can always ask to be excused early...unless we get a lead on Peek-a-Boo, then it'll be all hands on deck.

"Ugh!" I groaned out loud and turned to roll on my side, but a deadweight draped over my stomach made me pause from making any more sudden movements.

What the hell happened last night? Did I hook up with anyone at the bar? Did Barry let me go home with some random guy? Oooh, Allen was a dead man if he did! The Flash or not, I can make Cisco create something to keep him from running away from me while I do my best to kickbox his behind to next week.

I slowly turned my head to the other side of the bed where I was sure the owner of the arm (I'm pretty sure the deadweight over my stomach was an arm belonging to someone – most definitely a male someone) draped over my stomach was fast asleep (I hope he was asleep because I wouldn't know what to do if I turned and found out my bedmate was awake and watching me). I closed my eyes just before I turned my head a full one-eighty angle. I was too scared to find out who it was I can't remember taking home with me last night.

I seldom get plastered when I go out. The odd times I joined Cisco and Barry for happy hour (or some semblance of it after a job well done saving the city) two drinks was my limit regardless whether I felt buzzed or not. And if I wanted to get wasted, Barry was always there to take me home since Cisco was equally as plastered as I was (and FYI, that only happened once after celebrating fighting – and winning – a really nasty meta of the week). And last night I knew I drank way over my two-glass limit, and since I was with Barry I thought he'd help me out and make sure to keep me from doing something stupid – like hook up with some random guy and make some crazy, I can't remember (I'm not lying, half of what happened last night was a really dark, foggy haze!) sexy adult fun afterwards – that I'd regret in the morning.

Like right now. Right this very damn moment.

"Barry, you're a dead speedster," I groaned as my head came to a stop facing the side of the bed where my still unknown bed partner lay. I kept my eyes closed tight and did a bit of yoga breathing exercises to calm my nerves before slowly prying them open. I first pried my eye close to the pillow while I tried to spot my soon-to-be-known bed partner. "Are you kidding me?!" I blurted out loud once I recognized who it was I ended up in bed with the night before. Forget my initial apprehension about finding out who I took home with me from the bar, and forget that deadweight of an arm over my stomach. I sat bolt up the moment his familiar face registered in my migraine-induced brain, his arm resting on my stomach was carelessly tossed off its comfy perch and that, coupled with my high pitched screech (yes, I did give out an ugly screech that I wouldn't admit to anyone if I was later questioned about), woke him up.

Oh, he looked so cute, warm, rumpled, innocent, fuzzy from sleep and sexy as hell first thing in the morning. I think my heart just did a couple of Olympic-worthy somersaults and some exciting jolt shot down that area below my waist at the sight of him.

Wait, what was I thinking? I shouldn't be thinking some fun naughty thoughts between me and my bed partner right now.

I waited until he calmed down from the shock of being shrieked awake. He took a couple of deep, calming breaths before turning to look at me. It didn't take long to register what caused my initial panic when I saw his blue eyes widen in recognition (and realization too I think).

"Oh shit," he muttered, his eyes never wavering from holding mine as we both sat staring at each other, me with the blanket clutched to my chest and him with the blanket pooled around his waist, exposing his near perfectly sculpted torso for my eyes to feast on.

Oh shit indeed. It about summed up this unexpected dilemma we seem to be faced with.