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Killing Time

Summary:

Killer Frost is a little too bold. Written to fill the prompt "sexting".

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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The Flash groans as Killer Frost’s thigh buzzes. “I get this is boring; I hate patrolling myself. But is there anything else you can do? Who’s so important you brought your phone to talk to them?”

“Mark,” she replies as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. That would be understandable if he wasn’t okay leaving Iris. Did Caitlin get the self-control? As Frost’s shaking leg quickens, she whines and pouts like a thirty-something puppy. His heart shatters as if she’s encased it in ice.

“Fine.” She laughs with much excitement and pulls out her phone. “Just this once. You need to concentrate to patrol, and you can’t do that if your attention’s split.”

“Count me out, then. With what he’s sent me…”

Feeling like he’s tempting fate, he asks, “What did he send?”

“If my last text was anything to go by…” She grins ear-to-ear. “Ooh, Mark! You shouldn’t have!” He leans over and looks down and okay, that’s Chillblaine’s cock. A nice one, mind, but… “Wanna tap out too? You seem pretty flustered.”

“I’m married, Frost.”

She shrugs and begins fumbling with her costume. “Iris won’t mind if you see wayward dicks and clits. Speaking of…”

“I’m not into you that way! And I’m—“

“Relax! I’m countering him; I’m not that cruel anymore.” She narrows her eyes as she pulls off her tights. “Sure you don’t have the hots for me? You look. And you and Caity…”

“Caitlin. Not you.” He averts his eyes as she takes photos Iris wouldn’t dare. “Good call—I need to head out.”

She smiles slyly. “You want to go back like this. You want Iris to know we turned you on. Got you ice hard,” she laughs, “because holy shit, you’re aroused! Don’t you wear jockstraps?”

“I don’t want anything,” he groans, his head in his hands.

“She can join us if you’re nervous! We’ll make it a foursome!” She shivers as the winds of his departure hit her breasts and cunt just so. He needs more convincing, clearly. Who else can she ask… She calls someone while masturbating, beaming as the dial tone transitions into a familiar voice. “Hey, Cisco. Did you get those boobs I sent ya?”

Notes:

Man, I wish they hadn't killed off Frost. She's one of my favourite characters, as you can probably tell from this story.

What does Frost imply Barry and Caitlin got up to? I'm not sure myself. I imagine their night out in "Crazy for You" got a little steamier here...

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