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[There are some days Tess really hates galas. And all of the other events that come with running something as high profile as S.T.A.R Labs. She would much rather be THERE, working on something, or at home, with Harrison and Eobard. Somewhere important. Instead of putting on a smile and pretending she’s glad to be there. But she’s always been better at it than Harrison, so she goes. He doesn’t always get OUT of going, though.
If she has to go through this, then he does, too.
But he’s gone, off on a business trip. So it’s just her.
Only it isn’t. Not anymore. Not since Eobard had come into their lives.
Somehow she’d managed to persuade him to attend with her. She’s not quite sure how, and frankly she doesn’t actually care. What matters is that he’s there. Which means it’s going to be infinitely less BORING. And watching him insult their fellow party-goers all the while sounding like he isn’t is a sight to behold.
Stealing him away for kisses around a corner or behind some incredibly ugly statue is fun, too. Touching him comes as easily as Harrison, now. Casual brushes of fingertips, without thinking. Catching his hand with hers. Pressing kisses against the back of his neck. He’s hers, as much as Harrison is. And she’s theirs.]
If she has to go through this, then he does, too.
But he’s gone, off on a business trip. So it’s just her.
Only it isn’t. Not anymore. Not since Eobard had come into their lives.
Somehow she’d managed to persuade him to attend with her. She’s not quite sure how, and frankly she doesn’t actually care. What matters is that he’s there. Which means it’s going to be infinitely less BORING. And watching him insult their fellow party-goers all the while sounding like he isn’t is a sight to behold.
Stealing him away for kisses around a corner or behind some incredibly ugly statue is fun, too. Touching him comes as easily as Harrison, now. Casual brushes of fingertips, without thinking. Catching his hand with hers. Pressing kisses against the back of his neck. He’s hers, as much as Harrison is. And she’s theirs.]