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[thescarletspeedster]

It's nearing the end of Derek's shift at Semele's. It's barely the end of Barry's at the precinct, but the fun part about being a speedster means there's no need for time to prepare. When the clock sounds, he's out of his work clothes and into his Flash suit in no time, racing towards the bar.

He's in and out so fast that no one could see, though some of the regulars must be used to the telltale crackle of electricity by now. In his wake is a note taped to Derek's office door.

Corner of Parliament and Girard. Use your nose!

Pleased, Barry races off to the spot, ready to affix his next note.

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[triskehale]

“Hey, it won me over.” It’s not entirely true. Derek was already pretty smitten with Barry even before their date, and before being so thoroughly serenaded. “How about I drag you off somewhere and kiss you instead?”

He pulls Barry in and rests a hand on his hip, leading him in a lazy waltz. Somehow, even after all these years, those dance lessons his mother forced him and his siblings into taking have never left him.

“Because if I throw you overboard, I’ll have to jump in after you,” he says with a smirk, lifting their joined hands to twirl Barry underneath them before pulling him in close again. Someone nearby lets out an awed sort of noise, but Derek can’t look away from Barry. “And I like this suit.”

[thescarletspeedster]

Barry laughs as Derek spins him, only to catch him expertly in his arms to resume the dance. "They might jump overboard to cool off," he murmurs, but he doesn't look at their observers. With Derek in front of him, smiling and in that suit, there's no way he could look at anything else. Barry's no great dancer himself, but Derek is a great lead, and as instep as they are Barry doesn't step on his feet once.

Sometime during the song, the boat finally begins to leave dock, and Barry feels a hint of boyish excitement. "I wish we could take a real trip."

[triskehale]

"Wouldn't that be something?" He says warmly, but he only has eyes for Barry. With this particular age bracket there is bound to be some dirty looks thrown their way, but Derek doesn't care. Darrow has always been more accepting anyway. More tolerant.

The song crescendos and Derek shows off a bit, twirling Barry again and then bending him back in a dip as the song ends. There's a small smattering of applause and Derek chuckles before pulling Barry back up and leading him out to the deck of the boat, one arm around his waist as they look out over the water.

"I wish we could too," he says after a moment, breathing in the fresh air. "I've never really taken a fun trip anywhere. It was too hard to wrangle a little pack of prepubescent werewolves, I suppose."

There was the trip out to New York after the fire with Laura, and the trip back to Beacon Hills without her, but neither of those were particularly enjoyable.