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After listening to Cisco's detailed explanation, Allen gave him an approving pat on the shoulder, his expression lighting up with satisfaction.
"You really are a genius. I knew I found the right person for the job. Thank you."
"It's nothing," Cisco replied with a modest shrug, though a small grin crept across his face.
"Honestly, the time was just way too tight. If I had another hour or two, I could've added more features, maybe even some custom modulation functions."
Despite his modesty, Cisco clearly took pride in the device he had created.
Still, a small flicker of regret crossed his face, like he was already thinking of upgrades.
"By the way," Allen said casually, almost as if the thought had just occurred to him.
"Where exactly did you place the locator?"
"On the metal ring," Cisco answered automatically.
The words had barely left his mouth before his eyes widened in horror.
His face stiffened as the realization hit him like a truck.
He had said too much, again.
Across from him, Harrison exhaled deeply, his expression a blend of frustration and resignation.
Cisco gave Allen a sheepish look, forced a dry chuckle, and asked weakly.
"Uh... can you pretend you didn't hear that?"
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Allen replied with a chuckle and a shrug.
Calmly, he removed the black metal ring and handed it back to Cisco.
"Nice try, though."
Cisco sighed dramatically and covered his face with both hands.
"Ugh, I walked right into that one..."
"Goodbye, everyone," Allen said with a casual wave, then turned and walked off as if none of this concerned him in the slightest.
Watching him stroll away like it was just another day, Cisco couldn't help but ask.
"We're just letting him leave? Shouldn't we, I don't know... call the police or something?"
"He'll be gone long before they get here," Harrison Wells replied calmly.
"And even if they did show up in time, what can they do? Let it go. As long as Caitlin's unharmed, everything is okay. Let's go back."
Back at the lab, Harrison quietly pulled Caitlin aside and asked her about the encounter.
After confirming she had neither been harmed nor mistreated, he offered a few reassuring words before returning to his work.
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Meanwhile, Allen had already arrived at the hotel where he had arranged to meet Helena.
He stood by the entrance, waiting under the glow of the streetlamp.
A few minutes later, the distinct roar of a powerful engine echoed down the street.
Helena's sleek car pulled up and stopped just in front of him.
"You were really waiting for me?" she asked as she stepped out, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, what else is there to do?" Allen responded with a bright, almost innocent smile.
"Let's go," Helena said with a sly grin, linking her arm with his and leading him toward the hotel.
After paying and receiving the room key, they entered the elevator.
As soon as the doors closed, Helena pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She shared a look with him, before she kissed him a deep, hot, and breathless kiss.
By the time they reached the room and unlocked the door, the air between them was charged.
Helena stepped inside; her breath uneven. Her eyes were hazy.
"Are you really sure about this? If my father finds out, you won't live to regret it," she whispered, eyes gleaming with mischief but more importantly, warning.
Allen's response was simple, his voice low and firm.
"Take it off."
Helena smirked, the challenge dancing in her eyes.
She turned around and undid the clasp of her dress, letting the fabric slide to the floor in a graceful whisper.
(T/N: In the previous work, I kind of got overwhelmed from writing smutty long chapters for every girl. In this story, I might occasionally add small parts inside of regular chapters.
This is the first try. If you don't want this, skip this part, or leave a comment, if the majority dislike this, I'll remove it)
****+18 Incoming****
"We could have some fun, you and I." She walked, her hips swaying seductively.
Then she stepped forward again, pressing her bare body into his.
Allen's cock twitched in his pants at the sight of her.
"I like the sound of that," he said, reaching out to grab her.
Helena pressed her body against his, her hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck.
"Allen~"
"I want you, Allen~" she purred, nipping at his earlobe.
"I want to feel your big, hard cock buried deep inside me."
She longed for it.
*Hm*
Allen groaned, his hands gripping her ass and pulling her harder against him.
"Fuck," he growled.
"I've been thinking about you all day. Why do you think I waited for you?"
Helena gasped, her eyes darkening with desire.
"Then what are you waiting for now?" she challenged, reaching down to palm his erection through his pants.
Allen didn't need to be told twice.
He captured her mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue delving deep as his hands roamed her body, mapping out every curve and bump.
*Ahn*
Helena moaned into his mouth, her own hands tugging at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.
They stumbled towards the bed, a tangle of limbs and groping hands, their clothes falling away until they were both bare.
Allen pushed Helena down onto the mattress, his eyes roving over her naked form like a starving man at a feast.
"You're beautiful," he breathed, trailing his fingers down her stomach to her thighs.
"I can't wait to taste this sweet pussy of yours."
Helena whimpered, spreading her legs wider in invitation.
"Please, Allen," she begged, her voice thick with need.
"I need this."
Allen didn't hesitate.
He knelt between her thighs, burying his face in her wet lips, his tongue delving deep into her slick folds.
*Ahgnnn*
Helena cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she ground herself against his mouth.
"Fuck, yes," she panted, her head thrashing on the pillow.
"Just like that, Allen. Don't stop."
Allen obliged, licking and sucking at her most sensitive spots until Helena was writhing beneath him, her thighs clamping around his head as she came with a scream of his name.
But Allen wasn't done with her yet.
He crawled up her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the way until he reached her breasts.
He took one hardened nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast and nipple.
*Hahn*
Helena arched into his touch, her nails raking down his back.
"I need your cock, Allen," she panted, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"I need you inside me."
Allen reached between them, grasping his aching erection and rubbing the tip through her wet folds.
"You want this?" he teased, pressing against her entrance but not pushing inside.
"Yes," Helena hissed, trying to impale herself on him.
"Fuck me, Allen. Please."
She then threw her eyes over his cock, since she had been distracted earlier, to say the least, and then her eyes widened.
'That's so big…'
'Looks like I'm in for the fuck of my life tonight, hehe'
With a low growl, Allen complied, thrusting forward and burying himself deep inside her hot, tight pussy.
*Ahnn*
*Hm*
They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.
Allen began to move, setting a hard and fast pace as he drove into her willing body.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with their grunts and moans of pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Allen panted, his hips snapping forward with each thrust.
"Your pussy is so tight and wet."
"Harder," Helena urged, digging her fingers into his back.
"Fuck me harder, Allen."
Allen obliged, increasing his efforts as he pistoned into her.
*Hahn*
The bed shook beneath them as he pounded into her relentlessly, chasing their pleasure with single-minded focus.
Helena could feel the tension building inside her again, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of Allen's cock.
The two got lost in each other and didn't know how long had passed.
They only knew they were feeling each other's pleasure.
*Hahn*
"I'm close," she gasped, her nails clawing at his back.
"Don't stop, Allen. I'm going to come."
Allen gritted his teeth, determination etched on his face as he drove into her with renewed fervor.
"Come on then," he demanded, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles.
"I want to feel you come on my cock."
That was all it took.
"Allen~~!"
With a scream of his name, Helena convulsed beneath him, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Allen followed moments later, burying himself deep inside her as he found his own release with a hoarse grunt.
They collapsed together on the bed, Allen's weight pressing Helena into the mattress as they both struggled to catch their breath.
****+18 End****
There was no creaking bed to ruin the moment.
This was a high-end hotel, built with silence in mind.
As such, what transpired inside the room, stayed in the room.
Simply said, it was madness.
Helena enjoyed herself immensely.
There was a violence in her pleasure, a dark thrill that shimmered behind her eyes, as if the chaos of her life had been set free in those moments.
The blood in her veins felt like it boiled.
And for a moment, it felt like a release.
When it was finally over, and Helena's breath began to even out, she collapsed beside Allen, her body trembling slightly.
She looked at him and smiled, a soft and almost tender look.
"That was... insane," she murmured.
"I haven't felt like that in years. I'm starting to hope you don't die. Don't let my father find you."
Allen turned to her, grinning.
"What you care about will only torment you. Expectation is the root of all pain. I'm just happy to help ease the suffering."
Helena's smile faltered slightly, her expression flickering.
Something about his words struck her, but she didn't respond.
After a long pause, she stood up and headed for the bathroom, limping slightly.
Helena had originally thought two hours would be plenty.
But by the time she and Allen left the hotel and began their drive back to Starling City, the sky had already darkened into deep twilight.
Pulling the car over to the side of the road, she turned to Allen one last time.
"Tell me your number."
"I'll find you... If I feel like it," Allen replied, voice calm but firm.
"Why?" Helena asked, clearly annoyed by the dodge.
Allen only smiled and got out of the car.
"I'll find you, you know!" Helena shouted out the window.
But Allen had already vanished into the night.
With an irritated huff, Helena restarted the engine and drove off toward home.
When she stepped into the house, the tension hit her like a wall.
Her father, Frank Bertinelli, sat on the living room sofa, his face shadowed and sullen.
The air was thick with disapproval.
Helena barely acknowledged him.
She met his stare with cold indifference and headed toward the stairs.
"Stop right there."
She paused.
"Are you planning to explain where you've been all this time?" he asked, his tone sharp.
"I wasn't out committing murder or arson, if that's what you're worried about," she shot back without turning around.
*Slap*
"You!" Frank stepped forward and slapped her, the sharp crack echoing through the house.
"You'd better remember something," Frank growled, his voice low and threatening.
"You're my daughter. That fact doesn't change, no matter what I do or what you think. The sooner you understand that, the better."
Helena stood still, one hand on her cheek.
She didn't cry, nor did she flinch.
She turned her head and stared at her father; her eyes ice-cold.
Without saying a word, she climbed the stairs and disappeared into her room.
Frank glared after her, then turned to the butler standing nearby.
"Find out where she went. Who she was with. I want names and locations. Everything."
"Yes, sir," the butler replied, bowing slightly before leaving the room.
Frank wanted answers.
Coincidentally… so did Felicity.
When she returned home from work and found Allen missing, she felt a twinge of concern.
But when he did show up, smelling faintly of unfamiliar perfume, her worry turned into something far more intense.
Adjusting her glasses, Felicity stood in front of him, arms crossed.
Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she asked, "Who is she?"