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The Flash is on the job - pondering a vacation from said job.

He's feeling a bit burned out lately, but he has no idea what he'd do if he took time off.

He's heard a few reports about some funky orb going around, so he's trying to find it and corral it for study.

He comes across it sooner than he expected, and he's not quite ready for what it's going to show him...

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"Usually somebody would wave their fingers and go 'noonie noonie noooo!' and it all got done. Probably better to do it the real way, huh?"

A thigh poke.

"You're a great wife and a great mom. And you never succumbed to a minivan."

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Wally is the recipient of a lingering kiss.

"So what's the occasion for the pep talk? Or is it celebrate Bette day and I didn't know about it?"

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"It is indeed, and not to mention it comes in handy for the establishment of a Celebrate Wally day somewhere down the line, too," he quips, dragging his lips along her neck.

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"I think I could handle Celebrate Wally Day." Bette closes her eyes, soaking in the warmth, hands sliding along his skin. "I'd need warning if you wanted me to dress up. I'd need to lose a few pounds to fit into some of those costumes."

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"Mmmm... dress up."

Blink. Look to the chest. Blink.

"You could do Power Girl."

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"I don't think she likes girls."

Bette's lips quirk as she tries not to laugh, before she goes back to self-critiquing, "I'd have to lose about five pounds and do some serious toning..."

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His nose touches hers.

"Don't obsess over that stuff. Please. Trust me, you'd fill it and fill it well."

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"Convince me."

Bette's lips brush his. "We're all alone out here."

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And that's when the cell phone rings.

Dammit.

"It's the babysitter..."

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"At least it isn't work."

And Bette allows herself to pout for a few moments, even as she says, "Answer it."

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A deep sigh.

"Hello. What? Why? No, tell Iris that she won't be having anything chocolate for a week if she keeps that up. Yes, I know how long a week is for a speedster... wait, what? Barry, no. NO. Barry, why are you not listening to Mrs. Cardgage? Why are you - don't MAKE me come over there and teach you a lesson, young man!"

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Bette leans up and nibbles on Wally's ear. She's grinning a little, whispering into his ear. The kids seem to be okay. Just the usual, really. Not the end of the world at all.

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Wally bites his lip.

"No. No. A thousand times no, and don't make me actually say it all one thousand times... I told you - no, don't interrupt people, Barry... that's it. Your bedtime is going to be 7:30 all week..."

His hand is on her thigh.

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One of Bette hands slides down toward the small amount of fabric still covering him. She slides fingers beneath the fabric, sliding across his skin at his waist.

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Guh.

"No more bothering Daddy while he's working. I better not hear bad things from Mrs. Cardgage when I come home. That's the bottom line, because YOUR DAD SAID SO."

The phone is clicked shut, and now the fun begins...