He had a bit of a love-hate relationship going with the way Carrie's pants fit her now.
From before that fateful night, they had been...not baggy but certainly not well...
He loved how they were molded perfectly to her rear.
He hated how they were molded perfectly to her rear.
God how he wanted to bend her over the nearest surface and---
It was a good thing he didn't have super-strength; he'd have crushed his travel mug by now.
Must. Maintain. Control.
...there were so many cold showers in his future.
So damn many.
YOU ARE READING
Every Breath You Take
FanfictionCompanion piece for 'Carrie Allen Is the Flash'. From Eobard's POV Warnings for Eobard being a Creepy McStalker, who likes to watch everything and being a general perv. ( #1 in Eobard as of 7/28/2019 )
