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[Guess what nerd is growing more and more impatient in the fact that he can't seem to hack beyond the basic functions of a computer. His hair's a mess from running his hands through it, his bowtie is undone and he's potentially typing a little more furious with each attempt to get into the system.]

...no, I do not want hot chocolate. Is it so difficult for you to understand that I want a breach home?!

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No. [Murmured against his lips, hands sliding up to undo his tie and work at the buttons on his shirt.]

[he reaches and bats Oliver's hands away, red on his face. The room may be locked but this is certainly not a place to let one's guard down]

Oliver. You're not bargaining correctly. I'm lowering my number, you're ot.

[A smile as he pulls his shirt up and off.] I am not bargaining. I'm simply pressing my advantage.

[He tries to scramble away while the shirt is being taken off, using his own advantage.]

[Oh no you don't Barry Allen.

Barry might move fast, but Oliver is faster. Bare arms hook around his waist, hauling him in close against his chest.] No, no, no. You are staying in bed. With me.

[Solid chest, warm heartbeat. Oliver is hard to resist but he knows that he needs to get them out of here. And that needs to be done with Barry concentrating on trying to get the coding out. He tries to wriggle away from those arms]

What if someone walks in, Ollie?

No one will walk in, Barry. The rooms are secure and I am not letting you out of this room until you sleep and get something to eat.

I'm fine. I just had breakfast before we got here.

And now we're past midnight and I haven't seen you eat or drink anything since we did. You have to rest, you have to eat and you have to sleep.

And we're trapped in some outside dimension and have no way to get home. What the flipping heck is this place? Nothing seems right.

Barry.
[He cups his hands in his face.] Beloved.
You are the smartest person I have ever known. The most brilliant.

You will find us a way home, but you won't find it if you deny yourself sleep and food.

I can sleep when we're back home in Starling.

[he turns and kisses his palm]

In our own apartment.

And when you fall apart in exhaustion? When I have to carry you back to our bed because you have collapsed in the Cortex?

Some battles can not be one in the first skirmish. Some times it is a longer, planned out battle.

I promise I won't pass out from exhaustion. I'm fine! Really.

Promise me all you like, but I'm not letting you leave this room for at least seven hours.

Seven--like heck we're staying here more than three!

[He'll try to squirm away from Oliver's grip]

[Barry. Stop.
Oliver sighs and simply picks him up again, depositing him on the bed and going to the additional measure of straddling his hips to keep him pinned down. His lips twitch.] I will make good on the threat to tie you down.

[Ignore the undignified squawk as Barry flails. This line face. So hard.]

Any other day or time, that would be lovely. But not right now.

[He hopes he doesn't sound as flustered as he feels about that thought.]

I can always offer to distract you. [He leans to nuzzle his jaw, hiding his smile because that expression has all the might and fury of an angry puppy.]

[He struggles against him because Oliver it is not playtime.]

This is not appropriate right now! And--and are you laughing at me?

Barry - I have been many things in my life, but not one of them is insane enough to even think about laughing at you. [With, yes. At? No.]

One hour. You have one more hour to try and if you are so much as a minute late Barry Allen I will carry you back here, tie you to the bed and have my wicked way with you until you do fall asleep.

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