"Totally one of the good ones," she reassures him with a laugh. He does look the part, he's right about that. She'd mostly meant figuratively with the romantic aspect of what he'd said, though.
Perhaps the hidden danger in this charade is just how easy it is to get lost in. He's handsome, incredibly smart, and successful, but moreover, he's just…good and, quite frankly, after Jay, Caitlin could use something good in her love life. That's not what this is, of course; a love life. It's two professional acquaintances who haven't probably got any local currency on them wanting to sneak into free dance lessons because why not? How hard can a little kiss be? How detrimental to a budding friendship could it possibly be? She'd do this with Cisco, so why not Ray? It's not a big deal.
Giving an almost imperceptible nod when she sees the way he's looking at her, like he's searching for one last confirmation that this is fine, Caitlin mentally prepares herself to immediately roll this off her shoulders so they can laugh it off once they get inside. She tries not to dissociate the sensation of the hand pulling her closer with the fact that it's Ray doing it, because to do so would be to forget that this is nothing more than an act. She's knows herself too well.
What Caitlin expects to proceed the subtle nod she gives...is not what Caitlin gets. A tiny, barely audible and very succinct hum of surprise escapes against his lips and the hand on the back of his neck curls a little tighter, fingers moving into the hair at the nape of his neck. If he's going to sell it like this then she can match. And when they break, she's glad she's not the only one who finds herself lingering a few seconds too long, lips kiss-swollen and parted in a silent "whoa…" as her eyes finally flutter open again just in time for Ray to pull back and straighten up before escorting her in.
Caitlin opens her mouth to speak when they're safely inside, but she closes it again when she realizes she's not really sure what to say.
Don't make it weird, Caitlin. Don't make it weird. It's not weird, this is totally fine. Nothing to see here, not a big deal, don't make it—
"Wow…" she blurts out and, immediately realizing that she is, in fact, about to make it weird, her eyes widen and she scrambles to backpedal. "I mean, wow, I can't believe that actually worked. Go us," she says, holding up a hand for a high five for a seconds before realizing that's so awkward. The hand drops to her side again and she steps to the side to put a little bit of space between them again as she clears her throat. "See? We can totally sell it to get into all these things; we're fine. What kind of dance do you think they'll be teaching?"
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Perhaps the hidden danger in this charade is just how easy it is to get lost in. He's handsome, incredibly smart, and successful, but moreover, he's just…good and, quite frankly, after Jay, Caitlin could use something good in her love life. That's not what this is, of course; a love life. It's two professional acquaintances who haven't probably got any local currency on them wanting to sneak into free dance lessons because why not? How hard can a little kiss be? How detrimental to a budding friendship could it possibly be? She'd do this with Cisco, so why not Ray? It's not a big deal.
Giving an almost imperceptible nod when she sees the way he's looking at her, like he's searching for one last confirmation that this is fine, Caitlin mentally prepares herself to immediately roll this off her shoulders so they can laugh it off once they get inside. She tries not to dissociate the sensation of the hand pulling her closer with the fact that it's Ray doing it, because to do so would be to forget that this is nothing more than an act. She's knows herself too well.
What Caitlin expects to proceed the subtle nod she gives...is not what Caitlin gets. A tiny, barely audible and very succinct hum of surprise escapes against his lips and the hand on the back of his neck curls a little tighter, fingers moving into the hair at the nape of his neck. If he's going to sell it like this then she can match. And when they break, she's glad she's not the only one who finds herself lingering a few seconds too long, lips kiss-swollen and parted in a silent "whoa…" as her eyes finally flutter open again just in time for Ray to pull back and straighten up before escorting her in.
Caitlin opens her mouth to speak when they're safely inside, but she closes it again when she realizes she's not really sure what to say.
Don't make it weird, Caitlin. Don't make it weird. It's not weird, this is totally fine. Nothing to see here, not a big deal, don't make it—
"Wow…" she blurts out and, immediately realizing that she is, in fact, about to make it weird, her eyes widen and she scrambles to backpedal. "I mean, wow, I can't believe that actually worked. Go us," she says, holding up a hand for a high five for a seconds before realizing that's so awkward. The hand drops to her side again and she steps to the side to put a little bit of space between them again as she clears her throat. "See? We can totally sell it to get into all these things; we're fine. What kind of dance do you think they'll be teaching?"