[ Cisco could argue that clothes were a very different thing to a single piece of jewelry, but he stops himself. The impulse to self-deprecate is there, but it's not as urgent as he's used to. Certainly not as urgent as it would be if it were anyone else. The fact is, he has made clothing before. Barry's suit. Oliver's. Sara Lance's. And sure, he's not going to have to worry about heat-threading or friction-resistance if he makes Eddie a shirt, but the basic skills are there.
His initial shock is ebbing now and Cisco once more feels warm and buzzy and elated. He bumps his hip against Eddie's thigh, grin going a little flirty at the edges. ]
[ He wouldn't start there, of course. He would want to be sure he could make half-decent looking normal clothes before he tried to throw together anything sexy. But someday, perhaps... ]
Just wondering.
[ And then Cisco is slipping his arms around Eddie's neck, pulling him down into another kiss. ]
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His initial shock is ebbing now and Cisco once more feels warm and buzzy and elated. He bumps his hip against Eddie's thigh, grin going a little flirty at the edges. ]
Even if it's a bit risqué?
[ He wouldn't start there, of course. He would want to be sure he could make half-decent looking normal clothes before he tried to throw together anything sexy. But someday, perhaps... ]
Just wondering.
[ And then Cisco is slipping his arms around Eddie's neck, pulling him down into another kiss. ]
Thank you. Thank you so so much.