Myosotis

>Flash thumped down into one of the seats outside the guidance counselor's office.
>He was almost surprised to see another student waiting.
>Some green girl.
>Nice sweater.
>Considering how often weird, crazy shit went on at CHS, it never really made sense to him how there wasn't always a five hour wait.
>CHS students be grounded as fuck, yo.
>Two students in line ahead of him was almost a shock.
>"So, what are you in for?"
>He glanced up, seeing the green girl raise an eyebrow at him.
>She looked... Tired.
>Kind of frumpy, but not unattractive or anything.
>The kind of girl that'd look nice if she tried, but didn't.
>He could respect that.
>Trying was overrated.
>He decided to just go for the shocker in the hopes that she'd leave him alone.
>He wasn't exactly in the mood for conversation, and it was kind of a personal question asking someone why they were going to the counselor anyway, right?
"I fell in love with a magical horse, but she left me. Then I did it again. That one left me, too"
>Wallflower leaned back in her chair, a crooked grin stretched across the face he'd finally bothered to put a name to.
>"Ah, good old Canterlot magical bullshit."
>Flash eyed her for a minute, watching her grin slowly falter.
>Was he supposed to laugh?
>Maybe she was trying to commiserate with him.
>Well, might as well keep this stirring conversation going.
>It wasn't like he had anything better to do.
"Yup. Good ol' CHS. How about you?"
>She seemed a bit surprised by his response.
>Maybe she'd expected him to just ignore the weird question from the weird girl?
>Maybe he had, once upon a time.
>Seemed like the kind of thing he might have done back when it mattered.
>"O-oh, you know the old shtick. Used magical powers to make everyone forget my mistakes. Guess how that turned out?"
>He wasn't surprised by the shaky start, but the way she asked that question gave him the feeling she was desperate to tell someone.
>Probably the whole reason she was here.

>He wasn't going anywhere in a hurry. Why not?
"Enlighten me."
>Her eyes widened and she seemed to have to work pretty hard to swallow the lump in her throat.
>Flash knew that feel.
>He waited while she collected herself, saw a flash of pink tongue as she licked dry lips.
>What, no quid pro quo?
>"Come on. I showed you mine."
>She shot him a quizzical look, seemed to think about it for a second, then dissolved into snorts of laughter.
>Flash quirked his lips in a half smile as she slowly composed herself, 'make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh' singsonging through his mind.
>"Sure, sure, it's only fair, right?"
>She looked him in the eye, wry smile twisting her lips.
>"Turns out when you erase all your mistakes, but making mistakes is all you do, you just about erase yourself right out of existence."
>Huh. That was bleak.
"Come on, it can't be that bad."
>She gave Flash a steady look before turning her head away and shrugging.
>"Yeah, maybe not. Quick question for you, though. What's my name?"
>Flash's brow crinkled in consternation while Wallflower shot him an unreadable glance before looking away again.
>Was this a trick question?
"You're Wallflower. Sunset's friend, right? You do yearbook with her?"
>More details floated to the surface of his mind slowly, some kind of hoopla between this girl and Sunset before they'd suddenly started hanging out fairly often.
>"I... Yeah. That's me."
>She seemed kind of stunned.
>Had she really expected Flash to have no clue who she was?
>Flash knew everybody.
>Residual Cool Guy instincts or something.
"What, you figured I had no idea who you were? I'll admit it took me a minute, but I know who you are. It's not like you're invisible or something."
>The look she gave Flash told him that was very much how she felt.
>"You'd be surprised how easy it is to convince yourself of that. Well, not you, I guess. Normal people. Normal people feel like that. Sometimes."

>Flash chuckled awkwardly, trying to break her out of the funk she seemed to be settling into.
"What, I'm some kind of freak, now? Well, I guess you've got a point. I did manage to fall for the only two magical horses in, well, for all I know the world."
>It seemed to work, Wallflower glancing back at him.
>He was a bit surprised to see a faint blush accompanying the quick smile she gave him.
>"I'd say it was the magical part, not the horse. I think I would have heard about you spending time at the local stables."
>Flash raised an eyebrow at the girl before adopting a pleading expression, hands clasped in front of him in supplication.
"I swear, officer! She told me she was a homo sapien!"
>Wallflower smothered a giggle, putting on a stern expression.
>"Tell it to the judge, son. I would've thought the whinnying would have given it away, though."
>They held character for a few more moments before breaking out into a fit of hysterics.
>'Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh...'
>Knuckling tears out of his eyes and getting his diaphragm unter control, he glanced up to see Wallflower in a similar state.
>He couldn't keep a grin off his face as she hiccuped quietly, glancing up at him with a mortified expression.
"That shouldn't have been that funny. It's kind of horrible."
>She nodded awkwardly hands clasped over her mouth and eyes wide as another hiccup squeaked cutely out of her.
>He rolled his eyes, unable to wipe a smile off his face.
"Hold your breath for a bit then swallow a couple times. That always works for me."
>Nodding slowly, she held her nose, staring at him as her throat moved.
>Flash was suddenly extremely conscious of how much attention he was paying to that slender neck, jerking his eyes back up to meet hers.
>She was just as wide-eyed as ever, letting go of her nose and taking a few deep breaths that Flash decidedly didn't notice heaved that sweater rather enticingly.
S-shit...
>"I think it actually worked. My hero, hehe..."

>Flash jerked his eyes away, waving a hand.
"Sure it did. Only thing that ever works for me. Flash to the rescue."
>There was something in Wallflower's voice that was making him a little nervous.
>Something that told him she was paying more attention to him than her own thoughts, maybe.
>Well, that's what he'd been going for, right?
>Get her mind off her troubles?
>Mission accomplished?
>"Flash to the rescue. Right."
>God dammit. Those dull tones told him he'd managed to fuck this up somehow.
>He'd been too dismissive, right?
>Turned helping her into just something he always did, not something he'd done for HER.
>Okay. Okay... He could fix this.
>He turned back to her, reaching over and touching the back of her hand resting on the arm of the chair before drawing back.
"Hey, I was enjoying the conversation. I didn't want a case of hiccups interrupting us."
>Okay, casual contact, compliment, consideration.
>The three C's.
>Never failed.
>He could see that quick tension bleed out of her after his touch, the corner of her mouth turning up, her breathing deepening.
>"You're smooth as ever, huh Flash? "
>He blinked, taking in the wry grin Wallflower was giving him and chuckling ruefully as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Heh, you caught me. Seemed like the thing to do."
>She seemed a bit surprised he'd just admitted to the attempted manipulation so easily, but waved it off.
>"It's fine. I get what you were doing. Consider me distracted."
>She didn't quite meet his eyes, but that tone was back in her voice.
>Here in the moment, not stuck in the past.
"Well, I try. It's not like the 'special' people have it all that much better than everyone else. Having your every move scrutinized by everyone around you isn't any easier than no one looking to you at all."
>Wallflower looked down, hands clutched in her lap.
>Yeah, that might have been a bit too blunt.
>"And what would King Flash, Ruler of Cool know about that?"
>He couldn't help it.
>Flash burst out laughing.

>Wallflower glowered at him, eventually reaching over and slapping him lightly on the shoulder.
>"What's so funny you ass?"
>Flash wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, idly catching her hand as she tried to swat him again.
>She jerked it back and fumed at him as he finished getting himself under control.
"What's so funny? Okay, seriously, did you honestly think I was 'King Flash' from the minute I popped out of the womb?"
>Wallflower squinted at him, rubbing the hand he'd caught absently.
>"What's that supposed to mean?"
>Flash rolled his eyes.
>That'd been pretty straightforward, right?
>Well, in for a penny in for a pound.
"It means I wasn't always the cool kid. I wasn't even A cool kid. I didn't even have many friends until I got into High School."
>Wallflower scoffed, turning her back to him.
>"Get serious, Flash. Why would I ever believe that?"
>Flash sighed, reaching over again and touching her shoulder.
>She whirled around to face him, mouth open to snarl, but his expression stopped her.
"Why would I lie about that? Just to make you feel better? Have you ask around and come back tomorrow to plant a boot in my crotch?"
>She watched a halfhearted smile crawl across his doleful face.
>"Fine. Fine, I believe you."
>She brushed his fingers off her shoulder before settling her hands back in her lap, eyeing him as he settled back into his chair.
"Good, I don't think I would've survived much more of that savage beating."
>Wallflower couldn't help letting out a chirp of laughter as he mock-cowered away from her.
>They sat in silence for a minute, Flash doing his best to look nonchalant while Wallflower traded off scrutinizing him and her hands in her lap.
>"So, what changed?"
>The quiet question drifted through the still air to Flash, who tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling.
"Not much. I made a friend over the summer, he got me into sports. Turns out I was good at most of them. That's honestly pretty much it."

>The quiet voice interjected again, a little less incredulous, a little more curious.
>"That's really it?"
>Flash tucked his hands behind his head, keeping his eyes on the ceiling.
>He got the feeling Wallflower was feeling pretty vulnerable right now, and might not appreciate him seeing her like that.
>Might be better for him if he didn't see her like that, too.
>He wasn't immune to the whiles of a damsel in distress.
"Sure, pretty much. I just rolled with it while it was happening, and all of a sudden there I was, King Flash. Everybody's pal and hometown hero."
>He waved a hand idly, dismissing it all.
"It's not like I changed much. People just decided to start paying attention to me."
>He heard a heavy sigh and couldn't help glancing over.
>Wallflower had drawn her legs up into her chair, hugging her knees to her chest.
>Her eyes were downcast, and Flash couldn't help seeing the moisture glistening in their corners.
>"So why did that never happen for ME...?"
>Flash couldn't hep but wince.
>There was a lot of pain in that question.
>A lot of pain and nothing he knew how to answer.
"Maybe... It just hasn't happened yet? I'm not saying it will, but you never know, right"
>She sniffed lightly, glancing at him and giving him something halfway between a grimace and a leer.
>"Very comforting, Flash. You're losing your touch."
>Getting up slowly, Flash moved over to the seat next to Wallflower and sat down.
>She watched him noncommittally, neither moving away or getting closer as he settled into her personal space.
"So... How about this, then? Sit with me at lunch tomorrow."
>She gave him a puzzled took.
>"I, um, I mean, sure. Why, though?"
>Flash ran his fingers through hair absently, looking up at the ceiling again.
"Well, I know I'm not exactly king of the school anymore, but I'm still kind of popular, right? So, people see you with me, maybe they start to just see you, right?"
>It was really all he could do, right?

>Wallflower gave him a sour look, but it was impossible to miss her blazing cheeks.
>"Um, 'with you'? What's that supposed to mean?"
>Oh, uh...
"It means... Even if this doesn't pan out, at least you've got a new friend, right?"
>She regarded him neutrally for a few moments before tilting over, her head landing softly on his shoulder.
>"Yeah, we'll see I guess."
>Flash tensed up for a moment, but slowly relaxed back into his seat.
>They sat like that together for a few minutes, maybe just waiting, maybe just getting used to each other's presence.
>Neither of them really had anywhere to go right now, although they both felt like a counseling session might be a bit redundant.
>"Hey, Flash?"
>He started so hard he almost knocked her head off his shoulder.
>Had he been nodding off or something?
"Sorry for the jolt, what's, uh, what's up?"
>He looked down to catch her eye but she avoided his, looking straight out.
>He could see her arms tighten around herself.
>Was there something wrong?
>He'd figured they'd made their way to a pretty good place, but maybe it wasn't quite that easy.
>"It's not a big deal or anything, but... So like, hugs."
>Flash blinked slowly.
"Hugs."
>Wallflower shifted nervously in her seat, arms chafing at her legs slowly.
>"Yeah, um, friends give eachother hugs, right? Because I could really-"
>Before she could even finish her sentence Flash's arm slid behind her, pulling her against him.
>Her legs slid down as she carefully wrapped her arms around his waist, his other arm pulling her closer against him while his hand cradled the back of her head.
>He did his best to ignore the hot, steady breath against his neck; the particulars of the anatomy pressed against him.
>He didn't quite manage it, but hopefully did well enough for her not to notice.
>"Is this really a friendly hug, Flash?"
>Shit.
"Uh, yeah. Very friendly."
>A heavy sigh gusted against his skin, sending warmth billowing through his chest.

>"Whatever. Whatever it is, I really needed it."
>Flash tilted his head back until it hit the wall behind him, rubbing her back slowly as he felt her relax against him.
"Yeah... Yeah, I think I did, too."
>Presently, the door to the guidance counselor's office popped silently open.
>A pink blur sailed past them and out into the hallway, the only thing Flash really getting a visual impression of being a massive thumbs-up.
>'Fuck, no one is safe from that girl,' Flash thought to himself.
>Not that he was complaining.
>The guidance counselor stepped out of his office, scratching his head lightly.
>"Um, right... Wallflower, I'm ready- Oh. Um."
>His gaze swung over Flash and Wallflower's entwined forms, paused.
>"I'm all set."
>Wallflower's muffled voice tickled Flash's skin, the brush of her lips moving against his neck causing his eyebrows to slowly creep upwards.
"Yup, all set."
>The counselor resumed scratching his head.
>"Well. I'm going to go ahead and take a late lunch.'
>Without another word he walked out of the waiting room, closing the door behind him.
>Wallflower burst into a fit of giggles, wriggling in Flash's arms quite distractingly.
>"Is this bad, or did we just get a pass?"
>It took Flash a moment to collect himself.
>He was getting a distressingly good idea of Wallflower's more intimate dimensions.
>Her normally frumpy attire was very misleading.
"Y-yeah. Definitely."
>Okay, maybe he needed a bit more time.
>It might have escaped him that more time in this position probably wasn't going to help.
>Or, you know, it might not have.
>"So... As hugs go, this is a pretty long one, right?"
"I guess so, yeah?"
>"Does this still qualify as a hug?"
"What else would it be?"
>"Good point. Nice abs, by the way."
"I think it's safe to say we both have very nice fronts."
>"I'm surprised you could tell, with how much attention you've been paying to my back."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
>"Your hand's been massaging my ass for the past five minutes?"

>Flash froze for a second. Ah, yep, his hand was definitely a lot lower that he remembered it being.
>This was, strange.
>Flash had been feeling off since the moment Wallflower had wrapped herself around him.
>No.
>Not off.
>Almost the opposite of off.
>It was all too familiar.
>Not like a girl in his arms familiar.
>like rolling his thumb over this hip would produce...
>"Ahnnn...~"
>Yup, that sound.
>Something very strange was going on here.
>He had to consciously stop himself from slipping his hand down Wallflower's pants, but he managed it somehow.
>The girl stiffened in his arms,tilting her head up to look at him.
>"Flash, you don't have to stop. I really, um, don't want you to stop."
>There was a hitch in her voice that had nothing to do with his hands on her body.
>He could almost hear the words she was leaving unsaid.
"Wallflower..."
>She met his eyes, and whatever she saw there set her off something fierce.
>"Flash, please please please don't freak out. Just forget about it for now, okay? No, no, DON'T forget about it! Just, don't worry about it for now, please?"
>A hand reached up to cup his face, and that was too familiar too.
>Orange peel and something floral wafted past his nose, Wallflower's smell.
>He KNEW that smell.
"What am I supposed to be forgetting about, Wallflower? Or, not forgetting about?"
>She was shivering, and regardless of what was going on, he couldn't help pulling her close again.
>His hands moved like they were on autopilot, smoothing down her hair and stroking the nape of her neck.
>Her shivers stopped, her body's tempo changing as his hands moved across her, calming her down.
>It was the strangest thing Flash had ever felt.
"Just tell me."
>She wouldn't meet his eyes, but she nodded slowly.
>"I didn't mean to."
>Flash felt warm splashes against his collar, felt her take a shuddering breath.
>"I didn't mean to make you forget."
>He could barely hear her confession, but things Sunset had mentioned started to come together.

>She'd said she made everyone forget her mistakes.
"Was I one of your mistakes, Wallflower?"
>He had to ask the question, even though he knew it was a mistake.
>It surged up from his roiling gut like bile, and he knew it would hurt her but he couldn't stomach it any longer.
>Wallflower shook her head wildly, teardrops spattering across Flash's cheeks.
>"No! No, it was a mistake to make you forget! I was so mad, and I didn't know what I was doing, and before I knew what was happening I made you all forget us! I made you forget me..."
>Flash felt her shudder against him, fresh tears spattering against his neck.
>He wanted to soothe her, and his hands did the work for him.
>A stroke over her shoulders and her quaking body stilled.
>He leaned forward and kissed her neck just there, that spot he knew would make her coo and hold him tighter.
>He found he knew a lot, but he didn't remember a thing.
>How long had Wallflower had to regret this?
>a month? Two? Ten?
>How long had it taken to learn her body as well as he seemed to know it?
>When had it started? When did it end?
>Her ragged gasps had evened out into deep breaths that filled her chest, pressing against his with a warm, familiar feeling.
>His fingers rubbed a swatch of her sweater between them, KNOWING that feeling...
"Why did you do it?"
>He didn't want to hurt her any more than she'd already hurt herself, but if he didn't start asking questions he might never know what he'd lost.
>He tilted her chin up and she didn't resist him.
>She met his eyes with her own hollow gaze, red rimmed and stained with regret.
>"You still don't remember?"
>Flash shook his head slowly, finger tracing the line of her jaw and watching her eyes shudder closed before snapping open.
"Tell me, please."
>His hand slid lightly down her neck, past the hollow of her throat to splay out across her collarbone.
>Wallflower's breath quickened again as his fingertips played across the sensitive flesh.

>"You can do th-this to me, but you still don't remember?"
>Flash grit his teeth.
>Didn't she think he wanted to?
>His hands itched to show her just how well they remembered her.
>Before he even realized it one of his hands was cupping her mound through the fabric of her pants.
>Wallflower squirmed against him, whining into his neck while her hands scrabbled at his arm.
>"Flash! Oh my god, touch me, yesss... I-its okay, touch me all you want! I missed you sooo much..."
>He could hear the raw yearning in her voice.
>Feel it in his bones, in the way her body moved against him.
>He wanted to know what had happened, but it was tempting, so tempting...
>She wanted him, NEEDED him, so badly.
>Flash wasn't exactly disgusted by her either.
>Nice, pretty funny, a little or maybe a lot sad.
>Beyond his body's apparent mind of it's own, she felt fantastic against him and he didn't even really feel like he needed to see her in all her glory to know it was glorious.
>Speaking of his body...
>While Flash had been internally debating his hands had taken over, fingers pressing into and stroking Wallfower's needy flesh.
>He might not have even noticed if he hadn't felt the unfamiliar slickness against his fingers.
>Well, not exactly unfamiliar...
>Unexpected, maybe.
>Very arousing.
>What was he thinking about again?
>Fingers sliding through the short hair at the nape of his neck before they yanked his head downward?
>A hand fumbling at his belt?
>Warm lips crashing into his while sparkling brown eyes bored into his with single-minded intensity?
>His hand twined in her hair and cradled her head, and he honestly couldn't say if his hands or him made that move.
>Her lips opened and his tongue danced lightly with hers, avoiding her sensitive teeth as much as possible.
>Letting her push his tongue back out of her mouth, the corners of his lips quirked up in quiet amusement as she played in his.
>It always made him want to laugh, how she'd made such a big deal about kissing.

>It's not like he didn't get it.
>She wanted to feel confident and in control when she kissed him, not overpowered.
>He wasn't so insecure that he couldn't let her have her way in this, and he didn't mind the way she liked to kiss at all.
>His hands clamped down as his eyes widened, almost jolting out of the chair and dumping Wallflower onto the floor.
>Flash remembered that.
>He could actually picture it in his mind.
>[What's so funny, you ass?]
[You're just making such a big deal out of it, that's all.]
>[Is it so crazy that I don't want to feel like you're eating my face?]
[Hey, come on, I never said it was crazy. You're just getting really worked up about it,]
>[I'm... I'm NOT, okay? I'm not acting crazy about this... I'm just not comfortable with it like that...]
[That's all you had to say, Bud. I like kissing you any way you like it.]
>[Ugh, please don't call me that.]
[What? It's cute, right? My little flower bud? Come on.]
>[... No. I can fix this. Just... Just hold on a second.]
[Uh, sure. Oh, hey, that's pretty cool. Where'd you get it?]
>[FFJNNNK]
>Flash winced, squeezing his eyes shut at the bright light and dissonance that assaulted his mind.
>"Flash! Are you okay?"
>He looked down into her strained face, taking in the tightness of her neck and lightly bitten lip.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay. What about you? You look like you've got a hernia."
>Her already red face exploded into crimson as her eyed widened, and he watched her bite her lip harder before she blurted something out.
>"Y-your hands are... Really strong."
>Oh... Yeah.
>He was kind of muckled on to the back of her neck and her, uh, downstairs bits...
>Loosening his grip immediately, he watched her sag against his chest with a whimper of relief.
>Amazingly, after only a few moments her hips started squirming again, her hand finally working the buckle of his belt loose.
>Flash just took a few deep breaths, trying to collect his thoughts
>What had that been all about?

"It must have been a memory, right?"
>Wallflower stiffened against him, slowly looking up to meet his eyes as her hands stilled at his waist.
>"You... Remembered? Really?"
>There was so much hope in her voice, Flash wasn't looking forward to disappointing her.
>He got the feeling she wasn't going to be too happy with the memory he'd unearthed.
>Fingers absently playing over the back of her neck, he looked down at her and nodded, an apologetic look on his face.
"Just a flash, I guess. I remembered how you had a little meltdown about how I was kissing you."
>She blinked, and the color drained out of her face.
>Nodding, she turned her face away from him slowly and wrapped her arms around herself.
>"That was... The first time I made you forget. I didn't want you thinking I was some crazy girl, I guess."
>Flash grunted. The first time, huh?
"You used it on me a lot, huh?"
>She glanced back at him, mouth crumpling in on itself when she saw his forcibly bland expression.
>Turning away again, she covered her mouth with a hand to muffle a sob and nodded jerkily.
>After a few moments, Flash reached around behind her, rubbing her back softly.
>Eventually they ended up how they started, Wallflower pressed against his chest while he wrapped her in his arms.
>"It was always just little things, you know? Five minutes here, half a conversation there... It was like I was editing the bad parts of myself out."
>Flash sighed after listening to the quiet voice explain herself.
>He probably shouldn't be taking this so well, but who was he going to take it out on?
>Wallflower? She'd fucked her own life up way worse than his. He didn't even know what he was missing.
"You had to know that wasn't going to work forever, right?"
>She sighed into Flash's chest, shaking her head slowly.
>"Maybe I did deep down, but in my own little world everything was perfect. You were perfect for me and I was perfect for you... Ha..."

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>Flash wasn't really sure what he was going to do about all this, but he was getting mighty sick of making the girl in his arms cry.
"So tell me about it. Maybe I'll remember more."
>Wallflower pushed off of him lightly, red eyes looking up at him.
>"You want me to tell you all the things I was so self-conscious about I literally erased them from your memory?"
>Flash smiled weakly at her incredulous expression.
"Got a better idea?"
>She regarded him for a few moments, obviously not thrilled with the options being presented to her.
>Turning away from him, she started to get unsteadily up from their chair, almost stumbling until Flash hopped up to support her.
"Are you okay? You can barely stand up."
>Wallflower grimaced, stamping her feet a few times as her knees threatened to buckle.
>"I'm fine, Flash. My legs are just asleep."
>Snatching his hand up in hers, she tottered over to the guidance counselor's door with him in tow and turned the handle.
>The door swung open and she smiled at the turn of luck.
>His hasty retreat had resulted in the counselor forgetting to lock his office.
>"Come on, we can have a little more privacy in here. I'm surprised no one came in while we were, um, hugging, as it is."
>So, this was probably a pretty good idea, but Flash couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive as he watched her lock the door behind them.
>This was probably trespassing or something, right?
>Wallflower led him over to the surprisingly nice couch Flash had gotten pretty familiar with over the last few months.
>Climbing up onto it, she sat on her ankles facing the opposite end she was sitting on and patting the cushion in front of her.
>"Come on, Flash, sit down. I want to try something."
>He nodded slowly and sat next to her, throwing an arm over the back of the couch and turning to face her.
>She was acting pretty fidgety all of a sudden, but she smiled weakly at him and managed to set him a little more at ease.
"So, what are we doing? Should we even be in here?"


>Wallflower rolled her eyes, but slowly spread her arms out.
>Flash quirked an eyebrow, looking her up and down.
>His eyes told him what he already knew.
>A petite body under a frumpy sweater, said sweater hiding the swell of her breasts but failing to cover up the thin waist and surprisingly womanly hips.
>"Anything? Any memories popping up?"
>Flash slowly shook his head, unwilling to lie to her but unhappy to let her down.
"Sorry, nothing new. Not that I mind the view. I could stand to take in in a while longer."
>Wallflower's cheeks flared crimson, huffing at Flash in annoyance.
>Her hands shot down to the bottom of her sweater and stripped it off in a single motion, tossing it at his goggling face.
>He kind of caught it, but mostly caught a face full of sweater, pulling it off his head and staring at the girl.
>Wallflower sat on her heels, hands on hips and face as red as a tomato.
>She tossed her hair and looked away for a moment before turning back to meet his eyes with a glare.
>Flash's breathing picked up a little as he took in her graceful limbs, the flat little tummy on her spare frame with honestly almost incongruously large breasts perched on her chest, restrained by a foam green bra.
>They weren't massive or anything, but when you're expecting a scanty B-cup and find yourself bumping your estimation up a full cup size it can be a little disconcerting.
>The splash of freckles across her collarbone had his hand reaching out to stroke them before the thought even registered in his head.
>Wallflower's eyes squeezed shut as a gasp of pleasure was pulled from her mouth, but her hand reluctantly came up to catch his.
>"N-not right now, Flash. This isn't abut me, it's about my sweater."
>Flash blinked at her, drawing his hand back as he looked down at the familiar sweater in his other one.
>It was just her normal sweater, right?
>The same one she always wore.


"What about it?"
>She frowned at him, motioning toward it again.
>"Come on, really look at it, Flash. It doesn't bring back any memories?"
>Staring down at the garment, he lifted it up to his nose and sniffed deeply.
>Just like before, orange peel and something floral.
>Wallflower's scent.
>As much as he ran the fabric through his fingers or across his skin, staring at the simple pattern until his eyes dried out, it was just Wallflower's sweater to him.
"It really isn't the one you always wear?"
>Wallflower sighed, hands falling to her sides.
>"It is and it isn't."
>Flash gave her a quizzical look, moving to hand it back to her, but she waved it off.
>Setting it between them on the couch he scooched closer to her, picking up one of her hands in his.
"What's that supposed to mean, Wallflower?"
>She glanced up at him, a touch of sadness in her eyes, and smiled lopsidedly.
>"A couple weeks after we started dating, my sweater got destroyed. Don't ask how. The only way you're ever finding out is if you remember it."
>Flash's brow crinkled.
>What kind of lead in to a story was that?
>It was at about this point that he noticed she was blushing furiously.
>Suddenly a few scenarios cropped up in his mind as his own cheeks started to redden.
"Oh..."
>Wallflower clamped down on his hand, her blush deepening but an ecstatic smile blooming across her face.
>"You remembered!"
>Flash grinned at her ruefully, shaking his head, and her smiled began to wilt.
"No, I just, um, think I made a pretty good guess."
>She hung her head with a groan, staying in that position for a few seconds.
>"A-anyway, you felt really bad about it, so you ran all over town trying to find a replacement. It took you a whole week, but eventually you did."
>Her free hand reached down to finger the soft fabric, a small smile turning up the corners of her mouth.
>"You bought me a couple things before that, the usual stuff a guy buys a girl, perfume and that kind of thing."


>Picking up the sweater, she pulled it in to her chest and sighed happily.
>"This was the first gift you bought me that really told me how much you cared about me."
>It should have made Flash happy, the expression on her face, but more than anything it left him wishing he could share in the memories Wallflower was obviously reliving.
>Setting her hand down on her thigh, he reached out to cup her cheek and leaned toward her.
>Wallflower gave him a startled look, but her eyes quickly half-lidded as she leaned in to meet him.
>Eventually Flash broke off the kiss, turning his head away and cursing under his breath.
>Wallflower watched him as she tried to recover her breath, confusion and a faint touch of hurt in her eyes.
>"W-what? Is... Something wrong?"
>Growling softly, Flash drove a fist into his thigh in frustration.
"No, nothing's wrong, the kiss was great. I just thought, maybe, if I kissed you again some more memories might come back. It was stupid."
>Wallflower sat silent for a few moments, watching Flash carefully.
>Eventually she reached for his hand, smoothing away the fist he'd made and kissing his palm softly.
>"I think I know how it works, Flash."
>His eyes snapped up to meet hers, silently begging for an explanation.
>She sighed, letting go of his hand and moving hers to the back of her bra.
>"You saw the first time I made you forget."
>Unclasping her bra and stripping it off, she let it fall to the floor as she leaned forward.
>Her palm pressed against his chest, snapping him out of the bewitched state her bare chest had left him in.
>He let himself be pushed until his back met the arm of the couch, licking dry lips as she swayed toward him on hand and knees.
>'Swayed' being the operative word, her bare breasts bobbling from side to side with the motion of her body.
>Reaching down, she tugged his shoes off and motioned for him to swing his legs up.


>Flash's eyes widened and his pants became noticeably tighter as Wallflower crawled between his legs, hands on either thigh.
"Uh, Wallflower?"
>Was she going to do what he thought she was going to?
>Giving him a quizzical look, she followed his eyes to his bulging crotch.
>He watched her eyes shimmer with heat, watched her chest expand as she took in a deep, heavy breath.
>"Oh, that could be a problem, huh?"
>Her hand reached down slowly, but she suddenly shook her head, sighing regretfully.
>Almost mechanically, she flicked open the button of his pants, pulling the zipper down quickly.
>Flash sucked in a quick breath as he instantly shot up to full mast.
>It sure seemed like Flash was about to have a pretty good time, but one look at Wallflower's face dashed that conflicted hope.
>She stared regretfully down for a few seconds before turning her back to him, lowering herself slowly backwards until he caught on and caught her shoulders, helping her lay back against him.
>It was a little uncomfortable with his roaring stiffy sandwiched between his stomach and her lower back, the band of his boxers cutting into the middle of his shaft, but a quick adjustment had his length pressed fully against her soft skin.
>She tilted her head back, sharing a bashfully blushing glance with him before looking away.
>Her arms crossed over her chest, not covering her breasts but instead settling under them, creating a rather enticing view for Flash.
>Green hair spread out over his chest in a fan, the top of her head tucked under his chin, the length of her body sprawled out over his.
>Beyond the obviously lovely sight of her bare breasts, framed so delightfully by her arms, his eyes were drawn to her hips.
>The faint outline of her pelvis retreating under the low-riding waist of her pants drew his eyes like a magnet, and he found himself swallowing heavily as she shifted her hips to get comfortable.


>He could feel himself throbbing, practically digging a hole into Wallflower's back, convinced his heartbeat must be deafening her.
>Flash laid his hands on her shoulders, squeezing lightly before he slid teasing fingertips tracing down her arms.
>He felt her shiver against him, and her every movement left him practically gasping.
>"Anything coming to you? Does this remind you of anything?"
>Her breathy inquiry had his left hand moving of it's own accord, slithering down to cup her breast while his thumb swirled around the tip of her already rock hard nipple.
"This one..."
>The words left his lips in a hesitant whisper as his mind swirled into the past.
[I still get surpised by how beautiful your breasts are, Wallflower. You always wear that sweater. It totally hides your figure.]
>[Oh, come on, they're nothing special]
[No, seriously, you should wear something that shows yourself off a little better sometimes]
>[*giggle* Whatever, Flash. They're, um, not even the same size. One's a little bigger than the other.]
[... This one? *chuckle*]
>[*grumbling* You know, Flash, when a girl says something like that... You probably shouldn't immediately point out the flaw they just admitted to.]
[What flaw? I think it's cute. It makes you unique.]
>[Unique how? Most girls' breasts aren't exactly the same, you know.]
[Sunset's are]
>[...]
>[Flash, do you really think now is the best time to bring up your ex?]
[Um... No? Wallflower, don't get crazy now, okay?]
[Ow! Ow, Wallflower, stop it!]
[W-where are you going?]
[O-okay, Wallflower, seriously. Don't start throwing stuff or anything.]
[FFJNNNNK]
>Flash clutched at his forehead, the same blinding light and blaring tone stabbing into his mind, leaving behind the scene he'd relived.
>"Ow ow ow ow ow..."
>Flash relaxed his hand immediately, prompting a relieved sigh from Wallflower.
"Ah, shit. Sorry, Wallflower, I... Sorry."


>She reached back to cup his cheek, thumb stroking his chin gently.
>"It's okay, I kind of figured that was going to happen. Still smarts a little, though..."
>Her hand covered Flash's, fingers pressing into his until he got the idea and started gently massaging her globe.
>"Mnnnn... That's better."
>Flash watched Wallflower smile up at him, the hand on his cheek sliding around behind his neck to trail across his skin.
>Her other hand left his to it's work, sliding down her side to hook a thumb in the waist of her pants then sliding further, pulling the low-riding jeans even lower on her hip.
>He sucked in a quick breath as foam green panties matching her discarded bra came into view, the fingers of his free hand itching to follow hers down her body.
>"What are you thinking about, Flash?"
>Wallflower's low voice slithered into his ears, simmering with heat.
>All he could manage was a deep breath, trying to steady himself.
>His hand inched down her side, tracing across her ribs and drawing a fluttering sigh from her.
>Closing his eyes, Flash settled his chin on the top of Wallflowers head, looking out across the office.
"I'm thinking you really whacked the crap out of me for that whole tit thing, and I'm wondering why you're trying to distract me so hard."
>Wallflower was silent for a few moments, her only movement the steady rise and fall of her chest and the whitening of her finger as they dug into her hip.
>"I'm sorry, Flash. That was the second time I made you forget, and I d-don't want to make you remember the third."
>Flash barely caught the tremble in her voice, but he could feel the tenseness of her body against him.
>He slowly slipped his arms behind hers, hooking them under her armpits and lifting her up his body.


>Her butt settled in his lap, and although he regretted the loss of her bare skin against his rod, he felt like the warm groove he slid into was a fairly even trade.
>More importantly, he was able to wrap his arms around her from behind, hugging him close to her.
>Setting his chin on her shoulder, he settled in to wait.
>A minute passed before the arms hanging limply at Wallflower's sides lifted to cross over Flash's.
>Her head tilted back and away from Flash, shaking lightly to clear the hair away from the neck and shoulder closest to him.
>Flash didn't hesitate, moving it to nip and nuzzle at the smooth expanse of flesh afforded him.
>Soft sighs and whimpers were his reward, as well as a soft rocking of her hips that left his breath gusting against the reddened skin his ministrations left behind.
>He wasn't too proud to admit he wanted those pants that were rubbing against him the FUCK off of the girl in his arms.
>It felt like there was a hurdle they should tackle before they went any further though, so his lips reluctantly retreated.
"Just tell me what I'm in for, okay? I doubt it's as bad as you're making it out to be."