#(the only correct answer is gymnastics teacher/yoga instructor)

[unlikecharlie]

Every time I remember Dick being a cop, my acab heart shrivels up a little bit more

[sophisticatedloserchick]

Fanfic - Can You Seduce Your Lover? - 1/1

Summary: When Barry refuses to have a bachelor party Cisco creates a plan that includes Iris agreeing to take pole-dancing classes with him.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4272

A/N: Day 4 of Westallen Wedding Week : Bachelor/ette parties. Based off a prompt idea from @amuzed1

One day out of the blue Cisco calls her up at work asking if she ever thought about taking a pole dancing class.

“Not really,” Iris answered truthfully, “Never had the desire. Plus I'd feel awkward going alone.”

“Well duh, that's why you'd go with me.” Cisco said brightly.

“You want to learn pole dancing?” Iris asked in disbelief.

“Of course! Cynthia is not a woman of many words you know. She needs a more physical way of communicating...if you know what I mean.”

Iris figured her was right thinking of the stoic meta-human from Earth-19 who'd only spoke in terse short words.

“Seduction is all about body language,” Cisco continued, “That's how you convey your true feelings to someone by the pure expression of your body.”

“We're still talking about the same pole-dancing that strippers do right?” Iris asked.

“Fine be narrow minded,” Cisco scoffs. “Think of it as a great way to work on your core. Please Iris I don't want to go alone.”

“I guess maybe I could...” Iris tentatively answers.

“Great!” Cisco practically shouted in his enthusiasm. “The first class is this Saturday at four. I'll text you address. This is going to be amazing I promise you.”

Before Iris can get a word in Cisco gave a cheerful goodbye before hanging up on her. Iris sat there in contemplative silence at the reality of what she just agreed to dawned on her.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The classes turn out to be more fun then Iris expected.

They took place at a brightly lit and clean ballet studio not the sleezy strip club she thought it would be. Her teacher is a forty something dance instructor with the body and flexibility of an Olympic gymnast. The class was a mix of college aged girls to middle age housewives with Cisco being the only male student, a fact which he takes great pride in.

After several classes Iris started to see the workout benefits of pole-dancing. By the end of each class she's covered in sweat and her muscles ache in ways they never have before. Its also much more fun to twirl around a pole to trashy pop music then her usual workout routine at her nearby gym.

Problem was her instructor didn't think Iris had “natural” talent for pole-dancing.

Two weeks in the class were working on a new routine that included lots of twirls and at one point using your thigh muscles to hang upside down from the pole. Cisco of course was executing his moves flawlessly catching the attention of several other students who watched him in awe. Iris on the other hand found herself struggling in comparison. Her movements not quite as fluid or with half his confidence. She just needed more time to practice she told herself. She wasn't quite the pole-dancing savant Cisco was but if she was left alone to take her time she'd be completely fine.

After fumbling to make a perfect turn Iris came face to face with their instructor, who insisted they call her “Madam” Cristine, watching her with critical eyes. Her blue eyes narrowed as her lips pursed in disapproval. Ever the diligent student since grade school Iris rushed to explain herself.

“I haven't quite got the whole knack of not getting dizzy when spinning around,” Iris said in a self deprecating voice.

“That is not the problem,” Madam Cristine said in a southern accent Iris knew was fake, “You are too stiff.”

“I didn't exactly have time to get my stretches in,” Iris said with an edge of annoyance. “I had a deadline for a article I couldn't miss.”

Truthfully Iris had been helping Barry track down the latest meta-human on the loose but Madam Cristine didn't need to know about that.

“It's not about stretches,” Madam Cristine shook her head in disagreement. “Pole-dancing is about the sensuality of movement. Take Mr. Raymond for example, look how he moves.”

Iris glanced over to where Cisco was making a strong case about how his hips don't lie as he moved in perfect time to the beat of the song and tried not to be jealous.

“You're too wound up tight.” Madam Cristine continued. “Your muscles are too tense when they need to be loose. I tell everyone who walks into my classroom to leave the stresses of real life behind.”

Easier said then done Iris sourly thought to herself. Most people didn't have to deal with the kind of real life stresses that included your fiance and brother being superheroes and constantly protecting Central City. If she was a little on the stiff side Iris didn't feel that was her fault.

Still Iris was not a quitter, once she committed her mind to something she did not stop until she achieved it.

“What can I do then?” Iris sighed out.

“Do you have a lover?” Madam Cristine asked.

“Um...I have a fiance,” Iris said hesitantly wondering if that was the correct answer.

“Yes but is he your 'lover'.” Madam Cristine elongated the 'r' for emphasis.

Iris felt incredibly awkward about the whole thing. Not that Iris doubted Barry being her 'lover'. In the privacy of their own home Barry was intense and passionate. Their love making had been the most fulfilling and exciting in her entire life. But she did not want to share such an intimate part of your life with her pole-dancing instructor.

“When you move imagine that your lover is sitting right there watching you,” Madam Cristine took to the pole and started to twirl in graceful movements. “You want to seduce you lover. You want him to fall in love with your body. Make him crave to consume you.”

Iris didn't want to brag but she could have that effect on Barry wearing flannel pajamas while eating a bowl of cereal. She knew that from first hand experience but she doubted that was the kind of answer Madam Cristine wanted to hear.

“So tell me,” Madam Cristine came to an abrupt stop. “Can you seduce your lover?” 

That question, which Iris could not answer, stayed with Iris for the rest of the class. 

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At half past nine Iris walked through her apartment door. She would of been home earlier but Cisco insisted they get frozen yogurt after class. Iris was exhausted from her long day. Not made any easier by having her pole-dancing instructor imply Iris didn't have any rhythm or the ability to seduce someone.

“Hey you,” Barry called out from where he was sitting on the couch. “How was your yoga class?”

Iris internally winced at the lie she had told Barry. Cisco had been the one to insist it was for the best that Barry didn't know the truth. He reminded Iris that Barry would worry she was being corrupted. Iris doubted that would be the case but she agreed because telling Barry she'd been tricked into taking pole-dancing classes would of been embarrassing.

“Good,” Iris dropped her gym bag and flopped down on the space beside Barry. “Worked on my core...I think?”

“You think?” Barry looked up from his book to give her a bemused smile.

“My inner peace then?” Iris laughed. “I don't know apparently there's a lot about yoga that goes over my head.”

Barry put down his book in lieu of wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her in closer.

“Babe no stop,” Iris giggled as Barry nuzzled his nose into her neck. “I need to shower first. I reek of sweat.”

“I love the way you smell,” Barry said in that deep voice always made a shiver go up Iris's spine.

Barry moved to flip Iris over to have her lying across the couch with him hovering above her. As Barry started to kiss down her neck Iris thought she didn't need fancy pole-dancing moves to seduce her 'lover'.

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A week later Iris had arrived class early for once to do her stretches when Cisco came to her looking panicked.

“We have a problem,” Cisco said in a quick breath.

“Is it a meta-human attack?” Iris paused in the middle of her warm up stretches.

“Not that kind of problem,” Cisco said in a very solemn voice. “Barry won't go to a strip club for his bachelor party.”

Iris had no clue why Cisco would think she'd consider that a problem.

“How do you even know that?” Iris continued to stretch her arms over her head.

“Because he forbid it!” Cisco threw his hands up in exasperation. “Can you believe it? As his best man I can't let him make this mistake.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Iris stretched out her legs. “What do you expect me to do?”

Cisco gave her a long assessing look that Iris did not like one bit.

“Funny you should mention that...” Cisco said slowly. “Cause the reason he won't go to a strip club is because of you.”

“Well I didn't tell him couldn't,” Iris defended himself.

“I know, I know.” Cisco was quick to reassure her. “I think Barry meant he couldn't imagine watching other women undress and twirl around a pole when he's with you.”

Iris felt very pleased to hear that. She wasn't the type of girlfriend or fiancee who kept a watchful eye on her man. But she never had to when it came to Barry. She knew without a doubt how Barry felt about her.

“But then I had this genius idea,” Cisco said with a gleam in his eyes. “What if when he went to the strip club you were the one twirling around the pole...”

Iris frowned in confusion before realization dawned on her.

“Is that the reason you wanted us to take pole-dancing classes together?” Iris said in a no-nonsense voice. “Did you plan this all along from the very beginning?”

“Well yeah,” Cisco beamed with pride. “But I do actually enjoy going with these classes with you which is a bonus to my master plan.”

“I can't believe this,” Iris groaned out. “I let myself get duped twice.”

“So you'll do it right? Please Iris, pleeeease.” Cisco pleaded her. “I have only one chance to be the best man. I doubt Wally or whatever version of Harrison Wells we're dealing with will be getting married anytime soon.”

Iris pursed her lips in thought remembering the words Madam Cristine had said a week before. She might of been tricked into doing pole-dancing but that didn't mean Iris wouldn't try her best to excel at it. What better opportunity to prove she had to moves on a pole than this?

Plus Iris had a sneaking suspicion it would make Barry really, really happy.

“Okay I'll do it.” Iris agreed, “But I get to choose the music and my costume.”

“Along with my expert advice too right?” Cisco said with a nervous look that Iris did not appreciate.

“Don't start with me Cisco,” Iris gave him a warning glance before picking up her bag to head over to one of the poles. She was going to need all the practice she could get.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Cisco. No.”

Barry planted his feet on the pavement outside the strip club with no intention of budging one inch. Cisco sighed in exasperation at his best friend even though he'd been anticipating this reaction all along. Barry was very stubborn when he wanted to be.

“Barry look I have a confession to make,” Cisco said. “I told Iris you didn't want to go to a strip club-”

“You did what?!” Barry half shouted at him.

“And she was totally cool with you going,” Cisco continued in a calm voice. “In fact she arranged for you to have your own private session.”

“Iris did that?” Barry gaped dumbfounded.

“Yep, absolutely. Now you don't want to disappoint Iris now do you?” Cisco needled him.

Cisco watched in fascination as Barry struggled with this conundrum. On the one hand Barry hated to ever disappoint Iris, on the other it betrayed Barry's sense of loyalty to see another women in a sexual way that wasn't Iris. Judging by the pained expression on Barry's face this was not an easy thing for him to do.

“Okay we can go,” Barry concluded. “But only for a minute.”

“Oh I think you'll want to stay longer for a minute,” Cisco gave an ominous chuckle.

Barry didn't have time to question what he meant before they were heading inside. The interior of the club was dark. The only light came from the flashing neon lights that painted bright blues and yellows across the room. All around them were raised platforms with women twisting and gyrating around poles in very little clothes to the pounding music.

Barry kept his eyes adverted as much as possible as they moved through the crowd of over eager men. Which meant Barry kept bumping into people several times and nearly caused a waitress carrying a tray of drinks to trip. Iris might not exactly have a problem with him being here but he felt guilty none the less.

More than anything Barry thought the whole excursion was pointless. Why bother looking at other women when he had the most beautiful woman in the world at home waiting for him? In that moment Barry wanted nothing more than to go back home to Iris.

“Here we are,” Cisco said arriving at the door at the back of the club that read 'PRIVATE SESSIONS. KEEP OUT.'

“Cisco I don't know about this...” Barry began.

“Nope! Not hearing a word you have to say,” Cisco opened the door and practically shoved Barry inside. “Suck it up and enjoy.”

The door then slammed behind Barry leaving him alone in the room.

“Great,” Barry mumbled to himself. “Just great.”

The room itself was tastefully decorated as you could get in a strip club. Dark marble floors, and navy blue velvet curtains adorning the walls. The room must be well insulated because the noise of the club had become a low murmur. Not being able to avoid it anymore Barry's eyes fell onto the smalls stage where a blue tinted spotlight lit up the steel pole in the middle of it. Barry eyed the large black leather chair in front of the stage distastefully knowing he had no intentions of ever sitting down on it.

Barry started in surprise when the lights suddenly went brighter on the stage. Anxiousness filled him as the up tempo music with a hard beat started to play. Already his mind began to calculate escape plans or what excuse he could give to leave.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor drew Barry's attention. His eyes then grew to the size of saucers at the sight before him.

An incredibly stunning woman took the stage. Barry couldn't help but hungrily take in her petite but curvaceous body. The top half of her was practically bare with only a dark red bikini top covering her perfect breasts. Barry's eyes trailed over her long neck down her torso to her flat toned stomach. Her skin a rich brown that looked impossibly soft and smooth to the touch. Streaks of gold glitter on her skin flashed underneath the glare of the lights.

Barry then moved downward where he shamefully took in the curve of her hips to the short red pleated skirt that barely reached her upper thighs leaving her long legs completely exposed.

The woman let out an amused sound that had Barry snapping his head back up. He now took in her face. The long flowing black hair. Her full lips painted a dark red that just begged to be kissed. The long, thick lashes surrounding impossibly dark brown eyes.

She had on a red domino mask on, the same type Barry had seen many times before on his superhero comrades but it did nothing to conceal her identity.

“Ir-Iris?” Barry choked out.

“Ah-ah, that's not my name.” Iris said as she casually twirled around the pole.

Barry let out a pained whimper as her movements caused the skirt to lift up giving him a view of her bare ass. He was not ashamed to admit he was obsessed with Iris's ass.

“What is your name then?” Barry asked his eyes glued to her every movement.

“Lady Flash,” She said as her full lips pulled into a coy grin. “Are you going to sit down?”

Barry almost stumbled over his own two feet in his rush to sit down on the chair.

“So I hear you're getting married?” Iris wrapped one hand around the pole to let herself lazily twirl around.

“Uh yeah...” Barry couldn't keep his eyes off her as Iris did a body roll before arching her back showing off the long lines of her body.

Iris then grabbed the pole with both hands to lift herself up. She kicked up her legs and through that momentum spun around the pole in wide circles. In one smooth movement she wrapped her legs around the pole arching her back again drawing Barry's attention to her chest and the curve of her neck. He'd never seen anything more beautiful and sexy in all his life.

“You're not very talkative are you?” Iris purred in amusement as she landed back on her feet.

Her dark eyes looked directly at him causing heat to course through his body. Barry's hands clenched at the arm rests of the chair to keep himself still. Because all he wanted to do was rush towards that stage to gather Iris up in his arms.

“I suppose talking is overrated,” Iris turned her back towards him with the grace of a dancer she moved her hips side to side as she moved down to a crouched position. In one fluid movement she raised herself back up making sure to keep her hips swinging. Barry didn't even attempt to speak much too focused on watching Iris's ass in that very, very short skirt.

“I do prefer a man of action,” Iris glanced at him over her shoulder.

Iris moved to the pole again to grab it with one hand. Her other hand grabbed her one leg lifting it up higher until it stretched up towards her head. Barry hadn't seen Iris do that since she was on the cheer leading squad back in high school. It had the exact same intense effect on him now as it did when he was a teenager.

After a few more twirls around the pole, and Barry knew she made certain the skirt rode dangerously up her thighs, she came to a stop. She pushed away from the pole to start walking directly towards him. Her hips moving hypnotically from side to side in her progress.

Iris moved closer until she was standing in-between his legs. Barry's eyes dragged across her entire body not knowing where to look. He ached to reach out to touch her and pull her closer to him. As if reading his mind Iris lowered herself down into his lap.

The heady scent of her perfume, honeysuckle and peaches, overwhelmed him. His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist. He loved the smooth silkiness of her heated skin underneath his hands. As much as he loved the pole-dancing Barry had no intention of ever letting her go. Barry leaned forward completely drawn to her. All he wanted was to sink into her until he couldn't breath.

His lips were a scant few inches away from hers when Iris abruptly pulled back.

“Ah-ah,” Iris teased. “Don't you know the no kissing, no touching rule?”

Barry scowled but nonetheless leaned back further into the chair.

“Its a dumb rule,” He said under his breath.

“Yes but if you follow the rules,” Iris's hands moved up Barry's jeans until they reached the inseam of his thighs. “You get rewarded.”

Barry let out a choked sound as Iris started to ground down her hips. The growing hard on between his legs becoming more pronounced with each twist of Iris's hips. It took every ounce of his will power not to reach up to capture her lips in a kiss.

Iris's hands drifted to grab Barry's shoulders to steady herself. She leaned forward, intentionally having her breasts brush up against Barry's chest, to whisper in his ear.

“Tell me about the girl you're going to marry,” Iris purred lowly.

“Wh-What?” He was in a daze barley able to form a complete thought.

“The girl you're marrying,” Iris's fingers threaded through his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp. “Whats she like?”

“Amazing,” Barry groaned out. His grip on the armrests tightened as he lifted his hips up to meet Iris's slow and tortuous grind. He felt a little smug at the shudder of pleasure that rippled through her. “She's smart, tough, and possibly a sadist.”

Barry could feel puffs of warm breath against his ear as she laughed.

“A sadist, huh?” Iris moved ever so slightly to make sure she ground herself firmly on Barry's hardening cock.

“Oh yeah,” Barry threw his head back at the mounting pleasure. “She loves torturing me.”

Before Iris could think up a response to that Barry's hands tightened on her hips before lifting her up and using his speed to zip them out of the chair.

Iris got the breath knocked out of her as she found herself pressed up against a wall.

His lean but strong arms curled around Iris holding her up and pressing her against the wall. She loved the crush of Barry's weight pushing into her, to feel completely surrounded by him.

“Pretty certain you're breaking all the rules,” Iris said as she wrapped her legs around Barry's slim waist.

“Don't care,” Barry practically growled.

Heat curled in Iris's stomach at the look of intent on Barry's face. His green eyes darkened to near black. She felt a thrill knowing she had this effect on him. Would be the only one to have this effect on him. As possessive as it sounded Iris loved knowing Barry completely belonged to her, as much as she completely belonged to him.

If only her pole-dancing teacher could see her now.

“I love you,” Iris breathed out not caring she was completely breaking character.

Barry's eyes softened before he pushed forward to capture her lips in a kiss. Both of them practically melted into each other. The sweet release of being able to touch and take and taste without holding back. Barry enjoyed prolonging the pleasure but he much preferred being with Iris.

“You're driving me nuts with this outfit,” Barry used the weight of his body to push Iris even further into the wall. Freeing up his hands to explore her body starting from her thighs to slipping under her skirt to grab the flesh of her ass.

“Kind of the point,” Iris gasped out as Barry's hands squeezed her ass causing her to involuntarily thrust her hips forward.

Barry's lips then crashed against Iris's, moving hungrily against hers.

Iris's pulse quickened in anticipation when she felt Barry's fingers skim along her back to the strings holding her bikini top up. A back room in a strip club probably wasn't the best place for this, Iris did not have 'strip club' high on her list of places to get it on, but Barry's kisses were so intoxicating and his touch so maddening she didn't care.

All of it ruined by an insistent knocking at the door.

“Hey guys?” The door opened and Cisco poked his head in. “The manager needs the room back and...WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?”

Iris had the shame to look a little guilty while Barry growled in annoyance.

“What is this?” Cisco quickly shut the door behind him. “Iris didn't you tell him about the 'no touching, no kissing' rule?”

“Um, I tried?” Iris said even though she knew that fell flat considering she had her legs wrapped around Barry's waist with his hands seconds away from undressing her.

“Wait a minute...” Barry's eyes darted between Iris and Cisco. “Did you two plan this?”

“Yep,” Cisco crowed triumphantly. “Mission: Best Bachelor Party Ever has been accomplished.”

Barry turned to look Iris dead in the eye.

“Yoga classes?” Barry asked knowingly.

“Totally didn't happen,” Iris admitted. “This whole thing was Cisco's idea. Are you mad?”

“Well...not really,” Barry shamelessly glanced down to Iris's chest before giving a boyish grin. “I can't deny its a brilliant idea.”

“Sorry about lying,” Iris pressed kisses along Barry's jawline. “Why don't you take me home and I'll give you another private show?”

Barry tilted his head to press another deep kiss to Iris's lips in answer. The two of them were getting lost in each other again. Completely forgetting Cisco was still in the room.

“Guys before you go at it let me show you what I can do!” Cisco bounded up on to the stage to swing around the pole. “I'm quite the expert at this. Cynthia really likes it might I add. I just learned how to do this flip thing and-”

The sound of lighting crackling through the air interrupted Cisco and in seconds both Barry and Iris were gone.

“Fine then!” Cisco shouted out to their retreating forms, “You're missing out on a great show!”