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sophisticatedloserchick · 4 years

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Fanfic - You Could Make a Girl Fall in Love With You - 1/1

Summary: Millie finds herself caught betweent the man she thought she loved and the man she wants to love - AU based on the Flash Musical episode, aka Gangster Noir AU

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1613

A/N: For Iris West Allen Week. Based on the Day Seven prompt: Fave AU Iris.

Its a cold winter night in Central City.

Most of its citizens are tucked away in their beds. Their blankets and pillows shielding them from the harshness of the winter's night. Only those up to no good or the foolish would be out on a night like this.

Barry Allen definitely would be cast in the 'foolish' category.

He's currently standing out on the street watching over a girl who he desperately loves but doesn't know he exists. The whole thing sounds tragic, like a story from those dime paperback romance novels. But Barry always seemed to have that kind of bad luck.

Millie was the daughter of the most formidable crime lords in the city who just happened to be Barry's bosses. She was known as a real beauty. Her dark curly hair cut in the short flapper style framed her heart shaped face. Her full lips always painted in her signature ruby red. Her dark eyes that seemed to draw in every man like a moth to a flame. Most men would lie themselves down on the railroad tracks in front of a incoming train if it meant Millie would spare them one glance.

Barry couldn't deny he would do exactly that. But as it stood Tommy Moran had Millie's eart so Barry would have to settle for watching over her.

Cause you see Tommy is the son of Millie's fathers biggest rival and Barry had been tasked to watch over their beloved daughter because of it. Barry had to make certain that the Moran boy doesn't mistreat her they told Barry. And if a chance to slit Tommy Moran's throat presented itself Barry had been ordered to go for it.

It's a regular Romeo + Juliet type of deal that Barry found himself in the middle of.

Barry's eyes flickered upwards to the windows in the apartment several stories up. All the curtains were drawn but the lights inside cast a warm glow that allowed him to see the shadowed figures of Millie and Tommy moving back and forth across the apartment. They were pacing a lot tonight which did not bode well. Usually he had the distinct displeasure of seeing the silhouettes of a man and woman in a lovers embrace.

Tonight was different and he couldn't put his finger on why.

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

Millie pulled her silver fox furred coat tighter around herself as she stepped outside.

She hated freezing cold nights like this when the weather didn't have the decency to at least snow. Because Millie loved the snow, the big fluffy snowflakes that sparkled like tiny diamonds coating the world in a delicious white frosting. Much more preferable to the cold drab night she currently stepped out into.

She barely walked a few paces before she spotted the tall, lean frame of Barry Allen leaning against a lamp post. She huffed out a breath in annoyance at her Dads once again thinking she needed a chaperone wherever she went.

“Fancy meeting you here Allen,” Millie announced tersely as she approached him.

His head angled to look at her better and not for the first time Millie is struck by his good looks. The sharp angles of his face. His dark brown hair slicked back in a neat style. And when his pretty green eyes focused on her that made her heart skip a beat.

Internally she scolded herself for getting twitter-patted over a man that wasn't her Tommy.

“Out for a walk,” Barry said casually but she could hear the humor in his voice.

“Yeah huh. A walk my Dads told you to go on,” Millie replied sharply.

Barry gave a little shrug but said nothing else. Not that she needed any confirmation she couldn't even step out to go dress shopping without her Dad's men sent to follow her. Its the most frustrating thing for a grown woman to be treated like a child.

“They worry,” Barry spoke as though he read her mind. “They have a lot of enemies who'd love to get their hands on you.”

“Enemies like Tommy maybe?” Millie narrowed her eyes at him.

“Like Tommy's father,” Barry said gently but it didn't make it any easier to hear. Millie knew most thought her naive and foolish, that she didn't understand how the world worked, but Millie understood all to well the harsh reality of what he was saying.

“We better get you home,” Barry offered his arm out to her. “Its cold out tonight.”

Iris thought for a hot minute about heading back into the apartment and leave Barry to stand out here all night until he turned into a icicle. Serves him right treating her like a child. But the argument between her and Tommy from moment ago echoed in her ears held her back.

“I suppose for your benefit,” Millie placed her hand on the crook of his elbow, “I'm not a monster.”

Barry cracked a smile at her that made her heart flutter in a way that it shouldn't. As a taken woman she'd never admit it out loud she enjoyed walking arm in arm with him. Or that she felt safe with him as they moved through the dark streets. After all it was better then to walk home alone she figured.

As they both left looking like lovers out on a nightly stroll neither noticed in the window of the apartment above them a curtain had been pulled back to reveal Tommy watching them leave.

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Weeks later Millie found herself with a broken heart.

Days would go by and Tommy didn't return her phone calls and every note filled with love Millie wrote went unanswered. Mille even got bold and went to their secret apartment where she wait for hours in the hopes he would show up. But he never did.

Millie knew she needed to do a better job at hiding her distress. Her two dads constantly asked her what had been bothering her, they showered her with gifts and offered a trip to Europe to try to get her to smile again.

Even worse the ever watchful eyes of Barry Allen seemed to look right through her. Millie hated that he probably knew that she was being jilted by her boyfriend. She avoided him even more not wanting to see the pity in his face when looking at her.

Finally after weeks of silence and agony Millie found a note waiting for her where in short and stilted words Tommy said he didn't think they should see each other anymore.

Now Millie always saw herself as a strong woman. Her dads raised her to be independent and capable of facing any challenge. Which is why she found it very annoying that she ended up hiding in the garden of her parents house crying her eyes out because a stupid boy decided he didn't want to love her anymore.

To add more salt to the wound Barry Allen found her in this pathetic state.

“Oh god not now,” Millie sniffled as she struggled to wipe away the tears. “You really have the worst timing.”

Barry had the decency to look a little bashful as he ducked his head away. His eyes averted so as not to look at her directly. She then watched him fumble in the pockets of his dove grey suit jacket before he held out a pale blue handkerchief to her.

Millie eyed the handkerchief for a moment before reaching out to take it.

“Thanks,” Millie said as she wiped her tears and blew her nose. “I hate being a mess like this. Its very unbecoming for a lady like myself.”

“He's a fool,” Barry spoke up in a much more heated voice then Millie expected. “Any guy would kill to have girl like you.”

“Yo-you think?” Millie hiccuped through her tears as she looked up at him.

“I know,” Barry answered with such conviction even Millie could tell he wasn't faking it.

With her eyes cleared of tears Millie tilted her head back to get a good look at Barry. Not for the first time she admired how tall he was. She'd never admit it to Tommy due to his sensitivity about his height but Millie always found that there's something about a tall man she loved. She took a moment to really take in his fine features, his sharp jawline, and high cheekbones.

And of course those pretty green eyes that always made Millie's heart flutter.

“You better be careful Mister Allen,” Millie cracked a smile for the first time. “You could make a girl fall in love with you with sweet words like that.”

Barry spluttered and the pale skin in his cheeks went bright red. But Millie could tell underneath his embarrassment that her words pleased him. She wondered how good of a gangster he could be if he got so easily flustered, her dads selecting him to be her personal bodyguard always stuck her as strange. Then again the kind of loyalty Barry Allen had wasn't easy to find.

“Come on lets go,” Millie looped her arm through his, “I bet my dads are waiting for me right?”

“Er well not really,” Barry rubbed the back of his neck as they walked arm in arm through the garden. “I came looking for you because I was worried about you.”

“Aren't you sweet,” Millie giggled as she cozies up to him. “If I was smart I'd fall for a fellow like you.”

As Barry blushed even deeper Millie decided that falling for Barry Allen was exactly what she was going to do.

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sophisticatedloserchick · 4 years

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Fanfic - 3 Times Iris Tried (and failed) To Make Pancakes - 1/1

Summary: Three times Iris has tried (and failed) to make Barry pancakes through out their lives from childhood to married life.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2322

A/N: Inspired from episode 6x17 where Barry made it clear Iris was never (and never will be) good at making pancakes XD

1. When they were kids

The first month Barry stayed at the West home he barely ate a thing.

After his mom died, and his dad went to prison, Barry felt like his body went into shock. His appetite disappeared and he lost track if he ate at every meal time. The breakfasts and dinners Joe prepared went half eaten as Barry spent most of his time pushing around the food on his plate as we waited till he could be excused from the table. He'd keep his head down the entire time as he could feel Joe's concerned eyes staring him down.

Which is why he felt a sense of relief one Sunday morning that Joe had gone into work early. Barry didn't want to deal with the disapproving eyes and lectures about needing to take better care of himself.

On this particular Sunday morning he planned to lie in bed for as long as he could. Nothing motivating him to get up and do anything. But instead of lying in bed alone with his thoughts he heard the sounds, that he assumed came from Iris, of pots and pans clashing and loud pop music blasting. Curious and a little concerned he headed downstairs wondering what he'd find.

What he ended up walking into was a kitchen in complete disarray. Piles of dirty dishes were in the sink. The floor covered in patches of white flour. A stick brown substance covered all the counters and cupboards. Thin grey smoke curled in the air and the smell of burnt charcoal made Barry's eyes water.

And there right in the middle of it all his best friend danced to Janet Jackson songs while flipping pancakes onto a plate.

“Barry!” She exclaimed when she spotted him. “Finally you're up. I thought I'd have to drag you out of bed.”

Barry went red at the idea of his best friend, and not so secret crush, coming into his bedroom while he still laid in bed. The one downside to this new arrangement is having your crush right down the hall where she could pop in on you at anytime.

“What are you doing?” Barry asked trying to deflect his embarrassment. His green eyes took in the streaks of flour across her face and the dried batter splattered across her apron making her just as much of a mess as the kitchen.

“Making pancakes duh,” Iris rolled her dark brown eyes playfully at him. “They're your favourite right? I know you haven't had any in a long time so I wanted to make you some.”

Barry stood there with his mouth gaped open at her remembering. The thought that Iris went to the trouble to make him pancakes surprised him but also made a prickling warmth spread through his body. He couldn't remember feeling this kind of happiness since his mom died.

“Go set the table and I'll get our plates ready,” Iris ordered as she went back to flipping the pancakes not at all concerned about the clouds of grey smoke coming off the pan.

Barry obediently followed orders though the idea of actually eating her pancakes filled him with dread. His best friend had many talents, but none of them included her abilities in the kitchen.

Five minutes later Iris came into the dinning room with two plates of pancakes. A proud smile spread across her face as she deposited the plate in front of Barry. The dread he felt increased ten fold as he got an actual look at the pancakes. They were misshapen to a shape Barry didn't think a name for it existed, their colour was a shade a pancake should never be, and he swore he saw lumps in them.

Any sane person would of pushed that plate away and refused to eat. But then Barry took one look at Iris to see her practically vibrating with excitement, her brown eyes shinning as she looked at him, and knew he couldn't say no.

“Mine probably aren't as good as your mom's,” Iris said almost looking a little bashful, “But I promise to keep trying to get better at it because I know you love them.”

The thought of his best friend putting in all that effort to make him happy gave him the motivation to finish the whole plate.

Even if he did regret it later when he got a stomach ache.

2. When they were dating

Barry woke up to the loud beeping of the fire alarm going off in his apartment.

In his half asleep state he struggled to throw the bed covers off his body. He immediately noticed Iris wasn't sleeping in the bed beside him and his heart dropped to his stomach. He already had a hunch as to what set off the fire alarm.

Barry ran straight towards the kitchen where clouds of grey smoke were already spilling out from. As he entered the room his eyes immediately took in two things. One, Iris standing away from the stove with a spatula in hand but otherwise unharmed. Two, the cast iron pan on the stove currently had orange flames shooting out of it.

Acting on instinct Barry grabbed a lid to cover the pan to smother out the flames, next he turned off the burner, then grabbed a towel to move the pan into the sink. All of this occurred in a span of ten seconds but for Barry it felt much longer.

After he felt satisfied the lid had snuffed out the fire Barry turned his attention to a sheepish looking Iris.

“Good morning baby,” Iris said in her sweetest voice, the one she knew made Barry melt. “Did you have a good sleep?”

Barry gave her a withering look before taking in the rest of the kitchen. He noticed the tell tale signs of what Iris tried to make with the flour covering the counter, and spilled milk and broken egg shells.

“Iris,” Barry sighed as he looked back at her, “Were you trying to make pancakes? Alone?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” Iris folded her arms across her chest looking adorably put out. “You always make me breakfast in bed since we started dating. I didn't want to be a bad girlfriend who didn't return the favour.”

Thats because I can make pancakes without burning the kitchen down, Barry thought to himself but didn't dare speak it out loud.

Cooking remained a touchy subject with Iris. After years of failures, and food poisonings, and kitchen fires, she still remained convinced if she just kept trying then magically one day she'd become a great cook.

Barry having been her test subject for many years had his doubts her lack of cooking talents could be turned around. Now as her boyfriend of three months Barry struggled to dance around the subject. Luckily Iris kept incredibly busy with her job at the paper and helping Team Flash that her go to in the kitchen involved ordering take-out. She also tended to sleep in late on the weekends which meant Barry typically got up first and did all the cooking. He'd hope to avoid the situation of Iris cooking for him for as long as possible.

“You're not a bad girlfriend,” Barry rushed to reassured her. “Besides you know I love making you breakfast.”

Iris nodded at his words but Barry could tell by the look on her face she wasn't convinced.

Without the threat of his kitchen burning down Barry could now take a better look at her. Heat curling in his stomach when he noticed the she only had on his oversized CCPD grey shirt. The hemline barely hitting the top of her thighs giving him a clear look at her shapely legs. Her petite body swimming in the excess material of the large shirt. After a few months of dating He still felt a quiet possessive thrill when she wore his clothes, and he'd happily give her his entire wardrobe if he could.

Barry moved towards her like a moth drawn to a flame. His arms wrapping around her smaller frame and pulling her in close. He buried his face in the soft skin of her neck breathing in the sweet scent of her soap. He could feel her relaxing in his arms as her body melted against his.

“Listen let me clean up and then I'll make your favourite chocolate chip pancakes,” Barry kissed the exposed skin of her neck earning a soft giggle from her. “And you can make our coffees.”

“Okay,” Iris sighed under Barry's attentions as she pressed closer to him. “But I swear Bar one day I'll make you the best pancakes.”

Barry knew Iris meant that as a sweet promise but to him it came off a little bit like a threat.

3. When they were married

In a flash of red lighting Barry returned to his home.

He'd been out all night and early morning dealing with on meta-human after another. He hated being away from his family especially on the weekends when he ideally wanted to hang up Flash duties to be with them. But as the protector of the city he had to answer the call if needed.

He pulled off his cowl and headed towards the kitchen. He planned to cook Iris and Nora a huge breakfast of their favourite chocolate chip pancakes, waffles with whip cream and bacon and eggs, to make up for him being gone. His plans quickly changed as he headed towards the kitchen he heard voices talking.

Slowing his steps and walking quieter Barry peered around the corner of the kitchen to see his wife and daughter. Both were still in their pyjamas and their hair piled messily on tops of their heads. Nora stood on top of a chair in order to be tall enough to reach the counter. Iris whisked a batter in a large bowl while Nora poured over the open cookbook.

Warmth spread through him watching his two girls. It was almost enough to distract him the sense of dread he felt to see Iris getting ready to cook.

“Mama is it suppose to be that lumpy?” Nora went up on her tip toes and looked into the bowl with a face scrunched up in distaste.

“Lumps are not that big of a deal,” Iris said even while she continued to furiously whisk the batter, “They'll dissolve eventually...I think.”

“Daddy's pancakes don't have lumps,” Nora pointed out in a kind of bluntness only a child could have.

“Nora,” Iris gave her a mock stern look, “What did we say about comparing my pancakes to daddy's?”

“Not to do it,” Nora mumbled as her shoulders slumped.

“Good girl,” Iris patted on her head before going back to whisking.

She continued to struggle for another five minutes before Barry decided he needed to intervene for everyone's best interest.

“There's my two best girls,” Barry proclaimed loudly as he walked into the kitchen.

Both Iris and Nora looked at him with matching wide eyed looks that quickly dissolved into elation.

“Daa-adddy!” Nora scrambled down from the chair and ran over to him. Barry bent down and easily scooped her up into his arms and cuddle her close to his chest. Nora threw her small around his shoulders in a hug.

“What are you two making?” Barry asked casually as he tried to hide the concern on his face when looking at the batter in the bowl Iris had been whisking. He noticed the lumps right off and the thickness of it concerned him too.

“Mama is trying to make pancakes,” Nora whispered loudly to him. “But I don't think its going so well.”

“Alright you two I get it,” Iris scowled at the both of them. “You both will be eating bananas for a week if you're not careful.”

Barry and Nora both knowing Iris never made an idle threat schooled their expressions to not give themselves away.

“Nora why don't you go set the table,” Barry put his daughter back on the ground, “Your Mama and I will finish the pancakes.”

After Nora scampered off Barry turned his full attention to his wife who looked less than pleased.

“Why can't I get this?” Iris sigh in frustration. “Its pancakes, not rocket science!”

“Iris come on don't be upset,” Iris wrapped his arms around his wife's waist to pull her in close. “You're talented at so many things. You're an accomplished journalist, you got the most deadly punch in the family, you win every game of spades and pictionary we play.”

“Keep going,” Iris's elbow nudged into his side. “What else am I good at?”

“You're also the most amazing mother and wife in the world,” Barry bent to press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Not to mention smart, funny, and absolutely stunning. You're basically perfect but everyone needs to have one or two flaws. Yours just happens to be cooking.”

“Okay, okay I get it,” Iris laughed and to Barry's pleasure snuggled in closer to him. “You can stop laying it on so thick smooth talker.”

“I speak nothing but truth,” Barry said while he tilted his head to steal a kiss from her.

As they parted from the kiss Barry could see Iris didn’t look upset anymore but instead he saw mischief in her dark brown eyes.

“Well I guess lucky for me my husband is excellent at cooking,” Iris gave him a coy smile as she pushed the bowl of batter towards him. “Hope you can make this work honey, I'm going to go make myself coffee.”

Barry stared down at the lumpy mess Iris left him and figured he'd have better luck beating a army of meat-humans blind folded with one hand tied behind his back then make good pancakes out of it. But he would do anything for his wife so he'd definitely planned to try.

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sophisticatedloserchick · 4 years

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Fanfic - The Arrangement: The Chemsit AU - 1/1

Summary: Iris West takes a big risk and decides to strike a deal with the city’s most dangerous crimnal; The Chemist.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2794

A/N: Follow up chapter to The Chemist fic I wrote about a year ago.

“This has to be the stupidest thing you've ever done.”

Iris suppressed the urge to let out a very frustrated sigh at her friends' words. Instead double checked that she had pepper spray in her purse and her phone was fully charged.

“Iris are you listening to me?”

“Yes Linda,” Iris gave her a clipped response. “I've been listening the entire car ride here where you've said many times what a stupid idea this is.”

Iris looked out the car window towards the building across the street; a night club owned by Black Amunet a known associate of The Chemist. She had it on good authority he would be here tonight.

“This whole plan is crazy,” Linda kept going. “You're going to get yourself killed.”

“Wait for me here,” Iris ignored her friend's concern. “I'll be back soon.”

She felt a little bad for leaving a stunned looking Linda behind but Iris needed to focus. She knew Linda had a good reason to think she was crazy but she needed to see The Chemist again.

Getting inside the club didn't take much effort. She'd wore a very tight black dress that hugged her curves and makeup that gave her a dark sultry look. She knew the clientele for this club were a little rougher around the edges. They'd never let anyone in who looked like a narc or a doe-eyed normie. She made sure to give the bouncer one enticing look with her red painted lips pulled into a wicked smile and he immediately let her in.

Iris felt a wave of hot and sticky air as she entered the club. Flashes of neon lights that cut through the dark. A haze of grey smoke hung in air making Iris feel a little dizzy. The small space packed with people most of them clustered into groups drinking and smoking. All of those she made eye contact with had a hardness in their eyes that made it clear they were capable of lying, stealing and killing without a second thought.

Even in the dark haze Iris could spot some of Central City's most notorious criminals. Like Killer Frost's distinctive white hair from where she at at the bar downing back to back shots. Crime boss Cisco Ramon sat at a table in the back holding court over his men. Most importantly she spotted Ralph Dibny aka the Elongated Man notoriously known as The Chemist's second in command.

If he was here that meant The Chemist must be too.

Feeling her heart beat pick up with adrenaline Iris started to navigate the dense crowd following Ralph's tall, lanky form. She had to push roughly past a few people to make sure she didn't lose sight of him. She managed to follow where he walked to a far corner of the bar, up a small set of stairs to a raise platform. Iris guessed it to be the VIP section of the club but the chairs and tables sat empty. Only The Chemist sat there completely alone.

She could feel his eyes on her as soon as she came into his line of sight. A flash of memory of their last encounter hit her as she remembered how green his eyes were.

Iris barely had time to decide what to do next before Ralph Dibny stood directly in her path.

“Where exactly do you think you're going?” He said while glaring at her.

“Let her through Ralph,” The Chemist called out. “I want to see her.”

Ralph gave her one look of warning before stepping aside.

Iris walked up the steps on to the VIP section and for the first time felt uncertain. She remembered the last time they crossed paths months ago. She'd been handcuffed to a chair and at his mercy. She only escaped because of luck. Any sane person would steer clear from someone this dangerous yet she found herself willing walking into what could be a trap.

The Chemist sat relaxed in one of the leather chairs. He wore the same black outfit except his jacket was tossed over the back of his chair. Now up close to him Iris tried not to think about how the black fabric of his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders. Or how could he looked reclined with his long legs stretched out.

He may have looked relaxed but Iris could tell by the tension in his body he would move to strike at any moment. His green eyes tracked her every movement, lingering on the bare skin of her legs and shoulders. Deep down Iris might have picked this dress to get his attention and it both thrilled and concerned her to have it.

“Interesting to see you here,” He gestured to the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”

Iris eyed the chair suspiciously and made no move to sit on it.

“I'm not going to handcuff you again,” The Chemist assured her with a smirk. “Not unless you want me to.”

Iris tried to keep her face straight but she could feel heat spread through her body at the promise in his eyes.

Iris sat down, crossing her legs which drew the Chemist's attention as the dress rode up her thighs a little.

“I have to say I wasn't expecting you,” The Chemist lifted his eyes up to look at her directly. “This doesn't seem like it be your scene.”

“You shouldn't underestimate me,” Iris replied back. “There's a lot about me you don't know.”

“Is that a challenge?” The Chemist cocked his eyebrows up in question. “Because its been a long time since I found a beautiful woman like to be challenging.

As much as Iris enjoyed being flirted with she needed to take back control of the conversation.

“I'm here to propose an arrangement,” Iris said firmly.

For the first time The Chemist's cool and confident demeanour dropped as his eyes widened in surprise. Iris took as much pleasure in catching him off-guard as she did when he looked at her in this dress.

“What kind of arrangement can a reporter with a squeaky clean record offer me?” The Chemist asked with genuine confusion.

“We both have a common enemy.” Iris answered. “Gold Face. We both want to take him down.”

“And you think I need your help to do that?” The Chemist leaned back in his chair crossing his arms over his chest.

“Basically, yes.” Iris leaned forward. “You left his gang a year ago. Since then you've had your battles over territory but neither of you has been able to take the other out. If you could do it on your own you would have done it by now.”

When he didn't respond Iris wondered if she pushed things too far. He remained silent for a beat. His face impassive and his green eyes going cold and dark. Perhaps her calling him out on his greatest rival got that reaction but not for the first time tonight Iris remembered why so many people in this city feared him.

“What can you do for me that others couldn't?” He pressed, his eyes assessing her.

“I can give you information.” Iris said. “The kind you can use to take him out.”

“And what do you get out of this arrangement?” The Chemist asked.

“The streets of Central safe from a man like Gold Face.”

“But then I'll be in complete control of the city. Can a upstanding citizen like you be okay with that?”

“I'll deal with you when the time comes.”

Putting it all out there was a major risk but she saw no point in lying. He either already knew her intentions or he'd figure it out soon enough. Of course he could easily have Ralph or even himself get rid of her right here and now. No one in the club would be a witness to the police for her murder. A lot of them would probably volunteer to dispose of her body to get in The Chemist's good graces. But if it kept the city safe then the risk would be worth it.

After another long pause where The Chemist stared at her intently Iris wondered if she should try to escape but The Chemist turned his gaze away from her.

“Ralph,” The Chemist gestured to the man who hadn't strayed too far. “Go to the bar and get a bottle of the best vodka they have and two glasses.”

At Iris's confused look he broke out into an amused grin.

“I always seal the deal of a new arrangement with a drink,” He said simply.

And with that Iris joined forces with one of Central City's most dangerous criminal.

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

Three shots of vodka later Iris knew she better leave before she lost complete control of her senses. Normally she could hold her liquor, and right now she was in a comfortable warm haze, but she knew there was a thin red line between her current state and getting drunk. In a place like this swarming with criminals everywhere you turned she couldn't afford to make herself even more vulnerable.

Besides she got what she needed. The Chemist for the time being would be working with her to take down Gold Face. Her staying around only put her more at risk. She might not be the most famous face at Picture News but she didn't want to take the chance of anyone recognizing her.

Yet leaving felt harder to do then it should. Not that she found conversation with The Chemist stimulating. All he kept doing was refilling her glass and looking at her with his pretty green eyes. His expression contemplative as he kept taking her in with his gaze. Iris felt caught between wanting to know his thoughts when he looked at her like that and being to scared at what she might find out.

But she needed to leave an insistent voice in her head kept reminding her. Her skin felt too hot, the music at the club too loud, and The Chemist's eyes were making her feel dizzy.

“I need to go,” Iris abruptly announced with a voice louder then she intended.

“So soon?” The Chemist asked amusement clear in his voice.

“I got what I wanted,” Iris said firmly. “We toasted the arrangement like you wanted. Time for me to leave.”

The Chemist knocked back one more shot before shot setting his glass down. He gestured for her to stand up as he moved to get up as well. To Iris's annoyance he stood up in one fluid motion while her unsteady legs caused her to teeter a little. She found herself being steadied as The Chemist gripped her elbow. His hand cool to the touch making it feel like a brand on her heated skin. Iris couldn't help the jolt that went through her body. And unfortunately by the smirk tugging at his lips Iris knew that he noticed.

“Ralph I'm taking her out back.” The Chemist announced

His hand moved from her elbow to wrap around her wrist. Without saying another word he led her down the steps and around to the back of the club.

Instantly Iris noticed the difference between her walking through the club alone and walking with The Chemist. When alone Iris could feel glances in her direction but they quickly slid past her, some might linger on her body out of desire but in the minds of these criminals she was no one. With The Chemist people moved to the side to give him room. Their stares seemed to be entranced by him despite The Chemist not doing anything to draw attention to himself.

Not surprisingly when Iris glanced in his direction his face remained neutral. Not giving away a single thing. Leaving Iris to wonder why he thought parading the two of them together out in the open would be a good idea.

At the back of the club away from the crowd he pushed through a door that opened to a long empty hallway lit by white florescent lights. Iris shivered as the frigid air hit her skin. The cold stillness of the hallway a complete contrast to the loud and heated air of the club.

“You know I could have escorted myself out of here,” Iris spoke now they were alone.

“And let you be eaten by the sharks out there?” Barry grinned at her. “I wouldn't do that to my new partner.”

More like you want to be the only shark who gets to eat me, Iris thought but knew better to say it out loud.

“Well I'll be fine the rest of the way,” Iris tried to tug her wrist out of his grip. “Your duty here is done.”

Except he didn't let her go.

His eyes kept looking at her in this contemplative way that made Iris's skin break out in goosebumps. She'd seen that look on him before when she'd been handcuffed to a chair at his mercy. A look that reminded Iris of a self-satisfied cat thinking about what he wanted to do with the mouse it caught.

The part that truly freaked her out is not being resistant to finding out.

In one quick movement The Chemist had her pushed up against the wall. Iris's back hit the flat surface giving her a jolt of surprise. His hands pressed against the wall on either side of her head effectively trapping her there. His body as close to her as possible without touching.

His eyes, now a darker shade of green, dropped down to her lips before looking back into her eyes. She knew that without speaking he was asking for permission to kiss her.

To Iris's own surprise she didn't push him away or refuse. Instead her hands grabbed the lapels of his black shirt to pull him down as she surged forward to kiss him.

The Chemist didn't need much more encouraging than that. His hands moved to wrap around her waist. His body pushing against hers until there wasn't an inch of space between them. One of his long legs slotted between hers making Iris gasp at the added pressure to her core.

His lips moved against hers perfectly. The right amount of pressure to make her melt against him. When he bit down on her lower lip then slipped his tongue into her mouth her knees almost gave out. She could taste the vodka on his tongue as he deepened the kiss. Iris felt herself fall into a haze of pleasure that it took her a moment to realize his hands had moved around to grab her ass.

She completely lost any sense of time when they finally broke apart. She wouldn't be able to tell you if they'd been kissing for hours or for minutes. Both were breathing heavily and their lips slick from their heavy kissing.

“Is this also how you close the deal on new arrangements?” Iris asked, her words coming out strained as she tried to catch her breath.

The Chemist gave her a smile that made heat twist in her stomach. His large hand curled around the base of her head as he tilted her face up towards him.All Iris could see were those green eyes and the dark promse in those depths.

“Only for the arrangements I really want to keep,” He said voice thick with desire before he pulled her into another kiss.

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

Rain had started to fall as Iris hurried across the street back to Linda's car.

In one swift movement she opened the car door and slipped inside. Her heart still pounding in her chest as she sat in the seat feeling overwhelmed but a excitement buzzing through her blood.

“I was starting to worry,” Linda eyed her friend critically. “You were gone for almost two hours.”

“Sorry it took so long,” Iris's hands subconsciously smoothed down the hair she knew looked a complete mess. “I needed to do some tough negotiating.”

Linda arched up one of her eyebrows in judgment but said nothing else.

“What? I did!” Iris defended herself.

“Well that's funny because,” Linda gestured to Iris's neck. “I didn't realize 'negotiating' with dangerous criminals included letting them give you a hickey.”

Iris sat there in embarrassed silence as Linda started the car and pulled out into the road. Her hand pressed over the tender skin of her neck where The Chemist had marked her. She wondered if she truly knew what she was doing getting involved with a man like that. Iris gazed out the window as Linda drove them through the city and she wondered if she made the biggest mistake of her life.

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Fanfic - The Girl in The Mirror - 1/1

Summary: Iris watches her husband while trapped in the mirror world.

Rating: PG

Word Count: 690

A/N: A angsty drabble I had to write after watching the latest episode. My poor westallen T___T

Iris watches Barry whenever she can.

There’s no pattern or reason as to when images of her life would appear in the silver reflection of the mirror. Sometimes it felt like hours, even days between her catching the briefest glimpse of the world she longed to return to. Then other times the images never stopped as if the mirror cruelly enjoyed torturing her with reminders of a life that was so close yet so far away.

The moments when she saw Barry were the hardest.

Her heart leapt at the sight of him. Her eyes greedily drinking in all the small details of him that made him Barry; the messy swoop of his hair when he first woke up in the morning, the crooked quirk of his lips when he smiled, the length of his shoulders in the sweater she bought him for Christmas.

Yet her heart ached knowing she could only look and nothing more. In the cold emptiness of the mirror-world it was the warmth of Barry's touch that she missed the most, how when he wrapped her up in his arms she felt safe and protected.

The worst was when Iris saw Barry with Her.

There’s an acute kind of pain in seeing your husband with a mirror reflection of yourself.

Iris had thought the real painfiul part would be seeing her husband happy and in love with someone who wasn't truly, completely her. That Barry would be just as happy with the reflection of her instead of all of her. Iris feared that was exactly what happened when she first saw Barry and the reflection of her continue to live in wedded bliss.

But then the cracks started to show.

More and more when Iris sees Barry and the reflection of her there's a distance between them.

Barry tries to reach out to her and fix the distance, seeking the warm and familiar intimacy that always existed between them only for him to be rejected every time. Iris watches from her mirror prison the hurt and confusion flicker across his face when it happens. When his sweet words are met with silence, and his his lover's touch not being returned. More heartbreaking is that Iris knows her Barry all too well, knows that he's blaming himself for the distance and that a voice in the back of his mind says 'its all your fault'.

Iris then becomes angered because its the reflection of her who put that merciless voice in Barry's head.

As time goes on Barry and her reflection are rarely alone together.

Like tonight, Iris watches Barry come home from work. He used to call out her name and announce that he's home but he stopped doing that weeks ago after he continually came home to a empty and silent loft.

He moves slowly through the dark loft only turning on a few lights. Lately Iris notices that Barry moves with none of his usual speed and he looks sick with his pale face and dark circles under his eyes. Both should be impossible because of his connection to the speedforce.

Iris looks on as Barry pauses by the side table in the living room and reaches out to pick up a framed photograph from their wedding day. The expression on his face is so open and raw it makes Iris choke back the tears.

She recognizes that expression, its longing. Barry is longing for something he doesn't realize he's already lost. And despite believing his wife is still by his side a loneliness now consumes him.

Iris knows that longing and loneliness. Can feel it right down to her bones. It consumes her in a way that makes it hard to breathe some days and where she would do anything to get back to him.

She's screaming out his name now, a fruitless attempt to get his attention that never works. Her firsts pounding on the cold mirror surface. But right at the moment when Barry lifts his head to stare directly at her, and hope grows in her chest that he finally sees her, the mirror shifts and Barry disappears.

All Iris has left is her reflection staring back at her.

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Fanfic - The Boy on the Outside - 1/1

Summary: Barry tries to figure out where he belongs in this Post-Crisis world and feeling like his wife has changed.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1005

A/N: Another angsty drabble thats a companion piece to The Girl in the Mirror

The last time Barry felt connected to Iris was the night after he came back from Lian Yu.

The two of them sat in front of the fireplace talking about what their life would be like in this post-crisis world and how they’d get through it together. Barry felt less alone knowing Iris was as lost as he was in this new world where so much had changed and each new day served as a reminder for what they lost. Barry had felt constantly ten steps behind, weighed down by carrying Oliver's death and the battle with Anti-Monitor. Barry couldn't shake the feeling that at any moment the world would tip on its scale and become something completely different.

But with Iris he felt like he was on stable ground again. This of course wasn't anything new to him. Even before his days of being the Flash Iris was the one who picked up his broken pieces and kept him together after he lost his parents.

Those feelings of safety and security came back to him again staring at Iris the orange glow of the firelight. The light softening the curves of her face, her dark eyes almost seemed to burn bright as she looked at him. Barry could still remember the softness of her lips as he kissed her. How he buried his face in her neck to breath in the sweet smell of her soap. Their hands peeling away the layers of clothes as their hands mapped out the familiar territory of their bodies.

The two of them made love that night on the living room floor with a kind of sweet abandon. Barry had felt the burdens he'd been carrying for months lift from his shoulders while buried deep inside his wife,her soft breathy moans echoing in his ears. After they both collapsed into each other, bodies covered in a sheen of sweat and their desires sated, Barry had gathered his wife up in his arms and carried her to their bed.

They'd fallen asleep that night wrapped up in each other arms, bodies pressed close, their hearts beating in time with the other.

Then the next morning Barry woke up and everything had changed.

Iris didn't seem like Iris anymore.

At the start of changes were small, almost comical. Iris who couldn't cook anything without charring it black could suddenly make perfect pancakes. She spoke fluent Italian despite Barry remembering how they both struggled to pass high school Spanish. Barry brushed off these changes as the after effects of Crisis, different but nothing for him to worry about.

Iris then started to distance herself from him.

When he reached out to touch her she would pull away. His fingers only able to lightly brush the skin that now felt cold to the touch. When Barry looked into her dark eyes to seek the warmth that he always found there he would instead see glassy black surfaces like a mirror that reflected nothing back.

For the first time in his life Iris felt like a stranger to him. He found himself not knowing what to say or how to act around her. Second guessing himself whenever they interacted.

In those moments of quiet despair when he thought to himself 'is this really my Iris?' he always forced himself to push aside those fears and doubts.

Afterall Iris still looked the same. Her voice was the same. Her passion and drive as an investigative reporter didn't waver. In so many ways the Iris that stood before him resembled the women he loved and known since he was eight years old.

And yet.

And yet something felt off but he couldn't put his finger on it. Anytime he reflected on it for too long the conclusion ha came to was that the problem lay with him. He was the one who couldn't adapt to this new post crisis world the way Iris could. He had once again rooted himself in the past, focusing on what he lost, rather than embrace the changes in the present. Iris had done nothing wrong, all she was doing was moving forward with her life. Barry was the one who needed to figure out how to try exist in this new world again.

He needed to stop standing on the outside of his life and watching it pass by right in front of him.

And if he did maybe he would be able to connect to Iris once more.

But for now the distance stayed between them. Barry dreaded going home at night. Before the changes he used to do everything he could to get home as soon as possible to be with his wife. Now he did everything he could to delay it. Because when he opened the door to the condo all that greeted him was darkness and silence. The warmth and light that Iris had once filled their home with had seemingly been snuffed out like a fragile flame on a candle.

Barry walked through the rooms feeling like a stranger in his own home.

His eyes drifted towards the living room where the fireplace was. Images of Iris's naked body bathed in orange light filled his head. He could still remember how her dark eyes looked up at him with love. He could almost hear the sweet words she had whispered against his skin as he moved inside her.

How could that all be gone now, he wondered to himself, why is that version of Iris becoming more and more a distant memory.

Even lost in his thoughts Barry suddenly felt a strong pull. Like someone was calling his name. The feeling that someone was watching him, trying to reach out to him.

Barry lifted his head and without thinking turned to look at the large mirror that stood in the living room. The hairs at the back of his neck standing up on end as a chill went through his body. Something about the mirror didn't feel right, he felt both drawn to it but also repelled by it.

But that was crazy right?

All he saw when he looked at the mirror was his own reflection, nothing else. He had to remind himself in this new world he had to get used to being completely alone.

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Fanfic - Balm to my Skin - 1/1

Summary: Iris rushes to her husband’s bedside after he battles Alegra in Episode 6x02

Rating: PG

Word Count: 654

A/N: Based on the photo from a westallen deleted scene T___T

The sounds of Iris's heels clicking against the floor echoed through the halls of Star Labs. Her movements were hurried and her face a mix of determination and worry.

The last time she heard Barry's voice he told her, with no room for argument, that he would be going to CCPD to take down Alegra. Without even waiting for Ralph to arrive as backup despite her protests. Not that Iris ever doubted her husband's abilities as a superhero but his body was still recovering from what he suffered through on Earth-3. Joan told her that even though Barry was recovering faster than normal because of his Speedster abilities he'd still need a couple days to get his full strength back.

But her Barry always the hero didn't think any of that as he ran in to save the day.

Iris burst through the entrance of the medical bay at Star Labs. Her eyes briefly tracked over Ralph and Killer Frost dressed in their battle gear but Iris knew they hadn't gone into the field. Then her eyes caught sight of her husband's bright red costume that stood out in stark contrast to the white and beige medical bed he was lying down in.

“Barry!” Iris ran towards, her heart pounding in her chest out of fear. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Barry's eyes had been closed from resting but they fluttered opened at the sound of Iris's voice. Those soft green eyes seemed a little dimmer than usual but they lit up when he saw Iris. A smile tugging at his lips an automatic response to her being at his side.

“Hey Iris,” Barry's voice rough but thankfully Iris didn't hear any undertones of pain in it. “This is nothing. Just feeling a little tired that's all.”

Relieved that he wasn't in immediate danger Iris's dark eyes took a better look at him. His cowl was still up covering most of his face. The skin had a slightly reddened hue but thankfully not as badly burned as what Ralph experienced. The rest of his body and costume didn't have a single mark or scratch on him. Like he said the only thing wrong with the complete look of exhaustion on his face.

“You're crazy,” Iris huffed out a relieved laugh. “What were you thinking running into a fight when you've barely got your strength back.”

“Someone had to save the day,” Barry said simply.

Iris's lips pulled back into a sweet smile, one that she reserved only for Barry.

Iris moved even closer to Barry's side. She leaned forward to crowd further into his space. Her hand reached out to wrap around his neck. Through the layers of red kelvar material she could feel his pulse point proving he was alive and well. Her thumb stroked gently across the edge of his jawline causing Barry to let out a pleased hum.

“You're not mad at me?” Barry teased while a grin curved his lips upwards.

He moved his hand to curl around her forearm, to ground himself and to make sure she didn't move away from him. The simple touch of Iris's hand made warmth spread through his cold body. All the pain he'd been feeling from his recent fight and experiencing the deaths of millions of Earth dissipated, as always Iris's presence was like a balm to his skin. He felt like he could breathe again, like the world had been made right. Iris was his lightning rod after all and in these moments he needed her the most.

“No you dummy,” Iris laughed and shook her head. “Its hard to be mad at you when you're being the hero against all odds.”

Iris then curved her torso down to Barry. Her long black hair becoming a curtain that sheltered Barry from the rest of the world, from the incoming crisis, if only for a moment. Her soft lips then pressed against Barry's and moved in a sweet kiss, and in that moment Barry felt like he'd be capable of doing anything.

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Fanfic - Afternoon (Not) Delight - 1/1

Summary: Iris tries to surprise her husband for a Afternoon Delight but then things don’t go as planned.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1818

A/N: A fluffy fic I had chilling in my drafts that I decided to finally finish up XD

Barry could feel a pressure headache building at the back of his head.

Today had been an awful day. The only other CSI tech called in sick which normally Barry could handle but today the case load included three homicides, two armed robberies and one break-in. He could speed through the paperwork in the blink of an eye but all the DNA and forensic samples he sent to the lab to be analyzed took time to process leaving Barry stuck waiting.

And other small things started happening since the moment he woker up to ruin his day. The water for his shower this morning came out a dark rust color. The the barista at Jitters got his coffee order mixed up, instead of his usual americano double shot he got some whipped cream caramel confection that tasted like pure sugar. Then as soon as he walked through the doors at CCPD Singh let him know that two of the CSI's quit and as the newly appointed head of the department it would be up to Barry to find their replacements.

Barely half way through the day and Barry felt ready to call it quits.

He doubted anything could turn this day around.

The universe decided to prove him wrong as his wife walked through the door of his lab.

“Iris?” Barry perked up at the sight of her. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes greedily drank her in. She wore a tight navy blue skirt that hugged the curves of her hips and accentuated her small waist. Her crisp white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone revealing a tantalizing V of brown skin. Her long black hair swept to the side in loose curls. The smile on her lips seemed to make the dark confines of Barry's lab become brighter.

“Hi babe,” Iris walked towards him, high heels clicking on the wooden floors. “I thought you could use a lunch break.”

She held up a bag of Big Belly burgers for him to see.

“I know today has kind of sucked for you,” Iris looked at him sympathetically.

Barry rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment remembering the phone call he gave Iris an hour ago to rant about his troubles. He felt bad for making her worry but at the same time getting to see her always made his day better.

“You're an angel,” Barry breathed out when she reached his desk to put the bag of food in front of him. “Best wife ever.”

“Its just fast food you cornball,” Iris laughed but Barry could tell she was pleased by the compliment.

For a few blissful minutes Barry inhaled the burgers and fries. There was something about greasy and cheesy food that made even the worst days seem better. After a moment he consumed two bags worth of food realized that Iris wasn't eating and she didn't even attempt to steal any of his fries. She simply perched herself on the edge of his desk looking at him with a thoughtful look on her face.

“Hows your day going?” Barry asked, using a napkin to wipe away the ketchup and mustard on his face. “Any good news stories break out?”

Barry crumbled all the burger wrappings into a ball and hand tossed them into a waste basket a few feet away.

“Not really,” Iris pursed her lips. “Been a boring day actually.”

“Well I'm happy if it meant I get to see you,” Barry grinned broadly up at her.

He meant it too. Any time he got to spend with Iris he would cherish. Even a simple lunch date was enough to make his terrible day way better, he didn't need much more than that.

Lucky for him Iris had other ideas for their lunch date.

Without warning Barry found himself with a lap full of Iris. His hands went up immediately to steady her. One hand curling around her waist, the one resting on her knee. Heat spread through him at the feeling of her soft, warm body pressing into his. His senses filled with the smell of her lavender soap and the sound of her light giggle.

“Iris?” Barry swallowed thickly. “Are you making a move on me?”

“Absolutely,” Iris leaned forward to press her lips against his jawline. “Can't I spend a little quality time with my husband?”

“Its the middle of the day,” Barry shuddered as Iris shifted in his lap so that her ass rubbed against his crotch.

“Like that's stopped us before,” Iris's fingers ran through Barry's hair, her nail scratching along his scalp causing tingles to shoot down his spine.

“A little afternoon delight?” Barry's hand slipped under her skirt to touch the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Their lips then finally met in a heated kiss and Barry could barley breath let alone think anymore.

What happened next occurred in a complete blur. Often when he was this close to Iris his powers tended to go haywire. The speed that already infused his cells would intensify at the feel of Iris's hand touching his skin or her lips moving against his. Sometimes he would vibrate, sometimes tiny bolts of lighting danced across his skin, sometimes he would slow down time in order to savor the moment.

Other times Barry would move about the room in small bursts of speed.

One moment the two of them were making out in his office chair. The next Barry had Iris pressed up against a wall across the room. Her skirt had disappeared in the process allowing her long bare legs to wrap around his waist. Her head tilted back as she moaned when Barry grinded his hardening cock against her.

In a blink of an eye Barry zipped them back to his desk. His paperwork fluttering to the floor as Iris lay on her back spread out across his desk. Barry towered over her body looking down at the hunger in her dark eyes.

Barry should of taken a moment to catch his breath. To calm down his nerves that felt like they were moving a million miles a minute. He could feel his grip on control slipping with each passing second.

Which is why Barry wasn't looking when he sped them over to the laboratory side of his office. His focus more on getting his wife out of her remaining clothes then being aware of the shelves filled with bottle of chemicals.

The sound of glass breaking ripped Barry out of the sex induced fog he'd been lost in.

“Wh-what happened?” Iris blinked in a daze.

She was sitting on the edge of the metal counter with her shirt completely unbutton exposing her white lacy bra. Barry stood between her legs, his hands gripping her waist ready to pull her underwear off. Looking at Iris distracted him again but he was vaguely aware of the white mist from the chemicals hitting the air surrounding them.

After his brain snapped back into focus he finally saw what liquid had been in the glass beaker that broke.

Oh schrap, Barry cursed to himself, its hydrochloric acid.

“Honey I'm so sorry,” Barry spoke quickly while looking into Iris's confused brown eyes. “I need to get us into a shower to get this off us.”

“Wait Barry-” Iris started but Barry had already scooped her up into his arms then sped off.

While not lethal in the small amount that got on them hydrochloric acid in a concentrated form could be corrosive and could do a lot of damage. In their case they were at a high risk of irreversible skin burns. Barry's speedster body would heal in time but Iris didn't have the same advantage. The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for marring his wife's perfect brown skin.

In under a second Barry moved them down two floors to the staff locker room. Thankfully no one was around leaving it completely empty.

Faster than the human eye could see Barry got Iris out of her remaining clothes, turned on the facet, and put her under the spray of water.

“Oh god its co-old” Iris winced as the cool water hit her skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” Barry apologized knowing his wife usually preferred her showers to be scalding hot. “The water needs to be cold to counteract the acid burn.”

“Acid burn?!” Iris whipped her head up to look at him panicked.

“You're going to be okay,” Barry soothed. “I think we got here in time.”

Barry examined Iris's arm that had been exposed to the acid mist the most. The skin there looked slightly darkened and irritated but thankfully hadn't escalated to a burn. His focus wavered a little given his wife was now completely naked getting wetter under the spray of water but he didn't think she'd appreciate him lusting after her in this moment.

“Does it hurt?” Barry asked gently, his hand stroked the skin of her waist to help calm her nerves.

“A little,” Iris's lowered her eyes down to her arm. “More itchy and irritated than painful.”

Barry breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't permanently injured her due to his speedster clumsiness.

Iris's body began to tremble kicking Barry back to worry mode.

“God your shivering. Sorry we should stay under this cold water for a little longer,” Barry wrapped his arms around her to hopefully set off the chill in her body. “But tell me if you get too cold.”

“Its not that,” Iris pushed her hair out of her face and Barry could see she looked upset. “I try to surprise my husband to make him feel better and we end up covered in acid.”

“Which is completely my fault,” Barry gave a sheepish smile. “I got a little too excited like I always do when I'm with you.”

“I didn't make your day worse?” Iris asked biting down on her lower lip.

“I'm currently wrapped around my very naked, very wet wife in the shower.” Barry grinned crookedly at her. “A little acid isn't going to ruin that.”

Iris laughed as Barry nuzzled into the side of her neck. His arms pulling her tightly against him. Even with the cold water Barry could still feel the heat that always existed between them.

He meant what he said too. Every moment he got with Iris was special to him. Even if that included them standing in a cold shower to wash acid away.

“Well you know I'am a little cold,” Iris pressed a soft kiss to the center of his chest causing electric shocks to go through his body, “Will you help me stay warm?”

Iris shrieked in surprise when Barry lifted her up into his arms and pressed her against the shower wall fully intending to pick up where they left off.

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Fanfic - Teasing in the Change Rooms - 1/1

Summary: After a long day of shopping Iris decides to reward Barry by trying on some swim suits for him testing Barry’s control.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2127

A/N: And here’s the other Summer themed fanfic I’m posting waaaaay too late. But its still technically summer so in my opinion I made the deadline lol.

Barry had lost track of how long they'd been at the mall.

Barry never enjoyed spending an entire day shopping. Time went by simultaneously fast and slow not unlike Flashtime. He only went to the mall a few times in a year to buy new clothes or to go Christmas shopping.

Iris on the other hand loved the mall. As a teenager she spent every possible moment and all of her allowance shopping at the mall. She always managed to ensnare her past boyfriends to come shopping with her making them her pack mule for the day. Iris never made a quick trip to the mall either. For her if you didn't enter the mall when it first opened and left when it was dark outside then you didn't really go shopping.

It was the one 'boyfriend duty' that Barry never got jealous of. He loved spending time with Iris but he could do without spending a day at the mall.

But now with him being 'The Boyfriend' he had to step up.

“How you doing babe?” Iris asked as they exited the soap shop that had so many strong smells Barry had gotten a headache.

“Great, I'm great.” Barry said with a strained smile. “Who know there was so many different types of soap.”

Iris smothered a laugh but his attempts to hide his pained expression didn't work.

“You've been so sweet,” Iris went on her tip toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “There's one more store I want to go to then we can head home.”

“And we order pizza?” Barry asked hopefully.

“Sure, and I'll let you pick one of those complicated sci-fi movies you love so much,” Iris said brightly.

Already things were looking up for Barry.

Iris led him to another clothing boutique. After going to about ten of these types of stores all of them blurred together. They headed straight to the back of the store where the change rooms were and found a chair for Barry to sit on.

“You wait right here,” Iris's hand patted his chest affectionately. “I'm going to grab a few things to try on.”

Barry practically collapsed into the chair after Iris left. All the bags he was carrying fell to the ground as he realized how sore his arms were. He passed the time by scrolling on his phone barely noticing Iris coming back with her arms loaded with things to try on.

“Bar?” Iris called out five minutes later. “Will you tell me what you think of this?”

Barry didn't know why Iris asked his opinion on the clothes. He had no sense of fashion compared to her not to mention he thought everything looked great on her. But if she wanted his opinion he would try for her.

Barry glanced up from his phone only to go completely slack-jawed when he saw what she had on.

All Iris had on was a one piece bathing suit. The deep V-neck that down the front exposing the lines of her collarbone and swell of her breasts. The dark yellow color brought out the warmth of her brown skin. Barry's eyes trailed down her body loving how the thin material accentuated her curves.

“Looks great,” Barry swallowed thickly as he eyed her long legs. “I mean you look great. Really really great.”

Iris unphased by what a mess he'd become promptly turned around.

“What about from the back?”

Her hands gathered up her thick black hair to show off the scooped back of the bathing suit that left most of her exposed. Barry felt heat spread through his body as his fingers clenched at the top of his thighs. He knew from experience how soft the skin of her back was, how much he loved placing soft kisses from her shoulder blades down her spine making her squirm underneath him.

“That's great too,” Barry said in a bit of a dazed state.

Iris's lips pulled in a pleased smirk before letting her hair fall back into place.

“You wait right there,” Iris gave him a playful wink that affected Barry in ways that were embarrassing. “I'll be right back with another option.”

Barry watched as she walked away with more swing in her hips then needed. He tried in the scant minutes he had to gain some control back. Deep calming breaths, trying to recite complicated chemistry equations in his head so he wouldn't think about how amazing Iris looked in that swimsuit.

All his attempts to regain his composure flew out the window when Iris strutted back in a turquoise blue bikini. Barry didn't know anything when it came to fashion but he always marveled how Iris's brown skin complemented every color she wore. But Barry's attention didn't linger on the color of the bikini for long. His body felt electric just looking at her. Normally Iris wasn't this exposed outside the confines of their apartment. Something about seeing her nearly naked in such a public place made the blood pump down faster to his already growing erection.

His eyes traced over the curve of her hips where only a thin strap kept the bottom part of the swimsuit together. He could imagine his fingers slipping under the fabric to pull it down her legs. He then looked up past the soft roundness of her belly to where very thin fabric stretched over her breasts. He wondered how difficult the clasps in the back would be for him to pull that fabric away making her completely bare to him. Which is not a thought he should be having in such a public place.

“Barry, Barry?” Iris waved her hands to get his attention. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh? What?” Barry shook himself out of his stupor.

“I said 'do you like this style on me better'?” Iris said through amused laughter at his state.

“I like any style on you,” Barry said bluntly because it was true.

Iris shook her head at his answer before heading back into the change room to try on another suit.

Not that Barry wasn't enjoying every second of this but he didn't think he could last much long before making an embarrassment of himself in public.

As he watched Iris go back into the change room Barry could feel his body thrum with electricity. His hands were already starting to go vibrate with excitement, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his pale skin turning red as he felt flushed with heat. There were typical reactions he had when it come to Iris. She always found a way to make him lose control.

Except when she teased him like this it was in the comfort of their own home and not out in the public where everyone could witness him coming apart. Every cell in his body screamed for him to peel those bathing suits of Iris's body and have his way with her but the threat of them being caught was too great.

Or is it?

Barry cast a furtive glance around the store. He saw two sales clerks chatting at the front then off to the side a Mom with her daughter looking through the racks of bathing suits. None of them were luckily paying attention to him. He could easily slip into Iris's change room and then he would-

'No. I need to get a grip,' Barry mentally put a stop to where his thoughts wanted to go, 'I'm a superhero. Not some hormonal teenager.'

With a deep breath Barry tried to calm himself down. He felt close to pulling it off until he heard Iris call out his name.

He looked up to see she pulled back the curtain of the change room to poke her head out. Barry felt himself for a moment getting lost in her dark eyes. The inviting and mischievous smile on her face making Barry's blood pump harder in his veins.

“Uh...yes?” Barry swallowed thickly.

“Can you please help me?” Iris batted her eyelashes at him with an adorable pout on her lips for good measure, “I can't tie my top on this one.”

In his haste to be of assistance Barry nearly knocked over his chair as he rushed towards the change room.

Barry entered into the cramped room in a whoosh of speed, making certain the curtain was firmly cinched behind him. The change room didn't have a lot of space but the two could easily fit. His eyes directly went to where Iris stood in front of him. The bathing suit she had partly on was a coral pink. Barry's eyes lingered at the material stretched over her ass before traveling up the skin of back. Iris had gathered her hair up to completely expose her back and the undone pink strings of the bikini top.

“You okay there Bar?” Iris glanced at him over her shoulder smiling at him coyly.

“Oh yes, absolutely.” Barry nodded not taking his eyes off her back. “I'm very okay.”

Iris laughed lightly at the strained tone of his voice but he didn’t care if she knew what a mess he was becoming.

Taking a half a step forward Barry crowded into her space. Not for the first time Barry loved the height difference between them. How his taller body seemed enclose her smaller one. Like there wasn't an inch of her body that he wasn't touching.

His hands reached out to lightly trace her back, reveling in the softness of her skin. His head dipped to brush his lips along the curve of her neck. Iris did a sharp intake of breath. Her body swaying back to be closer to him, his touch drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

“Ba-arry,” Iris sighed out when placed soft kisses on the sensitive spot behind her ear, “Stop teasing me.”

“You've been teasing me,” Barry smirked against her skin. “Its only fair I return the favor.”

Iris opened her mouth to reply but instead a moan came out as Barry nipped at the skin of her neck as his hands wrapped around her waist to bring her even closer to him. Barry's mind getting dizzy at having a nearly naked Iris in his arms and pressed up against him.

Barry knew it be so easy for him to move his hands upwards to tug away the fabric barely covering Iris's breasts. He knew she would stop him if peeled away the bottoms, push up against the wall of this change room and take her right there. It probably had been her plan all along.

“Excuse me miss?” A shrill voice interrupted their moment.

Both Barry and Iris nearly jumped out of their skin having been completely lost in each other's touch.

Iris thankfully managed to recovered fast enough to respond.

“Uh yes?” Iris replied in a shaky voice as Barry decided to keep pressing kisses to the skin of her shoulder.

“I found the size you were looking for,” The sales clerk continued. “Should I leave it out here for you?”

“Yes thank you,” Iris's voice went a pitch higher as Barry's hands moved down her sides to wrap around her waist.She would of given him a glare for teasing her like this but considering she’d been teasing him minutes ago she didn’t have a leg to stand on.

Iris thought the sales clerk had walked away but after a beat she spoke again.

“Just a reminder its store policy for only one person in the change room at a time.”

In their current position Iris couldn’t see Barry but she knew he had to be as red with embarrassment as she felt.

Iris didn’t know what to do. Having sex in public always seemed like a good idea until you got caught.

Before she could untangle herself from Barry in the blink of an eye Iris found herself deposited on the couch in the living room. Her mind and body feeling completely disoriented from the quick change of location. As she was getting her bearings a flash of lighting filled the room. Barry stood before her holding all the bags from their day of shopping along with a couple of new ones from the swimwear store.

“I didn’t know which one you wanted so I bought all of them,” Barry’s grin then borderlined on wicked. “And a few new ones I thought you’d look good in.”

“Well then,” Iris got up from the couch and walked towards him. “I better try them on for you.”

After that day Barry never again hated going to the mall with Iris.

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Fanfic - All’s Fair in Love and Mini Golf - 1/1

Summary: Barry and Iris are very competitive in all things including Mini Golf

Rating: PG

Word Count: 1481

A/N: Soooooo this fanfic is very very late lol. Sorry this has been a crazy summer >____<

Focus, Barry repeated in his mind, I need to focus.

His green eyes narrowed in concentration. His lips pursed into a thin line thoughtfully. Hands flexed as they readied themselves for his next move. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face from the exertion his body had gone through the past half an hour.

There was no room for errors. He needed to put everything he had into this next move or it would all be over. This would be the one loss that he couldn't come back or recover from. All he had was the knowledge that in the past times of desperation he could achieve the impossible.

“Would you take the shot already?”

Iris's voice cut through the haze Barry was lost in. Shaking himself out of his stupor to look where she stood on the sideline watching him. She gave him a bemused look while she twirled her gold club impatiently.

“You can't rush victory,” Barry answered.

“More like you're delaying your defeat,” Iris said with a cheeky grin.

“I gave you ten minutes to plan out your shot at hole 5 remember?” Barry pouted and giving her puppy dog eyes.

“I doubt it took this long but fine,” Iris smirked at him, “It'll make my winning taste that much sweeter.”

Since they were kids the two of them were very competitive when it comes to mini golf. To be fair competitiveness wasn't restricted to mini-golf as they had the same energy with bowling or playing cards. Both of them doing everything it took to win. Joe and Wally stopped stopped playing with them due to their aggressive tactics.

Now as adults they played just as hard to win if not harder.

Iris stretched her arms over her head while arching her back a little. Barry found himself losing focus and becoming distracted looking at the dips and curves of her body. Especially the tiny pair of jean shorts that hugged her ass perfectly and exposed the long length of her legs.

This was a new tactic Iris used more of. The teasing and heckling from the sidelines they'd done since they were kids. But the new underhanded attempts at distraction were new to their playing. Iris tended to wear as little as possible without being too scandalous always blaming it on the summer heat. But Barry knew she did it to throw him off his game. When she would dip down lower than needed to take a shot so that Barry would had a direct view of her ass Barry would call foul on it. But then again he was the one who took every opportunity to kiss her breathless in between holes making Iris dizzy and hopefully less capable of making shots.

“Anytime you're ready Bar,” Iris ran a hand through her long black hair. Barry could feel a different kind of heat spread through his body as she tipped her head back to show off the line of her neck. Barry could already imagine himself kissing and biting the soft skin there and the soft moans Iris would make.

Barry used his last ounce of will power to tear his eyes off Iris to look at the wooden windmill that stood in his way to getting that hole in one. His eyes watched the wooden blades of the windmill moving in a slow circle waiting for the perfect moment to send his golf ball through. With a silent prayer Barry swung his golf club and sent his ball flying.

Only for it to hit a corner of a blade and come flying back at him.

“Yessss!” Iris pumped her hands up in celebration. “Victory is mine loser!”

Barry hung his head in defeat even through he actually loved the cute little victory dance Iris did from the sidelines.

“Alright, alright you won,” Barry walked up to her accepting the thrashing he just received. “No need to rub it in.”

“Are you kidding?” Iris draped her arms over his shoulders to smile up at him big and wide. “I'm not ever going to let you forget this.”

Barry exhaled a breath that was in between laughter and frustration. Competitiveness is a quality that both of them shared and while Barry didn't love losing he couldn't deny he found it extremely attractive on Iris. Especially when Iris had her body pressed in close to his while she looked up at him with a wild look of triumph in her dark eyes.

Which is why Barry couldn't help but lean down to kiss her breathless.

“Well you're taking losing really well,” Iris said softly when they finally pulled apart.

“If I get to kiss you then its not really a loss”, Barry said while his hands wandered down the length of her body.

“We better go celebrate this at home,” Iris smirked as her hands slipped under his shirt to touch the skin of his back. “There's children and families all around us.”

Without another word Barry used his speed to get them out of there quick to find a more secluded place to celebrate Iris's win.

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Fanfic - We Still Have Time - 1/1

Summary: Barry can’t keep his eyes or hands off his pregnant wife (Westallen fluff/light smut)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1481

A/N: Based on Candice’s amazing photos of her wearing a fake baby bump *Heart Eyes*

The best thing about being married to Iris is what without even trying she could blow him away with her beauty.

Like in this very moment as Barry stood in the threshold of the kitchen watching his wife. Iris was lost in her own world as she moved about the kitchen. Half humming and half singing to herself as she worked on making herself a sandwich one of the few culinary pursuits she could do without setting anything in the kitchen on fire.

Barry eagerly took the time to drink in every aspect of her. The long dark waves of her hair that spilled over one shoulder, still curling from her late morning shower. Her warm brown skin glowed in the sunlight that poured through the windows of the living room. She'd dressed simply in a pair of black leggings and a red long sleeved dress but the fabric hugged and clung to her curves in a way that made Barry ache for her. His eyes traced along the swing of her hips as her body swayed to the music she sang to herself. The shape of her full breasts, the curve of her ass, but what truly drew him in was the small bump on her stomach where Iris carried their baby.

Barry didn't think he'd ever seen anything more beautiful.

Eventually Iris caught him gazing at her. A slight jump went through her body in surprise but she soon playfully scowled at him.

“Don't scare me like that,” Iris scolded even though her eyes were bright with amusement. “What are you doing lurking in the shadows like that?”

“Can't help it,” Barry shrugged his shoulders with a dreamy smile. “You're too beautiful.”

Iris rolled her eyes but he could tell she was pleased.

Barry walked into the kitchen making his way to her. Iris had already turned back to preparing lunch not that it would stop Barry from getting as close to her as possible.

His arms wrapped around her middle. His large hands immediately going to caress the small bump of her stomach. Ever since Iris had 'popped' a few weeks ago he took every opportunity to rest his hands over where their baby grew inside of Iris. At night when they slept together Barry had taken to curling his long body around hers, cocooning Iris with his body heat, his hand resting protectively on her stomach as they slept. Sometimes Iris wondered if Barry's speedster powers made it possible for him to feel the heart beat of their baby. Because at times he would sigh with relief as his hands made contact with the smooth skin of her stomach as if he wanted to make certain their baby was still there, still safe and protected.

Iris placed her hands over top of Barry's. She smiled softly where Barry nuzzled his face into the bare skin of her neck to breathe in the sweetness of her citris and honey soap.

“You've become more clingy,” Iris said while her thumb stroked the back of Barry's hand. “And you won't let me finish making lunch.”

“This is more important,” Barry murmured against her skin and pulling her even closer to him as if hoping to absorb her into him.

“You're ridiculous,” Iris started to laugh.

Then in a blink of an eye Barry used his speed to move them to the kitchen island. Iris found herself hoisted up and perched on the marble counter ledge. Barry standing between her spread legs, his hands griping the tops of her thighs, and his lips skimming along her jawline.

Iris let out a soft moan when Barry's lips captured hers in a sot kiss. His fingers moving to stroke the sensitive part of her inner thighs sent shocks of electricity through her body. Iris's hands reached up to run through Barry's hair silently demanding that he kiss her harder, deeper. Her husband was only happy to oblige her. His tongue slipping past her lips to fully taste her. His hands moving to slip under the material of her shirt to stroke her skin leaving a trail of fire from her rib cage to the small of her back. But it didn't take long for that to not be enough for him. Barry's hands were quick to pull the material of her shirt up and over her head leaving Iris completely bare to him.

For the sake of comfort on the weekend Iris had forgone her usual bra but Barry half wondered if it also wasn't a subtle seduction on her part.

He took a moment to look at her. The smooth brown skin of her chest and stomach that he knew would be warm and soft to the touch. Her perfectly round and firm breasts with the dark brown nipples already hardened from their foreplay. Barry lifted a hand up to tenderly cup her one breast, his thumb brushing along the sensitive peak. Iris let out the sweetest gasp in response, her back arching ever so slightly.

Part of Barry wanted to push it further by tugging and biting the sensitive skin of her breasts but he held back. Ever since the pregnancy Iris's breasts had become tender and aching with pain. The changes going through her body both concerned and fascinated him.

“We better enjoy this while we can,” Iris whispered softly in his ear while her nails dragged deliciously across his scalp.

Barry having lost himself in tasting the soft skin of her neck pulled away in confusion at her words.

“What do you mean?” He asked a little dazed.

“Before I become too pregnant for you to be interested,” Iris lightly drew her hands down his chest causing Barry to shudder under her touch.

“Iris,” Barry breathed out her name. “I don't think me not wanting you could ever be possible. Especially with you pregnant with my child.”

To emphasize his point Barry's hands moved down to run over the bump of her stomach. He couldn't help the look of wonder that crossed his face while doing so. Months had passed since Iris told him she was pregnant but he still couldn't wrap his mind around it sometimes. The fact that he got to make a baby, a real live person, with the woman he loved most almost seemed too good to be true.

He knew Iris was starting to feel self conscious the further she got into her pregnancy. Her clothes didn't fit the same way anymore. Her ankles started to swell forcing her to abandon her favorite high heels when she went to work. She'd taken to getting sick from the moment she woke up right to the end of the day. Barry hated she had to go through the necessary struggles but one struggle he didn't want Iris to carry was thinking he could ever be turned off by her.

“You're beautiful,” Barry curved his body down to press kisses to her bump. “You don't even know what it does to me when I see you like this, pregnant with our child.”

“You're such a sap,” Iris's hands directed Barry back up so she could pressed her lips to his in a heated kiss. “Will you still want me the same when my stomach grows to the size of a large watermelon?”

“Even more so,” Barry wiggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively causing her to giggle. Making Iris laugh to Barry was almost as good as making her moan with pleasure.

“We still have time,” Barry told her between kisses. “We have all the time in the world.”

After that the two stopped talking. Their focus completely on getting rid of each other's clothing. Iris impatiently pulling Barry's grey CCPD hoodie off. Barry took the time to peel Iris's underwear and leggings slowly down her hips and legs. Soon they were completely naked, their bare skin pressed together. Neither wanting an inch of space between them.

Barry made love to Iris right there on the kitchen counter. The whole world seemed to come to a standstill as they got lost in each other exploring the body of the one they loved. Taking and receiving pleasure as they intertwined. Barry almost half wondered if he put them in Flashtime to draw out the sweetness of the moment for as long as possible.

After they both reached completion, several times in fact, they both collapsed into each other. Their heated skin pressed together sticky from sweat and other fluids. Their warm breath intermingling. Their heart beats nearly in-sync as Barry slowed down his to match hers. Barry still heavy and full inside her but not wanting to pull out to break the connection yet.

Even if they did have all the time in the world Barry as determined to savor every minute he had with her.

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