A/N: This fic contains five possible ways Iris could've responded to Barry's proposal in 3x14. There are six chapters b/c the first way is a 2-parter, one with only Iris's POV & then the exact same response from Barry's POV. I took suggestions from people on tumblr of things they might want to see from Iris's response, so I will make note of those in the beginning of each chapter. Enjoy!

*Many thanks to my flawless beta, sendtherain, for looking these over so quick for me. :)

Suggestion Box: I'd love to see the scene from both Iris and Barry's perspective where she says yes.

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

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She Said Yes - Iris's POV

While staring down at the man she loved more than life itself, still trying to process the words that had tumbled out of his mouth and the ring he held in his hand, still holding her breath and reminding herself to breathe, it dawned on Iris that she hadn't responded yet.

She blinked and became aware of her surroundings again. The massive amount of candles and rose petals, the roses in her hand, the smell of Grandma Esther's noodles wafting over to her…

She nodded slowly and smiled, eyes shining.

"Yes."

The grin that had been ever present during his proposal spread further across Barry's face. For a moment in time, neither said a word. They stared at each other with tears in their eyes and beamed. Then the moment passed, and Barry directed his gaze to her left hand, which was still clutching the roses he'd given her.

"May I?" he asked timidly.

She nodded again, gulped, and smiled. Tears threatened to fall as she let him take the roses from her. His fingers brushed against hers in an exquisitely intimate way that sparked a zap of electricity from his finger to hers. It electrified her senses in a way nothing else could have, even as she watched him set the bouquet on the floor amidst all the rose petals.

Iris couldn't take her eyes off of him. She couldn't move, could only hear her heart hammering away in her chest and the shallow breaths escaping her lips. She felt Barry take her hand again, this time with no shock, and slide his mother's engagement ring onto her slim finger.

For as old as it was, the ring was dazzling. For just a second she recalled the ring Eddie almost gave her and how it didn't compare. Then the vision of past proposals faded away.

The ring Barry adorned her with was so beautiful, and it meant so much to him and now to her. She was nearly lightheaded with the fact that he had given her such a keepsake. Barry had loved her since they were kids. He'd told her that what felt like a lifetime ago, but the truth of how deeply her sweet, smart, selfless, heroic Barry Allen loved her never ceased to take her breath away.

She laughed aloud at the thought that came next.

Barry looked up at her, eyes glittering.

"What?"

She could hardly contain her giggles.

"I just got engaged to the Flash."

Barry grinned and stood to his feet, the glint in his eyes all Flash.

"Every woman in Central City is going to be insanely jealous of me." She draped her arms around his neck as she spoke. "Or they would be, if they knew."

Barry wrapped his arms around her back.

"Think you'll mind not being just a West anymore?" he asked.

She softened and her bubbling laughter ceased.

"Iris West-Allen," she whispered reverently.

For all the softness in her voice, inside she was bursting with excitement. She wanted to scream and jump up and down and run outside and sing, even though she was absolutely terrified of singing out loud for anyone to hear. She wanted to announce it on live television so that the whole world would know that Barry Allen was her man and this ring made it officially official.

"Going to hyphenate, huh?" he asked, drawing her out of her racing thoughts.

She grinned back at him.

"That is one future detail I don't mind keeping," she said, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and finally succumbing to the urge that had threatened to swamp her self-control from the moment he slid the sparkling ring onto her finger.

She kissed him.

It was a heavy, passionate kiss. A possessive kiss. A hands-running-through-his-hair kiss. His hands were snug around her waist, pulling her closer so they were as joined as they could be with their clothes still in the way.

It was an overjoyed kiss. A kiss with tears running down their cheeks and gasping breaths when they finally broke apart.

"You're never going to outdo this one, Barry," she panted, her limbs trembling as the energy required to stay standing was zapped out of her.

Barry brushed his nose against hers, smiling.

"Wait till you hear my wedding vows," he murmured.

Iris pulled back and stared up into his eyes, her shock clear on her face by the way her eyes widened and jaw dropped.

He's already written his vows?

She could hardly believe it.

Barry neither confirmed nor denied the clear question in her eyes, but when his head dipped down to kiss her again, the need to know dissolved, and Iris lost herself in him again.

"I love you so much," she said between kisses. "I can't wait to marry you."

"Iris," he breathed heavily, his hands coming up to cradle her face, his kisses getting more demanding and accelerating further when she responded just as fiercely as he did. When her leg started to wrap around his, he pulled away again.

"Why are you stopping?" she whimpered, breathing as hard as she had the first time they parted.

"I…uh…" Barry licked his lips and cleared his throat. "Don't you want to eat first?"

Iris blinked and tried to register what he was saying.

"Your Grandma Esther's noodles just aren't as good warmed up. I believe you've told me that in the past."

Had she told him that? She couldn't remember.

She cleared her throat.

"Barry…" she began, doing her best to seduce him with her voice. He gently swayed against her, so she knew it was working.

Her hands slid beneath the collar of his jacket. She warmed when her hands pressed to the hot skin on the back of his neck and she felt him shiver. She saw it happen and without permission her body proceeded to do the same; a delicious trembling rippled over her like a wave, pulling her like a magnet to him, so that there was hardly any space between them.

"Iris," he rasped, but the word was lost in the gentle whoosh of her pushing his jacket off his shoulders to the floor.

"All I want right now," she told him, placing one finger against his parted lips and then waiting till his eyes met hers, "is you."

Barely a breath between them, Barry took her mouth again, lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the couch. Surrounded by candles and rose petals, her legs wrapped tightly around her love before he parted from her briefly to undress himself and then slowly her, Iris knew that whatever happened, he was hers; and she, forever, was his.