A/N: Got a pretty good response from the first prompt. Glad you guys are enjoying.

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PROMPT: It is WestAllen's one year anniversary and Barry is planning to surprise Iris with something special ~you decide what is this special thing because I'm not creative lol :D Please and thank you -Anon

He sat on the park bench rubbing his hands together. Then he stopped and leaned back, sinking into the hard wood. He casually crossed his left ankle over his right knee. Then his foot started to bob. He whistled a little and then popped his mouth.

And then stopped when a dog walker had to stop due to his dog pausing to see where the sounds Barry was making were coming from.

Barry forced a polite smile and a nod when the man caught his gaze, looking puzzled, and then walked away.

When the man was gone, Barry sat up. He stood then, telling himself to make no more noises, and paced the short space in front of the bench.

Then finally – finally – he stopped, and time froze.

The nerves that had been wracking for the past half an hour – despite the fact that she was supposed to meet him only five minutes later – ceased for that moment. The awestruck look on his face broke into a grin when she closed the distance between them, grabbed his tie and pulled him down for a quick passionate kiss.

"Hey, Barry," she whispered when she pulled away and slowly released his tie.

"H-Hey," he squeaked a little and cursed himself for it. A whole year of marriage later and he still turned into a bumbling high school nerd whenever she showed him an ounce of unexpected affection.

She smiled though and didn't mention it.

"I see you remembered what day it is," she noted.

He turned to where she was looking and saw he'd left the fresh picked daisies on the park bench. He sighed, sped over and returned, handing them over to her.

"One of my many surprises."

Iris lowered her head to inhale the scent of the white petals. Her eyes were soft and dreamy when she looked back up at him.

"I've always admired when you brought me daisies."

He quirked his head in misunderstanding.

"Since my name is Iris, almost every boyfriend I've had has bought me irises. Eddie bought me roses, so I didn't mention it because at least it was something different. But daisies – daisies are my favorite."

Barry beamed, proud of himself for remembering.

"Are you…ready to go?" he asked, nerves now gone and excited for what lay ahead.

"By all means. Take us there."

He didn't know if she expected him to speed her off to another place and time, but one moment they were in the middle of the park they'd always played at as children, and the next they were in a meadow in the countryside filled with daisies.

"Fresh picked daisies?" Iris breathed, tears in her eyes when she looked at Barry. She bit her lip when he nodded.

He took her hand and led her over to the start of some rolling hills where he had a picnic basket full of food waiting for them beneath the shade of some aging oak trees.

"Barry Allen, I believe you've out done yourself."

Still smiling, he unrolled the red and white checkered table cloth and set it on the ground. Then he sat down and pulled her to sit with him.

"…which is saying a lot," she continued, "because you're just about the most romantic guy I've ever met."

He was beaming so much now that it was difficult to talk.

"Well, I…I waited a long time for you, Iris West." He paused. "Allen."

"West-Allen," she corrected, her eyes twinkling.

Her defiance faded when the look in his eyes set free the butterflies inside her.

"It's been a whole year now," she pondered aloud, wondering if he could hear her heart beating as loudly as she could. She distracted herself by digging through the picnic basket in search of the chocolates she knew he'd have buried at the bottom. When she found them, she grinned and pulled one out to unwrap it. "Bored yet?"

He suppressed a scoff as she popped the chocolate into her mouth. She watched his eyes drop to her lips and knew she wouldn't be able to resist much longer

"Never," he said.

The disbelief evident in his voice acted like a trigger. Her grin lessened into a gentle smile that disappeared entirely when she closed the distance between them again and kissed him. He had barely touched her, but the spark ignited and soon she was on his lap attempting to devour him.

"Iris—" He pulled away for an instant. He'd prepared a long romantic speech, a walk through the meadow, pointing out the significance of this place beyond that first bouquet of flowers, but it was difficult to focus on those things when Iris – as always – was so determined to claim him.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?" she said before he could utter a word, only a breath or two between them.

The hunger in her eyes gave him more than enough cause to put aside his extensive plans till later that afternoon.

"Yes you do," he murmured, and pulled her in for another kiss.

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A/N: Dang it. Over the limit again. 839 words. Haha I edited it too many times after the fact! XD Hope this was surprise enough, anon! Happy reviews are love.