A/N: Finally, after a million years, I have more chapters to give you! Hoping chapter 4 and 5 will be up today as well, but if not they should be in the next day or so. Enjoy! This chap is literally 95% smut. Proceed with caution if that's not your cup of tea.
*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
*Many thanks to sendtherain for beta'ing.
Chapter 3 -
The warmth of the late afternoon sun stretched across the smooth wood floors, dipping into each crevice, and finally traveling up to the bed where two lovers lay snugly against each other. The rest of the bed was left almost completely undisturbed, except for the two towel-formed swans that had fallen sideways at the edge of the bed and the flower petals scattered now mostly to the floor.
Still, when Iris West-Allen opened her eyes, took in the view surrounding her, and felt Barry Allen's wedding ring against her hand again, she couldn't help but smile.
"I'm married," she whispered, her toes wiggling with delight.
"Mm, ten more minutes," Barry murmured into her hair, his hand traveling up to cup her covered breast in his sleep.
She laughed aloud, causing his eyes to fling open. She felt him instinctively jolt back, but she held him still, then turned around in his arms.
"You're not going anywhere."
Aware now of where he was and who he was with, Barry smiled slowly and lay his head back down on the pillow.
"Oh, yeah?" he teased, leaning closer. "Says who?"
"Your wife," she said, smiling wide. He couldn't stop his own grin, but he kissed her anyway.
"My wife, huh?"
"Mhmm." She squirmed in his arms. "Your wife of…two days, I think? Or is it three now?"
"Not sure what day it is," he admitted.
"Me either. Want to check out our suite, though."
He poked her nose and nodded, then slowly sat up.
The sight stole their breath away.
A canopy of sheer drapes hovered over and around their bed, tied at the posts so they could see the wonder world beyond them. Besides the fallen swans, which Iris frowned at, and the now scattered flower petals, was a wide room with windows staring out into the lush greenery outside. Down the hall was a marvelous marble bathroom, which they would later discover had a huge stone shower that reigned down water like a waterfall. But from here in their bed, they could see a small patio outside glass doors and their own private pool.
"Oh, my God, Barry."
She untangled herself from his arms and went outside, hardly daring to believe what she saw. Along the outside of the suite was a large round bath and a bucket of more flower petals. Nearby pictures shown how they could be set on the water's surface once the bath was filled – something the staff was quite willing to do if requested.
"This place is amazing."
"I agree," Barry said, coming to stand beside her. "We did good."
"You did good, you devil." She punched him lightly in the stomach. "I can't believe you did all this."
He shrugged innocently. "I've wanted to marry you all my life, Iris. Did you actually think I wouldn't go all out for our honeymoon?"
She shook her head in awe and pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, kissing him soundly on his lips.
"This is why I love you."
He smiled. "I love you, too." After a moment he looked around their masterpiece of a suite. "So, what would you like to do first? We can order room service. Or we could go down to the beach, explore the city and find someplace local to eat. Whatever you want."
"Well, I am hungry," she said, feeling a slight ache in her stomach. "But it might take a while for food to get here, huh?"
"I can call and find out," Barry said, parting from her to reach for the phone.
Iris almost stopped him, then decided that maybe this could work in her favor. She busied herself undressing, feeling confident in the fact that their back area was surrounded by high bushes and trees. By the time Barry had finished with the call and turned back to her, the only thing she was wearing was her engagement and wedding rings.
"They said h-holy…fuck," he whispered the last word, his eyes roving all over her body.
"Holy fuck," she pretended to contemplate. "That's quite the greeting." She walked slowly towards him, then wrapped her arms around his waist. "But what I want to know is…" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Why aren't you undressed yet?"
Not using super speed – which surprised her – Barry shed the rest of his clothes, lifted her in his arms, and dropped her on the bed. She yelped, but she was smiling. She pulled him close and kissed him. The passion between them was instant, hot, exquisite. She could feel the sweat surface on her skin, eager for him to be inside her. His lips left hers and started to kiss down her body, and she knew where this was going. She had no patience for it.
"No." He kept going and she forced his head in place. "No."
He glanced up at her.
"No, what?"
"No teasing, Barry Allen. Not this time. We missed our wedding night. We can make up for that in a few hours with candles and music and love declarations, whatever. But right now, I need you inside me."
His eyes darkened. For a few moments he just stared at her, letting her consume the raw heat radiating off him, the lust he had only for her, how he craved every inch of her body.
But if she wanted his hard, swollen cock inside of her right now, who the hell was he to argue?
He lifted himself up and moved upwards till their eyes were level with each other.
"Condoms?" he asked, his voice heavy with desire.
"We don't need them."
He frowned. "What?"
"I'm on birth control now."
"Huh?"
But she yanked his head down and kissed him soundly, making him incoherent with her tongue in his mouth and her fingers weaving through his hair.
"Consider it a wedding gift," she said just before nibbling on his ear.
Her fingers trailed down his back, nails lightly dragging down the surface. Then, without warning, she pulled him into her and gasped when his full length slid inside her in one fierce thrust.
"Iris," he groaned, and she felt him sweating too.
"Do it," she whispered. "Fuck me, Barry. I need it."
"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered but retreated enough to create an impact before slamming into her again. She wanted simple, ruthless penetration, so he was going to give it to her. Hard, relentless, unbelievably pleasurable for both of them.
Iris rolled her hips up against him to meet each thrust with some delicious friction of her own. With every moment her ability to keep from flying off the edge lessened. She grabbed his ass and pushed him into her, silently ordering him to go faster. He felt her bite down on his shoulder, though, letting his increased speed and moans wash over her.
"Iris."
"Harder, Barry," she breathed heavily. "Fuck me harder."
On cue, Barry flipped them so he was on his back. Iris gasped and braced her hands on his chest, but she collapsed almost immediately when he bent his knees, lifting her up and fucking her from beneath. The slapping was so loud that under other circumstances Iris would worry someone could hear them. The doors were wide open, and she was unabashedly moaning, crying for him to fuck her harder and faster, even though she could hardly stand how fast they were already going. The intensity was overwhelming, but it was so good.
And then she crested, wave after wave of nearly unending pleasure taking over.
Barry's thrusts began to slow as he emptied inside of her, groaning and grinding against her. His mouth latched onto one breast as his palms held her ass, squeezing the luxurious globes.
"Oh, hell, Iris," he muttered, his head falling back on the pillow. "Fucking hell."
She laughed a little, agreeing, and then laid her head on his chest when he straightened his legs out so they were laying flat on the bed.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" he said, his hands moving slowly up and down the curve of her back.
"And you're mine," she said, snuggling closer. "All mine. Forever."
Barry smiled to himself and lay his face against hers.
"Always."
…
The next time Iris found herself waking up, it was dark outside again. She hardly noticed though because she found herself looking at a room filled with lit candles, an aroma of sweet passion fruit, and flower petals sprinkled around and over her on the bed. There was no Barry Allen snuggled beside her as he'd been earlier. Instead he was standing before her beside a cart of food ranging from native fruit to the comforts of home with wine and chocolate to boot. The sight took her breath away, especially since he'd managed to put a pair of shorts on but nothing else. She suddenly wondered if that had been due to needing to greet someone at the door.
"Hey, handsome." She smiled slowly, after giving him a once-over once her eyes had taken in the sights of the room. "What's all this?"
He picked up a champagne flute and handed it over to her, the glass filled to the brim with fizzy champagne.
"A tribute to my wife."
Chills ran down her spine. Would she ever tire of hearing that word pass through his lips in reference to her?
She sat up slowly, bringing the sheet with her. Alone or not, she had a feeling they'd both succumb to carnal lust before one of the metal lids was lifted if she displayed herself in the nude while he was finishing his toast.
"Go on."
"Beneath one tray we have all the comforts of home: chocolate, pastries, and coffee grounds from Jitters."
Her jaw dropped. "Did you sneak those in here?"
He shrugged innocently. "I might've."
"And beneath tray two?" she asked, scooching up to the side of the bed he was standing by. He lifted the lid.
"To be honest, I'm not really sure, but it looks pretty tasty, and there's a print-out in English of what everything is, so…"
She giggled, everything in her wanting to toss the champagne over the side of the bed and jump into his arms. She compromised and set the flute down on the cart before lunging towards her husband. Miraculously, he kept his grasp on the glass and caught her at the same time. The smile looked to be completely immovable from his face.
"You are crazy, Mrs. West-Allen."
She smiled brilliantly. "I like the sound of that. Say it again."
His eyes shone with happiness. "You are crazy."
"Mrs…" she prompted.
"Mrs. West…"
"West-Allen!" she shouted, gripping him tighter.
He laughed. "Now how did you get to be that?"
"I married you," she reminded him, poking his nose.
"Oh, yeah?" he asked, the teasing lilt turning a bit darker.
"Yeah," she confirmed, her voice sinking deeper as well.
She leaned in and met his lips, and wow, was it possible that he tasted even better than before?
"Did you have champagne without me?" she murmured between one kiss and another.
"Does it matter?" he asked.
"We should do everything together," she said, clearly not all that bothered as she took his flute from his hands and set it on the cart beside them.
"Mm, my bad…won't happen again."
And then she was leaning back and taking him with her, and he was kicking his shorts off and tumbling back onto the bed. After several long minutes of making out, Barry's erection became evident against her thigh, and he pulled back.
"What is it?" she asked, dazed as he drew his finger over her bottom lip before sinking his fingers into her hair, brushing his thumb down the side of her face.
"This is our wedding night, Iris. I know it's a couple days later than our actual wedding, but that's what this is for me."
"I agree," she said, sprinkles of a smile sparkling across her lips as she caressed his face as well.
"So I don't want it to just be sex," he told her. "We have ten days to have sex non-stop in between tourist excursions and long naps. Tonight, right now, I want it to be…romantic."
"You are romantic," she said with stars in her eyes. "I can hardly believe how romantic you are."
His cheeks turned a soft, rosy red, but his gaze never faltered.
"Though I suppose I should have picked up the signs sooner. That replica of my mom's wedding ring? I mean, come on. And the loft?" She shook her head. "And singing to me for your proposal? Barry Allen, I wish I'd seen the signs."
"That I'm a romantic?"
"That you were in love with me."
His heart skipped a beat.
"I've always been in love with you, Iris."
Warmth spread through her.
"I think I've always been in love with you, too. I just didn't realize."
He smiled. "I know. It's all right. We made up for lost time."
"Not nearly enough." She pulled him down for a kiss, and he let her. When they parted he looked dazed, blissfully happy. "Is any of the food hot?" she asked, running her fingers down the back of his neck. He shivered deliciously.
"The meat, I think. It will definitely get cold if we have sex before eating it."
"So let's eat the meat then." She pulled away enough to sit up. "I'll put on some pjs and we'll eat, and then you'll make love to me."
He eyes were starstruck, staring at her as if he couldn't believe she was real.
"Then I'll make love to you."
He held her hand till the last possible moment, then released it so she could scurry over to her suitcase and slide the shimmery, satin nightie over her head. Knowing she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath it just about killed him, but he slid his boxers back on to hopefully keep his hard-on at bay. He moved over to the cart and cut the meat, putting equal portions on the two small plates included with it. He placed a few pieces of fruit and chocolate on each and decided to set aside the coffee grounds for the next morning. They did have champagne after all, and Iris would love to wake up to the aroma in the morning.
"That looks great, Barry, thank you."
He smiled as she came to sit beside him, and they ate their food in near silence. Iris was just about to break it, to force some conversation to pass the time quicker so she could jump him sooner, but his free hand slid over to hers and intertwined their fingers, and she knew it wasn't necessary. Just being here with him, the lapping of the water in their private pool feet away, the soft rustle of the breeze in their drapes, the warmth of the candles and the body heat radiating off both of them. They were living in a paradise.
"A toast," he proposed, when they'd both finished their meal – Barry feeding the fruit and chocolate into her mouth doing a serious number on her. When she'd reciprocated the gesture and the tip of his tongue had darted out when he took the food from her hands, she'd nearly lost it.
"A toast," she responded, pulling herself out of the lust that threatened to cloud her mind.
"To you, the most beautiful, amazing woman that I've ever known. I'm so lucky that you agreed to spend your life with me."
"To you," she returned, trying to get her heart to slow down. "The most amazing, attractive man I've ever met. You know me inside and out, and you love me as much as I love you. I can't imagine ever being with anyone else. You're…the love of my life."
"Cheers," he said softly, clinking her glass with his. They both downed the liquid and set their glasses on the cart before Barry gently pushed it away.
Then, without a word, Barry slowly lifted Iris' nightie up over her head and dropped it on the floor.
"You're amazing, Iris," he said, taking her in for a moment before tracing the curves of her body with his fingertips. "You're so, so beautiful."
She watched him for a while, how dazzled he was just by touching her, by touching the skin he had already explored so many times. He knew her inside and out. He knew how to make her feel pleasured, wanted, on the edge of unbearable excitement. He knew how to have her screaming and how to make her purr, the slight differences between a moan and a groan and a cry and a whisper. He knew how to enact all of that in there. He was an expert. And yet, here and now he was touching her as if he'd never done it before – not in an inexperienced way, but he marveled at her as if this was the first time he was really seeing her.
Her heart soared. The rush of love nearly overwhelmed the lust she felt in that moment, and after so much of it, she couldn't help but call out to him, to give her gratitude and love and celebrate who they had become together.
"Barry."
He met her eyes and smiled, soft and warm. Then he followed her as she lay herself back onto the bed and hovered over her, kissing everywhere his hands had been. Her fingers running through his hair and over his shoulders sent shivers through him – shivers she could feel. But he forced himself to focus, to not lose control. He kissed down her neck and over her collar bone, down the valley between her breasts. He licked and sucked at her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks and then continued down to her stomach, squeezing her breasts in his hands as he continued still lower, licking and kissing and stopping just short of where she was drenched in bodily juices, where she wanted him the most. He looked up at her through lidded eyes, hair falling over his face.
"Do you want me, Iris?"
He dragged one hand slowly down the side of her body till he propped one leg over his shoulder.
Iris gasped, then nodded.
"Yes, Barry. I want you."
A self-indulgent smirk came and went on his face and then he was facedown into her, and he didn't come up until she'd screamed and rode the waves of pleasure that followed.
"You taste so good, Iris," he said, moving up her body. Then he lowered his lips for a kiss. "Don't you taste good?" he murmured. "Tell me how good you taste."
The dirty talk licked at the fire in her, increasing the heat spread across her skin.
"Damn, you know what you're doing," she said, enduring the smile that pressed against her cheek when he kissed her there. "Yeah, I taste good." She flipped him over. "But I'm willing to bet you taste even better."
He grinned and scooched up the bed until his head was laying on the pillow. He watched her, sucking in a breath as she went down on him.
"T-turn," he finally growled, and she followed his order, creating a full sixty-nine with her moist folds over his face.
It took a lot of resilience on both of their parts to not come before the other was ready. But it was amazing. And after those orgasms passed, Barry lurched up and Iris propped her ass into the air, gripping the sheets as he found her entrance and slid inside her. After a while he pulled her up, her back to his chest. He squeezed her breasts as she wrapped her arms around his neck behind her. She turned her head to kiss him as he fucked her, and his tongue swept every crevice passed her ruby lips.
He was hitting all the right spots, making her wild with desire. He wasn't using his super speed, but it was still so good. Slick with sweat, Barry fell back after his second orgasm. Iris didn't miss a beat, turning around and lowering herself onto him just as soon as his erection returned.
"God, I love your nonexistent refractory period."
He laughed, grabbing her hips and rutting her against him slightly faster than she was moving. Then he propped his legs up so she was higher in the air, so she had to level her hands on his chest. And that's when he thrust into her hard. She tried to return the movement as well as she could, but she ended up collapsing onto him due to the intensity, wrapping her arms around him as he fucked her into oblivion.
"So, g-good," she moaned loudly, tears in her eyes from the unbearable pleasure.
"F-f-f….f-f-fuuu…fuuuuck, Iris," he groaned, spilling his seed again and again.
They lost count of how many rounds of sex they went through during those hours after dark, positions intimate and sweet but also hot, intoxicating, and mind-blowing. Eventually, when the sheets were damp with sweat and sex, they walked nude into their private backyard and slipped into the warm water of the little pool. Meant to be a means of relaxation, of coming back from the fucking that had stolen almost all their energy, it soon became another means of sex.
It was different in the water, smooth and silky and kind of surreal. It was slower then, more deliberate, but desire crawled at their insides and soon the sounds of the water splashing all about with every smack of skin beneath the surface nearly drowned the sound of their cries, and they began to wonder, truly, how they would ever make it outside of their little haven.
"I love you, Iris," Barry said, when he could catch his breath.
"I love you, Barry." She clung to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, let him sway her in the water before he managed to get them out onto the grass and then eventually back to their room.
Spare sheets in a closet made their sleep peaceful once they finally were exhausted enough to not go another round.
"Can I have your hand, Barry?" she asked, on the verge of sleep. "Mm, other one," she murmured after feeling around on the first one he gave her. She kissed his wedding ring, then lay her cheek against his hand, smiling.
Barry could hardly stand the happiness flooding through him. He held his newly-wed wife close as they drifted off to sleep and thought if this was just day one, they had one hell of a honeymoon to look forward to.
