Iris pulled his tank top over his head, then proceeded to pull his pants down. He was surprised by the emboldened actions that Barry never thought Iris would have ever done.

"Whoa Iris c'mon let's take it slow, okay?" he advised. She detached herself from his neck panting and wiped her mouth sloppily.

"Okay, uh, so do you...um...have a condom?" Barry whispered the last part like it gave him an allergic reaction. Iris chuckled and sauntered over to her closet where she pulled out two small packages. Tossing them Barry, she pulled down her skirt and jumped into bed wearing only her thin top and a thong. He looked over at her sultry expression. Iris in a thong, who would have ever thought? Barry blew out a long breath and put the covers over his lap to put on the condom. His hands became shaky but eventually he got it on and looked over at her with love in his eyes. Her lower half was also covered by the sheets and she was dangling her thong from her pointer finger. She flung it across the room and pulled him on top of her.

"Come on Barry," She whispered while licking her lips, "Do it. Do me."

"Okay Iris, let's, um, take it slowly," he instructed. He put his tip to her opening. Time slowed down.

The look in her eyes, the curves of her body, it was to much for him to handle. He pressed in slowly, watching her expression the whole time. The farther he went in, the more pained her face became. When he was entirely in her, a tear slipped from her eyes.

"Iris, I'm sorry! Are you okay? Should we stop? Is this making you uncomfortable? What's in your head?"

"How do you fit...it...in your suit?" she whispered.

Even in this serious moment, Barry blew out a laugh. "I don't know whether to be flattered or…"

She wrapped her arms around his back. "Keep going, Barry."

He paused for a second but then pulled out. They both closed their eyes and sighed. She kissed his neck, murmuring, "More." He nodded.

Instead of just slowly pressing this time, he actually pushed all the way in. Iris exclaimed out loud, hugging him closer to get him all the way in. "Faster," she requested.

Fast was his specialty. Now he started to thrust. Slowest, slow, fast, faster. Every thrust, their panting got louder, faster, and more pleasurable.

"Oh Barry!"

"Iris!"

Iris wasn't just sighing now, she was squealing. If anybody had heard them, they probably would have thought that the both of them were being tortured. They continued it for what seemed like forever to Barry. Nothing was really happening: he was thrusting and she was just laying there. Finally Iris gave up and pushed him off of her, breathing hard as if she had just run a marathon.

"Iris, we didn't get there," Barry sighed in disappointment.

"I know," she breathed in the same tone. Barry lay there, wondering what he should be feeling. When he looked back at Iris, she was already fast asleep. He gazed back up at the ceiling and closed his eyes…

…..

"Where am I? What happened?" He thought, "Ohhhhh...oh no."

Barry sat up and smashed his palms into his eyes. He hadn't had a hangover in a very long time and had forgotten what it felt like. The memory of his night with Iris didn't really help with the throbbing that seemed to be emanating from his brain. He reluctantly swung his legs across the bed and found his pants which he pulled on. He made his way to the bathroom and immediately jumped into the shower. Stepping out, he found a dry towel and wrapped it around his lower half. His body reflected him in the mirror. He didn't look different. He felt different though. He'd just exposed himself to his best friend, and failed. What did Iris think of him now? How was he supposed to talk to her? Where was she anyway?

Barry put on his button down shirt and walked into the kitchen. Iris was sitting at the table with her back towards him and facing the window. She was wearing a bathrobe and slippers, her hair was draped across her shoulders. He took a long, deep breath and sauntered over, stopping about a yard behind her.

"Good morning," he started. He didn't know what else to say. After he cleared his throat, he tried to continue. "Um, are you okay? Do you have a headache?"

"Sit," Iris returned. Barry hesitated, but then walked over to the chair facing her and sank down slowly. She looked tired and stressed.

"Oh, thanks," he stated as she pushed a mug of coffee over to him. She nodded and they both sat their in silence except for the sipping of their caffeine.

"I'm sor-"

"Last nig-"

They started at the same time and chuckled a bit.

"Sorry,"

"No, go ahead."

Barry gulped, "I just want to know: what you said, and...did, with me last night," he asked, "Was it all exaggerated? Or did you actually want to say and do those things?"

Iris put down her coffee and rubbed her head. "I, well, I just...I wanted...I don't know. Everything I said...and did...I really meant it."

Barry felt kind of relieved. She actually wanted to kind of be with him. So what was holding her back?

"You know that I have feelings for you it's just that we've never acted on them. We sort of professed our love and then drifted off to different people. I just never pictured me dating you. We're so different, yet so similar. I'm, just...I don't know!" She covered her face with her hand as if she were hiding from him.

Barry gently grabbed her wrist. "Hey it's okay don't be embarrassed. You know I was pretty out of character last night too. And maybe not as, you know, ahem: physically capable as Eddie was."

Iris peeked out at him. "What? What do you mean physically capa-oh!," she realized and smiled looking down, "That! That's what you're worried about?"

He turned bright red. "You know I don't have a lot of practice," he muttered, "And I wasn't expecting to do it last night."

Iris genuinely laughed. "What, do you have to prepare for it or something? Was it with Patty or Linda?"

"Stop making fun of me, I don't wanna talk about this anymore," he said half jokingly, "What were you thinking when you kissed me? Did you feel sorry for me or did you actually want to, like, date me? What are we now? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Still friends?"

She stared at him as he waited for her reply. They were both single. They loved each other. They've known each other their whole lives. What was the holdup?

"Barry, I think we should just stay friends for a little while," she replied. She saw his expression sink. "Just for a while Barry, for your sake. I mean, you just broke up with your girlfriend two days ago. Maybe you could convince her to stay here. I know you still have feelings for her. Tell her you're The Flash. Tell her how much she means to you."

He looked away. "I've thought about this and I think she should leave. Zoom targets the people closest to me. I know I didn't tell you I was The Flash at first, and look how much danger you were put in!"

"But now that I know, look how much I can prepare for danger! You should tell her, Barry."

"You know, the more people I love, the more vulnerable I am and the more vulnerable they are too. I love her enough that I don't want her to get sucked into this world. She deserves better. She deserves to go to college, meet someone who wasn't struck by lightning, who won't put her in danger every second of her life."

"I think you don't think she's capable enough to defend herself. When I found out about you, I actually helped you guys at S.T.A.R. Labs instead of getting in the way. Believe me she'll thank you for telling her and I know that she'll have something to contribute."

Barry drank more coffee then stood up. "I'm sorry Iris. This is just some poor innocent girl who wanted to get revenge on a metahuman. She did it. Now she has to live the life she deserves. I have to go to work."

Iris heard him open the door and speed outside behind her.

…..

Knock knock. Barry ran down the stairs and opened the wooden door. Iris stood outside with her arms crossed.

He groaned and walked towards the kitchen. "How many times am I gonna see you today? It's, like, what, seven thirty?"

"Patty knows you're The Flash. What did you say after I left?" She walked into her house and shut the door behind her.

He brought two cups of lemonade into the living room and motioned for her to sit down.

"She wanted me to admit that I was The Flash," he proclaimed.

Iris stopped mid-sip. "You didn't tell her, did you? Why not?! Don't you love her? Don't you want her to stay?"

"Stop nagging me, okay? I'm protecting her."

"You're not protecting her and you know it. You want to be with her. You want her to fight by your side, cuddle with you, eat with you, talk to you. You know that she's strong enough to fend for herself. Why are you sending her away?"

Barry sharply turned his head. "Because you're my first love! You'll always be! How many people get to say that they grew up with their true love? That their significant other is their best friend who gets them, who understands them, who knows all their secrets? Are you just going to forget about last night? Pretend that it never happened? I'll always remember it Iris."

She stared at him with intensity and emotion in her eyes. "Barry," she whispered, "You really want to be with me? I reject you over and over. Patty is pleading to be with you."

"Because I know that you have feelings for me. I'm not just going to let that go to waste. Please Iris, I love you. Why do you keep turning me down, over and over again?"

Iris looked away. He kept his gaze. She looked down at the floor and breathed out a shaky breath. "I feel like I'm cheating on Eddie if I give myself to you. I feel guilty about last night. I love you so much Barry, it's almost too much for me to handle. But I'm impossibly loyal and I keep wishing that there's a chance that Eddie could be alive and maybe I can be with him again."

Barry cupped her face and turned it towards him. "Iris, you need to let go. Don't trick everyone into thinking you have when you actually haven't. I know what loss feels like, and it can break a person but Iris: don't let it break you, okay?"

She leaned forward and kissed him. Now that they were both sober it felt like a real, genuine kiss. They kept going at it for a solid minute when Iris started to move down to his neck.

"Iris, remember last night? Didn't go very well," Barry warned unconvincingly.

"That wasn't your fault. Besides, I want to give you, I mean us, another shot."

He speeded them both into his bedroom in less than a second. Not long after that, they heard the front door slam shut. They stopped mid-kiss with their eyes wide open, lying on his bed.

"Hey Barry, you here?" Joe shouted from the stairs. Iris got panicked but Barry pressed her into the bed and shushed her. He didn't want Joe to suspect anything with any suspicious noise from his bedroom.

"Yeah I'm here Joe! Don't come in, I'm changing! What's up?" he replied nervously.

"Is someone here? You have two glasses of lemonade on the table."

"No, I was just about to clean those up." Iris just couldn't resist the cute face of panicked Barry and kissed his neck. It took every bone in his body not to moan out loud.

"Anyway, I need to make a quick trip to Star City so I think I'll just stay the night there. I came by to grab my suitcase and to tell you that. I'll see you at the station tomorrow, okay?"

Barry sighed out loud, "Ohhhh, okay. See you tomorrow," he struggled to reply without sounding intimate. After a few seconds they heard the door slam shut and the car start outside. Iris immediately started to strip away her clothes in a careless manner. Continuing to make out, they got almost completely undressed except their underwear.

"Okay let's not jump into it this time. Let's take it real slow," Iris instructed. Barry bit his lip and nodded. His back was against the headboard and she was sitting with her legs folded on his lap. She raised her hand and put it on his chest. She gently dragged it down his abs and into his boxers. The both looked down at it and held their breath. At first she just touched it. Then she started to knead at it and gradually massage it. Barry was almost scared to let out a sound even though it felt really good.

"Does it, um, vibrate too? Like the other parts of you body?" she asked curiously.

He scratched his head, embarrassed. "Yeah but kinda feels weird and flops around so I don't...initiate that very much."

Iris put on her naughty face. "It won't flop everywhere if it's in something." She bent her head down and pulled his underwear off. He was completely exposed. She put it to her lips and sucked.

"Oh oh oh Iris, oh my god," Barry put one hand on her back and one hand behind him, squeezing the sheets. It didn't take long for it to get hard. She went rougher and faster until he started to cum.

"You are really big," she remarked as it became fully erect, cumming all over his stomach and even on her nose. "I mean, how do you hide it?"

He didn't answer that question. Instead, he pulled on a condom that he retrieved inside his bedstand and flipped Iris over. She tasted him, now he wanted to taste her.

Barry pulled down her underpants and she removed her bra. It was her turn to be exposed. He had seen a woman's parts before but never looked at them closely. He also lowered his head but then looked up at Iris. "Ready?" he asked. She nodded her head.

He sucked at her nub for a bit which sent her into moans but then proceed to go lower. Soon he was using his tongue and doing her hole and lips. Iris moaned and groaned with pleasure. Finally she shivered and exclaimed out loud. Liquid poured out of her.

"Let's do it." she murmured. He nodded and positioned himself on top of her. They stared at each other as Barry went in her while she was wet. She opened her mouth to exclaim but it was so overwhelming that nothing came out. He decided to try vibrating. While thrusting, it shook and throbbed which sent her into cries of pain and pleasure.

"Barry, oh my god, this feels so fucking good! Oh Barry keep going! More!"

"Iris, oh my god!"

Hormones pulsed through them both which made Barry start to thrust uncontrollably fast. Iris' back arched up and she screamed. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She kept cursing and cursing which Barry had almost never seen Iris do. Both of them were squeezing the sheets beside them and the bed shook with their movement. They screamed each other's names out loud like they were the most painful and beautiful words they'd ever heard.

As they were at their climax, he could feel warm cum push out of both of them. He started to slow down finally to a stop. They were sweaty and panting much more than the night before. He dropped down next to her and removed the condom. They lay there, breathing hard at the ceiling.

"I can safely say: you're just as physically capable as Eddie."

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Pretty steamy, amirite? This took me a long time to write and a lot of my friends' help. I really want to hear what you guys think. Right after you read this sentence, I want you to click the review box below and put: a) Where you're from, b) Your favorite fandom, c) What's your favorite food, d) Do you ship WestAllen or SnowBarry, and e) What do you want to see in my story? Thank you for reading.