AN: Hey, sorry this one's a bit short- but school's hectic. Next chapter will wrap everything up (if it gets to be too much I'll split it in two and publish both at the same time, promise!) and then I might write an epilogue if you'd like. If you have time, I'd really appreciate it if you participated in my poll (on my profile). I want to write another Flash story, but I'm having trouble deciding which plot. I have one in mind, but I'd have to outline and do lots of research for it- and I just don't have time for that atm. So, in the meantime, I'd like to write one of the four I posted up. Anyway, thanks for reading! x
When Caitlin heard Iris's voice as she felt Barry's lips on her body, she felt a small knocking on the door of her subconscious. When Iris pushed her down to the floor, that knocking turned into pounding. And finally, once she felt Iris's hard palm on the side of her cheek, the door busted open. And there she was, ready and waiting like a rancorous blizzard-Killer Frost.
"That actually hurt."
Her voice was distorted, but it was evident she was surprised.
Iris, however, was unaware of the sudden transformation beneath her. She was feeling the after-effects of completing her 'desire.' The wave of relief from finishing the task was mixed together with the pain and agony of the betrayal she witnessed. It was a strange sensation, like coming off from a high while also being at its peak.
Her legs were around either side of Frost's waist, while her hands covered her weeping face.
Frost was unbothered, her one objective was to cause her as much pain as possible, "Bet this hurts more."
The snow queen gave Iris a cold-hard shove, causing her to fly back to the nearest wall. Iris grunted in pain once her back hit the glass wall. The impact was hard enough to leave a crack on its surface. She wouldn't be alarmed if that caused a few bones to break.
Frost stood up from the floor and ran her hand through her hair nonchalantly.
"So, was I right?" She asked while forming a large icicle on her palm, "Or should we go double or nothing?"
She threw the icicle toward Iris. Once Iris moved for head to the side, it crashed into the wall and broke into smaller pieces. She managed to barely graze Iris's skin, leaving behind a neat fine red line on her cheek.
Frost frowned and made another sharp ice dagger in her hand. She threw it again, but Iris dropped to the floor and it completely missed her.
"Stop moving!" Frost ordered and started walking toward Iris.
There was a rolling chair in her way. Frost glanced at it and walked past it. But then she remembered listening in to the conversation Cisco had with Caitlin. Something about an obscene vision he had involving Caity and the heroic speedster himself. She glanced back at Barry and narrowed her eyes slightly- thinking. She could just kill Iris and be done with it, but that wouldn't be as fun. No, not nearly as fun.
"Maybe I over-reacted," Frost said once she reached Iris.
In turn, Iris lifted her head and stared back at Frost with relief coating her face. Frost held a hand out to her, but once Iris grabbed it, Frost pushed her into the chair and bounded her hands and legs to the chair with ice.
"Barry, please! Do something!" Iris shouted.
Barry was still in his trance, but upon hearing his name, his eyes glazed to the two women. He felt lightheaded, and the world around him seemed foggy. Once his gaze fell on Frost, his vision sharpened and his head started to clear. The feeling was similar to that of drinking alcohol with his super metabolism. In an instant, he was intoxicated and then felt back to normal.
He looked back at Iris and noticed how close Frost was to her, so he used his speed to grab Frost and push her toward the opposite wall. He held her wrists and put them above her head. Barry felt her wrists turn colder with each passing second.
"Caitlin, snap out of it!"
"So impatient," Frost smirked and glanced behind him at Iris, making sure she was watching.
Being so close to Frost confused him. Part of him wanted to kiss her, and the other part wanted to focus on saving Iris. She looked too much like Caitlin. Barry shut his eyes, the ghost of a headache haunting him, "Don't... hurt...Iris."
"Iris?" She scoffed, "She attacked me. If anything you should be more concerned with my wellbeing. Or are you more interested in brunettes?"
Once Frost said that last comment, her eyes turned brown for a moment, causing Barry to loosen his grip on her wrists. That was enough for Frost to flip him so she held him to the wall. A cool mist escaped her hands, lowering Barry's temperature and making it harder for him to move- so he wouldn't escape.
Frost smiled, "You really do have a type."
She feigned a pained expression for a moment, but then clutched the material surrounding his chest and pulled him closer to her so that she was inches from his face, "Don't worry, I'll let you call me Caity."
The moment Barry felt Frost's cool lips on his, he felt a shock throughout his body. He was frozen, metaphorically, but felt the coldness run through his body, and thought he would soon freeze in a more literal sense.
He was fighting a losing battle with his mind, as his senses were confusing him. The woman pinning him down was not Caitlin Snow, and yet it was- and that made his head spin.
"Barry!" He heard Iris call out, her voice sounded strained and Barry wondered how long she'd been yelling.
His hands moved involuntarily to push Frost away from his body, "Caitlin, please…"
His voice was hoarse and shaky, "Stop…"
"That didn't sound very convincing," Frost smirked and glanced back at Iris.
They were too far away from her, and that simply wouldn't do.
She pushed him until he felt a cool metallic counter by the backs of his thighs. She ripped his shirt open, revealing a smooth and defined chest. Frost took a moment to stare, which gave Barry enough time to kick her back, causing her to fall on the ground a few feet away.
He panted, "Snap out of it!"
He wasn't sure if he was just thinking out loud or trying to talk sense into Caitlin.
Frost took a knee and stared back at the underdressed Flash with a clear frown on her face. She was getting heated in more ways than one, and Barry's resistance was proving to be less fun than she had originally hoped for.
Annoyed, she aimed her powers at him, partially freezing him to the counter, "Talk about a cold shoulder."
Okay, bad idea- he thought. The more he resisted the more persistent she became.
He began vibrating his body to thaw himself as Frost started heading his direction again.
If fighting wasn't working, maybe he should try a different method.
By the time Frost made her way to him, he could move freely but still felt a shiver. He flashed her to the other side of the counter and pushing her body into a sitting position on top of its cool surface.
"Come on, Dr. Snow. Is that all you got?" He asked, trying to coax Caitlin out.
He grabbed the side of Frost's face and pulled her to him. As they kissed, he started vibrating against her- heating her up in the process. She felt her body absorb the added heat, but with each kiss, Frost was having a harder time remembering why they were there in the first place.
Barry kissed down her neck and noticed that her hair was changing slowly back to its natural auburn locks. He glanced back at Iris and felt a rush of guilt as he noted the tears running down her face. Though the more Caitlin seemed to gain control, the harder it was for Barry to keep it.
He stopped vibrating when he felt the warmth of Caitlin's body on the tips of his fingers. Barry pulled back and saw brown eyes meet his green ones.
He smiled back, glad it was all over.
They both stared at one another as they gasped for air, taking in the visible parts of skin they hardly got the chance to notice before.
Barry took note of the way Caitlin's chest heaved up and down, two molds rising and falling in rhythm. He looked at her bruised lips as all the blood flushed to her mouth and cheeks. When he looked to her eyes once more, he lost all hope of control.
This is it. There's no turning back now.
He pulled her to him once more and when their lips connected the world stopped existing. It was only them. All that mattered was his lips on hers, the way her smooth body felt on his chest, the smell of her hair. This is what he wanted- what he needed. To hell with everything else. To hell with everyone else.
With Iris completely forgotten, Barry's mind only held one thought: Caitlin Snow.
His latent desires were kicked in hyperdrive and he felt the need to be with her stronger than ever before. He was drowning underneath a frozen lake, filling all of his senses with everything that was Caitlin. What a lovely way to go.
Caitlin, meanwhile, was affected by the concentrated dosage of Desire's powers and the only thing on her mind was how fast was the fastest man alive, really. But more importantly, she was drawn to his undying heat. He was a ball of fire that she wanted to scorch her to dust. Each kiss was electric. Each touch- magnetic. Their atoms were drawn to each other in an impossible measure. Nothing and no one could get in between them.
Barry's hands captured Caitlin by the waist and he pulled her off the counter, flashing them the opposite glass wall. He used his speed to remove her jeans and held her to the wall- his crotch firmly holding hers as their tongues danced in each other's mouths.
He groaned into her as the friction of his pants on her sent shivers down his spine. Caitlin found herself quite welcoming of the friction.
They were both so preoccupied with each other, they didn't notice Iris's screams. Cisco Ramon, however, heard them the moment he stepped out of the elevator. He gripped his latest invention in his hands and rushed to the MedBay, already knowing what he would find.
