He kept glancing over at her, that worried crease between his brows. Iris kept her gaze averted, hoping to hide the guilt inside. She'd never meant for Barry to worry about her. He didn't deserve the pain.

The ride was stretching into the most uncomfortable silence. She could see Barry growing more tense, knowing that there was a problem but unaware of what and why. She wanted to alleviate that tension. But to do so meant to tell the truth and the truth would hurt far more than anything he was experiencing now.

His fingers were tight along the steering wheel. His posture none too relaxed. If she knew Barry (and of course she knew Barry) then he was obsessing in his mind over what he could've done wrong, when he'd done it and how to fix it. Her poor fiancé would drive himself mad if he kept this up.

Showing mercy, she reached over and rested her hand on his knee for reassurance. Cautiously, Barry glanced down at it. She could feel his muscles loosening up when she gave him a squeeze. No words were spoken but the communication was there.

He relaxed even more when she took his hand upon exiting the vehicle. Their trek to the loft was silent. As Barry opened the door she swallowed nervously, still unsure of what she would tell him. All she knew was that he couldn't know the truth.

Those thoughts were soon forgotten when she noticed the place. Iris felt her heart swell at the flower petals decorating the floor, the candlelight illuminating the room. Her hand left Barry's to clasp over her mouth.

Forget the fastest; her man was the sweetest man alive.

"Oh my god, Barry."

Her eyes were already tearing.

"You did this for me?"

She was taking in the scenery when he turned her back to face him. Iris couldn't help to sniffle at the pure and genuine love she saw in his eyes.

"Of course I did it for you. I just want to make whatever it is right again. I love you Iris. I would do anything for you."

That did her in. She threw her face into him, her arms wrapping around and squeezed her fiancé with all the love she felt. He returned the gesture naturally and she could feel his chin resting on her head as she buried her face in his chest.

And I would do anything to protect you, Barry.

Including keeping her secret. His heart was too precious to be broken. Content with their contact, Iris sighed. After a few minutes, however, Barry was pulling away just enough to look down at her.

"So...are we going to talk?" he prompted.

She'd rather avoid the talking. Hugging was perfectly fine. Her fiance saw her hesitation.

"I think I know what's been bothering you."

She highly doubted that.

"It's Savitar isn't it?"

Just like that, the warm contentment was gone, replaced by a sharp anxiety. Savitar? Why was Barry bringing up Savitar?

"I knew it," he said softly, reading her tension.

His hands began to run up and down her arms in a comforting motion.

"It's in your body language. At the gym. Now. It's weighing on you. But believe me Iris, I will never let him hurt you."

His eyes sought hers. Instead of looking up into them and risking exposure, she studied his chest.

"I know Barry."

Her arms tightened around his waist.

"I trust in you to keep me safe. I meant it when I said I believe in you."

It's myself I don't think I can trust anymore.

"Then talk to me, Iris. Tell me what's going on. I know we can work through it. I know we can fix it. As long as we're together—"

He was too good for this world. Moved by the sheer purity that was her Barry Allen, Iris threw her lips onto his. Emotion ruled her, the intensity of it manifesting in the motion of her tongue. Barry opened immediately, groaning on instinct as she took control of his mouth. With a gentle shove Iris backed him into the couch and Barry allowed it, huffing excitedly as he fell. When his arms moved to pull her down with him, Iris nudged them away before looking him in the eye.

"No Barry. Let me do this."

She felt he deserved it. He'd more than earned it. He was so understanding, so patient, so willing to give her every benefit of the doubt.

"Let you do what?"

She didn't answer, dropping the kiss down his strong neck as her hands began to undo his belt. She felt Barry breathe deep and recognized his arousal.

"Iris—"

"Shh."

He was hot. Figuratively as well as literally. Iris touched the skin just inside his collar, giving him another reason to moan. Pleased with his reaction, she lifted his shirt over his head. Barry licked his lips when their eyes met again and Iris smirked with a naughty promise. His green eyes lit up with heat.

Iris left his face to return to his neck, using her tongue to trace down pale skin, circle his Adam's apple, kiss at the light mole that was barely noticeable unless you got close enough to actually taste it. Her fiancé shifted under her, ready to touch but again she swatted his hands away. This treat was specifically for him. She could wait.

Barry released a hard breath when she kissed down his chest. The muscle was hard, tight and she licked between each pec before settling on a hard pink nipple. That caused a shudder of delight from her lover.

"Nghh."

She continued teasing him, loving the low groans he made at her doing. Rolling her tongue over his abs she paid attention to each dip, kissing each muscle with appreciation.

Iris felt his eyes on her as she took to her knees; her fingers maneuvered the snap of his slacks. Anticipation, desire and yearning had Barry nearly buzzing as he lifted for her to slide them down his thighs. She pulled them further until they were off his body entirely.

When Iris ventured back up she was greeted with the very swollen, rock hard form of her fiancé's manhood. With a seductive glance up at him she took the whole thing in.

"Aghhhh!"

Barry was taken. Served him right for all of the times he'd made her scream. She relaxed her throat to press her lips down to his base before gliding back up to suck. He uttered a pleasured noise on response. Just what she wanted to hear. She decided to go for more. Wetter, deeper, she used her saliva to ease the glide. To soak his tool. She wanted to give Barry something to make up for the turmoil she'd put him through. To let him know that she was dedicated to him and only him.

Using every technique in her arsenal, Iris worked her man to an exceptionally vocal completion. She couldn't help the pride in her heart as he choked out his elation, his hips thrusting his climax into her mouth.

She swallowed every last drop of it.

Barry then pulled her up onto his lap, causing her to straddle him. He kissed her hungrily, not giving a damn about his own taste on her lips. His chest was burning as he held her against him.

"What was that for?" he panted out after coming away for air.

She touched his nose with hers.

"For being so good to me. You're the most amazing fiancé ever."

He smiled lazily, his cheeks a delicious shade of flushed post orgasm.

"I can show you amazing," Barry offered.

His hands slid to her backside. Iris leaned down to his lips once more when suddenly they heard a beep. The meta app. Another one already.

"Damnit."

It wasn't often that Barry swore but when he did it was in the midst of sexual relations or some other passionate task. Iris couldn't help to giggle at his outburst.

"Patience, Speedster," she teased with one last kiss.

"I'll still be here when you get back."

Barry shook his head.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you out of my sight again. You're coming with me this time."

Before she could form the first syllable of protest they were at Star Labs, Barry dressed as if seconds ago his pants hadn't been on the floor. Cisco and Harry were already at the monitors ready to brief him.

"The Water Treatment Plant," Cisco informed him.

Barry was in his suit and off, leaving what remained of his team behind in a gust of wind.

"I see you two made up," Harry noted without glancing back at Iris.

She blinked, briefly confused before remembering that he'd witnessed the fight yesterday.

"Yea, we did."

That was the end of the conversation as Barry was on the comm reporting the meta's power of liquid transmogrification. Iris listened in, not a scientist by any means but willing to contribute wherever needed.

She barely noticed her phone go off in her back pocket.

Could be Dad.

She'd seen a missed call when she'd left the gym. One glance at the screen, however had her heart jump-starting.

It wasn't her dad at all. It was him.

Glancing over at Cisco and Harry she was relieved to see that they paid her no mind. Why she was so cautious made no sense; it wasn't like they knew who was texting her. It could be work, it could be an associate. They weren't her only friends…

Apprehensively, she opened the text. Her entire body flamed at the acknowledgement of her encounter with his past self.

S: You're good to me too ;)