Iris found Barry right where she'd left him, fast asleep in their bed. A peg of guilt needled her for what had taken place in the parking garage but it was quickly overshadowed by the desperate desire Savitar had strummed within her. She could still feel his fingers digging into her thighs as he'd hoisted her up. She could still feel his hardness...

Iris found herself stifling a moan at the memory. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair but she couldn't help it. She wanted what he did to her body. She needed what he did to her body.

He IS Barry, she told herself as she sank down into bed beside her fiance.

Anything he can do, Barry can do.

She scooted against her sleeping speedster, pressed her back against him. She wasn't surprised when he wrapped an arm around her, bringing her closer. He always liked to hold her in his sleep.

"Hmmm," Barry murmured.

That did surprise her. Was he awake?

"Barry?"

He answered with a sleepy "mmm?"

The wetness between her legs reminded her of the garage. Iris closed her eyes, her conscience warring with her hormones.

"I...I love you."

She could feel his smile as he replied.

"I love you too."

Then he was cuddling her even closer. The warmth of his bare chest pressed at her back as he spooned her from behind. Barry was sleeping in the boxers she'd gotten him for his birthday. No pjs as a barrier. Iris could feel the thin material that separated them against the back of her thighs.

Oh god I need...

She was throbbing below. Swollen and wet and actually throbbing to be taken. Savitar's rough kiss clung to her lips; she still tasted him and the possession he'd exerted with that lethal tongue play. Dominating her. Owning her. Claiming her in a primal manner.

Barry could kiss her like that.

But how wrong would it be to initiate with Barry when Savitar was the one who'd gotten her so...

"...I was once him..." Savitar's words when he'd pinned her to her car hood at the Wentcorp building.

"...that thing you and Barry did last weekend--I remember every detail!"

She remembered his hand as it had slid under her clothes, touched her intimate area before she'd stopped him. That hand--Barry's hand in her panties ready to make her feel as good as he had that first shocking night.

Before she could think it through, Iris captured her fiance's hand in hers and lowered it between her legs. Barry was still half asleep but she didn't care. She needed him and she needed him now.

"Barry..."

Her hips began to wiggle back against him. She heard Barry groan but he still sounded groggy. Iris lowered his hand to actually touch her wetness and couldn't help her whine of desperation as she arched. Behind her, Barry was beginning to harden.

"I-Iris?"

He was waking up. Good.

"What--uughhh," he breathed against her neck as his body responded.

She turned her head the farthest it could go to peek back at him.

"Barry," she whined again, not a stitch of pride to slow her begging.

She felt him shudder excitedly at his name.

"Iris," he breathed back, the sleep in his voice replaced by arousal.

Then Barry took over and their clothes were flying across the room. His lips were on her neck, his hand between her folds stroking tenderly. Iris was so close she gasped and her sudden climax shocked both her and her speedster.

Savitar's dark glare flooded her mind as she spasmed, that look he'd given her downstairs before he'd pinned her to the wall. She rode it as her body completed, lost in those possessive green eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Barry whispered, his voice husky and deep.

He was a rock behind her now, hard and ready. She could feel his precum leaking against her bare cheeks as he suckled on her neck. Iris's eyes fluttered at the contact. There were times when Barry made love to her slow and sweet and tender. Then there were times when it was urgent and instinctive. Judging by her fiance's enthusiasm at the moment, tonight would be the latter. Which was exactly what she needed.

Iris moaned loudly as he took her from behind and the lovefest began. Neither held back their cries of pleasure, the clapping of their bare skin just as loud. Iris pressed back into his thrusts excitedly as he hit just the right spots inside her. Barry knew her body very well.

Her second climax rivaled the first and Iris threw her head against him. He actually cursed this time, squeezing her tight but being a speedster he had wicked stamina. He could go all night, even after cumming he could recover quickly.

"BARRY!!!"

Savitar had her pinned, his weight holding her in place.

"...seee you!"

Suddenly Iris found herself on her back, her fiance on top of her as she'd requested. His eyes were a green blaze of lust and love and passion. Iris stared into them and suddenly wanted more.

"...harder..."

Always the perfect lover, her fiance obliged. It felt good, mind blowingly good but she still needed more.

"...Barry...harder..."

He grunted heatedly as he again obliged her request. Iris cried out at his effort. This was harder than they'd gone before. But still not hard enough.

She started to beg for more when he dropped his face to her chest. Worshipping her breasts, suckling and eagerly leaving his mark.

"God Iris..." he panted, switching between the two.

"Iris...mmm!"

Flashbacks of that fateful night. Of the rough thrusts that had rendered her dumb. Iris gasped as the two experiences muddled in her mind.

"Barry harder!" she pleaded.

She needed it more intense, more desperate. More (Savitar) primal. Barry was losing himself as he began to vibrate. He cursed out loud and still she needed more.

"Harder!" she screamed and when he complied, Barry's vibration intensified.

Iris threw her arms around him, squeezing tight as she took it all in to her core. Barry responded by reciprocating the squeeze before he broke altogether.

That last groan, the way his voice cracked when he came sent Iris over the edge and she was twitching around him in completion. He was still vibrating, drawing out her orgasm until she was dough beneath him. She was exhausted as he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and breathing hard into her chest. Like that night, Iris cupped his face in her hands.

She nearly expected to feel a scar.

But it wasn't him, it was her Barry, so much like yet so unlike the scarred speedster from the future. But weren't they both her Barry, she thought in her post-coital euphoria. Weren't they one and the same?

Barry was staring at her adoringly and she couldn't help but to graze her thumb down his unscarred cheek. His head tilted into it, his eyes glittering with love. When his lips curved into a smile Iris smiled back.

"I love you so much," he whispered, nestling into her.

She continued to stroke his smooth cheek.

"I love you too, Barry. All of you. Never forget that."

A tinge of guilt hit her at that last comment, knowing that it wasn't just for the man above her now.

0_0

Savitar clutched his head, grunting out loud at his discomfort. More memories were being rewritten. This time involving Iris. Involving tonight. Not long after he'd left her she'd gone upstairs to Barry. He remembered waking up to her ready and needy for him. It had been exciting. Spontaneous. And like no other time before.

That hadn't been included in his previous memories. Which meant one thing. Like that fool of his past self, Savitar had accidentally changed something in the timeline. Of course he knew what it was that had changed. Unlike Barry, he wasn't an idiot. It was his visit with Iris, their steamy encounter in the parking garage. Apparently he'd left her in an extremely aroused state. She'd needed Barry to help her deal.

The thought brought a sly grin to his face and he reveled in the effect he still had on her. Iris's body would always belong to him. As would her heart. He tried not to think about the latter, hearts and love were of no concern to a speed god. Just useless emotions that brought pain. Gods did not feel pain.

But Barry Allen did.

The abrasion of a new memory confirmed that. Savitar fell back this time, the blow harsher than the previous. Well that was a big change. And just the change he needed.

"Frost!" he called to his recruit from the other room.

She showed up in the doorway, eyes narrowed in annoyance. She'd lost faith in him after his moment of weakness. She'd soon learn never to underestimate him.

"You rang?"

He ignored her attitude in the face of his new plan.

"I need you to gather a few of your friends. You're going to pay Star Labs a visit."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Friends?"

He smirked wickedly.

"Meta friends. The kind that can create a decent diversion. Keep Team Flash occupied for an hour or so."

Killer Frost folded her arms, interested.

"What've you got in mind?"

He owed her no explanation, but it was fun to give one anyway.

"I'm going to destroy that so-called saint Barry. And fast-forward the birth of Savitar."

0_0

It was bright and early when Barry woke, a feeling of contentment in his every cell. Iris was still asleep beside him, her body just as naked as it had been before he'd drifted off. They'd made the most amazing love last night, first after dinner then later when Iris had woke him up. She'd pushed him in a way she never had before. He had to admit he'd never quite let himself go like that. Didn't really know he'd had it in him. But now he did and it had been exhilarating.

Barry leaned over and kissed his fiance's lips, half parted in deep slumber. Iris was still out for the count. All at his doing. He couldn't help the swell of pride that gave him.

I should make breakfast.

She deserved breakfast in bed after last night. He tore himself away from the love of his life and made his way into the kitchen. After deciding on pancakes he went to work, singing to himself happily as he did so. By the time he was finished, Iris was still asleep. For a moment he watched her, tray full of food in his hand, admiring her with a lazy smile.

He hated to have to disturb her rest. Maybe he should call in another sick day at the paper? Barry was considering the thought when he noticed the dark marks on her breasts. Wow, he'd gotten very carried away last night. There were so many. He'd never left that many.

He set the tray down, leaning closer at his handiwork. Hmm, some were pretty discolored, fading even. Well they had been busy the past few days. He just hadn't noticed. The lights were usually out or...well when he'd had her bent over the kitchen table the other day it wasn't quite the right angle. The memory of it now was turning him on. Maybe he should wake her for an encore...

It was at that moment Iris's phone rang. Sighing, Barry went to answer. It was something they did all the time, having no secrets between them. No Barry had never asked for her passcode but if either of their phones rang the other easily answered. He glanced at the screen to find "S."

"Hello?"

Probably a source for one of her stories.

The line was silent.

"Sorry, this is Barry, Iris's hus--fiance. I'll wake her up now."

He hoped he hadn't spooked her source. Barry sat at Iris's side and gently shook her.

"Iris, honey it's one of your sources."

She didn't want to move, he could tell by the frown on her lovely lips. It was so cute he wanted to kiss her. So he did. That woke her and Iris moaned.

"Phone," Barry nudged it closer when her sleepy eyes opened.

He couldn't help his smile at her pouting lips. Iris hated to be woken up. She cleared her throat before taking the phone.

"Hello?"

Barry began combing his fingers through her hair when he noticed her go rigid. Something was wrong. Iris immediately shot up.

"T-that's fine. Um, yes those records you sent me were helpful."

She was stiff as a board, her body language screaming discomfort.

"Is everything okay?" he whispered, on alert at her behavior.

Iris's eyes were briefly wide.

"Yea, it's just this big story. I can't talk about it."

She was lying. He knew it and she knew he knew it.

"Confidential source. I'd better take this in the other room."

She rose, forgetting to gather the sheet around her and started to leave. Barry sensed her panic and shot before her.

Whoever was on the other line had her spooked. And the bastard was still talking. Feeling protective, Barry snatched the phone.

"Who is this?!"

The line went dead.

"Hello? Hello?!"

Iris tried to snatch it back but he was taller and therefore could hold it out of her reach.

"Barry please just--"

He tried to redial the number but her screen had locked once the call ended.

"Who was that? Were they threatening you?" he needed to know.

He needed to keep her safe. Iris was stuttering, which she never did.

"N-no of course not. It was work. I told you I'm working on a story."

Why were her hands shaking?

"Iris?"

Why couldn't she look at him?

"Iris, what's going on?"

She was hiding something, her demeanor said it all. He'd known Iris most of her life, been in love with her since he was a kid. He knew her moods. He knew her mannerisms. He knew her.

"Hey."

When she tried to turn away from him, Barry took her shoulders.

Whatever it was she was hiding, he would deal with it. They would deal with it together. But she needed to trust him enough to confide.

"What aren't you telling me?"

She usually did trust him. Even before they'd become lovers they'd been best friends.

Iris shook her head, still not meeting his gaze.

"I just..."

He touched her chin, turned it so that she had to face him. What he found only troubled him more.

Guilt.

"Iris--" the beeping of his meta alert went off and Barry cursed the inopportune timing.

He was in the middle of something deeply important. He considered staying with his love, getting her to open up like he'd done a few days ago. But the city needed him. He couldn't let it down.

"I'll be back," he promised, his hands still on her shoulders.

"And we're going to talk about this, okay?"

Iris nodded silently. Barry leaned in to kiss her then and held her just a little longer than he should. He felt her sigh into his chest, her arms wrapping around him too.

"I love you, Barry Allen. Maybe...maybe I love you too much."

He didn't want to let go. He didn't want to leave.

"You still couldn't love me half as much as I love you," he assured her and with a final kiss he took off.