Iris looked back at Barry when she walked over the threshold to their hotel room as if she couldn't believe her eyes. The couple's suite that she was expecting to walk in on, was actually a single—yet sizable—room, set ablaze by what was probably dozens of candles positioned around its perimeter.
In the center of the room was one queen-sized bed, draped in a lavender comforter, with black and purple accent pillows. A vase of stunning, blue long-stemmed irises decorated her bedside table and the setup for an in-room massage for one, occupied the most Eastern corner.
"Barr, what. What is this?" Iris asked, face showing intemperate joy, wrapped up in slight befuddlement.
"Well," Barry said, a gentle hand on her back, as he walked them further into the room, "I know you're probably tired of being up under Joe and Cecile, and figured you might some space of your own for the weekend."
"Well, yeah," Iris laughed. As much as she appreciated her father giving her a place to stay, she had long outgrown the West home. And she'd had it up to here with her dad and Cecile's uncensored PDA. Not to mention her father's prying. "But what about you? Our romantic getaway?"
"I know we have an honesty pact, but I just told you that so you'd agree to come."
"Barr."
"An I know you want to take care of yourself, which I respect that, but I also know money is tight for you right now."
"That it is," Iris agreed. The money she made from Jitters was mostly going into her savings and towards her percentage of her attorney's fees that her father wasn't paying.
"And you deserve some time to just be with your own thoughts, in a place that no one can intrude on," he said, in reference to Scott, and his decision to barge in on her other room.
The connection wasn't lost on Iris, at all, and prompted tears to rise to the surface of her eyes. She tried to express how much this meant to her, but forming coherent sentences was a lost cause, as her words got caught up in the back of her throat. Hand over mouth, she whirled around to face Barry, and laid her head into his chest, as the tears escaped with a fury.
Barry immediately drew his arm around her and pulled her into an embrace, which somehow, only intensified her sobs.
"Hey, hey," he said, gently. "Don't cry."
"How could I not? You're so good to me, Barry." Her words came out jumbled against his chest.
"I definitely try to be, but it's because you've impacted my life on a scale so grand. A weekend getaway is but a speck of the gratitude I owe you," he said thumbing away her tears.
"Please," Iris derided. "I'm the woman who threw away a lifelong friendship for four years," she said, regrettably. "I'm the person who-"
"Is way too fucking hard on herself. Yeah, you distanced yourself from me for your own personal reasons, and, yeah, it hurt-just ask Cisco; he had to deal with me sulking like a sad puppy dog." There was a hint of a chuckle in his voice, but she knew that it was only to hide the pain he felt.
"Oh, Barry," Iris said, eyes fixed on him. She grazed his cheek with the back of her hand. "I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. Really. You're here...now. I have you..,now. We have right now, and the rest of our lives to be best friends, to be family, to be lovers. To me, that is everything."
"That does sound nice," Iris had to admit. A lifetime with Barry sounded better than nice, actually. It sounded like the only possible future that was worth living.
"Good. So please let me do something nice for you. It's only a weekend, okay?"
Iris bit her trembling lip, looking back over the room. A second once-over allowed her to catch the gift-wrapped diary, fresh silk robe, and box of chocolates she'd missed the first go round. He heart swelled even more. He'd put so much thought into putting this together for her, it would be the ultimate slap in the face to turn it down. Not to mention, it would be nice to have a weekend to herself so she could clear her head, and go over her strategy to take down Scott in court.
"Soo," he pushed gently. "What do you say?"
"You know what," Iris exhaled, "I will stay here for the weekend, Barry, thank you."
Barry smiled. "Good."
"But first," she said, reaching out to him. Though confused, he took her hand, and slowly followed her path towards the recliner in the corner. Once there, she motioned for him to take a seat. Reluctantly, he did as she asked, allowing his weight to drop into the plush cushion.
Iris followed, taking a seat into his lap. She wrapped on hand around his neck, then leaned forward, and pecked his lips "...first, you need to let me show you how much I appreciate you," she continued, reaching down between them to palm his package.
Barry narrowed his gaze, eyes which had already been impacted by lust. "Iris," he crooned, voice slightly lower than before, as if he was trying to hold onto his self-control. "I'm flattered. And God, I want this more than you know, but you don't have to do this.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. You've gotten to have all of the fun the last few weeks. It's my turn to explore."
A wry smile traveled across his face. "But," he said, clearing his throat until it was finally leveled again, "I thought you didn't want to rush into sex."
"What I have in mind isn't sex. Not exactly," Iris said, as she pivoted so that she was facing away from him. Slowly she stood from his lap so that her ass was propped in front of his face. With an unhurried shimmy, she pulled her dress, which had crept up her thighs, down to its original place.
A sharp turn later, and she was down on her knees in front of him, parked directly in between his legs. She smirked to herself when she looked up to see his hands, still lingering in the air where her ass at been, his mouth salivating wildly.
"Later, Barr," Iris said licking her lips, as she slinked her hand up his leg, and towards his zipper.
Her eyes lit up when she felt the hefty bulge that lied underneath. Slowly, she undid his zipper and freed his manhood from his boxers. His cock already stood half at attention, and she could barely contain her excitement at the prospect of hardening him further.
"God, I've been wanting to do this for a long time," she said, as she reached out to grab him in her hand.
"Oh really?" he asked, voice even deeper than before.
"On one condition."
"And what's that?" He answered eagerly.
"You have to tell me exactly what you want," she said with a pop of her cherry-coated lips. "Can you do that for me, babe?" She asked, seduction thick in her voice.
He nodded, eyes fixed on her beautiful face.
"Nuh-uh. With your words," she said, lowering her head so she was eye level with his glorious manhood, "Tell me exactly how you want me to suck you, how to make you cum, Barry, and I'll do it."
There was a contemplating grin resting on his face, which contorted slightly as she pumped his cock in her right hand. It caused a smile to break out on her own face.
If she knew this man as she thought, he was entering that carnal, self-assured territory of his personality that time and pain had nursed to the surface in the time she'd been away.
It was that part of him that allowed him to kiss her in her father's bathroom on her whim, corner her in the kitchen in the middle of the night and demand she stops bullshitting him about her admission of love and the one who didn't hesitate to confront her about her feelings. It was part of him that drove her just as wild with desire, as it grated on her nerves.
The part of him that made her want to open her body up to him and tell him to shut the fuck up all in the same breath. The very same part that, as of late, had been dampened due to all of the emotional drama between them, and one that she was hoping she could bring out tonight, because God, she missed it so much.
Unhappy with his lack of verbal response, Iris removed her hand from that beautiful bulge in between his legs.
"No," Barry said, grabbing her hand, fully cognizant that the chance of one of his greatest fantasies was slipping out of his grasp. With a direct, focused gaze, he guided her hand back towards his manhood with an accompanying, "Suck me off.""
"Ooh, someone's eager," Iris goaded him, looking up at him with a contented smile. "Anything for you."
For all of Iris's experience, no prior acts could prepare her for what was to come next. Slowly, she lowered her head, and placed a kiss at the tip of his cock, making Barry release a sharp, hissing breath. Though she'd come in contact with his arousal plenty of times over the past few weeks, this was their first, official proper introduction, one Iris wanted to draw out as long as possible.
A gruff, "I said suck," on Barry's end, which ushered him leaning forwards to gather her long hair into his hands, brought her back, and promoted a self-satisfied smirk to journey across her face. "Now, open your mouth," he continued, clearly growing more and more comfortable with ordering her around. The tone in which he spoke to her sent a jolt of pleasure down her core, but she had no time to ponder on her own pleasure.
Barry took no time pushing himself into Iris' mouth, which she accepted eagerly. Inch by inch, he invaded her oral cavity, pushing the limits of much of him she could accept. Halfway in, a garbled groan escaped from his lips, followed by a lust- coated "look at me."
His eyes were fixed on her face as she bobbed her head up and down, forth ways and sideways, stimulating every single glorious inch of him, as much as he could, as he struggled to maintain eye contact with her. Up and down, down and up, she sucked him, loving the way he lengthened and expanded in her mouth, loving the saltiness of his pre-cum which was mixing with her saliva, and absolutely delighting in the way he cursed underneath his breath, as he bit back the urge to cry out at full volume.
As tantalizing the former was, it was when he gave way, throwing his head back, that she finally felt like her hard work was paying off. The grip he had on the back of her head, though didn't ease at all. In fact, the closer she worked him towards orgasm, the tighter it got.
"Barr," she eventually warned, allowing him to slip from her lips. "Careful."
"Ohh, I'm sorry," he said, his spirit returning back into his body earth. He quickly released her hair and followed it up with a careful, thoughtful hand over the back of her head. "I'm so sorry.
"Don't be," Iris crooned in return, before rising from her spot on the floor.
Barry didn't protest, but the look on his face said that he was hoping that this wasn't the end of the night. And it wasn't by a long shot. When Iris reached out to him, this time, there was no hesitation as he took her hand in his and stood.
He would have followed her to the end of the earth if it meant that she would finish the job she'd started. "Where are we going?"
"To the shower. I have a feeling things are about to get a little messy," she said with a wink.
Break
"I'll see you Monday," Barry said, as he stood at Iris's hotel door, as she slinked his arms across his body.
"You really don't have to leave," Iris said, nearly begging him to stay with her. "I had a wonderful time last night."
"I know, I'm still deaf in one ear," he teased, before pressing his mouth into hers
Iris dodged his kiss and hit him playfully in the chest. "I was not that loud!"
"Sure you weren't," he said with a smirk.
"In my defense, I didn't know your tongue could vibrate too," she responded, trailing her hands down his chest."
"Yeah, well there are still a few things about me you don't know."
"I can't wait to find them out," Iris said, looping her arms back around his waist.
"And we have plenty of time to find them out," he said. "I really want you to have today and tomorrow to yourself, okay."
"If you insist," Iris whined.
"Besides, there's no guarantee I'll be able to control myself after what you did in that shower last night. And if you don't want to go all the way yet, then...
"Yeah. Go," Iris said, coming to her senses. "Before we go too far," though she knew they'd crossed that line long, long ago.
"I thought you'd see it my way," Barry said, pleased. "I'll be back first thing Monday morning when you check out and remember I'm just a phone call away if you need me."
A hopeful glint sparkled in Iris's eye. "So I can-"
"No, repeating last night doesn't fall under the category of needing me," Barry said with a laugh.
Iris sighed. "What about telling you how much I love, adore and cherish you? How much I appreciate how you put my needs first? How grateful I am for you, your friendship, your affection?" Iris asked fluttering her eyelashes, dotingly.
Barry thought for a moment, head titled slightly. "How about you ext me?" He finally said.
Iris's face dropped. "Okay, go on, get out of here before I slap you," Iris said, pushing him towards the door, nearly unable to contain her laughter.
"Wait," he said, holding onto the door frame.
"What, Barr?"
"All jokes aside, I love you, Iris."
Iris smiled, hand to heart. "Not nearly as much as I love you, Barr."
Break
Scott Evans sat in his office desk chair, squeezing a stress ball in one hand, as he scrolled down Iris's Twitter feed on his laptop.
Though she'd blocked him from contacting her on her personal phone or through her email, she'd obviously forgotten to block him on there as well.
He even still had her notifications on, though she hadn't Tweeted in nearly a year, even before she'd left him and filed for divorce, and turned his world upside down.
He still couldn't believe how ungrateful she was, for all that he'd done for her.
He exhaled, squeezing the ball even tighter when, for the fifth time in an hour, an unknown number caused his cell phone to vibrate.
As a big-time editor, he was always dodging amateurs who didn't know better than to cold call him, but most got the message after he didn't answer the first couple of times.
This must have been someone else, someone who's number he'd potentially misplaced. Not wanting to miss a potential connection, he picked up the phone.
"Scott Evans, managing editor of The Keystone Times," He answered, contempt barely concealed in his tone. "Patty Spivot? Oh right, Barry Allens' wife?" he replied only slightly less annoyed. "How can I help you?"