Iris had been resting idly in her bed, drifting between that comfortable line where she was alert, but still tired enough that she could easily fall back asleep if she wanted. The sound of faint knocking at her door threatened to drag her clean over the line from unconscious to conscious, though, causing her to groan.

She'd had the most peaceful weekend, thanks to Barry. And she wasn't looking forward to returning to the real world quite yet. This next week would bring more long hours at her job, and another meeting with her lawyer, where they would go over their plan to win her case, and she wasn't ready to face any of that yet.

When the knocking ceased, she smiled. It was only 7:30, which meant that she still had around four or so hours until checkout, and she was going to savor every single minute of it. Just as she snuggled back down into her cool, plush comforter, the knocking picked back up, this time accompanied by a very loud, intrusive, "Room service!"

The voice was muffled, but she could make out that it was a man, who seemed way too delighted with himself. Iris sighed, then climbed out of bed. She searched the room for the silk robe Barry had left her to cover her scantily clad nightgown, then trudged towards the unwanted visitor.

"I didn't order room service," Iris said, voice coated in slight aggression, as she pulled the door open. Her scowl was soon replaced by a wide smile and adoring eyes. "Barr!" she yelled, nearly jumping into his arms, suddenly not too concerned with getting back to sleep anymore. "I thought you weren't coming until later."

"Yeah well, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all weekend. And I physically couldn't wait five more hours to see this beautiful face," he said, as he stroked her chin. "You sure do know how to leave an impression on a man.

He tugged at her robe. When it gave way to what she was wearing underneath, an amorous smirk followed. "You have no idea how much I missed this body," he said, eyes traveling down the peaks of her breasts, just as intently as that first night Joe's kitchen which felt ages ago, but this time, she had no desire to cover herself. Instead, she eagerly welcomed his eyes on her body, just as much as she did his proximity.

"Then you should have come back," she said, with a slight whine that being in his presence usually brought out of her. "Cause, even though I have reveled in the peace and isolation, having you here would have made it better."

"Me? Or my tongue?" Barry asked, brow raised, as memories of his time with his face parked between her thick brown thighs, flooded his brain. Not that the memories had ever actually left. After the night they shared, it had taken everything in him to actually honor his decision to give Iris alone time.

"Both," Iris replied without a second thought, as she leaned up to meet his mouth, smiling as they kissed their way through a proper greeting. The next moment, one that whipped by faster than her brain could register, Barry had closed the door and had her wedged between it, and him. Their mouths met again, but only briefly, as Iris pulled his body as close and possible and buried her head into him, peppering needy kisses across his cheeks, and the side of his neck. Down his chest, and back up again, until she felt them moving towards her bed.

"Well," he said, finally at the bed, "as he stripped away her nightgown in one fell swoop, leaving only her panties."You have both of us here. And we do have a few hours before it's time for you to check out." He leaned back down to her, trailing sloppy kisses down her neck, past her chest, over her pert nipples. Hands at the base of her breasts, he pushed the mounds together, licking and sucking the sensitive nubs, as she writhed softly underneath him.

"God," Iris breathed, heavily, when he finally came up for air sometime later. "I don't think I can handle a few hours of you, Barr.

Barry paused, perching one hand above her, and she delighted in the fact that she had nowhere to run. "But that doesn't mean I'm not up for the challenge," she said, pulling him back down onto her. "I need you."

"I thought you'd see it that way," he said, with a throaty moan, as she attacked his neck once more.

"And I mean all of you," she said, emphasizing her point by grabbing a handful of his ample cock.

Inside, Barry was buzzing with excitement, but "What? You're ready?" Is what came out, shock completely overshadowing any other emotion. Barry had been hoping to have a morning reminiscent of their night in the shower, in which there wasn't an inch of skin on each other's bodies, the other's mouth hadn't savored. But sex?

"Yes, I'm ready...aren't you? She asked, less sure of herself now.

"I've been ready for you for years," he assured her, reaching up to trail a gentle hand down the right side of her face. It caused her to smile, and he was sure that she'd never looked as beautiful as she looked at this very moment. "I just. I thought you wanted to wait."

"I did. I do. I mean I did."

"So, what's changed?"

"Me. You. Mostly me."

Barry smiled brightly, shaking his head. "I'm becoming well-versed in Iris-speak again, but I'm still going to need you to translate."

Iris huffed fondly. "I know I've been difficult."

"Yeah."

"And untrusting."

"Mhmm,"

"And just...hard to read,"

"Tell me about it," he said, blowing air through his lips.

Iris playfully hit him in the chest. "Do you want me to continue or not?"

He nodded. "Yes. Please."

Reaching up to grab his face in her hands, sure to look him directly into his green eyes, she continued, "It took me longer than it should have to accept it, to act on it, or to allow myself to fully entertain the idea, but..I am completely… hopelessly in love with you, Barry Allen. And I know that the circumstances aren't ideal, but a piece of paper couldn't make me anymore yours than I am right now. And all I want to do right now is physically show you how deeply I mean these words."

The words caused his eyes to gloss over, as a resigned smile spread out over his face. "That's all I've ever wanted to hear from you," he said, a hint of a whimper in every word.

"Oh, that I'm ready to give you some of this?" She teased, tracing her curves with her hand.

"No, that you're mine. Because God knows I'm yours, Iris. Wholly and completely. But yes, that too," he said, smiling wildly. "I want it...all. And then some."

"And I want you to have it all. I-"

Barry cut her off with a kiss. Soon, they were rolling back and forth across the bed, hands roaming wildly over each other's bodies. It was a sweet, gentle exploration as if both knew that there was absolutely no reason to rush. Seconds, minutes, maybe even an hour passed before their eyes met again.

Both were now fully naked, but the only thing Iris could focus on was Barry's pink, swollen lips, which just looked so damn lickable. She couldn't help but pull him back down for one more peck. "I love you so much" she said finally, breaking the sea of smooching and panting that had filled the room.

"I love you too," he said, lovingly into her eyes.

"Now, are you ready to make love to me?" She asked, sitting up, guiding his body back down on the bed, in the place she previously lay.

"More ready than I'll ever be."

"Wait. Do you uh, have?"

"I do now," he said, not missing a beat.

"Jesus. Did you even ring those up?" Iris said as she crawled on top of her freshly sheathed speedster. Barry laughed. "No, but I paid double."
His hand immediately went to her svelte waist, rubbing up and down, as she eased herself over him.

She pressed her hands into his chest, and let her head fall back, perpendicular with her shoulders. Barry aided her, pushing himself deeper inside of her, struggling to decide whether to watch her body encapsulate him, or to watch the ecstasy spread out over her face.

He caught the moment her mouth dropped open, pausing, as she struggled to adjust to him being fully inside of her, and figured her face was the better option.

"God, that's amazing," Iris moaned, as she took him all of him, her voice catching on every single syllable.

Barry's own breath caught. Having Iris pinned against the shower, her legs, resting over his shoulders, or his cock deep down her throat were definitely milestones worth celebrating, but having her ride him while doing everything she could to not come undone was new territory.

He couldn't formulate any words except, low, guttural "fucks," as they fought to find a rhythm that worked for them both."

Soon her slow, steady motions were replaced by frantic riding, soundtracked by her lusty moans as her body adjusted to his intrusion.

"Oh, God, Oh God, Oh, God," Iris belted, every time their bodies met.

"You okay, Iris?" Barry managed, though his voice was strained.

"Yes. I just...God, I need more," she breathed. "Please baby, I need more."

He smiled, thrusting upwards into her, fucking her until her legs buckled, and it was only his strength keeping her steady on top of him, until she cried out, not just from the pleasure, but from her body's decision to give out on her.

"No, don't stop," she shook her head, unremitting when she caught his concerned gaze. "I Just flip me over. I can take it."

And take it she did, for the next hour and a half, until an orgasm so powerful ripped through her, her only option was to scream out in pleasure as her body quaked from head to toe. "Barry! Barry! Barry!" She cried out, digging claw marks into her bed sheets. "God, Barry"

Even in the midst of his own pleasure, he tried to bring her back down, for they were dangerously close to disturbing the entire floor, but it was no use. She was completely gone, in the best possible way. Only ceasing would quiet her, but he didn't have the willpower to stop, and not just because he was in the middle of realizing his greatest fantasy, as she marveled at the arch in her back, and the fullness of her ass. He knew how badly how much she needed this, to release this pent up pleasure, pain, grief, longing and love, how their love making was the only thing that could soothe in this moment.

"Let it out," he groaned, slamming into her, each time with more force, her moans encouraging him to fuck her harder and harder.
"Barry," she yelled out. "More. God! Yes…yes…" she screamed until her voice gave out. "More..."

Break

"Oooh, somebody's been having sex!" Linda Park, CCPN's senior sports editor screeched at a beaming Iris West, as she sashayed into her private office at CCPN. It was less accusatory than it was congratulatory, though Iris still wished her friend wasn't so damn loud.

Iris quickly closed the woman's door, hoping that none of her former co-workers had heard. "Um, can you hush? And no, I did not have not been having sex Iris lied, as she approached Linda.

Leave it to her to broadcast her and Barry's activities to the entire office. Activities which were 100 percent the reason she was in a good mood, besides experiencing the first relaxing bit of isolation she'd had in nearly two months.

Not that she could tell Linda that either.

This thing between her and Barry was incredibly new and delicate. They had more than enough obstacles against them already. Letting other people in on their relationship had, so far, not been something they'd talked about yet.

"Sorry hun," Linda said, voice slightly hushed. "But you're glowing. Not to mention, I haven't seen this much pep in your step in...God, I don't even remember the last time."

"So I can't just be happy to be alive? To be getting on my feet? To be in the presence of my beautiful, thoughtful, albeit nosy friend?" Iris asked as she took a seat across from the other woman.

Linda thought for a moment. "You can. But."

"Oh great. A but," Iris smirked, arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it."

"Linda, I didn't know you asked me here to talk about my love life," Iris said, face turned down in a frown. "Not that I have one," she continued, just as her phone dinged. "Hold on."

It was Barry, of course. Besides her father, and Linda occasionally, he was the only person she texted regularly. And oddly, Iris didn't mind it, as Barry filled multiple roles in her life. Best friend, confidant. And now...lover. She pulled up their message thread, then pressed her hand to her heart, laughing softly as she typed her response. When she looked up, Linda was smirking wildly.

"What?"

"You can't even stop smiling, oh my god."

Iris fixed her face, then sat her phone down. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said stoically.

"Fine. Don't tell me, but I know that demeanor. Some lucky man knocked every last cobweb off of you, and based on what you've told me about your divorce, it's wasn't Scott."

"Oh, God no." Iris rolled her eyes, his name bringing her back to her complicated reality. "And please, don't say his name. I don't want anyone to hear, and ask me about him."

Linda chortled. "Newsflash, Iris. He used to run this place before you two got married off, and most of his former staff still work here. You're literally a walking breathing billboard that says "ask me about Scott Evans."

"Which is why I didn't want to come here. So, let's get on with this, shall we?"

"Fine. Since you refuse to come back here, and work with me, and make the office fun again, I just wanted to see if you wanted to at least do some freelance work for the paper. I know you can use the extra money."

"I appreciate this Linda, but I don't know."

"Please. We really could use your reporting skills."

"But."

"And before you say 'no' again, you wouldn't even have to step foot into the office. You could just write for the website and submit everything digitally. No one even has to know you're back in town permanently, since you can work from anywhere."

"But I haven't written in a few years."

"Please. Writing is just like riding a bike girl, just like sex. And you had no qualms about jumping back on somebody's ride this weekend."

"On that note, I'm gonna go, Ms. Interrogator," Iris said laughing, as she gathered her bag from the floor, and headed for the door.

"Can't handle the heat, huh, West?"

"I'm used to your prying babe, but I really wanna go before the office fills up, and I run into people I don't wanna see. Not to mention, I was on my way to a prior engagement before you texted me to meet you here."

"Well, will you at least consider my offer? No one covers metas like you do, and given that Flash sightings have been cropping back up, I figured…"

Iris turned, throat dry. "Oh, they have?" She asked, attempting to keep her voice level, as she turned back to face her friend.

"Didn't think I knew Barry was back permanently, huh?" Linda asked, brow raised.

"I-I didn't know myself."

"Really? Yeah, well, literally every single day for the past two months people have recorded Flash zipping in and out of the city. And I don't have to tell you that, given everything Barry was to this city, and how abruptly he left, how big of a deal this is. We're literally itching for someone, who can get close to him, to dig into his decision to pop back up."

"Well, his family is here, as you know. He probably misses them. You know, I mean. Joe and Cecile. Joseph Jr."

"And yet, he only started back up right when you moved back here. You know, I'd say that was a coincidence, but I don't believe in those."

"Tell me, Linda. What do you believe in?"

"Fate. True love. Following your heart." she said, hands clasped together, with a flutter of her eyelashes.

"You know, I'm starting to believe in those things too, Ms. Parks," Iris said with a wink, before sliding out of her office.

Break

Joe West was seated at his kitchen table cleaning his gun when Barry Allen sped into the West home. For the briefest moment, he froze from fear, before annoyance spread out over his face.

"Sorry!" Barry offered. "I forgot how much you hate that."

"You also forgot I have a gun, so I wouldn't go around scaring me."

Barry took a seat across from his pseudo-father. "With all due respect old man…"

Joe shot him an icy stare. "Before you finish that sentence, know that you're not too grown to get your behind popped."

Barry laughed as he reached across the table, and took a handful of chips from the bowl sat in the center. "Alright pops."

"So what brings you here today?"

"Iris. We're supposed to hang out after she gets back from meeting with Linda."

"You two been hanging out a lot lately," Joe said, eyeing him closely.

"Yeah, well. That's what you wanted right? For us to be close again?"

"Of course I do. I just didn't expect you to become so chummy. Especially not so soon. But it makes sense, given the special circumstances."

Barry let out a nervous laugh. "Special circumstances."

"Your divorces," Joe said flatly. "I imagine it's been easy to find common ground over that."

Barry relaxed just a bit. "Oh, right."

Joe sat down his project and surveyed the man in front of him. "You look good by the way. Healthy, happy."

"Thanks, Joe."

"It's funny, Iris has been beaming too, lately, especially when she got in yesterday. She was nearly floating on clouds, even hours later, when she eventually left for work.

"Got in? Was she gone?"

"Yeah, she spent the weekend somewhere. Wouldn't tell me where. She didn't happen to tell you, did she?"

"Me?! Nope. Uh-nope. Why'd she tell me?" Barry asked, face suddenly hot.

"Because you're friends. And you're not her father," Joe offered flatly. "And apparently she's too grown to tell me things anymore."

"Right. Well, nope." Barry said with a fervent shake of the head. "Nope nope nope. I have no idea where Iris was this weekend."

"No idea at all?"

"I mean. No."

"Now that I think of it, she might have went home to see Scott."

"The hell?" Barry asked, only softening his voice and face when he remembered that he, did, indeed know where Iris had been. "I mean...oh?"

"But then again, I think they're totally done now. At least I hope."

"Me too. You know...,' adding quickly, "cause she wasn't happy in that relationship,"

"Right, right,' Joe said, tentatively. "That's the only reason, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

Joe nodded. "Well then, next question. Where were you this weekend?"

"Umm, home. Well, STAR Labs. Which is home, again."

"Were you alone?"

Barry laughed, narrowing his gaze. "Why the 20 questions, Joe?"

"Oh, well, your neck is covered in hickeys."

Barry pressed his hand into his neck. Iris.

"And I figured it'd be difficult for you put them there yourself. Even with your speed," Joe chuckled.

"Right. If they were hickeys. But not they're not. These...marks...are cause of an allergic reaction to this new lotion I tried. Broke me out...in blotches."

""Lotion, huh? Cause-"

Jingling keys caught both men's attention. Barry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Iris finally emerge from the other side of the door. "Is that my baby girl?" Joe yelled from the kitchen.

"Uh-huh."

"Come to talk to your old man."

Upon entering the kitchen, Iris' face caught Barry's which was bloodshot red. Quickly, she averted her gaze, stifling the laughter in her throat. "Hey daddy," she said in the direction of her father.

"Hey," both men replied simultaneously, causing them to look at each other.

Joe's mouth dropped, eyes darting between Barry who's face was an even darker shade of red, and Iris who, oddly enough, looked pretty calm about the entire thing. "On that note, I'm gonna go," Joe said, hastily retrieving his gun from the table.

"Dad. Wait," Iris said, this close to losing it.

"Iris. Later," Joe said as if words were caught in his throat. Before she knew it, he was gone up the stairs, mumbling something underneath his breath.

"Barr!" Iris said, hitting Barry in the shoulder. "How can someone so dominating, so powerful, so seductive, be so uncool in situations like this?

Barry laughed gently. "I'm sorry, baby. But you called me that so many times yesterday, it's stuck."

"Yeah, well. You deserved it," Iris said, taking a seat beside him. "I had the time of my life this weekend. And it's all because of you, baby."

"Same here. Joe definitely now knows something is going on between us, though. That's if he didn't already."

Iris humped her shoulders. She had bigger problems than her father finding out her affair.

"You don't care?"

"I didn't say that. Obviously, I'd love for us to be able to live in our little world for as long as possible. But apparently, we're not great at hiding things. Linda all but told me she knew about us this today"

"That I'm not surprised about. She always was intuitive."

"We do need to be more careful though until our divorces are finalized. That means you behaving yourself."

"Yeah, well, I'll try to. But I'm not making any promises, Ms. West."

"You know technically, I'm still a Mrs."

"And technically, I don't care," Barry said, pulling Iris into him.

"Barry," Iris laughed. "Daddy's still upstairs."

"No, he's right here," he said, slinking a hand, up her thigh, stopping just below the hem of her panties, voice completely devoid of the nervous energy which rang our from him in her actual father's presence.

Iris gasped, looking back over her shoulder for any signs of a lingering cop. All clear, she turned back to Barry. "My God, is this what a little hotel fun does to you?" Iris laughed softly, hand over mouth.

"No. This is what a little time with the love of my life does to me," he said, longingly into her eyes. "The hotel fun, if that's what we're calling it now, definitely didn't hurt though."