Yall already know I suck at editing, I'll get around to it eventually. I should get a beta, but I'm too lazy and impatient to let one take their time to read it before I can post it. Anyway, hope some of yall are satisfied with this chapter. The song for this chapter is Maroon 5 - Animals

IRIS' POV:

My fist hit the punching bag until I was out of breath, until I was sure I burned a hole in it. Then I punched some more. Time flew by and I wasn't sure how much because I turned my phone off. People littered in and out and I didn't think I had been at the gym that long until Linda tapped me on the shoulder. I swung around, almost hitting her.

She held her hands up. "Woah,"

"Sorry," I panted as I lowered my headphones. I scanned the empty gym. "You're closing?"

"We've been closed for an hour, Iris."

My gloved hand wiped my sweaty forehead as I sat on the edge of the mat. "Sorry, I didn't even notice."

She came to sit by me with a sigh. "Do you want to tell me what's going on with you and Barry?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

"Well, I may know a little bit about dating Barry."

A huff escaped me. "Barry and I aren't dating."

She bumped my shoulder. "Yeah, but you might as well be."

My head shook. "I don't know if we can even be friends after what's happened between us, let alone be anything more. He doesn't trust me and I don't trust him."

She stayed quiet for a few moments before turning to me. "To be a broken record, Barry loves you, Iris. He always has. Even when we were together I could tell. For ten years I've been competing for his attention and all he saw was you. So don't let a misunderstanding or temporary broken trust come between what you have. It's special and rare."

I took in what she said.

"I hear what you're saying, Linda, but it's not that simple."

"Then make it that simple." She rose. "Hate to kick you out, but I have a date with a nerd." She walked us to the door.

A grin came to my face. "How are you and Cisco doing?" I stepped outside.

Her smile reached her eyes. "He's amazing." She locked the door. "I never thought I'd be this happy." She took in my sullen expression. "I didn't mean to rub it in or anything."

I waved it off. "I'm happy for you both, I promise."

She pulled me in for a tight hug. "I'm rooting for you both."

My arms squeezed her back. "Thanks for being a friend."

"Of course."

We pulled apart.

"Do you want a ride home or somewhere else?"

I shivered. "Sure. Thanks."

Inside the car, she turned to me. "You hungry?"

My brow creased. "I could eat."

She chuckled.

BARRY'S POV:

"What the hell is this?" I demanded.

Barry jumped up. "Iris,"

Anger fueled me up. He couldn't do this to me. "You brought her to my house?!"

He neared me. "It's not what it looks like, I promise."

I looked between the two of them. "Your word doesn't mean much to me right now. And if I were you then I'd get Thea out of my house before I do something we'll all regret."

His eyes narrowed. "You know this is my house, too."

My anger flared. "Get the bitch out of my house, Barry, before I kick your ass."

He stood his ground. "No. She can stay as long as she likes."

I marched up the stairs. "Fine." I reached his room. With his clothes in my arms I threw them down the stairs. "Take your crap and get out of my house. You're not family."

He grabbed at his clothes. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

I went back to his room and grabbed more clothes.

He was in the doorway as soon as I turned around, my hair blown in my face. "Would you stop?" His green eyes angry.

I threw the clothes at him. "You brought the girl you slept with into my house, Barry. How'd you think I was going to react?" I grabbed the picture of us off of his bedside table. "This." I threw it against the wall, the glass shattered. "Doesn't mean anything anymore."

He stared at me in disbelief, took a cautionary step forward. "Calm down, you're being melodramatic."

My eyes flared. "You haven't seen melodramatic yet." I threw the nearest thing, which was a clock. The broken pieces settled on the floor. I grabbed the lamp.

He was in front of me so fast it scared me a little. He snatched the lamp from me and threw it to the ground. "I wouldn't have slept with her if I hadn't gotten drunk to deal with the fact that you started seeing Eddie!" He barked in my face.

All I could was stare at him. I hadn't been expecting that.

"You slept with her to get back at me?"

He groaned. "No," He turned from me. "I came to see you one night, just to check on you." When he turned back to me there was pain in his eye. "And I saw you kiss him. So don't tell me about what's it like to have your heart ripped out of your chest."

Some of my crazy left, now replaced by understanding. That still didn't make it okay.

"Besides, we weren't together when I slept with Thea. And I know that's not the point, but that's why you're really mad."

I nodded. "You're right. That's why I'm mad. I thought that sex was supposed to mean something to you, but apparently it doesn't."

"Did it mean anything when you were with Eddie?" He shot back.

My forehead creased. "I was never with Eddie." I shoved him back. "I was stupidly waiting for you, Jackass." I pushed past him.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, his hands grabbed my waist. "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm an ass."

I yanked away from his hold. "You got that right." I started for the stairs.

"Iris," He called.

I ignored him.

"Iris!"

I whirled around. "The real reason I'm mad is because I thought you were better than that." We stared at each other a moment. "You know, the more I get to know you the more I realize I don't know you at all."

He visibly sagged. There was something he wanted to say, but he couldn't quite put it into words.

"You're right."

This between was a bad idea. We just thought we could pick up where we left off and that the ten years of formation to our personalities didn't matter, but they did. Barry wanted to control me, he wanted me how he wanted me and I wasn't okay with that.

My phone rang. "Hello?" My eyes went to Barry's. After a few moments I hung up, I stood there too shocked to know what to do.

Barry stood in front of me. "What's going on?"

My hand seeked to touch any part of his body. I suddenly wasn't feeling very well.

"Iris,"

The room tilted.

Barry caught me. "Iris,"

My eyes fluttered open as I groaned. There was a hollow pit in my stomach and a bad taste in my mouth. My hand went to my forehead.

"You're awake."

My eyes found Barry sitting on the floor, his back against the couch. I sat up. "What happened?"

"You fainted."

Oh. I looked around. "Where's Thea?"

He looked up at me. "I told her to leave. This was a family issue. Unless, I'm not family anymore?" His jaw clenched.

I looked to the ceiling, then back at him. "I was angry when I said that, I didn't mean it."

His hazel eyes were sad. "But you did, Iris."

My head shook. "No," I slid down to the floor next to him. "You were right. As much as it pains me to say it, you're right. We weren't together when you were with Thea. We're still not." My hand kneaded the back of my neck. "I definitely overreacted." I met his eyes.

He nodded, a quick appearance of a grin on his lips. "You kind of did."

"But you can see where I was coming from, right?"

He turned his body to face me, his eyes scanned my face before meeting mine. "Iris, what I did with Thea was wrong." His eyes drifted to the side, the shame on his face. "I was hurt and angry at you, so I did something stupid. Yeah, I regret it. Everyday." He looked at me. "Being in Starling City was tough. Even though I had Felicity and Oliver, I was lonely. Every time I falter or make a mistake, the thought of you is what picks me up and keeps me going."

I bit my lip and flushed.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that even though you didn't know everything about my life this past year, that does not mean that you weren't apart of it." He eyes seared into mine. "You were. Every single day." He wore a boyish grin. "Without you, there wouldn't be The Flash."

My hand went to my chest. A major case of the feels overwhelmed me.

I rose to my knees only to cup his face in my hands. My lips captured his in a meaningful display of affection, his scruff tickled my face. My arms wrapped around his neck as I straddled his lap. His hands went to my waist. His tongue sought mine as my hands gripped his hair. My hips moved on his lap, soon we had a good pace going, and I was moaning into his mouth.

He pulled his mouth away, his green eyes concerned. "We should stop."

My eyes gazed into his. This was Barry. Sometimes I knew him and sometimes I didn't, but I knew how I felt about him and that wasn't going away. So instead of telling him how I felt about the situation, I attacked his mouth again. A new hunger in me.

He took the hint and moved so I was on my back. His mouth went to my neck as his hips moved with mine. All I could do was moan at the feel of everything. This was the most action I had gotten from Barry and already it was on my top ten. But I wanted more. My hands went to his waist, trying to unbuckle his belt when his hands stopped mine.

His eyes met mine. "Are you sure?"

I grinned as I slipped my hand inside his pants and grabbed his hot and hard member. No underwear. My brow lifted in interest. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

His eyes closed as he groaned. "Yeah, you're sure." He picked me up and were upstairs in half a second, maybe sooner. He threw me down onto his bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes.

"Now's your time to tell me no and I'll stop."

I pulled my top off.

His brow rose. "Okay," He put his hands on the foot of the bed. "One more chance and we can forget this ever happened."

I pulled my bra off, my eyes never leaving his, a grin in place.

His eyes widened as he took me in. It looked like he was frozen in place. Maybe I'd have to do this myself.

I crawled to him, our eyes locked. My hands lifted his shirt over his head with his assistance, he still looked shocked. My hand ran down the hard plane of his chest, appreciating every detail, especially the V. I pulled his pants down. Even though I hadn't seen male genitalia in person I did watch a lot of porn, so I knew that Barry was bigger than average as was he wider. My eyes widened.

He looked down at me and tried to refrain from laughing, but couldn't from the look on my face. "Do you want to back out now, Flower?"

Tucking my nerves away, my hand grabbed his base as my mouth sucked him in.

"Oh my God, Iris." He groaned.

I mentally slapped myself on the back. That was the reaction I hoped for.

His strong hand cupped my face as the other held my hair back. "I can't believe you're doing this right now."

Neither could I, but I had to admit that this was a long time coming. I almost laughed at the innuendo. My eyes looked up at him, wanting to see him unravel because of me. I have to say, seeing Barry in a state of bliss was about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Forget porn, this was the money.

He looked down at me, that dominant gleam in his green eyes as he moved his hips in and out. I was glad to give him this, not like I hadn't thought about it a dozen times before.

After a few moments, he pulled away. I couldn't help but think I did something wrong. He took me in and hurried to say, "No, you were fantastic. A little too much." He grinned. He leaned down to kiss me, he moved us back onto the bed. His hands went to my waist. "Can I take these off?"

I nodded.

My jeans were off in a flash. Now I was the one that was all bare. He stared at me for too long, so long that it made me nervous.

His eyes looked up to mine. "You're even more beautiful than I thought."

I flushed while relief filled me.

He leaned down to take my lips, his hand slid up my thigh. I gasped as he slid a finger inside me. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable. Promise?"

I nodded. "Promise."

He continued to kiss me slowly while I got used to his finger. Soon he moved it in and out, I cried out in pleasure. He grinned against my mouth. I grabbed his face and deepened the kiss. This was too much. Why hadn't we done this sooner?

"Barry!" I groaned when he vibrated his finger. My eyes closed at the feeling.

His teeth pulled at my bottom lip and that was all it took for me to come undone. My locked on his as I rode out the sensation, my arm around his neck for support. He gazed at me.

"You're so beautiful."

A grin played on my lips. "You, too." I brought his lips down to mine.

I knew the next part was going to hurt so I figured as long as he was kissing me I'd be okay.

"Are you absolutely sure about this?" He asked again.

"I'm not changing my mind about this. I've wanted this for a long time."

He gave a wry grin, his forehead creased in worry. "What if it's not what you think it's supposed to be? What if I'm not good enough?"

I made him look at me. "Why are you all of a sudden shy?"

He looked at me as if it were obvious. "In case you haven't noticed, this is your first time. Our first time together. I want it to be perfect and I'm worried that it won't be for you."

Both of my hands grasped his face. "Barry Allen, I saved myself for you. I trust you. Sometimes." I grinned.

He chuckled.

"I don't want this with anyone else. I wanted it to be you, Barry." My legs wrapped around his waist. The feel of our sexes joined was indescribable. "So stop worrying and start making love to me. I can't wait any longer."

His brow rose, a teasing grin on his lips. "Really? I actually think I'm going to make a sandwich." He pulled away. "You want one?"

I yanked him back down and rolled him on his back with a laugh. "You're a tease if there ever was one."

Our eyes locked as I sunk down on him. My hand covered my mouth as I tried to not show the sting of pain. He wouldn't want to do this if he thought I was hurting.

He started to sit up. "Are you okay?"

My hand pushed his chest back down. I gave a curt nod. His girth was stretching me apart, never did I think I could be both in pain and pleasure. My walls closed in on him as I adjusted, my hips finding a comfortable rhythm.

His eyes closed while he let out an animalistic groan. "Damn, Iris."

A proud grin found my lips. "I'm glad you like it."

He opened his eyes with a laugh. He brought his hands to my waist for support. "There was no doubt in my mind that I would."

I picked up speed. "Says the guy on the bottom. You were about to pussy out on me."

His eyes darkened as he took me in, the challenge in both of our eyes. "I'll show you pussy out, Flower." He pushed me onto my back, putting us at the foot of the bed. Both of his hands were planted in the bed on either side of my head as he leaned over me. He pushed forward with great power.

I gasped in at the feeling. I knew he had it in him.

His strokes ranged from long and slow to fast and hard, all the while having me on the edge. His hand cupped the back of my neck, his mouth dominated mine. He sped up his strokes and I was about sure that he was using his powers to move that fast.

My head went back as I let out the loudest string of curse words mixed in with a few moans. I'd never felt so liberated in my seventeen years of life.

He brought my mouth to his, his teeth tugged on my bottom lip as I came back to Earth. His green eyes smirked at me as he pulled away. "That was so hot."

I blushed. If all the girls knew about that trick there wouldn't be any Barry left to share. He still hadn't gotten off and I knew he had been waiting for that moment just as long as I have, so I said, "Do whatever you like."

His brow lifted. "Huh?"

"You heard me."

He gave me a wary look. "Those are dangerous words, Flower."

I sat up. "You heard me." He still looked hesitant. I sighed. "I want you to feel what you made me feel, Bear."

The way he looked at me in that moment was worth all the arguments, all the pinning, all the banter, all the teasing, all the bullying, because I knew without a doubt that he was still in the same place that I was emotionally.

He smirked, his hands turned me around so I was perched on my knees. My eyes focused on the wall, pictures of us littered all across the room. Happiness filled me as he did the same.

A little sore, I groaned.

His breath made the back of my neck tingle. "You okay?" He hovered behind me.

I nodded. "Never better."

He kissed my neck as he moved his hips forward, hitting my butt.

I leaned into his kisses as I moved my hips back. "Please, never stop."

He groaned in my ear, hands down the sexiest thing I'd heard ever. "Don't plan on it."

After a few minutes of unbearable pleasure he wrapped his arm around my chest and held me closer. I could feel him moving faster, my eyes closed as I let the sensations wash over me. When I was coming back down he lightly bit into my neck, then I was back on the edge.

"Barry," I held onto his strong arm. "I love you."

"Say it again." He ordered.

I grinned. "I love you."

"Say my name!"

"I love you, Barry Allen!"

He stiffened as we rode the wave together. The room was filled with our pants of recovery, both of us sweaty and tired. His lips rested on my back as we stayed in that position for a while.

"Thank you." He muttered.

My brow rose. "For having sex with you?" That was kind of cheesy.

He shook his head, his lips brushed my back. "No, for allowing me to be that close to you."

Tears pricked at my eyes.

"Lately, I wasn't sure if we'd even be back on speaking terms. And that, both of us in that moment, mean a lot to me."

I could feel my throat closing up with tears. I didn't want to cry right now. Of course, he heard me sniffle.

"Are you crying?" He turned my around, propped me on his lap. Worry in his green eyes. "Do you regret it?" He looked as if I said yes his whole world would crumble.

I grinned. "No, I don't regret it." I leaned my head on his shoulder, my hand against his chest. "I'm just happy."

His heart skipped a beat under my hand. He let out a relieved sigh as he held me close to him. "Me, too, Flower. Me, too."

CAITLIN'S POV:

"Ronnie," I spoke to his voicemail. "You better be on your way over here. I made this delicious meal that you said you wanted. I am not a housewife, I don't slave in the kitchen for hours to make a fucking meal! Call me back or you're not getting any of this creme brulee." The sass dripped from my voice. I hung up.

Thirty minutes went by and it was just me and the food. I went to pour myself a glass of wine.

"Well, boys. It looks like it's just going to be me and you tonight." I gulped down the first glass. "Can't rely on guys to make you happy." I poured another glass. "Kind of why I became a lesbian in the first place."

I knew if Ronnie were here he'd play the world's smallest violin. A laugh escaped me as I thought of his goofy ass. Truth be told, he was goofy because he had to be. I knew it was a cover, so was that whole playboy thing he liked to project. If he even for one second tried to let down his defenses he'd let all that hurt in over his family, over his dying sister. Then there was moments when it was just the two of us and he wasn't afraid to share all of that with me, only me. He'd look at me for a moment too long with those heavy blue eyes and I knew that he saw me as more than a friend and that he knew deep down that I saw him that way, too. The saddest part was that I think he was waiting for me to come around, to realize that I wasn't just a lesbian. I was grateful that he couldn't see that I was already there.

With a sigh, I threw back the second glass and poured another while I headed out to the crappy balcony. It was Christmas Eve Goddamit! Where was he?

I sat outside for a bit, wrapped in a flannel blanket to keep warm. Well, the wine was doing a good job of that, too. In all honesty, the cold really hadn't bothered me much lately. When Ronnie slept at his brother's I cranked up the air. Even so, I lit the small makeshift fireplace.

"Cait," I heard a faint voice say. "I'm on my way. I got held up."

I looked around for him, but couldn't find him. Curious, I peeped over the balcony and saw Ronnie walking up the street to my apartment building. He had on a buttoned down blue shirt and blue jeans, a leather jacket on top. He looked so handsome from up here. I giggled. Not only did he have a gift wrapped box, but a bouquet of white tulips. My hand went to my mouth in shock. Was he going to tell me how he really felt? On Christmas Eve? Too romantic.

I was about to call out to him when a black SUV pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, but I couldn't make out the face. "Get in the car, Raymond."

He huffed. "Come on, guys. It's Christmas Eve. My girl is up there waiting on me."

Who was he talking to?

What I thought to be a gun was pointed out the window. "Get in the car."

No...what was happening?

He backed away from the car and was about to run when the goons rushed out of the car and dragged him kicking and screaming inside the SUV.

My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. They sped off. "No!"

A scream escaped as the fire seemed to absorb into my body and before I knew what was happening my hand shot out after the SUV and the road before them was covered in ice. The car swerved uncontrollably until it slammed into the side of a building. Worry filled me as I stared at the scene before me.

What did I just do?

A/N: I think we can all agree this was a long time coming lol and I wanted to say that I didn't want Barry and Iris to just have sex for the sake of having sex, I wanted it to mean something. So I think the longer they waited, the more they got to know each other and whatnot. Please, review. Don't be afraid. Thanks for reading yall! :)