Iris/Barry/Iris. It's not very good, but here it is.
Patty is calling Barry on skype.
"Hello."
"Good Morning Barry."
"Hey… Patty." He said still groggy.
"I was thinking why don't we meet at Jitters for breakfast."
"Sure."
There's a knock on the door.
"Hey Bear you decent." Before he could say anything Iris peeks her head in.
"I need to raid your closet." She said walking in heading straight for his closet.
"Sure, no problem."
"Who is that?"
"Iris." He answers showing Iris looking through his closet, like she has a right to be there.
"Does she always enter your room without asking." Asked Patty annoyed.
"Bear, where's that navy blue shirt with red stripes?" she says looking through all his shirts.
"It's in there somewhere." He said distracted.
"That does not help at all."
He puts the phone on the nightstand, and goes to help Iris.
"What do you need it for anyway?"
"It's dress down day at work, and your shirt goes perfect with my outfit." She says looking around.
"There it is." She tries to reach it getting on her teepee toes, but can't.
"Don't strain yourself shorty." He says patting her on the head.
"Stop it, just give me the shirt." She says reaching from it but he keeps it out of reach."
"Damm it Barry." She jumps to get it.
He laughs. "It's just so much fun."
"You know what else it's fun. Barry loses his smiles. Iris goes in the offensive and starts tickling him. It's worse now he's stuck between her and the wall and can't stop giggling.
He manages to get out and Iris jumps on his back.
"Give me the shirt." He keeps his hand extended with the shirt.
"You wanted, you're going to have to fight it." They fall on the bed and start wrestling for the shirt.
It's like old times, them wrestling for silly things. Wrestling meant touching each other, being all over each other's personal space. Something Barry was all too familiar with as Iris accidentally rubbed against his dick making it twitch. As a teen he would run off to his room, make some excuse not to be in her presence, so she wouldn't see the embarrassing hard on she had cause. Luckily for him he was older and better able to control himself, though not for long if she keeps rubbing her breast against his chest.
In the end Barry gives up.
"I remain Victorious." Says Iris lifting the shirt in the air. "I don't know why you do this to yourself, I'm clearly the better wrestler."
"I let you win." He says looking into her eyes as she lays next to him on the bed trying to catch her breath. Oh how many times did he imagine her in this exact positing, but for a totally different reason.
"Yeah keep telling yourself that." She says as she looks back. For a moment they get lost in each other's eyes. They forget that someone is watching and is not amused. They looked like a couple who were fooling around. Certainly not like brother and sister. Suddenly she remembered how Barry immediately corrected her when she made the mistake of calling Iris him her brother, like it bothered him that tittle.
"BARRY." Patty yells at the phone.
"Sorry."
"I have to go. Thanks bear."
"I expect that shirt back clean."
"Yeah, whatever." She says waving the shirt as she's leaving the room.
"I am never seeing that shirt again."
"Does she always wear your clothes?"
"Sometimes." Suddenly old feelings start to rise to the surface and he has to force them down. You're with Patty now.
"Don't you think that's weird?
"No, why would it be weird.?
"Because that's something a girlfriend would do." His heart started beating really fast.
"Well she's my best friend, that happens to be a girl. It's not a big deal." He tries to downplay iy, when to him its always being a bid deal.
Patty disagrees, it's definitely a big deal. Why can't he be that carefree and loose with her. It seems that he's always keeping his guard up with her. Always distracted and burdened. With what she doesn't know, he won't open up to her. She can't help but envy his relationship with Iris. She wished Barry was as open and honest as he is with Iris. Iris knows him better than she does, and probably ever will. But its more than that. It's subtle, like if you weren't an observant detective you would have missed it, but sometimes she sees the way they look at each other and makes her wonder if there's more than meets the eye.