I took some doing but Iris had finally made it to her dad's place. She'd used her spare key and slowly crept in the front door.

She checked on her dad first. Joe had fallen asleep on the couch, again. So she went to the chest at the corner of the room and chose a large red throw blanket to put over him. Iris removed his reading glasses and gave him a kiss on his forehead as he grumbled thanks before she left the living room and head upstairs to Barry's room.

I don't know if can do this, he's the fastest man alive, how on earth am I going to get his clothes?

She went into his room and everything was in its proper place. Not even a book was cast aside on a desk.

She moved as slowly as she could partially because the room was spinning and she was wearing six inch heels and because she knew Barry was fast. She didn't want him to catch her, not this time.

She saw him there asleep in a gray tee shirt and a pair of loose black track pants on top of the covers.

She snapped her fingers, and did a little twirl as moved to sit beside him on his bed only to almost be thwarted by a few forgotten triple cheeseburger wrappers.

She fell right on top of him.

OMG. He's going to wake up. No, no, no. No Barry don't get up.

Iris froze as her face was pressed into his rock hard abs. He ran a lot and his body certain felt like it. She waited for what seemed like an eternity. But he didn't move. He was still sleeping like a dead man. Silent and still.

She perked up and went to work. She had almost gotten the gray shirt over his head when the meta-human alert from his phone buzzed and sent his cell into a tizzy.

Damn you Cisco. Damn YOU!

She leaned over to grasp it but her hands where clumsy from the tequila earlier.

"Damn" She looked down to see a very confused Barry Allen staring at her.

"Umm, Iris"

"Yeah, Barry"

"What the hell is going on?" He asked

His voice sounded so calm, it didn't match his face. She fell over in a fit of giggles as she watched his eyebrows furrow deeper together. The look on his face was complete shock.

"Iris stay here" He was gone and back before she even stopped laughing.

"I need your clothes"

"What why?!"

"Abbie, Abbie made me get them"

"Wait, I don't understand"

"I need to win, Barry. Abbie's getting the gown, and I have to get yours. You have on undies. Cause he doesn't wear any." Iris snickered.

"Wait who doesn't wear them?"

She smirked, her smile growing wider with each second "Professor Crane doesn't"

"Professor Crane."

Iris found it amazing that he kept repeating what she had said as if his mind couldn't process what was going on.

"So you and your old friend Abbie are doing this as a game?" He asked

"Yes." Iris nodded.

"You know Iris if you wanted me out of my clothes all you had to do was ask."

Barry was standing before her in a pair of black and red briefs. In a flash she could feel the wind all around her as the wayward burger wrappers flew around her like modern day tumbleweeds.

"We have to go now Barry" She hurried over to him the dim lighting accentuating the curves of her body in her skin tight dress.

"Wait why?"

"C.C's is opening, we've got to win!" She yelled much too loudly because Barry had already had her in his arms.

Abbie sighed as she fiddled around in her purse, looking for the card to open the door. She leaned against the door frame as she held the card up to the sensor and waited for the beep and the flashing green light. Bending over out of the corner of her eyes she watched as elderly Caucasian couple headed towards her.

They gawked at her dress as the woman grasped her designer bag as if her life depended on it. Apparently, the navy little number Iris loaned her was quite attention grabbing. She rolled her hips as she stood up straight, flashed them a megawatt smile and politely gave them a glimpse of her badge.

For some reason, they nodded at her, then hurriedly averted their eyes and rushed to shut the door across the hall. Room 465.

She leaned against the door frame as she held the card up to the sensor and waited for the beep and the flashing green light.

Damned civilians

The door gave a small squeak in protest as Abbie entered the room.

Crane's clothes covered the couch in the small "living area" and wayward chips and beer bottles covered the table. The place was a mess.

"Crane, I'm home" she yelled but she was greeted with nothing but silence.

Abbie followed the trail of his clothing, one boot here and a sock there.

She shook her head as she slipped off the heels Iris had loaned her. Abbie knew she wanted to be as stealthy as possible. Crane was a light sleeper and the bond they shared was always there. Sometimes she'd wake up in the middle of the night and by the time she stretched out on the couch she'd hear his footsteps from the guest room growing closer and closer. It was his sixth sense he always knew when something was up with her.

Times like these that sixth sense weren't always a perk of their shared destiny.

Every light in the bedroom was on, she found Crane asleep in bed surrounded by a heap of books. The covers of James Joyce Ulysses spread open on his chest.

She slowly walked over to him, reached over and grasped the book in her hands careful to mark the page. She read the quote that was highlighted in fluorescent yellow and sat it on the cluttered nightstand. He was such a dork. He had the place all to himself, he could have done anything but he decided to stay in eat junk food and read his books.

It was just her luck, He was soundly sleeping. Crane even let out a little rolling snore when she touched his chest. She was feeling bolder than usual it was probably the vodka she'd had earlier with Iris but she straddled him. Abbie carefully sat down, she slowly shifted her body atop his and reached out and ran her fingers through his messy hair as she moved a few wayward strands from his forehead.

His brilliant blue eyes popped open.

Not matter how she shifted above him his eyes remained on her.

"Crane,"

Groggily he replied "Yes, Leftenant" his eyes settling on her cleavage.

"Did you really stay in this big room drinking soda and reading books all night?"

He shook his head yes as she twirled the strings to the collar of his nightshirt.

Abbie leaned back, blocking his view "Do you like this dress?"

Crane watched the slight rise and fall of her chest. Clearly she'd poured herself into this gown because there was no other way it could merge with her skin so effortlessly.

"You're beautiful when you're deep within your cups" a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"What the hell does that even mean Crane?' She snapped annoyed at his answer. Everything he did annoyed her lately. She pouted as she pulled at the strings a little harder.

"Yes or no, Captain."

"Yes"

"I'll be sure to tell Iris about it. Now Crane I need you to take off your gown and give it to me." Abbie watched as his mouth dropped open. She smiled like the cat that had eaten a canary.

"GOWN. This is a nightshirt, not a gown. I was a Captain in General Washington's Army and I do not wear gowns."

"That's really all you got out of that?" She wanted to shoot him right then.

"Leftenant, I do not wear gowns"

"Give me the damn gown, Crane. NOW" She lurched forward her hands gripping the collar tighter. But Crane's wasn't under the influence and his arms were longer. Before she knew it she was underneath him her head resting a few inches away from a Penguin's classic edition of Shakespeare's Sonnets. Her legs were wrapped around him, and she could feel an old copy of Thomas Hardy's Far from the Maddening Crowd poking her in the ass. Crane had both of her arms stretched out over her head and his hands held her wrists in a firm grip.

"Leftenant, by God, this is entirely inappropriate" He snapped as he bit the corner of his lower lip.

Why can't you just, live? Why are you fighting this, what the hell are you so frightened of.

"Always such a gentleman, aren't you Crane. I guess you can't just tell me what you want?"

His eyes locked on hers as he leaned closer and said "What if I am looking at what I want"

Abbie never answered Crane. She just kept looking into his eyes challenging him in her own way.

His eyes where alive now and his devious smile had taken over the soft lines of his face "I'll give you my shirt, if you give me that dress you're wearing."

Had Iris already made it, did she get Barry's clothes yet?

Was she already in route to C.C's

"This isn't my dress? How am I going to tell Iris?" Crane's finger was wagging in her face before she could even finish her question.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Fine, I'll give you this dress but you have to drive me to Jitters. The shirt Captain"

Crane stood up from the bed right in front of her and pulled his night shirt over his head.