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Time.....what exactly is it? You are probably seated, standing or lying somewhere or anywhere around the world, different time zones, intricately pondering the concept, trying to explain it in simpler terms and just like I am, unable to come up with a layman's definition without having to institute all that English jargon that for some reason really smart people insist to use when they are trying to sound smart. A quick Google search defines the term as the continued sequence of existence and events that occurs in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, into the future (see what I mean) but your grasp on the concept does not fall amongst these scholarly words and you can't explain why. Some have even gone to define it as money, which ok, may be you could roll with that since for the many who have been successful in life talk of how it took time to reach where they are today. But deep down, like really deep down you still lack the words to explain what Time is because for you its everything but at the same time it’s nothing. You are constantly chasing it, with complaints of how little there is of it; little time to work, little time to rest, little time for others and little time for yourself. But on the other side you still speak of how much you have it: a lot of time to pursue that dream, a lot of time to eventually see your loved ones, a lot of time to start driving school. Most of these statements are normally accompanied with 'next time' statements probably because it’s usually much easier to postpone things than out right do them because like I said, you probably have time and a lot of it or you are just lazy like me. All I can say is that it has never been easy to satisfy mankind and you look back and ponder on how much complaints you have made in life for things you could have easily solved or even avoided. But then you look back at how Google defines it and like a veil has been reaped from your eyes, or the more cartoonish light bulb hovers over your head, you see that all that jargon you desperately tried to criticize starts to make sense, because however small or the much we have of time, one thing is clear, in its entirety it is still irreversible, since time lost is never recovered or however that line goes. This is the mantra that Barry lives by every day, and even with the ability to reverse time (more like eventually), time for him is still everything and still nothing especially when it comes to Iris.
OK, so he and Iris are dating. Not the friends going out thing they had but actually dating like dinner, kisses, and the whole shebang. It was a long time coming but finally, fucking finally, they are a thing. He looks back at the disasters that were Becky but more so Adam, Collins and Brandon from high school and he still can't believe that he gets to call Iris his....girlfriend? Girlfriend sounds about right. They haven't had time to have the talk. Anyway, now he gets to refer to Iris as his, not like in a caveman type of way, but just his because lord knows he's hers in every way she'll have him. And they have been doing stuff like kissing (chaste and deep) and fucking (softly but mostly hard). The soft times are mostly when they are feeling really sentimental, when they both know that they are slowly falling in love but haven't said the words yet. When it’s hard, they are usually going at it like rabbits because harboring a 15 year crush on both ends only gives rise to a lot of sexual tension which culminates into a fucking frenzy where they paw at each other every time they get. And while Barry doesn't consider himself a freak in the sheets, Iris has had him going almost 3 times in a day, which thank God for his speed and its capabilities. He also can't help but think that they are making up for lost time but if this is the result of held in confessions and a near death experience, then who is to blame him for taking in as much as he can.
So back to the situation at hand. Remember when I said these two were going at it like rabbits? Scratch that. It has been 4 days and 12 hours(but who's counting) since the two have had a run in the hay and its starting to get to them. Flash business has been on the high lately especially with the appearance of these people with some weird abilities (Dr. Wells calls them metahumans) which only means more work in his day job. Iris on the other hand is on her second week at CCPN and work keeps on piling up that by the time she's back at her apartment she's so swamped that it only takes five minutes to fall asleep.
However, today Mason asks her to do a run up at the latest crime scene involving the Flash and even though her complicated relationship with the idea that she is the go to girl with Flash related things (only Linda and Barry knows how much of an issue it is) and despite personally knowing the guy (boyfriend duh) she's only happy to finally get out of the news room. Granted, she's hoping to catch a glimpse of Barry and maybe rope in a few stolen kisses because the calls and texts they have been exchanging for the past week have not been cutting it. With renewed spirits, she grabs her coat, notebook and keys and heads out to Hooper Street to get the scoop.
Today's problem thankfully did not involve some crazy ass meta which Barry was grateful for. Thankfully, he had the mind to quickly disarm Snart before he caused permanent damage to his nerves with the cold gun and even had enough time to run the guard he had blasted before he got there to the hospital having confirmed that he only had a minor frost bite. He then had him delivered at Iron heights when the police came, having retrieved the diamond. He was currently explaining how he thought the entire ordeal had transpired to Singh, Joe and Detective Chyre as a CSI when he saw Iris interviewing some rookie police officer by the yellow police tapes and felt a rush go through him, especially with how much he missed her. Finishing up, he walked over giving her time to finish up with the interview and caught up to her as she was walking towards her car.
“Hey!” he called out to her enthusiastically.
"Hey bab-Barry!” Assuming that he had not caught on her slip up, Iris opened her arms inviting Barry for a hug. Not that she didn't want to call him babe but they were currently keeping this thing between them a secret from her dad although she had an inkling he already knew since Mr. Blabber mouth here was terrible at keeping secrets.
"Wanna grab lunch, I still have 20 minutes to kill before Singh gets on my neck."
“Dang...sorry I can't make it. Mason has me on my toes so like I have to be back at work ASAP. Rain check...tonight? My place?"
“No...No...That’s ok! I'll be there. 9-10ish sound good...still got a few cases I have to run through, then I'll be all yours", he says with a smirk.
Completely transfixed on his mouth, it takes a while for Iris to answer and when Barry calls her to get her attention as his grin widens, she tells him that that sounds good, really good as a matter of fact.
Since they had already arrived at where she had parked her car, he bent down to give her a chaste kiss which was at the danger of turning into more when she gave a little moan. Breathless, she disconnected from their lip lock. "See you tonight?"
With a squeeze to her waist he answered, "Yeah”. One more goodbye kiss wouldn't hurt either.
Its 9:00 pm. Iris is on her bed making a few corrections on the article she plans to show Mason as a way of discretely telling him that she would like to explore new stories that aren't necessarily Flash related. She loves that Barry is the Flash but she would like Central City to know that she is capable of more stories. Speaking of the man in question, it’s nearing 9:15 and although she is used to his tardiness, she really wants to spend more time with him since as evidenced with the past week, turns out they didn't have much of it. What keeps her hopes up however is the coming weekend which she plans to spend to the fullest hoping that Flash business will be at a minimum. Just thinking about it had her pulse racing and heartbeat throbbing in some Barry related places.
"Hey....still coming? There's an empty space in my bed ready to be occupied😏".
Ok flirting has and had never been her forte but even Iris thought that telling Barry that her kit kat needed some dicking down was too much. So she opted to send a less risky text, one that Barry would interpret however way he wanted.
It was about one hour later when he saw Iris' text having spent most of his time gazing through Iris' microscope( it was fun calling it that way even though it bugged Julian a lot) and doing some titration work. Checking the time, he figured that it was probably too late to pass by as it was already 10:30pm. However, he always ran on Iris time and couldn't pass up on meeting her especially with the hot make out session they had had earlier. He responded with a quick "on my way" text although he doubted she'd see it and packed up his station. Downstairs, a few officers were still working and after bidding them goodnight , he left the precinct, walking a few ways down the street to speed up to Iris' apartment.
In record time, he was already there, worked in the key and opened the door. A quick glance around the room told him that she was already in her bedroom and spotting pizza by the counter, helped himself to some. Turning off the lights and ensuring that the locks were in place, he walked to her room. As expected she was fast asleep, facing his designated side. He smiled at that and walked to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Fully stripped, he lathered his body with her soap and like every time he spent time in her bathroom, images of him fucking her while she was bent over racked his brain. All he could think about was how her voice keened as she pleaded with him to fuck into her harder and would you like at that, he was hard....again. He contemplated finishing off but he had a better idea. Drying off, he trudged to Iris' room buck naked. She had since turned over to face the wall, her back turned to him.
"Even better", he thought. Slipping under the silken sheets, her scent invaded his nostrils leading to him being worked up even more. He had never had a feeling so strong, an urge to be inside her as he did now. Sliding his fingers towards her, he first felt his college shirt that she liked to wear. It was a striped shirt that had experienced a lot of stretching across the years, from her but mostly from him especially in the few weeks since they started dating.
"Iris...” he whispered. For a second there he almost regretted waking her as he knew how hard she had been working and didn't want to disturb her sleep time. However, he had a serious itch that only she could soothe and dare he say needed some serious soothing. Her low moan of displeasure was the only sign of his acknowledgement. Sliding even closer, he ran his fingertips to the front of her shirt, slowly thumbing at her nipples. She let out small moans, teetering on the edge of true wakefulness and that only encouraged him more. Calling out her name again in a whisper, he bit lightly on her earlobe, slowly running his hands to the seat of her underwear. At this juncture, he was at the point of no return, dick rigid, laying comfortably on her underwear clad butt-crack where he had oh so conveniently gotten rid of her shirt.
His fingertips had been rubbing rapidly between her legs as he shamelessly humped her ass. At this point, Iris had been so wet, her underwear already sticking to her nether regions. Wasting no time, Barry simply bunched her underwear to one side and in one fell swoop was gloriously inside her. With stuttering breaths, he let out a low grunt that had Iris moaning his name having crossed over to fully awake. Overtaken by his need, he thrusted wildly, Iris' moans of pleasure urging him, faster and harder. Not even being at gun point would have made him leave this moment. All he needed was just to get a little bit deeper. Raising her left thigh, he slid in seamlessly than before, their moans getting louder, the bed also giving them a run for their money. He was so far gone, fucking into her desperately but something was still missing.
"I need….I just...I need to-..."
Grunting, he stopped abruptly, carefully sliding out of her, Iris’ protests almost derailing his mission. Grabbing her waist, he quickly slid her underwear off. He would have preferred to simply rip them off while he still lay inside her but he knows how much Iris loves her undergarments despite that one time when he accidentally ripped her red undies off and he knows he felt her get wetter. Once off, he resumed his position and once again slid into her. This time, her moans got louder as her sleek got tighter as if it was her sole purpose to suck or rather squeeze him dry. Her orgasm took them both by surprise and her rhythmic squeezing and releasing of his member had him spilling into her with a shudder not 10 seconds later. Some seconds later, they lay side by side on the bed, still trying to catch their breath.
"How's that for a rain check?" Barry asked after a while.
"I don't know babe.....how about we rain check? Besides, I didn't get to see your face and you know how much I love that mouth." She answered as she turned to face him.
"That I do...but it was still hot doing you from the back", he grins. Embarrassed, she retaliated by lightly hitting his shoulder.
"Oh shut up..."
She would probably never admit this but she really really did. Besides, they were still discovering each other’s favorites despite knowing each other their whole lives so when she removed her (his?) shirt and straddled him, she had an inkling that this was going to be his favorite position in their list pretty soon. What? You thought they were prudes? As if they ever could be. Of course they had a list of positions which they used to one up each other from time to time!
" So how was your day?". In all the 26 years of his life, Barry was always eager to tell Iris about his day and also listen as she narrated hers. But for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why Iris was asking him that question at this time when she was strategically sat on top of him.
Anyway, time ......am I right? Seems like they had too little of it but boy why they in for a surprise when Barry would eventually find out he can actually vibrate his erm *body parts* and slow down time too! Time however would only tell, or however that saying goes.