silk (1)

Warning: mature language and content and scenes — reader discretion is strongly advisedthird personword count: 6,7007:34 am | how long will you have to keep your secret before you can't take it anymore?

It was never you.

Your whole life, it was never you. You would never say you didn't have a good life, because that would have been a lie. But to say you were the it-girl, to say that you stood out, would be a lie. In reality, you weren't. You didn't stand out, you weren't anyone's it-girl, and it was never you.

Senior Class President? Wasn't you. Secretary of the Spanish Club? Wasn't you. Prom Princess? Definitely wasn't you. And you couldn't say that you didn't try, because you did try. You stayed humble and tried to get things you wanted, but there was always someone above you. There was always someone who seemed to matter more than you did, and you were always pushed to the side. As a teenager, it was trying to be a leader in extracurricular activities and in school. As an adult, it was just trying to be seen before somebody else.

It didn't take you long to accept who you were. You knew it wasn't anyone's fault. You just weren't special. There was nothing about you that somebody couldn't find or get from someone else, and it just made you second-choice. More like fifth-choice.

That is who you were. You weren't exotic or important; you weren't wool or fur or silk, you were merely just cotton.

But just because you weren't anybody's first choice didn't mean you didn't amount up to anything. You had a brilliant mind. Any problem placed in front of you, solved. Any chemicals mixed in front of you, identified. Any numbers put in front of you, answered.

And when you moved to Central City to study its high levels of iron oxide, you found yourself in Dr. Well's office. And you found yourself in a white coat, working at his facility. And you found yourself engineering and experimenting with the particle accelerator. And you found yourself in a sea of scientists and doctors and then there you were, again, forgotten among the numerous brilliant minds that surrounded your own. When you had just thought you were beginning to stand out, there were a million people beside you with a mind amounting to yours. And you were at square one.

When all the chaos erupted after the particle accelerator failed, you had stayed. While everyone left to find new jobs while their reputations stood, you stayed. You stayed because you knew everyone would be gone and maybe finally you would stand out. There were only about four people left in the building now; it meant something that you were the only chemist inside. You stood out for something.

That was until Barry Allen came. That was until he woke up. That was until everyone realized what he could do, and Barry realized what he could do with it. And you remember from the first day he woke up that you liked his eyes and his gentle smile.

Barry Allen was the epitome of perfect, to you. He was so smart; he knew numbers like the back of his hand and could analyze data like no one's business. He was tall and cleaned up nicely, and he cared about everyone that helped him. He was a hero, for God's sake. And the best part? He remembered your name.

But alas, like always, as soon as you realized your growing affection for the speedster, you also realized there was someone else on his mind: Iris West. That lovely, dark-haired beauty that had visited him so many times while Barry was in his coma. She would always sit besides him and tell him about her day, cry against his hand, and you remember having to comfort her many times. And you had to admit, she was beautiful. You couldn't blame Barry for being in love with her; she was an amazing woman.

And so, there you laid in your bed, beginning to wake up from a glorious dream about Barry. A dream where Barry would reach up and kiss you, the emerald in his eyes growing brighter as he told you how much he loved you. You imagined him holding you close and whispering sweet things into your ear, twirling you in circles and pulling you in his bed—

Your alarm clocked blared at 7:45, and you hit it hard. You were upset it had woken you up from your dream. Your splendid, splendid dream.

You rolled out of bed, your only motivation the salary you received from S.T.A.R. Labs. The sunlight hit your eyes, and you squinted in discomfort. Your body ached with sleep, but you managed to make it to your closet and grab a light-wash pair of jeans. They hugged your figure tight, and you chose an off-the-shoulder white blouse. You matched it with white heels, the raised shoes your staple outfit choice.

You sat in front of your vanity, making a face at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired and unhappy, and you were relieved when your makeup at least made the tired go away. Your lashes were long and dark, your lips a soft pink. You put on a forced smile, grabbing your things and hurrying out the door with a cup of coffee in your hands.

At the same time, Barry Allen was awakening in his bed. He was without a shirt and only adorning sweats. They were comfortable around his waist. He shoved the duvet off, and he ran his hands over his face and then through his hair. The sheets kept his body warm, but no matter how much electricity seemed to coarse through him or how fast he went, nothing could warm his heart. Nothing like your smile could.

Barry decided to get dressed slow that day. He let the blinds open, and the light washed against his bare skin. He didn't mind the brightness; he wanted to be wide awake before he sped off to work. He picked out a white button-up and joggers with his favorite pair of casual shoes. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and he made sure he smelled decent. The faint orange and musk that made you go wild every time you hugged him, but he didn't know that.

He made sure his hair was decent as well before he left to S.T.A.R. Labs first, for his weekly check-up by Dr. Snow. She always cared about him, wanting to know if he was doing well regularly. He casual made his way into the Cortex, and you were already in the closed-off space that was the lab. When the doors were shut, others knew you were working. You had on your white coat and a pair of goggles, and you were already analyzing the chemical formulas inside a gas sample from a metahuman. You were writing notes as Barry walked in, and you didn't notice him. But he noticed you, and his mind rested easy knowing you were safe. Everyday paved a new problem for him, but the safety of his most beloved friends was always his priority.

You were his priority. He was so frustrated with you. Every time he wanted you to meet his gaze, you had your eyes on the ground. Every time he wanted to hug you longer, you had pulled away shyly. He got lost in your eyes, and you were always looking somewhere else. It made him frustrated, with himself and with you. With himself for not being able to just be honest, and for you for not picking up the crumbs he was leaving behind.

The small things he did and the ones you seemed to not notice made him think many times that maybe you didn't feel the same way. That maybe you had met someone at the coffee shop, on the subway, in the elevator of you apartment building. Maybe someone dark and handsome and who always had one foot in the gym and the other in growing stocks. Why did he think you caught someone's eye that had to be handsome and rich? Because you were divine, and sometimes divine individuals like you could only be pleased with the best of the best. Barry couldn't give you a 3-carat diamond ring or an exotic car or buy you that purse you wanted. Barry couldn't shower you in expensive gifts, and for some reason he thought someone as lovely as you only deserved the best.

He didn't know that you were dreaming about him. He didn't know how often you thought about how soft the pads of his fingers could feel against your skin or how gentle his kisses might be. He didn't know you thought about his breath against your neck, his arms swaying you to a beat only the two of you could hear.

"Barry! I'm so glad you're here. Sit down, let me get my things and we'll get started." Caitlin's voice rang through the room loud. It made you look up from your lab notes, turning and noticing Barry just standing there, his eyes on you. Your smile was no longer forced, and Barry returned it almost immediately. How could he not when yours was so contagious?

You let your things down, placing the testing tubes carefully back into their holders. You slipped the goggles off, shaking your head to untangle the knots of hair. You weren't trying to look good while doing it, but Barry didn't even notice Caitlin's voice as he watched you swing your hair from side-to-side.

"Barry. Barry, over here," Caitlin called. She waved her hand in front of his eyes, following his gaze to you. Barry shook out of his trance, taking a seat. Caitlin noticed you emerging from the lab with your notes held to your chest. She smiled, turning back to Barry who was already stealing glances at you again.

"You know, you're being very obvious," Caitlin whispered to him, listening for his heartbeat. Barry blinked, frowning at her dumbfounded. He shook his head, confused.

"Huh?"

"You're not being very discreet," she repeated quietly, and your heels got louder as you made your way over to them. Barry's face was turning red at Caitlin's comment before realizing how close you were.

"Good morning, Barry," you greeted him. Barry held his hand out to you, and you took it. He pulled you in a sweet hug, and Caitlin wrote down his beats per minute on a piece of paper. Your fingers went numb when he laced them with his, and your knees shook a little as his arm went around your waist. You both felt a warmth in your bellies, but he let go of you before you could notice his fingers shifting in nervousness. As Barry and you pulled away from the embrace, Caitlin slipped a cushion around Barry's arm to check for his blood pressure ratio. You held your notes tighter, wanting to run a hand through Barry's hair.

"Morning, (y/n)," Barry replied, his eyes glimmering in the fluorescent light above you. You turned to the desk, grabbing your coffee and letting your notebook down. You leaned against the desk, sipping the caffeine and thanking its temporary warmth.

"Have you seen Iris's blog? It's starting to get really popular," you commented, frowning a little into the hot beverage in your hands. The steam rose, hitting your nose and tickling your senses. Barry felt the pressure of the cushion release as Caitlin wrote down his blood pressure ratio.

"I know. I've tried talking to her about it—" Barry began.

"As Flash," Caitlin scolded him, leaving him as she began to put the papers away. Barry grimaced, and you looked up at him.

"You went to talk to her as Flash?" You asked, something sour pulling at your heart strings. You cursed at yourself for realizing your envy. Nor Barry nor Flash were yours or had any obligation to you; why were you being so silly?

"It was just a thing of the moment," Barry assured you and Caitlin. Caitlin chewed on the base of her pen, glancing between you and Barry. You met her gaze and put a hand up in confusion.

"What?" You asked.

"Barry, you won't even admit you agreed to meet her again tonight?" Caitlin scoffed, her stare hardening on him. Barry let out a breath of frustration, not wanting you to find out. He never wanted you to think his attention was on Iris. When he awoke from his slumber, Barry had spent all his time with Iris and even admitted to all his friends that he loved her and needed her. And when he began to realize his affection for you, he regretted all his words. He regretted all the time he spent chasing a dream when there was one walking past him everyday. And he had noticed your fondness of him in the beginning and ignored it to try and get something he knew in his heart he would never have.

Barry knew from that day forward he had lost your eye, and everyday he was silently and quietly trying to get it back from you. And you were trying to forget it. You were trying, but every time Barry put on that suit or gave you a whiff of his citrus scent, you realized that you were failing miserably.

This is a story about two people who fell in love with each other and are too blind to even know it.

And there you were, trying desperately to hide your jealousy that Barry was meeting with Iris in his suit. You wanted to sink into the ground, your heart feeling heavy. For Barry to meet any girl like that must make her putty in his hands; you knew you always were.

"No, Caitlin, I'm just trying to get her to stop!" Barry protested, and you turned your back to Barry as you slowly made your way back to your lab. Barry let out breath through his nose as he glared at Caitlin. She glared right back.

"You know exactly what you're doing when you go and see her everyday. You're leading her on, Barry. You can't do that," Caitlin said softly. She had good intentions; she knew what was going on. Eddie and Iris were having couple-troubles, and the city's hero was coming to see her every night. And at the same time, you were dreaming about Barry's hands against your skin, and both of you seemed oblivious to the other's feelings. It was just a bad idea for Barry to be sneaking off and doing things like that. It wasn't good for either girl.

Barry watched as the door to your lab shut. You shrugged your lab coat on, pretending you didn't hear Caitlin's warning. You didn't want to think about Barry with Iris; it always hurt your heart. You decided to turn your attention to numbers and formulas and to science; at least the products in a chemical reaction could be determined, unlike life.

As you got back to work, Barry cursed under his breath, seeing that your smile was gone. He hated it when you weren't smiling; if you weren't smiling, then neither was he. But then he was contemplating something he hadn't before.

"Is . . . is she mad?" Barry wondered. Caitlin rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to speak before she was interrupted.

"Of course she's mad! Ella sola tiene ojos para ti*, my good friend," a voice said annoyed. Barry and Caitlin turned to see Cisco plopping down on his chair in front of the computer, sucking on a cheery lollipop. Barry didn't understand Spanish very well and only caught a few words.

(*She only has eyes for you)

"All I got is eyes," Barry said feeling a stupid. Caitlin pursed her lips as she turned to look at you. You were writing down your theories about the gas inside the tube, finishing your work. You pulled your goggles off, sitting down on a stool and doodling more notes into your notebook. You could feel eyes burning into the back of your head, but you refused to turn. You were too embarrassed to meet anyone's gaze.

"Oh, my God, Barry," Cisco mumbled, smiling to himself. Cisco was clueless sometimes when it came to women, but he wondered how anyone could not see how much Barry was infatuated with you, and you with him. It was the best comedy to watch in his opinion, to watch two brilliant people go dumb when it came to each other. He thought it kind of pathetic and sweet all at the same time.

All three heads turned to you as you opened the door to your lab, and you froze for a second at all the attention. You blushed a little, hating all the eyes on you. You checked your watch, and you met Barry's gaze.

"I think you're gonna be late for work," you reminded him simply, walking past all of them. You didn't realize how swift your walk was, and Barry got lost in your legs. His mind wasn't even processing what you said, and Caitlin had to shove him again and tell him to go to work.

You turned around before you left the Cortex, peeking your head around the doorway to watch Barry. He was looking at his feet and had a tension in his shoulders that told you he was thinking. He looked so handsome sitting there, his jaw clenched in thought and his fingers lacing through each other. You wondered what he was thinking about, but before you could come up with a theory, wind flew past your hair and the papers in your notebook were in the air. You turned back to look in the Cortex and noticed Barry was gone.

You sighed, realizing that day was another missed Barry opportunity. You wanted to just scream it at him now, yell it at him before he took another step in Iris's direction. You thought you were losing him, and he wasn't even yours. You wanted to shake it into him, just let off the weight in your shoulders and tell him how much you felt for him.

As Barry settled in his own lab, he had his own eyebrows scrunched in thought about you. Another missed opportunity to tell you that he was sorry for what he did to you in the past, and to tell you he felt something towards you that made him want to be anything but friends. That day, without even knowing it, Barry couldn't stop thinking about how ravishing you looked in those jeans. You were teasing him without even looking at him now. That couldn't be good for his heart.

As Caitlin and Cisco were left by themselves in the Cortex, Caitlin sat down on a nearby seat and sighed into the palms of her hands. The situation between you and Barry made her sad; if only you two were honest, then you two might be happy. You two might be able to figure out every problem in the universe, but you could never figure out each other. Maybe you two just needed a little push, one that would eliminate both the jealousy and tension that was building.

Cisco smiled stupidly, looking at Caitlin. "Oh, I don't like that look," she admitted, narrowing her eyes at him. He popped the lollipop out of his mouth, shaking his head.

"I have a really bad idea."

6:05 pm

You set all your notebooks to the side, letting out a breath. It was the end of the day, and you had stayed longer than normal because of you decided the data you were experimenting with could be done in a decent hour. You were right, but it took you about two hours longer than expected. Dr. Wells had come and begged you to go home, to take a shower and get rest.

You were packing up your things when someone knocked on the open door of your lab. You looked up, meeting Barry's gaze. He had a soft expression on, and he looked so handsome with a five o'clock shadow already around his cheeks. You couldn't help but smile; seeing him any hour of any day made you happy. Your smile prompted his own, and then you both were smiling messes in one another's presence.

"Hey, (y/n)," he said softly. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Just finished up some more data analysis. It wasn't too much work," you replied. "I get to come in late tomorrow now anyways."

Barry nodded at you. You put your purse over your shoulder, straightening out your blouse and sighing as you looked at Barry again. You looked at the time and pursed your lips.

"Looks like it's almost time for you to do some patrolling," you observed, stepping close to him to leave. Barry straightened up, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. He nodded, glancing at the suit in its case. You bit your lip, looking up at him. He was still looking at the suit until you had one hand on his cheeks. His skin was soft against your palm. His eyes quickly found yours, and you smiled sadly at him.

"Be carefully, Barry," you reminded him. You shut your eyes painfully, kissing him gently on his cheek. You pulled away, but before he could even speak or respond, you were hurrying out the door. You passed Caitlin quickly, but it was Cisco who caught a good glimpse at you as you disappeared into the elevator.

As Barry and Caitlin and Cisco met each other in the Cortex, Cisco pointed behind him to where you had just been.

"What happened? What'd you do?" Cisco asked, feeling a little anger well up in his chest. He had noticed the single tear that had made its way down your face, and he didn't like the fact that Barry might've hurt you. Bless Cisco's heart for caring so much about you. Barry, unaware you had shed a tear, stared at Cisco confused. Cisco sighed a little, biting on his nails as he sat down. "Nevermind, Barry. Just get the suit on, let's do this."

Your eyes didn't water because you were hurt or sad. You teared because you wanted so badly just to tell Barry; it was clawing at your throat to come out, and it was getting harder and harder everyday to just stay silent. How long would it be until you just let it all out?

It had been about an hour or two or silent patrolling at S.T.A.R. Labs. Caitlin was monitoring Barry's vitals while Cisco was scanning cameras and police radio frequencies for any major criminal activity. He kept glancing at Caitlin, until he finally muted the microphone that communicated to Barry's earpiece.

"Let's do it now," he said to Caitlin. She gave him a look, glancing at the monitors. She sighed, biting her lip before nodding her head. The frequencies were quiet, the streets were clear; what better time to initiate the plan then right now?

The microphone was unmuted, and Cisco took a breath before he spoke into it, trying to put on the best acting of his life. "Barry! Barry, you there?" His voice sounded shaky, a little frantic. Caitlin made a mental note to compliment him on his acting ability.

"What is it, Cisco? Is everything okay?" Barry responded.

"No, it's not. I-It's (y/n)," Cisco replied, giving Caitlin a thumbs up as he smiled. She gave him a shove, getting him to concentrate. Barry's voice came through, frantic and worried.

"What? What happened? Is she okay?" Barry urged, his breath hitching. Caitlin saw Barry's vitals spike, his blood pressure peaking just a little bit. His heart rate got a little a faster, the temperature of his body rising slightly. Nothing that was unordinary, but qualified the fear in his voice.

"I don't know, Barry. She sent an SOS through her phone, and she's not picking up," Cisco informed him. Barry cursed into the microphone.

"Where is she, dammit?"

"At home, Barry."

While Cisco and Barry were conversing, you were stepping out of the shower. You were dancing a little to the music coming from your phone. You stepped into your bedroom, dripping wet and holding your towel loosely underneath your arms. You wrapped the towel around your hair, slipping on black undergarments.

You decided to wear matching pajamas that night; black silk shorts with a matching black silk tank top. You sprayed a little body spray and lotion on, making your way into the living room still rocking to the beat of the music on your phone. You turned the TV on, letting the movie play in the background. The city lights illuminated at night lit up your living room and kitchen, giving you beautiful views of its night life. You liked this view; it was gorgeous.

You opened the fridge, still dancing to the music. You shut your eyes after you grabbed a bottle of water, shutting the fridge. You sighed as you leaned against its metals doors, imaging Barry's hands on yours as you two danced to the music. You imagined his hand sliding up your waist and guiding you to the middle of the floor, twirling you in circles and kissing you to the beat of the music, letting the rhythm of bass and voice spin the two of you into bliss.

"(y/n)! (y/n)! Are you okay? Where are you?" A voice cried out loudly. You opened your eyes and screamed, throwing your water bottle at the direction of the voice. You gasped loudly when you noticed Flash standing there, rubbing his chest where your water bottle had hit him. You put your hands over your mouth, letting out a cry as you breathed out in relief.

"Barry! What the hell? What are you doing here? You can't just come in here like that!" You said annoyed, pulling your hair out of the towel. You paced around your living room, tossing the towel onto the couch as you felt your breathing go back to normal. Barry frowned, looking around your apartment.

"What happened? What's the SOS? Are you okay? Did someone try to hurt you?" Barry threw questions at you, speeding his way over to you and examining your features. He had his mask on, but you noticed the worry in his eyes. He put his gloved fingers underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him as he scanned your face for cuts or bruises. You were lost in his gaze before you pushed him away from you gently.

"What the hell, Barry? I'm fine! What are you doing here?" You breathed, blinking away the trance you had just blinded yourself with. Barry talked into his ear, and you watched him carefully as you crossed your arms over your chest. You realized you were very exposed to Barry, the guy you were madly into. How convenient for you to be without pants and a proper shirt.

"Cisco? Cisco, hello? (y/n) says she's fine, what happened?"

No reply came to Barry, and he cursed under his breath. You shook your head in confusion.

"Cisco told you to come here?" You asked, tilting your head to look at Barry. He looked at you again, and you bit your lip as you finally got a good look at him in his suit. Like always, he looked so good in his suit, the fabric hugging his toned physique. He was so attractive; how could you not check him out?

"Yeah. He said you sent an SOS from your phone, that you weren't picking up. God, I was so worried—" He wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you close and hugging you. You relaxed in his grip, fingering the material of the suit as you put your forehead against his chest. He calmed against you, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He smelled the coconut from your shampoo, still fresh on your dampened hair.

"I'm fine, Barry. Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. I'm okay, I didn't send anything," you assured him, your voice mumbled against his chest. Barry pulled away gently, and you missed the warmth of his touch as he dropped his arms at his sides. You enjoyed the smile adorned on his masked face.

"Thank God. I was so worried about you," he admitted. You rolled your eyes and smiled, but knew it wouldn't cover up how red your cheeks were becoming.

"It's okay. I'm okay. Go back out. Go be a hero," you told him. Barry chuckled a little, nodding his head. He began to turn reluctantly, not wanting to leave. He suddenly forgot about Cisco's mistake, just thinking about how good you looked. You were relaxed and carefree in your pajamas, without makeup and ready to go to bed. He thought you looked content and cute, the smile on your face not helping him from leaving. He wanted to stay, spend time with you. He was alone with you. Could he finally tell you how he felt?

Barry reached up, shutting his communications off as he turned back to you. You were staring at your feet, expecting him to leave. You were thinking about the words that were gathering in your throat again, scratching at your mouth to let them out. You wanted to lift that weight off, put the burden down, take the pressure off. Your heart was aching for the release of those words of affection.

You looked up and realized Barry was still standing there. He was thinking, too, as he was biting his bottom lip and looking at your hands. You took a deep breath.

You might've always been the girl that was forgotten, but you always went for it anyway. Just because you weren't class president didn't mean you didn't run, just because you weren't prom princess didn't mean you didn't vote yourself into the competition. You miss all the opportunities you don't take. And a surge of confidence gnawed at you as you stepped closer to Barry.

Who the hell cared if Barry was in love with Iris? Who the hell cared if Barry liked every other girl on this planet and all the rest but you? You just wanted to feel his kiss, know what it felt like to caress him like you were his lover. You had a shot, and you decided to take it.

You reached up, grabbed the back of Barry's neck, and brought his masked face down to yours. You closed your eyes slowly, sighing deeply as your mouth met his. In a mold of perfection, your lips fit between his in a show of your love. You stayed that way until you needed to breathe, pulling apart. You didn't move far, only far enough to let your breath linger on his nose. Barry's eyes were shut, and he stood there still, his hands at his sides. The kiss had been too short for him to respond correctly, and he was still in shock at your gesture. He swallowed hard; was this even real?

Taking his silence and stillness as a sign, you loosened your grip on his neck. Barry's eyes opened quickly at the feeling of you separating from him, and his arms circled around your waist to keep you close. The gesture caught you off guard, and you gasped when he pulled you close to him. Now it was Barry's breath on your nose, and you took the opportunity to slip the mask off of his head. His chocolate hair, disheveled from the confinement of the mask, rested messily. His eyes glowed with love, and you took the opportunity to again kiss him.

This time, Barry registered what was happening and returned the kiss. You moved one of your hands up into his hair, gripping his gently as you kept him close to you. Your other hand moved down his neck and to his chest where you fingered the lightning bolt emblem. Barry held onto your waist as he kissed you tenderly, his eyes shut as he felt his heart grow heavy with happiness. There was nothing better than being that close to you.

You sighed again against Barry's lips, and he pulled away, licking his lips and out of breath.

"Oh, I've been wanting to do that for so long," you squeaked. You bit your lip as you pulled back to look at him, grabbing the collar of his suit in your fist. You relished in the fact that Iris would be alone. You didn't mean to seem so cruel, but Iris had Eddie and stood out due to her beauty and charisma; you wanted this moment to be yours. You wanted to have Barry all to yourself, and you wanted to be the only girl on his mind. That night, you decided, you would be the it-girl, and nobody could take that away from you.

With that confidence gnawing at your gut, you pulled yourself as close to Barry as possible, letting out a shaky breath against his skin.

"I love you," you whispered, barely audible. Barry thought he didn't hear you correctly. Was it the TV that was still playing? Was somebody else there? But no, it had come from you, and the words were like the sweetest poem.

He gripped you tight, brushing his lips against yours before kissing you again.

"I love you more," Barry uttered between kisses. Suddenly, your confidence was kissing him aggressively, pushing him down onto the couch behind him. The back of his legs hit the edge, and he sat down gently. You were falling with him, legs on either side of him as you settled in his lap. Barry could not believe what he was experiencing; you were like a smooth, sexy animal in his lap, and he could not believe that it was you. He couldn't have been more intrigued and in love.

You held his face in your hands tight, pulling his neck gently as you met his mouth again. Barry shut his eyes, his hands roaming low on your back as he held you closer. You laughed between kisses, tingling as the sexual arousal between the two of you seemed to be growing, slowly but surely. Barry had bottled up his frustration of affection for you, and now it was coming out in kisses and the tightness of his grip. You had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now you were living in it. You loved the way he felt against you, and your heart begged for more.

You tilted your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You opened your mouth to breathe, and Barry captured your lips in a hot frenzy of wet kisses. You let out a sweet noise as he bit down on your bottom lip gently, and Barry felt a knot growing in the pit of his stomach at the sound. You opened your mouth again to breathe, and Barry again took it as a sign to deepen the kiss more, his tongue meeting yours. You sighed in his grip, becoming putty in his arms like you imagined all the girls before you. But you weren't thinking about the other girls before you; that night was your night. It was your time to shine and your time to be the center of attention, and Barry's lap was quickly becoming the best stage you'd ever been on.

"Oh, Barry," you moaned. You had never made a sound like that before, and Barry had never heard a moan sound as hot as yours. He shifted you in his lap, settling you down on your back on the couch's cushions and lowering himself between your legs. You crossed your feet behind his back, pulling him down on top of you. Barry held himself up on his elbows, breathing hard as he looked down at you.

"Mmm . . . this is wrong, Barry, shouldn't we . . . shouldn't we go on a date or something?" You stuttered. Barry's mouth was kissing along your jaw, his wet lips leaving a trail of glistening skin as explored your body. Barry didn't respond, just began feeling for the sweet spot of your neck. He found it, just underneath your left ear. He had kissed the base of your jaw, and you dug your nails into his suit a little at the feeling. He took that as a sign, and he let his supple lips do the magic.

Barry's hands pulled your tank top up as he moved the pads of his fingers up your stomach. Your skin felt like it was on fire everywhere he touched, and you squirmed underneath him. Barry chuckled against your neck, and you arched your back as Barry's kisses began moving to your collarbone.

Your skin felt like silk underneath Barry's fingertips, and he tried to memorize the curves of your body. His breath tickled your senses as he began kissing just below your ribcage, the wetness of his mouth so low on your body making you swallow hard and nervously. To hell with the dreams you had, Barry's kisses were heaven.

"Barry," you uttered, tugging at his chin. He slid back up your body, but not before kissing you soft on your neck again. His gaze met yours, and he shook his head at the attractiveness of your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Are you okay? Am I going too fast?" He asked sweetly, brushing your hair behind your ears. He began to plant small butterfly kisses against your temple and cheek, his breath hot against your already burning skin. His hips lowered, meeting yours and making you both groan in satisfaction. 

"You do a lot of things fast," you laughed, putting his lips to yours again. The kiss was soft and short, but you felt the hunger in his passion. Barry wanted more, and you were willing to give it to him. You had waited too long to do this, and now it was becoming difficult to stop. How could you ever stop? You never wanted the moment to end.

Barry had always imagined you in his arms, he always imagined how attractive you could be. But he never knew you were such a master of seduction. Barry knew that if you asked him to crawl to your bedroom, he would do it just to kiss you again. He knew he would've done anything you'd ask him to.

Barry smiled down at you, and you reached your hand up to unzip the front of his suit. You bit your lip, exposing his muscular chest. You reached your hands inside, the suit falling off of Barry's shoulders. You had done this so many times before, but only when Barry was laying in S.T.A.R. Labs after he had gotten hurt; you knew exactly how to take the suit off. Barry was biting his lip in anticipation, watching as you slowly pulled the suit down lower. He shrugged his arms out of it, settling back down above you and capturing your gaze again. The two of you couldn't stop looking at each other.

You grabbed the back of his neck again, pulling him down to kiss you. You pulled away reluctantly, the tension between your bodies almost unbearable now. Barry's left hand was on your thigh now, and he was squeezing your skin gently. You whimpered a little, one of your hands already halfway down his bare chest.

"I imagine," you began, kissing Barry soft again. "I imagine that running isn't the only thing you do fast, Barry."

Barry's eyebrows raised at the thought, and you bit your lip in innocence as he chuckled at you. Your cheeks went pink, and Barry began to kiss your shyness away. He squeezed you closer to him, and you nipped at his ear as he kissed the base of your jaw.

"You're right," Barry replied, his breath hot against your ear. You shivered at his words, gripping his shoulder tighter as his hand began to ride up higher on your thigh.

"Running isn't the only thing I do fast, baby, and now you're about to find out."

Oh, shoot, that was steamy as hell. Tell me what you think! A part two of one of my other imagines is coming soon. But until then, let me know how you thought this was. It was fun to write, haha.

Love, B