the morning after meme

[memepasta]

THE MORNING AFTER MEME



Last night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened.

HOW THIS WORKS;

+ Comment with your character. Information and preferences best be included!
+ Someone replies.
+ Shit may or may not hit the fan, that is entirely up to you. You might even want to go for round 2, round 3 etc. etc.
+ Tag around!
+ Have fun and be excellent to each other!

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[bloggings]

[So they had sex.

That happened.

Twice.

It's a long and convoluted story, that starts with her break up with Eddie and ends months later with Barry stumbling his way through what she's pretty sure was meant to be asking her out on an actual date and she just rolled her eyes and grabbed him by the arm to pull him to dinner. The middle is a minefield of broken trusts and rediscovering their friendship and sometimes hurtful words and more apologies than she cares to count.

Iris wakes up in a room she knows pretty well but one that she hasn't spent the night in since they were teenagers. And never, ever like this. For starters, she had her clothes on the last time she slept in this room down the hall from her bedroom and while she did wake up cuddled up to Barry the last time, this is different. The weight of Barry's arm around her waist is completely different and for a brief moment, she thinks her dad would flip out if he caught them in here.

Or start planning the wedding. It's really hard to tell.

Iris watches him sleep for a few moments before that's boring, or she just wants to see his smile or maybe not that she's got permission to kiss him whenever and wherever she wants, she's going to. So she does, dropping a row of kisses along the shoulder she's been leaning against.]

Barry. Bear Bear. [Yep, she's blowing on his face to wake him up. That's happening. She's actual a seven year old.] Baaarrry.

[metre]

( sex with iris is steadily approaching being one of barry's favorite pastimes.

he's almost embarrassed to say that he's thought about it -- literally countless times -- before, but it isn't all that shocking when she's been the source of his every fantasy ever since he went through puberty and started to wonder what her skin might taste like, hot and sweaty. but even the action of it was never really -- well, he can't say he didn't want that, but the true fantasy sits now, where iris is in his arms and he feels like time is going even slower than normal, like if he slows down the way he speeds up, he might be able to just live in this moment forever. he'd be fine, breathing her scent in like a life support, fingers curled loosely on the warm caramel of her side while he sleeps, snoring. but the cute kind of snores, not the ugly ones. be glad he isn't drooling. )

Hnngfhh? ( he wakes up pretty easily, though, bringing up a hand before even opening his eyes and waving her breath out of his face only to realize that isn't exactly possible -- delirious in his sleepy fog, his eyes open up in confusion, staring at iris with a bewildered expression before he just. smiles, a slow and sickeningly sweet smile, the back of his hand falling to cover his eyes like he actually can't look at her, or he's sure he'll start crying at how beautiful she is, how perfect. how this has been a dream of his forever, not the sex but the waking up with her, their smiles reflecting each other, his skin warmed by hers. he loves her he loves her, and he laughs in between ducking a yawn into his shoulder, squeezing iris' sides and pulling her into his chest. )

Nice, it wasn't a dream. Nice! ( he's exhausted, don't tell him he said this out loud. )

[bloggings]

[If he starts crying the morning after they have sex for the first time-- she's leaving. That's it. Iris has a high tolerance for Barry Allen and his shenanigans but that would be too far.

She blinks at him for a moment before she bursts out laughing. It wasn't a dream. No, it certainly was not and she feels it even more when he pulls her closer. One of her legs slips over his and Iris is leaning over him, her hair falling over them like a curtain before she gives him a proper good morning kiss.]

Better or worse than your dreams?

[metre]

( even if she might be laughing at him, barry still likes the sound of it, still closes his eyes and dopily grins himself while his hands traverse the her warm sides, in ways he could only dream about in times prior. he can feel her, alive and real under his fingertips, and although the lightning may not have ever truly gone out in barry, he thinks he can feel a fire within iris all the same, thrumming beneath the surface, her heart pitter-pattering against her chest and radiating off barry's.

he gives her a look at that question, though, the one that says seriously?, while a hand moves up to brush her hair behind her ear, lingering to cup her cheek. )

Psh, do you even have to ask? ( his eyes glitter while he looks at her, the very epitome of everything he loves in this world, the reason why he gets up in the morning and fights to protect the city he loves. it's for her, it's for her safety, it's so he can keep doing this -- pushing himself up to lay a kiss of his own on her, nuzzling their noses thereafter. ) Better, of course. Way, way better. Infinity times better.

casually tags back a month later

[bloggings]

[Good thing he likes the sound of her laugh because she's going to spend the rest of their lives laughing at him. Or with him. With him is definitely the word she meant to use there.

Iris smiles back at him, sure that she's blushing when his hand touches her cheek and he leans in to claim another kiss. For some time, she's been intimidated by Barry's feeling for her. Because it's a joke right now but what if she really doesn't live up to his expectations? What if he's got something wrong in that silly head of his and she's so much better at being a best friend than a girlfriend.

God, no wonder Barry was so worried about this.]

I already put out, Bear. You don't have to flatter me that much.

[But yeah, it doesn't hurt to say that she rocked his world and Barry gets another kiss as a reward. And a little bit of a gropage along his side.]

You weren't so bad yourself, you know. Especially that uh-- [Iris licks her lips and hesitates because she wants to phrase 'you're like a human vibrator' in a delicate way.]

Thing you did. With your fingers.

LMF me af

[metre]

( well, he's a big fan of iris kisses, so feel free to do them at your leisure, west. it's a hopeless sort of love barry has for her -- impossible, the kind that only exists in fairytales and the few and far between romancey 80s movies, but it's true enough. it doesn't matter how good she is because she's iris and she's the only thing barry has ever known how to want -- and he accepts her, he loves her, flaws and all. ( what flaws though, really? ) )

Pfffft, well. ( he laughs, a little from nervousness, a little because he can't believe iris is saying that to him -- but mainly because yeah. that thing with his fingers wasn't so bad on his end of things either.

look at his face though, iris. can you see the bad joke steadily approaching? )

I'm glad you came ~ ♫