Fastest Woman Alive (Barry Allen - The Flash Story)

Chapter 8

"How is that possible? I didn't show you that one" I ask. "I-I don't know. I need to talk to Iris."

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I know I am asleep, well waking up now. Why do I feel someone stroking my face? I open my eyes and scream at the sight of Barry staring at me. He screams back until he snaps back into reality. "It's just me," he says. "Stop being a creep!" I yell.

"Really? A creep?!" he yells back. "Yes, you were watching me sleep. What do you want" I ask. "I wanted to see you," he says, "is that a crime now?" I nod, "well, yeah given our situation. Don't do that! It's not fair to let me in like that." "Do we always argue like this?" he asks. "Not so much arguing, but yes. I supposed that's what happens when two people experience the same thing and essentially are the same person."

I lay back down and turned my back to him, "what did you and Iris talk about?" I hear him shuffling to sit back in his chair. "I told her about the memory I had," he said. "And?"

"She was hurt and confused. I told her about us meeting Linda and Max too" he replies. "I know how hard it is to find out the man you love has a whole other life." He lets out a soft laugh, "funny, she said she knows how you feel now."

"She wants me to be sure about which life I want." I turn to face him, "what does that mean?" He bites his lip, "it means that...." He pauses for what feels like eternity. He gets out of his chair and motions for me to scoot over. When I do, he lays down next to me. "It means that I should explore what I feel... for you"

I choke on my spit and begin having a coughing fit. "Don't die on me now" he says, through laughter while patting my back. "What do you feel for me?" I ask after regaining composure. I look at his face as he gets more comfortable in the bed. He brings his hand to my face and caresses it, "I'm not sure entirely, but I feel strong feelings for you."

I nod. "Like....?" He shrugs, "like I don't know, okay." I hum, "fine." His eyes darken as he stares at me, "I expected more of a fuss." "Sorry to disappoint" I reply, frustration beginning to build. "Not disappointing, just surprising that you are capable of not pestering me." "Pester?" I ask, sitting up in bed. "I do not pester," I say. "Sure" he replies, through laughs. "You do not even know me" I yell, swinging my legs over him to get out of the bed. "I do not know all of you, but," he sits up and moves my face to look at him, "I'm starting to. What I know so far, I like."

His lips are inches away from mine. He moves my leg, so that I am straddling him. "Do you?" I ask, leaning closer to his lips. "Yes" he whines. Not being able to control myself any longer, I crash my lips onto his.