West-Allen Babymoon Adventures; Project Paradise

Couple's Salon Therapy

                                                                     (Co-written by NoraXSWest-AllenFam)

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Streaks of glistening purple gracefully glided across a pale backdrop as it left a beautiful sea of colors behind, a magical mixture of violet and shining silver sparkles dancing on the artist’s canvas with each of her eloquent brushstrokes.

One followed by another, until soon the entirety of the picture was fully transformed into a beautiful painting of violet, the purple and silver accents seeming to capture the artist’s smiling reflection as she placed the last finishing touches on her work, looking approvingly at what may have been one of her best masterpieces yet.

“ Now that’s what I call schway,” Iris beamed proudly to herself, watching the noon sunlight glint off of her freshly painted nails as she admired them, thinking about her daughter, the person who had taught her just how to do this amazing technique (one which she’d actually taught to her brother too) with each and every stroke.

Though that’s only a tiny part of the infinite reasons that she’s going to be so special.

“ See, I told you they’d look great,” Iris commented from her comfy pedicure chair, watching as her husband carefully leaned over her shoulder, his gaze quickly falling upon her colorfully painted handiwork.

“They look amazing, and they honestly resemble Nora’s perfectly. But to be fair, everything looks great when you’re both as beautiful of women as you two are,” Barry replied, smiling brightly over at his lover, the palms of his sweaty hands uncomfortably rubbing the sides of his navy blue jeans. 

Don’t get him wrong, Barry loved doing everything with Iris, including helping her with anything make-up and or clothing wise she needed (even if he was mostly clueless as to what said help would really be entailing), but that didn’t stop his hands from getting slightly clammy at the thought of even trying to sit around and do nothing. Because, needless to say, anytime he quote and quote “tried” to relax, things tended to get chaotic. Specifically that of a certain yellow-suited speedster, though it was far from excluded to just him.

“Well, you do tend to bring that out in me,” Iris smiled back, happily, as she took one of his tense hands in her own and gently squeezed it, the sensation of his wife’s touch slowly easing some of the pressure pulsing through his shaky fingertips.

You just do a lot by being you. And being here, with me.

“But, um, wouldn’t it be better if you were actually doing this with me?” Iris asked, with a hopeful optimism that she knew was sadly misplaced by the moment she saw her husband’s skeptical expression. 

But if anyone’s going to get him to have a good time, it’ll be me. And her too.

The glossy white walls of the hotel’s glorious spa house, one of the main attractions that it advertised to anyone in sight at the place’s front desk, sparkled with their almost pearl-like gleam.

Fellow guests and employees dressed in fancy formal white aprons milled all around the spa in small groups, providing gentle background noise that seemed somehow peaceful in its tone, an effect the place hoped to have on all of its visitors.