Fanfic One Shots

The Flash

***I do not own The Flash or any characters/places mentioned. I also do not own DC or The CW.***

I wake to a pair of arms lifting me off of the couch. They are strong arms. Familiar arms. I push them away instantly. In that moment, I don't care about anything. I don't care that I'm in a tank top and my underwear. I don't care that I haven't showered in three days and that my hair looks beyond greasy. I don't care that my eyes are red and swollen from too little sleep and too much crying. All I feel is an overwhelming sense of relief that he's here and rage because he's been gone. For three fucking days. And I haven't heard a word from him. I stand and stare at him. He stares back. I watch him take in my too thin frame because I've been too sick with worry to eat. Good. I hope the bastard feels bad. I can tell that he does by the look on his face as he takes in the rest of my state. He raises a hand and takes a step forward. I take a step back and wrap my arms around myself defensively. He drops his hand and has the grace to look remorseful. We stare at each other for a few more minutes. I guess I'll be speaking first.
"Where the fuck were you?" I croak.
God, I sound awful.
"Baby-"
"No. You don't get to call me that right now."
He puts his head in his hands.
"I had to go to Starling City with Caitlyn and Cisco. I wanted to contact you, but every time I tried things got crazier. I'm so sorry."
I can see the sincerity on his face. I can hear it in his voice. But I don't care.
"You were gone for three day. That's 72 hours. You mean to tell me that in all of that time, you couldn't call me? Or have Caitlyn or Cisco do it for you since you were so busy?" I spit at him.
His face tells me that he knows I'm right.
"Jesus, Barry. It's not like I needed you to talk to me for hours. Just a quick 'Hey, I have Flash business in Starling City, be back soon'." I'm yelling by now. "You can't keep doing this shit to me, Barry."
My voice cracks at the end, my livid facade broken. He takes another step forward and I take another one back. I know that as soon as he touches me I'm done. I'll be reduced to more tears. I tear my gaze away from him and look at our bedroom door.
"I've been sick with worrying about you. And you wouldn't answer your damn phone."
My voice cracks again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I hear the familiar whoosh and he's in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. And that's it. The dam breaks. A sob escapes my lips without my permission. I feel his arms begin to wrap around me. I try to fight him. I hit him in the chest with all the strength I can muster, but he's stronger. Before I can even blink he is sitting on the couch with me cradled against his chest. And now the tears fall with no restraint. I sob loudly and violently into his chest. It's ugly and I don't give a shit. I let out all of the worry, tension and anger that has consumed me over the past three days. Wisely, he does not say a word. He holds me, gently rocking me and stroking my greasy hair. I don't know how much time has passed when my sobs finally stop. He wraps both of his arms around me and rests his chin on my head. I let my hands sit limp in my lap. He stays silent.
"Why would you do that to me, Barry?" I whisper.
Silence. Finally, he speaks up.
"I'm so, so, so sorry, Vanessa." He says into my hair.
I don't know what to do with his sorry. The only thing that escapes my lips is a laugh. A crazy, strangled, sleep deprived laugh. Then I find my words.
"Do you know what I've been doing the past three days?" I ask.
More silence.
"I've been watching the news. I've been streaming the news from neighboring cities. Including Starling City. No mention of you anywhere. I've been scanning the Internet for for global headlines. I've been calling your phone. Monitoring as many The Flash blogs as I can for sightings. Looking for SOMETHING that would let me know that you're alive. I've been answering calls from Joe and Iris looking for you. I've been living in a perpetual hell for 72 hours, thinking that I would never see you again. And all you can say is that you're fucking sorry. "
I'm yelling again and another sob escapes.
"Vanessa, I did not mean to do that to you. Baby, I am more sorry than you can possibly know."
He takes a deep breath. It's shaky. I can hear tears in his voice. It tugs at my heart but I am so fucking mad right now.
"In hindsight, you're right. I could have contacted you. But what we were doing, what we were helping Oliver with... It doesn't matter right now, I can tell you about it later. I just felt like I couldn't shift my attention from it or I would ruin the whole thing..."
His voice trails off. I sit in silence on him this time.
"I knew you would be mad when I got home, hell, you deserve to be. But I've never seen you like this... It was never my intention to make you feel like this, please believe me."
I sigh and relax into him. His grip around me tightens. I know that being the flash is hard on him and extremely hard to balance that part of his life with his normal life. That's why some of my anger dissipates.  But damn, he wrote me off. For three days. That's not acceptable. Well, he knows that now if he didn't before. 
"I thought I messed up too badly when you wouldn't let me touch you..." He whispers.
"Barry, the only way I'll leave you is if you pull this shit again."
I feel him relax and whistle out a breath.
"I'm so sorry." He says again.
"I forgive you. I'm sorry I hit you."
I allow myself to wrap my arms around his neck and another sob makes it's way past my lips.
"I thought I lost you." I sob.
Somehow, his grip around me tightens even more.
"I'm ok, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." He whispers. He holds me tightly, rocking me again, telling me that he's here every couple minutes until I calm down again,
"Will you shower with me?" I ask.
And suddenly we're in the bathroom. He turns the water on then faces me. He takes my clothing off and then his while the water warms up.
"I love you so much." He whispers and kisses my forehead. I sigh and close my eyes.
"I love you, Barry Allen."
He pulls me into the shower and under the water. I sigh again as the warm water loosens my tense muscles. Barry moves behind me and begins massaging my neck and shoulders. I groan at how good it feels.
"What was so important in Starling City?" I ask.
"Not now. We can talk about it tomorrow. I want to take care of you tonight."
"Are y-"
"I'm fine, baby. Please relax." He says and kisses my temple. He moves to my front and grabs my shampoo. He gently massages some into my scalp. My eyes fall shut and I listen to him and relax. He's here. He's ok.
"I didn't want you to see me like this. I'm a mess." I tell him.
His hands leave my hair and he cradles my face between them.
"I don't give a shit how you look. You are still the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. I was just glad that you were here when I got home."
He kisses my forehead again and resumes washing my hair. He grabs my chin and tilts my head back under the water. He gently rinses my hair, then conditions it with the same care. Once he finishes I grab his body wash. Then a washcloth off of the holder on the wall just outside of the shower. I squirt some of the body wash onto it and he tries to take it from me.
"No. Please let me." I beg softly.
He drops his hands and watches me. I can't place the emotion on his face. I start with his chest, rubbing slow circles into him, washing away the past three days. I move to his arms. Then move down to his stomach. I move down farther, gently washing his thighs. I hear him suck in a quick breath. I kneel and wash the rest of his legs. I stand back up and look into his eyes as my hand travels to where I've been wanting to touch him. My fingertips barely graze him when he grabs my hands and pulls them away. My heart sinks. He brings my hands up to his mouth and kisses them both to take the sting out of his rejection. He takes the washcloth from me and switches spots with me so that he's under the water. I don't want him to see any more tears but him rejecting me hurt and I can't stop them. This on top of the past three days is too much. I feel a light kiss on my shoulder, then hear him washing his hair. After a few minutes I smell my body wash. His hand is on my shoulder turning me around.
"Your t- Baby, what's wrong?" He asks when he sees my face. I take a deep breath.
"Why did you stop me?"
He looks at me and begins washing my body. I look down not wanting to meet his eyes. He continues washing my body. My arms, under my arms, my chest, under my breasts. My breath hitches at his touch. His hand stills for a second before he continues. It's been two weeks since the last time we made love. Not by my choice. The last time he got a little too excited and moved a little too fast. I ended up very sore and with a nasty bruise on my shoulder. It wasn't that bad. But, he hasn't tried anything and won't let me start anything since then. But I need him now...
"I don't deserve anything from you right now." He whispers.
He's almost done washing my body. The only place he hasn't washed is between my legs. I can see the battle in his head on his face. Finally, he reaches down and washes my inner thigh on my right leg. He gently moves up and reaches my core. I can't help it, I moan at the contact. Just from his hand, sheathed by the washcloth touching me. I blush, close my eyes tight and cover my mouth. His hand moves down to my left thigh. When he's done one hand grasps the back of my head. He presses his lips to the top of my head.
"Shhhh. I know." He says sadly.
He pushes me under the water to rinse off. Once I'm suds free I'm suddenly completely dry and dressed in a fresh tank top and pair of underwear. Somehow, my hair is completely dry too. I'll never understand how he does that. I look over and see him wearing a pair of boxer briefs. My eyes rake greedily over his tall, lean muscled frame. They linger on his collar bones, abdomen, the v of his hips and the bulge in his briefs. I look back at his face and see him watching me with a pained expression.
His eyes close as he takes a deep breath. I take advantage of him not being able to see me and cross the small space between us and wrap my arms around his waist.
"Barry, you deserve everything that I can give you and more. I overreacted, I was just so worried-"
One of his arms wraps around me and he shushes me with his index finger.
"You didn't. I deserved worse and I don't deserve you." He says as he wraps his other arm around me and holds me tight against him.
"Barry Allen, don't you dare go on a self righteous, I have to leave you for your betterment rampage. I won't have it."
I feel him chuckle.
"I wouldn't dare. You need sleep, baby."
He picks me up and carries me at a normal pace to our bed and tucks me in. In a flash he's on his side of the bed laying down and facing me.
"Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now." I whisper as I scoot closer to him. God my voice sounds so husky, it's embarrassing. He allows me to scoot all the way over to him. He reaches up and holds my face in both of my hands.
"Vanessa, you are the most precious thing in this world to me. I love you. With all of my heart. I can NOT hurt you again."
I look into his eyes. I understand how he's feeling, but we both have needs. And I feel like I could combust right now. I'm sure he feels the same.
"Baby, how many times did we have sex before and nothing happen? It won't happen again, I trust you. With my life." I plead with him. I know that my need is apparent in every way it can be but I don't care. I hope it helps me. He closes his eyes again and breathes in deeply. I lean forward quickly and press my lips against his. He immediately has me at arms length.
"Baby, I can't..." He says, his voice strained.
I bury my face in my hands and am reduced to tears for the hundredth time over the past few days. I hear him groan in frustration as he pulls me back into his arms.
"Vanessa, I want you too, so badly I can hardly stand it. But I can't hurt you again. I can't."
"Barry, please." I say. I'm not above begging at this point. He sucks in a breath in surprise. I don't think he was prepared for begging. He buries his face in my hair. I pounce. I grab his face in between my hands and kiss his cheek.
"Barry, please."
I kiss an earlobe.
"Please, baby."
I kiss his neck. I get a soft moan out of him and I think I may have a chance. I continue to kiss his neck, spending time softly licking and sucking at his sweet spot. I get more soft, suppressed moans from him. I move my mouth back to his ear.
"Barry, make love to me. Please." I beg again.
He's still and silent for a moment. I think he's going to deny me again until finally he pulls my face towards his with a groan deep in his throat.
"You don't fight fair." He whispers right before his lips meet mine. His mouth consumes mine. He's everywhere. He parts my lips with his tongue. I open them further to let him in. I moan as he explores my mouth. The kisses are urgent but so sweet and gentle. He shifts so that I am underneath him and he supports his weight on his elbows. He showers my face with kisses. My forehead, eyelids, temples, nose, cheeks, jaw... I keep my eyes closed relishing each touch. He moves down to my neck. My eyes fly open and I gasp at the feeling. His mouth continues to travel south, going down my chest, kissing from shoulder to shoulder. Then down to my breasts. My hands grip at the sheets. He takes my right nipple into his mouth as he gently massages my left breast. He continues to gently suckle my right nipple and I moan when he rolls it between his teeth. He then switches his mouth to my left nipple, repeating what he did to the right. His mouth goes down to my stomach, kissing all the way across, then down to my hips. He ignores the spot that's aching for his attention the most. He begins kissing, licking, and sucking at my left thigh, then my right. Finally he reaches the apex of my thighs. He gives me feather light kisses up and down my slit. Then I feel his tongue just barely run across my clit.
"Ah." I moan.
I feel him smile against me as he applies more pressure with his tongue on my clit. I can't even describe it. He runs his tongue up and down my slit. When he gets back to my clit, he kisses it.
"Oh, Barry."
One of my hands finds it's way to the back of his head holding him there. He continues to kiss me, then uses his tongue again. My grip on his hair tightens as I moan again. He's so good. He runs it down to my entrance and slips it in.
"Barry." I whimper.
He moves it back up to my clit. I feel a finger enter me slowly. He begins pumping it in and out as he continues to lick me. The combination of both sensations is incredible. He adds another finger and increases his speed. Then, he gently sucks on my clit.
"Ah! Barry!" I cry out.
He continues to suck and starts pumping into me faster. I'm a quivering, moaning mess as he continues his ministrations. He lightly kisses my clit and begins licking again. And that's it, I feel my muscles clamping around his fingers and instead of pumping his fingers he begins curling them inside of me, drawing out my orgasm as he continues to lick me. My legs begin to relax and I release his hair. He gives me one last kiss and crawls back up my body. He rests on his elbows again and leans his forehead against mine.
"Oh my God, Barry." I breath.
He smiles and presses his lips against mine sweetly.
"Lay on your back. It's your turn." I tell him, pushing on his chest.
He does as he's told. I begin my slow journey down his body, starting at his neck. I kiss slowly down to his chest and graze each nipple with my teeth. I earn a moan in the back of his throat. Fuck, he's so sexy. I continue down his ribs and kiss each of his abs. Then the v of his hips. I kiss along the waistband of his boxer briefs and then pull them off, slowly revealing his length. I drop them on the floor on top of my thong. I didn't even notice him take it off. I keep my eyes on him as I kiss the tip of his penis and let my tongue lightly run over it. His mouth goes slack as he watches me. I kiss from the bottom of his shaft to the tip and then run my tongue from the tip to the bottom before I repeat the process. When I get back to the top I take his tip into my mouth. His mouth falls all the way open and his eyes roll back into his head. I suck as I let it pop out of my mouth. I take him half way in this time and suck as I come back up.
"Fuck." He hisses. It sends a thrill through me.
I take him completely in, every last inch and stay there for a second before I come back up to the tip and swirl my tongue around it. He sits up a bit and puts a hand on the back of my head. I take a deep breath and take him completely again. He tightens his grip on my head and holds me there. I relax my throat and close my eyes, wanting to stay there as long as I can. He pulls me back up and pushes me back down. I would do anything for this man with him moaning the way he is. It's the sexiest thing I have ever heard. He holds me down a little too long and I gag a bit, he quickly pulls me up letting me breathe.
"Sorry, baby." He breathes.
I don't respond, I just take him back into my mouth. I bob my head up and down, reveling in the sounds he's making. I'm not worried about him cumming now. I mean, he's The Flash. He'll be hard again and ready to go in a few minutes. I increase my speed and I feel him pulsing inside my mouth. He's close. I focus my attention on just the head, the most sensitive spot.
"Fuck, Vanessa."
I look up at him and his eyes are screwed shut, his hands balled into fists holding onto the sheets. I love pleasing this man. I suck harder and faster.
"Baby." He breathes.
He grabs my hair to pull me up but I take him all the way in again and suck as hard as I can. That seals the deal. I feel him spilling into the back of my throat. I take everything he gives and sit up and look at him. He gives me a small smile as he pulls me back up his body. He turns us both on our sides facing each other. He pulls me flush against him and wraps one arm around my waist, the other hand cups my face as he kisses me. Soft, sweet kisses that turn more urgent and passionate with the one that follows. I run my hands up and down his strong back, letting my nails rake softly across. He pulls his lips away from mine and places his forehead on mine as a shudder runs through his body. We hold each other and breathe for a moment.
"I'm so afraid I'm going to hurt you again." He whispers.
I kiss his forehead and pull his face up so I can look into his eyes.
"You won't. I know you won't." I tell him with as much conviction as I can muster.
He inhales and kisses me again. I can feel him twitching to life again. He starts to turn me onto my back as he continues kissing me. He gently lays his full weight on top of me and positions himself. He pulls his face away from mine and looks into my eyes as he slowly sinks into me. His breath whistles through his teeth as he completely buries himself in me. I moan loudly at the feeling of him stretching me but I keep my eyes open so I can look at him. He pulls out maddeningly slow and pushes back into me at the same pace. It feels so damn good but I want more. Of everything. I'm suddenly overcome by the depth of feeling that I have for this man. I want to be even closer to him.
"Barry," I whisper, "Hold me, please." My voice waivers at the end.
He turns us back onto our sides and grabs my left leg and hitches it on his hip. He wraps left arm around my waist and holds me as close to him as he can and still be able to move. He uses his right hand to trail his fingertips up and down my side. He brings his fingertips even lower down my hip, my thigh, my calf, my foot... I shiver and his fingertips make their way back up, repeating the process over and over. He starts to move again, still slowly and looks into my eyes. He's only touching me with his fingertips but it feels like he's setting my skin on fire everywhere he touches. He continues his slow torture, moving in and out of me slowly and sweetly. I wrap my arms around him and surrender to his rhythm. We look at each other the whole time, both of our breathing quickening.
"God, baby, you're so wet." He whispers then let's out a soft moan.
"Oh, Barry." I moan.
I'd forgotten how good he is. I feel him hit that sweet spot deep inside of me.
"Right there," I tell him urgently, "Yes, yes, yes." I moan as he increases his speed fractionally.
"Yeah, baby?" He whispers
The feeling of his fingers tracing my body, the slow, slow build up happening inside me and looking into his eyes is driving me crazy. I am all sensation, I can't think of anything but him, nothing else exists. He keeps hitting that spot square on. Tears prick my eyes, it's so good. I tilt my hips to meet him.
"Shit, Vanessa," He moans "Ah, fuck!"
He speeds up a little more, but is still pushing into me at an agonizing pace. It's making the sensation and the orgasm that's coming even more intense.
"Oh my God, baby." I whimper.
"Are you close?" He whispers and kisses my temple.
"Yes, fuck!" I yell.
I can't stop now, moans are tumbling out of my mouth mixed in with his name, getting louder as my orgasm gets closer. I can tell that he's close and trying to hold on for me, his moans are coming out almost as frequently as my own. He starts moving faster.
"Come on, baby." He growls in my ear.
I'm done. We cum at the same time, calling out each other's names. As much as it sucked and as much as I hated it, having not done it for the last two weeks made this time so intense. We both needed this tonight. He's still holding me, kissing my neck as I whimper from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Once I'm back from the high he just gave me, I'm still panting. I stroke his hair, not wanting to move. He lifts his head and looks at me. We lock eyes and just stare for a minute. He tucks my hair behind my ear and strokes my face.
"I love you." He says and plants a soft kiss on my lips.
He pulls out of me slowly and is suddenly in front of me with a small towel.
"Thank you." I blush.
He waits and then takes it away and is back before I know he's left. He gets back in bed and pulls my back to his front and cradles me to him.
"I love you too, Barry. More than you know."
He kisses my hair and we both drift off into a peaceful sleep for the first time in three days.