From the window, the world seemed grey and dreary. The moody clouds covered the sky, making the day- you know this because you checked the clock- seem dark and full of despair. Everything was wet and cold. Central City, who was normally dressed in sunshine and clear skies, did not look good with thunderstorms and April showers.
But, you saw something else when it rained. When it rained, you were in awe. The water falling down from the heavens was a miracle. You would always call in sick from work or school or whatever the hell you were doing, and just sit in front of the window and watch it rain.
And that is what you were, like always. Except, now, you're not alone.
"What do you see out there, Y/N?" Barry Allen, lifetime-bestfriend-slash-secret-crush-slash-the-Flash-slash-everyday-goofball, teased. He already knew of your fascination with rainy days. It was like his with the Particle Accelerator that was finally turning on later in the year.
You whispered, "Rain."
He smiled at your giddiness. He smiled at your natural beauty. He smiled at your smile. He smiled at your everything.
"Well no bloody shit, Sherlock."
"Shut it!" You hissed, annoyed he kept bringing up the fact you were born in Britain before you moved to the States when you were six. You remember that awfully cute accent you had in elementary school, and how everyone would just coo at your words. Now that you think back, that's how you met Barry. He was the only one not enchanted by it, because his nose was buried in some comic book or science thing. You nostalgically smiled at the sweet memory. "You ass."
He smirked and guffawed. He laughed even harder when you threw the pillow you were cuddling with on the window seat at his handsome face.
"C'mon, Y/N" He wiggled his eyebrows, knowing this always urked you. "You like it when I tease you."
You turned your back towards the window again, hoping he didn't see your blush. Because you did like it when he teased you. You also liked it when he smiled at you and said your name in his whiny voice. You liked a lot of things about Barry.
"Please. It's too annoying and childish to even enjoy it." You sat up from the window seat and walked over to your bed, where Barry was currently sitting on. You mimicked his moves, pressing you back against the headboard. But you tilted your head so it was nestled on Barry's right shoulder.
It felt... right.
Everything with Barry feels right.
"You know you can't lie to me, Y/N." Barry whispered in your ear. You slightly turned you head to face him, but he was already looking at you. You felt a small blush spreading your cheeks, because Barry's eyes were just so... brilliant.
"I know." You whispered back.
Then, it was like the atmosphere was suddenly switched like a on-off light switch. It was playful and friendly one second, then, suddenly, there's electricity and a hot undertone spreading through the air. Your eyes flickered to Barry's lips. You always admired them before, but only because of his words and intentions. Now, them look soft and sexy.
Barry was also looking at you; his thoughts were similar to yours.
Barry's head was suddenly leaning forward. His breath was tickling your nose and upper lip; he was that close. You leaned forward too, your lips almost touching yours. He was just so close to you. His smell- fresh chemicals, leather oil and Barry- was intoxicating and overwhelming. You felt like puddy. Suddenly, all your emotions for Barry, romantic and platonic, came bubbling to the surface. Then the memories of dancing and splashing through the rain, the entirely too sad movie credits rolling, and how close he held you when you cried over it. Barry just seemed too perfect. He seemed unreachable before, but all you had to do was lean in one more centimeter and then...
You couldn't handle it anymore. The tight lock on them was breaking, and soon, the dam broke loose.
"Barry."
And, suddenly, his lips were on yours. Fast and furious; soft and sultry.
"So... Y/N?"
"Yes Barry?"
"What does that make us now?"
You bit your lip, thoughtfully saying, "I was hoping we could finally be something more-"
"Oh hell yes!" Barry pleaded. You rolled your eyes.
"Well okay then."
Then you crashed your lips on his, again. And again, and again. And an infinitive "again's" more.
