How To Make Love To The Flash

Chapter 1: Riding The Lightning

I anticipated things to be a little rough the first we had sex. Wondering whether or not my body could sustain the magnitude of who he was trumped even my very real fear of transitioning from friends to lovers.

"Be gentle with me," I begged of him, hoping he'd oblige me, secretly wishing he wouldn't. Part of me wanted to be completely consumed by everything that he was, I couldn't lie. Seeing him zipping through the streets of Central City, running towards danger, thwarting bullets, and jolts of meta energy of every kind with ease, I wanted to experience some of that power.

But part of me knew that I was fully human, and had not the capacity to take him at his strongest, at his fiercest, at his neediest. So when he peered up at me, his green eyes darkened by lust, and said "always," I was both relieved and disappointed.

This shows just how naive I was about what came with making love to The Flash.

It wasn't the forcefulness (intentional, or accidental) I needed to prepare myself for - even when we were in the deepest throes of passion, he maintained a level of control worth applauding, always taking me to my limits, but never exceeding them - it was the power, the hot, all-encompassing transfer of his electrical current into me that lit my body on fire in the best possible ways.

It was the way my hair would start to stand on end, when I went down on him, evidence that his arousal had ignited some abnormal flow of electricity inside of him that had found its way into the atmosphere. It was the way he made eye contact with me, through stunted grunts, gathering my unruly hair into his big, strong hands, telling me he'd help me fix it when this was over. Then, not missing a beat, tossing his head back, and dropping his mouth open, when the tip of his dick finally introduced itself to my tonsils. (The thoughtfulness, mixed with the primitive lust, mixed with the warmth of his skin, was enough to soak me before he'd even touched me. )

It was grabbing onto his broad shoulders, easing down onto his manhood, followed by the low, guttural groaning escaping his pink lips, as my walls stretched to make room for his invasion that preceded something that should have been absolutely terrifying: seeing his beautiful green eyes, crackle with orange and yellow electricity every time our bodies met. Thrust after thrust, his eyes lit up our dim lit room, growing with intensity as we worked closer to our goal.

It was resisting the urge to close my eyes as an orgasm ripped through my core, not wanting to miss out on the light show underneath me. It was, once again, me being so naive that I didn't even realize that I couldn't have missed it if I wanted to.
It was him curling his feet up to his body as he came violently inside of me, as a bright white, piercing lightning shot out from every single pore in his body - into mine - then bouncing and crackling off of the walls, before fizzling out into the floor... "

Eyes wide, Caitlin Snow snatched the e-reader out of Cisco's hands.

"Hey! Give that back?" Cisco demanded, aghast.

"No, that's way more about Barry than I ever need to know - and I'm his doctor.

"Then don't read it sister, but I'm trying to find out if Barry turns into a Christmas Light Show when he busts a-"

"CISCO" Caitlin yelled. "This is an invasion of his privacy!"

"Blame Iris - I mean Jenna Stewart, or whatever pen name she's going by these days. She's the one who put it on the web."

"Are we sure it was Iris?"

"Well, Barry's slept with three entire women in his life, but if there was ever a woman he'd turn into a glow worm for, it would be with Iris," Cisco said nearly hurling over with laughter.

Caitlin hit Cisco in the chest, unable to contain her own laughter. Finally regaining her composure, she grabbed Cisco's hand, glaring at him. "For the record, I did NOT laugh."

"Sure, you didn't."

"How did you even find this?"

"I have google alerts for The Flash set up."

"Anything new come up in the search?"

Cisco gasped, spinning around, at the sound of Barry's voice, who had just got back from a mission.

"For you? I mean, For Flash? No, no. Of course not. Why would you think something like that?" Cisco smiled, trying to feign calmness, but failing miserably.

"Well, I heard Cait say 'How'd you even find this? And then you were like 'Well I set up google-"

"OH! That," Cisco said, hitting himself in the forehead. "Oh, just enough blogger posting pics of you out in the field. Kinda like Iris used to do - "

Caitlin hit Cisco in the chest, this time with more force, nearly knocking the wind out of him. "Cisco, darling, let me check that cough for you. Do excuse us Barry," Caitlin said before steadily guiding her and Cisco out of the cortex, away from Barry."

To be continued...