A meeting of the lips, a subtle peck, a tender show of possible affection. That's all it was at first but that was not all it was meant to be. The rain became a distant worry as their ears rang with the almost perfect silence that seemed to take over. It was like something out of a dream or a well crafted movie scene. Barry's previous distress seemed to melt away and his lungs no longer ached with the need to breathe. The entirety of his nervous system was suddenly possessed by an unfamiliar need for her. That hypnotic stranger with her spell binding eyes and addictive lips took over all his sences, seducing him with an infatuation so forceful that it seemed almost impossible.
The butterflies inside Iris seemed to have fluttered away and her body and mind were working through an array of emotions and sensations simultaneously. An influx of stimuli so magnanimous that the over all effect was all consuming. She was deeply confused because for the first time in her life she had no idea what was happening inside her. From a very early age she had to learn how to control her emotions and act according to them in order to avoid getting hurt. Control meant power and power meant that nothing could ever hurt her. Yet there she was, with her lips pressed against a total stranger and her mind in such a state of disarray that she couldn't tell her left from her right.
Pull away! Came the small whisper from inside her but something else had taken over. An instinct she hadn't quite realised was there. Something raw enough to be considered premitive yet intricate enough to be the product of human intelligence. It was a sensation made up of a perfect blend between passion and comfort. Between animal like desire and warmth. Between the physical and the spiritual. Her body obeyed this instinct and its need to get closer to him so without breaking their kiss she lifted herself slightly off the ground and threw her leg over to the other side of him before sitting back down, straddling him in the process.
The scent of her floral perfume invaded his nostrils like a toxic fume yet he couldn't find the strength to pull away. Instead his hands found her petite waist and pulled her closer. She gasped at the strength contained in his grip, parting her lips momentarily. Desperately yearning to taste her, his tongue darted into her mouth and instantly intertwined with hers. The action became more brutal, more emphatic, as they both began to submit to their desire for a connection. Iris leaned into him, pressing her chest to his and barely recognising her famished self. Barry's hands travelled south, cupping her plump derriere and giving it a forceful squeeze. She moaned and a chill ran through him.
What is she doing to me? He asked himself. He was usually a complete gentleman and generally shy. He would never invade a woman's privacy like that, nor dare to touch her without her expressed consent. Yet with her he felt a sort of possessiveness, a drive to have her, hold her, explore every inch of her. Like she belonged to him and he to her. He was losing himself to a sinful darkness that he could never have imagined rested within his romantic heart. He didn't recognise the beast that was erupting from his usually prince like self. It was terrifying yet oddly exciting and as much as he told himself to stop, his body wouldn't obey.
They were both losing control. He of his innocent and gentle nature. She of her emotional walls and dominating demeanour. She held the key that freed his inner savage from its moral cage and he had the power to make her want to fall in love. They were equally helpless against eachothers charms and unaware of the power they held over the other. It was, in a way, a perfect balance. An encounter between two needy souls where one had exactly what the other needed. A sort of paradox: a situation that at first glance appears to make no sense yet when further analysed contains the deepest of truths. A truth about the laws of attraction. A truth that both Barry and Iris were just beginning to comprehend as they lost all sence of who they were before the encounter.
They could both feel themselves slipping away. The essence of what made them, them seemed to be climbing up a steep heel with each stolen breath and pleasure filled touch. Getting closer and closer to a precipice from which there was no return. The end drew nearer and as the distance decreased, their fear increased. Their heart rates spiked and then suddenly...
They both came up for air. Their eyes were still closed as they readjusted, bringing their minds back to the moment. Their breaths where strained and harsh, a clear indication of their exertion. The sound of the rain came back into focus, roaring louder than before. Simultaneously, yet without planned intention, they opened their eyes and faced eachother. For the longest of time they merely stared. They stared in an attempt to gather some sort of gurantee that the other person was in fact real. That it wasn't all just a dream or a mere hallucination brought on by grief.
Barry reached out his hand tentatively, driven by a need for reassurance, and placed it on her cheek. She gasped, just as shocked by his touch as he was by the feel of her. Her eyes widened in astonishment. It was all real. His touch was tender, loving and that scared her. It scared her because it went against everything she ever believed in. It disproved every theory and conclusion she'd ever drawn regarding life and love. That sort of human emotion, in her mind, was dangerous because there was only one way in which it could end: heartbreak. Not even those who lived a long life together could escape it for as nature would have it one of them would perish first and the other would be left to wallow in the misery of living without their beloved till that loneliness ultimately consumed them and they too were forced to take their last breath. Love was an eternal prison disguised with an illusion of choice and made pretty with beautiful words and romantic gestures. It was a prison that she promised never to be locked in again. A prison that she saw in the dephts of his eyes.
Ironically enough, to Barry, the key rested in hers. The key to unleashing this great mystery that gave the noblest of men their strength and made the most villainous of evils tremble. The key that would unlock the door to a world of ever lasting joy, of inexplicable beauty and total completion. In her he found what he had been looking for, what he had been longing for: love. The sort of love that gave him the courage to risk everything. The sort described in ancient poetry and tear inducing lyrics. The only emotion capable of healing any shattered soul and freeing any helpless mortal from the chains of mortality itself. In her. In him.
In each other, they found a basis for love.
Once again her heartbeat quickened. Fear washed over her like a tsunami drowning out all forms of reason and replacing them with an impulse to flee. He felt her aura change, her eyes grew wild and she began to hyperventilate. The moment was breaking and as afraid as he was of what she ignited in him, he was even more afraid of losing her. He opened his mouth to say something, anything that might help him track her once they parted but before he could get a single word out she leaped up from his lap and ran. She stopped for a brief second at the entry way to take off her heels before she darted into the rain. He ran out after her, going as fast as his long legs could carry him but she was faster. Her chest flooded with relief as she reached her car. She was soaked through and would probably catch a cold but she didn't care. Her only concern at that moment was getting as far away from the unknown boy as she possibly could. Before it was too late.
Iris stepped into the vehicle and turned on the engine. A last glance out her window showed a blurry image of the young man standing a few feet away from her. He was still, just observing her, and although she couldn't see his face she knew that those haunting green eyes were pleading for her to stay. In deed they were but he knew that there was no use in running after her anymore. So he simply watched, helpless, as she drove away and out of his life forever.
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FanficA West-Allen AU 💜 Worth more than gold Iris West is a multi billionaire and heiress who's emotionally scarring childhood has made her shut herself off to all possible emotional relationships. Her life takes an interesting turn when her adoptive gr...
