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Chapter 7

"Dude, what the hell? Are you trying to get sick?" Cisco questioned looking worried, puzzled and annoyed.

"Cisco. I think I'm in love." Barry announced his features indicating that he was clearly dazed. Cisco silently regarded him for a moment, trying to understand whether his roomate was joking or accidentally high (because Barry was to straight an arrow to voluntarily or willingly  consume any illegal substance, the man barely drank).

"Barry? Did you hit your head on the bakery sign again? I think you may have a concussion," Cisco suggested while still staring at the disoriented figure with an uncertain expression.

"She had the most beautiful brown eyes, and her skin? It...it smelled like honey and she was so soft. So soft," Barry reached his hands out into the air as if he were touching an invisible person that only he could see and Cisco raised his eyebrows in skepticism.

"OK Gene Kelly. Now that you've gone out and danced in the rain let's get you into a warm shower." Cisco grabbed hold of Barry's hand and pulled him towards the bathroom.

"I swear it's like living with a child," he mumbled under his breath when he closed the door behind him on his way out.

The shower sprayed hot water on to Barry's back, warming his frozen limbs and relaxing his muscles. Slowly he began to come down from his cloud of infatuation and as he got closer to becoming his usual self again he grew increasingly frustrated. He was still trying to comprehend what force had controlled him when he was with her but that was a struggle that he was unfortunately never going to fully understand without the help of a trained eye. You see to some degree, Barry was aware of the emotions he had pushed down during his child hood. The pain over having lost his parents so suddenly, the anger at the world for having taken them away, the paranoia that sprouted from the fear of being alone.

However, what he failed to realise was that somewhere during the formation of his gentle, loving and warm persona he had caged all negative emotions, refused to feel them, pushed them down and forgot their existence. Amongst those emotions was lust. A feeling branded by society as shameful, as a sin, and yet it was an undeniable part of human existence. This was the very part of her that Iris embraced. Having done the exact opposite she let herself be driven by all her anger, and insecurity and paranoia leading to a personality that was cold and borderline narcissistic. Like opposites they attracted eachother, however they also triggered those hidden emotions buried within one another. For him the negativity resurfaced as lust, as an untamable desire to physically dominate her. For her he triggered longing, a need to be close to him, to emotionally connect with him. To love him.

She closed the taps of the shower and wrapped her damp body in a towel before stepping out. With a soft thump, she sat on the bed, the mattress sinking beneath her with a silent protest. Once again her mind brought back the image of his eyes and slowly her body came to life as it relived each instance of their kiss. The taste of his lips, the feel of his hands on her skin, the desperation in his embrace. She felt her sex quiver with need and did the only thing she knew was true to who she was: took measures to ensure that her carnal needs were met.

"Well Bonjour there madam," came Eddie's voice from the other end of the phone. Her predatory nature kicked in, rebooting her system and shocking her back into her old self.
"How fast can you get here?" she demanded.

"I'm on a flight back from Paris babe, I..."

"I need you," she whined, knowing exactly what to say to get her way.

"Babe..." he started.

"Please," she whispered seductively and that was all it took.

"We're landing in 20 minutes. I'll be there soon after." he answered.