Would You Love Me Less? > Arrow / Flash x Reader

Chapter 14

Sigh.

'Is it wrong if I'm wondering what Oliver is doing right now? If he's okay? Does he even miss me being there?'

Speaking of Oliver... I realized I never responded to my sister,

'Me: Hey, sorry. I got a bit caught up.

The response was almost instant,

'Felicity: That was a month ago... You are a worse liar than Oliver.'

'Me: Oh hush haha. How is he?'

'Felicity: Not the best, honestly... Slade is getting to him more than we expected. He's always two steps ahead and he's constantly in Oli's head.

'Felicity: I don't know if you saw the news... Slade killed Moira.'

I stared at the screen, trying to digest what I had just read. Moira- Oliver's mother....

I dropped my phone on the table and covered my mouth, tears instantly falling from my eyes. "What kind of maniac would do-" I said to myself out loud, causing me to break down more. Barry casually walked into the room, "I thought I would fine you h-"

He stopped dead in his tracks, "Y/N? What happened?"

I looked up at him with blurred vision, "Nothing. I'm fine." I cried, being completely used to saying those three same words every time someone asked 'what's wrong?'

Barry raced over and pulled me in for a hug. "Shh... It's going to be okay." Naturally, I wrapped my arms around him.

"Who is Moira?" Barry asked; he must have seen it on my phone. It was at that moment I realized there was absolutely no point in lying to Barry since he was the only one who knew about Oliver's secret. "Oli's mother..." I whimper, surprised I could even manage those two words. "Y/N, I am so sorry..."

"I didn't really know her." I muttered just moments before I wiped my tears.

"Here," Barry helped me up and grabbed my bag, "Let's get you out of here."

We walked quite a ways down the city streets. "It's not even that I really knew her... because I didn't." I thought I would try to explain why I was upset, "It's the fact that I wasn't there for my friend during it." Barry didn't respond, he only listened. Boy, was he a great listener.

I noticed the we were passing Barry's loft, so I eyed it and decided that I wanted to relax, "Hey, do you think maybe we could..."

I didn't even have to finish my sentence before Barry saw me looking up to his loft building. "Absolutely, anything you want."

The two of us made our way to the top floor where Barry's loft was. I had been there several times before, but never to stay for longer than picking something up for him.

Barry started the fireplace then sat on the sofa, holing his arms out to me asking  to join him in so many words. I accepted, of course, and cuddled up to him on his lap.

For a moment I watched the fire and let the heat from it give color to my face. "Barry..." I quietly said. I tried not to be too loud, it was barely even a whisper, but he heard me anyway. "Hmm?" He coo'd, still holding me close to him. "Am I selfish that I should be mourning, but all I can think of is kissing you?" I asked.

"Y/N, there isn't a selfish bone in your body." He confirmed, lifting my chin to his with one hand. I let him press his lips against mine, just as I wanted.

Making out was different that time, although it was just as pleasant as always. It wasn't the kisses or where we were, but the fact that his body hadn't vibrated from moving too fast... yet.... Maybe he was more comfortable in his loft.

We helped one another take our clothes off until we had absolutely nothing on. Barry was laying underneath of me and enjoyed kissing down my neck with gentle bites mixed in. "Wait, this has to be done right." Barry said, lifting me up as he stood from the sofa; he carried me to his bedroom while returning his lips to a familiar place on mine.

'This is the furthest we've ever gotten and I hope it never ends...'

He laid me back on the bed and crawled on top of me. It was only when I felt him slide into me that his body vibrated for just an instant. The vibration made me moan out loud, which seemed to please Barry.

Barry was.... different- but only in the best way possible. He was gentle, loving, passionate. Oh, and that vibrate thing? I hope to God he never gets that under control.

Looking back, it was hard to determine why we waited so long for a moment like that one. What was I so afraid of?

Barry's speed-healing kept him from having to catch his breath; it was a luxury that I didn't have, unfortunately.

I cuddled up to Barry underneath of the comforter and traced the lines of his abs and the V line next to them. Barry sighed and squeezed my body closer to his, "I love you, Y/N."

My hand froze from tracing lines on his body and my stomach quickly tied fifty double knots tangled up in one another. 'Barry, no.... why on earth would he say something like that right now and ruin this perfect moment?'

I discretely cleared my throat and returned to tracing lines in hopes to keep a tranquil atmosphere, "Oh.. I... You do?" I asked. I kept my head rested on his bare chest so he could see my face. He replied in confidence, "I do."