A/N: Sequel to Basking in Bali. I plan to update this regularly. Enjoy the first installment. It immediately follows the Elseworlds crossover events.

*Many thanks to sendtherain for beta'ing.

*I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.

Chapter 1 -

Iris woke up to lazy kisses on her belly and a strong, large hand caressing her thighs, giving her the best high in the world when the thumb of that hand brushed over the center of her panties and made her gasp as her eyes flung open.

"Barry?"

She pulled back the covers in a hurry to find that adorable, messy, brown-haired boy sneakily moving his hand up her side to almost cup her breast before she stopped him.

He lifted his head and pouted.

"What?" he complained, and she broke out into a huge grin.

"If you wanted me up, there are other ways to tell me."

His pout disappeared, and he propped himself up to slide up beside her until their faces were level. He cupped her face with one hand, then lowered his head to nuzzle and then kiss her on the lips.

Their legs intertwined as they gave each other over to slow morning kisses and the feel of skin on skin, only undergarments and t-shirts between them, the latter of which were tossed to the side the more heated the kisses became.

"I'm so glad you're home," Iris murmured between kisses.

"Where else would I be?" he asked, intoxicated by her body wrapped around him.

"Well, not in Oliver Queen's body, that's for sure."

He groaned and dove his face in the pillow.

"Iris," he whined. "I thought you weren't going to tease me about that."

She laughed lightly and played with his hair.

"I know, I know…it's just, imagine, you in all your glory…but with Oliver's body." She sighed contently, and he stilled.

He lifted his head, insecurity brimming in his eyes and the playfulness starting to fade from hers.

"It's not funny, Iris."

He tried to lighten his tone, but it was almost impossible.

It had been a great fear of his when he debated whether or not to tell her everything that had happened in the changed reality. He should've known that of all the events she could've chosen to obsess over, it was that the love of her life and her superficial crush had merged in a reality she had no memory of. Must've been a dream come true for her.

He sat up in bed, trying to decide whether to go downstairs or just sit for a while, not wanting to taint this happy morning, but God, if nothing else set him off about who Iris was attracted to, it was that his mentor had not only gotten his speed but his wife as well.

"Babe," she broke through his paranoia and quickly escalating crabby mood. "You know I've only got eyes for you."

He snorted, and shook his head, scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Babe!" She reached out for him, but she wasn't fast enough.

"It wouldn't hurt if I was me but looked just like Oliver though, huh?"

Dejected, she sat up.

"It's not a crime to find other people attractive, Barry. It's just stating facts. That doesn't mean I wish you looked like him. In fact, I'm convinced that in this other reality, I was only with him because he was you. I might've appreciated his looks, but I'd be with you no matter what you looked like just because you're you."

He paused, the heaviness nestled inside him starting to lighten. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!" She insisted, then reached out for him. "Now come here, so I can ravish my husband. Who I can proudly say I'm attracted as hell to for his brown hair, green eyes, and lanky figure."

"I've got some muscles," he said somewhat defensively, but his tone was more playful now.

"A bonus feature only, I assure you."

"Yeah?" he teased, sliding back beneath the covers and over to her.

"Oh, yeah."

She hooked one leg over his hip and wrapped her arms around his neck, then pulled him in for a passionate onslaught of morning kisses. Barry was so dazed by the intensity that he soon felt himself falling onto his back and Iris straddled on top of him, her damp panties moistening the skin on his belly until he groaned, one hand caught in her hair and the other squeezing her hip.

"Iris."

"There's my man." She smiled against his lips and kissed him again.

"Iris?"

"Hmm?"

She slid down his body some to kiss down his neck and over his collar bone, her hair floating around him and covering skin.

"Do you want to go back to Bali?"

She snorted, not taking him seriously.

"Every day, every night, baby."

"I'm serious."

She looked up at him and winked.

"Me too."

He knew she wasn't, so he pushed further.

"So, let's do it."

Her lips parted when she realized he was serious.

"Barry…" She prepared to argue, but he interrupted her.

"There have been no sightings of Cicada in weeks. If ever there was a time to be alone together, now is it."

"But…Nora…"

"Will be here when we get back. She'll understand, and we can bring her back a souvenir."

Iris smiled. "I suppose there is that."

"And wouldn't you just love a second honeymoon? One that isn't interrupted?"

"Ralph does know exactly how Netflix works in STAR Labs now, so we probably won't have that problem again."

He grinned. "So, what do you say, Iris West-Allen?" He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers. "Will you go to Bali with me? Again?"

She giggled and threw her arms around him, hugging him closely.

"Yes! Yes, of course!"

But before they could further celebrate their upcoming redo honeymoon, a gust of wind blew into their bedroom, and there stood Nora West-Allen, who had the grace to blush when she saw her parents presumably half-naked beneath the covers.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" She covered her hands with her eyes and started walking backward out of the room, accidentally running into the nightstand and the wall a few times. "I didn't mean to – It's just –" She parted her fingers on one hand, so one eye could peek out and she could see if they were suitably dressed. "Did I hear something about a vacation?"

Barry and Iris turned to each other, and then Barry hurried to correct her.

"Yes, your mom and I were just talking about-"

"A family vacation!" Nora bounded over and landed on the edge of the bed.

"Actually, your father-"

"Was the one who suggested it!" Nora filled in. "Of course, of course, he was. Because he knows I've never had a vacation with him, and to be honest, mom, ours were few and far between. What better way than to make up for lost time with a vacation of just us three?"

Her eyes sparkled, and Barry couldn't bear to disappoint her.

Even as he said it, he saw every romantic evening and steamy encounter with his wife fading into the distance as it disappeared from even possibility.

"Surprise!" he said, pasting the fakest, most convincing smile on his face.

"Christmas in Bali, wow." Nora was dazed with excitement. "I can't wait to tell the others!"

Then she raced out of there, and the gust of wind blew Iris' hair about before she turned to look at her husband.

"You sure about this?" she asked, searching for an honest answer in his eyes.

He summoned his father instincts and focused on them for his reply.

"She's never had a vacation with me, Iris, with both of us. We can give her that."

"And what about us?" she asked, pressing her fingers in a line up his chest. "What about what we want?"

Barry was silent for a long while before he answered.

"Kids get sick of their parents eventually, right?"

Iris burst out into a fit of giggles and fell back onto her pillow.

"Right," she said eventually, but it wasn't very convincing.