the zone (westallen smut week) chapter seven: fire & desire

A.N: And we've come to the end of Westallen Smut Week! I'm so happy to have taken part and I can't wait for the next appreciation week to take part! As always. thank you to all my readers of this story (and of any of my other stories, for that matter). I wouldn't be doing this without ya'll.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything!

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Here's the thing: Barry Allen really loves the small of Iris' back.

Like, a lot.

So when Iris walked out of their bedroom in a tight red dress that showed off the span of her lovely cocoa back, Barry had to refrain from ripping it off and running his tongue down that line.

They were going to a party at CCPN to celebrate Iris' promotion; Barry and Joe had insisted upon it, as well as Linda and Wally. Barry himself was in a black tuxedo, with a red tie to match Iris'. Also, red looked pretty damn good on them both.

Instead of speeding them off to the event, they took Barry's unused car; they even got it washed for the event. They pulled up outside CCPN and Barry realised how tense he was - he knee bounced erratically and only Iris' soft touch could stop it.

"You okay, Barr?" She asked, looking up at him through her lovely long lashes. Barry gulped, nodded once and got out the car, flashing out the other side to open Iris' door. He couldn't tell her that the reason behind his behaviour was because her open back made him want to ravish every inch of her.

That would be impolite at the present moment.

Instead, he plastered a smile on his face, offered his arm and the two walked into the building, where Iris' colleagues waited, chatting softly as lounge music rang from the speakers.

"Well," Iris murmured, looking around. Barry looked down at her, stifling a laugh as he saw her expression, "the decor is lovely, but the music isn't doing anything for me."

She untangled herself from Barry, waving at the people that saw her first, and headed over to the radio to put in a CD. Iris always had a mix CD on hand just in case.

Soft R&B blared through the speakers and Barry and Iris both saw a physical change in the guests; they looked more awake, grinning at the livelier music. Iris turned and winked at Barry, before walking towards Linda and Wally, throwing her arms around the pair. It was at that moment that Barry saw it: the one drop of sweat that dripped right down the small of her back.

He walked in long, purposeful strides, one hand holding the other in front of his erection until he reached the trio. With a strained smile, he grasped Iris' wrist.

"Erm, hey guys. I just need to talk to Iris. It's... urgent." He ignored Linda's smirk and Wally's eye-roll as he towed Iris through the room, past everyone and then flashed them into the bathroom as soon as they were out of sight.

"Barr? Seriously, what's wrong with you?"

Words escaped him. Instead, he pulled in for a burning kiss, licking into her mouth and gripping on her dress. He had to remind himself to exercise control; she wouldn't be happy if he ripped the dress, no matter how eagerly she was kissing him back. Instead, he turned her round, lifting up her dress till it was round her waist, and pulled her panties (white lacy thongs that made his dick twitch in excitement) down so that they pooled at her ankles.

She was bent over the sink; the door was locked and the room was quiet, save for the heavy breathing from them both. Barry leaned down and finally, finally, licked the small of Iris' back; she shivered in delight and then he was sheathed inside her, thrusting hard, deep thrusts that had her waist digging into the ceramic sink and her hands gripping his thighs as she chanted, "more, more, more."

Too soon, he felt his impending release. An idle part of his brain thanked the high heavens that Iris was on the contraceptive pill as he buried right up to the hilt and pulsed his excitement into her; his vibrating fingers found her clit as he fought to get her off also - this was achieved a minute later.

Breathless, her lipstick smudged and her panties still round her ankles, Barry basked in the after-sex glow of his girlfriend, who didn't comment on his behaviour; merely cleaned herself up, replaced her lipstick and kissed him once on the cheek.

It wasn't until she reached the door that she turned to push the thong into his palm, winking at him in promise for later on.

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Thanks for reading, guys. I'll update my other stories soon.

- westallening