Since you said you wanted more, this is for gleefanforever09. Hope you like this. I'm not sure what more there is to write. I'm pretty sure I can think of something!!! It's going to be short, so...

Barry ended up falling asleep midway through his popsicle. Iris hadn't realized until there was juice all over his sweatshirt.

"Oh Bear," She smiled sadly. It must've really helped, to the point he couldn't stay awake any longer. She'd never admit it, but he was so cute when he was asleep, and maybe awake too. But no. She had to tell herself. I love Eddie. She put the very little remains of the pop in the trash. Grabbing a wash cloth, she soon returned and tried her best to wipe off most of the liquid. Barry stirred a little so she backed off. He looked like he needed sleep, waking him up wouldn't help. He said he was fine and nothing was too bad, but he honestly looked like shit.

Now that he was sleeping, she had nothing to do and no one to talk to. There was little to no clutter to pick up, almost no dishes other than the soup he had tried to eat and a cup of water. She sat back down on the couch and watched some Netflix, settling on some weird zombie show, good enough. Siting there alone made Iris think about Barry and his cold. Her dad always told her when you don't get a cold in a long time, the next one is gonna be a killer. Barry has said he was sick a lot, but never really looked it. This was a bad cold. She was afraid to get it, but he is worth it. Iris looked at Barry's pale face. His hair popped in contrast, slightly sweaty across his face. Iris couldn't help but to rub his legs, feeling the rough jean material.

That can't be comfortable. He was wet, sticky, and he was wearing rough clothes. She had to get him out of these. She stood up, then kneeled on his side. She hesitantly shook his arm.

" Bear, lets get you more comfortable," She urdged him up. It took a few tries to get him at least somewhat conscious.

" C'mon Bear," she tried one last time. Barry let out a tired and slightly annoyed moan.

" That's it, wake up,"

His eyes cracked open and immediately shut.

"Let's get you to a bed," She said helping him to his feet, him not really cooperating. Barry didn't even open his eyes, only letting her guide him.

She layed him down enough to be comfortable, but not to disturb his ears or nose. Iris looked around the room. His bed was in the middle, centered on the wall. He had a night stand to the right of the bed where she put him. A black lap was on top. Back towards the door, was his clothes. She opened a nice grey drawer and pulled out black sweatpants and a navy blue sweatshirt. This should be better, Iris smiled.

She put the clothes on the bed and went to the bathroom around the corner. She got a washcloth soaked with hot water, then another dry.

Walking back in, she put them on the night stand and proceeded to unzip Barry's wet sweatshirt.

When she opened it up, she could see he didn't even have a shirt in. His skin was stained red from the popsicle, and she couldn't help reveal a nice set of abs. They weren't Oliver Queen worthy, but she was so surprised to see he wasn't the wimpy adoptive brother she had previously seen.

Iris ignored it and continued to take off his sweatshirt. It was bit of a struggle, but she got it. She took the still slightly hot washcloth and wiped the remains of sticky juice off his chest, then the sticky and snot of his face.

After she was satisfied, she picked up the sweatshirt. It was put over his head and to her surprise he didn't even flinching to the touch. He is out cold. She quickly pulled his limp arms in, and pulled it all the way down his stomach. Her hand brushed against the pristine muscles and shivered. She quickly went on to his pants.

Since he wore converse, she had to untie his shoes then pull them off. Next she took his socks off then went to his pants. She was nervous to take off his clothes that covered his personal areas.

What if he wasn't wearing underwear like he wasn't wearing a shirt? Whatever, he is like my brother.

Iris slowly unzipped his pants and unbuttoned them. Thank god he had his boxers on. She would just leave him with those on, but when she was sick she always wanted on comfy clothes. She pulled them all the way down and could see his very muscular legs. He had the physique of a runner. Is that why he's always late everywhere? Does he like run? She slowly put her finger tips on his bulging calf. His legs were so strong, why has she never noticed? She shook the thoughts away and went back to the task she had already started.

Iris picked up the black pants and scrunched up one of the legs. She stuffed his foot in the did the other. She slowly made her way up higher. She pulled them up over his butt and looked at him satisfied. She pulled his big, puffy comforter over him and turned around to leave him alone.

" N-nooo," he moaned.

Iris was quickly walked back.

" Barry what's wrong?" She said kneeling down to where his face was tiled towards his left, her right.

" Sssstayyhh," he breathed out, immediately losing all sense of awareness again.

Iris played with his hair or a moment.

" Okay Bear," she smiled. A weird sensation made its way to her stomach. She had wanted his, secretly. She wanted to help him, and be here with him. She looked at the bed. She was really tired herself. She had listen to her co-workers fight all morning on 3 hours of sleep. She looked at the drawers of clothing. She shrugged and took out a slightly smaller pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She quickly changed out of the scratching clothes and slowly got onto the bed with Barry. He seemed to feel her presents and turn more to his side to be closer to her. His eyes cracked open, glazed.

" Looove you Iris. Llllove y-you looove yoou," he barely made out through a haze of sleepiness.

Iris looked shocked. She felt a tingling sensation, one she never got with Eddie.

She wanted someone else, she wanted Barry. She has always wanted Barry. She was so confused, because what she was feeling felt like it was pushed down. Like someone had forced it, and now it sprung open and she could feel everything. Tears made their way down her face before she had time to answer him.

" I-I love you love you too," She smiled, brow still scrunched with tears. She sniffled.

" Good," Barry smiled, then scruntched his face like he just now received her full presents.

" You Kay?" He slowly asked, showing is tired concern.

She smiled" Yeah Bear," she couldn't help see how he cared for her even if he is tired, sick, and would much rather be asleep.

" Kay," he smiled once again, drifting back into sleep.

Iris didn't know what this meant, but she was fine as long as she was with Barry.

" I really love you," She whispered and went to sleep herself.

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