A/N: Enjoy! This chap is requiring a bit more research from me, but I think it’s gonna turn out great. <3
It was still dark out. As dark behind her eyelids as it was
to the naked eye. No candle lit, no light switch on, even the moon did not
shine through the sheer drapes covering the wide, glass windows. In a deep,
heavy, dreamless sleep, Iris never would have expected the middle-of-the-night
proposition that came next.
“Iris?” came the whispered question, falling from the lips
of her beloved.
She didn’t move, not really sure if the word had come from
reality and not the spark of a dream.
“Iris,” it came again, this time with a gentle hand on her
bare shoulder, nudging her out of her deep sleep.
She moaned a little in protest but refused to turn to face
him. She snuggled deeper into her pillow instead.
His lips came to rest beneath her ear and his fingers
slipped beneath the straps of her nightie, and she felt a liquid pooling
between her legs.
Oh, that is not fair.
“No,” she murmured stubbornly. “We just had sex a few hours
She felt him smile against her skin and knew he would be the
death of her.
“I’m not waking you up for sex, Iris,” he whispered, pulling
his fingers back and running them down her arm.
She squashed the slight disappointment.
“No? Could’ve fooled me.”
She pulled her arm almost out of reach so she could slide
her hand beneath her pillow.
He chuckled lightly and covered his arm over hers, intertwining
their fingers beneath her pillow. He moved so his whole body framed hers and
one of his legs half-straddled hers.
She groaned, her entire body on fire now, even though he was
only semi-aroused beneath his boxers.
“You sure you’re
not waking me up for sex?”
“Well, I’m tempted to now, believe me,” he paused. “Even if
it makes us late.”
His face was deep in her tresses, scattering goosebumps all
over Iris’ bare skin, when his last words finally hit their target and Iris’
She could hear him smelling her hair, and God if that wasn’t
a huge turn-on for her.
“Late for what?”
Reluctantly – very
reluctantly – Iris opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him over her
shoulder. She couldn’t see him very well in the dark, but the sensual and soft
glint in his eyes made his identity unmistakable.
“Can you say…walking tour to an active volcano?”
Her eyes widened and she turned her body to face him entirely,
pulling her arms into her body so she could soak up his warmth.
“I can say it, but do I want to?”
He smiled slyly.
“What have you got up your sleeve, Barry Allen?” She looked
at him suspiciously. “And ti-” She glanced past him to the alarm clock on their
bedside table. “It’s two in the morning!” She looked back at him, her mouth
hanging open. “What are we doing up at two in the morning that we could
possibly be late for? Don’t tell me-”
“Yep. Walking tour to Mount Batur. There are two actually.
Well, there are more than two, but there were two I couldn’t choose between, so
I signed us up for them both.”
“Here, let me show you the brochures.”
“No, Barry, wait!”
But it was too late, and he was too excited. Barry sat up
and yanked on the chain to turn on the bedside lamp, nearly blinding Iris if it
hadn’t been for the gauzy drapes hanging around their canopy bed.
Barry was oblivious to her plight. He reached between the
drapes to open up the drawer on the table and pulled out the two pamphlets. One
read Bali Mount Batur Sunrise Trekking
Tour and the other read Small-Group
Batur Caldera Trekking and Natural Hot Spring Tour. The folded, glossy promotional
pieces looked suspiciously home-made.
“Barry,” she warned.
“Okay, so I printed up info at home and created brochures
for us. These include reviews and a list of bullet point details of all each
tour entails. I think it’s much more thorough than anything we could’ve found in
the hotel lobby.”
“Did you look in the hotel lobby?” she deadpanned.
He scoffed, which she couldn’t decide was a yes or a no.
“Okay, babe, I appreciate the thought you put into this. Really,
I do. But…it’s two in the morning. We’ve barely gotten any sleep at all. Aren’t
there like…any tours that start when it’s already light out?”
He frowned. “I couldn’t find any. Which I suppose makes
sense. Don’t want to be hiking in extreme heat, right?”
She sighed and nodded. “Right.”
He put each brochure before her and then teasingly pulled
them back in circular motions, a giddy smile on his face, as he pushed her to
pick one. The thought clearly hadn’t occurred to him that she would flat out
refuse the excursion, or even suggest they take it later in the week. She didn’t
know how difficult it would be for them to cancel either, though she hoped he
wouldn’t have signed them up for something that they couldn’t cancel last minute
and still get their refund back. There was always the chance that he was so
sure of her loving the idea that he had completely foregone the possibility of
what to do in the event she didn’t want to do it.
Even now he couldn’t see that she was considering very hard
the best way to let him down easy.
“They both include swimming in hot springs after reaching
the peak,” he was saying as a way to encourage her, and she knew she wouldn’t
be able to turn him down. She would have to suck it up and go on this damn
excursion, because her man had done his homework and he thought he was giving
her the best surprise, and she didn’t think she could handle the look on his
face, those sad puppy eyes if she made it clear she wasn’t going.
So, she summoned a brilliant smile and grabbed a brochure
from out of his hands.
“All right, Barry Allen, let me see what you’ve gotten us
His grin stretched further across his face.
“Read fast. The pick-up for both tours comes in half an
Her eyes widened as she met his gaze. By some miracle her
jaw didn’t drop.
“Read! Read!” he said when she didn’t move for several
seconds, trying to wrap her head around getting ready and trying to think
clearly enough to make a well-thought out decision this early in the morning.
“How about you read while I get ready,” she said, tossing
the blankets off her and climbing out of bed.
“Okay!” he said cheerfully, and she made sure not to make
her rolling eyes evident as she began to search through her belongings.
Bless his heart, her husband was a morning person.