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sophisticatedloserchick · 5 years

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Fanfic - Afternoon (Not) Delight - 1/1

Summary: Iris tries to surprise her husband for a Afternoon Delight but then things don’t go as planned.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 1818

A/N: A fluffy fic I had chilling in my drafts that I decided to finally finish up XD

Barry could feel a pressure headache building at the back of his head.

Today had been an awful day. The only other CSI tech called in sick which normally Barry could handle but today the case load included three homicides, two armed robberies and one break-in. He could speed through the paperwork in the blink of an eye but all the DNA and forensic samples he sent to the lab to be analyzed took time to process leaving Barry stuck waiting.

And other small things started happening since the moment he woker up to ruin his day. The water for his shower this morning came out a dark rust color. The the barista at Jitters got his coffee order mixed up, instead of his usual americano double shot he got some whipped cream caramel confection that tasted like pure sugar. Then as soon as he walked through the doors at CCPD Singh let him know that two of the CSI's quit and as the newly appointed head of the department it would be up to Barry to find their replacements.

Barely half way through the day and Barry felt ready to call it quits.

He doubted anything could turn this day around.

The universe decided to prove him wrong as his wife walked through the door of his lab.

“Iris?” Barry perked up at the sight of her. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes greedily drank her in. She wore a tight navy blue skirt that hugged the curves of her hips and accentuated her small waist. Her crisp white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone revealing a tantalizing V of brown skin. Her long black hair swept to the side in loose curls. The smile on her lips seemed to make the dark confines of Barry's lab become brighter.

“Hi babe,” Iris walked towards him, high heels clicking on the wooden floors. “I thought you could use a lunch break.”

She held up a bag of Big Belly burgers for him to see.

“I know today has kind of sucked for you,” Iris looked at him sympathetically.

Barry rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment remembering the phone call he gave Iris an hour ago to rant about his troubles. He felt bad for making her worry but at the same time getting to see her always made his day better.

“You're an angel,” Barry breathed out when she reached his desk to put the bag of food in front of him. “Best wife ever.”

“Its just fast food you cornball,” Iris laughed but Barry could tell she was pleased by the compliment.

For a few blissful minutes Barry inhaled the burgers and fries. There was something about greasy and cheesy food that made even the worst days seem better. After a moment he consumed two bags worth of food realized that Iris wasn't eating and she didn't even attempt to steal any of his fries. She simply perched herself on the edge of his desk looking at him with a thoughtful look on her face.

“Hows your day going?” Barry asked, using a napkin to wipe away the ketchup and mustard on his face. “Any good news stories break out?”

Barry crumbled all the burger wrappings into a ball and hand tossed them into a waste basket a few feet away.

“Not really,” Iris pursed her lips. “Been a boring day actually.”

“Well I'm happy if it meant I get to see you,” Barry grinned broadly up at her.

He meant it too. Any time he got to spend with Iris he would cherish. Even a simple lunch date was enough to make his terrible day way better, he didn't need much more than that.

Lucky for him Iris had other ideas for their lunch date.

Without warning Barry found himself with a lap full of Iris. His hands went up immediately to steady her. One hand curling around her waist, the one resting on her knee. Heat spread through him at the feeling of her soft, warm body pressing into his. His senses filled with the smell of her lavender soap and the sound of her light giggle.

“Iris?” Barry swallowed thickly. “Are you making a move on me?”

“Absolutely,” Iris leaned forward to press her lips against his jawline. “Can't I spend a little quality time with my husband?”

“Its the middle of the day,” Barry shuddered as Iris shifted in his lap so that her ass rubbed against his crotch.

“Like that's stopped us before,” Iris's fingers ran through Barry's hair, her nail scratching along his scalp causing tingles to shoot down his spine.

“A little afternoon delight?” Barry's hand slipped under her skirt to touch the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Their lips then finally met in a heated kiss and Barry could barley breath let alone think anymore.

What happened next occurred in a complete blur. Often when he was this close to Iris his powers tended to go haywire. The speed that already infused his cells would intensify at the feel of Iris's hand touching his skin or her lips moving against his. Sometimes he would vibrate, sometimes tiny bolts of lighting danced across his skin, sometimes he would slow down time in order to savor the moment.

Other times Barry would move about the room in small bursts of speed.

One moment the two of them were making out in his office chair. The next Barry had Iris pressed up against a wall across the room. Her skirt had disappeared in the process allowing her long bare legs to wrap around his waist. Her head tilted back as she moaned when Barry grinded his hardening cock against her.

In a blink of an eye Barry zipped them back to his desk. His paperwork fluttering to the floor as Iris lay on her back spread out across his desk. Barry towered over her body looking down at the hunger in her dark eyes.

Barry should of taken a moment to catch his breath. To calm down his nerves that felt like they were moving a million miles a minute. He could feel his grip on control slipping with each passing second.

Which is why Barry wasn't looking when he sped them over to the laboratory side of his office. His focus more on getting his wife out of her remaining clothes then being aware of the shelves filled with bottle of chemicals.

The sound of glass breaking ripped Barry out of the sex induced fog he'd been lost in.

“Wh-what happened?” Iris blinked in a daze.

She was sitting on the edge of the metal counter with her shirt completely unbutton exposing her white lacy bra. Barry stood between her legs, his hands gripping her waist ready to pull her underwear off. Looking at Iris distracted him again but he was vaguely aware of the white mist from the chemicals hitting the air surrounding them.

After his brain snapped back into focus he finally saw what liquid had been in the glass beaker that broke.

Oh schrap, Barry cursed to himself, its hydrochloric acid.

“Honey I'm so sorry,” Barry spoke quickly while looking into Iris's confused brown eyes. “I need to get us into a shower to get this off us.”

“Wait Barry-” Iris started but Barry had already scooped her up into his arms then sped off.

While not lethal in the small amount that got on them hydrochloric acid in a concentrated form could be corrosive and could do a lot of damage. In their case they were at a high risk of irreversible skin burns. Barry's speedster body would heal in time but Iris didn't have the same advantage. The last thing he wanted was to be responsible for marring his wife's perfect brown skin.

In under a second Barry moved them down two floors to the staff locker room. Thankfully no one was around leaving it completely empty.

Faster than the human eye could see Barry got Iris out of her remaining clothes, turned on the facet, and put her under the spray of water.

“Oh god its co-old” Iris winced as the cool water hit her skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” Barry apologized knowing his wife usually preferred her showers to be scalding hot. “The water needs to be cold to counteract the acid burn.”

“Acid burn?!” Iris whipped her head up to look at him panicked.

“You're going to be okay,” Barry soothed. “I think we got here in time.”

Barry examined Iris's arm that had been exposed to the acid mist the most. The skin there looked slightly darkened and irritated but thankfully hadn't escalated to a burn. His focus wavered a little given his wife was now completely naked getting wetter under the spray of water but he didn't think she'd appreciate him lusting after her in this moment.

“Does it hurt?” Barry asked gently, his hand stroked the skin of her waist to help calm her nerves.

“A little,” Iris's lowered her eyes down to her arm. “More itchy and irritated than painful.”

Barry breathed out a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't permanently injured her due to his speedster clumsiness.

Iris's body began to tremble kicking Barry back to worry mode.

“God your shivering. Sorry we should stay under this cold water for a little longer,” Barry wrapped his arms around her to hopefully set off the chill in her body. “But tell me if you get too cold.”

“Its not that,” Iris pushed her hair out of her face and Barry could see she looked upset. “I try to surprise my husband to make him feel better and we end up covered in acid.”

“Which is completely my fault,” Barry gave a sheepish smile. “I got a little too excited like I always do when I'm with you.”

“I didn't make your day worse?” Iris asked biting down on her lower lip.

“I'm currently wrapped around my very naked, very wet wife in the shower.” Barry grinned crookedly at her. “A little acid isn't going to ruin that.”

Iris laughed as Barry nuzzled into the side of her neck. His arms pulling her tightly against him. Even with the cold water Barry could still feel the heat that always existed between them.

He meant what he said too. Every moment he got with Iris was special to him. Even if that included them standing in a cold shower to wash acid away.

“Well you know I'am a little cold,” Iris pressed a soft kiss to the center of his chest causing electric shocks to go through his body, “Will you help me stay warm?”

Iris shrieked in surprise when Barry lifted her up into his arms and pressed her against the shower wall fully intending to pick up where they left off.

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clownsip · 7 years

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What We Could’ve Been Pt. 1

HO SNAP IS THIS A STORY?!

This is an AU where J.D. was friends with Veronica when they were little. Also, his mother is alive! I am very scared to show my writings. No one has read what I’ve written within two years, so please be gentle with me!

It’s available on AO3 as well.

Summary: He broke her heart when he moved away six year ago. He didn't bother to call, e-mail, or even write a letter to her. She should hate him, but she can't stop herself from counting the days he was gone. She couldn't stop herself from wishing he was there through her entire high school life. She missed her best friend.

Senior year was beginning and everything was looking up for Veronica. She was popular, she had hot guys drooling for her, and she got news that her old best friend was moving back in town. Okay, maybe that last part wasn't really going to go in her favor.

Dear Diary,

It’s been 2,190 days since J.D. left Sherwood, Ohio. He doesn’t deserve to be missed, but here I am counting the days since I lost saw his face. Maybe I just have a problem with letting people go. God, talk about being pathetic.

Veronica sighed as she put her pen down beside her diary. She didn’t want to start writing about how much she hated herself. She leaned back in her chair and stared at her ceiling. Senior year of high school starts tomorrow and she wanted to do nothing more than disappear. All she could do was hope that somehow, somehow, her classmates were tolerable. Most likely not, but a girl can wish.

“Veronica?!” Her mother’s voice bellowed from downstairs. She quickly got up from the chair, ignoring the slight dizziness the action caused. She jogged to her door and pulled it open.

”Yeah?” She yelled back. She wanted to make sure there was a good reason to go downstairs instead of wallow in her self-pity. Instead of an answer, Veronica heard someone making their way up the stairs. The creaks of the stairs told her they were half-way up. She walked out of her room and peered down from the banister.

“Martha?” She questioned. The bigger girl stopped walking and looked up with wide eyes.

“V-veronica!” She stuttered out. Alarms went off in her head. Martha Dunnstock never stuttered. The girl practiced public speaking while growing up to get out of her awkward phase. She did grow out of it, but no one in school gives her a chance to prove it.

“What’s wrong?” Veronica moved to the top of the stairs, a concerned look on her phase. Martha quickly walked the rest of the way up the stairs, grabbed Veronica’s forearm, and pulled the girl into her room. Veronica let a small surprised squeak out.

“What the actual fuck?” Veronica asked as soon as Martha closed her bedroom door. Her friend looked like she saw a ghost. Her skin was pale white, her eyes were wide and looking at anything other than Veronica, and there was sweat forming on her upper lip brow. “Martha, what did you do?” Veronica squinted her eyes a bit.

“Nothing, I didn’t do anything. Why would you think I did something?” She talked fast. When Veronica saw Martha on the stairs the girl looked somewhat composed, but now she was losing it.

“You’re talking fast and playing with the hem of your shirt, something is up.” Martha’s hands quickly dropped to her sides. “Just tell me what is going on.” Veronica said exasperated. She didn’t like being in the dark.

Martha stopped shifting her eyes and just stared at Veronica. She was sweating more now as she furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought. It looked like she was at war with herself. Veronica was growing impatient, this wasn’t her friend.

“Co-“

“Jason’s mom called my mom today.” She belted out. Veronica’s heart stopped.

“What?” She asked her friend, her eyes growing as wide as well. “J.D.?” Martha always called J.D. his first name. Veronica asked her why she always called him Jason, and she just felt wrong using it. Apparently she sees it as a special thing Veronica and him.

“Yeah, his mom called and said they were planning on moving back. They don’t know when, but she told my mom hopefully soon.” Martha swallowed, obviously knowing how this will affect her best friend.

Veronica felt like she was in a dream. Her eyes glazed over as her thoughts went into overdrive. Moving back? It’s been six years and now he’s coming back? Why did she call Martha’s mom and not hers? She didn’t even know the two moms knew each other. How did he look like? Was he the same as before? A headache was starting to form as one question after another popped into her head.

“You should sit down.” Her friend said but Veronica felt like her voice was million miles away. She felt cold hands softly grab her wrist and move her to her bed. She was too busy panicking to do anything on her own. Martha forced her to sit down on her bed. The girl was obviously worried about Veronica. Her eyes kept darting from her to the wall.

“I didn’t know how you would handle the news.” She finally said. Veronica wanted to reply, but she was in shock. “I know how much he meant to you. I was afraid you would have a heart attack.” Martha slightly grimaced.

“I don’t know how I feel right now.” Veronica slowly said. She was afraid her voice would crack, but luckily it just sounded shaky. She moved to lay down on her bed. Martha sat on the other side of her bed, her eyes showed concern for her friend. “What if he forgot about me? He had to since he didn’t care to contact me all this time.”

“I don’t think he would’ve. He was practically in love with you.” Martha chuckled, laying down next to Veronica. She looked at her friend and smiled. Her thoughts had slowed down, and now there was just a dull ache in her chest.

“Oh, please. Did you see eleven year old me? There is no way he was in love with that.” Veronica rolled her eyes. “Plus, we were too young to know how to love someone outside our family. Maybe he just liked me a lot.” She reasoned, more so with herself than with Martha. Martha rolled her eyes and got up from the bed.

“I’ll let you believe what you want to believe.” She headed towards the door. “Let’s go watch the Princess Bride! I left it downstairs.” Martha looked at Veronica and smiled. She smiled back at her and quickly got off the bed. The ache in her chest was subsiding all together. Maybe everything would be okay.

Everything was not going to be okay. Three weeks into the school year and Veronica somehow found herself to be one of the most popular girls in the school. The Heathers took her underneath their wing and taught how to actually fit in.

“Veronica, we got to motor.” Heather Chandler said as she pulled Veronica’s arm and pulled out of the bathroom. The other two Heather’s were waiting just outside the door. Heather Duke was glaring at her while Heather McNamara gave her a small smile.

“Finally. I was about to proclaim you two dead and take over the group myself.” Duke gave a smile that told Veronica she was not joking. The girl was green with envy of Heather Chandler. Veronica figured that out on the first day of being in the group.

“Oh, shut up, slut.” Chandler rolled her eyes. She let go of Veronica’s arm and straightened out her plaid skirt. “I heard there was a new kid and I wanted to see what he looked like.” She casually said as her eyes searched the hallway they were in. Veronica’s skin started to tingle. New kid? Their town was so small that the only new kids they got were freshman.

“Why do you even care?” Duke was inspecting her nails. She didn’t really care about any boys besides Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelly. Veronica wondered how exactly these two girls became friends. They were constantly fighting and causing drama for the other. Of course, Duke followed Chandler, but sometimes she would try to take charge and make things complicated between them.

“Maybe I’m tired of all of us sharing the same dick, Heather. I need new meat.” She gave a smirk and continued her search. McNamara just stood next to Veronica on her phone. Her fingers were quickly tapping the screen as she texted someone. She’s been glued to her phone lately, Veronica would have to ask her about that later. Hopefully she met someone, hopefully out of this shitty school.

“What if he is a lame ass? You want to suck nerd penis?” Duke looked up at Chandler. It wasn’t a very good comeback, but at least she tried.

“Then Veronica could have him.” Chandler shrugged. Veronica side-glanced at her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She said, smoothing out her blazer to calm her nerves. What if J.D. finally came back? If Heather became interested in him, then Veronica would have to sit on the side lines and watch her ‘best friend’ try to get in her ex-best friend’s pant. That thought alone made Veronica inwardly shiver.

“You passed up every chance that Ram and Kurt gave you to sleep with them. I figured you’re either a prude, gay, or like to take advantage of virgins.” Chandler said. “Aha!” She found who she was looking for and started to walk towards them. Veronica followed after her, silently rolling her eyes at Heather. She tried to look over the girl to see who she found, but couldn’t find anyone that stood out.

Heather weaved through people like it was nothing. Veronica was having some trouble not being squeezed to death by people bigger than her. She was considered to be pretty short, so it was easy to just step on her.

“Shit, lost him in the crowd.” She sighed and stopped in the middle of the hallway. Veronica almost collided with her. Luckily, she stopped in time. The bell rang signaling that it was lunch time.

Chandler figured that he might be in the cafeteria (or what they called the café), so she just started walking again without saying anything. Heather Duke was busy talking to some football player to notice that her leader had started moving again. Veronica didn’t say anything as she followed Chandler. McNamara was hot on her heels, head down looking at her phone. Every so often her eyes would look up for a second to make sure she wasn’t going to bump into someone.

As they entered the café, Veronica’s eye was caught by someone sitting in the corner. He was wearing all black and picking at his food. He look like he was wearing a long trench coat. She furrowed her brows, who wears that anymore? As if he felt her staring, he looked up. He stared back before winking and going back to his food. Veronica’s skin broke out in goosebumps. This was the new kid. He didn’t look like J.D., but there was something about the way he looked at her.

Heather Chandler commented on her drooling, saying that the guy wasn’t cute enough for her to suck his dick. Veronica felt like she did when Martha told her J.D. was coming back. She felt dazed and far away from everyone. Her eyes stayed on him, trying to figure out what it was that bothered her.

While she was staring, Ram and Kurt made their way towards him. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but before long punches were being thrown. That was enough to snap her out of her daze.

The new kid blocked Kurt’s punch with a book that was beside him on the table and punched him in his stomach. Kurt stumbled back onto a table in shock. Before Ram was able to defend his friend, the new kid turned and punched him right in the face. Kurt got off the table and charged. The guy in black grabbed his arm and kicked him right in the balls, leaving Kurt to crumble on the ground in pain. The fight continued on before someone came and broke it up.

The new kid walked away from the two boys on the ground, smirking that he was able to throw the last punch. He was headed towards her. Her head started swimming, is this J.D.? Why was he coming this way? She should just run away? She hands started to get clammy as he continued his way towards her. It seemed like time slowed down for them. Their eyes stayed locked to each others, both trying to understand what the other was feeling. Veronica’s emotions were usually worn on her sleeve, so it wouldn’t be hard for him to see that she was nervous. His mouth cracked into a smile as he got closer to her. He stopped within a few feet from her. It felt like everyone was staring at them. Finally he spoke.

“Veronica!” Shit.

#heathers #veronica sawyer #jason dean #jd #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #my writings

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