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Chapter 14

Barry woke feeling refreshed, like he had just slept for three days straight. There was a weight on his chest and when he looked down he noticed the familiar brunette locks that belonged to Caitlin. He stiffened and panicked for a brief moment trying to remember what happened last night.

He remembered them making dinner and music was playing in the background. Caitlin was singing completely out of tune, Barry pulling her into a dance. He would hold her as they swayed to the music, he would quietly serenade her by whispering in her ear. Instead of watching a movie they decided to just go to sleep. They both were exhausted. So when Caitlin suggested they get some sleep and Barry headed towards the couch, he was surprised when Caitlin grabbed his hand and dragged him into her bedroom. He looked at her with a curious expression. She merely shrugged her shoulders.

"It's not like we have never shared the same bed before."

She slipped under the covers first and patted the empty side next to her. Barry cautiously crept into the bed, careful not to touch her. He wasn't sure how far this should go so quickly. They lay beside each other for a few minutes before Caitlin huffed. She flipped over facing him, curled her arm around him before letting her head fall on his bare chest.

Barry smiled at the memory.

Caitlin was still sound asleep, curled into his side. Her head on his chest and her hand gently resting over his heart. His arm was wrapped around her, familiarly. He missed this about them. He missed her.

Maybe it was good thing him and Iris ended things. Maybe it was an opening for him and Caitlin to begin something new; something that they should have tried a long time ago before she moved. He couldn't resist placing a kiss on her forehead. He prayed he didn't wake her, wanting to watch her sleep a little longer. But, evidently, she did begin to stir.

She fussed never opening her eyes and Barry lay completely still, "Mmm…" she groaned before cuddling closer to him, if that was even possible. "Barry." She sighed into his chest and his heart burst.

She was still dreaming. Of him, no less!

He wondered briefly how many men she had whispered his name to. Heaven knows he has. There was one time in college he had a brief fling with a girl named Patty. They had been intimate and one night when he had been missing Caitlin more than normal, he had accidently called out Caitlin's name in his climax. Barry had felt extremely bad about it but the two ended things quickly after that. He made a promise to himself never to admit it to Caitlin. It was way too embarrassing.

Barry Allen had gotten his wish as he relaxed back into the bed. He pulled Caitlin closer, smiling when she burrowed further into him. He watched her sleep for another fifteen minutes before she woke up. His thoughts consumed him as he watched her nose twitch in her sleep. When her eyes fluttered open, Barry felt at home. She smiled at him sleepily, he expected her to panic when she woke up to him watching her but she didn't. She lifted her hand on his chest and began caressing her way up his chest, neck, resting on his cheek.

"I missed waking up to you." She murmured, her voice groggy from sleep.

He wanted her. He had never wanted her more than he did in that moment, her muttering those very words. He wanted her to be his. His Caitlin. He wanted to be hers. Her Barry. She was already his everything and he wanted to be her everything as well.

"I love you."

He hadn't eve realized he had said anything until she froze. Her eyes saddened and her body jerked away from his. He began to panic. He didn't want her to leave his arms. He never wanted her to leave him, ever.

"Don't tease me like that Barr." She mumbled, eyes never leaving his.

Barry's eyes widened slightly. She thought he didn't mean it. Feeling bold, he reached over and pulled her to him, encasing her in his embrace. He leaned over her, his hand gently caressing her face lovingly.

"I love you, Caitlin." He kissed her lips. It was gentle and sweet, giving her control. If she wanted to push him away, he would pull back. If she wanted to pull him closer, she had free reign. She responded almost instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

The gentle kiss quickly turned heated. Their passion sparking between them. All the years spent away from one another, all the moments spent with other people, it all led to this moment. Their feelings were pouring out of themselves and into the other.

"I love you too, Barry." She whispered as she pulled away from the kiss.

After seeing the love shining in her eyes Barry couldn't contain himself. He pulled away from her lips only to latch onto her neck. He placed short kisses along her jaw and down the slope of her neck. Her hands raked through his hair, gripping and releasing.

His hands wandered underneath the shirt she was wearing. He caressed the underside of her breasts. She moaned in response.

Oh, how he loved the sounds she was making.

"Cait." He whispered into her neck. He felt her body shudder at her name. It enthralled him to no end. He needed to stop now, otherwise he may never be able to stop.

She was breathing heavily when he finally pulled away to look at her. He smiled taking in her complete beauty. Her skin flushed, her eyes heavy lidded, her breath uneven, and a few small marks appearing on her neck. He smirked, he would get hell for that later.

She smiled, "Barr–" He cut her off with a quick kiss. If she spoke he would quickly give into his desires. And he desired her so very much.

"I'm hungry. Pancakes sound good?" He asked in between kisses to her cheeks, nose, forehead before returning to her slightly swollen lips. She completely submitted to his onslaught of affection.

He rolled off her and headed towards the kitchen.

Caitlin just laid in bed. She was trying to wrap her head around what just happened. She closed her eyes, smiling to herself.

Ten minutes later, after a trip to the bathroom she waltzed into her kitchen. Leaning against the doorway watching Barry cook over the hot stove. She enjoyed the view of a shirtless Barry Allen. He had always been fit and active but older Barry was hot and sexy. She loved it.

Caitlin crept up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Her hands dragged up his abs resting on his chest. He gave a small hiss as if burned. She smirked and began placing short kisses on his back, between his shoulder blades, on his shoulder, leading up towards his neck before she pulled away laughing quietly.

"That is not fair." Barry whined turning to face her as she made her way towards the coffee pot.

"Neither is you looking the way you do." She replied focusing on making her cup of coffee.

"You like the way I look?" H replied smugly.

"Never said that." She glanced up at him with a smirk, watching his expression change. "But I guess so. Yes." She shrugged. "I was just saying that it wasn't fair that you look like that," Caitlin gestured to all of him, "And I haven't changed at all since high school." She mumbled into her coffee mug.

He stopped cooking to look at her. Shaking his head, "Caitlin, trust me. You have changed just as much, if not more than me. I buffed up a bit. But you blossomed into true beauty."

She smiled, "I think you flatter me too much."

"I would love to flatter you more."

"Keep that up and my ego will grow."

"I'm willing to risk it."

"Barry!" She laughed "You are unbelieva–"

Their cobversation was cut short when a phone rang.

"That's me." Barry sighed, "Iris has been calling all morning."

"Must have figured out you didn't stay at your dad's house last night." She whispered.

"Well it's not her business where I stay anymore."

Caitlin stared at him for a moment before putting her coffee down to talk to him. "Barry, I know that things aren't the best between you two. But maybe you just need to talk it out? Get everything out in the open and move on." She knew it wasn't her business but she wanted him to be happy and even she could see the situation still bothered him.

He knew she was right but he still felt such anger towards them

"Nah, I'm good." He tensed.

"But Bar–"

"I said I'm good!" He snapped cutting her off.

She closed her mouth, nodded once even though his back was to her, turned and walked away.

Barry let out a loud frustrated sigh, running his fingers through his hair. He turned off the stove and followed Caitlin into her room.

She was sitting on the edge of her bed, hands folded in her lap.

Barry sat down next to her. "I'm sorry for raising my voice. I shouldn't have. You are innocent in all this and I just need some time to process everything."

"I know. I just want you to be happy and move on. I don't want you to hurt anymore." She whispered as he pulled her onto his lap. He held her close to him. "I know, Cait. I'll be okay. I have you in my arms. I couldn't be happier." Barry kissed her forehead before she wiggled out of his embrace.

"I still have work today. So, either get out or close your eyes." She gave him a sly smile and a wink before turning towards her closet. She reached for the bottom pf her shirt and began to take it off. Caitlin could feel his eyes canvassing her body. She ignored his gaze and slipped off her shorts. Her hand barely grazing the doorknob of her closet before she felt Barry behind her.

He couldn't stop himself. She was teasing him and it was cruel. He was by her in an instant. His hands moved on their own accord, softly rubbing up and down her sides. His mouth latched onto her neck, kissing, biting, suckling and licking anywhere his lips could reach.

Caitlin gasped in surprise as he bit her a little too hard. Barry smirked his tongue licking at the bite mark soothing any pain she felt instantly.

He liked marking her with his kisses and he was proud that she had a few markings on her neck. She would have to hide them but he knew they were there and that's all he cared about.

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You are torturing me."

"Don't. Barry." She moaned.

He kissed her temple, turning her around.

"Cait, I want you."

He kissed her cheek.

"We can't."

His nose skimmed her jaw.

"I need you."

He kissed her jaw. She moaned in response.

He nipped at her neck.

"Cait."

He kissed her bare shoulder as he pulled her bra strap down.

This snapped her out of the desire-filled haze they were in.

"No! You are still hurting. I won't risk it!"

She said ripping herself out of his grasp and heading towards her bedroom.

"Damn." Barry cursed himself. He shook his head to clear his lustful thoughts from his mind. He wandered her room for a moment looking for his clothes he had worn the day before.

He headed towards the kitchen to finish breakfast, grabbing plates and silverware. Looking up when he noticed that Caitlin had walked into the kitchen. This time she was in a high-collared black and blue dress and perfectly polished for work.

"Can you zip me up?" She asked innocently.

He went to her as she turned around. "Torture." He whispered into her ear.

She gave him a brilliant smile before they began eating breakfast.