Iris: A Fictional Narrative

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"You look incredible in that." Barry complimented from the warm mattress after stirring awake. Iris stood in front of his mirror across the room. He was a firm believer that beds, especially his bed, were best the moment you woke up. "That's why mornings are cruel," he would always explain to Iris. She admired his nerdy and scientific mind but found his logic towards mornings very cute. A small smile found its way on Iris' face through the mirror at Barry's first words to her that morning.
"You're finally up. And I wore this outfit last night, Barr." she responded after finally slipping on her left shoe. The knee high boots were sexy but took much effort to put on. It was worth it though as she stood tall. Her clothes, on the other hand, were
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And I'm sorry. I...err, we were a little preoccupied." Barry's flustered laughed filled the bedroom as he brushed through his fluffy morning hair. He sensed something was off with Iris when she didn't laugh or at least smile. Instead, she averted eye contact and looked for her purse.
"I gotta get home, do my yoga, and be out the door to get early access to some courthouse files." she whispered walking over to him. She couldn't help but use her quiet voice when it was so early in the morning. It was as if she didn't want to disrupt the city's peaceful sleep with her voice. He found it unbearably cute.
"I haven't received any urgent calls yet, so I will be at work around nine to get started on my lab results." he said trying to remember his schedule for the day. Barry's mind then drifted off to Iris practicing yoga. He had only seen her in action a few times because she preferred to do it in complete solitude. From what Barry had caught, she was a pro at it. Iris always insisted it was why she could walk in heels with so much balance and endurance. Barry was sure he was too long and uncoordinated to even try the physical
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This time she controlled the pace. I've got some tricks up my sleeve too, Barry. She hears him bite back a m*** at her touch. The mere seconds of kissing seemed like forever because it just felt so. damn. good.
"Hmmm...My yoga mat is calling my name. It senses all the tension here with you." she mused after breaking contact. Her hands travel down his expansive torso stopping at the waistband of his pajama pants. He opened his eyes softly and slowly, unknowingly showing off his long lashes.
"Can I come see you during lunch later, even though we've already talked." he asked with puppy dog eyes.
"I would love that. Just text me." she said wrapping her purse around her frame. Barry slowly nodded his head in response. He was still hazed by the heady combination of early morning agony and the trails of fire on his lips. Their hands still entangled, Iris continued to leave as he followed closely behind; the couple further abandoned the untouched bowls of cereal. He tugged at her hand before she could walk out the door. A sense of deja vu from the events that had happened only just the night before fill their minds. He had been furious about the delivered flowers from Cameron and he was being passive