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Barry had helped us get Iris settled back in at the West Household faster than we thought.

My guest bedroom was back to normal, my place more empty than it used to be after Iris moved in. Barry walks over to me, letting out a sigh, fixing his button up, grabbing my hands.

"My place feels more empty than usual." I say, as he smiles lightly.

"You know-" Barry trails off, "I was thinking about getting my own place."

"I thought you were getting kicked out." I laugh lightly, due to what Iris had told me.

"Well- technically- but also technically not-" He shrugs, "Joe told me I was grown and it was about time I got a place for myself right after I brought up the topic."

"Is that so?" I question.

"Yeah- so I was wondering-" He starts, "If maybe- possibly- if you could find the kindness in your heart- I could stay here until I actually get a place?"

A grin crosses my lips, "I think that'd be great."

"Really?" He smiles, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

"Yeah-" I laugh quietly, my hands going to his face because of how close he pulled me into him, as he leans forward lightly, causing me to arch my back with him.

He hums before pressing his lips into mine. I melt into the kiss, him picking me up, walking right into my room with breaking the kiss, lightly kicking the door close, laying me back on my bed, pulling away, climbing on top of me.

I grip onto his collar, pressing my lips into his once more, unbuttoning his shirt, his lips breaking into a smile during the kiss.

The light of the moon shined through my window, as Barry slipped off his button up, along with his t shirt, tossing it on the ground, kissing down my neck, pulling the hem off my t shirt.

He pulls away, allowing me to slip it off and toss it by his clothes, his hands moving to my jeans, unbutton them while reconnecting his lips with mine.

-

The smell of breakfast woke me up the next day, as I slowly sat up, a yawn leaving my lips. I slipped out of bed, dressed in only underwear and one of Barry's oversized t shirts, walking into my kitchen, seeing Barry stood in front of the stove, shirtless, scratches on his back, in only sweatpants, making breakfast.

"Hey-" my voice comes out raspy, my hand touching the wall, my hair slightly messy and tangled, his t shirt fitting me like a dress.

His head immediately snaps in my direction at the sound of my voice, a smile taking over my his lips, his teeth showing, "Hey-"

Within seconds, he ran around the kitchen, setting a plate of breakfast for me, placing it in my hands with a glass of orange juice, before returning back to the stove, my eyes wide at the sudden movement, my eyes flickering down to the plate and back at him, as he spoke, "Blueberry pancakes, scrambled eggs, and cut up fruit- and some oj."

"Well- I've always admired how good of a cook you are." I set down the plate and glass on the table, walking over to him.

"And I've always admired how amazing you look in my clothes." Barry spoke, flipping a few pancakes.

I walk over to him, my hand touching his forearm, "Hey- look at me."

His hand stays on the handle of the pan, making eye contact with me as I put my head on his shoulder, leaning up, standing on my tippy toes, pressing my lips into his.

He kisses back, his free hand on my waist, as I pull away, but not my face, my nose rubbing against his, "I didn't get to do that today."

"Well, I'm glad you did." He smiles, turning back to the pancakes it was making.

I kiss his cheek, moving to the table, sitting down, starting to eat breakfast. He soon joins me, as we ate breakfast, then moved into my room. I changed into a white sweater, it being slowly oversized on me, leading me to not tucking it in, blue jeans with a few rips here and my normal black ankle heeled boots, leaving my hair straight, applying on some chapstick.

Barry comes by me, already dressed. After a few minutes, we leave and go to Star Labs, all of us standing in the cortex, watching HR in amusement, the man playing loud music and uncovering a few plates of food, a tray of coffee from Jitters next to him.

I fix my badge and holster, before crossing my arms, standing still next to Barry.

"Sumptuous day." HR exclaimed, looking at us. "Oh no- on this Earth, I believe you say-"

Cisco cuts him off, finishing for him, "Good morning."

"Good morning." HR smiles at us, "And it is, isn't it? I mean- the music on your Earth, well, it strikes a chord, no pun intended. Please, help yourself." He points to the food, "I heard a crew works best when it's well-fed and well-rested."

"Then I'm gonna go take a nap-" I start to walk away, as Barry is quick to grabs my forearms, pulling me back into him, my back hitting his chest, as I tilt my head back, looking up at him as he looks down at me.

"You didn't sleep well last night?" Barry questions, a confused expression on his face.

"Well. I slept well for the time I was asleep." I shrug lightly.

"You were up?" He questions, messing with me, acting as if he had no idea about the events that had went on last night, "Why?"

"For real?" I stare at him, as he shrugs innocently.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me-" I start to walk away once more, trying to pull away from him as he lets out a quiet laugh, pulling me back into him, wrapping a arm around me.

"Are those coffee's for us too?" Iris questions.

"Yes, indeed, Miss West." HR chuckles, pushing the cart with the coffees on the flat surface by us, "I took the liberty of reading through your ledgers last night. A lot of information to absorb, but let's see how I did."

He picks up a iced coffee up from the cart, holding it out in front of me, "Caramel iced coffee for Miss Detective Young."

"You know you can call me Zee, right?" I slowly take the coffee from him, taking a sip through the straw, my eyes closing in delight, the flavoring taste stuck on my tongue, this being much needed as I lean back into Barry's chest, holding the iced coffee to my chest, my voice coming out quiet, and full of satisfaction, "Good job-"

"Skim milk, chai latte." He hands Iris her coffee, Iris smiling, impressed, "Okay."

"An Iced Americano with two- no- three espresso shots." HR hands Wally his drink, Wally wearing a similar smile to Iris', "Boom."

"That happened, Walter." HR spoke, grabbing another drink.

"It's Wally-" Wally corrects.

HR corrects himself, walking over to Barry, "And for my fleet of foot, friend, you'd best stick to decaf."

"Probably for the best, yeah." Barry chuckles, sipping his coffee, as I lean up, kissing his cheek as he does.

"San Francisco," HR calls for Cisco, his tone moving to a completely different accent, "I have prepared a French Roast with a touch of creamer." He hands Cisco a drink.

"Thank you." Cisco smiles, pleased.

HR goes on about how he wanted to gain the team's trust in a series of games, which is where Cisco broke out and told him that he should just observe and see how everything went on here to decide how he was going to get our trust and help us.