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Barry’s in the kitchen grabbing some water when he hears Iris thundering down the stairs, and a beat later, Wally wails, “No, not again. My eyes!”
Curious, he sticks his head out the doorway. Wally’s face is buried in the couch cushions. He’s holding one hand out, as though to ward someone off, and Iris—Well.
Here Barry’s brain stutters to a stop. There’s a furry jacket thing, which on any other day Barry would make fun of but right now he can’t because it’s hanging open over a lot of, um. Cleavage. Barry knows Iris well enough to recognize a push-up bra in action, not like he’s complaining or anything and then—
shorts that barely qualify as such and he doesn’t even need her to turn around to know that her ass looks amazing and—
miles of legs encased in tights and Jesus Chris this should be illegal—
“Therapy!” Wally’s voice is slightly muffled from all the cushions. “I’m gonna be in therapy forever! Please take it off!”
And Barry thinks vehemently Never ever take it off but at the same time he’s already mentally sliding his hands inside the jacket and peeling it off her shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, and—
He pops back into the kitchen, caught in an avalanche of lust. Breathes hard. He feels lightheaded, which makes sense given that all his blood is no doubt rushing south to a different portion of his anatomy.
“Barry?” Iris’s voice, from the living room. “Are you coming?”
Ha. Coming. Yes, he’d like to. With her. Whenever, wherever—
Get a grip, Allen. Her brother is ten feet away.
He can hear Iris moving toward the kitchen and he flashes across the room so the counter blocks her view of his lower body. She leans against the doorframe, grinning cheerfully. “I love going undercover.”
“Your hair is purple,” he says, surprised. He hadn’t notice it before. Well, obviously. There were several other more pressing things to take in.
“Go big or go home,” she says. “Ready?”
“Yup.” Barry gives himself points for not leering at her, which he then immediately has to take away because she turns around and—yeah. The shorts are spectacular.