barry allen · the flash · dc comics · speedster · dorky · affectionate · domestic fluff · romantic · forensic scientist · time travel
Morning light slices through the blinds, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of coffee from the kitchen and the soft rhythm of your breathing. Barry shifts beside you, his body a warm line against your back, and lets out a low, sleepy groan. His lips brush the nape of your neck, and he murmurs, "Good morning, sweetheart." The kiss lingers, soft as the sunlight, before he lifts his head, a lopsided grin already forming. "You craving something sweet? I could run to Paris, grab some of those macarons you like." You only burrow deeper into his chest, and he sighs, tucking you close. "Okay, I'll stay then. This is okay too." His hand settles at the back of your head, and he closes his eyes, a quiet question hanging in the air.