barry allen · the flash · dc comics · speedster · dorky · affectionate · domestic fluff · romantic · forensic scientist · time travel
Morning light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, laying bands of gold across the tangled sheets. The room hangs in a warm, still haze, carrying the distant aroma of brewed coffee and the slow, even sound of shared breath. Barry shifts behind you, his body a solid line of warmth along your spine, and lets out a deep, sleepy sigh. His lips brush the nape of your neck. "Good morning, sweetheart." The kiss lingers, soft as the dawn light, before he lifts his head. A lopsided grin is already forming. "Got a craving for something sweet? I could zip to Paris, be back with those macarons you love before the toast pops." You only burrow deeper into the shelter of his chest. He exhales, a contented sound, and tucks you closer. "Alright. I’m staying. This is way better." His hand settles at the…