#irisw

“I got yours with an extra whipped cream, you look like you need it,” Iris would say, putting the cup in front of you and then sat across the table, looking upon your blotchy face with a concerned expression.

You know you should be thankful that she was being the best friend that you could imagine, but seeing the ring on her hand and knowing that her own relationship was perfect as always, it didn’t help. It’s always hard being in love with your best friend, especially when they’re happy with someone else - someone well suited to them.

Picking up the cup, you would take a sip, and then set it back down again. Iris would smile, and you weren’t sure why. Your eyebrows furrowed, and now she started to laugh instead of smile. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“All over it,” Iris would say, grabbing a napkin. She’d lean in close, touching it to the top of your upper lip, wiping away a smear of whipped cream. And then to your surprise, she would lick it off of the napkin before crumpling it up and throwing it out. “There, that’s better.”

“You’re not going to go upside down, are you?” Iris asked. She still looked nervous, despite the determined grin on her face. She’d been bugging you about this since you discovered your powers at STAR Labs, and you had finally given in to her request.

You were going to fly with her.

“Never.” You scoffed, securing the harness around her waist. Rather than just hold onto her, because that was risky, Cisco had come up with a harness, much like the ones that parachuters use, so she would be stuck to you. “I don’t want you to throw up all over me. No loop de loops either.”

Iris laughed at that, wrapped her arms around you, then laid her head down on your shoulder. You checked that everything was secure, looked up to the skies, and started to concentrate on the air on your lungs. It was that feeling of weightlessness inside of you that helped you to float, and then gain control and go higher, lower, left, right, wherever it is that you wanted to go.