14 Works by CallMeElle
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There’s a yearning in it, in him, that seems even more pronounced than it had earlier. The entire day has seemed anticipatory—reacquainting with Iris West, being inundated with the many memories of that old new and honest love, seeing said woman in a light that time had never given them a chance to. He’d gotten to see the other side of love with Iris and he’s decided that this, now, just isn’t enough.
Or, high school sweethearts Barry and Iris are reacquainted again after fourteen years. Barry's been yearning to rediscover their romance.
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And it’s that caprice that scares her. It’s so easy to find herself wrapped up in him. She likes that fire in him and it’s there every time he lays claim to her. When he wraps his hands up in her hair as he’s riding her; when he whispers sweet nothings in her ear before they fall asleep; when he presses kisses to her mouth until she can’t breathe; when he coaxes smiles out of her on days she’d rather wallow in her feelings. She swears he holds the whole of her heart in his hands and she wants to want to follow him down any path he leads her on.
She can’t help thinking though, what if he takes her with him as he dives headfirst into heartbreak?
Or, Iris and Barry find themselves evaluating their relationship after an argument.
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- Part 2 of World on Fire
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It is not a tentative, terse, transient sort of love.
Ichabod knows that that’s true.
Because it feels like they were made for each other.
He feels it when they’re curled against one another on the couch, lost in laughing commentary and thoughtful conversation; lost in cuddling and kissing and intimacy.
He feels it when she’s wrapped around him in bed, her naked flesh warm against his, always accepting his hard length when he reaches for her in the night.Or, Ichabod needs a little reassurance, and Abbie gives it to him.
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- Part 2 of In the Still of the Night
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The last vestiges of darkness slip away from him, the whole of him so filled with her that he thinks he’s going to burn with it. Maybe it’s wrong to believe in one so heavily; maybe it’s unfair to think that another person is responsible for one’s happiness. Barry knows all of that on a cerebral level. How he yearns for her isn’t logical, though. Because she feels like the sum that makes up all his parts, the one that helps him to see who he is beyond an imprisoned dad and a dead mom and nothing to call his own but a house that still carries the ghosts of them. He wants to be because of her, because she’s shown him family again and compassion again and love again.
Still, he wants to keep this light hearted feeling so he tries for some levity.
“So if I revert back to tripping all over myself, you’ll still love me?”
It doesn’t work, though, because she shakes her head fondly and presses her face into his neck, her hand held over his heart. “I think I’m gonna love you forever, Barry Allen.”Or, it’s Barry’s birthday, and Iris helps him celebrate.
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- Part 2 of I'm in Love With All That You Are
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"Don't wake me up 'cause I'm in love with all that you are
You make me see the truth in things, I think that you are
The remedy for everything it seems that you are
The truth itself 'cause nothing else can take me so far"Or, a series of sporadic dates between Iris and Barry lead to something more, a story in its own making.
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- Part 1 of I'm in Love With All That You Are
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“Are you sure?” he asks.
“As sure as I am about anything,” she tells him, which is to say: no, she’s not. But then he whispers, “Abigail,” and the sound of her name on his tongue is fire. It is flames that shoot up in her belly and heats her from the inside.Series
- Part 1 of In the Still of the Night
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They talk, until the sun does rise over Iris's window sill. And Barry rolls onto his back to pull her atop him, fingering into her until she’s dripping down his wrist. He sheathes himself and pushes himself into her, wet hands holding onto her hips as she takes over, grinding down onto him until they’re both a simpering, moaning mess, soaked and sated. After, Iris cuddles on top of him again, her mouth against his throat as she tells him, “of course, we’ll go out later,” when he whispers the question into hair.
They fall asleep to the still quietly falling snow.
Or, softly falling snow, spiked hot chocolate, and some light smut for the holiday seasons.
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Her move to look out of the window has put her closer to Barry, whose long frame is stretched out in front of him. When she turns to face him, she watches as his eyes run along her frame, from her tall black pumps, up her bare legs. Her fitted black skirt feels tighter under his gaze, her red silk blouse nearly transparent. When he locks on her face, she feels feverish, and confused, and a little bit like she’s drowning.
Or, the Fake Dating AU I've somehow convinced myself to write.
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- Part 1 of World on Fire
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This kiss is filthy, a reincarnation of what they'd just done, with lips and tongue and teeth, enough that she’s already feeling it again, the sharp flutter of her sex throbbing. But it’s sweet too, slow and earnest, Barry’s hands cupping her cheeks and his eyes closed as he gives her everything.
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- Part 2 of Your Love Captured Me
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“I love you,” she tells him, and whatever doubts Barry has ever had are swiped away at the warm feel of her naked body draped half on top of his. “I love your kindness, your devotion.” Her smile becomes the epitome of dirty. “I love how you fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Barry coughs, but it’s a laugh too, and he wraps his arms around her, squeezing her to him. “I love you too, Iris.”(It's literally just some smut, y'all)
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- Part 1 of Your Love Captured Me
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Janet still croons (dancin on the floor, feeling the slow groove, my mind is startin to burn, with forbidden thoughts) and Barry is looking at her like she is a star. Like she is lust and love and some deity all wrapped in brown skin and black fabric and iridescent sequins.
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...and he is nice and warm and if he thinks she might be good, maybe she is?
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None of his fantasies could compare to this, could come even close. She was sideways in his lap, but her hands were planted on his shoulders. And her mouth was slanted on his, pressing against his. He felt the tip of her tongue on his lips and he opened for her. She licked into his mouth, nibbled at his lips. She tasted like vodka and heat and something faintly sweet, and Barry knew it was her flavor he wanted on his tongue for the rest of his life.
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Rain is for lovers.