plz any iris femslash your choosing
okay imma go with iris/laurel so instead of s1 her writing about the flash it’s about black canary and we’ll go from there.
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“If you’re going to kiss me,” Iris says. “Can you at least take your mask off?”
Black Canary has that patent grin on, the one that makes Iris feel kind of seasick on land, as she cups Iris’s jaw with her hand. “I kept my mask on the last time,” she says. “And the time before that.”
“I’m getting tired of it,” Iris says. “Maybe we could actually go to dinner sometime. Then your place afterwards.”
“Oh come on,” Canary says, her hand tucking under Iris’ skirt. “If you wanted to give me a hard time, you’d have worn tights under your dress.”
“It’s not that cold,” Iris bristles.
“You’ve got goosebumps on your legs, babe,” she says, inching closer. “Is that for me, or the windchill?”
Iris gazes up at her, like she’s trying to peel off Black Canary’s mask with her glare alone. “You’re a tease.”
Black Canary circles her fingers up Iris’ thigh. “Yeah,” she says. “But you make it too easy. You’re so-” She brushes her fingers against her vulva, but no further. “Easy to wind up. You know?”
“Why do you never let me touch you like this?” Iris asks. “It hardly seems fair.”
“Oh, I touch myself later,” Black Canary says. Another brush against Iris’ underwear When Iris tries to buck against her hand, Canary pins Iris’ hips with her own. “I like to think about how soft and wet you are, Iris. I like to memorize the look on your face.”
“That’s not fair, though,” Iris says. “You know what I look like when I come, you’ve had your fingers inside me, and you won’t even let me touch you back. I want to know what you look like, too. In general. When you come. I deserve to know.”
Black Canary considers it for a moment. “If I take off my mask,” she says. “You have to take off your underwear, and give them to me.”
Iris shudders. “That’s a deal.”
She pulls her blonde hair back over her shoulder, peeling the mask off with a practiced ease.
“Oh,” Iris says, a little star struck by her black greasepaint still smeared around her eyes, how she kind of looks like an angel. “I don’t- Who are you? What’s your name?”
“We didn’t agree to that, now did we?” Black Canary says. “Now, your part of the deal?”
Iris puts her hands under her dress, rolling her underwear down her legs without breaking eye contact. She balls them in her hand and gives them over, and she notices that Black Canary smiles so much more prettily without the mask to mar her features.
“Now,” Black Canary says. “I know you’re gonna be scouring the web for me, and you probably won’t find much- I’ve got a good friend on that- But if you did find a match, you wouldn’t print it in the paper, now would you?”
“If I found a match,” Iris says. “I think I’d just look up your number, first. Your secret’s safe with me.”
Black Canary kisses her, her hand finding that familiar place under Iris’ dress once more. “That’s good,” she says. “I really think our relationship could reach new highs, Iris.”
And Iris, who is starting to reach a new high as Black Canary has two gloved fingers inside her, slick leather and all heat, flutters her eyes. “Oh, I’d- I- I-”
