Barry had decided to surprise you tonight. You, his gorgeous girlfriend, were under the impression that he, your handsome boyfriend, was out fighting crime like he usually did as the Flash. But today, well, today was special, if he did say so himself. Barry was about to go out for a long evening to night of chasing criminals, but then Joe, Iris, Caitlin, Cisco, Oliver, everyone— they told him that they’d handle it. So he planned to surprise you, and planned an evening - one evening - where you two had nothing to do but enjoy each other’s company.

Barry watched you as you sat there on the sofa, reading a book, looking so beautiful. In those casual pyjamas he loved, your hair over one shoulder, falling in front of your eyes, but then you’d reach up to brush it out of your eyes. The light fell perfect on your face, highlighting every little contour and somehow making you look more perfect.

You looked so peaceful, and Barry couldn’t help but not want to disturb the picture. After all, you rarely got a moment to yourself as you knew he was the Flash, and that put you in danger more than he liked you to be.

Barry shifted his arms from where they were folded, tilting his head. “You look stunning.” He said softly, smiling lovingly.