Weeks like the previous one were never simple. It was a fact Iris had realized early on and one that Lily was still attempting to learn.

It seemed that, just for a few days, everything changed, the rules were different, and the knowledge of what was out there and who, what, they were that made her other life seem mundane and unreal. It all mattered, she would never say or believe otherwise, but it was difficult to reconcile the two separate existences and, for just a short amount of time, make the two exist as one as best as she could. But it was all strange and complicated with the differences and extremes in them both ; she often did not know what to make of it, them, or any of it. She did her best to try -- mostly on her own as of late, hitting the streets, the internet, observing. It wasn't the best method, no, but a habit that went back to home (their real home) was hard to break. Quite unlike Barry, she didn't have a team. They had their little makeshift family, but for the most part it was quite a bit of 'flying solo' when it came to her own work. So, spending the weekend running around from Boston to New York with her (not) husband to put together a new puzzle was both a welcomed change for Iris, but also something that was strange. It was familiar, back to an old life and routine for her, but Lily? Lily wasn't used to that and, for Iris, wrapping her mind around it was odd and no matter how much she enjoyed the return to her form of normalcy, in the back of her mind, it was apparent that 'normal' would never happen again. And that? Well, that was a bitter pill to swallow, made even better by the confusing ending that would make for a confusing morning when everything had passed.

Adjusting to everything didn't necessarily make it easier to go through, particularly for someone who had no desire to forget the thing -- or the someone -- who managed to make her feel her happiest as well as her absolute best. She knew all of it would be short-lived, that sooner rather than later it was back to the life she'd seemingly known for years with no inkling of just how much more she could have if it would simply work out. But it couldn't, it didn't, and Iris cherished those little moments she was allowed to have. Moments that now, apparently, included drifting off to sleep in the arms of a certain male after a busy weekend that still hadn't entirely settled or processed for her.

Lily wasn't necessarily the best in terms of personality in the mornings, but it was rare for her to break routine. She was nearly always up early, practically with the sun, sitting out on the front steps with a cup of coffee (or two or three or four) to take in the morning. It was habit for her and how she adjusted and mentally prepared herself for the day. So the sun greeting her by pouring onto her face , brighter than normal, and the sound of her cell phone vibrating (at least the ringer was off, she supposed) she couldn't help groaning and burying herself into her pillows at the rude awakening, dark hair falling over her face. Or, it would have been pillows that she found herself snuggling into, if she wasn't for suddenly noticing a heavy warmth weighing on the bed next to her and an arm casually draped over her torso. It took time, but when her eyes fluttered open and she was able to process her surrroundings, Lily realized she'd been sleeping with her head resting on a surprisingly comfortable bicep and then there there was the arm across her of her with tight hold and a hand gently resting against her stomach, fingertips lightly grazing slightly exposed skin on her stomach. It was warm, comfortable, and easy, so she let her eyes slide shut again, snuggling in a little closer to the source of the warmth. But, as per usual, curiosity quickly got the better of her and Lily sighed and let her eyes open again, twisting her head to look over her shoulder to see who the surprisingly comfortable frame belonged to and...

Oh. Oh no.

She was in trouble, she realized, once her sleepy haze began to disappear and realization as to the situation she currently found herself in set in and she could start processing it, all while gently untangling herself from his body as best she could. It was just slightly easier and her body was less tense when, okay, no. They didn't have sex. Or she hoped they hadn't -- even with their position, they were both perfectly clothed, so that was, presumably, a good sign. Right? Mentally, she told herself it was a good sign, a really good one, in fact. An excellent one. Because anything otherwise would be awkward and weird and make no goddamned sense, but neither did ending up in this scenario in the first place, did it?

Still sleepy and her brain making wild attempts to catch up and understand the situation she was in, Lily's confusion was higher than normal. It took a few more moments for it to settle in that, no, it wasn't just last night she could not place (thank God?) it was days of memories and actions and -- Well, that made it make a teensy, tiny, bit more sense and kind of, almost, made it a tiny bit easier. On the other hand, it gave even more questions to which she wasn't sure she was ready or willing to seek out the answers as to how she -- or they, really -- ended up in this perdicament because she couldn't imagine it would be much longer before he was awake as well and was just as baffled by the situation. And probably upset, a fact she had no desire to deal with at that particular moment.

Honestly, it was too early for this right now or ever and her desire to deal with it was at absolute zero. There was no hangover, at least, and that made her feel better, even through the haze and impossibility of putting everything together. All she really could tell was that, no, this was not good. And yes, she needed to free herself from the situation as quickly as possible (and ignore the weird, unexplainable feelings that came from it as well because those were just highly unacceptable). The attempts at untangling and freeing herself were futile which, somewhere in the in the back of her mind, she knew should not have surprised her. The grip simply became tighter and her body was pressed directly against his with even less than before. His breathing was considerably steadier and more even than hers and goddammit how could he still be asleep and calm while she was awake and very much confused, heart thumping in her own chest to an extent where she was shocked he couldn't feel it, too? They were ridiculously close with him being a damn heavy sleeper.

She groaned and attempted steadying her breathing before allowing her head to fall back onto his arm, however ungraceful and sudden the action was, closing her eyes again.