Transcript: For one final night... I give you BrOTP
Barney lands in BA
Robin says:
*she stands in the waiting area wringing her hands, wondering for the eighty-seventh time whether this is the biggest mistake ever. Passengers keep entering, coming around the corner from their gates, greeting each other in Spanish and Portuguese and English and a lot of languages she doesn't recognize. Most of them have dark hair. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the corner, waiting for the tall guy with blonde hair and what she hopes will be a playful, dirty kind of smile. It'll relax her. Once they start talking, she hopes, it'll all be cool. No long emotional talks. No fighting. Just... them. That's all she wants.*
Barney says:
*He's glad he's had no time to think about this. He went straight from the bar, into a cab, to the airport, boarded a plane, then slept most of the way here. He's not had time to rationalize, to make a list of pros and cons and wonder and worry and get the yips. Instead, it feels a little bit like he's taken another leap - not from rooftop to rooftop, but into thin air. He's not even got a parachute here. But somehow it's incredibly freeing. Whatever happens, right now he's jut telling himself he's awesome at compartmentalizing and that future Barney can deal with the fallout. He's determined not to be an "A" right now. Maybe he's just an "I". And to do that, you just need to wear a certain amount of armour*
*Robin does it so well, after all.*
*He walks slowly down through customs and into a large, air-conditioned arrivals lounge*
Robin says:
*she sucks in her breath when she sees him, jumping forward before he catches sight of her, then slowing and walking calmly toward him*
Barney!
Barney says:
*It's her. It's really her*
Hey Scherbatsky.
*he moves into her, sliding his arms around her waist*
*She looks... SO different*
*Maybe it's her hair, or the tan. But she looks changed*
Robin says:
*she hesitates for a second, unsure how to greet him, and then his hands are on her waist and it feels-- he feels-- SO damn good. And he /looks/ damn good. As good as he ever did. She wraps her arms around him, pressing her lips to his neck*
Hey, you
Barney says:
*he slides one hand across her back, fingers splaying over the thin cotton material of her shirt. It feels silky under his fingertips*
*her lips touch his skin, send a tiny shiver through him*
Robin says:
*she laughs for no reason, pulling her head back and looking at him*
*murmurs* What the hell, right?
*leans forward and kisses him*
Barney says:
*his other hand cups her cheek, a feather-light caress as he kisses her, confidently, firmly, and she fits him. She always fits him. Like Ted said, about the pieces of clay being carved out. Her tongue slides between his lips, a cheeky invasion*
Robin says:
Mmm. *her eyelids flutter. Still locked into him, she reaches back for his hand, pulling him*
You wanna get out of here?
Barney says:
*he chuckles* Uh.... yeah.
*he doesn't want to let her go, but she takes his hand and disengages*
Robin says:
*she smiles, pulling him toward the exit*
Oh wait. Do you have more luggage?
Barney says:
*he grins, pointing at the suit-bag his holding* Just this. I mean, I'm assuming you're gonna take me shopping? At least one designer menswear store?
that is...
Unless we don't need any clothes?
*waggles his eyebrows*
Robin says:
*grins* Let's worry about the clothes later? You want to see... my place?
Barney says:
Sure?
Robin says:
*practically yanks his hand in her hurry to get him outside. There's a neat line up of cabs outside, and she pulls him impatiently into the line, unable to stop looking at him as the line inches forward*
You're really here.
Barney says:
*he squeezes her hand, linking his fingers through hers*
Yup.
The Barnacle. In the flesh.
*he looks down at her* You look... good.
All boobs and tan.
Real good.
Robin says:
*laughs softly*
I got my hair cut. Just a couple inches.
Like I keep trying to change things but I can't quite... commit to it. You know?
Barney says:
*just looks at her questioningly. That sounded loaded, but he doesn't want to press her on it*
The hair looks the part though. I mean, super-reporter.
With the blouse and the pencil skirt
You look kinda formidable, Scherbatsky.
Robin says:
Yeah, I came from work. *she lifts her fists in a mock warm-up punch pose, bouncing a little, like she's got all this energy she doesn't know what to do with*
Oh, a cab--
*practically throws him into it*
Barney says:
*he laughs, tumbling on to the back seat with her half sprawled across him*
*the cab kinda smells funny - like heat and spice*
Robin says:
*tells the driver her address, tripping over her Spanish*
*grabs his tie and pulls him in to her*
So...
We're both cool with this, right?
Barney says:
*he grins and shrugs* Well, I think I prefer the regular NYC yellow cabs for the comfort, but...
* one hand reaches behind her to cup her ass, giving it an appraising squeeze*
But yeah, I'm good.
You?
Robin says:
*smirks gently*
You know what I mean.
No... overanalyzing. No Big Talks? Just /us/?
Barney says:
*smirks* Well yeah. It's a bit late to start up a debating society now you've dragged me a million miles to this third world country.
Robin says:
*pushes him away playfully*
Third world country? Have you SEEN the capitol building?
Barney says:
*laughs* Well dude, aren't you supposed to show me that stuff?
*his eyes twinkle* I mean, isn't that the point of this visit?
Robin says:
*crawls carefully into his lap, her knees straddling his thighs*
I've got a few things to show you.
Barney says:
*he feels the weight, the gentle pressure of her flesh pressed against his, and he can't help but just take her in, the waft of floral scent, the swell of her breast, the hint of desperation in her eyes*
About time...
*Make it easy on her, he tells himself. Something's off. He can sense it*
*She needs something from him and she's never gonna TELL him. It's not her style. But there's something out of whack*
Robin says:
*She moves her hands to cup his face, keeping her eyes focused on his eye brows, his hairline, his lips-- she can feel him examining her but she /knows/ the moment their eyes meet, it's going to get twenty times as complicated, and this is complicated enough already. She closes her eyes and kisses him, groaning when his tongue flicks against her lip, grinding herself gently on his lap (and silently thanking the driver for not paying an ounce of attention)*
*The cab pulls up in front of the building and the sudden halt jars her*
Oh... and, uh, here is a famous Argentinean apartment building....
Barney says:
*he looks out of the window, squinting in the sunshine* Wow. I was kinda expecting slumdog millionaire.
*grins*
Robin says:
*she pays the driver and pulls him out of the car and inside, up a dark, narrow stairwell*
It's not much... well, it is, it's nice, great view, but it's no... Fortress.
Barney says:
*he rubs his eyes, following her up the stairs into the gloom and oppressive heat. He can feel the perspiration sticking his shirt to his back* The problem with a fortress is that it's only got one purpose. Doing battle.
This is....
*they walk into her apartment and he looks around*
Robin says:
....home sweet home?
*she tosses her purse down in an old, comfy chair, and moves aside a stack of Miguel's newspapers*
Here, let's take your stuff into my room? *she raises an eye brow*
There's a great view in there...
Barney says:
*he grins and follows her into her room* I'll bet there is.
*The room is so light and airy. It's like he's fallen right through winter into spring*
*There's a dull pain of memory, just momentarily, in his chest*
Robin says:
*laughs* There actually is.
*pulls the rest of the wall-sized shade over, letting even more light in. Below them, the city spreads out, almost too bright to look at in the afternoon sunshine*
Pretty amazing, right?
*smiles over at him, genuinely hoping he'll like it*
Barney says:
*he blinks and squints a bit*
Wow, yeah.
Yeah, I can see why.
*shakes himself*
I mean.... Manhattan totally kicks the ass of this place... but...
*smiles at her* I can see the charm.
Robin says:
*she swallows. His hair is practically sparkling in the light. She takes a moment before reaching over and loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt slowly*
So you flew all this way for me.
Barney says:
*he looks down at where her fingers skim over his chest, making tiny circles over the skin*
*he's done crazy things for sex. But nothing this crazy*
Yeah I did
*he beams at her, because, holy CRAP she's beautiful*
*Even all different, even all changed and even with that shadow in her eyes, she's still beautiful and badass and ROBIN*
Robin says:
*she half-nods, keeping her eyes trained on the light dusting of fuzz, leaning in and kissing his chest softly*
Barney says:
*the sensation sends a flutter of desire through his gut. God, how in the hell did he think he stood a chance against her*
*his hands rest lightly on her shoulders, then sweep across her upper arms*
Hey?
Robin says:
*she stills, but doesn't raise her head*
Yes?
Barney says:
*then he realizes. She doesn't want to look at him*
Hey? Sparkles?
Robin says:
*lifts her eyes to his mouth, her lips turning up slightly at the corner at the nickname*
Barney says:
*he reaches out, lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him*
It's okay.
Robin says:
*her throat feels tight. He's too good*
It's not okay.
Barney says:
*softly* Isn't it?
Robin says:
*tilts her head slightly, feeling helpless*
Missing you this much?
I don't think so.
Barney says:
*he feels it, like an assassins knife, slid so carefully and so unexpectedly right into his heart*
I didn't-
Oh Robin....
*he pulls her close, into him*
Robin says:
*hugs him tight, her lips on his skin*
I'm glad you came.
Barney says:
*it's like one of those beds made out of nails. He can almost feel the points press into his skin. He was supposed to be strong, supposed to compartmentalize, remember? Not wallow*
Well hey... you know me? Bringing the fun.
*he presses his face into her hair, breathing her in*
*oh GOD it's like he's breathing for the first time, every time. Like he's living. Like he's woken up from a long dream*
Robin says:
*after a long moment she pulls back and pushes his shirt off his shoulders, letting the light glint off him*
Barney says:
*gives her a lop-sided smirk to cover how out of balance she's thrown him* Hey, no fair!
You've still got all your clothes.
*he's way off balance, he's listing like a ship. He needs to get back upright*
*he reaches out and un-tucks her shirt from her skirt*
Robin says:
*she undoes the buttons of her shirt, then moves her hands to his belt, carefully, concentrating*
Barney says:
*everything she does, every tiny movement, it's like she's over-focussed. There's a tension in her, like a tiny glimmer of darkness that he doesn't really understand. He only knows that she needs him right now and he hopes that he can help*
Robin says:
*she lets his pants fall open, and steps backward toward the sun-dappled bed, her shirt falling from her arms, unzipping her skirt*
Barney says:
*he just watches her, passive for a moment. He watches her and closes his eyes briefly, filing the images away*
*then he smiles*
All over tan? Nice.
Robin says:
Nude beaches. Just a perk of living around here...
*she slips out of her bra and hooks a thumb on the hip of her panties*
I can show you, if you want.
Barney says:
*laughs* S'okay. I'm happy right here.
And I get the nude part without all the irritating sand getting in my crevices.
*he approaches her, backs her up against the bed*
*his pants fall down a little around his hips, exposing his silk boxers*
Robin says:
*her hands move to the waist of his pants, pushing gently. She slips a hand down his boxers and grips him, smiling up at him*
Hello.
Barney says:
*he grunts, his dick stiffening in her hand* Hey, be careful of junior there, Scherbatsky.
*he kisses her, briefly, hungrily, pushing her down, backwards onto the mattress*
Robin says:
*settles back on the bed, humming softly*
I'm always careful.
Barney says:
*takes her weight, dragging her up the bed so that he can cover her body with his* Nah... you're not.
You're a bad girl.
*he chuckles, nuzzling under her jaw*
Robin says:
Mmm, baby. So bad.
Barney says:
*he kicks off his shoes, wriggling out of his pants*
Well, you got me to play hooky, abandon the store, my dog, and fly up here for a day of debauchery... That's pretty bad...
Robin says:
*stifles the urge to ask how Charlie is, thinking that's probably a discussion best left for when she's not naked and wrapping her legs around his waist*
Aren't you going to punish me? Because all I feel now is really... /really/ good...
Barney says:
*he runs his tongue over his lower lip, rearing up over her and grabbing her wrists, pinning them either side of her head*
Oh, I think I can find a few ways to make you pay
You know, real dirty ways.
Robin says:
*her breath catches as he pins her hands, a thrill zipping through her*
I'm just never gonna learn how to stop being naughty.
Barney says:
*he laughs* Well, that's a good thing. Because I'm never gonna stop giving you the opportunity...
*he presses his groin into hers, letting her feel the weight and shape of him, pressed into her thigh*
Robin says:
*she lets out a low breath*
Want you. Now.
Barney says:
So demanding... *grins*
*grinds against her, rhythmically*
What makes you think you get to give the orders?
Robin says:
*groans, trying to grind back against him*
Well I don't hear you giving ME any.
Barney says:
*he laughs* Stay there, doll.
*he pulls away from her, sliding his boxers over his hips and kicking them on to the floor. He's aching hard now, a little impatient himself*
*for a second, just a second, all he wants to do is to sink into her, condom or no condom. Like they used to*
Robin says:
*sighs impatiently, watching him*
Do you need a thingie?
Barney says:
*shakes himself* Sure.
Where?
Robin says:
*rolls onto her stomach and reaches under her bedside table, pulling out a string of condoms and tearing one off*
I got it.
*she moves onto her knees, feeling playful, and sinks her mouth onto his dick, slowly sliding her lips on him*
Missed me?
Barney says:
*with a choking groan* Cra-Hu-nug!
*he lips slide over him, and it's fucking obscene how good it feels*
Robin says:
*sucks lightly on the head with a small murmur, smiling inwardly*
Barney says:
Uk! *he sinks his hands into her hair - it's soft, gorgeous, completely different to how she felt in New York*
*God... maybe this place is good for her? Maybe the climate suits her?*
*He aches inside, in his heart, in his dick, and it feels so GOOD*
Robin says:
*tightens her lips, moving up and down on the shaft now, feeling him get harder for her*
*she can hear his breathing pick up, and before it goes too far, she lifts her head, her hair fluttering around her face, and looks at him*
How do you want me?
Barney says:
*he pants, looking down at her, and ALL he wants is her. If he can have her, he'll take oblivion right now*
*he pushes her back, both hands on her shoulders, almost slamming her body back into the mattress*
Robin says:
*she opens her legs immediately, pretty sure that she'd do /anything/ he asked her to right now*
Barney says:
*he grits his teeth... shit! Condom!*
*he fumbles for it, still pinning her down*
Robin says:
Hurry...
Barney says:
*his fingers finally land on the square of foil and he tears into it with his teeth, lifting his hips just enough to roll it on. His dick jerks, twitches against her inner thigh as he pulls the latex taught*
Robin says:
Barney, please
Barney says:
*then in the next second he penetrates her, quick, sharp, pushing as deep as he can*
Robin says:
*her arms go around his back, fingers mapping him out*
Yes... oh, god
Barney says:
*there's a surreal moment, when he pulls out, and slams back into her, just so she knows who's boss, there's a moment when it all seems unreal*
*He looks down, watching for her reaction*
Robin says:
*she lets out a high-pitched moan, arching back at him, wanting more*
Oh... /fuck/, please, please, please, Barney--
Barney says:
*he thrusts into her, harder, squeezes his eyes shut briefly as he battles for control, to maintain a rhythm when right now he's all about going deep and really FEELING it*
*he hoists her thighs higher, slamming into her*
Robin says:
*bites off whatever words were coming out of her mouth as he hits that spot. She stills for a moment before thrusting back at him, meeting his strokes, moaning incoherently. He knows how to touch her, how to push her, exactly how much force to turn her on and set her off like an alarm*
Just... little... bit... more... Jesus
Barney says:
*he gasps when she bucks hard beneath him, and it's like riding a wave. There's no way he can stop now without drowning so he keeps going, a little harder because she can damn well take it. Fucking her to purge the anger, fucking her to teach her for running out and leaving him. Fucking her for moving on and looking so great and being awesome without him. It's incredible - it feels like he's letting go of so much he's held inside*
Robin says:
*she comes hard, everything from her head to her toes curling in to him, molding her body to his, pulling him hard inside of her. The half-sob she lets out seems to echo on as she spasms around him. She knows sex can just be sex, but it won't ever be with him. She'll always want this, him, even if they never figure out how to do it right... sex, though, they've got that down. She lets out a
moan as the sensations die down, continuing to push herself back against him, still feeling him hard inside her*
Barney says:
*he gasps, lets out a shaky breath, and even though he feels her spasm and moan and pulls him down greedily into him, he doesn't come*
*he opens his eyes and draws part-way out of her, feels her twitch*
Aw... c'mon?
That all you got, girl?
Robin says:
*opens one eye, still half-delirious*
Mm?
Barney says:
*thrusts into her* I said...
*thrusts into her again* That all you got?
Robin says:
*narrows her eyes, gaining consciousness. She thrusts back at him, accepting the challenge, before suddenly pushing him off her*
Barney says:
*he rolls on to his back, laughing*
Robin says:
*all business, she pumps his dick with her hand a few times before straddling him and giving him another narrow-eyed look*
Did you just say is that all you GOT?
*she slides onto him quickly, groaning as he fills her up, pumping her hips a few times to find just the right position*
Barney says:
He looks up at her, a smirk playing across his lips, and his hands move up her waist, cupping both her breasts*
*god, she's incredible. Some kind of goddess*
*he just wants to keep touching her*
Robin says:
*she bounces on him, swirls her hips one way, then the next, slowing each time it seems like he might be getting closer to orgasm. She wants to keep him suspended in this pleasure-- wants to keep /herself/ here, where there isn't complicated talking, just this incredible sweet connection and both of them locked into each other. She lets her head fall back, bouncing herself a little harder on
him*
Don't kid yourself about New York girls, Barney.
No one... can compare...
*groans*
To a Canadian.
Barney says:
*he moans, desperate now, on that painful knife-edge of release* Robin- please?
*her words, so demanding, worming into him. Nothing compares to her*
*her breasts bounce against his palms, she's evil incarnate*
Robin says:
*she looks down at him, lets herself look into his eyes for just a moment, and puts her all into it, thrusting harder, bouncing higher and slamming herself back onto him. She's coming again before she even realizes she's ready*
Barney says:
*he bucks up into her, for a fleeting moment caught up in her dark blue gaze, and then he's coming, hard and explosively and he breaks into pieces, happily smashed apart in the torrent of ecstasy*
*everything fades out, the light, the bed, everything except her eyes*
Robin says:
*she collapses against him, kissing his chest, his neck, his jaw*
Barney says:
Huuh mmf! *he grits his teeth as she presses against his sensitive dick. His balls tingle. His fingertips tingle when he moves his hands around her back to hold her*
Robin says:
Sorry, sorry... want me to move?
Barney says:
*shakes his head determinedly* Don't you dare.
Robin says:
Okay.
*closes her eyes and tries to catch her breath*
Barney says:
I mean... at least not right now. But you do owe me one sightseeing tour of your Capitol building?
*he grins, pressing his lips into the top of her head*
Robin says:
Oh... oh we'll go sightseeing... and we'll find a closet... and sightsee in there too...
Barney says:
*laughs* Or a restroom. They're pretty good for sightseeing in my experience. You know, with the stalls and the privacy for the... dirty stuff.
*grins*
Robin says:
*closes her arms tight around his shoulders and smiles*
Mmmm... you're never going home.
Barney says:
*If only it were that simple. He runs his thumb over her shoulder-blade*
Robin?
Robin says:
Hm?
Barney says:
No... overanalyzing. No big talks. About us. But...
Are you okay?
I mean... is everything okay?
Robin says:
*she opens her eyes, blinks*
Everything's okay /now/.
Barney says:
*laughs* Well, sex with me does have magic properties.
It's all the awesome particles
Works even better if there's no condom in the way.
*grins*
Robin says:
*snorts with laughter* Yeah right.
I don't know where you've been anymore.
Barney says:
*grins, cheeks dimpling* S'okay, I'll sterilize it?
Robin says:
*laughs* What, with boiling water? Yowtch.
Barney says:
Ooof. Yeah. Maybe I didn't think that one through.
*just strokes her hair for a moment* But... seriously?
Not to put my powers of awesome down for a second.
Because, hello, I'm a demon in the sack.
But really? You don't just booty-call your ex like... from nothing?
You gotta know that I'm worried about you?
Robin says:
It wasn't /nothing/. I mean, I HAVE been making an effort. Through email. Which is better than nothing. I mean, I bet the Aztecs would've killed for email.
Barney says:
*laughs* Dude, you got me wrong. This isn't about US.
And yeah, the Aztecs prob'ly HAD email anyways.
Robin says:
Probably.
Barney says:
Ask Ted and Marshall about it sometimes... *grins*
You know... we miss you.
*shakes himself*
But NO.
Not about that.
I mean... you, here, so far away.
And you... call me up.
It's just...? You know?
Robin says:
* carefully rolls off him, lying beside him with her head on his shoulder, looking at the ceiling*
Is it so wrong for a girl to be a little lonely? Maybe want to see the people she... you know?
Barney says:
*reaches out and takes her hand, pulling it over him*
*he hears the word she doesn't say, that she never could say, not with any ease*
No. Course not.
Robin says:
*sighs with relief, closing her eyes*
Can we be done talking about this now?
Barney says:
*there's a million and one reasons why she shouldn't have called him. And it nags at him. It worries him. But he knows whatever it is that's hurting her, she's not going to open up to him*
If that's what you want.
Robin says:
Robin says:
It's what I want.
You want to make out for awhile?
Barney says:
*laughs* You are the perfect woman...
*kisses her softly*
Robin says:
I don't know about that.
Barney says:
Shut up and kiss me, Sparkles.
Robin says:
*laughing, she obliges*
Robin says:
*she stands in the waiting area wringing her hands, wondering for the eighty-seventh time whether this is the biggest mistake ever. Passengers keep entering, coming around the corner from their gates, greeting each other in Spanish and Portuguese and English and a lot of languages she doesn't recognize. Most of them have dark hair. She takes a deep breath, focusing on the corner, waiting for the tall guy with blonde hair and what she hopes will be a playful, dirty kind of smile. It'll relax her. Once they start talking, she hopes, it'll all be cool. No long emotional talks. No fighting. Just... them. That's all she wants.*
Barney says:
*He's glad he's had no time to think about this. He went straight from the bar, into a cab, to the airport, boarded a plane, then slept most of the way here. He's not had time to rationalize, to make a list of pros and cons and wonder and worry and get the yips. Instead, it feels a little bit like he's taken another leap - not from rooftop to rooftop, but into thin air. He's not even got a parachute here. But somehow it's incredibly freeing. Whatever happens, right now he's jut telling himself he's awesome at compartmentalizing and that future Barney can deal with the fallout. He's determined not to be an "A" right now. Maybe he's just an "I". And to do that, you just need to wear a certain amount of armour*
*Robin does it so well, after all.*
*He walks slowly down through customs and into a large, air-conditioned arrivals lounge*
Robin says:
*she sucks in her breath when she sees him, jumping forward before he catches sight of her, then slowing and walking calmly toward him*
Barney!
Barney says:
*It's her. It's really her*
Hey Scherbatsky.
*he moves into her, sliding his arms around her waist*
*She looks... SO different*
*Maybe it's her hair, or the tan. But she looks changed*
Robin says:
*she hesitates for a second, unsure how to greet him, and then his hands are on her waist and it feels-- he feels-- SO damn good. And he /looks/ damn good. As good as he ever did. She wraps her arms around him, pressing her lips to his neck*
Hey, you
Barney says:
*he slides one hand across her back, fingers splaying over the thin cotton material of her shirt. It feels silky under his fingertips*
*her lips touch his skin, send a tiny shiver through him*
Robin says:
*she laughs for no reason, pulling her head back and looking at him*
*murmurs* What the hell, right?
*leans forward and kisses him*
Barney says:
*his other hand cups her cheek, a feather-light caress as he kisses her, confidently, firmly, and she fits him. She always fits him. Like Ted said, about the pieces of clay being carved out. Her tongue slides between his lips, a cheeky invasion*
Robin says:
Mmm. *her eyelids flutter. Still locked into him, she reaches back for his hand, pulling him*
You wanna get out of here?
Barney says:
*he chuckles* Uh.... yeah.
*he doesn't want to let her go, but she takes his hand and disengages*
Robin says:
*she smiles, pulling him toward the exit*
Oh wait. Do you have more luggage?
Barney says:
*he grins, pointing at the suit-bag his holding* Just this. I mean, I'm assuming you're gonna take me shopping? At least one designer menswear store?
that is...
Unless we don't need any clothes?
*waggles his eyebrows*
Robin says:
*grins* Let's worry about the clothes later? You want to see... my place?
Barney says:
Sure?
Robin says:
*practically yanks his hand in her hurry to get him outside. There's a neat line up of cabs outside, and she pulls him impatiently into the line, unable to stop looking at him as the line inches forward*
You're really here.
Barney says:
*he squeezes her hand, linking his fingers through hers*
Yup.
The Barnacle. In the flesh.
*he looks down at her* You look... good.
All boobs and tan.
Real good.
Robin says:
*laughs softly*
I got my hair cut. Just a couple inches.
Like I keep trying to change things but I can't quite... commit to it. You know?
Barney says:
*just looks at her questioningly. That sounded loaded, but he doesn't want to press her on it*
The hair looks the part though. I mean, super-reporter.
With the blouse and the pencil skirt
You look kinda formidable, Scherbatsky.
Robin says:
Yeah, I came from work. *she lifts her fists in a mock warm-up punch pose, bouncing a little, like she's got all this energy she doesn't know what to do with*
Oh, a cab--
*practically throws him into it*
Barney says:
*he laughs, tumbling on to the back seat with her half sprawled across him*
*the cab kinda smells funny - like heat and spice*
Robin says:
*tells the driver her address, tripping over her Spanish*
*grabs his tie and pulls him in to her*
So...
We're both cool with this, right?
Barney says:
*he grins and shrugs* Well, I think I prefer the regular NYC yellow cabs for the comfort, but...
* one hand reaches behind her to cup her ass, giving it an appraising squeeze*
But yeah, I'm good.
You?
Robin says:
*smirks gently*
You know what I mean.
No... overanalyzing. No Big Talks? Just /us/?
Barney says:
*smirks* Well yeah. It's a bit late to start up a debating society now you've dragged me a million miles to this third world country.
Robin says:
*pushes him away playfully*
Third world country? Have you SEEN the capitol building?
Barney says:
*laughs* Well dude, aren't you supposed to show me that stuff?
*his eyes twinkle* I mean, isn't that the point of this visit?
Robin says:
*crawls carefully into his lap, her knees straddling his thighs*
I've got a few things to show you.
Barney says:
*he feels the weight, the gentle pressure of her flesh pressed against his, and he can't help but just take her in, the waft of floral scent, the swell of her breast, the hint of desperation in her eyes*
About time...
*Make it easy on her, he tells himself. Something's off. He can sense it*
*She needs something from him and she's never gonna TELL him. It's not her style. But there's something out of whack*
Robin says:
*She moves her hands to cup his face, keeping her eyes focused on his eye brows, his hairline, his lips-- she can feel him examining her but she /knows/ the moment their eyes meet, it's going to get twenty times as complicated, and this is complicated enough already. She closes her eyes and kisses him, groaning when his tongue flicks against her lip, grinding herself gently on his lap (and silently thanking the driver for not paying an ounce of attention)*
*The cab pulls up in front of the building and the sudden halt jars her*
Oh... and, uh, here is a famous Argentinean apartment building....
Barney says:
*he looks out of the window, squinting in the sunshine* Wow. I was kinda expecting slumdog millionaire.
*grins*
Robin says:
*she pays the driver and pulls him out of the car and inside, up a dark, narrow stairwell*
It's not much... well, it is, it's nice, great view, but it's no... Fortress.
Barney says:
*he rubs his eyes, following her up the stairs into the gloom and oppressive heat. He can feel the perspiration sticking his shirt to his back* The problem with a fortress is that it's only got one purpose. Doing battle.
This is....
*they walk into her apartment and he looks around*
Robin says:
....home sweet home?
*she tosses her purse down in an old, comfy chair, and moves aside a stack of Miguel's newspapers*
Here, let's take your stuff into my room? *she raises an eye brow*
There's a great view in there...
Barney says:
*he grins and follows her into her room* I'll bet there is.
*The room is so light and airy. It's like he's fallen right through winter into spring*
*There's a dull pain of memory, just momentarily, in his chest*
Robin says:
*laughs* There actually is.
*pulls the rest of the wall-sized shade over, letting even more light in. Below them, the city spreads out, almost too bright to look at in the afternoon sunshine*
Pretty amazing, right?
*smiles over at him, genuinely hoping he'll like it*
Barney says:
*he blinks and squints a bit*
Wow, yeah.
Yeah, I can see why.
*shakes himself*
I mean.... Manhattan totally kicks the ass of this place... but...
*smiles at her* I can see the charm.
Robin says:
*she swallows. His hair is practically sparkling in the light. She takes a moment before reaching over and loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt slowly*
So you flew all this way for me.
Barney says:
*he looks down at where her fingers skim over his chest, making tiny circles over the skin*
*he's done crazy things for sex. But nothing this crazy*
Yeah I did
*he beams at her, because, holy CRAP she's beautiful*
*Even all different, even all changed and even with that shadow in her eyes, she's still beautiful and badass and ROBIN*
Robin says:
*she half-nods, keeping her eyes trained on the light dusting of fuzz, leaning in and kissing his chest softly*
Barney says:
*the sensation sends a flutter of desire through his gut. God, how in the hell did he think he stood a chance against her*
*his hands rest lightly on her shoulders, then sweep across her upper arms*
Hey?
Robin says:
*she stills, but doesn't raise her head*
Yes?
Barney says:
*then he realizes. She doesn't want to look at him*
Hey? Sparkles?
Robin says:
*lifts her eyes to his mouth, her lips turning up slightly at the corner at the nickname*
Barney says:
*he reaches out, lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him*
It's okay.
Robin says:
*her throat feels tight. He's too good*
It's not okay.
Barney says:
*softly* Isn't it?
Robin says:
*tilts her head slightly, feeling helpless*
Missing you this much?
I don't think so.
Barney says:
*he feels it, like an assassins knife, slid so carefully and so unexpectedly right into his heart*
I didn't-
Oh Robin....
*he pulls her close, into him*
Robin says:
*hugs him tight, her lips on his skin*
I'm glad you came.
Barney says:
*it's like one of those beds made out of nails. He can almost feel the points press into his skin. He was supposed to be strong, supposed to compartmentalize, remember? Not wallow*
Well hey... you know me? Bringing the fun.
*he presses his face into her hair, breathing her in*
*oh GOD it's like he's breathing for the first time, every time. Like he's living. Like he's woken up from a long dream*
Robin says:
*after a long moment she pulls back and pushes his shirt off his shoulders, letting the light glint off him*
Barney says:
*gives her a lop-sided smirk to cover how out of balance she's thrown him* Hey, no fair!
You've still got all your clothes.
*he's way off balance, he's listing like a ship. He needs to get back upright*
*he reaches out and un-tucks her shirt from her skirt*
Robin says:
*she undoes the buttons of her shirt, then moves her hands to his belt, carefully, concentrating*
Barney says:
*everything she does, every tiny movement, it's like she's over-focussed. There's a tension in her, like a tiny glimmer of darkness that he doesn't really understand. He only knows that she needs him right now and he hopes that he can help*
Robin says:
*she lets his pants fall open, and steps backward toward the sun-dappled bed, her shirt falling from her arms, unzipping her skirt*
Barney says:
*he just watches her, passive for a moment. He watches her and closes his eyes briefly, filing the images away*
*then he smiles*
All over tan? Nice.
Robin says:
Nude beaches. Just a perk of living around here...
*she slips out of her bra and hooks a thumb on the hip of her panties*
I can show you, if you want.
Barney says:
*laughs* S'okay. I'm happy right here.
And I get the nude part without all the irritating sand getting in my crevices.
*he approaches her, backs her up against the bed*
*his pants fall down a little around his hips, exposing his silk boxers*
Robin says:
*her hands move to the waist of his pants, pushing gently. She slips a hand down his boxers and grips him, smiling up at him*
Hello.
Barney says:
*he grunts, his dick stiffening in her hand* Hey, be careful of junior there, Scherbatsky.
*he kisses her, briefly, hungrily, pushing her down, backwards onto the mattress*
Robin says:
*settles back on the bed, humming softly*
I'm always careful.
Barney says:
*takes her weight, dragging her up the bed so that he can cover her body with his* Nah... you're not.
You're a bad girl.
*he chuckles, nuzzling under her jaw*
Robin says:
Mmm, baby. So bad.
Barney says:
*he kicks off his shoes, wriggling out of his pants*
Well, you got me to play hooky, abandon the store, my dog, and fly up here for a day of debauchery... That's pretty bad...
Robin says:
*stifles the urge to ask how Charlie is, thinking that's probably a discussion best left for when she's not naked and wrapping her legs around his waist*
Aren't you going to punish me? Because all I feel now is really... /really/ good...
Barney says:
*he runs his tongue over his lower lip, rearing up over her and grabbing her wrists, pinning them either side of her head*
Oh, I think I can find a few ways to make you pay
You know, real dirty ways.
Robin says:
*her breath catches as he pins her hands, a thrill zipping through her*
I'm just never gonna learn how to stop being naughty.
Barney says:
*he laughs* Well, that's a good thing. Because I'm never gonna stop giving you the opportunity...
*he presses his groin into hers, letting her feel the weight and shape of him, pressed into her thigh*
Robin says:
*she lets out a low breath*
Want you. Now.
Barney says:
So demanding... *grins*
*grinds against her, rhythmically*
What makes you think you get to give the orders?
Robin says:
*groans, trying to grind back against him*
Well I don't hear you giving ME any.
Barney says:
*he laughs* Stay there, doll.
*he pulls away from her, sliding his boxers over his hips and kicking them on to the floor. He's aching hard now, a little impatient himself*
*for a second, just a second, all he wants to do is to sink into her, condom or no condom. Like they used to*
Robin says:
*sighs impatiently, watching him*
Do you need a thingie?
Barney says:
*shakes himself* Sure.
Where?
Robin says:
*rolls onto her stomach and reaches under her bedside table, pulling out a string of condoms and tearing one off*
I got it.
*she moves onto her knees, feeling playful, and sinks her mouth onto his dick, slowly sliding her lips on him*
Missed me?
Barney says:
*with a choking groan* Cra-Hu-nug!
*he lips slide over him, and it's fucking obscene how good it feels*
Robin says:
*sucks lightly on the head with a small murmur, smiling inwardly*
Barney says:
Uk! *he sinks his hands into her hair - it's soft, gorgeous, completely different to how she felt in New York*
*God... maybe this place is good for her? Maybe the climate suits her?*
*He aches inside, in his heart, in his dick, and it feels so GOOD*
Robin says:
*tightens her lips, moving up and down on the shaft now, feeling him get harder for her*
*she can hear his breathing pick up, and before it goes too far, she lifts her head, her hair fluttering around her face, and looks at him*
How do you want me?
Barney says:
*he pants, looking down at her, and ALL he wants is her. If he can have her, he'll take oblivion right now*
*he pushes her back, both hands on her shoulders, almost slamming her body back into the mattress*
Robin says:
*she opens her legs immediately, pretty sure that she'd do /anything/ he asked her to right now*
Barney says:
*he grits his teeth... shit! Condom!*
*he fumbles for it, still pinning her down*
Robin says:
Hurry...
Barney says:
*his fingers finally land on the square of foil and he tears into it with his teeth, lifting his hips just enough to roll it on. His dick jerks, twitches against her inner thigh as he pulls the latex taught*
Robin says:
Barney, please
Barney says:
*then in the next second he penetrates her, quick, sharp, pushing as deep as he can*
Robin says:
*her arms go around his back, fingers mapping him out*
Yes... oh, god
Barney says:
*there's a surreal moment, when he pulls out, and slams back into her, just so she knows who's boss, there's a moment when it all seems unreal*
*He looks down, watching for her reaction*
Robin says:
*she lets out a high-pitched moan, arching back at him, wanting more*
Oh... /fuck/, please, please, please, Barney--
Barney says:
*he thrusts into her, harder, squeezes his eyes shut briefly as he battles for control, to maintain a rhythm when right now he's all about going deep and really FEELING it*
*he hoists her thighs higher, slamming into her*
Robin says:
*bites off whatever words were coming out of her mouth as he hits that spot. She stills for a moment before thrusting back at him, meeting his strokes, moaning incoherently. He knows how to touch her, how to push her, exactly how much force to turn her on and set her off like an alarm*
Just... little... bit... more... Jesus
Barney says:
*he gasps when she bucks hard beneath him, and it's like riding a wave. There's no way he can stop now without drowning so he keeps going, a little harder because she can damn well take it. Fucking her to purge the anger, fucking her to teach her for running out and leaving him. Fucking her for moving on and looking so great and being awesome without him. It's incredible - it feels like he's letting go of so much he's held inside*
Robin says:
*she comes hard, everything from her head to her toes curling in to him, molding her body to his, pulling him hard inside of her. The half-sob she lets out seems to echo on as she spasms around him. She knows sex can just be sex, but it won't ever be with him. She'll always want this, him, even if they never figure out how to do it right... sex, though, they've got that down. She lets out a
moan as the sensations die down, continuing to push herself back against him, still feeling him hard inside her*
Barney says:
*he gasps, lets out a shaky breath, and even though he feels her spasm and moan and pulls him down greedily into him, he doesn't come*
*he opens his eyes and draws part-way out of her, feels her twitch*
Aw... c'mon?
That all you got, girl?
Robin says:
*opens one eye, still half-delirious*
Mm?
Barney says:
*thrusts into her* I said...
*thrusts into her again* That all you got?
Robin says:
*narrows her eyes, gaining consciousness. She thrusts back at him, accepting the challenge, before suddenly pushing him off her*
Barney says:
*he rolls on to his back, laughing*
Robin says:
*all business, she pumps his dick with her hand a few times before straddling him and giving him another narrow-eyed look*
Did you just say is that all you GOT?
*she slides onto him quickly, groaning as he fills her up, pumping her hips a few times to find just the right position*
Barney says:
He looks up at her, a smirk playing across his lips, and his hands move up her waist, cupping both her breasts*
*god, she's incredible. Some kind of goddess*
*he just wants to keep touching her*
Robin says:
*she bounces on him, swirls her hips one way, then the next, slowing each time it seems like he might be getting closer to orgasm. She wants to keep him suspended in this pleasure-- wants to keep /herself/ here, where there isn't complicated talking, just this incredible sweet connection and both of them locked into each other. She lets her head fall back, bouncing herself a little harder on
him*
Don't kid yourself about New York girls, Barney.
No one... can compare...
*groans*
To a Canadian.
Barney says:
*he moans, desperate now, on that painful knife-edge of release* Robin- please?
*her words, so demanding, worming into him. Nothing compares to her*
*her breasts bounce against his palms, she's evil incarnate*
Robin says:
*she looks down at him, lets herself look into his eyes for just a moment, and puts her all into it, thrusting harder, bouncing higher and slamming herself back onto him. She's coming again before she even realizes she's ready*
Barney says:
*he bucks up into her, for a fleeting moment caught up in her dark blue gaze, and then he's coming, hard and explosively and he breaks into pieces, happily smashed apart in the torrent of ecstasy*
*everything fades out, the light, the bed, everything except her eyes*
Robin says:
*she collapses against him, kissing his chest, his neck, his jaw*
Barney says:
Huuh mmf! *he grits his teeth as she presses against his sensitive dick. His balls tingle. His fingertips tingle when he moves his hands around her back to hold her*
Robin says:
Sorry, sorry... want me to move?
Barney says:
*shakes his head determinedly* Don't you dare.
Robin says:
Okay.
*closes her eyes and tries to catch her breath*
Barney says:
I mean... at least not right now. But you do owe me one sightseeing tour of your Capitol building?
*he grins, pressing his lips into the top of her head*
Robin says:
Oh... oh we'll go sightseeing... and we'll find a closet... and sightsee in there too...
Barney says:
*laughs* Or a restroom. They're pretty good for sightseeing in my experience. You know, with the stalls and the privacy for the... dirty stuff.
*grins*
Robin says:
*closes her arms tight around his shoulders and smiles*
Mmmm... you're never going home.
Barney says:
*If only it were that simple. He runs his thumb over her shoulder-blade*
Robin?
Robin says:
Hm?
Barney says:
No... overanalyzing. No big talks. About us. But...
Are you okay?
I mean... is everything okay?
Robin says:
*she opens her eyes, blinks*
Everything's okay /now/.
Barney says:
*laughs* Well, sex with me does have magic properties.
It's all the awesome particles
Works even better if there's no condom in the way.
*grins*
Robin says:
*snorts with laughter* Yeah right.
I don't know where you've been anymore.
Barney says:
*grins, cheeks dimpling* S'okay, I'll sterilize it?
Robin says:
*laughs* What, with boiling water? Yowtch.
Barney says:
Ooof. Yeah. Maybe I didn't think that one through.
*just strokes her hair for a moment* But... seriously?
Not to put my powers of awesome down for a second.
Because, hello, I'm a demon in the sack.
But really? You don't just booty-call your ex like... from nothing?
You gotta know that I'm worried about you?
Robin says:
It wasn't /nothing/. I mean, I HAVE been making an effort. Through email. Which is better than nothing. I mean, I bet the Aztecs would've killed for email.
Barney says:
*laughs* Dude, you got me wrong. This isn't about US.
And yeah, the Aztecs prob'ly HAD email anyways.
Robin says:
Probably.
Barney says:
Ask Ted and Marshall about it sometimes... *grins*
You know... we miss you.
*shakes himself*
But NO.
Not about that.
I mean... you, here, so far away.
And you... call me up.
It's just...? You know?
Robin says:
* carefully rolls off him, lying beside him with her head on his shoulder, looking at the ceiling*
Is it so wrong for a girl to be a little lonely? Maybe want to see the people she... you know?
Barney says:
*reaches out and takes her hand, pulling it over him*
*he hears the word she doesn't say, that she never could say, not with any ease*
No. Course not.
Robin says:
*sighs with relief, closing her eyes*
Can we be done talking about this now?
Barney says:
*there's a million and one reasons why she shouldn't have called him. And it nags at him. It worries him. But he knows whatever it is that's hurting her, she's not going to open up to him*
If that's what you want.
Robin says:
Robin says:
It's what I want.
You want to make out for awhile?
Barney says:
*laughs* You are the perfect woman...
*kisses her softly*
Robin says:
I don't know about that.
Barney says:
Shut up and kiss me, Sparkles.
Robin says:
*laughing, she obliges*