FIC: Damage Limitation (1/1) HIMYM
Title: Damage Limitation
Summary: When Lily and Marshall couple-dump then, Robin teaches Barney her coping strategy
Written for: 10_titles 10 Titles challenge
Rating/Warnings: PG-15
Word Count: 325
Fandom/Pairing: HIMYM: Barney/Robin
Spoilers: Set during 5.04 The Sexless Inkeeper
Beta: darlingchaos
"Bleeeugh!"
"Barney…" Robin said, warningly. She tried to push the metal spoon towards his lips, like she was encouraging a child to eat. "It's a gallon of Blue Bunny, not poison."
"Robin, the only way I'm eating ice cream is if I'm licking it off your boob."
Robin sighed. "Just taste it. Trust me! You said you wanted to learn about the chick way of coping with a breakup."
He retched.
"Just a spoon. ONE spoon. Then you can eat some out of my navel." She shook her head as a smirk crept across his lips.
"Robin, if I'm gonna be licking ice cream out of-"
She shoved her finger over his lips. "One spoon."
"And this'll make me feel better?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah…" She replied, although she was beginning to doubt it. Introducing Barney to her methods of coping with being couple-dumped, really didn't seem to be doing either of them any good. Still, he was tentatively licking the spoon now.
"You realise this is gonna make me blow up like a whale?" He grumbled.
She laughed. "You know, I don't need to teach you anything. You're already a chick."
He flicked some ice cream at her. It landed in her cleavage.
"You did that on purpose!" She protested with a squeal as the ice-cold blob slid down her breast.
"OH yeah!" He laughed, and launched himself at her.
Later, she was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. "Creative use for Blue Bunny, Stinson!"
He grinned. "YEAH it was." They managed a sleepy high five. "So, Marshall and Lily, who needs them?" He continued.
She pouted.
"Really? If that didn't cheer you up, I don't know what will!"
"Sitting around watching sports and eating Cheetos?"
He grinned. "Now you're talking."
"But there's one other thing," She laughed. "You have to wear your jammies."
"Armani sweat pants?" He offered.
She laughed. "You are SO on!"
Summary: When Lily and Marshall couple-dump then, Robin teaches Barney her coping strategy
Written for: 10_titles 10 Titles challenge
Rating/Warnings: PG-15
Word Count: 325
Fandom/Pairing: HIMYM: Barney/Robin
Spoilers: Set during 5.04 The Sexless Inkeeper
Beta: darlingchaos
"Bleeeugh!"
"Barney…" Robin said, warningly. She tried to push the metal spoon towards his lips, like she was encouraging a child to eat. "It's a gallon of Blue Bunny, not poison."
"Robin, the only way I'm eating ice cream is if I'm licking it off your boob."
Robin sighed. "Just taste it. Trust me! You said you wanted to learn about the chick way of coping with a breakup."
He retched.
"Just a spoon. ONE spoon. Then you can eat some out of my navel." She shook her head as a smirk crept across his lips.
"Robin, if I'm gonna be licking ice cream out of-"
She shoved her finger over his lips. "One spoon."
"And this'll make me feel better?" He asked hopefully.
"Yeah…" She replied, although she was beginning to doubt it. Introducing Barney to her methods of coping with being couple-dumped, really didn't seem to be doing either of them any good. Still, he was tentatively licking the spoon now.
"You realise this is gonna make me blow up like a whale?" He grumbled.
She laughed. "You know, I don't need to teach you anything. You're already a chick."
He flicked some ice cream at her. It landed in her cleavage.
"You did that on purpose!" She protested with a squeal as the ice-cold blob slid down her breast.
"OH yeah!" He laughed, and launched himself at her.
Later, she was lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. "Creative use for Blue Bunny, Stinson!"
He grinned. "YEAH it was." They managed a sleepy high five. "So, Marshall and Lily, who needs them?" He continued.
She pouted.
"Really? If that didn't cheer you up, I don't know what will!"
"Sitting around watching sports and eating Cheetos?"
He grinned. "Now you're talking."
"But there's one other thing," She laughed. "You have to wear your jammies."
"Armani sweat pants?" He offered.
She laughed. "You are SO on!"