FIC: Barney's Christmas (1/1) HIMYM
Title: Barney's Christmas
Rating: PG-13
Fandom Pairing: HIMYM Barney/Robin for the ljcommunity drabblethon
Word count: drabblish
Spoilers: AU Season 4
My very good friend da_phoenix13 asked for:
"Barney's Christmas"
And who was I to refuse?
There's a bottle of scotch at the foot of the bed with a big red ribbon wrapped around the neck. It's untouched. Right now it's seven am and he's wide awake and the thought of crawling into that bottle and wallowing around a while is really tempting.
All of Barney's Christmas Day traditions have been ruined. He should be fast asleep right now. He should be exhausted from Christmas Eve sex (it was virtually impossible not to get laid on Christmas eve but somehow he'd managed it). He should be fast asleep and not lying there thinking how damn hard this mattress is and how all he wants right now is to wrap himself in a fluffy comforter and feel warm and safe and enveloped.
It's freezing. Outside it's beginning to snow.
It's also seven am. Too early for the usual round of Christmas texts from his friends. Too early for the Lusty Leopard and another tradition he's going to blow off this year - a lapdance from Holly ("at least her name is festive", he told Ted).
Every instinct inside him screams as he drags himself out of bed and pulls on a Hugo Boss charcoal three-piece and a red shirt and tie (in deference to the season) and massages his temples until he can see straight.
He makes the excuse that he's had a rough year and when it's cold his healed-broken bones ache and make him grouchy. He makes excuses that he had a weird dream involving baby clothes and a bottle of breast milk and didn't want to risk another round of that.
There's only one person he knows who'll be up at this time of the morning on Christmas Day. Barney grabs the big, gaudily wrapped present from the table before leaving his apartment, iPhone squashed against his ear. "I'll be there in an hour," is all he says, although it feels like an apology.
Stepping outside, the snowflakes falling gently on the silent city, his heart lifts a tiny bit. Barney finds he's actually looking forward to seeing James and Tom and seeing little Sam opening his presents. His lips pull into a smirk that stops him getting too sentimental and he barks James's address at a passing cab driver, waving away his protests and the exorbitant amount he'll be charged.
"Yeah, rough year," He mutters with a firm nod. His phone flashes, then buzzes. He grins and this time there's no hiding from the sentiment that wells up inside him. He's dialled her number before he can even think.
"What up, Scherbatsky?" He barks, cockily confident, the morning's troubles forgotten. "No, I'm going to James and Tom's," He replies to her query before pausing, laughing, and giving the cabbie a wink. "Wanna come?"
When she says yes, it feels like the best Christmas present that he could have had. This year, Holly will have to find another sucker to grind on. This year, he's found himself a Robin.
Word.
.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom Pairing: HIMYM Barney/Robin for the ljcommunity drabblethon
Word count: drabblish
Spoilers: AU Season 4
My very good friend da_phoenix13 asked for:
"Barney's Christmas"
And who was I to refuse?
There's a bottle of scotch at the foot of the bed with a big red ribbon wrapped around the neck. It's untouched. Right now it's seven am and he's wide awake and the thought of crawling into that bottle and wallowing around a while is really tempting.
All of Barney's Christmas Day traditions have been ruined. He should be fast asleep right now. He should be exhausted from Christmas Eve sex (it was virtually impossible not to get laid on Christmas eve but somehow he'd managed it). He should be fast asleep and not lying there thinking how damn hard this mattress is and how all he wants right now is to wrap himself in a fluffy comforter and feel warm and safe and enveloped.
It's freezing. Outside it's beginning to snow.
It's also seven am. Too early for the usual round of Christmas texts from his friends. Too early for the Lusty Leopard and another tradition he's going to blow off this year - a lapdance from Holly ("at least her name is festive", he told Ted).
Every instinct inside him screams as he drags himself out of bed and pulls on a Hugo Boss charcoal three-piece and a red shirt and tie (in deference to the season) and massages his temples until he can see straight.
He makes the excuse that he's had a rough year and when it's cold his healed-broken bones ache and make him grouchy. He makes excuses that he had a weird dream involving baby clothes and a bottle of breast milk and didn't want to risk another round of that.
There's only one person he knows who'll be up at this time of the morning on Christmas Day. Barney grabs the big, gaudily wrapped present from the table before leaving his apartment, iPhone squashed against his ear. "I'll be there in an hour," is all he says, although it feels like an apology.
Stepping outside, the snowflakes falling gently on the silent city, his heart lifts a tiny bit. Barney finds he's actually looking forward to seeing James and Tom and seeing little Sam opening his presents. His lips pull into a smirk that stops him getting too sentimental and he barks James's address at a passing cab driver, waving away his protests and the exorbitant amount he'll be charged.
"Yeah, rough year," He mutters with a firm nod. His phone flashes, then buzzes. He grins and this time there's no hiding from the sentiment that wells up inside him. He's dialled her number before he can even think.
"What up, Scherbatsky?" He barks, cockily confident, the morning's troubles forgotten. "No, I'm going to James and Tom's," He replies to her query before pausing, laughing, and giving the cabbie a wink. "Wanna come?"
When she says yes, it feels like the best Christmas present that he could have had. This year, Holly will have to find another sucker to grind on. This year, he's found himself a Robin.
Word.
.