HIMYM fic: Barney/Robin: And the Way
Title: And the Way
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 390
Fandom/Pairing: HIMYM, Robin/Barney
Author’s Notes 1: Because kissing is lovely and the transcript didn’t really cover what it was like for Robin, and because everything she says about it now is mostly denial or outright lies. This works as part of the Facebook RP or could probably stand as an AU one-shot.
Author’s Notes 2: I never write fics this short and I'm so, so not used to focusing so much on a sentence/word level. Feedback would be much appreciated!
Summary: The last person she kissed was Barney and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore. But the thing is, she can still feel it.
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She checks her phone and sees no messages and okay well he’d said he would be busy with his brother and nephew all day, so.
So she goes to her room and looks in her closet and sighs. She hates picking first-date clothes.
She doesn’t know what made her agree so easily to go out with that guy at the bar, Mr. Starving Artist. He’d said he got his one hundredth rejection letter today. She said that was very impressive. He said he could use some cheering up. She said what did you have in mind. He said you and me and dinner tonight. She said okay yes see you at eight. (Because the last person she slept with was Ted, and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore.)
And the last person she kissed was Barney, and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore either.
Because it’s like she can still feel it, the way her mouth slid just a miniscule distance over his before she found the perfect fit and the way her thoughts stopped just short of panic as she pressed into the curve of his mouth and the way she thought I remember his taste I remember this and the way their breath hovered together like they both couldn’t believe this was happening and the way her nose brushed slightly against his and the way and the way and the way and the way.
It was tiny. It lasted no more than a second. It was unexpected and quickly stopped and apologized for.
But she can still...
... feel it and that needs to stop so today at the bar she had looked at Mr. Starving Artist and said sure yes dinner tonight (and then she checked her phone no messages and she shouldn’t be surprised considering she’d asked him to call her and asked him to meet her and asked him to talk to her and he’d said sounds like you’re busy maybe next weekend at the earliest? and the question mark was like a tiny cut).
So she puts on a dress and some heels (and checks her phone no messages) and takes them off again and puts on pajamas and cancels her date and sits on the couch and watches TV.
And (if he doesn’t call by) tomorrow she’ll put on her dress and go out at eight and kiss someone else.
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Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 390
Fandom/Pairing: HIMYM, Robin/Barney
Author’s Notes 1: Because kissing is lovely and the transcript didn’t really cover what it was like for Robin, and because everything she says about it now is mostly denial or outright lies. This works as part of the Facebook RP or could probably stand as an AU one-shot.
Author’s Notes 2: I never write fics this short and I'm so, so not used to focusing so much on a sentence/word level. Feedback would be much appreciated!
Summary: The last person she kissed was Barney and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore. But the thing is, she can still feel it.
--
She checks her phone and sees no messages and okay well he’d said he would be busy with his brother and nephew all day, so.
So she goes to her room and looks in her closet and sighs. She hates picking first-date clothes.
She doesn’t know what made her agree so easily to go out with that guy at the bar, Mr. Starving Artist. He’d said he got his one hundredth rejection letter today. She said that was very impressive. He said he could use some cheering up. She said what did you have in mind. He said you and me and dinner tonight. She said okay yes see you at eight. (Because the last person she slept with was Ted, and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore.)
And the last person she kissed was Barney, and she doesn’t want that to be true anymore either.
Because it’s like she can still feel it, the way her mouth slid just a miniscule distance over his before she found the perfect fit and the way her thoughts stopped just short of panic as she pressed into the curve of his mouth and the way she thought I remember his taste I remember this and the way their breath hovered together like they both couldn’t believe this was happening and the way her nose brushed slightly against his and the way and the way and the way and the way.
It was tiny. It lasted no more than a second. It was unexpected and quickly stopped and apologized for.
But she can still...
... feel it and that needs to stop so today at the bar she had looked at Mr. Starving Artist and said sure yes dinner tonight (and then she checked her phone no messages and she shouldn’t be surprised considering she’d asked him to call her and asked him to meet her and asked him to talk to her and he’d said sounds like you’re busy maybe next weekend at the earliest? and the question mark was like a tiny cut).
So she puts on a dress and some heels (and checks her phone no messages) and takes them off again and puts on pajamas and cancels her date and sits on the couch and watches TV.
And (if he doesn’t call by) tomorrow she’ll put on her dress and go out at eight and kiss someone else.
~