Fic: Roses
Ficlet: Roses
Author: yogurtpo3
Word Count: 1268 (is that still a ficlet?)
Spoilers: Mild season 5
Pairings: Gees... Spoilers!
Disclaimer: I own nothing... or aren't getting paid for nothing anyway...
Author’s Notes:
Unbeta-ed, so I apologize in advance for crappy grammar...
Also, please scroll down after the fic (very relevant)! ^^
“I think... I’m in love... with Robin.”
Lily punched him and threatened his manhood if he would so dare as try anything to break Robin’s heart again to fulfill whatever five second rebound thing he was going through. He swore to her he wouldn’t. He just needed to get the idea off his chest (and he knew telling Lily and the subsequent plummets into his arm would help), and go drown himself into sex... with other women. Not Robin Scherbatsky, not the (second) most awesome person in the whole entire world who made his heart skip multiple beats at a time and his stomach turn in upon itself. Even during Tacos... especially during Tacos. No, he wasn’t going to do anything because he had had his chance, and he’d blown it. That’s it. They weren’t right for each other.
But he never anticipated getting the Yips again. He’d never anticipated not having sex for a whole entire month because every time he tried, SHE would pop into his head and he would feel guilty. Barney Stinson. Feeling guilt for having sex. With some pretty high nines and even tens for gosh sakes. Guilt! He wondered what he had done to piss of the big guy upstairs and doom himself to this horrible fate. God, he was even worse than Ted. At least the dude was getting regularly laid with future wife candidate number thirty...
Two months without sex, and maybe a couple dozen smashed televisions later, it was Lily who finally took him aside.
“You really are in love with her, aren’t you?” she asked in that soothing tone of hers that somehow reminded him of his mother.
He’d denied it, because maybe if you deny something enough times, it can stop being true. But Lily was always able to see through him better than most, and despite his best acting skills in play, she took his hand into hers and squeezed in a way that seemed to open up his heart and lift his troubles away (of course, she could never know about this, and he totally pulled away).
“This is killing you Barney. I hope I don’t regret saying this in a month’s time, but if you’re truly in love with her... then I think you should go for it.”
And that was how he ended up standing outside the World Wide News office on a late friday afternoon, a dozen roses in his arms.
“Barney Stinson don’t do flowers, and he especially doesn’t do roses!” he had told Lily, but she had insisted.
“Girls like flowers, Barney. If anything, it’s a polite gesture. Now remember, dinner, movie, no sex. If you’re serious about this, you have to be patient and take things slow.”
Patient, he had to be patient. Every instinct told him to run, to go to the nearest bar, find a ten, and sleep with that instead. But his legs refused to move, because he could see Robin’s smile in his head, teasing him about the roses. He could see them together at dinner, not sharing a dessert (because Robin Scherbatsky doesn’t share desserts). And he could see himself saying goodnight to her in front of the apartment, not going up for sex, but maybe leaving with the possibility of having something more...
And somehow, that made him feel more excited than ever before in his, self admittedly, awesome-filled life.
Robin Scherbatsky was having a pretty decent day. She had made it through two meetings without a single reference to Robin Sparkles, finished up a report that had been bugging her for weeks, and even got assigned to the team trailing an exclusive on New York’s undercover police.
Then he had shown up, a dozen roses in his arms.
“W... what are you doing here? How did you even get in?” she had stammered out, peering suspiciously at the bundle in his arms, heart hammering far faster than she liked.
“I’m here f...for you, Robin. I know... that... I’m probably not someone you want to see... and...well... I realized that I... I love you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you every single day and moment... so... so I had to come and talk to you... just... talk.”
“But... you... you can’t do this. I... I’ve moved on, okay, y...you can’t.”
She knew tears filling the edge of her eyes, betraying her. “Damn it Scherbatsky, stop being so god damn weak,” she whispered to herself, gulping down the lump in her throat. How dare he, say those words to her. How dare he even come in here in the first place.
“Robin...” She quickly reeled back when he put down the flowers, talking a step closer towards her. “I’ve done a lot of thinking over this time we’ve been apart. I... I didn’t know what I needed back then, and now I do. I... I can’t live without you. Every day, I told myself, to get over you, to leave things be, but I couldn’t. Because I realized something. You... You’re my “one” Robin. I need you. Please... just give me this one chance... just... to talk, have dinner. Just one date.”
“I... I can’t... you know.. I can’t...” she whispered back. “You... you can’t just come in here and do this, you can’t. I’ve taken so much time to heal... to get over us, to get over you... and you can’t just expect me to throw all that away just because you came in here with a bunch of roses and apologies.”
“I... I don’t know how to apologize enough, I don’t know how many sorries I can say to ever make it up to you... but at least give me a chance to try. Please Robin, one date. Then... if you insist... I will never bother you again... I promise.”
She sighed, hating herself already for giving in already, like she knew she would. But she did love him once... and Ted was right. You never really stop loving a person. You just realize they weren’t meant for you and try to move on...
“Fine, just tonight. One date. And I’m going home by 10pm. And then you’ll leave me be.”
He smiled, somehow charming his way deep into her heart again. She hated that he had that power over her, the control over her heart when every instinct of her logical fibre was telling her this was a bad idea.
“Promise, but you must also promise me you’ll try to enjoy yourself tonight. Here.” He held out his arm to her, causing her to pull back some more. “It’s just common courtesy, Robin. A Bro escorts his lady by the arm,” he insisted. Sighing, she gingerly linked her arm into his.
“I’m leaving the roses, I don’t do roses,” she told him, and he shrugged, nodding.
“Ready to go?” he asked her, pulling her closer into him.
“I guess so,” was her answer, quickly grabbing her bag as they headed towards the main door.
“Bro?” she questioned on the way out.
“Yeah... sorry. Just... something that stuck from reading your friend Barney’s blog. By the way, he hasn’t updated in a while, what’s up with that?”
“I think he’s having some trouble with the Yips again, though not sure why,” she shrugged, thinking back to the memory of Barney’s desperate latch onto Ted the night before, begging him to help him get laid. “God, he can be such an idiot,” she thought to herself, smiling awkwardly at Don to cover the blush she could feel creeping into her cheeks as she walked out the sliding doors.
Fic completely inspired by art... :)
Author: yogurtpo3
Word Count: 1268 (is that still a ficlet?)
Spoilers: Mild season 5
Pairings: Gees... Spoilers!
Disclaimer: I own nothing... or aren't getting paid for nothing anyway...
Author’s Notes:
Unbeta-ed, so I apologize in advance for crappy grammar...
Also, please scroll down after the fic (very relevant)! ^^
“I think... I’m in love... with Robin.”
Lily punched him and threatened his manhood if he would so dare as try anything to break Robin’s heart again to fulfill whatever five second rebound thing he was going through. He swore to her he wouldn’t. He just needed to get the idea off his chest (and he knew telling Lily and the subsequent plummets into his arm would help), and go drown himself into sex... with other women. Not Robin Scherbatsky, not the (second) most awesome person in the whole entire world who made his heart skip multiple beats at a time and his stomach turn in upon itself. Even during Tacos... especially during Tacos. No, he wasn’t going to do anything because he had had his chance, and he’d blown it. That’s it. They weren’t right for each other.
But he never anticipated getting the Yips again. He’d never anticipated not having sex for a whole entire month because every time he tried, SHE would pop into his head and he would feel guilty. Barney Stinson. Feeling guilt for having sex. With some pretty high nines and even tens for gosh sakes. Guilt! He wondered what he had done to piss of the big guy upstairs and doom himself to this horrible fate. God, he was even worse than Ted. At least the dude was getting regularly laid with future wife candidate number thirty...
Two months without sex, and maybe a couple dozen smashed televisions later, it was Lily who finally took him aside.
“You really are in love with her, aren’t you?” she asked in that soothing tone of hers that somehow reminded him of his mother.
He’d denied it, because maybe if you deny something enough times, it can stop being true. But Lily was always able to see through him better than most, and despite his best acting skills in play, she took his hand into hers and squeezed in a way that seemed to open up his heart and lift his troubles away (of course, she could never know about this, and he totally pulled away).
“This is killing you Barney. I hope I don’t regret saying this in a month’s time, but if you’re truly in love with her... then I think you should go for it.”
And that was how he ended up standing outside the World Wide News office on a late friday afternoon, a dozen roses in his arms.
“Barney Stinson don’t do flowers, and he especially doesn’t do roses!” he had told Lily, but she had insisted.
“Girls like flowers, Barney. If anything, it’s a polite gesture. Now remember, dinner, movie, no sex. If you’re serious about this, you have to be patient and take things slow.”
Patient, he had to be patient. Every instinct told him to run, to go to the nearest bar, find a ten, and sleep with that instead. But his legs refused to move, because he could see Robin’s smile in his head, teasing him about the roses. He could see them together at dinner, not sharing a dessert (because Robin Scherbatsky doesn’t share desserts). And he could see himself saying goodnight to her in front of the apartment, not going up for sex, but maybe leaving with the possibility of having something more...
And somehow, that made him feel more excited than ever before in his, self admittedly, awesome-filled life.
Robin Scherbatsky was having a pretty decent day. She had made it through two meetings without a single reference to Robin Sparkles, finished up a report that had been bugging her for weeks, and even got assigned to the team trailing an exclusive on New York’s undercover police.
Then he had shown up, a dozen roses in his arms.
“W... what are you doing here? How did you even get in?” she had stammered out, peering suspiciously at the bundle in his arms, heart hammering far faster than she liked.
“I’m here f...for you, Robin. I know... that... I’m probably not someone you want to see... and...well... I realized that I... I love you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you every single day and moment... so... so I had to come and talk to you... just... talk.”
“But... you... you can’t do this. I... I’ve moved on, okay, y...you can’t.”
She knew tears filling the edge of her eyes, betraying her. “Damn it Scherbatsky, stop being so god damn weak,” she whispered to herself, gulping down the lump in her throat. How dare he, say those words to her. How dare he even come in here in the first place.
“Robin...” She quickly reeled back when he put down the flowers, talking a step closer towards her. “I’ve done a lot of thinking over this time we’ve been apart. I... I didn’t know what I needed back then, and now I do. I... I can’t live without you. Every day, I told myself, to get over you, to leave things be, but I couldn’t. Because I realized something. You... You’re my “one” Robin. I need you. Please... just give me this one chance... just... to talk, have dinner. Just one date.”
“I... I can’t... you know.. I can’t...” she whispered back. “You... you can’t just come in here and do this, you can’t. I’ve taken so much time to heal... to get over us, to get over you... and you can’t just expect me to throw all that away just because you came in here with a bunch of roses and apologies.”
“I... I don’t know how to apologize enough, I don’t know how many sorries I can say to ever make it up to you... but at least give me a chance to try. Please Robin, one date. Then... if you insist... I will never bother you again... I promise.”
She sighed, hating herself already for giving in already, like she knew she would. But she did love him once... and Ted was right. You never really stop loving a person. You just realize they weren’t meant for you and try to move on...
“Fine, just tonight. One date. And I’m going home by 10pm. And then you’ll leave me be.”
He smiled, somehow charming his way deep into her heart again. She hated that he had that power over her, the control over her heart when every instinct of her logical fibre was telling her this was a bad idea.
“Promise, but you must also promise me you’ll try to enjoy yourself tonight. Here.” He held out his arm to her, causing her to pull back some more. “It’s just common courtesy, Robin. A Bro escorts his lady by the arm,” he insisted. Sighing, she gingerly linked her arm into his.
“I’m leaving the roses, I don’t do roses,” she told him, and he shrugged, nodding.
“Ready to go?” he asked her, pulling her closer into him.
“I guess so,” was her answer, quickly grabbing her bag as they headed towards the main door.
“Bro?” she questioned on the way out.
“Yeah... sorry. Just... something that stuck from reading your friend Barney’s blog. By the way, he hasn’t updated in a while, what’s up with that?”
“I think he’s having some trouble with the Yips again, though not sure why,” she shrugged, thinking back to the memory of Barney’s desperate latch onto Ted the night before, begging him to help him get laid. “God, he can be such an idiot,” she thought to herself, smiling awkwardly at Don to cover the blush she could feel creeping into her cheeks as she walked out the sliding doors.
Fic completely inspired by art... :)