It appears to be a HIMYM day today.
Title: Tight Pants
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual innuendo
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Summary: Robin finds an unexpected movie title in Barney’s secret not-porn collection
Word Count: 299
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: written for
jamfan619 who offered the following prompt for the Drabble-A-Thon at
barneyrobin: “Robin and Barney are hanging out and decide to watch a movie when Robin discovers something very interesting in Barney's secret not-porn collection.”
Robin scanned the movie titles on the professionally lit bookcase, running her fingers across the spines of several and wrinkling her nose in disgust at others. Seriously, who thought Ass Bandits in Outer Space 7 was good idea? That’s a title that barely deserved one film under its name.
“Barney, do you have other movies? Because seriously, I’m not watching porn with you again.”
Barney snorted, “Something other than porn? You’re lucky to be in Casa de Stinson at all, Sherbatsky. Your sex visa expired months ago.”
Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest and pursed her lips. She was not interested in taking his crap right now. “Barney.”
Barney’s shoulders slumped. “Fine.” He walked into the bedroom and opened a small closet, revealing a collection of about 20 DVD’s.
Robin stepped towards it, browsing the titles. She saw the standards: The Karate Kid, The Big Lebowski, Star Wars, Die Hard, and Field of Dreams. But there was one that stood out like a sore thumb. One that made her jaw drop and her eyes widen. This was not the movie she expected from Barney at all.
“Labyrinth?” Robin said, giggling. “Got a thing for Bowie in tight pants?”
Barney smirked, trying to pass off his embarrassment as annoyance. “I’ll have you know that it’s not mine. It’s…”
“Oh shut it, Barney. I think it’s cute.” She grabbed it off the shelf and popped into Barney’s DVD player. “Maybe you can sing to me about the babe.”
Barney sighed and plopped down beside her. There was no use fighting her when she wanted to get her way. “You have no power over me.”
Robin’s eyes twinkled with mischief and lust. Even if Bowie didn't work for Barney, he certainly did it for her. “We’ll see about that.”
Title: Tight Pants
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Rating/Warning: FRT-13/PG-13; sexual innuendo
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Summary: Robin finds an unexpected movie title in Barney’s secret not-porn collection
Word Count: 299
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: written for
Robin scanned the movie titles on the professionally lit bookcase, running her fingers across the spines of several and wrinkling her nose in disgust at others. Seriously, who thought Ass Bandits in Outer Space 7 was good idea? That’s a title that barely deserved one film under its name.
“Barney, do you have other movies? Because seriously, I’m not watching porn with you again.”
Barney snorted, “Something other than porn? You’re lucky to be in Casa de Stinson at all, Sherbatsky. Your sex visa expired months ago.”
Robin crossed her arms in front of her chest and pursed her lips. She was not interested in taking his crap right now. “Barney.”
Barney’s shoulders slumped. “Fine.” He walked into the bedroom and opened a small closet, revealing a collection of about 20 DVD’s.
Robin stepped towards it, browsing the titles. She saw the standards: The Karate Kid, The Big Lebowski, Star Wars, Die Hard, and Field of Dreams. But there was one that stood out like a sore thumb. One that made her jaw drop and her eyes widen. This was not the movie she expected from Barney at all.
“Labyrinth?” Robin said, giggling. “Got a thing for Bowie in tight pants?”
Barney smirked, trying to pass off his embarrassment as annoyance. “I’ll have you know that it’s not mine. It’s…”
“Oh shut it, Barney. I think it’s cute.” She grabbed it off the shelf and popped into Barney’s DVD player. “Maybe you can sing to me about the babe.”
Barney sighed and plopped down beside her. There was no use fighting her when she wanted to get her way. “You have no power over me.”
Robin’s eyes twinkled with mischief and lust. Even if Bowie didn't work for Barney, he certainly did it for her. “We’ll see about that.”