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Title: Thrill of the Chase, Part 3
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snogged and idioticonion
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Claudia, implied Stuart/Claudia
Word Count: 1755
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity/cheating, adult language (including sexual slurs), angst
Spoilers: Takes place after “Intervention” in Season 4
Summary: Stuart has relapsed into alcoholism and Claudia heads to the bar feeling vulnerable and upset. And Barney wants to take everything off her mind…
A/N: Written for the Summer Smut Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mature_himym.
"What happens?" She stammers, feeling his fingers slide into the wetness of her pussy, groping, flicking, twisting, stroking. Her juices are flowing down her thighs, drenching his skin.
God, she's never been this girl before. Never been the girl who lets some guy...no, Barney's not some guy...he's her friend. He's just watching out for her. Not that it even sounds like a good excuse anymore.
Her hips rock against his hand as he stretches her wider. Two fingers...three fingers...four...
Her body lurches forward, her own fingers gripping the lapels of his suit coat as if trying to hold on for dear life.
Oh god, she's so wet, so hungry, that it feels like he could get his whole hand up there right now. And he rubs his thumb over her clit until it's hard and he can feel each beat, each throb, through he tips of his fingers, curling inside her.
She shudders and he kisses her again, hard and invasively, his tongue penetrating her throat even as she gets herself off on his hand. She's a dirty slut and it hardly takes a word or two to bring that out of her. And dirty sluts… "they get fucked, Claudia. You get fucked until you can't see straight," He says the words the second she comes, as her first orgasm rips through her, he tells her how dirty she is, how she's asking for this, begging for this.
Her cheeks burn with humiliation and embarrassment as she comes for him; body writhing, convulsing, seizing, burning. And she knows he's right even though it hurts for her to think like that. She is a dirty girl. A dirty slut. A dirty whore. He's the one making her come in the men's bathroom and she’s the one spiraling past the point of no return. She's the one who’s cheating on her husband, the one who let herself get tangled in his web. And even worse, she's the one craving more of it. Wants him to keep feeding her new addiction.
"God, yes...such a dirty girl..."
He holds her up, his brain buzzing as he unbuckles his belt, one-handed, pulling at his zipper and frees his erection from the confines of his pants. He rolls on a condom, pressing his lips to hers to stop her panting and moaning. Then, he grabs her thighs, hoists her up against the wall, and slams into her. She's bucking from the second he's inside her, and he thanks the hours he's put in the gym lately to build muscle in his legs because she's twisting like a demon in his grip.
The cold tile of the wall presses into her back and she wriggles in his arms to find a point of comfort. Some part that would make her feel less trapped but it's not happening. Her focus drifts to his cock moving inside her, making her feel like there's a thick snake coiling inside her belly.
This is nothing like Stuart. Everything about it is so different. So new. So insane. It makes the neurons in her brain feel like they're on speed or something.
"Barney," she whimpers his name, her French manicured nails digging into his neck. "Please...please don't...don't stop..."
He hears the contradiction in her words. Her head's saying no but her gut's telling her OH YES. And he pushes her tight to the wall, pulls her closer, going for deep, deep, deeper. Wants her to feel every inch of her, wants her to still feel it when she walks out of here.
He's marking her, filling her, making her his.
Just for a little while.
Electrical pulses shoot through her skin as his cock goes deeper. She can feel him brush against the edge of her cervix and her hips undulate erratically, making it harder for him to hold on to her.
She can feel herself slipping, slipping, slipping into the unreal...forgetting who she is. He's so far inside of her that it almost feels like he's becoming her. She's not herself with him. She's so much more than that.
He grits his teeth and fucks her harder, barely aware of anything /but/ her, of the bathroom, of the bar, of the time and place because there's so MUCH delicious friction here and she's gasping and moaning and he's getting her off, hard, fast, immediate and Jesus-!
He slams into her - he's at the edge and she's not far behind.
Her moans start soft but with each stroke, she can hear them getting louder and louder, echoing in the small room, bouncing off the tiles.
Her nails dig into his neck as her body shudders, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she takes the final fall. If this is only her second orgasm, she can only imagine what number three will look like.
In her lust-fogged state of mind, she doesn't hear the door knob shake. Doesn't realize that someone is trying to get in here.
Doesn't realize she might not even make it to round three.
He hears the knocking, right next to them. A few feet away someone's trying to get in to use the john with no idea what's going on behind the inches of wood and plaster. It robs Barney of his orgasm, momentarily, and it takes him a moment to refocus, lift Claudia away from the wall and carry her over to the sink, propping her ass on the edge of the porcelain so he can take the weight off his back and legs. Looks into her eyes - she looks dazed and sexed-out.
"Come on baby!" He wheedles her. "Can't stop now. Race you to the finish line?"
He pounds into her again as the door handle rattles and a voice calls out "Hey! Anybody in here! Damn… Gonna complain about this!"
She feels him move her, feels her ass slide into the sink, her flesh picking up a few stray water droplets that hadn't evaporated yet.
Her pussy tightens around him and her muscles clench. She doesn't know if she can take much more of this but she doesn't want to be left with the empty feeling of him disconnecting her.
"Don't stop...don't stop now..."
She hears the man on the other side of the door and can't help but feel a little disappointed that he didn't stay to listen. She knows he would just have to press his ear to the door and he would hear every cry, every moan, every grunt, every slap of flesh against flesh.
She comes for a third time just thinking about that.
God, she is a dirty girl. Barney was so right about her.
Oh fuck he's coming and he promised himself he'd give her three but- shit holy motherfucker CHRIST she's sucking him in and bearing down on him and she's enjoying this as much as he is suddenly. It goes on, and on, the pleasure/pain of being inside her and having to race to the end because any minute now Carl's gonna break down the door and stop him.
He doesn't even catch his breath. She's still trembling, legs akimbo on the sink when he moves away, pulls up his pants and fastens his belt.
Fuck! Fuck it where's her skirt?
He helps her down, she's still dazed, he's still throbbing but there's no time for a glow because-
There's her skirt - he throws it at her. "Get dressed!"
The skirt falls into her hands and she stares at it like she's never seen it before. She's not ready. This is too fast, too soon. Everything's still too hazy, still detached from reality. Putting on her skirt...God, it represents the end of this. She doesn't want it to end yet. She doesn't want to walk out the door and feel the guilt and shame of cheating on her husband hit her like a tanker truck.
How can he expect her to walk out the door so soon? With her legs so weak. It's not fair.
She looks up at Barney, pleading in her eyes. "I can't...can't go out there like this."
Okay, so she's being a total girl about this but he really doesn't want Carl manhandling him so he takes Claudia's arm and supports her. "Look, baby, we gotta get outta here, okay? Now, I could buy you a nice drink… or a coffee? Something to take the edge off and settle you down?" He tried to keep his voice light, kind even, but Jesus - could she be more annoying? But maybe he can just dump her in the bar and make a quick getaway?
She nods and slowly lifts her legs to get the skirt over her ankles before sliding it up to her hips. He doesn't let her adjust it on her waist before he grabs her arm and yanks the bathroom door open.
Her head is pounding as the noise of the bar envelops her and she can feel her sobriety start to come back to her. She needs to perk the fuck back up before she can even think of making the trek home.
"Coffee's good."
She doesn't notice the look in his eyes. The look of a man desperate to make his escape. The look of a man who doesn't do post-coital. With anyone. Even if it's a married woman he's conned into surrendering to him.
He freezes at the jukebox, because holy shit, Marshall and Ted are sitting there in their regular booth drinking a beer. He needs to ditch her and ditch her now.
(…and Marshall and Ted have been sitting there drinking while he's been nailing Claudia in the restroom. What UP!)
He allows himself a quick grin then turns to look at her. "Look… Claudia…?" He says her name as if he's almost forgotten it. "It's been fun… but I think I gotta go right now. I got a… thing… a work… thing…" He backs away from her and is at the door in a shot, straightening his tie before slipping outside.
She watches him go; feelings of loss and confusion settling over her like a blanket on a cold night.
I'm gonna show you a good time.
His promise reverberates in her skull. Clearly, he forgot to add that good time had an expiration date and that she was just a conveniently placed hole for him to fill.
Arggghhhh...how could she be so stupid? So vulnerable? She should have seen this coming.
She takes a deep breath and moves out the door. She's gonna kill him.
Love you all and will miss you!
Title: Thrill of the Chase, Part 3
Author:
snogged and idioticonionDisclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Claudia, implied Stuart/Claudia
Word Count: 1755
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity/cheating, adult language (including sexual slurs), angst
Spoilers: Takes place after “Intervention” in Season 4
Summary: Stuart has relapsed into alcoholism and Claudia heads to the bar feeling vulnerable and upset. And Barney wants to take everything off her mind…
A/N: Written for the Summer Smut Challenge at
mature_himym. "What happens?" She stammers, feeling his fingers slide into the wetness of her pussy, groping, flicking, twisting, stroking. Her juices are flowing down her thighs, drenching his skin.
God, she's never been this girl before. Never been the girl who lets some guy...no, Barney's not some guy...he's her friend. He's just watching out for her. Not that it even sounds like a good excuse anymore.
Her hips rock against his hand as he stretches her wider. Two fingers...three fingers...four...
Her body lurches forward, her own fingers gripping the lapels of his suit coat as if trying to hold on for dear life.
Oh god, she's so wet, so hungry, that it feels like he could get his whole hand up there right now. And he rubs his thumb over her clit until it's hard and he can feel each beat, each throb, through he tips of his fingers, curling inside her.
She shudders and he kisses her again, hard and invasively, his tongue penetrating her throat even as she gets herself off on his hand. She's a dirty slut and it hardly takes a word or two to bring that out of her. And dirty sluts… "they get fucked, Claudia. You get fucked until you can't see straight," He says the words the second she comes, as her first orgasm rips through her, he tells her how dirty she is, how she's asking for this, begging for this.
Her cheeks burn with humiliation and embarrassment as she comes for him; body writhing, convulsing, seizing, burning. And she knows he's right even though it hurts for her to think like that. She is a dirty girl. A dirty slut. A dirty whore. He's the one making her come in the men's bathroom and she’s the one spiraling past the point of no return. She's the one who’s cheating on her husband, the one who let herself get tangled in his web. And even worse, she's the one craving more of it. Wants him to keep feeding her new addiction.
"God, yes...such a dirty girl..."
He holds her up, his brain buzzing as he unbuckles his belt, one-handed, pulling at his zipper and frees his erection from the confines of his pants. He rolls on a condom, pressing his lips to hers to stop her panting and moaning. Then, he grabs her thighs, hoists her up against the wall, and slams into her. She's bucking from the second he's inside her, and he thanks the hours he's put in the gym lately to build muscle in his legs because she's twisting like a demon in his grip.
The cold tile of the wall presses into her back and she wriggles in his arms to find a point of comfort. Some part that would make her feel less trapped but it's not happening. Her focus drifts to his cock moving inside her, making her feel like there's a thick snake coiling inside her belly.
This is nothing like Stuart. Everything about it is so different. So new. So insane. It makes the neurons in her brain feel like they're on speed or something.
"Barney," she whimpers his name, her French manicured nails digging into his neck. "Please...please don't...don't stop..."
He hears the contradiction in her words. Her head's saying no but her gut's telling her OH YES. And he pushes her tight to the wall, pulls her closer, going for deep, deep, deeper. Wants her to feel every inch of her, wants her to still feel it when she walks out of here.
He's marking her, filling her, making her his.
Just for a little while.
Electrical pulses shoot through her skin as his cock goes deeper. She can feel him brush against the edge of her cervix and her hips undulate erratically, making it harder for him to hold on to her.
She can feel herself slipping, slipping, slipping into the unreal...forgetting who she is. He's so far inside of her that it almost feels like he's becoming her. She's not herself with him. She's so much more than that.
He grits his teeth and fucks her harder, barely aware of anything /but/ her, of the bathroom, of the bar, of the time and place because there's so MUCH delicious friction here and she's gasping and moaning and he's getting her off, hard, fast, immediate and Jesus-!
He slams into her - he's at the edge and she's not far behind.
Her moans start soft but with each stroke, she can hear them getting louder and louder, echoing in the small room, bouncing off the tiles.
Her nails dig into his neck as her body shudders, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she takes the final fall. If this is only her second orgasm, she can only imagine what number three will look like.
In her lust-fogged state of mind, she doesn't hear the door knob shake. Doesn't realize that someone is trying to get in here.
Doesn't realize she might not even make it to round three.
He hears the knocking, right next to them. A few feet away someone's trying to get in to use the john with no idea what's going on behind the inches of wood and plaster. It robs Barney of his orgasm, momentarily, and it takes him a moment to refocus, lift Claudia away from the wall and carry her over to the sink, propping her ass on the edge of the porcelain so he can take the weight off his back and legs. Looks into her eyes - she looks dazed and sexed-out.
"Come on baby!" He wheedles her. "Can't stop now. Race you to the finish line?"
He pounds into her again as the door handle rattles and a voice calls out "Hey! Anybody in here! Damn… Gonna complain about this!"
She feels him move her, feels her ass slide into the sink, her flesh picking up a few stray water droplets that hadn't evaporated yet.
Her pussy tightens around him and her muscles clench. She doesn't know if she can take much more of this but she doesn't want to be left with the empty feeling of him disconnecting her.
"Don't stop...don't stop now..."
She hears the man on the other side of the door and can't help but feel a little disappointed that he didn't stay to listen. She knows he would just have to press his ear to the door and he would hear every cry, every moan, every grunt, every slap of flesh against flesh.
She comes for a third time just thinking about that.
God, she is a dirty girl. Barney was so right about her.
Oh fuck he's coming and he promised himself he'd give her three but- shit holy motherfucker CHRIST she's sucking him in and bearing down on him and she's enjoying this as much as he is suddenly. It goes on, and on, the pleasure/pain of being inside her and having to race to the end because any minute now Carl's gonna break down the door and stop him.
He doesn't even catch his breath. She's still trembling, legs akimbo on the sink when he moves away, pulls up his pants and fastens his belt.
Fuck! Fuck it where's her skirt?
He helps her down, she's still dazed, he's still throbbing but there's no time for a glow because-
There's her skirt - he throws it at her. "Get dressed!"
The skirt falls into her hands and she stares at it like she's never seen it before. She's not ready. This is too fast, too soon. Everything's still too hazy, still detached from reality. Putting on her skirt...God, it represents the end of this. She doesn't want it to end yet. She doesn't want to walk out the door and feel the guilt and shame of cheating on her husband hit her like a tanker truck.
How can he expect her to walk out the door so soon? With her legs so weak. It's not fair.
She looks up at Barney, pleading in her eyes. "I can't...can't go out there like this."
Okay, so she's being a total girl about this but he really doesn't want Carl manhandling him so he takes Claudia's arm and supports her. "Look, baby, we gotta get outta here, okay? Now, I could buy you a nice drink… or a coffee? Something to take the edge off and settle you down?" He tried to keep his voice light, kind even, but Jesus - could she be more annoying? But maybe he can just dump her in the bar and make a quick getaway?
She nods and slowly lifts her legs to get the skirt over her ankles before sliding it up to her hips. He doesn't let her adjust it on her waist before he grabs her arm and yanks the bathroom door open.
Her head is pounding as the noise of the bar envelops her and she can feel her sobriety start to come back to her. She needs to perk the fuck back up before she can even think of making the trek home.
"Coffee's good."
She doesn't notice the look in his eyes. The look of a man desperate to make his escape. The look of a man who doesn't do post-coital. With anyone. Even if it's a married woman he's conned into surrendering to him.
He freezes at the jukebox, because holy shit, Marshall and Ted are sitting there in their regular booth drinking a beer. He needs to ditch her and ditch her now.
(…and Marshall and Ted have been sitting there drinking while he's been nailing Claudia in the restroom. What UP!)
He allows himself a quick grin then turns to look at her. "Look… Claudia…?" He says her name as if he's almost forgotten it. "It's been fun… but I think I gotta go right now. I got a… thing… a work… thing…" He backs away from her and is at the door in a shot, straightening his tie before slipping outside.
She watches him go; feelings of loss and confusion settling over her like a blanket on a cold night.
I'm gonna show you a good time.
His promise reverberates in her skull. Clearly, he forgot to add that good time had an expiration date and that she was just a conveniently placed hole for him to fill.
Arggghhhh...how could she be so stupid? So vulnerable? She should have seen this coming.
She takes a deep breath and moves out the door. She's gonna kill him.