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snoggedTitle: Deviation Into Bliss
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Robin/Lily, implied Robin/Ted and Lily/Marshall
Word Count: 1957
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; f/f smut, some adult language, angst/romance
Spoilers: Starts off during Season 2 “Show Down” but turns into AU from there.
Summary: Lily’s wedding dress doesn’t fit and Robin noticed…
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roland44
A/N: I don't have a lot of experience with girl smut. But I'm really hoping that I don't disappoint here. This is an idea that's been spinning in my head for awhile and it's feels great to finally get out there.
A/N 2: In my happy, little universe this does not destroy the Lily/Marshall relationship in the slightest.
A/N 3: This is dedicated with supreme love todarlingchaos, otempora42, zoesmith, idioticonion, and secondmezzanine. I couldn't have done this without a cheering squad.
Robin Scherbatsky could count on one hand the number of times she had deviated from her life’s plan.
Really, it was probably more that she could count on three fingers. The first time was when she quit the hockey team after her dad caught her making out with one of her team mates. The second was when she lost her virginity to a boy with a bright pink room and muscle magazines under his bed. And the third, had been falling in love with Ted. Because Ted represented everything she wanted to stay away from, everything that made her feel chained down to one spot- marriage, children, and monogamy.
She could already feel their expiration date hovering like a shadow on the wall, lurking just around the next corner. That one of these days, he was going to say something that was going to make her run.
But tonight, she wasn’t going to think about that. Tonight was a girl’s night. Tonight there would be wine and movies and boy talk. Tonight there would be things to distract her from all the stuff she had floating in her head about where her future was going with Ted.
What Robin hadn’t expected was the familiar twinge in her belly that a new deviation to her life was about to take place.
Sure, she thought other girls were plenty pretty. She could appreciate a woman who knew how to fill out a pair of skinny jeans without destroying her curves but she never expected it to be a serious thing.
She never expected to feel a heat rise in her cheeks when her best friend glided out of her bedroom in the most elegant gown imaginable. She didn’t expect to remember the taste of strawberry lip gloss and cinnamon from the brief kiss she had shared with Lily in the girl’s bath room last year. And when Lily spun around to show off the swirling shift of the fabric, Robin hadn’t expected that her eyes would be suddenly glued to the bare-chested Lily whose wedding dress was pooling around her ankles.
“Oh my God, Lily,” Robin said, breath hitching in her throat as her eyes traveled down Lily’s taut stomach to the elastic line of her dark purple boy shorts. Almost immediately, she wondered if she should have said anything. Saying something meant the peep show was over. Saying something meant Lily would freak out and cover herself up. And Robin was really starting to believe she didn’t want that. She wanted this moment to last. She wanted to get in touch with this new woman-loving side of herself that Lily was unknowingly sparking inside her.
Lily’s eyes widened and she gasped as a brief burst of cold air from the air conditioner hit her nipples, making them instantly perky. She tilted her chin, glancing down at her exposed state. “Oh my God, my dress!”
A flash of disappointment crossed her face as she bent over to retrieve the crumpled satin, scooping it into her arms like a mother holding her new infant. Then, she glanced at Robin, noticing a weird gleam in her friend’s eyes that she had never seen before. It was the same kind of look that Marshall gave her every so often when she subtly showed off flesh and then caught him staring at her. Although it wasn’t something she expected to see on her best friend, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that her body was worthy of being checked out by a hot chick.
Lily draped the dress over Robin’s black leather computer chair and wiggled her hips a little. It couldn’t hurt to have a tiny bit of fun at Robin’s expense. The Canadian brunette was basically setting herself up it for anyways. “I should really call the dress shop, shouldn’t I? See what they can do about bringing in my bust line?”
Robin coughed slightly as she watched Lily’s small, perky breasts jiggle at the mention of the word bust. She wanted to reach out and touch them. She wanted to feel their weight against her hands and see how they curved under the run of her fingertips. She wanted to feel consumed by the fire of Lily’s kisses. She wanted to taste the strawberries and champagne that coated Lily’s skin. She wanted to bury her head between the apex of Lily’s thighs and drown herself in passion and desire. Her head felt like it was going to explode from all the fantasies scurrying through it.
The last thing she wanted to do was think about boyfriends and fiancées. She didn’t want to consider the impact her actions might have. If she wasted time thinking about the obstacles, then her next move didn’t stand a chance.
Lily felt herself being pulled down onto the couch, crashing into Robin’s arms and instantly smelling a warm and musky spice emanating off the long, slender column of Robin’s neck. She wasn’t sure if she should be shocked for suddenly being half-naked and on top of her best friend or if she should be shocked that she wasn’t really bothered by it all.
“Lily,” Robin whispered, grateful that Lily wasn’t trying to claw her way out of the embrace. She had to believe that it meant she stood some sort of chance here. “Tell me yes.”
Lily exhaled sharply, “Robin…I…I’m trying to patch things up with Marshall. I mean, we’re still not exactly at our perfect best yet and I…” She paused, locking eyes with Robin. The want, the need, and the sexual charge in the room were so palpable that she couldn’t bring herself to keep going with the Marshall excuses. Especially when she knew just what it would mean to say yes. She cupped Robin’s cheek and moved in to capture her friend’s lips, sealing the deal with a nonverbal agreement.
Robin sighed with deep contentment as Lily’s mouth molded against hers, gradually becoming more confident with each passing second. Robin had lost count of the number of seconds by the time Lily pushed her tongue forward, passing through the barrier and bumping into her own tongue. Robin took that as a sign to ramp up the action and she slid her hands down Lily’s back, tracing the length of her spine, feeling her friend shiver.
Lily’s legs quivered as Robin’s hands pressed against her hipbone, splaying her fingers over the curve of her ass. Her own hands clutched Robin’s shoulders as a pool of moisture starting to grow between her thighs. It was the same response that happened whenever Marshall kissed her like this. But she wasn’t kissing Marshall. She was kissing Robin and clearly, her brain didn’t see the difference. Damn Classical Conditioning.
A devious grin played on the corners of Robin’s lips as she pulled back from Lily’s mouth and lavished kisses down Lily’s neck. With graceful ease, she guided Lily backwards until she was nestled within the vast array of colorful couch pillows. The pounding in her chest grew louder as she bent forward to capture one of Lily’s rose-colored nipples. Lily whimpered as Robin experimentally flicked and swirled her tongue around it, making it harder, pointier. Making each jolt of pleasure that coursed through her body feel that much stronger.
Fingers got tangled in Robin’s hair, pushing her closer to the salty sweet skin but also guided her to the places that would make her pant and groan as she rode the waves of mounting bliss- nipple, areola, breast, solar plexus, and abdomen.
But there needed to be more than that. There needed to be more than nipples and taut stomach. Those were only the tip of the iceberg and there was so much more that needed to get explored. Robin shook her head, loosening Lily’s grip on her hair. She smiled against Lily’s solar plexus, fingers teasing Lily’s sides and thighs as she moved downwards.
The space on the couch was limited and it didn’t take much for Robin’s knees to fall off the edge and sink to the floor. The hard wood felt cool against her flesh as she hooked her fingers into Lily’s panties, pulling them off with one quick stroke.
“Robin…please…” Lily whimpered, watching the Canadian through hooded eyes as she shifted her legs to spread them wider. Every molecule in her brain was focused on what Robin was about to do and every muscle in her stomach tightened as she waited for what was coming…or, to put it more adequately, who was going to be coming. God, she was so wet right now…
Robin nodded, tongue darting out to taste the sweet succulence of Lily’s juices. It’s the most beautiful and addicting thing she has ever tasted and she can’t wait to have more. Her tongue dipped between the folds of Lily’s labia and she quickly found the source- dripping like a honey comb. She was slippery, warm, and welcoming and it didn’t take much for her tongue to thrust inside the velvet cavern.
Robin thrust her tongue into the slick hole, over and over and over again and as Lily panted and thrashed on the small couch, she could feel a deep sense of accomplishment. Not that it came as much of a surprise. She was Scherbatsky and there was absolutely nothing in the world she couldn’t be awesome at.
Lily moaned deeply, thigh muscles clenching, threatening to lock themselves around Robin’s head if the woman gave the slightest indication she was going to stop before the good part happened. She needed Robin to keep going, to keep pushing her closer to that momentous moment when vividly, bright fireworks would explode in front of her eyes.
But then she felt Robin pull away. Not enough to bring an end to the fun but enough to make this moment stretch to further limits. Warm, wet lips pressed against each thigh and she looked down to see Robin’s eyes glittering with wicked glee. Lily opened her mouth to speak, to say something, to get Robin to go back to what she was doing but there was no way in hell Robin would have listened. Not with the way her lips were trailing kisses over the ridge where her thigh met her hip or the way she traveled across the taut planes of Lily’s stomach just to make it to the other leg.
As Robin continued her circle, constantly skirting over lips and clit, Lily could feel the pressure building inside her like a coil. Robin wasn’t even tonguing her like before and it still wouldn’t take much more than what was already going on to send her tumbling over the edge. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the musky scent of pure sex and arousal. It was a mixture of familiar and unfamiliar, of tenderness and lust, of perfect and primal. As she exhaled, she felt Robin’s tongue return to swirl around her clit making little figure eights over the immensely sensitive pearl. An intense rush of heat slammed through Lily’s body and her hips arced off the bed as a scream left her lips and a powerful orgasm left her body.
It. Literally. Was. The. Most. Amazing. Thing. Ever.
As Lily’s juices coated her lips and chin, Robin didn’t feel the panic set in. In fact, she didn’t want this to come to an end. She wanted to hold onto it forever but she knew she couldn’t. No matter how much they both wanted it, this fling was going to slip through their fingers like a butterfly finding its wings.
But no matter what reality had in store for them, she could believe that this experience made them stronger, made them more connected.
Telepathy with Lily was so gonna rock now.
FIN
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Robin/Lily, implied Robin/Ted and Lily/Marshall
Word Count: 1957
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; f/f smut, some adult language, angst/romance
Spoilers: Starts off during Season 2 “Show Down” but turns into AU from there.
Summary: Lily’s wedding dress doesn’t fit and Robin noticed…
Beta: the beta perv in my pervdom:
roland44A/N: I don't have a lot of experience with girl smut. But I'm really hoping that I don't disappoint here. This is an idea that's been spinning in my head for awhile and it's feels great to finally get out there.
A/N 2: In my happy, little universe this does not destroy the Lily/Marshall relationship in the slightest.
A/N 3: This is dedicated with supreme love to
darlingchaos, otempora42, zoesmith, idioticonion, and secondmezzanine. I couldn't have done this without a cheering squad.Robin Scherbatsky could count on one hand the number of times she had deviated from her life’s plan.
Really, it was probably more that she could count on three fingers. The first time was when she quit the hockey team after her dad caught her making out with one of her team mates. The second was when she lost her virginity to a boy with a bright pink room and muscle magazines under his bed. And the third, had been falling in love with Ted. Because Ted represented everything she wanted to stay away from, everything that made her feel chained down to one spot- marriage, children, and monogamy.
She could already feel their expiration date hovering like a shadow on the wall, lurking just around the next corner. That one of these days, he was going to say something that was going to make her run.
But tonight, she wasn’t going to think about that. Tonight was a girl’s night. Tonight there would be wine and movies and boy talk. Tonight there would be things to distract her from all the stuff she had floating in her head about where her future was going with Ted.
What Robin hadn’t expected was the familiar twinge in her belly that a new deviation to her life was about to take place.
Sure, she thought other girls were plenty pretty. She could appreciate a woman who knew how to fill out a pair of skinny jeans without destroying her curves but she never expected it to be a serious thing.
She never expected to feel a heat rise in her cheeks when her best friend glided out of her bedroom in the most elegant gown imaginable. She didn’t expect to remember the taste of strawberry lip gloss and cinnamon from the brief kiss she had shared with Lily in the girl’s bath room last year. And when Lily spun around to show off the swirling shift of the fabric, Robin hadn’t expected that her eyes would be suddenly glued to the bare-chested Lily whose wedding dress was pooling around her ankles.
“Oh my God, Lily,” Robin said, breath hitching in her throat as her eyes traveled down Lily’s taut stomach to the elastic line of her dark purple boy shorts. Almost immediately, she wondered if she should have said anything. Saying something meant the peep show was over. Saying something meant Lily would freak out and cover herself up. And Robin was really starting to believe she didn’t want that. She wanted this moment to last. She wanted to get in touch with this new woman-loving side of herself that Lily was unknowingly sparking inside her.
Lily’s eyes widened and she gasped as a brief burst of cold air from the air conditioner hit her nipples, making them instantly perky. She tilted her chin, glancing down at her exposed state. “Oh my God, my dress!”
A flash of disappointment crossed her face as she bent over to retrieve the crumpled satin, scooping it into her arms like a mother holding her new infant. Then, she glanced at Robin, noticing a weird gleam in her friend’s eyes that she had never seen before. It was the same kind of look that Marshall gave her every so often when she subtly showed off flesh and then caught him staring at her. Although it wasn’t something she expected to see on her best friend, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride that her body was worthy of being checked out by a hot chick.
Lily draped the dress over Robin’s black leather computer chair and wiggled her hips a little. It couldn’t hurt to have a tiny bit of fun at Robin’s expense. The Canadian brunette was basically setting herself up it for anyways. “I should really call the dress shop, shouldn’t I? See what they can do about bringing in my bust line?”
Robin coughed slightly as she watched Lily’s small, perky breasts jiggle at the mention of the word bust. She wanted to reach out and touch them. She wanted to feel their weight against her hands and see how they curved under the run of her fingertips. She wanted to feel consumed by the fire of Lily’s kisses. She wanted to taste the strawberries and champagne that coated Lily’s skin. She wanted to bury her head between the apex of Lily’s thighs and drown herself in passion and desire. Her head felt like it was going to explode from all the fantasies scurrying through it.
The last thing she wanted to do was think about boyfriends and fiancées. She didn’t want to consider the impact her actions might have. If she wasted time thinking about the obstacles, then her next move didn’t stand a chance.
Lily felt herself being pulled down onto the couch, crashing into Robin’s arms and instantly smelling a warm and musky spice emanating off the long, slender column of Robin’s neck. She wasn’t sure if she should be shocked for suddenly being half-naked and on top of her best friend or if she should be shocked that she wasn’t really bothered by it all.
“Lily,” Robin whispered, grateful that Lily wasn’t trying to claw her way out of the embrace. She had to believe that it meant she stood some sort of chance here. “Tell me yes.”
Lily exhaled sharply, “Robin…I…I’m trying to patch things up with Marshall. I mean, we’re still not exactly at our perfect best yet and I…” She paused, locking eyes with Robin. The want, the need, and the sexual charge in the room were so palpable that she couldn’t bring herself to keep going with the Marshall excuses. Especially when she knew just what it would mean to say yes. She cupped Robin’s cheek and moved in to capture her friend’s lips, sealing the deal with a nonverbal agreement.
Robin sighed with deep contentment as Lily’s mouth molded against hers, gradually becoming more confident with each passing second. Robin had lost count of the number of seconds by the time Lily pushed her tongue forward, passing through the barrier and bumping into her own tongue. Robin took that as a sign to ramp up the action and she slid her hands down Lily’s back, tracing the length of her spine, feeling her friend shiver.
Lily’s legs quivered as Robin’s hands pressed against her hipbone, splaying her fingers over the curve of her ass. Her own hands clutched Robin’s shoulders as a pool of moisture starting to grow between her thighs. It was the same response that happened whenever Marshall kissed her like this. But she wasn’t kissing Marshall. She was kissing Robin and clearly, her brain didn’t see the difference. Damn Classical Conditioning.
A devious grin played on the corners of Robin’s lips as she pulled back from Lily’s mouth and lavished kisses down Lily’s neck. With graceful ease, she guided Lily backwards until she was nestled within the vast array of colorful couch pillows. The pounding in her chest grew louder as she bent forward to capture one of Lily’s rose-colored nipples. Lily whimpered as Robin experimentally flicked and swirled her tongue around it, making it harder, pointier. Making each jolt of pleasure that coursed through her body feel that much stronger.
Fingers got tangled in Robin’s hair, pushing her closer to the salty sweet skin but also guided her to the places that would make her pant and groan as she rode the waves of mounting bliss- nipple, areola, breast, solar plexus, and abdomen.
But there needed to be more than that. There needed to be more than nipples and taut stomach. Those were only the tip of the iceberg and there was so much more that needed to get explored. Robin shook her head, loosening Lily’s grip on her hair. She smiled against Lily’s solar plexus, fingers teasing Lily’s sides and thighs as she moved downwards.
The space on the couch was limited and it didn’t take much for Robin’s knees to fall off the edge and sink to the floor. The hard wood felt cool against her flesh as she hooked her fingers into Lily’s panties, pulling them off with one quick stroke.
“Robin…please…” Lily whimpered, watching the Canadian through hooded eyes as she shifted her legs to spread them wider. Every molecule in her brain was focused on what Robin was about to do and every muscle in her stomach tightened as she waited for what was coming…or, to put it more adequately, who was going to be coming. God, she was so wet right now…
Robin nodded, tongue darting out to taste the sweet succulence of Lily’s juices. It’s the most beautiful and addicting thing she has ever tasted and she can’t wait to have more. Her tongue dipped between the folds of Lily’s labia and she quickly found the source- dripping like a honey comb. She was slippery, warm, and welcoming and it didn’t take much for her tongue to thrust inside the velvet cavern.
Robin thrust her tongue into the slick hole, over and over and over again and as Lily panted and thrashed on the small couch, she could feel a deep sense of accomplishment. Not that it came as much of a surprise. She was Scherbatsky and there was absolutely nothing in the world she couldn’t be awesome at.
Lily moaned deeply, thigh muscles clenching, threatening to lock themselves around Robin’s head if the woman gave the slightest indication she was going to stop before the good part happened. She needed Robin to keep going, to keep pushing her closer to that momentous moment when vividly, bright fireworks would explode in front of her eyes.
But then she felt Robin pull away. Not enough to bring an end to the fun but enough to make this moment stretch to further limits. Warm, wet lips pressed against each thigh and she looked down to see Robin’s eyes glittering with wicked glee. Lily opened her mouth to speak, to say something, to get Robin to go back to what she was doing but there was no way in hell Robin would have listened. Not with the way her lips were trailing kisses over the ridge where her thigh met her hip or the way she traveled across the taut planes of Lily’s stomach just to make it to the other leg.
As Robin continued her circle, constantly skirting over lips and clit, Lily could feel the pressure building inside her like a coil. Robin wasn’t even tonguing her like before and it still wouldn’t take much more than what was already going on to send her tumbling over the edge. She inhaled deeply, breathing in the musky scent of pure sex and arousal. It was a mixture of familiar and unfamiliar, of tenderness and lust, of perfect and primal. As she exhaled, she felt Robin’s tongue return to swirl around her clit making little figure eights over the immensely sensitive pearl. An intense rush of heat slammed through Lily’s body and her hips arced off the bed as a scream left her lips and a powerful orgasm left her body.
It. Literally. Was. The. Most. Amazing. Thing. Ever.
As Lily’s juices coated her lips and chin, Robin didn’t feel the panic set in. In fact, she didn’t want this to come to an end. She wanted to hold onto it forever but she knew she couldn’t. No matter how much they both wanted it, this fling was going to slip through their fingers like a butterfly finding its wings.
But no matter what reality had in store for them, she could believe that this experience made them stronger, made them more connected.
Telepathy with Lily was so gonna rock now.
FIN