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snoggedw00t! My first fic since finishing my summer grad class :)
Title: Out of Boundaries
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 751
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sexual situations, public spaces, romance, some adult language
Spoilers: 1996 – 2020
Summary: A five drabble series in which Marshall and Lily get it on a lot.
Beta: the magical![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roland44
A/N: Dedicated to my darlingsecondmezzanine who controls me like a puppet on a string. And I like it that way ;)
Wesleyan University, Ohio - 1996
“We’ve got spirit,” Lily pants, her tiny body bouncing up and down in Marshall’s lap, her fingers clutching around the bright red fabric of their official Wesleyan Bishops blanket in a weak effort to hide their delicious sin.
The deafening roar of the crowd echoes in her ears as Marshall’s thick erection brushes over her sweet spot, shooting electric tingles up her spine. A gasp leaves her lips when his fingers crawl up her skin, sliding under her sweatshirt to tug at her nipples.
“We’ve got spirit…” Lily moans again, bleachers creaking as she presses down hard, eyes rolling back into her skull.
“Yes we do,” Marshall whispers, nipping at her ear, as their orgasms rock them clear out of this world.
The Fiero – 2000
His fingers grip the hard leather steering wheel and his body coiled like a tight spring. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t focus on the road or the glowing lights that splattered over the free way like the splashes of paint on Lily’s canvas.
Fuck! Lily…Lily’s mouth…Lily’s talented tongue….Lily’s tortuous tongue teasing the pulsing veins of his cock, swiping over the engorged head, and humming…Ice, Ice Baby?
The car accelerates, picking up speed as the freeway bumps against their tires. A semi truck driver honks his horn and Marshall groans, feeling his balls draw up at the mere thought of someone peeking in on them.
Lily greedily swallows the thick stripes of come when they hit the back of her throat, but her moans are swallowed by the roar of the police sirens behind them.
Shit. Shit. Fuck.
The Roof – 2005
The diamond band sparkles on her pale fingers as his fingers thread between hers. His dick twitches and trembles as the movement brings him closer to the curve of her naked ass, her skirt already bunched around her waist.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties.” He nips at her ear, guiding himself between her legs. She’s wet like a Slip and Slide and it’s all for him. “Like your begging for someone to catch you being a naughty minx.”
Lily whimpers, thighs clenching as he pushes his way inside her, eyes watching the bustling New York crowd on the side walk beneath them. “Looks like you caught me.”
Van Smoot House – 2007
The porcelain edge of the bathroom sink digs into her legs as her fingers work the zipper of his suit pants, metal teeth merrily clicking open as her need for him grows, consuming her, driving her. She’s riding the high of their nuptials, the sealing of their bond, and she can see in his eyes that he’s feeling the same way.
As his cock springs free, Marshall drops to his knees, heedless of his own desires to just fuck her into the wall. He gathers the designer fabric of Lily’s dress and ducks his head into the cave of satin and lace. “Baby, we totally need to make a wedding fort and bring our flashlights.”
He can feel her smile radiating down to her core and his tongue playfully flicks against her thigh, leaving a damp trail as he moves up to her dripping sex. He stiffens his tongue and plunges inside her, instantly transforming from boyish innocence to sex animal.
And in less than three minutes, she’s screaming his name so loud that it brings the immediate sound of footsteps running down the hallway.
And frankly, he could care less if they get caught. It’s their wedding day.
Wesleyan College – 2020
The broom closet is tight, confining, and smells a bit like bleach but it really just serves to make their pulses race a little faster, their bodies a little slicker. Even after all these years, Lily stills craves taking it hard and fast, still craves the guilty thrill of feeling Marshall’s cock pulse inside her as the sounds of milling alumni charge her ears.
Her leg wraps around his waist and he can feel her heat fluttering against his chest. He thrusts forward, fitting them together in quick motion. She’s hot for him, her body liquid heat gripping him and pulling him deeper. And her eyes are shimmering with the same youthful exuberance and lust he fell in love with all those years ago.
They drain each other of orgasm, leaving them blissed out and sated, ever mindful of the chance that someone could just open the door and spot them locked in their delicious embrace.
Because theirs is a love that knows no boundaries.
Title: Out of Boundaries
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 751
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sexual situations, public spaces, romance, some adult language
Spoilers: 1996 – 2020
Summary: A five drabble series in which Marshall and Lily get it on a lot.
Beta: the magical
roland44 A/N: Dedicated to my darling
secondmezzanine who controls me like a puppet on a string. And I like it that way ;)Wesleyan University, Ohio - 1996
“We’ve got spirit,” Lily pants, her tiny body bouncing up and down in Marshall’s lap, her fingers clutching around the bright red fabric of their official Wesleyan Bishops blanket in a weak effort to hide their delicious sin.
The deafening roar of the crowd echoes in her ears as Marshall’s thick erection brushes over her sweet spot, shooting electric tingles up her spine. A gasp leaves her lips when his fingers crawl up her skin, sliding under her sweatshirt to tug at her nipples.
“We’ve got spirit…” Lily moans again, bleachers creaking as she presses down hard, eyes rolling back into her skull.
“Yes we do,” Marshall whispers, nipping at her ear, as their orgasms rock them clear out of this world.
The Fiero – 2000
His fingers grip the hard leather steering wheel and his body coiled like a tight spring. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t focus on the road or the glowing lights that splattered over the free way like the splashes of paint on Lily’s canvas.
Fuck! Lily…Lily’s mouth…Lily’s talented tongue….Lily’s tortuous tongue teasing the pulsing veins of his cock, swiping over the engorged head, and humming…Ice, Ice Baby?
The car accelerates, picking up speed as the freeway bumps against their tires. A semi truck driver honks his horn and Marshall groans, feeling his balls draw up at the mere thought of someone peeking in on them.
Lily greedily swallows the thick stripes of come when they hit the back of her throat, but her moans are swallowed by the roar of the police sirens behind them.
Shit. Shit. Fuck.
The Roof – 2005
The diamond band sparkles on her pale fingers as his fingers thread between hers. His dick twitches and trembles as the movement brings him closer to the curve of her naked ass, her skirt already bunched around her waist.
“I love it when you don’t wear panties.” He nips at her ear, guiding himself between her legs. She’s wet like a Slip and Slide and it’s all for him. “Like your begging for someone to catch you being a naughty minx.”
Lily whimpers, thighs clenching as he pushes his way inside her, eyes watching the bustling New York crowd on the side walk beneath them. “Looks like you caught me.”
Van Smoot House – 2007
The porcelain edge of the bathroom sink digs into her legs as her fingers work the zipper of his suit pants, metal teeth merrily clicking open as her need for him grows, consuming her, driving her. She’s riding the high of their nuptials, the sealing of their bond, and she can see in his eyes that he’s feeling the same way.
As his cock springs free, Marshall drops to his knees, heedless of his own desires to just fuck her into the wall. He gathers the designer fabric of Lily’s dress and ducks his head into the cave of satin and lace. “Baby, we totally need to make a wedding fort and bring our flashlights.”
He can feel her smile radiating down to her core and his tongue playfully flicks against her thigh, leaving a damp trail as he moves up to her dripping sex. He stiffens his tongue and plunges inside her, instantly transforming from boyish innocence to sex animal.
And in less than three minutes, she’s screaming his name so loud that it brings the immediate sound of footsteps running down the hallway.
And frankly, he could care less if they get caught. It’s their wedding day.
Wesleyan College – 2020
The broom closet is tight, confining, and smells a bit like bleach but it really just serves to make their pulses race a little faster, their bodies a little slicker. Even after all these years, Lily stills craves taking it hard and fast, still craves the guilty thrill of feeling Marshall’s cock pulse inside her as the sounds of milling alumni charge her ears.
Her leg wraps around his waist and he can feel her heat fluttering against his chest. He thrusts forward, fitting them together in quick motion. She’s hot for him, her body liquid heat gripping him and pulling him deeper. And her eyes are shimmering with the same youthful exuberance and lust he fell in love with all those years ago.
They drain each other of orgasm, leaving them blissed out and sated, ever mindful of the chance that someone could just open the door and spot them locked in their delicious embrace.
Because theirs is a love that knows no boundaries.
