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snoggedTitle: Angel Nectar or Devil’s Brew
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own the cast of How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 593
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; explicit sexual situations, humor, fluff
Setting: set after 5.05 – “Dual Citizenship”
Summary: Lily likes the Tantrum….
Beta: None. All mistakes are mine.
Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
otempora42 and secondmezzanine, who are both feeling under the weather today
Tantrum was the devil’s brew, sent up from the deepest pits of hell to wreak havoc on the human body and send the senses into hyper-drive. Just one swallow was enough to drive the drinker to madness, to send them careening past the point of no return.
It was a beverage that channeled sin and darkness, but more importantly, it was a beverage that made Lily Aldrin intensely horny. It was a horny that needed to be quenched, needed to be sated. It was a horny that raged inside her like a disease, a horny that could not be left untreated.
Lucky for her, the cure was sprawled across the sofa, drinking Tantrum, nibbling on beef jerky, and basking in a post-road trip glow.
“Baby, is that ball of lead still in your stomach?”
Marshall smiled, lazy and satisfied. “Nope, that passed through the old colon about an hour ago.”
So it wasn’t the most welcome invitation for sex that he’d ever given her, but it would suffice. Nothing was gonna stop mama from getting her sugar tonight. “Good. Now, take off your pants.”
“I’ll wriggle out of them so fast, it’ll make your head spin,” Marshall promised, still feeling guilty for leaving her behind when they went to get pizza in the Windy City. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite make her head spin, which was probably okay when he thought about it, because booking an exorcism wasn’t a cheap endeavor.
Lily smiled, removing her own pants before straddling his lap. Her heart was still pounding furiously from the caffeine in her veins. Between the soft cotton of his boxers and the ridge of his cock pressing against the apex of her thighs, she could feel the wetness growing between her thighs. She wanted to be stuffed and mounted, wanted to ride him so hard that he popped like a bottle of warm champagne. God, she wanted him to rip her apart the same way he ripped apart the phone book.
Because mmmph…that was hot!
Marshall leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, tasting honey dew melons, and cucumbers, and transferring the taste of teriyaki-flavored beef onto her tongue. She shifted in his lap, rocking her hips against his erection.
Less than twenty seconds later, the rest of their clothes were crumpled into various shapes on the floor. About ten seconds later, Marshall retrieved a condom that he found underneath the coffee table. And five seconds after that, Lily was feeding her body the lust it craved, and Marshall was groaning in pleasure.
As they made love, their bodies melted together until they occupied one singular space, one plane of existence. Their arms and legs folded inside one another as they tried to morph into one gelatinous, couple-y glob of awesome, Tantrum fueling them on.
Lily could feel the pressure building in her belly, could feel the tension in her thighs and internal muscles. Then her world suddenly exploded with one thrust, one stroke of hard, fleshy steel over her clit. And she felt Marshall’s arms wrap around her, holding her tightly until her body settled from the intense fury of her climax.
Once she came back down to Earth, she locked eyes with her husband and realized that maybe Tantrum didn’t come from hell after all. Angels were just as likely to take an excuse to go crazy. Just as likely to require a nectar to keep them going as they did all their good deeds.
She liked that theory much better.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own the cast of How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 593
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; explicit sexual situations, humor, fluff
Setting: set after 5.05 – “Dual Citizenship”
Summary: Lily likes the Tantrum….
Beta: None. All mistakes are mine.
Dedicated to
otempora42 and secondmezzanine, who are both feeling under the weather todayTantrum was the devil’s brew, sent up from the deepest pits of hell to wreak havoc on the human body and send the senses into hyper-drive. Just one swallow was enough to drive the drinker to madness, to send them careening past the point of no return.
It was a beverage that channeled sin and darkness, but more importantly, it was a beverage that made Lily Aldrin intensely horny. It was a horny that needed to be quenched, needed to be sated. It was a horny that raged inside her like a disease, a horny that could not be left untreated.
Lucky for her, the cure was sprawled across the sofa, drinking Tantrum, nibbling on beef jerky, and basking in a post-road trip glow.
“Baby, is that ball of lead still in your stomach?”
Marshall smiled, lazy and satisfied. “Nope, that passed through the old colon about an hour ago.”
So it wasn’t the most welcome invitation for sex that he’d ever given her, but it would suffice. Nothing was gonna stop mama from getting her sugar tonight. “Good. Now, take off your pants.”
“I’ll wriggle out of them so fast, it’ll make your head spin,” Marshall promised, still feeling guilty for leaving her behind when they went to get pizza in the Windy City. Unfortunately, it didn’t quite make her head spin, which was probably okay when he thought about it, because booking an exorcism wasn’t a cheap endeavor.
Lily smiled, removing her own pants before straddling his lap. Her heart was still pounding furiously from the caffeine in her veins. Between the soft cotton of his boxers and the ridge of his cock pressing against the apex of her thighs, she could feel the wetness growing between her thighs. She wanted to be stuffed and mounted, wanted to ride him so hard that he popped like a bottle of warm champagne. God, she wanted him to rip her apart the same way he ripped apart the phone book.
Because mmmph…that was hot!
Marshall leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, tasting honey dew melons, and cucumbers, and transferring the taste of teriyaki-flavored beef onto her tongue. She shifted in his lap, rocking her hips against his erection.
Less than twenty seconds later, the rest of their clothes were crumpled into various shapes on the floor. About ten seconds later, Marshall retrieved a condom that he found underneath the coffee table. And five seconds after that, Lily was feeding her body the lust it craved, and Marshall was groaning in pleasure.
As they made love, their bodies melted together until they occupied one singular space, one plane of existence. Their arms and legs folded inside one another as they tried to morph into one gelatinous, couple-y glob of awesome, Tantrum fueling them on.
Lily could feel the pressure building in her belly, could feel the tension in her thighs and internal muscles. Then her world suddenly exploded with one thrust, one stroke of hard, fleshy steel over her clit. And she felt Marshall’s arms wrap around her, holding her tightly until her body settled from the intense fury of her climax.
Once she came back down to Earth, she locked eyes with her husband and realized that maybe Tantrum didn’t come from hell after all. Angels were just as likely to take an excuse to go crazy. Just as likely to require a nectar to keep them going as they did all their good deeds.
She liked that theory much better.
