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snoggedTitle: You Know, It’s Magic (BtVS/HIMYM Crossover) (Sequel to Full of Surprises )
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Kennedy
Word Count: 2279
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity, slight daddy!kink, and adult language. Set Post-“Chosen” in the Buffy!Verse.
Summary: Willow returns to New York after her trip to Madrid.
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Dedicated with love tojerseystrife, aaronlisa, sionnach_ayame, angelspike69, idioticonion, rua1412, rockstarpeach, kallie_kat, frogfarm, seularen, tjammy, spirillen, zoesmith, and toobusy2write.
“Fuck,” Willow muttered, tossing her suitcase onto one of the many benches in the New York Airport and unceremoniously dropping into the seat. Swearing wasn’t normally part of her vocabulary but after what happened in Madrid, she couldn’t contain the words that so adequately covered her mood. “Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.”
“Airport bathroom. The one right next to the Starbucks counter. In say, 30 seconds?”
The slightly crude yet seductive male voice broke through her thoughts and she looked up to find the bright, sparkling blue eyes of one Barney Stinson.
“Barney?” Willow asked. “What are you—“
“I just flew in from an international business meet…” Barney paused, remembering that his standard repertoire was not what had gotten him to bed with this super-hot lesbian a mere two weeks earlier. Besides, after their last encounter, Willow struck him as the sort of classy girl who would roll her eyes in disgust at the thought of using an airport as a place to pick-up chicks. He also didn’t want to admit that he had called ahead to find out when her flight was coming in because of how lame it sounded.
“Well, I just flew in from the worst two weeks of my life,” Willow replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. She knew she couldn’t tell Barney the real story. Couldn’t tell him that the wizard Giles had sent her to had been completely evil and when he brought Kennedy back, he tried feeding her to a scaly demon. Even though, Buffy had managed saved the day, Kennedy was missing bits and pieces and she was refusing to talk to Willow.
Barney plopped down in the seat beside her and his fingers brushed against her outer thigh, tracing along the curve that had been so familiar to him for a one night engagement. He could still see the stains on her cheeks from the tears she had shed probably less than an hour before he got there. “How ‘bout you tell Uncle Barney what’s going on?”
Willow narrowed her eyes, “Uncle Barney? After what we did the last time we met, that seems a little creepy.”
Barney smirked, a sense of degenerate pride glowing within him. “Would you rather call me Daddy?”
Willow winced, feeling overwhelmingly flustered. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d talked to her father. Ira had never been one of those dads who enjoyed being readily available. “I’ve got enough daddy issues, thank you very much. Don’t need to go making that kinky.”
Barney marked a check on his mental score card, noting that Willow’s hotness level just skyrocketed at least three points.
“Fine, Red, you don’t have to tell me and you don’t have to call me daddy either, unless you want too.” He brushed his lips against her ear and Willow felt a shiver travel down her spine to her core. “I’d love it if you crawled into my lap and told me what it was like getting eaten out by Betsy, the head cheerleader, underneath the bleachers. That would make me a very happy daddy, baby girl, and don’t you wanna make daddy happy?”
Willow whimpered. She kinda hated the power he held over her when he weaved his web of manipulation and filth. It made her want to jump him right there the in middle of the airport and made her feel like Kennedy was nothing more than a fleeting memory. “Please…please...stop.”
Barney pulled his lips away from her ear but the hand on her thigh still drifted between her knee cap and the apex of her thighs. He knew the touch would remind her of his ulterior motives, and he liked the way her bottom lip quivered whenever his fingers moved higher. “You know what; I bet I know something that could cheer you up.”
“Let me guess…a night of hot sex so I can forget about my wretched girl problems?” Willow quipped, letting herself slip into some sense of comfort and allowing a playful smile to twitch at the corners of her lips.
Barney feigned a look of innocence. “I am shocked that you would have such low expectations as to think a night of sex with me would just be hot. My nights of sex are legendary, awesome, lecherous, and depraved. My nights are fine tuned to make you forget you ever believed in that silly thing called monogamy. Don’t forget that you’ve been given ringside seats, baby.”
Willow’s green eyes twinkled and a giggle escaped from her mouth. After all the daddy!kink talk, it was good to go back to the tone of conversation she remembered having with him when they first met. It was playful and flirtatious and made her feel like she had some control. It also reminded her why she was sitting in an airport terminal in New York instead of trying to win Kennedy back. “It’s good to know that some things in New York are forever left unchanged.”
Barney shrugged; she really wasn’t far off in her observation and she was certainly picking up on it faster than most people did. He planned to stay fully loaded and awesome, even when the morticians were doing his make-up for last call.
“But besides the sex, which will be happening later b-t-dub…I was thinking more along the lines of magic.” His eyes widened and he stretched his fingers, moving them in an exaggerated circle as if he was creating sparkles.
Willow arched an eyebrow, feeling like she needed to be careful with her words. It was really too soon to be confessing her dark, witchy secret to this guy no matter how good the sex had been. “Like what kind of magic?”
A wide grin split his face and he wiggled his fingers. “Prepare yourself for the daring feats of magic performed by The Legendary Barnabus.” Willow watched his hands and her breath hitched in her throat when a sudden stream of sparks flew upwards from his skin. It was clearly a parlor trick but it was impressive, nonetheless.
“Definitely amazing,” Willow replied, feeling her own magic tingle inside of her. It couldn’t hurt to show him just one little thing. And she’d love the chance to blow his mind. And she was so much more in control of it than she had ever been. With her current aptitude level, performing one little spell wouldn’t destroy the world unless Barney died during the process or was responsible for killing her girlfriend or something. But she didn’t want to think about that, she wanted to get out this damn airport. “You wanna go somewhere a bit more…”
“MacLarens?” Barney offered, thinking he wouldn’t mind knocking back a nice, smooth glass of single-malt scotch and of course, showing off his hot new fling to the boring foursome. Lily was totally going to flip at the thought of her having a doppelganger. Then again, Marshall would probably want to steal Willow away for a narcissistic threesome or something. Not that Barney could fault anyone for thinking that but if some freaky shit like that was going to happen, it should be his birthright and no one else’s.
“Private,” Willow finished. She couldn’t ignore the sort of proud feeling she felt that her mind was fleeing to the dark and dirty places faster than his was. “I’ve got a magic trick of my own.”
“Another surprise, Red? I knew you were full of them. Does that mean I get to hear about your dirty adventures into het land too?” Barney smiled, pleased by the fact that he had guaranteed booty this evening. And that always outranked Ted and the Lame Gang.
Willow tilted her head and shrugged. “We’ll see.”
* * * *
Barney sat down on the black leather couch, mesmerized by the sparkling streams of colored light drifting off Willow’s fingertips. He had to admit that her knack for magic was a hell of a lot better than his and he would wager a guess that she had learned from some truly advanced magician.
Willow smiled softly and waved her hands, making the traces of magic disappear. “Did you like the show?”
“Definitely awesome,” Barney mused. “But how ‘bout we take this to the bedroom and see what kind of magic we can conjure in there?”
Willow knew exactly what kind of magic could happen in the bedroom. There was nothing quite like getting an orgasm when you were floating three feet off the bed. There was also nothing quite like the crackles of electricity as the elements worked in connection to your state of primal bliss. And she could only imagine the kind of magic she could make with Barney.
“We can do that…we can definitely do that,” Willow replied. “Or we could just…” Her eyes drifted to the smooth black marble of his kitchen counter top. It looked like it was just the right height and she could only imagine how fucking hot that could be.
Barney’s gaze followed hers and he smirked. “The magical lesbian got bit by the Barney bug bad. You’ve got a mad craving for what I’ve got to give. I’m like the chocolate bar that never goes bad and you can lick it forever.”
Willow blushed, “You know, I wasn’t always a lesbian.”
Barney’s fist shot up in the air, “I knew it! I knew there’d been more than plastic cock shoved up that pussy!”
“You’re just filled to the brim with the romance,” Willow said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. With that kind of reaction, there was no way she was going to tell him more and she guessed he’d even given her props for having sex with a guitarist. “I have to wonder how all those women can stand your wonderful knack for sweetness.”
Barney shrugged. “I don’t get laid ‘cause I’m a sweet boy, Red. The booty flocks to Barney because I know what girls want.”
“And what do I want, Barney?” Willow asked, slowly backing up towards the counter. Her fingers delicately worked at the buttons on her dress, teasing him with hints of flesh.
Barney jumped up from the couch and followed suit, stripping himself of the confining cloth and wiggling his hips in a seductive dance as he closed the distance between them. “Me,” he whispered, capturing her mouth in a possessive, heated kiss.
Willow could feel her brain melting into a pile of lusting ooze as his tongue passed her lips, marking out the familiar territory. His hands slid up her thighs and snaked around to cup her ass. He lifted her onto the counter and Willow moaned as the cool texture rubbed against her skin.
Barney’s mouth drifted from her lips to the sensitive skin of her jaw and then to the slender column of her neck. Her flesh molded against his mouth as blunt teeth nipped against her throat and she could feel his cock pulsing against her thigh, waiting for their connection to be fully realized. She ached for him, ached for him to be inside her, ached for the magic the Goddess had blessed him with.
“Barney,” Willow whimpered, hoping he would hear the craving in her voice, hoping he would give her what she wanted.
Barney nuzzled his nose against her collarbone before capturing one of her rose-colored nipples in his mouth, gently scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh and flicking his tongue against the tip until it stiffened. Then, he moved onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Willow arched her back and a soft, purring sound escaped from her lips as her fingers threaded themselves into his curly, blond hair.
Barney slipped his fingers past her velvety folds and was pleased to find how wet she was for him. He brushed his thumb over her clit before moving his fingers up to his mouth, tasting Willow’s sweet juices on his lips. No matter how many girls he took to bed, that was always his favorite part. He loved the way a woman’s scent clung to his skin, loved the way it tasted in his mouth. They all tasted different. And Willow reminded him of blackberries and vermouth. It was intoxicating. Unfortunately, the taste of a woman was one of the few things he liked that the video cameras in his apartment couldn’t capture.
He lined up his cock at her entrance and pushed inside, finding comfort in the familiar sheath of silk. He rolled onto the balls of his feet and started thrusting. Willow gasped and grunted as he drilled into her and her muscles clenched around him as he hit all the right places.
“Baby girl likes that, doesn’t she?” Barney breathed, his tone raspy and filled with lust. He could feel his own orgasm nearing, could feel his balls drawing tighter against his body.
He pushed inside of her with one hard stroke and he grunted as it pushed him over the edge, his hips stuttering and snapping as he pumped his spunk inside of her. Willow rocked her hips and threw her head back. She could almost feel her eyes roll back in her skull as her orgasm rocked through her with the force of a hurricane and a primal scream escaped her lips from the intense pleasure.
She collapsed against the counter, letting her red hair pool around her flushed cheeks. Barney smirked; there was no argument that she made a stunning centerpiece for any table. Especially coated in chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
There was at least six hours left on her sex visa…and he was pretty sure he had made a point to stock up before the visit.
It was gonna be magical.
THE END.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. Joss Whedon and co. own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Kennedy
Word Count: 2279
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity, slight daddy!kink, and adult language. Set Post-“Chosen” in the Buffy!Verse.
Summary: Willow returns to New York after her trip to Madrid.
Beta:
rockstarpeach and kallie_katDedicated with love to
jerseystrife, aaronlisa, sionnach_ayame, angelspike69, idioticonion, rua1412, rockstarpeach, kallie_kat, frogfarm, seularen, tjammy, spirillen, zoesmith, and toobusy2write. “Fuck,” Willow muttered, tossing her suitcase onto one of the many benches in the New York Airport and unceremoniously dropping into the seat. Swearing wasn’t normally part of her vocabulary but after what happened in Madrid, she couldn’t contain the words that so adequately covered her mood. “Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.”
“Airport bathroom. The one right next to the Starbucks counter. In say, 30 seconds?”
The slightly crude yet seductive male voice broke through her thoughts and she looked up to find the bright, sparkling blue eyes of one Barney Stinson.
“Barney?” Willow asked. “What are you—“
“I just flew in from an international business meet…” Barney paused, remembering that his standard repertoire was not what had gotten him to bed with this super-hot lesbian a mere two weeks earlier. Besides, after their last encounter, Willow struck him as the sort of classy girl who would roll her eyes in disgust at the thought of using an airport as a place to pick-up chicks. He also didn’t want to admit that he had called ahead to find out when her flight was coming in because of how lame it sounded.
“Well, I just flew in from the worst two weeks of my life,” Willow replied, a hint of sadness in her voice. She knew she couldn’t tell Barney the real story. Couldn’t tell him that the wizard Giles had sent her to had been completely evil and when he brought Kennedy back, he tried feeding her to a scaly demon. Even though, Buffy had managed saved the day, Kennedy was missing bits and pieces and she was refusing to talk to Willow.
Barney plopped down in the seat beside her and his fingers brushed against her outer thigh, tracing along the curve that had been so familiar to him for a one night engagement. He could still see the stains on her cheeks from the tears she had shed probably less than an hour before he got there. “How ‘bout you tell Uncle Barney what’s going on?”
Willow narrowed her eyes, “Uncle Barney? After what we did the last time we met, that seems a little creepy.”
Barney smirked, a sense of degenerate pride glowing within him. “Would you rather call me Daddy?”
Willow winced, feeling overwhelmingly flustered. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d talked to her father. Ira had never been one of those dads who enjoyed being readily available. “I’ve got enough daddy issues, thank you very much. Don’t need to go making that kinky.”
Barney marked a check on his mental score card, noting that Willow’s hotness level just skyrocketed at least three points.
“Fine, Red, you don’t have to tell me and you don’t have to call me daddy either, unless you want too.” He brushed his lips against her ear and Willow felt a shiver travel down her spine to her core. “I’d love it if you crawled into my lap and told me what it was like getting eaten out by Betsy, the head cheerleader, underneath the bleachers. That would make me a very happy daddy, baby girl, and don’t you wanna make daddy happy?”
Willow whimpered. She kinda hated the power he held over her when he weaved his web of manipulation and filth. It made her want to jump him right there the in middle of the airport and made her feel like Kennedy was nothing more than a fleeting memory. “Please…please...stop.”
Barney pulled his lips away from her ear but the hand on her thigh still drifted between her knee cap and the apex of her thighs. He knew the touch would remind her of his ulterior motives, and he liked the way her bottom lip quivered whenever his fingers moved higher. “You know what; I bet I know something that could cheer you up.”
“Let me guess…a night of hot sex so I can forget about my wretched girl problems?” Willow quipped, letting herself slip into some sense of comfort and allowing a playful smile to twitch at the corners of her lips.
Barney feigned a look of innocence. “I am shocked that you would have such low expectations as to think a night of sex with me would just be hot. My nights of sex are legendary, awesome, lecherous, and depraved. My nights are fine tuned to make you forget you ever believed in that silly thing called monogamy. Don’t forget that you’ve been given ringside seats, baby.”
Willow’s green eyes twinkled and a giggle escaped from her mouth. After all the daddy!kink talk, it was good to go back to the tone of conversation she remembered having with him when they first met. It was playful and flirtatious and made her feel like she had some control. It also reminded her why she was sitting in an airport terminal in New York instead of trying to win Kennedy back. “It’s good to know that some things in New York are forever left unchanged.”
Barney shrugged; she really wasn’t far off in her observation and she was certainly picking up on it faster than most people did. He planned to stay fully loaded and awesome, even when the morticians were doing his make-up for last call.
“But besides the sex, which will be happening later b-t-dub…I was thinking more along the lines of magic.” His eyes widened and he stretched his fingers, moving them in an exaggerated circle as if he was creating sparkles.
Willow arched an eyebrow, feeling like she needed to be careful with her words. It was really too soon to be confessing her dark, witchy secret to this guy no matter how good the sex had been. “Like what kind of magic?”
A wide grin split his face and he wiggled his fingers. “Prepare yourself for the daring feats of magic performed by The Legendary Barnabus.” Willow watched his hands and her breath hitched in her throat when a sudden stream of sparks flew upwards from his skin. It was clearly a parlor trick but it was impressive, nonetheless.
“Definitely amazing,” Willow replied, feeling her own magic tingle inside of her. It couldn’t hurt to show him just one little thing. And she’d love the chance to blow his mind. And she was so much more in control of it than she had ever been. With her current aptitude level, performing one little spell wouldn’t destroy the world unless Barney died during the process or was responsible for killing her girlfriend or something. But she didn’t want to think about that, she wanted to get out this damn airport. “You wanna go somewhere a bit more…”
“MacLarens?” Barney offered, thinking he wouldn’t mind knocking back a nice, smooth glass of single-malt scotch and of course, showing off his hot new fling to the boring foursome. Lily was totally going to flip at the thought of her having a doppelganger. Then again, Marshall would probably want to steal Willow away for a narcissistic threesome or something. Not that Barney could fault anyone for thinking that but if some freaky shit like that was going to happen, it should be his birthright and no one else’s.
“Private,” Willow finished. She couldn’t ignore the sort of proud feeling she felt that her mind was fleeing to the dark and dirty places faster than his was. “I’ve got a magic trick of my own.”
“Another surprise, Red? I knew you were full of them. Does that mean I get to hear about your dirty adventures into het land too?” Barney smiled, pleased by the fact that he had guaranteed booty this evening. And that always outranked Ted and the Lame Gang.
Willow tilted her head and shrugged. “We’ll see.”
* * * *
Barney sat down on the black leather couch, mesmerized by the sparkling streams of colored light drifting off Willow’s fingertips. He had to admit that her knack for magic was a hell of a lot better than his and he would wager a guess that she had learned from some truly advanced magician.
Willow smiled softly and waved her hands, making the traces of magic disappear. “Did you like the show?”
“Definitely awesome,” Barney mused. “But how ‘bout we take this to the bedroom and see what kind of magic we can conjure in there?”
Willow knew exactly what kind of magic could happen in the bedroom. There was nothing quite like getting an orgasm when you were floating three feet off the bed. There was also nothing quite like the crackles of electricity as the elements worked in connection to your state of primal bliss. And she could only imagine the kind of magic she could make with Barney.
“We can do that…we can definitely do that,” Willow replied. “Or we could just…” Her eyes drifted to the smooth black marble of his kitchen counter top. It looked like it was just the right height and she could only imagine how fucking hot that could be.
Barney’s gaze followed hers and he smirked. “The magical lesbian got bit by the Barney bug bad. You’ve got a mad craving for what I’ve got to give. I’m like the chocolate bar that never goes bad and you can lick it forever.”
Willow blushed, “You know, I wasn’t always a lesbian.”
Barney’s fist shot up in the air, “I knew it! I knew there’d been more than plastic cock shoved up that pussy!”
“You’re just filled to the brim with the romance,” Willow said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. With that kind of reaction, there was no way she was going to tell him more and she guessed he’d even given her props for having sex with a guitarist. “I have to wonder how all those women can stand your wonderful knack for sweetness.”
Barney shrugged. “I don’t get laid ‘cause I’m a sweet boy, Red. The booty flocks to Barney because I know what girls want.”
“And what do I want, Barney?” Willow asked, slowly backing up towards the counter. Her fingers delicately worked at the buttons on her dress, teasing him with hints of flesh.
Barney jumped up from the couch and followed suit, stripping himself of the confining cloth and wiggling his hips in a seductive dance as he closed the distance between them. “Me,” he whispered, capturing her mouth in a possessive, heated kiss.
Willow could feel her brain melting into a pile of lusting ooze as his tongue passed her lips, marking out the familiar territory. His hands slid up her thighs and snaked around to cup her ass. He lifted her onto the counter and Willow moaned as the cool texture rubbed against her skin.
Barney’s mouth drifted from her lips to the sensitive skin of her jaw and then to the slender column of her neck. Her flesh molded against his mouth as blunt teeth nipped against her throat and she could feel his cock pulsing against her thigh, waiting for their connection to be fully realized. She ached for him, ached for him to be inside her, ached for the magic the Goddess had blessed him with.
“Barney,” Willow whimpered, hoping he would hear the craving in her voice, hoping he would give her what she wanted.
Barney nuzzled his nose against her collarbone before capturing one of her rose-colored nipples in his mouth, gently scraping his teeth across the sensitive flesh and flicking his tongue against the tip until it stiffened. Then, he moved onto the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Willow arched her back and a soft, purring sound escaped from her lips as her fingers threaded themselves into his curly, blond hair.
Barney slipped his fingers past her velvety folds and was pleased to find how wet she was for him. He brushed his thumb over her clit before moving his fingers up to his mouth, tasting Willow’s sweet juices on his lips. No matter how many girls he took to bed, that was always his favorite part. He loved the way a woman’s scent clung to his skin, loved the way it tasted in his mouth. They all tasted different. And Willow reminded him of blackberries and vermouth. It was intoxicating. Unfortunately, the taste of a woman was one of the few things he liked that the video cameras in his apartment couldn’t capture.
He lined up his cock at her entrance and pushed inside, finding comfort in the familiar sheath of silk. He rolled onto the balls of his feet and started thrusting. Willow gasped and grunted as he drilled into her and her muscles clenched around him as he hit all the right places.
“Baby girl likes that, doesn’t she?” Barney breathed, his tone raspy and filled with lust. He could feel his own orgasm nearing, could feel his balls drawing tighter against his body.
He pushed inside of her with one hard stroke and he grunted as it pushed him over the edge, his hips stuttering and snapping as he pumped his spunk inside of her. Willow rocked her hips and threw her head back. She could almost feel her eyes roll back in her skull as her orgasm rocked through her with the force of a hurricane and a primal scream escaped her lips from the intense pleasure.
She collapsed against the counter, letting her red hair pool around her flushed cheeks. Barney smirked; there was no argument that she made a stunning centerpiece for any table. Especially coated in chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
There was at least six hours left on her sex visa…and he was pretty sure he had made a point to stock up before the visit.
It was gonna be magical.
THE END.
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on 2009-01-23 06:05 am (UTC)Totally hot chapter. I like the comparison of Willow's magic to Barney, and how Barney believes it to be magician tricks. :)
The sex? Nice and descriptive, and naughty in all the right places. I could picture the entire scene playing out in my mind. It was fantastic.
This is definitely a good work around of the not wanting to break up the Marshall/Lily couple. :)
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on 2009-01-23 03:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the way I worked in Willow's magic and how Barney reacted to it.
And I'm so glad you liked my sex :) It's always fun to write kitchen counter!sex because that's just damn hot.
And I agree with you. Although I'm starting to have less of a problem splitting up Marshall/Lily in fanfic
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on 2009-01-23 11:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 03:10 pm (UTC)And I kept wanting to throw the real Lily in there a few times but my brain wouldn't let me write her.
So only time will tell if I write more in this 'verse.
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on 2009-01-23 11:22 am (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 11:27 am (UTC)Hehe. Harold and Kumar reference? High five!
Bthedub, you are really taunting me! I want Willow to do magic and really blow his mind. Come on! More! More!
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on 2009-01-23 03:09 pm (UTC)I've got lots of other ideas floating around that my muse wants to try out first
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on 2009-01-23 03:57 pm (UTC)YUM! This was so very hot! I loved it! I also really just loved this: “Uncle Barney? After what we did the last time we met, that seems a little creepy.”
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on 2009-01-23 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, hun :)
I'm fond of that line too
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on 2009-01-23 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-01-23 07:44 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you liked it :) I've been on a daddy!kink run lately so I just had to throw that in there
*hugs*
We'll see
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on 2009-01-26 07:00 pm (UTC)<Barney feigned a look of innocence. “I am shocked that you would have such low expectations as to think a night of sex with me would just be hot. My nights of sex are legendary, awesome, lecherous, and depraved. Hehehe, like I said... <Barney’s fist shot up in the air, “I knew it! I knew there’d been more that plastic cock shoved up that pussy!” *splutters* - outrageous, only Barney could get away with this (but you so know he could) Do you mind if I send you a friend request?
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on 2009-01-26 07:34 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you think I pulled off Barney in a relationship without being defanged
Those were some of my favorite lines as well
And I will happily accept a friends request :)
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on 2009-01-27 05:24 am (UTC)I love the way you write the two of them. This was just perfect. Or in Barney's words, it was legendary.
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on 2009-01-27 02:10 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you like the way I bring them together. I was stuck for awhile on how I could make this crossover 'verse work out but I think I've made sense of it now :)
*hugs*
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on 2009-01-27 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-02-02 05:30 am (UTC)Crossovers are something I'm hesitant to write but I just couldn't ignore the muse. She seemed intent on making it work :)
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on 2009-02-02 05:32 am (UTC)