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snoggedOn Monday, one of my favorite comms ran their drabble-a-thon because of the HIMYM-Obama-induced repeat.
I went after two of them and of course, wanted to share those results with you.
Title: Stimulus Plan
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 267
Rating:FRT/PG, brief sexual innuendo
Summary: Barney and Robin watch the presidential press conference, MST3K-style.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling/grammar errors.
“Hey Barney, there’s a new Big Bang Theory tonight,” Robin chirped, flipping on the television and clicking to the appropriate channel.
Barney loosened his tie and plopped down on the couch beside her. “Actually, babe, the nerds of the BBT will have to wait. Obama’s doing a press conference. It's pushing everything back an hour."
Robin’s bottom lip quivered and Barney swore he saw a small tear in her big, brown eyes. “You mean…I don’t get to watch my show…”
Barney draped his arm over her shoulder and smiled. “Babe, just think of it as a forty-five minutes of American-fueled, democratic beauty.”
After twenty minutes, Robin still wasn’t impressed by what was being said and frankly, she was still pissed about not getting her shows on time. Instead, she concentrated on the smoothness of Obama’s cheek muscles and how damn good he looked in that suit.
“Robin? You’re drooling,” Barney noted. “And clearly not paying attention to the importance of this situation. I mean, the economy is so not awesome right now.”
Robin angled her head and ran her tongue across the expanse of Barney’s throat. Her fingers trailed up his tie and she felt Barney quiver under her touch. “How about you show me just how important it is for me to care.”
Barney picked up the remote and the screen went black. Robin was about to have some hard times of her own. And it was his job to provide her with an appropriate stimulus plan, no matter what it would cost the American taxpayers (or in this case, what it would cost Ted’s sofa).
Title: Short Term Parking
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Virginia Mosby, implied Barney/Robin
Word Count: 503
Rating:FRT-13/PG-13; some language and sexual innuendo
Summary: Barney and Virginia have a "sexually charged" moment in short-term parking.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling/grammar errors.
Ted had tried to help, tried to subtly convince his mother to take a taxi to the airport. But she had insisted (forced, more like it) that Barney was perfectly capable of taking her. It was hard to argue with his mother when the wrath of God flashed behind her eyes.
Barney shuttered the moment Marshall’s mostly used ‘97 Malibu started and he glanced over at Vivian, squeezing his eyes shut for a second too long. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a taxi? I mean, how can you argue with the fine seating and speed of New York’s finest?” Even though the words tumbled like silk from his lips, he had a hard time believing them.
Vivian narrowed her eyes and smirked. “I’m a woman of fine taste, Barney. And those cabs smell like dog urine and human feces. I have full confidence that you can handle a vehicle. I’ve seen how well you handle dangerous curves.”
Barney’s lips twitched and he forced his eyes on the road. He could do this. This was just another way to impress Ted’ mom, just another way to show her that he was made from the highest grade material of best friend cloth.
Vivian’s face softened as the car lurched forward and anxiety set into the small wrinkles on Barney’s forehead. “You’ve never driven before.”
“No ma’am.”
“Very well. I will show you how it’s done.” Her voice was gentle but firm as she guided him through the basic instructions and sent them on their way.
Barney exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. “I can’t do this…”
“Yes you can,” Vivian replied. “The car is moving and you’re making very good progress. In fact, I can already see the turnoff for the short-term parking lot. Now, take a deep breath and exhale….and in again…”
Barney did as she instructed, barely noticing that his foot had found the brake pedal and the car was stopped in the place where it needed to be.
Vivian smiled, her hand coming to rest on his knee, dangerously close to the family jewels. Barney felt a lump form in his throat. This was Ted’s mom. This was Ted’s mom. This was a woman who was over 40 and was so not a MILF. Had given birth to…to Ted! Ted had been inside this woman’s- oh god, why was he even thinking about that? She was totally, totally off limits by the laws and statutes set forth by the Bro Code.
But his body didn’t respond to his thoughts in the same way. His cock twitched and hardened, aching for the grip of a warm hand. Fuck. This was so wrong.
“Uh….Ms. Mosby…I…uh…gotta go now,” Barney stuttered, basically pushing the woman out of the car. As she retreated towards the airport entrance, he made a mental note to find that sex tape of him and Robin.
He had thoughts that needed to be replaced. And he needed Robin’s bouncy b-pegs to do just that.
I went after two of them and of course, wanted to share those results with you.
Title: Stimulus Plan
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 267
Rating:FRT/PG, brief sexual innuendo
Summary: Barney and Robin watch the presidential press conference, MST3K-style.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling/grammar errors.
“Hey Barney, there’s a new Big Bang Theory tonight,” Robin chirped, flipping on the television and clicking to the appropriate channel.
Barney loosened his tie and plopped down on the couch beside her. “Actually, babe, the nerds of the BBT will have to wait. Obama’s doing a press conference. It's pushing everything back an hour."
Robin’s bottom lip quivered and Barney swore he saw a small tear in her big, brown eyes. “You mean…I don’t get to watch my show…”
Barney draped his arm over her shoulder and smiled. “Babe, just think of it as a forty-five minutes of American-fueled, democratic beauty.”
After twenty minutes, Robin still wasn’t impressed by what was being said and frankly, she was still pissed about not getting her shows on time. Instead, she concentrated on the smoothness of Obama’s cheek muscles and how damn good he looked in that suit.
“Robin? You’re drooling,” Barney noted. “And clearly not paying attention to the importance of this situation. I mean, the economy is so not awesome right now.”
Robin angled her head and ran her tongue across the expanse of Barney’s throat. Her fingers trailed up his tie and she felt Barney quiver under her touch. “How about you show me just how important it is for me to care.”
Barney picked up the remote and the screen went black. Robin was about to have some hard times of her own. And it was his job to provide her with an appropriate stimulus plan, no matter what it would cost the American taxpayers (or in this case, what it would cost Ted’s sofa).
Title: Short Term Parking
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Barney/Virginia Mosby, implied Barney/Robin
Word Count: 503
Rating:FRT-13/PG-13; some language and sexual innuendo
Summary: Barney and Virginia have a "sexually charged" moment in short-term parking.
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling/grammar errors.
Ted had tried to help, tried to subtly convince his mother to take a taxi to the airport. But she had insisted (forced, more like it) that Barney was perfectly capable of taking her. It was hard to argue with his mother when the wrath of God flashed behind her eyes.
Barney shuttered the moment Marshall’s mostly used ‘97 Malibu started and he glanced over at Vivian, squeezing his eyes shut for a second too long. “Are you sure you don’t want to take a taxi? I mean, how can you argue with the fine seating and speed of New York’s finest?” Even though the words tumbled like silk from his lips, he had a hard time believing them.
Vivian narrowed her eyes and smirked. “I’m a woman of fine taste, Barney. And those cabs smell like dog urine and human feces. I have full confidence that you can handle a vehicle. I’ve seen how well you handle dangerous curves.”
Barney’s lips twitched and he forced his eyes on the road. He could do this. This was just another way to impress Ted’ mom, just another way to show her that he was made from the highest grade material of best friend cloth.
Vivian’s face softened as the car lurched forward and anxiety set into the small wrinkles on Barney’s forehead. “You’ve never driven before.”
“No ma’am.”
“Very well. I will show you how it’s done.” Her voice was gentle but firm as she guided him through the basic instructions and sent them on their way.
Barney exhaled sharply, gripping the steering wheel till his knuckles turned white. “I can’t do this…”
“Yes you can,” Vivian replied. “The car is moving and you’re making very good progress. In fact, I can already see the turnoff for the short-term parking lot. Now, take a deep breath and exhale….and in again…”
Barney did as she instructed, barely noticing that his foot had found the brake pedal and the car was stopped in the place where it needed to be.
Vivian smiled, her hand coming to rest on his knee, dangerously close to the family jewels. Barney felt a lump form in his throat. This was Ted’s mom. This was Ted’s mom. This was a woman who was over 40 and was so not a MILF. Had given birth to…to Ted! Ted had been inside this woman’s- oh god, why was he even thinking about that? She was totally, totally off limits by the laws and statutes set forth by the Bro Code.
But his body didn’t respond to his thoughts in the same way. His cock twitched and hardened, aching for the grip of a warm hand. Fuck. This was so wrong.
“Uh….Ms. Mosby…I…uh…gotta go now,” Barney stuttered, basically pushing the woman out of the car. As she retreated towards the airport entrance, he made a mental note to find that sex tape of him and Robin.
He had thoughts that needed to be replaced. And he needed Robin’s bouncy b-pegs to do just that.
