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snoggedTitle: Power of Suggestion
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Lily
Word Count: 937
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (to be safe) – for sexual situations, adult language, orgasm denial.
Spoilers: Season 4 “Sorry Bro” (a "Deleted Scene")
Summary: Why Barney really shredded Marshall’s pants…
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darlingchaos for the beta and to idioticonion for the read through last night. Thanks ladies!
Lily’s fingers hovered above the elevator buttons, feeling like there was something she had missed. And then it hit her like a knowledge bomb with an eight mile radius, splitting her brain wide open as Barney’s words sunk into the gray matter. She slowly turned on her Jimmy Choo heels and her heart fluttered within her chest.
Barney was still standing behind her, clutching Marshall’s pants, a devious smirk ghosting the corners of his lips. His soft, full lips. Lily blinked, trying not to stare at them. But they were molded perfection. Fashioned by the gods themselves. And it wasn’t like she was kissing them. She was just looking. She couldn’t get in trouble for looking, could she?
“Did you forget something?” Barney asked, tilting his head and a flashing her a knowing grin.
“Did you say what I thought you…?” Lily stammered, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. Her cheeks felt warm and she’d bet all the shoes in the world that they had turned at least three different shades of red. “I mean, did you say that you would…if I did…good?”
Barney chuckled, closing the distance between them so that she could feel his warm breath tickling her earlobe. “If you mean, I would blow your husband if you went down on me, then yes, Lily, you’d be correct. But again, you’d have to be really good.”
Each word from Barney’s mouth was punctuated by a sharp, heated twitch in her stomach and a lustful tremble between her thighs. It wasn’t like she was a bad girl. Or a cheater. Everyone knew that she loved Marshall with every fiber of her being. But the idea of Barney going down on her husband-- the idea of watching Barney go down on her husband—was a hot enough visual to make her want to drop to the floor and suck Barney off ‘til he exploded like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
“Oh I’d be good. In fact, I’m damn good. Best you’d ever have.” Lily boasted, hands traveling down Barney’s stomach to his groin, ghosting over the slight bulge in his pants. Inwardly, she knew he was just trying to challenge her, to see how far she’d go, to see if he could manipulate and break her like any one of his bimbos. She knew he wanted to see if she was as sick and dirty as he was.
“Prove it,” Barney hissed, teeth nipping at her ear lobe. He couldn’t deny that she was getting him fired up even though she was barely touching him.
A Cheshire Cat grin crossed Lily’s face and she cupped his crotch in a tight grip, rubbing and stroking him. The shock and pressure of it sent his brain into immediate overdrive. He hadn’t really expected Lily to be so forward. She was married. Happily married. And yet, here she was palming him through his trousers like some horny school girl. It was fucking mind-melting and slightly insane. But, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? A little masturbation always made the work day go faster. Barney arched his back, pushing his hips against her palm. It felt so. Damn. Good. And he could not believe she was doing this to him. Here. In the hallway. Where anyone could see.
“Oh god,” Barney murmured; trying to keep his mouth shut, trying not to draw attention. His eyes were glazing over with lust, his body warming. He could feel his walls dropping as he fell into her caresses. Feeling hands. Feeling silk. Feeling cotton. Each one creating a different sensation against his cock. Each one making the muscles in his thighs strain and tense from the exertion of keeping himself upright. He didn’t even give a shit if this meant that he would be going up to Marshall’s office and…and…fuck! He felt his balls tighten, felt like a coiled spring was curling inside his abdomen. He closed his eyes, knowing he was gonna come. Knowing he was going to spray his load inside his pants like some adolescent teenager. Knowing he would feel that hot, sticky reminder against his thighs for the rest of the day. And frankly, he really didn’t mind knowing that. It gave him a secret bragging right.
And then everything came to a crashing halt. A horrible, crashing halt. Wrenching him away from the edge of his blissful, hedonistic oblivion and leaving him with an ache that would linger far too long.
Lily wiped her hands on the flower-pattern of her skirt and gave Barney a sort-of apologetic/guilty look mixed in with a small smirk that gave away the vicarious pleasure she clearly felt from leaving him in the lurch. Apparently, his suggestion hadn’t been as compelling as he wanted it to be.
“I really have to go, Barney. My students are waiting. Can you please get those pants to Marshall?”
Barney’s nostrils flared and he swore he saw red. Lily was going to pay for that. He was not going to be bested by a dirty hussy. “Of course.” Cue feigned expression of innocence.
As Lily disappeared through the elevator doors, Barney looked down at the pants still cradled in the crook of his elbow. It didn’t take long to find a scissors, didn’t take long for shreds of fabric to litter the ground, didn’t take long for him to cackle with ruthless glee as he held the tattered-looking shorts out to a dejected-looking Marshall. Barney knew it would make Marshall the laughing stock of the office. And in turn, piss Lily off to no end.
Revenge is a sweet dish.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Barney/Lily
Word Count: 937
Rating: NC-17/FRAO (to be safe) – for sexual situations, adult language, orgasm denial.
Spoilers: Season 4 “Sorry Bro” (a "Deleted Scene")
Summary: Why Barney really shredded Marshall’s pants…
Special thanks to
darlingchaos for the beta and to idioticonion for the read through last night. Thanks ladies!Lily’s fingers hovered above the elevator buttons, feeling like there was something she had missed. And then it hit her like a knowledge bomb with an eight mile radius, splitting her brain wide open as Barney’s words sunk into the gray matter. She slowly turned on her Jimmy Choo heels and her heart fluttered within her chest.
Barney was still standing behind her, clutching Marshall’s pants, a devious smirk ghosting the corners of his lips. His soft, full lips. Lily blinked, trying not to stare at them. But they were molded perfection. Fashioned by the gods themselves. And it wasn’t like she was kissing them. She was just looking. She couldn’t get in trouble for looking, could she?
“Did you forget something?” Barney asked, tilting his head and a flashing her a knowing grin.
“Did you say what I thought you…?” Lily stammered, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. Her cheeks felt warm and she’d bet all the shoes in the world that they had turned at least three different shades of red. “I mean, did you say that you would…if I did…good?”
Barney chuckled, closing the distance between them so that she could feel his warm breath tickling her earlobe. “If you mean, I would blow your husband if you went down on me, then yes, Lily, you’d be correct. But again, you’d have to be really good.”
Each word from Barney’s mouth was punctuated by a sharp, heated twitch in her stomach and a lustful tremble between her thighs. It wasn’t like she was a bad girl. Or a cheater. Everyone knew that she loved Marshall with every fiber of her being. But the idea of Barney going down on her husband-- the idea of watching Barney go down on her husband—was a hot enough visual to make her want to drop to the floor and suck Barney off ‘til he exploded like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
“Oh I’d be good. In fact, I’m damn good. Best you’d ever have.” Lily boasted, hands traveling down Barney’s stomach to his groin, ghosting over the slight bulge in his pants. Inwardly, she knew he was just trying to challenge her, to see how far she’d go, to see if he could manipulate and break her like any one of his bimbos. She knew he wanted to see if she was as sick and dirty as he was.
“Prove it,” Barney hissed, teeth nipping at her ear lobe. He couldn’t deny that she was getting him fired up even though she was barely touching him.
A Cheshire Cat grin crossed Lily’s face and she cupped his crotch in a tight grip, rubbing and stroking him. The shock and pressure of it sent his brain into immediate overdrive. He hadn’t really expected Lily to be so forward. She was married. Happily married. And yet, here she was palming him through his trousers like some horny school girl. It was fucking mind-melting and slightly insane. But, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? A little masturbation always made the work day go faster. Barney arched his back, pushing his hips against her palm. It felt so. Damn. Good. And he could not believe she was doing this to him. Here. In the hallway. Where anyone could see.
“Oh god,” Barney murmured; trying to keep his mouth shut, trying not to draw attention. His eyes were glazing over with lust, his body warming. He could feel his walls dropping as he fell into her caresses. Feeling hands. Feeling silk. Feeling cotton. Each one creating a different sensation against his cock. Each one making the muscles in his thighs strain and tense from the exertion of keeping himself upright. He didn’t even give a shit if this meant that he would be going up to Marshall’s office and…and…fuck! He felt his balls tighten, felt like a coiled spring was curling inside his abdomen. He closed his eyes, knowing he was gonna come. Knowing he was going to spray his load inside his pants like some adolescent teenager. Knowing he would feel that hot, sticky reminder against his thighs for the rest of the day. And frankly, he really didn’t mind knowing that. It gave him a secret bragging right.
And then everything came to a crashing halt. A horrible, crashing halt. Wrenching him away from the edge of his blissful, hedonistic oblivion and leaving him with an ache that would linger far too long.
Lily wiped her hands on the flower-pattern of her skirt and gave Barney a sort-of apologetic/guilty look mixed in with a small smirk that gave away the vicarious pleasure she clearly felt from leaving him in the lurch. Apparently, his suggestion hadn’t been as compelling as he wanted it to be.
“I really have to go, Barney. My students are waiting. Can you please get those pants to Marshall?”
Barney’s nostrils flared and he swore he saw red. Lily was going to pay for that. He was not going to be bested by a dirty hussy. “Of course.” Cue feigned expression of innocence.
As Lily disappeared through the elevator doors, Barney looked down at the pants still cradled in the crook of his elbow. It didn’t take long to find a scissors, didn’t take long for shreds of fabric to litter the ground, didn’t take long for him to cackle with ruthless glee as he held the tattered-looking shorts out to a dejected-looking Marshall. Barney knew it would make Marshall the laughing stock of the office. And in turn, piss Lily off to no end.
Revenge is a sweet dish.
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on 2009-03-12 09:27 pm (UTC)I'm really really good with my power of suggestion.
BTW, totally enjoyed this! The image of Lily fondling Barney in the hallway... amazing.
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on 2009-03-13 04:39 am (UTC)Glad to hear it.