HIMYM: Tasty (Ted/Robin) NC-17/FRAO

[snogged]

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Title: Tasty
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue.
Pairing: Ted/Robin
Word Count: 787
Rating: NC-17/FRAO– for PWP, romance, foodplay, oral sex
Spoilers: Season 2
Summary: Ted eats olives. Robin hates olives. Whatever will they do about it?
Beta: a special thanks to roland44 for her awesomeness and for the Thai food suggestion.
A/N: written for the March challenge at himym_slapbet where the request was made for Ted/Robin and olives. I can't say I've ever tried this pairing before but it was fun :)


“Ted, I thought the olives were for eating,” Robin murmured, watching through cautious, hooded eyes as Ted placed a sweet black olive on top of her belly button.

Ted just smirked, ignoring her, as he placed another olive a few inches above the last one. The olive placement continued with practiced ease, forming a dotted line from stomach to sternum. The remnant olive juices were drizzling down her skin, succumbing to gravity. Sticky. Clear. Cold.

Ted’s fingers trailed across the swell of her breast and Robin inhaled sharply, watching the fruit shift in response as her stomach sucked itself inwards with her breath. Ted pinched her nipple between his fingers, rolling and twisting it to hardness. Robin’s spine started to curl, arching upwards to meet his touch, but stopped at the look in Ted’s eyes. It left her breathless, boneless. The romantic man that had stolen a blue French horn for her, that had decorated her apartment in 600 roses had been replaced by something more primal, more dominating. God, he was so sexy whenever he got like this.

“Don’t move,” Ted said hastily, shifting his position on the bed and carefully moving olives back to their rightful places. “It will spoil everything.”

“Uh…kay,” Robin replied, her blue eyes mirroring her confusion as Ted pulled another olive out of the jar and placed it above her right breast. Then, he slowly, achingly made another dark line across her flesh, forming a perfect “T.”

A playful grin split across Ted’s face as he bent down to kiss her, capturing her mouth in a demanding kiss that sent an aching heat right to her core, making her pussy spasm and twitch with eager delight. Before her tongue had a chance to find his, Ted wrenched his head away, focusing his lips on the slender column of her neck. He nibbled and suckled his way down to the hollow of her throat, finding that sensitive spot and making her whimper.

He moved across the smooth expanse of her chest, finding one of the olives and sucking it into his mouth. His tongue glided across the newly exposed skin, picking up the sweet drops of juice mixed in with the saltiness of her sweat. Robin licked her lips as each round fruit was picked off her skin.

When he reached the final olive, the one in her belly button, Ted paused, looking at Robin, worship in his eyes. It was like he was on the altar of his goddess and he would do anything to please her.

Robin felt desperately close to grabbing the gelled spikes of Ted’s hair and forcing him between her thighs. She wanted to feel the flick of his tongue against her clit, wanted to buck her hips, wanted to writhe, wanted to moan. She wanted to chase her pleasure to the ends of the earth and bury herself in it. “Please, Ted. Need to feel you inside me.”

Ted nodded, lowering his head to capture the final olive. His tongue brushed along the sparse, downy hairs of Robin’s stomach and in a blink, she could feel him lapping the slick, sensitive flesh of her pussy. Her vision blurred and her eyes closed. Her fingers curled into the Egyptian cotton bed sheets and she moaned loudly as his mouth closed around her pearl, teeth gently scraping the skin, shooting bolts of electricity through her spine. The coiling heat of lust inside her belly was making her feel like she was going to pop like a bottle of warm champagne.

She had no idea how much time had elapsed since he had started but as far as she could tell, it didn’t matter. All she could do was focus on the sensation, the build, the pull of the blissful edge that made her thigh muscles pulse and tighten, clenching against Ted’s cheeks, suffocating him with her wetness.

“Oh god! Ted!” She screamed; her whole body vibrating as her orgasm took her, her sweet sin swallowing her whole.

As she came back down to herself, she felt a weight on her belly and wasn’t surprised to find Ted staring back at her with wonder in his eyes.

“Told you olives could be fun,” Ted replied, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

“No kidding,” Robin breathed, sinking into the mattress as she waited for her pulse to settle.

But despite the fun of Ted’s experiment, she still had no interest in eating olives. Unless they were really tiny and scattered into her Kao Pad Nahm Liap. Besides, the chillies always drowned out the taste of them. At the moment, however, she had more of a mad craving for strawberry crepes. And a little whipped cream would certainly make Ted tastier too.

Comments

[snogged.livejournal.com]

that's a tremendously lovely thing to say!

Thanks, hun