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Title: Full of Surprises (BtVS/HIMYM Crossover)
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.
Distribution: Here, Near Her Always, anywhere else please ask first.
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Kennedy
Word Count: 3290
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity, and adult language. Set Post-“Chosen” in the Buffy!Verse.
Summary: A delayed plane flight leaves Willow stuck in New York and she winds up at a certain pub where she meets a certain gorgeous playboy.
Beta: the legendary and most excellent Ms.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kallie_kat
A/N: I’d like to dedicate this toidioticonion who refused to let me tease her when I first mentioned I planned to do this.
Willow Rosenberg hated airplanes. She hated the feeling of being locked inside a metal bird, knowing that she had felt the experience of the wind flowing through her hair and tickling her skin.
The other plus side of teleportation was that it didn't leave you stranded in a bar in downtown New York when a stupid winter storm warning had delayed your connecting flight for 12 hours. But Giles had made her promise that she'd get to Madrid the old-fashioned way and she also couldn't ignore the memory of Tara who would have wanted her to keep her magic in check.
"What can I get ya?" The bartender of Maclaren's Pub slid over to the bar stool she had chosen to sit down on and Willow couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. It was a look of warm familiarity, like she had been coming to this same bar for years. "The usual, perhaps?"
Willow blinked, not sure if she should play along. Maybe this was just his style. Maybe he treated everyone this way. It couldn't hurt to see what drink he would produce for her. "Um…sure, that'd be great."
A wide grin split the bartender's face as he started moving bottles around and pulled out a longneck from a local brewery. He popped the cap off and gently squeezed a lime wedge inside of it. "There ya go."
Willow nodded, silently thanking him for the drink. Beer had never been her style but at the moment it was just going to have to be good enough. She brought the bottle to her lips and let the smooth liquid slide down her throat as she scanned the bar for signs of entertainment.
A suave looking gentlemen with blond hair, blue eyes, and a swagger that reminded of her of Spike's, sidled up next to her and smirked. "Good to see you going back to the red hair, Aldrin. It suits you. Makes you look like the feisty harlot you are."
"Excuse me?" Willow sputtered. Who the hell was this guy and why was he referring to her as Aldrin?
"Oh, don't play coy with me. It's not your style," the man responded, his eyes drifting across her current state of dress. "And neither is that frumpy sweater. I don't remember Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, or Marc Jacobs selling shit like that. Where on earth did you buy such a cheap knockoff? Makes you look like a grandmother…or a pregnant woman. You and Marshall aren't expecting or anything, are you? I mean, I know Marshall will make a great mom and all but you’re the man in that relationship, Lily. Keep those wiley seeds in check." He lifted his hand, as if he were expecting some kind of celebratory high-five for the crack he just made.
Willow set her beer on the counter and instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest. She was really starting to dislike this guy. First, he had attacked her wardrobe and second, he was implying she was dating an effeminate man named Marshall.
"I'm not…" Willow started, hoping to explain to this man that she wasn't who he thought she was.
The man sighed and let his arm fall. "Oh thank god. Pregnancy is the wrong way to go. It would completely destroy your figure and Marshall would start chasing tail elsewhere."
"I really doubt that Marshall would do that," Willow replied, narrowing her eyes. "He sounds like a very sweet guy."
The man arched an eyebrow. Willow saw the flash of confusion in his eyes and she wondered if he was starting to realize that the person he was chatting with was not the person he was expecting her to be. "Sounds like?"
"Well, from what little information you've shared of him, he sounds like a much better male than you."
The man wrinkled his nose and he stared at her like she had just said the most offensive thing ever. "I'll have you know that I'm so much more awesome that Marshall. In fact, I'm like triple X; I'm awesome to the extreme. Or do I need to remind you that I'm the great Barney Stinson?"
A small smile crinkled the corner of Willow's lips and she picked up her beer again, taking a small swig. "And now, we're getting somewhere. I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg."
"Well, I'll be damned. That's a surprise I didn't expect." Barney mused, a sparkle flickering in his silvery blue eyes.
From the way he was looking at her now, Willow couldn't help but feel like the gears in his mind had switched and she had gone from being a "friend" to being a decadent entrée from the dessert menu. She couldn't help but regret the fact that she had just waved a magic wand by uttering her name.
"Yes, well…I'm just full of surprises. You never know when I'm going to pop out of a corner and boo! I could surprise you right out of your skin. In fact, if I was coming up with another surprise, you wouldn't know what hit you." Willow crossed her fingers and hoped that her babble would have the adverse effect of sending him running in the other direction.
Unfortunately, the fates weren't interested in granted her that kind of luck. Barney seemed more interested in her than ever as his fingers brushed against her knee.
"I like surprises," Barney replied softly, deciding to test the waters on a potential pick-up line. He wasn’t exactly used to picking up chicks who probably knew the difference between pi and pie. And unlike the bimbos he tended to take home, he probably couldn’t convince her that he was a retired fighter pilot or the manager of the New York Jets. "And you've been the best surprise all night."
Oh barf, Willow thought. For a man who claimed to take awesome to the extreme that was the lamest pickup line ever. Sadly, she knew plenty of women who'd be willing to fall for it. But she wasn't one of those. She was a team player for the pink squad and no amount of alcohol or schmoozing would convince her to switch over.
"I…um…have a girlfriend," Willow replied, her brain suddenly clogged with thoughts of Kennedy. Not that Kennedy was really paying that much attention to her these days, what with the slaying and the being sucked into an alternate dimension that Willow couldn't get out her out of. That was the main reason she was flying to Madrid. Giles had informed of her a potential lead, a powerful wizard that was best known for getting pretty girls back into their proper dimensions.
"All the better," Barney grinned, looking like he had won the lottery. "Double the pleasure, double the fun. Where is the lucky lady?"
Willow gulped. She certainly couldn't tell him the truth. "She's in Brazil."
"I bet she's getting a lot of support down there. High-Five!" Barney cracked and lifted his hand for another high-five. When he noticed the look of confusion of her face, he let his arm drop as disappointment twisted his features. "Bra-zil. Like a bra. Offers a lot of support, you know, for the twins."
"Oh," Willow nodded, finally getting the joke and forcing herself to chuckle for his benefit. "That's a good one."
Barney tilted his head and quickly scanned the bar, as if he was hoping to locate someone and Willow guessed that he was also trying to find an escape route so he could get away from her.
"I take it I'm not one of the girls you typically talk to at a place like this?" Willow asked. "I mean, if you want to leave, you can just do that. I won't mind. You don't even have to say anything."
Barney frowned and he couldn’t help but wonder how many people had spurned her offer of friendship before. "Sure, you've got a lot more brains than the women I usually flirt with but that doesn't make me any less interested. I mean, you’re at least a 7, if not an 8. Further judgments would need to be evaluated at a later time. Honestly, I was just looking to see if the boring foursome had shown up yet."
Willow's face brightened. She had to admit that despite Barney's attitude towards the world and towards women, his company was a Goddess-send.
"The boring foursome?"
"Yeah, I hang out with them because I hope that one day my awesomeness will rub off on them. So far, Scherbatsky's coming out on top and I hope that Ted will soon follow suit. He's got so much potential. He just doesn't try enough, you know?"
"Actually, I don't but that's okay,” Willow said. Her thoughts drifted back to the part of the conversation when they had first met and she remembered the names he had mentioned. “I'm guessing the other two are Marshall and erm…Aldrin?"
"Yeah. They're happily married so they don't stand a chance at becoming remotely cool." He paused and glanced back at her. "But since they're not around, what are you doing tonight, Rosenberg? You in town long?"
"I've got a flight tomorrow morning," Willow replied, wondering what depraved thoughts he had running through his mind. "But if you think you can talk me out of being gay, well, you can just forget it."
Barney grinned, as if she was offering him a challenge. His fingers brushed against the outside of her thigh and he leaned forward to brush his lips against her ear. It was a classic Barney move. One that had gotten many unwilling damsels to walk through his apartment doors and fall onto the bed with their legs spread.
Willow felt a shiver go up her spine and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. This was the part where she was supposed to tell him to go away, the part where she kept insisting on her card-carrying gayness. But something deep in her gut was stopping her from saying the words.
"How does she taste you, Willow?" Barney whispered, his lips mere millimeters from her tragus. "Does her tongue flick against your skin in short bursts? Or does she tantalize you with long, slow laps from end to end, savoring each moment of flesh against flesh?"
Willow's breath hitched and her lips quivered. If she were to hazard a guess, she'd say Kennedy was more of a flicker than a lapper.
"I've always liked the long, slow laps. And I want to feel your pearl harden under my ministrations. Want to feel your thighs clench around my head as you come to a roaring climax. Just for one night, Willow. Our little secret. No one needs to know."
"I…I…don't know if I should. You're not exactly my type. And I don’t want to…don’t want to hurt anyone again."
But her words didn’t convey the truth she felt from the heat smoldering between her legs or the desire she felt to take him up on his offer. His manipulative words were conquering all practical and rational thoughts and were making everything feel lusty instead.
"You're in New York, Rosenberg for a one night engagement so don’t try pulling that ‘I’m a bad person’ crap. As human beings, we have desires and well over 83% of us are willing to give into them," Barney insisted.
He couldn't ignore the fact that he had always dreamed of giving Lily the trademark Barney Bang but screwing this girl would be a double win. Not only was she Lily's doppelganger, she was also a lesbian. A very hot lesbian in a frumpy sweater that needed to be crumpled into a ball on his floor.
Willow exhaled sharply and closed her hand over the top of his. She may be walking right into the devil’s jaws by letting herself engage in a fluke this major but she needed to know if he was more than just talk.
Barney took the hand thing to be a sign of her acquiescence and he led her towards the door, dropping a ten dollar bill on the bar to pay for the drink she had only taken three sips of.
The taxi pulled up and Barney pulled her inside, a little surprised when her lips crashed against his and her hands gripped the back of his neck. Barney’s tongue brushed against her lips and Willow opened her mouth a little to let him slip inside, letting him map out each corner and crevasse. He tasted like scotch and cigar smoke and reminded her of all the male flavors she had left behind when Tara had come into her life.
Willow inhaled sharply when Barney pulled away for a breath of fresh air. “Wow.”
“I know, right?” Barney replied, giving himself a pat on the back. “I’m just that awesome.”
Willow rolled her eyes. He was definitely not the sensitive lover type. “Do you want me to come home with you or not?”
Barney feigned shock, not really caring what effect his narcissism really had. “What? Why on earth would you think I’d change my mind?”
“It’s just….” Willow paused; she wasn’t interested in killing the one chance she had to find a moment of bliss in this crazy, mixed-up world. She had already kissed him, already crossed that forbidden bridge. She needed to see if there was more behind the door. “It’s nothing.”
Barney nodded, and he tilted his head, bringing his lips to the pressure point on her neck. “Surrender isn’t an easy word for you, is it Rosenberg?”
“Not when you’re fighting for your life,” Willow muttered, feeling the taxi come to a stop.
“You’re not fighting tonight. Tonight, it’s just you and me, okay? So just let yourself fall into it.”
Barney watched his words fall over her skin like magical fairy dust. He could see her muscles relaxing; see the tension leaving her cheeks. It pleased him to know how much of an effect those phrases really had on her.
They shuffled out of the taxi, headed through the front doors of the swanky apartment complex, and got into the elevator. Barney pressed the button and he moved in to kiss her, sending delicious tingles down into her core. As the elevator climbed the seven stories, Willow felt like she was flying. The good kind of flying. The kind that came from feeling the clouds brush against your skin. The kind that came from the buzz of magic in your veins.
The elevator door slid open and Willow knew that it was the moment of truth, her last chance for escape. But she couldn’t do it. His touch was too intoxicating, too addicting. It made running away seem more like the fool’s way out.
“Willow,” Barney whispered, his hands slipping under the fabric of her sweater as they crossed the threshold of his home. The sweater rose above her head and in moments, found its place on Barney’s living room floor. “I want to show you how damn sexy you are.”
A moan escaped from Willow’s lips as Barney guided her towards the bedroom and there was an instant reassurance that he would get exactly what he wanted tonight. His fingers unhooked the clasp on her bra and soon her nipples brushed against the fabric of his new Italian suit.
That frumpy sweater was certainly hiding more than he bargained for. Her boobs, although not as big as Pamela Anderson’s, fit nicely into his hands and easily reacted to his caress. Calling her a 7 had been an understatement. She could easily be a 10, possibly an 11.
Willow’s legs hit the bottom of the bed and she let herself sink into the mattress. She wriggled out of her skirt and panties, willingly spreading herself open for him.
Barney groaned, and loosened his belt, letting it slide out of the loops and onto the floor. He slipped off the suit coat and gently placed it over his desk chair. No point in creating wrinkles. Willow watched with hooded, lust-filled eyes as his fingers popped open the buttons of his shirt, exposing the flat expanse of his chest as well as the muscles of his abdomen. She now understood why Barney could love himself so much. He was truly a god among men.
Finally, Barney unzipped his pants and pulled the blue-striped boxers off with them. His cock looked thick and swollen with blood as it emerged from its confines and he ripped the foil of the condom wrapper, preparing himself for the upcoming adventure.
Willow rotated her hips and Barney moved into place, brushing the tip of his cock against her clit. Willow’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as an arch of electricity flowed through her. Barney slid his length across her folds before lining himself up at the entrance. He could feel the wetness that had been slowly building there most of the night. That wetness was for him. That wetness was a surefire indication that she wasn’t as troubled by her current circumstances as her earlier words had implied.
With one quick thrust, he was inside of her; slowly pumping out a rhythm that he’s positive will send her screaming over the edge of pleasure. In the corner of his mind, he knows that fucking Willow is nothing like fucking Lily. He’s heard stories of how ravenous Lily is in the bedroom; but he would bet his life savings that the rock of Willow’s hips, the lust in her lips, and the flutter of her eyelashes would kick any of Lily’s tales to the curb.
Willow’s fingers curled around his neck as she felt her thigh muscles clench and a warmth flooded her belly as her orgasm coursed through her, sending tingles to every part of her body that would linger for hours.
Barney felt his own balls tighten and draw upwards and his cock easily unloaded his seed into the thin, latex membrane, coating it in a sticky, white substance.
“That was fucking legen-wait for it--” He paused; suddenly intrigued by the depth of Willow’s green eyes and the way she was watching his mouth move. Even if she wasn’t speaking his language, he bet she would agree with him. “Dary. Are you sure you’ve only practiced being a lesbian? No deviant straight stories I should know about?”
Willow’s eyes twinkled with the secret of her past relationships. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Barney grinned. “How ‘bout the next time you’re in New York, you swing by the pub and tell me? That way, you can keep up the mystique of being full of surprises.”
Willow smiled a trillion-watt smile and rolled onto her side, resting her head on top of her hands. The light acrobatics of the LED clock indicated that she had about an hour and a half before her flight was set to leave.
“I’ll definitely look you up if I make it back here.” Willow swung her legs over the side of the bed and shimmied back into her skirt. “There’s a good chance that my connecting flight home will get fucked up somehow and I might need to crash somewhere for a few hours.”
She calmly walked into the living room and found her bra and sweater, quickly slipping the garments on and covering her body from his line of sight.
As she slipped out the front door, Barney couldn’t help but cross his fingers that she’d be back. In fact, he knew a few guys who worked down at the airport. Maybe he could pull a few strings to make sure that her connecting flight ran into a few obstacles. Nothing that would injure anybody, of course, but maybe a computer malfunction would do the trick.
At the very least, it couldn’t hurt to try.
Find its sequel here: You Know, It's Magic
Title: Full of Surprises (BtVS/HIMYM Crossover)
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.
Distribution: Here, Near Her Always, anywhere else please ask first.
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Kennedy
Word Count: 3290
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity, and adult language. Set Post-“Chosen” in the Buffy!Verse.
Summary: A delayed plane flight leaves Willow stuck in New York and she winds up at a certain pub where she meets a certain gorgeous playboy.
Beta: the legendary and most excellent Ms.
kallie_katA/N: I’d like to dedicate this to
idioticonion who refused to let me tease her when I first mentioned I planned to do this.Willow Rosenberg hated airplanes. She hated the feeling of being locked inside a metal bird, knowing that she had felt the experience of the wind flowing through her hair and tickling her skin.
The other plus side of teleportation was that it didn't leave you stranded in a bar in downtown New York when a stupid winter storm warning had delayed your connecting flight for 12 hours. But Giles had made her promise that she'd get to Madrid the old-fashioned way and she also couldn't ignore the memory of Tara who would have wanted her to keep her magic in check.
"What can I get ya?" The bartender of Maclaren's Pub slid over to the bar stool she had chosen to sit down on and Willow couldn't help but notice the way he looked at her. It was a look of warm familiarity, like she had been coming to this same bar for years. "The usual, perhaps?"
Willow blinked, not sure if she should play along. Maybe this was just his style. Maybe he treated everyone this way. It couldn't hurt to see what drink he would produce for her. "Um…sure, that'd be great."
A wide grin split the bartender's face as he started moving bottles around and pulled out a longneck from a local brewery. He popped the cap off and gently squeezed a lime wedge inside of it. "There ya go."
Willow nodded, silently thanking him for the drink. Beer had never been her style but at the moment it was just going to have to be good enough. She brought the bottle to her lips and let the smooth liquid slide down her throat as she scanned the bar for signs of entertainment.
A suave looking gentlemen with blond hair, blue eyes, and a swagger that reminded of her of Spike's, sidled up next to her and smirked. "Good to see you going back to the red hair, Aldrin. It suits you. Makes you look like the feisty harlot you are."
"Excuse me?" Willow sputtered. Who the hell was this guy and why was he referring to her as Aldrin?
"Oh, don't play coy with me. It's not your style," the man responded, his eyes drifting across her current state of dress. "And neither is that frumpy sweater. I don't remember Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, or Marc Jacobs selling shit like that. Where on earth did you buy such a cheap knockoff? Makes you look like a grandmother…or a pregnant woman. You and Marshall aren't expecting or anything, are you? I mean, I know Marshall will make a great mom and all but you’re the man in that relationship, Lily. Keep those wiley seeds in check." He lifted his hand, as if he were expecting some kind of celebratory high-five for the crack he just made.
Willow set her beer on the counter and instinctively wrapped her arms around her chest. She was really starting to dislike this guy. First, he had attacked her wardrobe and second, he was implying she was dating an effeminate man named Marshall.
"I'm not…" Willow started, hoping to explain to this man that she wasn't who he thought she was.
The man sighed and let his arm fall. "Oh thank god. Pregnancy is the wrong way to go. It would completely destroy your figure and Marshall would start chasing tail elsewhere."
"I really doubt that Marshall would do that," Willow replied, narrowing her eyes. "He sounds like a very sweet guy."
The man arched an eyebrow. Willow saw the flash of confusion in his eyes and she wondered if he was starting to realize that the person he was chatting with was not the person he was expecting her to be. "Sounds like?"
"Well, from what little information you've shared of him, he sounds like a much better male than you."
The man wrinkled his nose and he stared at her like she had just said the most offensive thing ever. "I'll have you know that I'm so much more awesome that Marshall. In fact, I'm like triple X; I'm awesome to the extreme. Or do I need to remind you that I'm the great Barney Stinson?"
A small smile crinkled the corner of Willow's lips and she picked up her beer again, taking a small swig. "And now, we're getting somewhere. I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg."
"Well, I'll be damned. That's a surprise I didn't expect." Barney mused, a sparkle flickering in his silvery blue eyes.
From the way he was looking at her now, Willow couldn't help but feel like the gears in his mind had switched and she had gone from being a "friend" to being a decadent entrée from the dessert menu. She couldn't help but regret the fact that she had just waved a magic wand by uttering her name.
"Yes, well…I'm just full of surprises. You never know when I'm going to pop out of a corner and boo! I could surprise you right out of your skin. In fact, if I was coming up with another surprise, you wouldn't know what hit you." Willow crossed her fingers and hoped that her babble would have the adverse effect of sending him running in the other direction.
Unfortunately, the fates weren't interested in granted her that kind of luck. Barney seemed more interested in her than ever as his fingers brushed against her knee.
"I like surprises," Barney replied softly, deciding to test the waters on a potential pick-up line. He wasn’t exactly used to picking up chicks who probably knew the difference between pi and pie. And unlike the bimbos he tended to take home, he probably couldn’t convince her that he was a retired fighter pilot or the manager of the New York Jets. "And you've been the best surprise all night."
Oh barf, Willow thought. For a man who claimed to take awesome to the extreme that was the lamest pickup line ever. Sadly, she knew plenty of women who'd be willing to fall for it. But she wasn't one of those. She was a team player for the pink squad and no amount of alcohol or schmoozing would convince her to switch over.
"I…um…have a girlfriend," Willow replied, her brain suddenly clogged with thoughts of Kennedy. Not that Kennedy was really paying that much attention to her these days, what with the slaying and the being sucked into an alternate dimension that Willow couldn't get out her out of. That was the main reason she was flying to Madrid. Giles had informed of her a potential lead, a powerful wizard that was best known for getting pretty girls back into their proper dimensions.
"All the better," Barney grinned, looking like he had won the lottery. "Double the pleasure, double the fun. Where is the lucky lady?"
Willow gulped. She certainly couldn't tell him the truth. "She's in Brazil."
"I bet she's getting a lot of support down there. High-Five!" Barney cracked and lifted his hand for another high-five. When he noticed the look of confusion of her face, he let his arm drop as disappointment twisted his features. "Bra-zil. Like a bra. Offers a lot of support, you know, for the twins."
"Oh," Willow nodded, finally getting the joke and forcing herself to chuckle for his benefit. "That's a good one."
Barney tilted his head and quickly scanned the bar, as if he was hoping to locate someone and Willow guessed that he was also trying to find an escape route so he could get away from her.
"I take it I'm not one of the girls you typically talk to at a place like this?" Willow asked. "I mean, if you want to leave, you can just do that. I won't mind. You don't even have to say anything."
Barney frowned and he couldn’t help but wonder how many people had spurned her offer of friendship before. "Sure, you've got a lot more brains than the women I usually flirt with but that doesn't make me any less interested. I mean, you’re at least a 7, if not an 8. Further judgments would need to be evaluated at a later time. Honestly, I was just looking to see if the boring foursome had shown up yet."
Willow's face brightened. She had to admit that despite Barney's attitude towards the world and towards women, his company was a Goddess-send.
"The boring foursome?"
"Yeah, I hang out with them because I hope that one day my awesomeness will rub off on them. So far, Scherbatsky's coming out on top and I hope that Ted will soon follow suit. He's got so much potential. He just doesn't try enough, you know?"
"Actually, I don't but that's okay,” Willow said. Her thoughts drifted back to the part of the conversation when they had first met and she remembered the names he had mentioned. “I'm guessing the other two are Marshall and erm…Aldrin?"
"Yeah. They're happily married so they don't stand a chance at becoming remotely cool." He paused and glanced back at her. "But since they're not around, what are you doing tonight, Rosenberg? You in town long?"
"I've got a flight tomorrow morning," Willow replied, wondering what depraved thoughts he had running through his mind. "But if you think you can talk me out of being gay, well, you can just forget it."
Barney grinned, as if she was offering him a challenge. His fingers brushed against the outside of her thigh and he leaned forward to brush his lips against her ear. It was a classic Barney move. One that had gotten many unwilling damsels to walk through his apartment doors and fall onto the bed with their legs spread.
Willow felt a shiver go up her spine and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. This was the part where she was supposed to tell him to go away, the part where she kept insisting on her card-carrying gayness. But something deep in her gut was stopping her from saying the words.
"How does she taste you, Willow?" Barney whispered, his lips mere millimeters from her tragus. "Does her tongue flick against your skin in short bursts? Or does she tantalize you with long, slow laps from end to end, savoring each moment of flesh against flesh?"
Willow's breath hitched and her lips quivered. If she were to hazard a guess, she'd say Kennedy was more of a flicker than a lapper.
"I've always liked the long, slow laps. And I want to feel your pearl harden under my ministrations. Want to feel your thighs clench around my head as you come to a roaring climax. Just for one night, Willow. Our little secret. No one needs to know."
"I…I…don't know if I should. You're not exactly my type. And I don’t want to…don’t want to hurt anyone again."
But her words didn’t convey the truth she felt from the heat smoldering between her legs or the desire she felt to take him up on his offer. His manipulative words were conquering all practical and rational thoughts and were making everything feel lusty instead.
"You're in New York, Rosenberg for a one night engagement so don’t try pulling that ‘I’m a bad person’ crap. As human beings, we have desires and well over 83% of us are willing to give into them," Barney insisted.
He couldn't ignore the fact that he had always dreamed of giving Lily the trademark Barney Bang but screwing this girl would be a double win. Not only was she Lily's doppelganger, she was also a lesbian. A very hot lesbian in a frumpy sweater that needed to be crumpled into a ball on his floor.
Willow exhaled sharply and closed her hand over the top of his. She may be walking right into the devil’s jaws by letting herself engage in a fluke this major but she needed to know if he was more than just talk.
Barney took the hand thing to be a sign of her acquiescence and he led her towards the door, dropping a ten dollar bill on the bar to pay for the drink she had only taken three sips of.
The taxi pulled up and Barney pulled her inside, a little surprised when her lips crashed against his and her hands gripped the back of his neck. Barney’s tongue brushed against her lips and Willow opened her mouth a little to let him slip inside, letting him map out each corner and crevasse. He tasted like scotch and cigar smoke and reminded her of all the male flavors she had left behind when Tara had come into her life.
Willow inhaled sharply when Barney pulled away for a breath of fresh air. “Wow.”
“I know, right?” Barney replied, giving himself a pat on the back. “I’m just that awesome.”
Willow rolled her eyes. He was definitely not the sensitive lover type. “Do you want me to come home with you or not?”
Barney feigned shock, not really caring what effect his narcissism really had. “What? Why on earth would you think I’d change my mind?”
“It’s just….” Willow paused; she wasn’t interested in killing the one chance she had to find a moment of bliss in this crazy, mixed-up world. She had already kissed him, already crossed that forbidden bridge. She needed to see if there was more behind the door. “It’s nothing.”
Barney nodded, and he tilted his head, bringing his lips to the pressure point on her neck. “Surrender isn’t an easy word for you, is it Rosenberg?”
“Not when you’re fighting for your life,” Willow muttered, feeling the taxi come to a stop.
“You’re not fighting tonight. Tonight, it’s just you and me, okay? So just let yourself fall into it.”
Barney watched his words fall over her skin like magical fairy dust. He could see her muscles relaxing; see the tension leaving her cheeks. It pleased him to know how much of an effect those phrases really had on her.
They shuffled out of the taxi, headed through the front doors of the swanky apartment complex, and got into the elevator. Barney pressed the button and he moved in to kiss her, sending delicious tingles down into her core. As the elevator climbed the seven stories, Willow felt like she was flying. The good kind of flying. The kind that came from feeling the clouds brush against your skin. The kind that came from the buzz of magic in your veins.
The elevator door slid open and Willow knew that it was the moment of truth, her last chance for escape. But she couldn’t do it. His touch was too intoxicating, too addicting. It made running away seem more like the fool’s way out.
“Willow,” Barney whispered, his hands slipping under the fabric of her sweater as they crossed the threshold of his home. The sweater rose above her head and in moments, found its place on Barney’s living room floor. “I want to show you how damn sexy you are.”
A moan escaped from Willow’s lips as Barney guided her towards the bedroom and there was an instant reassurance that he would get exactly what he wanted tonight. His fingers unhooked the clasp on her bra and soon her nipples brushed against the fabric of his new Italian suit.
That frumpy sweater was certainly hiding more than he bargained for. Her boobs, although not as big as Pamela Anderson’s, fit nicely into his hands and easily reacted to his caress. Calling her a 7 had been an understatement. She could easily be a 10, possibly an 11.
Willow’s legs hit the bottom of the bed and she let herself sink into the mattress. She wriggled out of her skirt and panties, willingly spreading herself open for him.
Barney groaned, and loosened his belt, letting it slide out of the loops and onto the floor. He slipped off the suit coat and gently placed it over his desk chair. No point in creating wrinkles. Willow watched with hooded, lust-filled eyes as his fingers popped open the buttons of his shirt, exposing the flat expanse of his chest as well as the muscles of his abdomen. She now understood why Barney could love himself so much. He was truly a god among men.
Finally, Barney unzipped his pants and pulled the blue-striped boxers off with them. His cock looked thick and swollen with blood as it emerged from its confines and he ripped the foil of the condom wrapper, preparing himself for the upcoming adventure.
Willow rotated her hips and Barney moved into place, brushing the tip of his cock against her clit. Willow’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip as an arch of electricity flowed through her. Barney slid his length across her folds before lining himself up at the entrance. He could feel the wetness that had been slowly building there most of the night. That wetness was for him. That wetness was a surefire indication that she wasn’t as troubled by her current circumstances as her earlier words had implied.
With one quick thrust, he was inside of her; slowly pumping out a rhythm that he’s positive will send her screaming over the edge of pleasure. In the corner of his mind, he knows that fucking Willow is nothing like fucking Lily. He’s heard stories of how ravenous Lily is in the bedroom; but he would bet his life savings that the rock of Willow’s hips, the lust in her lips, and the flutter of her eyelashes would kick any of Lily’s tales to the curb.
Willow’s fingers curled around his neck as she felt her thigh muscles clench and a warmth flooded her belly as her orgasm coursed through her, sending tingles to every part of her body that would linger for hours.
Barney felt his own balls tighten and draw upwards and his cock easily unloaded his seed into the thin, latex membrane, coating it in a sticky, white substance.
“That was fucking legen-wait for it--” He paused; suddenly intrigued by the depth of Willow’s green eyes and the way she was watching his mouth move. Even if she wasn’t speaking his language, he bet she would agree with him. “Dary. Are you sure you’ve only practiced being a lesbian? No deviant straight stories I should know about?”
Willow’s eyes twinkled with the secret of her past relationships. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Barney grinned. “How ‘bout the next time you’re in New York, you swing by the pub and tell me? That way, you can keep up the mystique of being full of surprises.”
Willow smiled a trillion-watt smile and rolled onto her side, resting her head on top of her hands. The light acrobatics of the LED clock indicated that she had about an hour and a half before her flight was set to leave.
“I’ll definitely look you up if I make it back here.” Willow swung her legs over the side of the bed and shimmied back into her skirt. “There’s a good chance that my connecting flight home will get fucked up somehow and I might need to crash somewhere for a few hours.”
She calmly walked into the living room and found her bra and sweater, quickly slipping the garments on and covering her body from his line of sight.
As she slipped out the front door, Barney couldn’t help but cross his fingers that she’d be back. In fact, he knew a few guys who worked down at the airport. Maybe he could pull a few strings to make sure that her connecting flight ran into a few obstacles. Nothing that would injure anybody, of course, but maybe a computer malfunction would do the trick.
At the very least, it couldn’t hurt to try.
Find its sequel here: You Know, It's Magic
