HIMYM: Thrill Of The Chase (2/3) Barney/Claudia - FRAO/NC-17

[snogged]

Title: Thrill of the Chase, Part 2

Author: snogged and idioticonion

Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.

Pairing: Barney/Claudia, implied Stuart/Claudia

Word Count: 1968

Rating: NC-17/FRAO; for explicit sex, infidelity/cheating, adult language (including sexual slurs), angst

Spoilers: Takes place after “Intervention” in Season 4

Summary: Stuart has relapsed into alcoholism and Claudia heads to the bar feeling vulnerable and upset. And Barney wants to take everything off her mind…

A/N: Written for the Summer Smut Challenge at mature_himym.


She shakes her head, feeling the pressure of his weight against her body.

"Barney, I don't want another guy. I'd feel so sleazy hitting on some strange dude in the bar. And. I. Am. Not. A. Slut." She punctuates each word by swallowing down parts of her drink and she frowns when the glass becomes empty. After a moment, she realizes something and she turns to look at Barney.

"Are you trying to pass me off to some other guy so you don't have to take care of me anymore?" Her speech is slurring, masking the faint traces anger in her tone. And she blinks twice, adjusting to the sudden blur around the edges of her vision. "You don't want to stay with me. You wanna go find some other girl. Well, let me tell you, Barney Stinson. It ain't gonna work. I'm staying right here. All. Night. Long. And you..." She pokes her finger into his chest. "...will just have to deal with it, Mister."

Barney laughs gently, smiling, hooking an arm around her shoulder. "Awww! Claudia, of course I'm not. I'll take care of you baby. I'll stay here with you…"

Her finger slides between the buttons of his shirt, popping one of them accidentally so that her hand slides beneath it. This doesn't phase him, in fact, it works towards the plan. She needs to get used to touching him after all.

"I'll stay here with you…" They are so close but he doesn't press her. He knows she'll withdraw.

This time.

Claudia feels her finger go from cloth to warm, bare skin and she pulls it away quickly, feeling like she's touched the hot, glowing rings of the stove top. She can't believe she touched him like that, can't believe she could feel the hardness of his muscles just from one tiny press. Poking Stu that way...all she finds is chubby, baby fat softness. Not that she ever minded before. But it feels like she has to mind now. Now that Barney is so close...so...he smells like scotch and cigar smoke.

It's intoxicating. She can't help but want to sink further into it and she does, nestling her head against the crook of his arm. She feels safe here. Feels safe with him. Even though her thoughts are waffling between wanting to do...stuff...with him and staying faithful to her husband.

"Good," she says quietly, eyes scanning the room to find the waitress so she can signal her to bring more liquor. "I think I need another drink."

Barney raises a finger behind Claudia's back and indicates another round of double-vodkas. This has to be her last one though. Any more and she'll be asleep in his arms, not wrapped around him, legs tight around his waist and grinding on his dick.

He sucks in a breath of air, the sharp tug of arousal spiking through his groin and he murmurs in her ear "You deserve a drink… and a good time. You need someone to show you a good time, Claudia. Just for a little while. Because life's too hard and too god damn bleak and you're in the prime of your life. You're wasted on this. You need to break out, have fun, live a little."

His lips brush the shell of her ear and he's still holding her. He draws her in with his words, closer, closer until she's trembling beside him.

He wants her helpless, begging him. He wants her hard and fast. And he wants her soon.

Claudia shudders, clenching her thighs together as his breath hits her ear. It's a weak spot, a sensitive spot. One that almost immediately makes her pussy wet.

She flashes back to the moment when she first discovered that about herself. It had been in a '79 Mustang Convertible with Ed Loomis, captain of the football team. The very same Ed who slid his fingers past the barrier of her cotton panties and fingered her until she came with a crashing moan.

"Barney...please...wanna have a good time....wanna be fun Claudia...please..."

When the next drink is set down in front of her, she can't bring herself to touch it. She feels so drunk, so heady, so fuzzy...

Barney's so close. She can feel him, breathe him, and taste him in the very air. And yet she can't see how dangerous this really is.

He's still close, lowering his voice, just the tiniest bit so that it whispers and vibrates against her ear. "I can make you feel so good, baby. I can bring the fun. Just trust me… trust me, baby. You trust me don't you? Oh yeah… you do. Let me show you how good you can be…"

She's vibrating now, pulsing beneath his fingers and damn Stuart - he never knew what a good thing he had, bet he never gave it to Claudia, hard and dirty. And the stupid fool deserves it. Deserves to have her snatched out from under him.

"You want to feel it, baby?" He growls, feeling her thighs clench beneath his fingers. "You wanna feel how good I can make it?"

Claudia whimpers, feeling helplessly caught in the web of his voice. A fly for his supper. God, she wants him to eat her alive. She wants to...God, she wants to feel it, feel something. Can't remember how long it’s been since Stuart made her feel so vulnerable, so exposed, so intensely raw.

"Stuart..."

It doesn't come out like a plea to stop. It comes out as a broken whisper. An almost surrender to what she knows is about to happen. And she can't even blame the alcohol, no matter how much her vodka-infused brain cells are likely to blame.

And then she signs her sentence with a word, escaping her lips before she can pull it back.

"Yes..."

His fingers tickle the flesh just below the hem of her skirt as it rides up an inch. She's squirming now and instead of just whispering in her ear he's nuzzling her neck with his lips, his tongue flicking across her jugular, feeling it pulse, feeling her groan vibrate through the skin of her throat. He gets quickly to his feet, his dick briefly tenting his pants before he captures her hand in his, encouraging her to stand up. She unbalances, falling forward into his arms and the pressure of her against his groin is maddening.

"Hey, I think maybe you need to splash a little cold water on your face?" He looks down at her solemnly. "And then maybe we can get some fresh air?" He wants to lull her, make her think she's got time to change her mind when actually she's his the second she steps into the bathroom.

She just doesn't know it yet.

She almost can't believe how tipsy she feels, how hard it is to get her legs to work properly. They just feel so heavy, so burdening. But Barney holds onto her fast, doesn't let her fall.

He feels so hard against her, so firm. And there's something poking against her leg...God, he's turned on by this...but fuck, so is she and it suddenly makes her stomach churn and twist with nerves. She shouldn't be thinking about cheating. Cheating is bad, wrong, and dirty. Only slutty girls cheat. She's not a slutty girl. Maybe the cold water would knock some sense into her.

"That sounds nice."

She lets him lead her into the restroom, neither one of them batting an eye as he pushes through the door marked men's. It's quiet in there. Clean and porcelain. She stumbles over to the sink and tries to work the knobs but they won't turn.

His arms snake around her waist and suddenly he's pressed up against her, his hands running teasingly light over the front of her body.

She blinks, feeling his pelvis mould against the curve of her ass. And it occurs to her that there is no cold water, there was never going to be any cold water. He was doing exactly what he promised.

"Wow… you're so hot Claudia. You're incredible!"

He pulls her away from the sink and turns her around in his arms. "You know that some guy needs to show you what it means to be a woman, baby. And I can be that guy…" He bends his head to her lips, but doesn’t kiss her. "I'll be the best you ever had."

She shivers when he brings his face so close to her skin. So close to her face. To her mouth. The mouth that last kissed Stuart. Oh God, is she really doing this?

His cock presses against her thigh, nudging at her like a puppy dog starved for attention.

"Barney...I...is this a good idea?"

It's her last attempt at holding onto control and the way he's chipping away at her defenses is terrifying and insanely hot.

He silences her with a kiss. It's soft at first, with a little tongue - just tickling her lips and encouraging her to let him in. But it turns hard, invasive, brutal in a second and he's holding her up and crushing her defenses and battering down her resistance for a good half a minute before pulling away, leaving her breathless and shaken.

He has to make her see that this is what she wants - that SHE makes him feel this passion, this desperate desire. This is all about Claudia, her body, his body. He wants to be inside her, right now, but he wants to break her down first.

The way he's kissing her, the way he captures her mouth, it makes her knees weak. She's never felt more passion or intensity and her head swims with the thought of having more. God, she wants it all now.

If he can do this to her lips, she can only imagine what he can do to other parts of her.

His hands are still on her when he pulls away and she gasps in as much as air as she can manage before meeting his eyes.

"I...want...you."

There's something like dark triumph in his face, something almost demonic flickering in his eyes for a second but he shifts and leaves her trembling, gripping the wall behind her while he turns the lock on the bathroom door. "We've got about ten minutes until Carl comes to find out why the door's jammed."

He winks at her.

"Bet I can make you come three times before then?"

She doesn't respond to his question. She just hooks her fingers past the elastic band of her skirt, sliding it down her hips and letting it pool to the floor. She's saving him the trouble. It's the mark of a willing participant, a woman needing to give up what ever she was trying to hold onto in the first place.

A dark red blush heats her cheeks as her hands slide back up her legs, brushing over the thin fabric of her bright pink thong. As she maneuvers out of them, she hesitantly meets his eyes, watching him appraise her and wondering if she's good enough.

His lips curve into a smirk as he approaches her across the cold, tiled floor.

"Wow… you really are a dirty girl. You know what happens to dirty girls, don’t you, baby?"

He pulls her towards him, tilting her head with one hand so that he can kiss her, hard and fast again, his other hand roaming over her body, unchecked, squeezing her breast, her bare ass, her thighs, before probing between her legs to find her slick, hot and eager. She grinds herself against his fingers the second he puts them there.

Boy, his instincts were so right about her.

He'd bet anyone five hundred bucks that she's never been like this with Stuart.