HIMYM: Fit (Marshall/Lily) FRAO/NC-17
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snoggedTitle: Fit
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue. VAST owns the lyrics to “Turquoise,” “Be With Me,” and “Japanese Fantasy.”
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 1569
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sex (oral and vaginal), fluff/romance
Spoilers: Season 4
Summary: Marshall and Lily have a night to themselves.
Beta: roland44 and darlingchaos
Looking for a way to leave the world today
But the world is gonna leave itself anyway
The music penetrates her ears, her mind, her body. It pulses down her spine; taking control of her hips and making them sway to the rhythm.
It makes her feel the aching tingle between her thighs, makes her crave the contact that only he can provide. He’s her one-way ticket out of a world where things can fall apart too easily, where friends can’t find the love that they found in a college dorm room as Freshmen.
“Marshall.”
Her body slides into place behind him, cheek pressing against his spine, arms around his waist, smiling against his thin t-shirt. And she knows with certainty that this is what love feels like.
“Hey baby,” Marshall murmurs, slowly turning around to face her. He wants to kiss her, wants to feel the connection and electricity that sparks between their lips, wants to feel her tongue swirl around his in their demanding tango, wants to have his world fall away so he can melt into hers.
Lily’s soft, green eyes lock on his as she tilts her head, presenting her mouth to him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what happens when she does that. It doesn’t take much for him to take her, capture her mouth and take it hostage. It’s through their kiss that they can speak in a language that’s older than words. It unleashes the primal, unleashes the need to push themselves inside of each other until they stop being two people and become one.
Marshall’s hands are on her, sliding across her skin, feeling the satin-weave negligee fold and shift under his fingers as he finds his favorite places. Neck, shoulders, back, sides, waist, hips, ass. They all mold perfectly against his palms. She was made for him. Fashioned by the Gods themselves to be the missing piece in his puzzle. He knows how clichéd it sounds but it couldn’t be more accurate.
The blood in his body shifts to his cock, making the skin stretch as it hardens, lengthens. It's nature’s strangest masterpiece and it’s craving her. Needing her. Wanting to feel her warm skin start a fire against his own.
“Lily.”
Her name is a sweet moan on his lips and she whimpers against him.
Lily’s arms move to drape around his neck, her leg wraps around his waist - a vine creeping around a tree to find support and life. She feels it too. The passion between them, the desire. Not even the years can take that away from them.
“I think we have too many clothes on,” Lily says, mischief and lust in her voice.
It makes his dick tremble and twitch against the harsh denim of his jeans and it doesn’t take long for her to free him. To pop off the buttons, to unzip the fly, making the metal teeth echo in their semi-quiet living room. He tries to wriggle out of the jeans, making them slide down his thighs, his calves, but the ankles prove to be a problem.
He chuckles, “I think I need to invent removable feet.”
A grin plays at the corners of her lips and a blush colors her cheeks. She can feel the tip of his cock against her thigh and it takes restraint to resist guiding his dagger to her velvet sheath. “But you couldn’t stand without your feet.”
“Oh, I’d find a way to make it work. It’s just convenient for sex, you know?”
“Of course.” His silly inventiveness is just one more reason she loves him. One more reason why that gold band on her finger means more to her than any other promise ever made to her.
He finds the hem of her dress and tugs it over her head, exposing the skin that is imprinted on his memory. He knows each mark, each scar. The birthmark that looks like a crescent moon on her right hip. The rainbow tattoo on the curve of her ass that commemorated a friend’s passing. The fading scar where the sword had pierced her shoulder. The small, purple bruise on her knee that she got playing tag with her students. And each one is cherished for being parts of an awesome whole.
His eyes fall on her breasts, pale globes with cherry-colored nipples. They are nearly erect and begging to be played with. But more inviting than that is her pussy, delicate lips framed by dark curls. The aphrodisiac center of his favorite dessert. It makes him fall to his knees, eager to worship her like the goddess she is.
Lily giggles when his tongue laves across her belly, leaving damp, tingly hairs in its wake. His hands press against the smooth planes of her thighs as he drags his tongue over her clit. She tastes of sugar and spice- honey and cinnamon and vanilla. It intoxicates him, and his teeth nibble gently at the sensitive pearl just so he can have more of a taste. It makes her hips rock, pressing her pelvic mound against his nose.
The music fades into the background and all she hears is the thump-thump of the bass beat, matching the beat of her heart. Her fingers thread into the thick curls of his hair- still damp from the shower he took earlier. She gasps and moans – imagining that the drips of water are still clinging to his flesh, clinging to her flesh.
Marshall’s tongue pistons in and out of her slick hole and her grip on his head tightens. She feels like a hot wire, intensity building inside her core, her spine. It doesn’t take long for her to explode, her orgasm raw and powerful as it coats his tongue, his teeth, his mouth. He takes what he can before ghosting his lips up her glowing body for another kiss. He wants to let her taste her gift, to share in it with him.
Her hands caress his arms, stroking his muscles as their lips continue their dance. He doesn’t even notice that she’s backing him towards the edge of the bed until the metal frame and box spring come in contact with his legs. It’s enough to topple him over and that makes her grin. It’s a bad girl grin; coy and saucy and full of attitude. She wants him to be at her mercy.
“I love you, baby,” Marshall whispers, as she straddles his waist, her thighs pressing against his as she lowers herself on top of him.
“Mmmm, love you too,” Lily says, her breath hitching as her core muscles stretch, widening to accommodate for his length and girth. The music comes back to her, bringing awareness to her lust-fogged brain. The song has changed but the effect on her is still the same. She wants this. Needs this more than ever before.
Saw you lying on the soft bed I had made for you
Words unspoken are the only words I know are true
“So awesome.” Marshall moans, as Lily rocks her hips in a steady rhythm. “Beautifully and breathtakingly awesome.”
Up and down.
Back and forth.
After a few moments, she starts to bounce, flesh slapping against flesh, a steady, staccato beat. His hands find her hips to keep her from falling, to keep them connected. Her back arches and her fingers find her nipples, pinching and tugging at them. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she tries to stop herself from screaming.
Up and down.
Back and forth.
As her muscles clench around him, her fingers leave her breasts to bring nails down into his shoulder as a rushing spasm rocks her world, taking her breath away. It’s the only way she can keep herself steady, only way she can keep herself from drowning in her bliss.
Marshall gasps from the sharp twinge of pain, his grip tightening on her hips as she presses forward and starts to rock her hips again. Lily had always been one to endorse the power of multiple orgasms. She would never settle for a shotgun when she could have a semi-automatic.
Their eyes lock and her hand moves to caress his cheek, warm and comforting as their bodies fuse together. Her pussy sucks him deeper inside, wrapping him in a soft vice. She’s hot and wet and tight. It overloads him, sending his senses into hyperdrive. It’s enough to make him come, viscous fluid coating her satin-soft insides.
“Feels so good,” Lily moans, as another orgasm crashes down on her. Her skin flushes red as she collapses on top of him, snuggling her face into his crook of his neck.
She doesn’t have anything left in her to give and neither does he. For a moment, they lie there in perfect stillness- the strains of music drifting through their ears, their breath heaving and warm against sated flesh. It’s easy to focus on the sensations, to meditate on what they’ve found in each other. To know what it means when two become one.
All I ever wanted was to feel like
I had done something with my life
All I found was you
They don’t talk before falling asleep but they don’t need to. The words they could say probably wouldn’t mean the same as the feeling of being locked in each other’s arms. Big spoon against the little spoon. It’s how they fit.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don't. Please don't sue. VAST owns the lyrics to “Turquoise,” “Be With Me,” and “Japanese Fantasy.”
Pairing: Marshall/Lily
Word Count: 1569
Rating: NC-17/FRAO; explicit sex (oral and vaginal), fluff/romance
Spoilers: Season 4
Summary: Marshall and Lily have a night to themselves.
Beta: roland44 and darlingchaos
Looking for a way to leave the world today
But the world is gonna leave itself anyway
The music penetrates her ears, her mind, her body. It pulses down her spine; taking control of her hips and making them sway to the rhythm.
It makes her feel the aching tingle between her thighs, makes her crave the contact that only he can provide. He’s her one-way ticket out of a world where things can fall apart too easily, where friends can’t find the love that they found in a college dorm room as Freshmen.
“Marshall.”
Her body slides into place behind him, cheek pressing against his spine, arms around his waist, smiling against his thin t-shirt. And she knows with certainty that this is what love feels like.
“Hey baby,” Marshall murmurs, slowly turning around to face her. He wants to kiss her, wants to feel the connection and electricity that sparks between their lips, wants to feel her tongue swirl around his in their demanding tango, wants to have his world fall away so he can melt into hers.
Lily’s soft, green eyes lock on his as she tilts her head, presenting her mouth to him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what happens when she does that. It doesn’t take much for him to take her, capture her mouth and take it hostage. It’s through their kiss that they can speak in a language that’s older than words. It unleashes the primal, unleashes the need to push themselves inside of each other until they stop being two people and become one.
Marshall’s hands are on her, sliding across her skin, feeling the satin-weave negligee fold and shift under his fingers as he finds his favorite places. Neck, shoulders, back, sides, waist, hips, ass. They all mold perfectly against his palms. She was made for him. Fashioned by the Gods themselves to be the missing piece in his puzzle. He knows how clichéd it sounds but it couldn’t be more accurate.
The blood in his body shifts to his cock, making the skin stretch as it hardens, lengthens. It's nature’s strangest masterpiece and it’s craving her. Needing her. Wanting to feel her warm skin start a fire against his own.
“Lily.”
Her name is a sweet moan on his lips and she whimpers against him.
Lily’s arms move to drape around his neck, her leg wraps around his waist - a vine creeping around a tree to find support and life. She feels it too. The passion between them, the desire. Not even the years can take that away from them.
“I think we have too many clothes on,” Lily says, mischief and lust in her voice.
It makes his dick tremble and twitch against the harsh denim of his jeans and it doesn’t take long for her to free him. To pop off the buttons, to unzip the fly, making the metal teeth echo in their semi-quiet living room. He tries to wriggle out of the jeans, making them slide down his thighs, his calves, but the ankles prove to be a problem.
He chuckles, “I think I need to invent removable feet.”
A grin plays at the corners of her lips and a blush colors her cheeks. She can feel the tip of his cock against her thigh and it takes restraint to resist guiding his dagger to her velvet sheath. “But you couldn’t stand without your feet.”
“Oh, I’d find a way to make it work. It’s just convenient for sex, you know?”
“Of course.” His silly inventiveness is just one more reason she loves him. One more reason why that gold band on her finger means more to her than any other promise ever made to her.
He finds the hem of her dress and tugs it over her head, exposing the skin that is imprinted on his memory. He knows each mark, each scar. The birthmark that looks like a crescent moon on her right hip. The rainbow tattoo on the curve of her ass that commemorated a friend’s passing. The fading scar where the sword had pierced her shoulder. The small, purple bruise on her knee that she got playing tag with her students. And each one is cherished for being parts of an awesome whole.
His eyes fall on her breasts, pale globes with cherry-colored nipples. They are nearly erect and begging to be played with. But more inviting than that is her pussy, delicate lips framed by dark curls. The aphrodisiac center of his favorite dessert. It makes him fall to his knees, eager to worship her like the goddess she is.
Lily giggles when his tongue laves across her belly, leaving damp, tingly hairs in its wake. His hands press against the smooth planes of her thighs as he drags his tongue over her clit. She tastes of sugar and spice- honey and cinnamon and vanilla. It intoxicates him, and his teeth nibble gently at the sensitive pearl just so he can have more of a taste. It makes her hips rock, pressing her pelvic mound against his nose.
The music fades into the background and all she hears is the thump-thump of the bass beat, matching the beat of her heart. Her fingers thread into the thick curls of his hair- still damp from the shower he took earlier. She gasps and moans – imagining that the drips of water are still clinging to his flesh, clinging to her flesh.
Marshall’s tongue pistons in and out of her slick hole and her grip on his head tightens. She feels like a hot wire, intensity building inside her core, her spine. It doesn’t take long for her to explode, her orgasm raw and powerful as it coats his tongue, his teeth, his mouth. He takes what he can before ghosting his lips up her glowing body for another kiss. He wants to let her taste her gift, to share in it with him.
Her hands caress his arms, stroking his muscles as their lips continue their dance. He doesn’t even notice that she’s backing him towards the edge of the bed until the metal frame and box spring come in contact with his legs. It’s enough to topple him over and that makes her grin. It’s a bad girl grin; coy and saucy and full of attitude. She wants him to be at her mercy.
“I love you, baby,” Marshall whispers, as she straddles his waist, her thighs pressing against his as she lowers herself on top of him.
“Mmmm, love you too,” Lily says, her breath hitching as her core muscles stretch, widening to accommodate for his length and girth. The music comes back to her, bringing awareness to her lust-fogged brain. The song has changed but the effect on her is still the same. She wants this. Needs this more than ever before.
Saw you lying on the soft bed I had made for you
Words unspoken are the only words I know are true
“So awesome.” Marshall moans, as Lily rocks her hips in a steady rhythm. “Beautifully and breathtakingly awesome.”
Up and down.
Back and forth.
After a few moments, she starts to bounce, flesh slapping against flesh, a steady, staccato beat. His hands find her hips to keep her from falling, to keep them connected. Her back arches and her fingers find her nipples, pinching and tugging at them. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she tries to stop herself from screaming.
Up and down.
Back and forth.
As her muscles clench around him, her fingers leave her breasts to bring nails down into his shoulder as a rushing spasm rocks her world, taking her breath away. It’s the only way she can keep herself steady, only way she can keep herself from drowning in her bliss.
Marshall gasps from the sharp twinge of pain, his grip tightening on her hips as she presses forward and starts to rock her hips again. Lily had always been one to endorse the power of multiple orgasms. She would never settle for a shotgun when she could have a semi-automatic.
Their eyes lock and her hand moves to caress his cheek, warm and comforting as their bodies fuse together. Her pussy sucks him deeper inside, wrapping him in a soft vice. She’s hot and wet and tight. It overloads him, sending his senses into hyperdrive. It’s enough to make him come, viscous fluid coating her satin-soft insides.
“Feels so good,” Lily moans, as another orgasm crashes down on her. Her skin flushes red as she collapses on top of him, snuggling her face into his crook of his neck.
She doesn’t have anything left in her to give and neither does he. For a moment, they lie there in perfect stillness- the strains of music drifting through their ears, their breath heaving and warm against sated flesh. It’s easy to focus on the sensations, to meditate on what they’ve found in each other. To know what it means when two become one.
All I ever wanted was to feel like
I had done something with my life
All I found was you
They don’t talk before falling asleep but they don’t need to. The words they could say probably wouldn’t mean the same as the feeling of being locked in each other’s arms. Big spoon against the little spoon. It’s how they fit.
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on 2009-04-08 01:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2009-04-09 02:50 pm (UTC)And thanks for all your help :)
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on 2009-04-08 01:47 pm (UTC)Great job, honey. I love how with these guys the hot is so sweet.
*squish*
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on 2009-04-09 02:49 pm (UTC)Thanks hun!
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on 2009-04-08 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-04-09 02:49 pm (UTC)I'm thrilled to hear I illustrated it well :)
As I told darlingchaos...I had the idea for this in my head but didn't have the characters quite figured out. I knew it couldn't be Barney or Ted though.
Greatest fic award
on 2009-04-08 10:38 pm (UTC)http://idioticonion.livejournal.com/97493.html
That is all.
Re: Greatest fic award
on 2009-04-09 02:48 pm (UTC)*bg*
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on 2009-04-09 02:45 pm (UTC)There needs to be more of the Lily/Marshall love :)
You've been nominated at the Legendary Awards!
on 2009-06-14 06:13 pm (UTC)All nominations MUST be accepted. You can do so by replying to this comment. You only need accept your nomination once, in the event that your story is up for multiple categories. You have until July 3rd to accept your nomination.
As we have a maximum of two categories a story can compete under, your story may not end up competing under every category it has been nominated for. You will be notified of the mods’ final decision once nominations have been finalized.
This story has been nominated in the following categories:
- Best Smut (Het)
- Best Romance
- Best Marshall
- Best Lily
Congratulations!
And if you want to say thanks, why not spread the love and nominate someone else? :)
Re: You've been nominated at the Legendary Awards!
on 2009-06-14 08:27 pm (UTC)And just let me know, since this was nominated for more than two categories
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on 2010-09-03 05:43 pm (UTC)This was so beautiful and sweet! I love it!
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on 2010-09-03 05:53 pm (UTC)This is one of my most favorite fics.