HIMYM: Sizzle (Barney/Lily) FRAO/NC-17
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snoggedTitle: Sizzle
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Lily/Barney
Word Count: 1022
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; adult language, explicit sex
Setting: Season 5 - set somewhere in the realm of "Bagpipes"
Summary: Lily has the best husband ever.
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idioticonion. All other mistakes are mine.
A/N: Written my Barney/Lily Ladies. You know who you are!
Lily’s day had started out like any other.
The alarm clock had beeped no more than four times before she crawled out of the comforts of her nice, warm bed. She had found her favorite skirt and had wiggled her way into it, extremely conscious of how fabulous it made her ass look. From there, she had gone to the kitchen and instantly had her nostrils assaulted by the rich smell of already brewing coffee and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the fryer. A half a dozen steps in the other direction had led her to bump into her husband, already dressed and looking sexy as hell leaning against their kitchen counter.
She flashed him a grin and gave him a kiss on the cheek, murmuring: “Best. Husband. Ever.”
He didn’t respond with words, didn’t even respond with the smirk she had grown so used to seeing on his face. Instead, he spun her around, pinning her between his body and the edge of the countertop, his hands gripping her hips. Her breasts heaved against the hard planes of his chest as she looked at him through hooded eyes. Already, she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her hip and a whimper escaped her lips.
“You’re calling in sick today.”
It was an order, not a request. And God, did she ever love it when he got dominant with her.
The eggs, left ignored in the frying pan, sizzled and crackled again. She didn’t even need to stand next to the oven to feel the heat they produced; she could feel that same heat between her own thighs. “But baby…”
His mouth descended on hers, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, effectively silencing her protests. He was clearly not going to take no for an answer. As her insanely gorgeous husband continued to suck the breath from her, Lily placed her palms on the counter for purchase. He, of course, took that as a cue to push things further and his hands skated from her hips to her ass. In one smooth movement, he lifted her up onto the counter and then he slid his hands down the outside of her thighs before they came to rest on her knees.
“Spread for me,” he said as his thumbs slipped under the hem of her skirt, moving in concentric circles over the small dent in her legs where the muscles intersected with the joints. “Show me how much you want this.”
Crackle.
Lily did as he requested and was rewarded quickly as his fingers caressed her bare sex, stimulating the pearl that was never inclined to stay hidden for long. Even before they had tied the knot, no panties had been his number one rule for her and she didn’t mind one iota. It made her feel dangerous, made her feel sexy. It made her feel open, feel vulnerable, feel loved.
“Good girl,” he replied as he continued to stroke her, exploring her most intimate areas, prepping her for the inevitable.
Lily’s eyes fell close as she focused on the sensations created by his teasing, feeling the urgency to have more of him inside her. She wanted more than just fingers. She wanted to be stretched beyond her limits. She wanted his cock buried inside her, wanted to feel the power of each thrust, wanted to feel the familiar coil of lust overtaking her, wanted it to never stop.
Sizzle.
As if he could read her mind, the clicking sound of a zipper being undone filled her ears and she groaned softly as he withdrew his fingers.
“Baby…”
“Open you eyes, Lily. Want you to watch this,” he ordered, dragging the bulbous head of his cock across her thigh. Lily’s eyes snapped open and a gasp caught in her throat at the sight of him. It didn’t matter how many times she saw it. His erection always turned her on, always made her feel dizzy and insane with lust. It was just that magnificent.
Rolling her hips forward to make it easier for him to access her, Lily scraped her teeth across her bottom lip, waiting for him to make that initial move. Not one to disappoint, he lined himself with her hole and guided himself inside. Mewling in pleasure, Lily gripped his shoulders as he started thrusting.
Hiss.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see wisps of smoke billowing from the frying pan but she was too distracted by what he was doing to say anything, too distracted to worry about the consequences, too wrapped up in what him to leave her lustful oblivion for something other than.
As his pace increased, her breathing became more labored and her moans became louder. Any second she would crash, any second she would fall, any second she would…
Beep. Beep.
A blissful cry erupted from her throat as pleasure-induced spasms rocked through her body, creating an orgasm that crashed through her like a bolt of electricity. At the exact same moment the smoke detector went off. “Fuck…”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Lily blinked twice and looked down at her hand, immediately wondering where the spatula had come from and curious to know why she was no longer sitting on the counter top. She had absolutely no recollection of turning the stove on or cracking the eggs. The way she remembered it was Barney had…
Looking up from the stove, she saw Marshall coming at her with the fire extinguisher, ready for action.
“Lily…,” he said, as he flipped off the burners and sprayed down the stove, effectively saving the day but unfortunately killing breakfast. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Lily replied softly, allowing Marshall to embrace her.
For the most part, she was fine. Except for the part where she was no longer going to get drunk at MacLaren’s with Robin. All that did was cause trouble. All that did was cause her to think about Barney fueling her lustful fire instead of Marshall.
It was very clear to her that thinking lusty thoughts about Barney was a surefire recipe for disaster. And it could never happen again.
Author: snogged
Disclaimer: Carter Bays and Craig Thomas own How I Met Your Mother. I don’t. Please don’t sue.
Pairing: Lily/Barney
Word Count: 1022
Rating/Warnings: FRAO/NC-17; adult language, explicit sex
Setting: Season 5 - set somewhere in the realm of "Bagpipes"
Summary: Lily has the best husband ever.
Beta:
idioticonion. All other mistakes are mine.A/N: Written my Barney/Lily Ladies. You know who you are!
Lily’s day had started out like any other.
The alarm clock had beeped no more than four times before she crawled out of the comforts of her nice, warm bed. She had found her favorite skirt and had wiggled her way into it, extremely conscious of how fabulous it made her ass look. From there, she had gone to the kitchen and instantly had her nostrils assaulted by the rich smell of already brewing coffee and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the fryer. A half a dozen steps in the other direction had led her to bump into her husband, already dressed and looking sexy as hell leaning against their kitchen counter.
She flashed him a grin and gave him a kiss on the cheek, murmuring: “Best. Husband. Ever.”
He didn’t respond with words, didn’t even respond with the smirk she had grown so used to seeing on his face. Instead, he spun her around, pinning her between his body and the edge of the countertop, his hands gripping her hips. Her breasts heaved against the hard planes of his chest as she looked at him through hooded eyes. Already, she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her hip and a whimper escaped her lips.
“You’re calling in sick today.”
It was an order, not a request. And God, did she ever love it when he got dominant with her.
The eggs, left ignored in the frying pan, sizzled and crackled again. She didn’t even need to stand next to the oven to feel the heat they produced; she could feel that same heat between her own thighs. “But baby…”
His mouth descended on hers, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, effectively silencing her protests. He was clearly not going to take no for an answer. As her insanely gorgeous husband continued to suck the breath from her, Lily placed her palms on the counter for purchase. He, of course, took that as a cue to push things further and his hands skated from her hips to her ass. In one smooth movement, he lifted her up onto the counter and then he slid his hands down the outside of her thighs before they came to rest on her knees.
“Spread for me,” he said as his thumbs slipped under the hem of her skirt, moving in concentric circles over the small dent in her legs where the muscles intersected with the joints. “Show me how much you want this.”
Crackle.
Lily did as he requested and was rewarded quickly as his fingers caressed her bare sex, stimulating the pearl that was never inclined to stay hidden for long. Even before they had tied the knot, no panties had been his number one rule for her and she didn’t mind one iota. It made her feel dangerous, made her feel sexy. It made her feel open, feel vulnerable, feel loved.
“Good girl,” he replied as he continued to stroke her, exploring her most intimate areas, prepping her for the inevitable.
Lily’s eyes fell close as she focused on the sensations created by his teasing, feeling the urgency to have more of him inside her. She wanted more than just fingers. She wanted to be stretched beyond her limits. She wanted his cock buried inside her, wanted to feel the power of each thrust, wanted to feel the familiar coil of lust overtaking her, wanted it to never stop.
Sizzle.
As if he could read her mind, the clicking sound of a zipper being undone filled her ears and she groaned softly as he withdrew his fingers.
“Baby…”
“Open you eyes, Lily. Want you to watch this,” he ordered, dragging the bulbous head of his cock across her thigh. Lily’s eyes snapped open and a gasp caught in her throat at the sight of him. It didn’t matter how many times she saw it. His erection always turned her on, always made her feel dizzy and insane with lust. It was just that magnificent.
Rolling her hips forward to make it easier for him to access her, Lily scraped her teeth across her bottom lip, waiting for him to make that initial move. Not one to disappoint, he lined himself with her hole and guided himself inside. Mewling in pleasure, Lily gripped his shoulders as he started thrusting.
Hiss.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see wisps of smoke billowing from the frying pan but she was too distracted by what he was doing to say anything, too distracted to worry about the consequences, too wrapped up in what him to leave her lustful oblivion for something other than.
As his pace increased, her breathing became more labored and her moans became louder. Any second she would crash, any second she would fall, any second she would…
Beep. Beep.
A blissful cry erupted from her throat as pleasure-induced spasms rocked through her body, creating an orgasm that crashed through her like a bolt of electricity. At the exact same moment the smoke detector went off. “Fuck…”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Lily blinked twice and looked down at her hand, immediately wondering where the spatula had come from and curious to know why she was no longer sitting on the counter top. She had absolutely no recollection of turning the stove on or cracking the eggs. The way she remembered it was Barney had…
Looking up from the stove, she saw Marshall coming at her with the fire extinguisher, ready for action.
“Lily…,” he said, as he flipped off the burners and sprayed down the stove, effectively saving the day but unfortunately killing breakfast. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Lily replied softly, allowing Marshall to embrace her.
For the most part, she was fine. Except for the part where she was no longer going to get drunk at MacLaren’s with Robin. All that did was cause trouble. All that did was cause her to think about Barney fueling her lustful fire instead of Marshall.
It was very clear to her that thinking lusty thoughts about Barney was a surefire recipe for disaster. And it could never happen again.
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