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snoggedTitle: Every Little Thing She Does
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.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; implied sexual situations
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Xander, Willow/Tara.
Summary: Set in my magic'verse :). It probably helps if you've read "Full of Surprises" and "You Know, It's Magic."
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sionnach_ayame
Word Count: 332
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: I'm sorry it's not real smutty but I really liked how this turned out so I hope that helps.
It didn’t take long for Willow to figure out that Barney Stinson’s apartment wasn’t quite normal. It wasn’t that it was creepy or possessed or had some random poltergeist floating around it. It was more that it was tricked out with the finest technology and contained its own porn store. He had a green screen, video cameras, twenty shelves of porn, and a bondage closet that would make her doppelganger squirm with pleasure.
But what really intrigued her was the small walk-in closet that was wall-to-wall costumes. Ninjas, robots, fighter pilots, even an Abraham Lincoln hat. But there were costumes for women too. Naughty nurses, slutty cheerleaders, purring cat girls. Her eyes were most drawn, though, to the Amazon Warrior Princess. It was an exact replica of the outfit that had made Xena’s fierce image a fixture on Xander’s wall throughout their childhood.
The costume slid off the hanger and into her hands. She had tried to be Xena for Halloween once. A pathetic attempt to capture Xander’s attention but he hadn’t noticed. But she bet that Barney would notice if she walked out in this. He was so good at noticing her. At seeing her for who she was. He saw her the same way Tara did.
The leather felt smooth and snug against her skin, a perfect fit. And the grunt of appreciation behind her made her realize she didn’t have to wait.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Barney whispered, complete reverence in his tone. “But you know that’s just gonna come off again, right?”
Willow grinned, pride flashing in her green eyes. “You know it doesn’t have too…” She spread her legs and bent over, letting Barney get a peek of her naked rear. Barney exhaled sharply and closed the distance between them.
Why did she make it so damn easy to reconsider the idea that a woman needs bigger boobs in order to get fucked the second time around? Maybe it was because every little thing she did was magic.
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.
Rating/Warning: FRM/R; implied sexual situations
Pairing: Barney Stinson/Willow Rosenberg, implied Willow/Xander, Willow/Tara.
Summary: Set in my magic'verse :). It probably helps if you've read "Full of Surprises" and "You Know, It's Magic."
Requested by
sionnach_ayameWord Count: 332
Beta: None. Please let me know if you spot spelling and/or grammar errors.
A/N: I'm sorry it's not real smutty but I really liked how this turned out so I hope that helps.
It didn’t take long for Willow to figure out that Barney Stinson’s apartment wasn’t quite normal. It wasn’t that it was creepy or possessed or had some random poltergeist floating around it. It was more that it was tricked out with the finest technology and contained its own porn store. He had a green screen, video cameras, twenty shelves of porn, and a bondage closet that would make her doppelganger squirm with pleasure.
But what really intrigued her was the small walk-in closet that was wall-to-wall costumes. Ninjas, robots, fighter pilots, even an Abraham Lincoln hat. But there were costumes for women too. Naughty nurses, slutty cheerleaders, purring cat girls. Her eyes were most drawn, though, to the Amazon Warrior Princess. It was an exact replica of the outfit that had made Xena’s fierce image a fixture on Xander’s wall throughout their childhood.
The costume slid off the hanger and into her hands. She had tried to be Xena for Halloween once. A pathetic attempt to capture Xander’s attention but he hadn’t noticed. But she bet that Barney would notice if she walked out in this. He was so good at noticing her. At seeing her for who she was. He saw her the same way Tara did.
The leather felt smooth and snug against her skin, a perfect fit. And the grunt of appreciation behind her made her realize she didn’t have to wait.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Barney whispered, complete reverence in his tone. “But you know that’s just gonna come off again, right?”
Willow grinned, pride flashing in her green eyes. “You know it doesn’t have too…” She spread her legs and bent over, letting Barney get a peek of her naked rear. Barney exhaled sharply and closed the distance between them.
Why did she make it so damn easy to reconsider the idea that a woman needs bigger boobs in order to get fucked the second time around? Maybe it was because every little thing she did was magic.
