FIC: A Well-Practiced Intimacy
Title: A Well-Practiced Intimacy
Author: mallory_mike
Pairing: Barney/Robin
Length: 632
Rating: Adult
Summary: Despite his fears, the Barnacle has still got it..
Written For: The Great Smut Duel
One of the skills Barney Stinson had mastered over his many years of awesomeness was the ability to wilfully awaken from a deep sleep. He snorted and lifted his head from the pillow, shaking the fog from his brain. He glanced over to the bedside table. The red display of the digital clock glared back at him. 6:06. Barney winced in disgust. Six minutes later than he intended. His biological clock was getting rusty in his old age.
He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb the still-sleeping figure beside him. He padded over to the bathroom door, brow furrowed.
Old age?
Ha!
That’s a laugh. Barney Stinson was going to be young forever. The light of the bathroom stung his sleep-filled eyes. He squinted into the mirror.
Okay.
Fine.
So what if the laugh lines around his eyes had become more pronounced? Barney ran a hand through his hair. And so what if his temples were going grey, and his hairline was slowly retreating? He was in excellent shape. He puffed out his chest, admiring his still-trim (and currently naked) physique. Yep, for Barney Stinson, 55 was the new 33.
A pair of arms appeared from behind, and slid around his waist, pulling him close. A familiar voice purred in his ear.
“You look good to me,” Robin punctuated her statement with a playful nip to his earlobe. Barney smirked. Leave it to his best friend (sorry Ted), to read his mind like a book. Years ago, a woman knowing him so well would have sent him running, limbs flailing wildly. But...he didn’t mind being so transparent to her. He trembled as Robin kissed his neck.
The arms around his waist tightened, as she pulled him back into the bedroom. As he turned to kiss her, they both tumbled back onto the mattress. Barney peeled back her thin cotton robe, and buried his face in between her breasts, wetly kissing her exposed skin. He ran his hands down the smooth plane of her stomach. Even at 49, Robin Scherbatsky was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with. Her tummy was a bit plumper, and her hips a bit softer...but Barney didn’t care. In fact, he found himself loving this new Robin more and more with every passing year. Fears of sleeping with the same person for the rest of his life proved to be unfounded. The Robin he first fucked all those years ago was a vastly different person to the Robin he was making love to now. Desperate urgency had been replaced with tender passion, for theirs was a well-practiced intimacy.
Robin slipped her right hand down to his slowly hardening organ. Barney mentally grimaced. His....man reactions...weren’t as easy to come by as they had been in the past. A fact that disturbed Barney immensely. But, to her credit, Robin had never mentioned it. She grabbed his cock, and gave it a few hard pulls. The rough stimulation made him groan with pleasure. God, he loved this woman.
Barney lifted his face to hers, capturing her lips with his. He thrust his hips rhythmically into her hand. His fingers trailed down Robin’s inner thigh, lightly brushing past her cunt. Robin cried out in frustration at his teasing, biting his lower lip in protest. Her hand squeezed harder around his now pulsing cock. Sweet, merciful God, he loved this woman.
He hastily pushed Robin’s hand away, using his own hand to position himself against her wet opening. Barney paused, pulling his lips away from hers. He looked her square in the eye.
“I love you.”
Robin gave a throaty chuckle.
“I know. Shut up and fuck me already.”
Goddamn....he loved this woman!
He nodded, eager to please.
“Whatever you say, Scherbatsky-Stinson.”
And with one hard thrust, he was home.