Oh My San Francisco (How I Met Your Mother)(Lily/The San Andreas Fault)
Title: Oh My San Francisco
Fandom: How I Met You Mother
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lily/The San Andreas Fault
Warning: Crack! Plus Pervy!Lily
Disclaimer: Rinse twice, dry clean only.
Summary: The earth moved and she moved with it.
Word Count: 440+
Lily missed floor sex. She missed the thrust of Marshall’s manaconda, the way his fingers slid over her clit as he went down on her cunt. No… she couldn’t have Marshall’s amazing cock because she was an idiot who didn’t realize the gift she had been given. A horny little idiot with a broken vibrator and an itch she just couldn’t scratch.
She hated this dry spell. No orgasm for Sweet Lily Blossom, as Marshall liked to call her pussy. Even her anus was begging for attention and she generally wasn’t into anal unless she had been eating sandwiches. Besides, she usually liked to watch Marshall doll it out, not provide it. Hmmm… maybe Barney would be a good rider. Mmmm… no… no, bad Lily. Damn this city. Damn it.
But the city had unexpected twists and turns as well as the earthquake that struck that afternoon. Lily had been thrown off guard as the surface she was on suddenly vibrated upward into her crotch. Earthquake, her mind supplied and added on helpful, ride that quake… ride him hard and fast.
She slid back onto the bed that was vibrating by and eased her jeans down as quickly as she could. If Marshall wasn’t here, the San Andreas Fault would have to do. Her fingers found her wet folds and pumped away. Lily could hear the panicked screams outside as her other hand rose to her mouth and she lapped at it. She was a sensitive little fuckball that could make Barney look utterly virginal. She wanted it… needed it… craved the vibration.
The bed dumped her onto the floor, fair enough… more vibration. Lily ground her hips into the floorboards, coating them liberally with her juices. She could get used to this rolling fucking quake. She twisted and writhed along the floor, letting the quake take her and caress her, moaning loud and proud. She, Lily, was back in the saddle, riding and twisting, leaping and bucking. Her orgasm rippled through her crotch, up her belly, through her chest, as well as sending shockwaves down her arms and legs.
As soon as it started, the shaking stopped leaving Lily happy and well fucked. Lily attempted to stand, but her legs were too wobbly and she just felt too tired. Only three minutes had passed… had she really been that horny? Such a brief lover San Francisco was, but the city left her warm, sticky and secure. “Mmm… I think I’m warming up to you a little bit,” she mused and pulled an nearby fallen afghan to cover herself up with. “I’m going to take a nap, kay? Wake me up when the aftershock hits.”
Fandom: How I Met You Mother
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Lily/The San Andreas Fault
Warning: Crack! Plus Pervy!Lily
Disclaimer: Rinse twice, dry clean only.
Summary: The earth moved and she moved with it.
Word Count: 440+
Lily missed floor sex. She missed the thrust of Marshall’s manaconda, the way his fingers slid over her clit as he went down on her cunt. No… she couldn’t have Marshall’s amazing cock because she was an idiot who didn’t realize the gift she had been given. A horny little idiot with a broken vibrator and an itch she just couldn’t scratch.
She hated this dry spell. No orgasm for Sweet Lily Blossom, as Marshall liked to call her pussy. Even her anus was begging for attention and she generally wasn’t into anal unless she had been eating sandwiches. Besides, she usually liked to watch Marshall doll it out, not provide it. Hmmm… maybe Barney would be a good rider. Mmmm… no… no, bad Lily. Damn this city. Damn it.
But the city had unexpected twists and turns as well as the earthquake that struck that afternoon. Lily had been thrown off guard as the surface she was on suddenly vibrated upward into her crotch. Earthquake, her mind supplied and added on helpful, ride that quake… ride him hard and fast.
She slid back onto the bed that was vibrating by and eased her jeans down as quickly as she could. If Marshall wasn’t here, the San Andreas Fault would have to do. Her fingers found her wet folds and pumped away. Lily could hear the panicked screams outside as her other hand rose to her mouth and she lapped at it. She was a sensitive little fuckball that could make Barney look utterly virginal. She wanted it… needed it… craved the vibration.
The bed dumped her onto the floor, fair enough… more vibration. Lily ground her hips into the floorboards, coating them liberally with her juices. She could get used to this rolling fucking quake. She twisted and writhed along the floor, letting the quake take her and caress her, moaning loud and proud. She, Lily, was back in the saddle, riding and twisting, leaping and bucking. Her orgasm rippled through her crotch, up her belly, through her chest, as well as sending shockwaves down her arms and legs.
As soon as it started, the shaking stopped leaving Lily happy and well fucked. Lily attempted to stand, but her legs were too wobbly and she just felt too tired. Only three minutes had passed… had she really been that horny? Such a brief lover San Francisco was, but the city left her warm, sticky and secure. “Mmm… I think I’m warming up to you a little bit,” she mused and pulled an nearby fallen afghan to cover herself up with. “I’m going to take a nap, kay? Wake me up when the aftershock hits.”