The Naked Man had always been one of Barney's personal favorite tricks. And Robin, he knew, almost always fell under its spell. But how could she not? It may not have been the most creative one in the book, but it surely won her over each time.
He could easily recall the particular time during which he had come home, only to find Robin comfortably sprawled on his couch, wearing only an olive green jacket with nothing more underneath, and how he had so truly appreciated that moment for the life of him.
Shouldn't he repay the favor?
Inventing new Naked Man poses was not necessarily easy, but it sure wasn't difficult it took really was skill in the art of quick seduction- something that Barney specialized exclusively in.
He peered at himself in the bathroom mirror, primping his hair to look as good as possible. When he found it suitable, he smiled coyly at his reflection, then winked. It was showtime.
Loosening his collar, the first accessory off his body was his white shirt, which met the floor briefly. Following, he undid his belt buckle, letting both the belt itself and the slacks collide with the cold tiles below his feet. And finally, off came the boxers, landing atop the pile of shed clothes he stood in.
Glancing down briefly, a brilliant idea concerning a post began forming in his mind. And what a hot one it was…
Robin would be arriving home any minute. The only thing he had left to do now was wait patiently for her. And fortunately, he had little waiting to do, since before he knew it, the sound of a key clicking into a keyhole could be heard, and the door swung open as Robin entered.
Upon noticing Barney, she quite literally dropped everything.
"What up, Scherbatsky," he greeted her, grinning that familiarly rakish grin of his.
Robin had only been shocked by the suddenness of the Naked Man about two times before. This however, took the cake, but in a good way. The only articles of clothing adorning her husband's body were a singular silky black bow tie tied around his neck, bearing him a resemblance to a caddish Chippendale stripper or something of the sort, and where he stood, proud as ever, a large black top hat was hung between his legs.
Robin smiled back at Barney's salaciously attractive display. "If this was, you know, by any chance a contest of some sort repaying that whole jacket thing I set up for you a while ago, then…I'd say you won it, Stinson."
With a playful cocking of his head, the only words Barney responded with were, "Of course I did. I mean…" He gestured to his mostly nude body. "The Naked Man. Works 2 out of 3 times."
"Indeed it does," Robin replied, making her way over to Barney as he teasingly undid his bow tie, following then with the hat, which hit the floor with a loud thud.
Who knew hats could be so sexy?
