A simple one-shot on Barney and Robin. What else can I say? Enjoy reading it.
P.S.: Please don't mind mistakes; I wrote this late at night...
No other woman has ever worn a summer dress better than her. He cuddled her from her back, surrounding her hips with his arms and supported the chin over her shoulder while looking at their reflection in the mirror. He then looked for her eyes on the reflection. His lips drew a quick smile as she smiled too, lowering the look to the ground, flattered.
The feminine perfume scent of a refreshing and energetic floral entered his nostrils and owned his attention and sold his soul, already sold out way before that moment. Tommy Girl, he thought, closing the eyes, inhaling it again. After dozens of times of feeling that perfume on women, and dozens more of hearing its description, he couldn't forget it. But he had to admit, no other women had worn it better than her.
He placed a kiss on her neck at the same time as she put the hands over the dresser. His lips helped the strap of the dress slipped slowly down her shoulder as he trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulder. She turned around, giving two steps behind, leaning on the edge of the dresser. She focused on his eyes. She had change him so much, and so helplessly. He aspired to be a better man; he felt he needed to change. Some things of his life are now faced in a new point of view…and they like it.
She put her left arm around his neck and her right hand caressed his coat's lapel as he leaned over her and reached for her lips. They rubbed on each other, but then the two broke it into a deep kiss. Her hand got his and she took it to her thigh. His hand ran up her leg, his hand on her exposed skin, until she broke the kiss and let the dress fall to her feet, revealing her underwear.
A few steps back and they were on the edge of the bed. He turned her around, and right before kneeling in the between of her hips, he got rid of the jacket and let his body fall over hers, softly. While they were kissing her hands were pulling his shirt off his pants. When the air was running out, he took a second to breathe and ripped off the tie as she pulled the shirt and the buttons fell inaudibly over the bed sheets.
She bite his ear lobe and taking advantage of the two seconds of his weakness, she rolled over him and assumed control. Her hair brushed his chest, now undressed, while kissing him, feeling his muscles contracting in every kiss she was delivering. She pulled his pants off and he sat at the bed, beckoning her. When she lay over his body again, he turned over her and both got under the sheets.
They have been together like this, more than once, but not like this. There wasn't a single thing that was being thought, there was not a single thing that was being asked. They were delivering one to another exactly what they needed. She felt more alive and her cheek gained a redness color when their chest touched, skin to skin, without any piece of clothe between them. Suddenly the world ceased to move, to produce the least noise, ceased to be heard and didn't even dare to feel breathing around them two. After it, both surrendered to sleep.
He rubbed the eyes and begged to himself for that hadn't just been a dream. His clothes were on the ground, so as a summer white dress. He smiled; she was still next to him. And she was as much awake as he was. She laid face up like him and they exchange a glance by the corner of the eyes. She dragged her body a little bit closer to his and he pulled her to his chest. This was something they never thought of doing before. Not with them or anybody else. When she laid her head over his chest, he kissed her upon the head and whispered, muffled by her hair.
"I think I've been in love with you all along…"
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