Title: Anti-Matchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Barney/Robin
Word Count: 535
Disclaimer: Don't own. D: Sad day.
Summary: Barney's making a habit of ruining Robin's dates.
Other Notes: This was written because of idioticonion's prompt "let me make it up to you" on corsettesdrabble-a-thon journal entry on LJ. For the first time in this fandom my mind and my hands rand away with me. :D Hurrah!
His lips travel across the skin of her neck, light and fluttery like they're not even there, and she bites back a gasp as his tongue unexpectedly darts out.
"Barney!" Robin pounds on the door of his apartment angrily, teeth grinding against each other as she hisses out loudly, "I know you're in there, you jackass! Open up!" After a few more moments of silence she jingles her own keys, speaking again a fraction louder: "Ted gave me the extra keys to your apartment! Either you let me in or I let myself in." She pauses before adding for good measure, "Your choice!"
And--aha!--there it is, the sound of the lock clicking and the door opens soon after, a pretending-to-be-tired Barney blinking at her innocently.
His hands run all over her body, exploring every part like he knows exactly where he's going and--oh, god, she's forgotten how good he is at this.
"What is it, Sherbatsky?" he questions with an overly exaggerated yawn as he runs his hand over his face. "Bad date?"
"You should know," Robin accuses flatly, "you're the one who ruined it."
"Me?" He appears affronted as he points at himself and glances around the room. "Why, Robin, I was just sleeping! How could it have possibly been me?"
Robin smirks at him bitterly before fishing through her purse and pulling out her cell; she flips it open and the picture's still on the screen, of Barney's gleeful face as he runs out of the door of the restaurant. She hands it to him and as his face falls she bites out, "Suck it, Stinson."
Grabbing skin, pulling hair. She's beginning to lose herself in him and she wonders if she even wants to be found.
Barney sighs, handing the phone back to her. "Look, I'm sorry, but that guy was an ass. I could tell--I know jerks like him pretty well." His expression softens. "I was just trying to save you the pain of actually having to speak to him more than you had to."
"This is the third time you've done this!" Robin cries in exasperations. "Barney, you can't choose who I date. I'm fully capable of making my own mistakes!"
His expression looks apologetic for a moment more before his familiar, cocky smirk lights it up again. "Let me make it up to you."
She doesn't notice how his eyes glint when he says it and she runs her hand through her hair in frustration. "How? A game of laser tag isn't going to fix this, Barney. You ruined my night."
She doesn't even care anymore--doesn't care that the door is unlocked or that they're on the couch or that the neighbors might hear.
"Oh, trust me," the door shuts as he presses her against it and she blinks in surprise. When did he get so close? When did she come inside? But the thoughts drift away as she sees his face looming over hers, his gaze calculatingly cold yet passionately warm at the same time. "Trust me," he repeats, "I have ways."
She doesn't even have a chance to process his words before his lips come crashing down on hers.