Making Out
Robin thought she knew a little something about kissing.
These last couple of months, despite the perfectly beautiful weather (warm summer rain or bright sunshine) she'd rarely ventured outside of her and Ted's apartment except to work. Keeping nocturnal hours had some benefits. Like when you're in a new-
Whatever this was between her and Barney.
Robin thought she know a little bit about kissing but this was something else.
Lily and Marshall had already given her "the talk". As far as Robin was concerned, that was yet another reason to hide away in her bedroom with Barney. Even despite the fact that her bedroom was starting to, let's be honest, resemble a whore house. When she asked Barney why they never went back to his place, he just rolled his eyes and said: "Scherbatsky, all your stuff is here," as if that answered the question at all.
Boxers and panties were draped from chairs, the end of the bed, piled on the floor. The waste basket was over flowing. And it wasn't the sex exactly…
Okay, the sex was pretty spectacular. They didn't need to define their relationship when the sex was this good.
(as she tried to explain to Marshall and Lily, resulting in an "Ew" and an "And…?" respectively)
But the kissing…?
Robin never remembered the kissing being like this when she and Barney had their one-night-stand.
His lips, firm and teasing, taking her bottom lip into his mouth and sucking. His fingers, ghosting over her bare hip, the sensation somehow more intimate than a hundred clumsier guys going down on her. His eyes, wide and blue and direct.
She's never have characterised Barney as "open" before, but she'd quickly realised that he was incredibly giving. Robin didn't exactly consider herself a kiss-prude. She'd dated more guys than she was proud of. But hell-fire…
His tongue, sliding between her lips, knowing exactly when to demand, to invade, to pull back. His teeth, just grazing, just… there… But never clashing against her own.
They spent way too much time making out. Robin spent way too much time enjoying it.
Not that the… other stuff… wasn't just fine too, thanks. But the kissing.
Lily and Marshall's patience seemed to be wearing thin. "Guys, if you don't start talking and stop-"
Barney grinned at her. "Making out…"
Robin nudged him. "What are you? Twelve?"
"Snogging?"
"British?"
"Playing tonsil tennis?"
She laughed at that one.
"Smooches?"
Robin threw a cushion at him and mimed throwing up.
Lily harrumphed while Marshall gave them both a paternal glare. "At least you've emerged to eat?"
Barney rolled his eyes and grinned at Robin, giving her a wink. "Got to keep our strength up for all the hot and sweaty sex we're having."
Robin rubbed her chin, ignoring the groans. "Speaking of which, I've got some stubble burn here. No shave, no sumthin'-sumthin'!"
Her makeup girl on Come On, Get Up New York was starting to make snide comments about her skin.
Barney ran his tongue over his teeth and leered.
Robin thought she knew something about kissing. Until she spent the summer finding out that she really knew nothing at all.