Title: Badass Flavored Sugar
Author: OboeShoes
Fandom: HIMYM
Pairings/Characters: Marshall/Lily
Ratings/Warnings: PG-13/R-ish. Spoilers for 4x10 'The Fight'
Wordcount: 520-ish
Summary: Lily did a great job of hiding it until they were in the cab...
Note: Reposted from LJ, username oboeshoes ^^

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Lily's hostility towards Robin's lusting prompted the jobless news anchor to reluctantly change directions. She settled for getting Ted steadied on his feet then decided he needed help back up to their apartment. Barney seemed oddly eager to assist, too, if only to use it as an excuse to be in close contact with Robin. Lily hooked an arm around her husband's waist and led him to hail a cab, gently admonishing his behavior. Short minutes later the car had barely pulled away from the curb at McLaren's when Marshall pointed to Lily's bare legs in vague curiosity, "Baby, weren't you wearing leggings when we left?"

"God, Marshall!"

Marshall hardly had time to register anything else before his face was yanked downwards to meet Lily's searing kiss. He sputtered incoherencies before briefly giving in to his wife's sudden passionate assault.

"You were such a manly beast back there, I want you right here, Right. Now," Lily growled against his lips as fire raced through her veins, fingers gripping his recently shortened locks (a look she appreciated) to keep him close. The voice of reason in Marshall's head made a feeble attempt at fighting the renewed adrenaline rush and his determined wife. At least until they got home.

"But fighting's—" Her teeth released his lower lip as their tongues warred again. His traitorous hands helped her swing her leg over both of his so she straddled him in the back seat of the yellow taxi.

"I married a certified badass," she moaned, becoming more persistent.

"Bu--- mmm!—Lil, baby, the driver—"

"He drives a cab in New York, he's seen worse," and she shut him up with another fierce kiss, one hand clawing down his chest until it reached his waistband. She quickly undid his belt, button, and fly. A voice in the back of his mind ordered him not to Ted-out. Lily's next moves made any and all mental voices mute, and he let the fresh adrenaline and primal desire consume him.

They were still twelve blocks from their apartment when the cab came to a halt at an intersection. The pile-up that had happened forty-five minutes ago was still being cleared from the streets. It would take at least another fifteen minutes until they were home. Both of them were breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together, still floating on the high they'd just reached. His hands ran possessively over her hips, and her nails remained latched into his shoulders. If he hadn't been wearing his sweater, Lily was sure her nails would've left marks. After all, she had stopped biting them.

They shared a long scorching kiss. Her hands slid from his shoulders, down his arms then back up. She grinned hungrily. "Wanna do it again?"

"Please don't," the cabbie called back pleadingly.

Lily growled and planted one last smoldering kiss on her husband before unstraddling him. Marshall kept one arm around her, slowly tickling her waist with his fingers as she straightened her blouse and glared daggers at the uneasy man in the front seat. The driver couldn't tell who it was that muttered darkly, "Ranjit wouldn't have cared."