I said I might continue this, so here I am doing just that. Obviously this ignores the finale (although one day I will get round to writing something finale-based), and is random future B/R drabbles. Enjoy!

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October 2014

He tries to concentrate on work, but the fact that his wife is coming home today after five weeks spent in a crap part of the world which isn't NYC, isn't half distracting.

9am- She'll be in the airport. 11am- She'll be on the plane. 12pm- she'll be over the Atlantic. 4pm-She'll have landed. 5pm- She'll be home.

Barney gets home from the office at twenty to six, calling her name as he rushes into the apartment. She doesn't reply so he checks through the rest of the apartment, finding her asleep on their bed. Marshall would probably stall for a moment and think how cute and pretty his wife looks or something, but Barney simply hurls off his jacket and leaps onto the bed next to her.

She can feel someone's tongue on her face and weight on her body as she opens her eyes. Her husband is hovering over her with his mouth suckered to her face, rubbing himself against her like a randy dog.

"Mm- hey," she mumbles, pushing his face away from hers.

"Hey. Oh, thank God," he breathes as he kisses her again.

"Give me a sec," she mutters, "How are you?"

"Awesome. 'Specially now," he grins, "Living on porn for five weeks gets tedious,"

Robin laughs and pulls him down for another kiss, wrapping her legs round his hips.

Barney growls happily. "God, I missed you,"

"Me, or this?" she says, sliding her hand down his back.

"Both. But mostly this," he admits cheekily.

"Obviously,"

His hands are on her waist, and he can't help but notice, "You feel thin,"

"You know what it's like being abroad; food's different. I didn't eat much. And you feel heavy,"

Barney stops, beams, and rolls off her.

"Your absence meant that I couldn't relieve tension in my favourite way, and as for my second-favourite way- too much porn gets depressing after a couple of weeks if you're not having actual sex. So I've been hitting the gym more. Check this out,"

He unbuttons his shirt, revealing an impressively toned torso.

"Wow," Robin breathes, reaching out to trace the lines on his chest.

"Right," Barney agrees, incredibly pleased with himself, "I've been doing more weight-training as well. Wanna see the guns?"

"Hell yeah,"

Barney's never been skinny like Ted, but he isn't naturally muscly either. She's always found it sweet how hard he works on his body.

He makes a big show of taking shirt off and stretching. Then he tenses his bicep weight-lifter style.

"Wow," she repeats, ogling.

"Knew you'd appreciate these bad boys,"

He tenses his other arm to match, and Robin stares for a second longer before leaping on him; kissing and tracing and licking and squeezing all those new muscles, running her hands all over him. Barney grunts happily for a while before regaining enough clarity of thought to be able to mutter a few dirty encouragements (once, she mentioned to him how good he is at sex talk. It inflated his head even more, but right now she's glad of it).

There's a couple of thuds as Barney's shoes land on the floor, and his hands are busy with her blouse buttons and he's nibbling her jaw- but then he stops abruptly.

"Can we skip this part?" Barney gabbles, fumbling in his pocket for a condom, "I need to be inside you, like right now, and surely all the Skype sex counts as five weeks of foreplay?"

"Do what you want, Barney, just keep touching me," Robin says carelessly, pulling him back down on top of her.

"That is the best thing anyone's ever said to me," he proclaims, unsuccessfully attempting to grinding on her while unbuckling his belt.

"That's not going to work, idiot. Just get undressed,"

"Ooh, that's gotta be in the top ten things anyone's ever said to-"

"Oh, shut up,"

…before you ask, yes I did write Barney as really muscly in this chapter to help me get over how gaunt he looks in Hedwig ;-)

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