Chapter 8- Fireworks
The evening has been incredible. It is by far the most romantic date she's ever been on, which surprises the hell out of her coming from Barney. She doesn't understand how she is feeling. If Ted had taken her on this date, she would have scoffed. But somehow, it makes her see a whole different side of Barney than she could have imagined. He's a closet romantic, right down to the cheesy kiss in front of the fireworks. But there was something about doing it with him that made it incredible in a way that wouldn't have been with anyone else. And that kiss. Man, that kiss. Really, all the kisses of that night. She'd been kissed by Barney in a dream before, but it was never anything like that. The passion in the kiss, it almost made her orgasm on the spot, if that was even possible.
After resting on his shoulder on the way home, they arrived back to the apartment, still Brianna-less. She wonders why they didn't pick her up on their way back, but after Barney gently cups the back of her head and pulls her into a gentle kiss, she understands.
He's going to let her win. They're going to have sex.
She can start to feel the anticipation rumble low in her stomach as he kisses her. This is really happening. She's going to have sex with Barney. She could try to convince herself that this is just some really long dream, but she knows it's not. She's been here too long, and everything feels so real.
Her heart is pounding, sending blood to places further south, making her want this even more than she already did.
Barney slowly and tentatively brushes his hand up her right side, following the still-clothed contours of her body, and she shivers in delight. All of this is much better than she imagined. If it is this good with clothes on, how is it going to feel when she's naked?
Suddenly, her primal need to have him takes over. She reaches out for his tie, grabbing the knot, and pulling it out as hard and as fast as she can. He slowly pushes her away, and forces her to look him in the eyes.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.
She stares into his crystal blue eyes and nods. "Prove what you said to me the other night at the bar," she murmurs.
"Huh?" He pulls away and questions, confused, because they weren't at the bar since she's been here.
"Sorry my other night," she utters once she sees his confusion. "Do you remember when you had that girl stalking you, Marshall and Ted stole Lily's chalkboard, and we made a bracket on it of the girls that could have been stalking you?"
He nods, remembering that night. It seems like such a long time ago for him, almost in another universe. A universe where he didn't have Robin, where she was unattainable. When he looks back on it now, he knows he loved her back then. It's part of what makes him remember that night so clearly.
She was the pawn in their set-up. Barney was allowed to hit on her, allowed to touch her, in a way he never would have been allowed otherwise. However, he hadn't been expecting her to ask him what he says to the women he gets to sleep with him. The thing was, at the time, he couldn't tell her that. There was no one thing he said to women. They always wanted to go home with him. He didn't have to work to get them. At that point in time, she was the only girl that he ever had to try to get into bed, and up until that point, he had been failing.
So that night, he just made up the first thing that came to mind. He told her what it would be like if she finally gave in. He doesn't remember exactly what he said to her, but he knows that what he's done with her now far outshines whatever he said that night. He does remember, though, that it was dirty and depraved.
"Are you sure that's what you want? You want it rough?"
"Yeah," she mutters, barely able to let out a breath. She does. She wants him in the way she's imagined it. Strong, rough, with the stamina to outlast everyone she's been with by tenfold.
He finally lets her go, and she quickly moves her hands back to his tie. He grabs the back of her head with both of his hands, bringing her lips towards his. Their lips crash together in fervor, and she finds herself helpless against his imploring tongue, along with the clichéd weak in the knees she's never believed in.
He breaks off the kiss, shrugs off his coat, and pulls her back towards their bedroom. He is pulling her so fast, that she has to run in her heels to keep up with him.
As they get to the door, he pulls her close, spins her around, and pushes her back to lay on the bed. To him, it reminds him of that one forbidden night together, but he pushes that out of his mind. He can't help but be thankful that this Robin has absolutely no memory of that night and the horrible nights that followed. And if he has anything to say about it, she's never finding out either.
He climbs on the bed to straddle her, and kisses her like his life depends on it. She reaches her arms up to undo the buttons on his shirt. She undoes them all, as he continues to passionate kiss her. She wonders if the skill with which she does this is really muscle memory, because there is no way she could really be this in sync with Barney.
She gets to the last button and reaches immediately for his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants. She pulls his shirt out from where it is tucked in. He breaks away from her to stand, removing his shirt in the process and throwing it across the room she watches as his perfectly sculpted abs and chest come into view, but she sees something else. Something she's never seen before, even though he's seen him without a shirt on a few times before.
She sees scars.
The jagged lines across his side turn her on. It scares her how much it makes her want him, that somehow her lust for him is being amped up even more by her brain. She doesn't particularly care about how he got them either, until her eyes travel to his arm.
"What is this?" she asks, pointing at the long straight scar, one that is definitely from a surgery.
"I don't want to talk about it," he brushes off. There is absolutely no way he wants to go there with her.
"It's just I haven't seen it before," she adds. She can tell he is being evasive, and it bothers her slightly. Why would he need to hide scars? And why are the scars really there?
"You wouldn't have. It's from a long time ago," he tries to explain. "I really don't want to talk about it," he insists. "Maybe sometime, but not right now."
"No Barney, I've seen you without a shirt on before, and I've never seen these," she continues to press.
"I said I don't want to talk about it," he defends angrily, climbing back onto the bed with her.
"Sorry," she apologizes meekly. "I shouldn't have asked." They sit in silence, not even touching. She wonders why she had to ruin it. She was so close to what she wanted, but she struck a nerve, and she has no idea why. "Are you sure you are ok? There aren't any negative side effects?" she questions.
He sighs. He still doesn't want to go there; he doesn't want to explain the whole story, especially right now. He figures he can at least give her this answer.
"No. I'm just fine," he answers, and for the sake of getting back to business he adds, "and I would get them again, because they were the best thing to ever happen to me."
She stares at him. It seems like such a weird thing to say. She can tell by his reaction that whatever happened to him was not something he likes to talk about, but it makes it even more confusing as to why he would want that to happen again.
He can understand that she is confused, but he means it. That moment was when he knew that he loved her. If he didn't have those scars, she might not even be here. He might still be single and hitting on bimbos at the bar. The thought of that existence makes him want to pull her close and never let her go.
"I'm sorry," he amends, grabbing her hand in his to comfort her. "I didn't even think about the fact that you wouldn't know about this. I promise I will talk about it sometime, but not right now. I don't want to ruin the mood." She breathes deeply, trying to take it all in. It's one of those moments where she notices she is in the presence of a very different version of Barney. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
She continues to stare straight ahead for a minute before looking him in the eyes. "I do. I've actually wanted you for a while now." He can't help but be shocked. In all the years they've been together, she never admitted that she actually wanted him at that time. She kept turning him down back then, but he always thought that it was about him. "I've always been attracted to you. I just didn't want things to get awkward. I didn't want Ted to freak out." He chuckles out loud, eliciting a bit of a glare from her. That has to be the understatement of the year. If she only knew, he thinks. "But yet, I want you," she continues. "I want you to show me. Prove what you said to me."
"Oh I'll prove it," he murmurs seductively, pulling her back up to a sitting position, and reaching behind her to unzip her dress. He bends his mouth down to nibble at the spot on her neck he knows drives her crazy. He hears her moan in delight, and he knows, that even though she might not remember them, she is still the same person. She has the ability to become the woman he loves. In many ways, she still is the sexy, strong, independent woman that he loves.
Robin, on the other hand, can't think about anything. She's hardly had anyone find this spot on her neck, let alone focus on it like this. It draws so much attention away from her surroundings that she doesn't even feel him drag the top of her dress down to her waist. The next thing she knows, she is running her fingers through his hair, as his tongue follows the lace edges of her bra.
Before she's knows it, she is up on her knees, and he's pulling her dress over her head, leaving her in the sexy lingerie she put on earlier.
"You little minx," he mutters. She looks as smoldering as ever, but he can't believe that she dressed like that. Her entire plan had been to seduce him, and she told him earlier that she wants it rough. She wants the stories he used to tell her, about how he rocked girls' worlds. He can rock her world more than any of those girls combined with just a normal day, but she has no idea. If rough is what she wants though, that's what she's going to get. There can be time later for the sweet and tender that he knows she also likes. He doesn't have to do everything at once.
To Robin, the way he says those words, the way his voice grumbles, shoots through her in the same way his words at the bar did a few days earlier. She runs her hands over his smooth chest, while leaning into kiss him, admiring his muscles in a way she never thought she'd be allowed too. She lets them slide down his body to his waist, enjoying the mumble coming from his lips. She feels in control of the situation in a way. She always expected him to be the one in control, to be the sex god, but the way she has him reacting just to her touch, proves that wrong entirely. He's letting her get to him. But at the same time, the fact that he is submitting to her this much bothers her. It makes her feel vulnerable, not in a bad way, but vulnerable nonetheless.
He senses her hesitation yet again, and he can't blame her. He remembers just how nervous they both were their first time together. Of course, back then, neither one of them knew the other well enough to tell, and they were drunk enough not to let it hinder them, but it had been there. That point right before they were completely naked, yet dressed and thoroughly making out, the awkwardness was there.
Somehow, he knows that the best thing for her in this moment is for him to take over, to let this be just about sex, as much as he might want it to be about his love for her and showing him what a romantic and loving husband he can be.
He backs away from her and slides his remaining clothing off of his hips. Robin can't believe her eyes. In all her dreams before, naked Barney had a very specific look to him. Her imagination had sculpted him in a way that most women would faint. But this time, he looked different. He was still incredibly hot, but he looked more human than she would have imagined. And he wasn't as large as she would have expected. Not that he was small, by any means, but by the way he bragged, she had been expecting something different.
She tries her hardest to block out of her mind why he looks different this time. She really doesn't want to deal with the concept of fantasy vs. reality right now. She wants to live in the moment, and forget every weird thing that is going on right now. Because regardless of how he looks compared to what she knows, he's still incredibly hot, dare she say, one of the hottest men she's ever been with.
He climbs back on to the bed with her, just wondering just how this is going to go. He realizes that she blanked out seconds ago, staring at him. He left her stare. He didn't try to break her out of her silence, because in no way does he want to rush her into anything. He wants her to want this. Still, it's hard for him, and no, not just in that way. He wants to help her through this. He wants to help her get used to the idea of them being a couple.
So when she pushes him down on the bed and straddles him seconds later, he's more than shocked. It's almost as if there are two different personalities in her. The one that is very much her 2008 self and still scared of being in this new environment, and the sex goddess who likes it dirty. And worse, they are alternating so fast, that he's having trouble keeping up.
Right now though, he will thoroughly enjoy the sex goddess part of her, as she grinds into him. There is only one thin layer between them at this point, and he can feel just how into this she is. He's missed her being quite this enthusiastic. They certainly hadn't been Marshall and Lily when it came to getting back into sex after the baby, but she hasn't been quite this wild since before Brianna was born, dare he say since before they found out she was pregnant.
He reaches behind her, and with one quick flip of the wrist, her bra is falling forward. She pulls it off of her arms, and throws it across the room, not caring where it lands. Within seconds, his hands are grazing her breasts, and she realizes he already proven it. He has her writhing, moaning, and more ready to go than she's ever been with any man ever.
He quickly pushes her off of him and on to the bed beside him. He hooks his fingers into the waist of her panties and slowly pulls them down her long legs. Once he realizes that she shaved for him, he moves even slower, teasing her the way she's been teasing him all night.
He moves to kneel between her legs, as she brings her knees to her shoulders. He's more than ready to give her the experience she wants, until he's about to guide himself inside and he realizes that he's missing a condom. They both agreed a few weeks ago that there would be no more babies. One was certainly more than enough for them, and they didn't want to risk anything happening again. Still, they both were having a hard time getting used to using protection again.
He bends down, pushing a quick kiss to her lips, before pulling away from her.
"I'll be right back."
She's a bit confused, but it clicks when she sees where he moves to. She didn't even think about protection. But watching him, knowing he's close now, so close to being inside of her, makes her stomach flutter.
Before she knows it, he's back between her legs, he's teasing her with his cock, and he's playing with her lips to push himself inside of her.
He pushes himself inside of her, as hard as he can, and he's rewarded by a loud yelp of pleasure.
"You like that?" He asks, his voice an octave deeper than normal.
She nods in submission, her eyes closed and her head tilted back, enjoying the feeling.
"You little minx," he growls, pulling back out and slamming back in. He keeps repeating, pulling out slowly, and slamming back in, letting the pressure build for both of them.
She in turn pushes her hips off of the bed in an effort to meet his strong thrusts and she wonders why she didn't do this sooner. All this time she's known Barney, she had no idea that this is what she was missing.
With every thrust, Barney can see his wife. He doesn't see the Robin that he has to impress, or prove that he's an amazing husband or father to. He sees the woman he married, the woman he can make tremble with only a touch. When she's like this, it's like everything is back to normal. Like nothing's changed. They can be together like normal, just the two of them fucking against the world. All he wants is to make her happy right here and right now.
So he pushes on, letting the bad thoughts of the past few days escape his head, and letting little Barney do all the thinking. The heavy thrusting and Robin's loud moans prove to be a successful distraction.
It doesn't take long for her to start to feel everything. She feels the familiar tingle start in her back, but to her surprise, it builds and builds before it starts to spread to the rest of her body. The second it overtakes her, she loses all control. Her fingers clench, her feet curl, and her body spasms so hard she almost feels like she can't breathe.
Seeing Robin lose control in an orgasm that looks stronger than the one after the six month dry spell, makes him even weaker. But the moment she pulls him in tighter, he's gone to the world. He lets the pressure ride over him, as he enjoys the last few moments with her and just her.
He collapses on top of her, planting a small kiss on her neck, in that spot she loves. The act brings Robin back to consciousness, back to where she is and what she just did, with Barney no less. She tries to bring her arms up to hug him, but she's trembling so much, she can't.
All Barney can think is that he wants to stay here forever. He wants to stay in this world where his wife is still his wife and they can be intimate. He doesn't want to go back to the awkwardness of the reality where she doesn't know him or their child. Unfortunately, he knows he can't. He knows he has to remove himself from her, because that's what this version of Robin would expect and want. He attempts to push himself up on his hands, but she stops him.
"Stay?"
He nods and collapses back on top of her, rubbing her shoulders. He's overjoyed that she's left him in like this, and he is going to take advantage of the moment for as long as he can.
Just an hour later, she's lying next to him, cuddled up in his arms, sound asleep. He realizes things could be worse. Things could be a lot worse. She is warming up to the idea of them, and he knows that it would not be like this if it were him. He would not be here, in her arms, after a romantic date. He can't help but wonder if this is his punishment for all those years that he lived a life he shouldn't have, for all those years he didn't want a wife or a baby. He gets to have it, but it's not as it should be. He wants to know why it had to happen to them.
It's then that he realizes what makes this whole situation even worse. The tears start to threaten to spill out of his eyes. Of course this was the weekend that she had to fall. He feels awful. He guesses maybe it's a good thing that Bri is just a baby and won't remember, but the fact is, he was looking forward to tomorrow. He was looking forward to spoiling Robin and making her feel special. He was looking forward to celebrating the holiday, the one that even last year, they never thought they would get to celebrate: her first mother's day.
A/N: I have to apologize. I never meant for this twist to happen, but I decided earlier this week that I should figure out when exactly this happens, and of course, it ended up being mother's day weekend. I literally cried when I realized it. It did give me an idea of how to finish up the story, which I am planning on doing in the next few weeks. I also am at the end of my sports season, so I should have a lot more time to finally get back to writing.
