As promised, here is the less-fluffy Chapter 5. Set on 29st July 2009. Enjoy!

They're watching SNL together on the couch at his place. Barney's taken his shoes off (she notices, because it seems a bit wrong to see him in socks) and is drumming his fingers lazily on his knee. He's wearing a navy suit and tie with a pink shirt, and God, she thinks, he looks gorgeous today. He probably knows it too, bastard that he is. Still, the ripples of Barney's suit as he shifts his arm across the back of the couch, and the steady, graceful movements of his fingers are beautiful- and once the ad break arrives Robin can't help but mutter, "Hey," and climb onto his lap to straddle him. She runs the back of her hand down his tie (the feel of his hard chest beneath the silk almost makes her understand his addiction to fine garments) and trails her lips down his jaw. Barney eagerly wriggles out of his jacket and Robin strokes down his arms, thumbs squeezing those biceps he works so hard on (hard-on. What up). He smiles in satisfaction and leans in to kiss her (she's nigh-on obsessed with the way his lower lip pouts the second before their mouths meet. The look of his lips in that moment does more for her than an entire night spent in bed with some other guys she's been with).

When they break apart Barney's holding her by her waist, while one of her hands is on his shoulder and the other's sieving through his hair. Robin slips off his tie and swirls her tongue inside his ear as she rocks her hips against him- with an accompanying grunt for added drama. She can feel him growing hard- and God, it's empowering, she thinks, knowing you can do that to a man. She bites at his ear some more, and Barney groans, reaching for his zipper. But she's not going to let him look that tempting all evening, and then let him get what he wants without teasing (torturing) him a little.

"No," Robin breathes into his ear, "Better idea,"

Her fingers are nimble with his buttons, and once she has his shirt open Robin rubs her hands across his torso, fingering the rack of his ribcage, pinching his pecs. Then her hands busy themselves probing the grid of his abdominals while she licks across his chest from one side to the other, tasting the tiny smooth hairs in the centre, biting those hard little nipples. This hurts him more than she expected, and he hisses angrily, holding off by her by her shoulders

"You wanna tease?" Barney snarls. If Robin thinks that he's going to let her tear his shirt off and touch him and hurt him and not let him do anything in return- she's got another thing coming. He can make her beg for him to have her. He moves fast, catching her off guard by leaning up and pushing her sideways, tipping them over together so that they're lying beside each other on the couch, "I can tease,"

Barney climbs on top and props himself up on his elbows. He grinds hard and fast against her, gritting his teeth. Robin loses focus for a few seconds- overcome by the friction and weight, and all those delicious muscles moving on top of her. Barney likes watching the daze in her eyes; the loss of concentration as she everything else dissipates everything apart from him and what he's doing to her. He rubs his chest against her and she lets slip an "Uhh,".

Barney thinks he's got her, but then one of Robin's hands grasps onto his shirt lapel, pulling his mouth down in a half-kiss, half-bite. His mouth is hot on hers for a moment- but then Barney shakes her face away.

"No," he mutters breathlessly- because no way is he letting Robin jump him while they're watching TV and then do exactly what she wants to him- "No, you don't get to kiss me. Look at me,"

"You wish," she retorts, yanking the sensitive hairs at the nape of his neck, making him suck in air quickly through his teeth in pain, and pin her arm down with his own. There's no way he's letting her win this one.

"Look. At. Me,"

Barney thrusts as hard as he can with each syllable, shifting his full weight onto her, enjoying her involuntary moans; she can't help it- he's hot and hard and they're so hungry for each other- but she doesn't want to be the first to bail from torturing one another.

"Not gonna happen," Robin sing-songs. She jams her hips up against his, his belt buckle pressing into her stomach as she claws at his back, scratching her nails down Barney's shirt in a way she knows will make him livid- with pain but mostly with damage done to his shirt. Their relationship- such as it is- could be classed as many things, but tepid is not one of them. The friction as they grind against each other is almost tangible.

And then all of a sudden that friction is gone and he's standing up away from her, buttoning up his shirt and saying cattily, "Fine. Have it your way,"

"What?" she murmurs, dazed, still feeling the ghost of his body on hers as her skin cools.

"I said," he snaps, rounding on her, "Have it your way. Don't look at me if you don't want to,"

She's trying to work out if this is Barney playing his ace or folding. He seems too angry for it to be the former, but she's never known him to do the latter.

"Fine," is all she can retort, sitting up and smoothing down her clothes, trying to ignore the fact that her body is screaming for his, the fact that they're both out of breath, the fact that she'd do anything to be touching him again. Well, anything expect tell him that.

They watch the rest of SNL in silence.

Fin.

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