Saturday 25thJuly 2009, 2 days after Robin's birthday.
She glances blearily at her watch, blinking awake. 10:08- early, considering that it's Saturday and they didn't get to sleep until well past half two last night. It's light outside but Barney's thick blinds are blocking out most of the sunlight. Robin's never sure if the angles and monochrome of his apartment are characteristic of Barney because of his metrosexual obsession with style, or uncharacteristic compared to his childish enthusiasms for magic, laser tag and pranks. He's asleep on his back next to her, breathing steadily. She rolls over close to him and lazily brushes her mouth over his warm shoulder. There's a small bruise forming there, which she wonders briefly if is from last night. She presses a kiss to it and traces a hand down his chest and stomach, enjoying feeling the contours of his muscles and the fuzz of tiny golden curls smattered around his navel.
"D'you mind going a bit lower?" Barney mutters gruffly, not opening his eyes.
"Sorry, didn't know you were awake," she says hastily.
"Your hand's two inches away from my cock- I'm awake," he shrugs, blinking his eyes open. Robin likes watching the couple of confusion right after he properly wakes up; he always looks bemused that he's done anything as still, quiet and ordinary as sleeping.
"Quite a night last night, right?" Barney winks, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Mm, definitely," she agrees, "I mean, thanks. That was a good night-after-my- birthday,"
He shrugs in a well-I'm-that-awesome way.
"Feel a bit stiff this morning, though," she notes, yawning.
"You're not the one who was tied up for most of last night," Barney points out.
"Oh, you love it,"
He flashes her a boyish grin, and shoots back, "-but if you're referring to the other kind of stiff, I think your hand needs to go south again,"
But he sits up, rubs an arm across his face and rolls out of bed. She admires the movement of muscles in his arms and back as he stretches. There's a couple of red marks on his back as well, she observes half-guiltily, half-proudly.
"You want a drink?" he offers.
"Bit early, isn't it?"
"Water, you idiot,"
"Oh. Right, okay," she agrees. Barney stretches again and strolls into the kitchen. Robin sits up, runs a hand though her hair and glances around at the debris from last night. She knows that Barney gets annoyed by untidiness in his apartment- unless it's untidiness caused by necessity during a wild night of sex. And, since the considerable clutter of the floor was most definitely knocked, thrown or discarded there by last night's activities, she can't imagine that he'll have much to complain about.
It's bizarre, she thinks- sitting in Barney's bed under Barney's duvet on a Saturday morning, while Barney gets her a glass of water, thinking about how Barney will feel about the mess on Barney's floor. The most bizarre part is how bizarre it should feel but doesn't.
He reappears suddenly, beaming cheerily and holding a glass of water in each hand. He sets one down on this beside table, hands the other to Robin, gets back into bed and shuffles close to her, tracing his lips over her collar bone. She giggles at the ticklishly light touch, puts the glass of water down on her side's table, and strokes Barney's neck before tilting his chin up with her hand to kiss him properly. It's sleepy and sensual, and she reckons that he must be feeling lazy this morning because he lets her tongue slip in without much attempt to get his tongue into her mouth first. Or perhaps he's still spoiling her a little for her birthday.
After a long time, they end up lying down his torso pressed on top of hers, Robin's left hand playing with Barney's hair and the other hooked around his waist. He moves away from her slightly, breaking the kiss to come up for air.
"Love you," she mumbles, but glues to his jaw and keeps her eyes closed so they can both avoid the repercussions of saying it. Barney follows suit and latches his lips back onto hers again, fondling her ear with his thumb. Her right hand gently stokes down his spine, enjoying his shivers.
"Yeah," he murmurs distractedly in reply- and then growls as her hand glides round his hip to cup his balls, "Mm, this is what I meant about going south,"
"Yeah?" she says, squeezing to make him jolt (he's still slightly sensitive down there from last night).
"God, yeah. I don't know if I want you to do the work, or if it's my turn to be in control again," he pushes up on his elbows so he's leaning over her, "What d'you reckon?"
"You control, Barney. You deserve it,"
"I deserve it? That sounds so weird," he muses, frowning, "Is it just that you can't be bothered?"
"Both," she concedes.
Barney smiles and shuffles more on top of her, and kisses back up her neck, "Hmm, I'd better give it to you good if I'm doing the work, then,"
She wriggles underneath him, tracing his shoulders with her fingertips, "I'm expecting so,"
His touch is tender and expert, his lips are back near hers and she has no doubt that this'll be as good as he promises, as he smirks, "Challenge accepted".
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