Characters: Robin, Barney/Robin
Word Count: 350
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Post "Sand Castles In the Sand" and minutes before "The Goat" opening.
Challenge: "Robin suiting up"
Author's Notes:I tried second-person POV for the first time in about ever. I hope it works. The title is from the band Great Big Sea, which I was listening to while writing.

Summary: 'Because the old black rum's got a hold on me, like a dog wrapped round my leg. And the old black rum's got a hold on me, will I live for another day?'

The Old Black Rum's Got A Hold On Me

Okay, Robin, so this isn't how you planned to start your Monday. Life's full of surprises, right? And this probably doesn't really make you a sad, self-loathing idiot. Aside from the self-loathing that you're feeling right now, of course. But that's temporary. It'll be fixed as soon as you get up, face the world, avoid facing--facing him--and take action.

Come on, Scherbatsky. You can do this. This was your night, and it'll be your morning.

Don't look at the Barn--the body--next to you. Your robe is on the floor within arms reach. You'll be able to get it without even shifting the bed if you're careful. Just lift your eyelids, move your shoulders and do. not. look. back. Move already! Why are your eyes still closed? And don't think about the fact that you're touching elbows right now. Don't think about his hip, which is right--it's--

--shifting. Oh fuck he's waking up.

There goes freedom. Or...not?

Okay, so his leg has re-wrapped itself around your leg. Not a problem! Not a big problem. A totally deal-able sized problem. If you just twist your ankle under... there! You're free again. Wow, his feet are warm. No, don't think about that. So is his thigh! And his shoulders are a lot bigger than you thought under the suit. How often does he work out, anyway?

"Mrrrhhheeehhuuhhhgh."

Shit! He's almost conscious. No more getting distracted. Got to get out of here, Scherbatsky. Got to move. He's just, just a guy. Just a guy you brought home for a drunken one-night stand. Well, a one-night stand. You weren't exactly drunk, were you?

No, not on topic!

The morning is here. You've got to go work. It's time to suit up.

"MhhhEhhhrrrrgggg...Robinnn?" Oh sweet Jesus, his hand is touching your hand. That's his pinky finger caressing yours. Unacceptable. Edge away now. Hands above the covers! Well done. Now, open your eyes. Finally.

"Morning, Barney."

"Uhh...hey Robin."

"Hey."

What kind of torture is this?

"Um. In my experience, the way this normally goes..."