Tiffany
Author: wanderingsmith with Gadhar
mar 14, 2016
Summary: With my body, I thee wed
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd
be daft enough to pay me for this. As it is thought,
so let it be said; you make the toys, I play with
'em..
AN: You did say any fic should be posted,
gadhar..
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
WARNING
-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-s-e-x-
He knew Lee *could* actually act. Had watched him pull
the wool over bureaucrats, teammates, and rich fucks
when he put his mind to it.
Watching him twitch around and hide smirks all day,
letting Barney 'see' him, aside from being as amusing as
watching the kids try to hide Luna's surprise birthday
party last month, also left him feeling too damn soft.
Knowing Lee didn't feel the need to hide from him.
Left him enough of a soft-touch that he was actually
struck silent when he came back to the dark living room
with a fresh afterdiner drink. And found a fucking
jeweller's box in his spot on the couch, Tiffany's fancy
script glittering in the blazing fire's light.
He jerked to find Lee's eyes, glittering far more warmly
as they watched him from his lounge on the next cushion.
Barney narrowed his eyes in silent laughter, trying to
stiffen his backbone enough to come up with a tease as
he reluctantly reached for the box. He wasn't going to
be scared off by a gift as though it held snakes.
Hell. Wasn't like he could claim he didn't wear jewelry.
It was just that, and he knew that that was excuses he
was already coming up with as he put down the whisky his
lover had managed to convert him to; it was just that
his rings had a certain... hell. Lee'd have a field day
with any adjective he could come up with.
With his attention distracted, it took a few blind
blinks before he actually 'saw' the strip of paper that
was all that was in the damn felt and satin thing.
'LOL, just kidding'
He heard Lee cackling before he managed a grunt. The
damn tease was flowing over the back of the couch by the
time Barney threw the box back on the cushions and dived
after him, trying for a battlefield roar but too busy
laughing as he jumped the couch and ran down the hallway
after his crazy brit.
He almost missed the shadow moving from the darkened
doorway to the bathroom as Lee jumped out on him,
laughing even as Barney managed to throw his weight and
have Lee's back be the one to hit the wall outside their
bedroom.
He tried to sound more frustrated than amused as he
wrapped his palms around those hard shoulders, nailing
them in place, "You're a fucking *tease*, Christmas!"
*Tiffany*; the damn *bastard*!!
He didn't wait for a response, just followed gravity
down to push the rest of that hard body against the
poor, abused, drywall with his own. Silencing the
laughter and covering the wide grin exposed by the
bedroom's nightlight with a firm kiss.
It almost immediately turned slow and soft as Lee melted
under his hands instead of resisting. Hard body molding
around Barney's, lips still curled in a sweet smile
under Barney's.
Even after damn near a year, it was too much of a
treasure to be surrounded by warmth and breathing, by
Lee's hands stroking him, instead of his old empty life.
Even if standing in the hallway was an idiotic locale,
he wasn't tempted to move. Nosing his way over to a soft
curve under Lee's eyes, rare spot that didn't turn to
sandpaper if left unattended for a day, his hands
slipping along hard ribs he'd yet to manage to put some
padding on.
He was just wondering why he wasn't getting complaints
for the slow treatment when Lee spoke quietly, still not
moving from under him, "Hey Barney?"
"Humm?"
He let Lee shift him off slightly, raising his head in
curiosity as the man worked his shoulder out of the open
shirt he'd been sporting all day. It was a weird
position to start a striptease from, but hardly the
weirdest thing the crazy brit'd pulled. Barney'd yet to
regret deciding to follow his lead.
The pleasantly arousing train of thought came to a
screeching halt when the cotton slipped down Lee's arm.
Exposing the stark black lines along the slope of his
trapezius: stylized knives tracing out letters, a couple
grinning skulls among them:
'I LOVE YOU'
And Barney could feel his eyes were wide. Knew damn well
the disbelieving awe bouncing through him had to be
obvious. Watched his thumb ever so gently stroke the
edges of the still inflamed skin.
Feeling the shiver that went through his waiting lover,
Barney still couldn't speak, was all he could do to
breathe through the emotions as he leaned his forehead
down just past the words.
Lee petted a calming hand through Barney's hair, finally
giving a tentative, "Barney?"
"Yes." It was a choked whisper, garbled by Lee's warm
skin, and Barney made himself repeat it, tilting his
lips free, "Yes." Forever: Yes.
It was Lee holding *him*, then. Lazy fingers massaging
through his hair, quiet peace in the sigh that took
nascent tension with it, "Good. Glad that's settled."
AN:
one of many handoffs from FB-stalking:
http://ic.pics.livejournal.com/wanderingsmith/8437005/68317/68317_original.jpg
gadhar:
at first i didn't even have an idea, but third time
around...heh, Lee and a marriage proposal
back and forth email writting..then it just sat
gathering dust, waiting for just a few strokes.. bad
habits are just really hard to break
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