FIC: Small Disaster [PG13]
Title: Small Disaster
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 387
Summary: Leslie and Ben are drunk and want to try some...new things.
“Maybe-if you-just...”
“Erg, Leslie, don't do that.”
“Wait...”
“Wait, I almost...we... move-a little to-”
Leslie sighs and turns her head to try and look at Ben's face. “This isn't working.”
Ben lets his head fall forward, a little too far, and Leslie winces as she hears a thunk against the tile.
“No, it's...it's working. It will work.”
A small giggle escapes. “No, Ben, it's really not working. At all. I don't think we're drunk enough for shower sex.” She giggles again and her chest tightens weirdly and she...uh-oh. Oh, great. Now she can't actually stop laughing.
“I dunno, I didn't have that many beers but I did a lot of shots,” Ben tries to say over her giggling, but his serious, analytical tone sets her off again and she turns to face him. He's frowning at her, which subdues her giggles. Slightly. Not much.
“Oh, come on, this is funny! Disastrous shower sex? Funny!” Leslie grins and gives him a shoulder punch. Somehow, his expression becomes even more serious.
“You're critiquing my performance and I'm supposed to laugh?”
She tries to suppress the next round of giggles, she really does, but she's very unsuccessful. So unsuccessful, in fact, that she ends up just spluttering water in his face as a prelude to another laughing fit. It takes a second, but he at least smirks.
“I'm not...critiquing you. But I think we were drunk enough to think this was a good idea, but not drunk enough for its...execution.”
Ben thinks this over for a second then leans down for a quick kiss. “Well, maybe we tried too many new things at once.”
“How so?”
“Well, shower sex standing up from behind? That's a lot of technique, especially for someone with a little alcohol in their system. Maybe we should just pick one of those things for now and try to combine the other stuff when we have clearer heads.”
Leslie considers this for a moment, until she feels the hot water start to run out. She leans over Ben to turn off the water. He shivers as she flings back the shower curtain. “Or...”
He raises an eyebrow. “Or?”
She grins. “Or we just get drunker. Race you to the stash!”
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Thanks for reading this silly little thing :) It's been so long and I really want to get back into this whole fic thing, so let me know what you think!
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 387
Summary: Leslie and Ben are drunk and want to try some...new things.
“Maybe-if you-just...”
“Erg, Leslie, don't do that.”
“Wait...”
“Wait, I almost...we... move-a little to-”
Leslie sighs and turns her head to try and look at Ben's face. “This isn't working.”
Ben lets his head fall forward, a little too far, and Leslie winces as she hears a thunk against the tile.
“No, it's...it's working. It will work.”
A small giggle escapes. “No, Ben, it's really not working. At all. I don't think we're drunk enough for shower sex.” She giggles again and her chest tightens weirdly and she...uh-oh. Oh, great. Now she can't actually stop laughing.
“I dunno, I didn't have that many beers but I did a lot of shots,” Ben tries to say over her giggling, but his serious, analytical tone sets her off again and she turns to face him. He's frowning at her, which subdues her giggles. Slightly. Not much.
“Oh, come on, this is funny! Disastrous shower sex? Funny!” Leslie grins and gives him a shoulder punch. Somehow, his expression becomes even more serious.
“You're critiquing my performance and I'm supposed to laugh?”
She tries to suppress the next round of giggles, she really does, but she's very unsuccessful. So unsuccessful, in fact, that she ends up just spluttering water in his face as a prelude to another laughing fit. It takes a second, but he at least smirks.
“I'm not...critiquing you. But I think we were drunk enough to think this was a good idea, but not drunk enough for its...execution.”
Ben thinks this over for a second then leans down for a quick kiss. “Well, maybe we tried too many new things at once.”
“How so?”
“Well, shower sex standing up from behind? That's a lot of technique, especially for someone with a little alcohol in their system. Maybe we should just pick one of those things for now and try to combine the other stuff when we have clearer heads.”
Leslie considers this for a moment, until she feels the hot water start to run out. She leans over Ben to turn off the water. He shivers as she flings back the shower curtain. “Or...”
He raises an eyebrow. “Or?”
She grins. “Or we just get drunker. Race you to the stash!”
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Thanks for reading this silly little thing :) It's been so long and I really want to get back into this whole fic thing, so let me know what you think!