July 2015 Drabbles
Rating: G-NC-17
Timeline: All over the place!
Summary: 1. Naked running Wesley, 2. Pants optional car trip, 3. Leslie and Ben hardcore making out on the couch when their teenage kids catch them (prompt). 4. Leslie has trouble sleeping (smut request), 5. Family Beach trip, 6. Leslie keeps a pic of Ben's penis on her phone, 7. First time fic (request), 8. The Day After Ann and Chris Leave, 9. Fourth of July drabble, BONUS: Ben masturbating while thinking about Leslie (kinkmeme - Game of Thrones-esque)
1. Naked running Wesley
Ben lifts nineteen month-old Wesley out of the tub and wraps his son in a big, fluffy towel. It has a hood and little ears like a monkey.
He gently dries him off while also keeping a close eye on Sonia and Stephen, still sitting in a few inches of the warm soapy water.
“Rain, daddy!” Sonia demands, holding her arms out.
“Just a minute, sweetie. We need to wait for mommy. She’s finding pajamas.” As he says it, Wesley laughs and twists out of Ben’s grasp, giggling as he runs naked out of the bathroom.
“Shit! Leslie!” He’s completely shocked as he looks from quickly escaping Wesley to his other two children, knowing he can’t leave them in the water alone to chase the other down. Ben just watches helplessly as Wesley speedily makes his way down the hall. “Uh, help! Wes is-”
“What happened?” Leslie rushes towards the bathroom, sees Wesley running towards her, and quickly scoops the still laughing toddler up in her arms.
“Oh my god,” Ben manages to get out. “He ran. He just ran away. I didn’t think they could run yet. Who taught him how to run?”
“Did you run?” Leslie asks Wesley in a silly voice, hugging him close.
Wesley laughs. “Run mommy!”
Ben looks from Wesley and Leslie to Sonia and Stephen, still looking a bit surprised. “But he was so fast. Like Chris in bumbleflex fast.”
“Well,” Leslie says, carrying Wesley into the bathroom and taking the hooded orange towel back from Ben. “He didn’t have any clothes on to weigh him down.”
“Oh god. They’re running now.”
“Babe, it’s okay. Remember how freaked out we were when they started crawling? That turned out okay. And we had the baby gate at the stairs, so he couldn’t have fallen.”
“But you don’t understand. There’s three of them. And they know how to run.”
Leslie sits down next to Ben on the soft bathroom floor mat, and pushes the door shut with her foot, a once again bundled up Wesley leaning back against her stomach. “It’s okay. They can’t run anywhere now.”
“Daddy!” Sonia screams impatiently.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s get you out.”
He stands her up in the tub, one hand protectively around her and rinses her off with a gentle spray from the hand held shower head, making it rain. Sonia giggles and then gets wrapped in her own snugly, hooded towel-this one is a green lizard with big blue eyes.
He passes her off to Leslie and she ends up sitting with her back against her mother too, right next to her brother. Ben gets Stephen rinsed off and then out of the tub, wrapped up in his own plush pig towel. He hugs the little boy.
“This just went so fast. They couldn’t even walk a few months ago.”
“I know,” Leslie says leaning her head against his shoulder. “Pretty soon, they’re going to be driving.”
“Oh god. Stop.”
“These ones are growing up too fast. We should make new babies,” Leslie teases.
“Alright. Now really stop.”
2. Pants optional car trip
He hears the pitter-patter of little feet running towards him before he feels Sonia (and Ben is pretty sure it’s his four-year old daughter) hug his legs from behind.
“Daddy!”
Yep, it’s Sonia.
“Yes?”
“Did you pack the marsh-mows?”
“Marshmallows? Why would we need those?” He teases, trying not to laugh.
“For s'mores!” She half giggles and yells at him.
Ben turns around to see Sonia wearing her fairy wings, red sunglasses, and a t-shirt with Curious George on it. And green and pink striped underpants.
He frowns. He’s pretty sure she was wearing pull-on jeans a few minutes ago when he saw her in the hallway after he took a load of supplies to the car.
“Maybe you should find your pants and then we can make sure your brothers are all packed for the weekend too.”
“But mommy said to remind you about the marsh…mallows. And I don’t like pants anymore.”
“Well, you need shorts at least. Come on, let’s go get you some.”
“BoBo doesn’t wear pants.”
“BoBo is an ostrich,” Ben tells his daughter, as he takes her hand and starts leading her towards the stairs.
When they get to the triplets’ room, Leslie is sitting on the floor with Stephen and Wesley, trying to stuff some clothes into a bag for the kids. There is also a pile of stuffed animals in another nearby bag-Margo T. Cuddlepants, one of three zebras, sticking out of the top.
“Hey babe,” Leslie says, glancing up briefly at him. “Did you find the marshmallows?”
“Yeah. No one worry about the s'mores situation. We’re covered. Besides, you have the emergency s'mores rations in the car, so-”
“Those are for an emergency,” Leslie responds. “Are we ready?”
All three kids yell out, “Yes!”
“Um. No,” Ben says. “She needs pants.”
“Sonia. When did you do that?” Leslie asks, making an amused, but puzzled face.
Their daughter just giggles, as Ben walks over to the dresser and starts looking for another pair of pants. When he turns around both boys are taking their pants off and Leslie is taking photos with her phone.
“Whoa. Whoa. No. What-”
“Pants are dumb, daddy!”
“Yeah!” Stephen says, apparently supporting his siblings’ opinion on fashion.
“I’ll give you all $100 if you put your pants back on.”
No one really answers (or listens) to him, but all three kids now have their pants off and on the floor while they giggle and run around the room, all as Leslie looks on and laughs.
Pretty soon Ben is laughing too.
“We should probably get going,” he tells his wife, finally opting to just sit on the floor next to her and take a couple of his own pictures of the scene.
The kids are exhausting and definitely a handful but he really wouldn’t change it for anything.
“They’re going to be in the car the whole time. It’s probably not a big deal if-”
“Yeah,” Ben agrees. “That’s what I was thinking.”
They all have underwear on so it’s not like anyone is going commando, he decides. Why start a fun weekend at the lake by struggling with the kids over pants on a warm summer day?
Leslie leans in close. “Maybe this weekend we tell them there’s a pants fairy that rewards good kids for wearing pants?”
“Or maybe the tickle monster makes another appearance tonight and attacks silly children who think pants are dumb.”
They smile and do their secret handshake.
Ben stands up and addresses the triplets. “Alright. We’re leaving for the lake. Pants can be optional this one time.”
“Yay!”
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3. Leslie and Ben hardcore making out on the couch when their teenage kids catch them (prompt)
Rating: PG
“Is it all clear?” Sonia asks her brother as he quietly walks back to where she and Stephen are standing, just past midnight, outside by the bushes at the side of the house.
“Alright. The bad news is, mom and dad are on the couch. But the good news is, uh, well, I don’t think they’ll notice us sneaking upstairs.”
“What do you…Oh.”
“What?” Thirteen-year old Stephen asks, looking confused. “Wait. What?”
“You know. They’re….” Wes makes a face-eyes all wide and head nodding. Then he shudders.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stephen says.
“I mean they’re…” He trails off and makes the face again.
“No. Don’t. Just. Don’t. God. I knew we should have just asked if we could go to the late showing of the movie. Mom would have said yes,” Sonia says.
“But dad probably would have said no.”
“She could have talked him into it,” Sonia adds.
“How?” Stephen asks.
Wesley makes the face one more time, holds his hand out towards the house.
“I still don’t know what-”
“Oh my god, Stephen. They’re doing it.”
“It?”
“Yeah.” Wes confirms. “The beast with two backs. Bumpin’ uglies. Going to the bone zone. They’re-”
“Oh god, stop. Stop!” Sonia whispers aggressively. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to sleep in the tree house. We still have sleeping bags in there, right?”
Both of her brothers nod.
“And if mom and dad check on us, that’s the first place they’ll look when we’re not in our rooms. Maybe we’ll get grounded for not telling them we decided to sleep out there, but it’s less trouble than we’d be in for actually sneaking out of the house for a movie, and no one has to see mom and dad being gross.”
Wesley slowly raises his hand, a stricken look on his face.
“Sorry,” Sonia says, frowning. “Sorry. Come on. I think there are some cookies hidden in the tree house. You get first pick.”
4. Leslie has trouble sleeping (smut request)
Rating: NC-17
It’s one of those frequent nights when she can’t fall sleep no matter how much she wants to snuggle up next to Ben and just turn her mind off. So Leslie just tosses and turns, thinking about polling numbers, what she should have said in an interview, and if her brown blazer is going to go with her purple polka dot blouse in the morning.
At around three AM Ben finally rolls over and groggily says, “Enough.”
“Babe. You’re awake?”
“Of course I’m awake,” he says, not unkindly and sits up. He turns on the bedside light. “You’ve been mumbling about blazers and the interview, which went fine by the way, and I’m pretty sure you said something about Mr. Belvedere and tea time.”
Leslie sits up next to him and puts her head on his shoulder, sighing. “Sorry. I can go home.”
“I don’t want you to go home. It’s the middle of the night.”
“But I don’t want to keep you up,” she says guiltily.
“Then don’t,” he responds. “Alright. What’s it going to take to get you to go to sleep, Knope?”
Leslie laughs. “Cuddling wouldn’t hurt.”
“Naked cuddling?” Ben asks, turning towards her, eyebrow raised.
“Well, that is my one of my favorite kinds of cuddling. Followed by couch cuddling and post-breakfast cuddling.”
“I know,” he says, grinning at her and pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Leslie pulls her own soft white t-shirt off (it’s one of Ben’s that she’s kind of officially claimed as the top part of her pajamas) and shimmies out of her sleep shorts.
When they’re both naked, they quickly lay back down, Ben snuggling into her side. He kisses her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair.
“Light on or off?”
“On,” he says.
“Oh, I would have thought your vote would be for sleepy cuddling.”
Ben stops tonguing her nipple and looks up. “Nope. I’m awake now. I want to be able to see stuff.”
They make out lazily for a few minutes, before Leslie feels the need to say, “I’m sorry I have a weird sleep schedule and that it gets even weirder when I’m stressed.”
Then she reaches down and palms his dick, already more than half-hard.
Ben moans, as his fingers seek her out. Spreading her open and rubbing her clit, his middle finger teasing her opening, pushing against but not inside. Making her all impatient and wiggly.
“I know. It’s okay. Part of my job as your campaign manager is to de-stress you and make you sleepy.”
“You’re so much better than Mr. Belvedere,” she says.
“What?” He gives her a confused look.
“Never mind.”
He bites her shoulder gently when she sweeps the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock. But then Ben wiggles out of her grasp and starts moving down, kissing around her belly button and pushing his fingers against her inner thighs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She does what he says and moans when he licks her. It almost seems unfair-she tosses and turns all night and keeps him up and then he goes down on her.
Leslie would tell him that he didn’t have to do that if it didn’t feel so amazing. And if she didn’t know how much he liked it. Got off on burying his face in her. Besides, she thinks, maybe she’ll surprise him tomorrow with a post-breakfast blow job-it’s kind of like cuddling after breakfast.
Her orgasm is louder then she means it to be, but really, she knows by now that April and Andy hear her and Ben have sex all the time anyway. The fact that April will roll her eyes in the morning and say gross and the Andy will try to high-five Ben, kind of gives her permission to just let the sounds that want to come out naturally, come out.
Leslie will just make pancakes for everyone in the morning and it’ll be fine.
At least they (for the most part), keep their activities in his room and not out in the common areas.
“You’re so sexy when you’re annoyingly wide awake. And also when you come all over my face.”
She kind of groans and giggles at his words and then they’re both up on their knees, facing each other and kissing, Ben coating her lips with her own juices.
Eventually, Leslie ends up in his lap, her knees spread wide, bouncing down on him, before Ben gets up on his knees to thrust quickly. If she moves her head to the side, she can watch his ass move back and forth in the dresser mirror as he pumps into her and it’s so sexy that she groans loudly, moves back to kiss him again, before tearing away for another peek.
“I love you. I love your butt.”
“I love you too,” Ben manages to get out between kisses, as her hands on the back of his neck pull him closer. “I love your passion and your boobs and your blue eyes. And the fact that you like to watch my ass when I fuck you.”
Then it’s just gasps and moans, quick thrusts evening out into a steady rhythm and when he pushes his hands against her shoulders, Leslie falls backward, ending up on her back, knees bent and to the sides, Ben’s hands at her waist as he continues to slam into her.
She’s gasping and panting, and when his fingers find her clit again, she comes, her head tossing and turning against his pillow and then Ben is making his own loud noises, pounding into her and coming, his fingers gripping and digging into her hips.
They’re both breathing hard and he’s lying next to her, kissing her neck when the new pounding starts. Steady thumps against his wall that make Ben sigh and close his eyes.
“I’m too old to have roommates,” he says, his voice muffled slightly by Leslie’s skin.
“It’s okay. I’ll make pancakes for breakfast,” she responds, yawning and rolling over to his side to turn off his light.
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5. Family beach trip
Rating: G
“I have to go.”
Ben looks in the rear view mirror, while Leslie turns around to find the source of the statement.
“We just started driving,” Ben says calmly. “Didn’t you go before we left the restaurant, buddy?”
“I didn’t have to pee then, daddy,” Four-year old Wesley tells his dad.
“Alright, well…” Ben kind of trails off, and looks around the deserted highway, which twenty minutes from the small diner, and still two hours from their rented lake house, definitely qualifies as in the middle of nowhere.
“We could go back to the whiz palace at the restaurant?“ Leslie suggests.
“No. I’m just going to find a place to pull over.”
“I get to pee outside?” Wes asks excitedly.
“Yeah,” Ben responds, “just hold on for a minute or two, okay?”
“I want to pee outside too!” Stephen says excitedly, and then both boys reminiscence about writing their names in the snow with their dad last winter, while Sonia tells everyone in the car that, "peeing in the snow is stupid!"
Ben and Leslie share a look, knowing just how jealous she really is about not being able to do that with her brothers.
“Honey, are you okay, or do you have to go again also?” Leslie asks her daughter. “Girls can pee outside too. It’s just a little more complicated. But I can show you how.”
“I’m fine mommy. I went at the whiz palace.”
After her daughter’s reply, Leslie turns to Ben and gives him a look.
“What?”
“She went at the restaurant.”
Ben can’t hold back a laugh. “Well, there are two of them for me, I did the best I could, babe. It’s fine. We’ll just stop quickly and then keep going.”
After taking the next exit off the highway, Ben finds a secluded spot near a cluster of trees. He pulls over to the shoulder, turns off the engine, and gets both boys unseatbelted and out of their booster seats.
Leslie watches as they all walk away, Ben closest to the road and Stephen and Wesley holding hands on his other side, until they reach the trees about twenty-five feet from the car.
“Mommy, can we go swimming at the beach?”
Leslie unbuckles her seat belt so she can more easily turn around and look at her daughter. “Of course we can. And we’ll go on hikes, and make s'mores, and-”
“And see the whales?”
“Well, no. There aren’t any whales in the lake, sweetie, but…” she trails off when she sees the car coming down the road behind them. And not just any car but a…“crap on a carrot.”
Sonia starts giggling at her mother’s words just as the police car passes their mini-van, turns on its flashing lights, and slowly pulls over to where Ben and both small boys are not completely exposed, but are still very obviously peeing outside.
Leslie has her door open in seconds, manages to get Sonia unbuckled and into her arms, and starts walking quickly towards her family.
“Come on Sonia, we need to go help daddy.”
“Yay! Help daddy!” The little voice repeats.
***
When Leslie gets over to where Ben and the boys are standing with the cop, Wes is sniffling softly and Ben is kneeling down, talking to the little boy.
“Look,” her husband says, standing back up and facing the officer. “I’m sorry and I’m sure we’re breaking some kind of law, but my kid had to go to the bathroom. Couldn’t you-”
“There’s a gas station a mile down the road, sir.”
“But we didn’t know that,” Ben explains, reaching down again and picking Wesley up as Leslie reaches down for Stephen’s hand. “We’re just trying to get to a lake house for a vacation, couldn’t you give us a break here?”
“Well, next time maybe spend a minute or two looking for somewhere more appropriate, okay?” The cop asks, looking at Ben and then Leslie and then all three kids. “But I understand it’s tough with kids. Twins?”
“Triplets,” Ben answers, with a nod towards Sonia. “They’re all four.”
“Good luck with that,” the cop says with a smile. “And drive carefully to Lake Monroe.
Leslie watches the cop walk back to the squad car, get in, and drive off, her mouth still hanging open in shock at Ben’s completely normal and unfreaked interaction with a police officer-so incredibly self-assured and sexy.
“Babe. I can’t believe you-”
“Come on, let’s get everyone back into the car,” Ben says, hugging Wesley tighter.
It’s when she shuts the back door on her side, all three kids back safe and sound in the backseat, that she sees Ben standing next to her on the passenger side.
“Oh my god.”
“Are you-”
“Oh my god,” he repeats looking pale. “That was a cop. He had a gun. I-”
“Oh boy. Honey, just breathe,” she reaches out and touches his back, rubs her hand soothingly against him.
“I just…I mean…I turned around and saw the red flashing lights and I was completely terrified, but then Wesley got scared and I just, I don’t even know what happened, I just needed to make him feel safe and I didn’t think about anything else.”
“Protective dad-mode kicked in and you forgot how scared you were. You were just focused on Wesley.”
“That must be what happened,” he say, giving her a confused look. “That’s…But now…Alright. Sorry, um, it’s very possible that I’m going to throw up.”
“It’s okay. Why don’t I drive for awhile,” she says, taking his keys from him.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
Ben still looks a little shaken up, but oh, so sexy. Especially when she remembers how he was just standing there moments ago, holding Wesley and calmly explaining everything to the officer, like a sexy, brave and gallant antelope.
She leans in quickly and kisses him. Hard. When she pulls away, Leslie says, “Protective dad is super, super sexy, babe.”
“Oh yeah? I really didn’t even try to do that,” he says, still looking surprised but also smiling a little. “But, I definitely don’t want any of the kids to be scared of stuff like that, so I’m glad that’s what happened. I would deal with fifty cops…one hundred cops for the kids if I had to.”
Leslie nods. “And you know, if you’re still a little freaked out when we get there, we can always set everyone up in front of the TV with the SpongeBob DVD and-”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be okay by then,” Ben says, opening the passenger-side door. “I just need a few minutes to calm down.”
“Are you sure you won’t need a little more relaxing when we get there? In the bedroom?” She says, making a suggestive face at him.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Yeah. You’re absolutely right. That will help. Let’s do that.”
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6. Leslie keeps a pic of Ben's penis on her phone
Rating: R
“I was thinking,” Leslie starts saying, as she sits down next to him on the couch after dinner, “that we could plant some roses in back along the edge of the patio. Kind of like it was outside your DC apartment. That was nice.”
“I’m not sure I remember. What did it look like?” Ben asks, taking another sip of his beer before passing it to Leslie. She takes a sip and hands it back.
“Oh, I think I still have a photo of your DC place somewhere,” she says, grabbing her phone and scrolling through images as Ben looks over her shoulder.
There are so many recent baby pictures and they pause to smile over all of those, and a few selfies of Leslie’s not-so-long-ago pregnant belly, Ben making coffee, Ben working, the new NPS offices, various attractions in Pawnee, their wedding at City Hall, so, so many waffle shots, and then the Lincoln Memorial, White House and…a dick?
“Whoa,” Ben says, eyes widening. “What was-”
“Oh, that’s your penis, babe,” she scrolls back and clicks on the image. “Remember that night we took pictures of each other when I was visiting you, back before we got married?”
“Yeah, but…why is it still on your phone?”
Leslie shrugs. “I don’t know, I just like knowing it’s there. Don’t you still have-”
“Yeah,” he cuts her off, setting his beer on the coffee table. “Of course I do. But I transferred it to my laptop. It’s not still on my phone.”
“Well, sometimes I look at your penis if I need inspiration or something. I have photos of your butt and calves too. You know that.”
He did know about the couple of butt shots (also, they are all with pants on), and although the calf-thing is a surprise, it’s not a concern, but seeing the nude, full-frontal cock action on her phone is a bit of a surprise (and a concern).
Ben knows he’s kind of looking at her like she’s crazy, but he can’t help it. Of course he’s touched and all, and it’s sweet, and he certainly has many, many photos of Leslie on his phone, but they are definitely a bit less…revealing.
“You should be flattered.”
“Yeah,” he says carefully. “No. I am. It’s just that, um, maybe you shouldn’t have dick pics on your phone at all? Seeing how you’re the director of the Midwest Region of the National Park Service?”
“But you have that photo of me breastfeeding Wesley and Sonia on your phone.”
Ben’s expression softens. “That’s different. It’s not just gratuitous, your breasts are…doing something, it’s um, functional. It makes me smile when I-”
“Well, your penis makes me smile. And we used it to make the babies, so it’s functional too.”
Ben laughs despite his confusion. “Babe-”
“I have a password on my phone.”
She does…using the complex passcode option and everything. It’s YG64&ooWq1 (which took him like forever to memorize), so he knows it’s a good one. But still…
“And no one has ever seen it besides me.” Leslie continues. “Well, okay, except Ann.”
“Wait. What?” Ben asks, eyes wide.
“It was an accident. I was trying to show her the photo of the waffle sundae when I got back from DC and I accidentally scrolled right past your penis. But she thought it was very nice.”
“Oh my god.”
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I’m sure Ann’s even forgotten she’s seen it. Besides, she’s a nurse, I’m sure she sees penises all the time. Plus, she’s seen a lot penis photos from when she worked at City Hall, remember? One more random penis is like any other to her. Of course, yours isn’t random,” Leslie pats him on the shoulder, nodding, “it’s the best penis in the whole world. But I am really sorry about showing it to Ann. I can see how that might be weird. If you want me to take the photo off my phone, I will. Just say the word.”
“You really look at it sometimes?” He’s still making a face like he’s a little confused, but also amused.
“Yeah,” she nods.
“But in private, right?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I promise.”
“Alright,” Ben says, moving a bit closer, relenting. “I guess I don’t mind if you keep it on your phone.”
“Yay!”
“Maybe I should put your photo back on my phone?”
“Oh really?” Leslie asks and then smiles at him, snuggles closer as he puts his arm around her. “Well, only if you really want to. You know, for inspiration and stuff.”
“Or, maybe I should just take a new shot. An update.”
“Hmmmmmm, I think maybe that could be arranged.”
“Take your pants off,” he tells her, as Ben moves back a little and takes his phone out of his pocket.
“Right now?”
“Yeah. The babies will probably be asleep for another hour or so, we have time to do stuff, right?”
“We do,” she agrees.
“Well,” Ben grins at her, while also helping Leslie slide her pants and underwear down her hips, “get ready for your close-up, babe.”
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tumblr comment: They better watch out for those iCloud hacks!! Jk jk I love this tho it’s so fun
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Jenn: Now before we get too far into this, is there anything weird I should know about? (she makes a face) Besides the hobbit-game thing?
Ben: It’s not…It’s called the Cones of Dunshire. And no. Well…no. It’s nothing.
Jenn:
Ben: (leans in close): Okay, the thing is, Leslie and I may have…erotic photos of one another on our phones. We should maybe take those off-
Jenn: You think?
Ben: Yeah. Done. Never mind. Let’s just pretend I never said anything.
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7. First time fic (request)
Rating: NC-17
If it were anyone else but Leslie, Ben would be worried about how on earth he was going to find his shoes in the morning.
Even with all the kissing and finally discovering what it feels like when his hands wander along her back, or down her sides, and grasp at her hips and tug her against him, some little part in the back of his mind would be thinking, oh my god, I’m never going to find my shoes downstairs, there’s just so much stuff in her living room.
But right now, he honestly doesn’t even care about the messy living room, or Chris finding out, or the fact that he hasn’t actually done this with anyone in about eight long months.
It’s all just Leslie-how she feels, how she smells, how soft all her curves are when his hands brush against her breasts or cup her butt.
They’re in her bedroom, kissing and he’s touching her after months of wanting to do nothing but, so who the hell cares about shoes?
“I like kissing you,” she says, almost as if reading his mind, when they finally separate. “We should have done this a lot sooner.”
“Oh yeah?” Ben asks, unable to stop smiling.
She nods, her eyes sparkling at him, and god, they’re so blue and pretty. Fuck. He is a goner.
“But I’m not wearing fancy underwear. I mean…” she pulls her blouse out a bit and glances down. “I don’t even think it matches.”
“Um. That’s okay.” Ben answers. “I honestly don’t care if your underwear matches. Really.”
“My bra is boring and beige. And I think my underwear has polka dots on it. Hey, I could go put the sexy black bra on and look for my-”
“Leslie,” he interrupts her. “I want to see what you have on now. I mean, if you want to show me what you have on now.”
“Of course I do.” She steps back a few feet and starts unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, seductively, eyes never leaving his.
When the material separates, Ben steps closer and parts it the rest of the way. It’s definitely beige and cotton, but it’s molded perfectly to her and he can see her hard nipples through the material. When he brushes his palms against the undersides of her breasts, Leslie moans.
Her bra, while perfectly cute, doesn’t stay on all that long and Ben wastes no time in touching Leslie’s bare skin. He leans down and licks a nipple, pulls it into his mouth and sucks lightly, lets his teeth lightly graze against her.
“Ohhhhhh. God, that’s good,” she says, in a tone he’s never heard Leslie use before, and it both turns him on even more and makes him want to laugh in amusement. He repeats his actions on the other side and groans himself as her fingers tighten in his hair.
When they actually make it to her bed, her pants are off and the sight of Leslie in just her purple and red polka dot underwear makes Ben even harder. It’s a tangle of limbs and kisses and when she touches him through his pants, he moans, instinctively pushes against her, wanting more.
“Okay Wyatt. It’s your turn, I want to see your underwear,” Leslie says, working his belt open.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he agrees quickly.
They’re just his everyday black boxer-briefs (as if he has any special, fancy underwear-he doesn’t), but she seems to approve because her eyes widen and she smiles when they get his pants tugged all the way down and around his ankles. Leslie touches his dick through the material and suddenly Ben realizes that this could turn into a disaster so, so easily.
“Hey. So, um, hey…you.” He stammers out. Jesus, he thinks, don’t say anything stupid.
She sits back and looks at him like she’s trying to hide her disappointment. “Do you not want to-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I do. No, it’s just that, um, I really like you.”
“I like you too, Ben.”
“And um, the last time I did this with anyone it was almost a year ago and-”
“Hey, me too,” she agrees, apparently amused that they both have had an almost non-existent sex life lately.
Leslie lies down next to him again, on her stomach so she’s looking right at him. “I haven’t done this for awhile either. Do you think you’re going to come too quickly once you’re inside me?” She asks bluntly.
He stares at her for a second. “Um. Well. Maybe?”
“That’s okay. It’ll last longer next time. Besides, it really shouldn’t last that long,” she tells him with a huge grin, and before he can do anything other than smile confusedly at her words, she’s stretching forward and kissing him again.
When she pulls back, Leslie says, “And I might not even come during…I mean that doesn’t always work out and-”
“Oh, I have a solution for that,” he says, still with a grin, leading her onto her back.
“What?”
“I go down on you and you come first?”
“God, you’re so awesome,” she says, helping him pull her panties down and off. He tosses them over his shoulder in what he hopes is a sexy way.
“Oh wait. We should talk about…I’m clean. I mean, I’ve been tested and-”
“Yeah, me too,” he replies, admiring naked Leslie. Naked, smiling, waiting-for-him-to-eat-her-out Leslie.
God. That’s probably his new favorite Leslie, surpassing doing-amazing-things-at-work Leslie and passionate-about-Pawnee Leslie and sexy-centaur-goddess Leslie.
They’re both still kind of giggling when he spreads her legs apart, settles carefully on his stomach and nuzzles into her. She kind of jumps when he puts his mouth on her and gasps when he licks her.
From there, Ben just lets her noises dictate what his tongue does-broad licks, sucking on her clit, wiggling his tongue back and forth across the little nub. And now, with his face buried in her, Chris’s cock-blocking, their jobs, and everything else seems so, so far away, especially when she comes minutes later, her fingers gripping his hair tightly and one leg thrown over his shoulder.
Ben moves back on his knees and starts pushing his boxers down and off while she watches.
“Your butt is really cute.”
“Thanks,” is about all he has time to get out before Leslie gets up and moves towards him, kissing him again and wrapping her fingers around his cock in a rush. “God. You…ooooh.”
When she lets go, it’s only to reach over, open a drawer, and pull out a condom. Leslie examines it, probably looking for an expiration date.
“Yay!” She says.
“Yay,” Ben agrees as she rips the packaging open and rolls the condom down over him.
“How do you want-”
“Me on top?”
He nods. Fuck. Yeah. That sounds great. Instead of lying down, he kind of ends up sitting against the headboard, Leslie up on her knees, thighs spread wide, and then she slowly sinks down, eyes closed, jaw just a little tensed.
“Okay?”
She keeps her eyes closed for a few more seconds, and just when he’s starting to get concerned, she opens them and she smiles broadly at him.
“Great.”
Ben laughs as she starts to move, his hands moving to her hips. “Great, huh?”
She nods. “I’m super happy. I want you to be happy too.”
“I’m happy,” Ben agrees, shuddering at the sensations of Leslie riding him. She speeds up her movements on his dick.
“I’m getting….oh, god. Super fucking happy,” he says, almost panting the individual words out.
And then minutes (seconds?) later he’s there, gripping her hips and she’s kissing him, swallowing his moans, and his orgasm is all sharp colors and noises and he releases in her explosively, but way too quickly.
Afterwards, her forehead is against his and they’re giving each other little teasing kisses, touching noses back and forth, and smiling. When he lowers his hand from her hip and finds her clit again, Ben feels her smile wider against his mouth rather than see it.
He’s getting soft and soon slips out, but she stays where she is, sitting in his lap as he slowly touches her, wanting to make her come again-wanting to watch her this time. Leslie’s grinding into him as he finds a rhythm that makes her squirm and bear down, a couple of fingers sliding inside where his dick just was.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” It’s a serious of adorable little gasps as she bucks against his hand, as she leans back, mouth open, and Ben makes her come for the second time. But this time he really gets to watch, his one hand on her hip steadying her, while the other is buried in her curls.
She stays in his lap even after Ben removes his hand and pulls the condom off. He really doesn’t want her to move at all, but she does first, if only to let him get up and dispose of the condom.
“You’re staying, right?” She asks, when he walks back into her bedroom from the small, messy bathroom.
“Yes. Besides, I’ll never be able to find my shoes downstairs,” he tells her, as he thinks, you’re probably stuck with me forever.
“What?” She’s laughing, all tousled blonde hair and pale skin, moving towards one side of her bed, making room for him.
“Nothing,” Ben says, smiling and cuddling up next to her. “It’s completely fine.”
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8. The Day After Ann and Chris Leave
Rating: G
“Hey,” Ben says as he sleepily walks into the living room at six in the morning on a Sunday. The living room that when they went to bed last night around midnight looked completely normal, but is now is filled with three large, distinct piles and stacks of things.
Leslie’s in some black stretchy pants and her over-sized Garfield t-shirt and is sitting in front of the coffee table that is filled up with even more piles of…junk? Yep. Lots and lots of junk spread out in front of her. And two pink, frilly throw pillows that he doesn’t recognize are now on their tan sofa.
“What’s going on, honey?” He asks evenly, when she finally looks up from her project.
“Oh, I was thinking last night…well, and this morning when I got up, about all the things Ann and I have done since becoming best friends,” she tells him. “And now that her and Chris have moved to Michigan, I thought that some of my Ann-things might look nice in the living room.”
“Oh? Like what?” He sits down next to her and although his first reaction is to panic about their home becoming like Leslie’s old place, he rides that out and just focuses on being supportive.
She holds up two birdhouses-one in each hand. “Ann liked these.”
Ben nods. “Okay. But do we need both of them?”
“Why does everyone ask that? Of course we need two. There might be two birds.”
“Sure,” Ben responds. “We can hang those up outside. For two bird friends.”
“Maybe,” she responds. “Or we could hang them up in here. Like art.”
“Oh. Um, yeah. We could do that.”
He doesn’t really like the bird houses, but if hanging them up on the wall makes her feel better, that’s…fine. Besides, this might be his way in for finally convincing Leslie that they should hang up his limited edition, framed and actually-(most likely)-signed-by Mark Hamill, Star Wars poster in the guest bathroom.
Ben looks at some of the other items spread out on the table-two coffee mugs from Jurassic Fork, a couple of penis hats from her bachelorette party, a heavy duty flashlight, five boxes of puzzles, tennis rackets, a collection of hairstyle magazines.
There are also two empty wine bottles, an orange hunting vest, and what looks like a deflated kiddie pool.
“Come here,” he says leaning back against the couch and tugging Leslie against him.
After a few minutes they easily end up cuddling, her head resting against his chest as they lay down.
She’s definitely still sad, but so far not crying like she was last night in bed. So, that’s good.
“I really hate that she left Pawnee,” she says softly.
“I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head.
“But I’m not going to make our house all scary-nightmare-hoarder-nesty,” Leslie assures him. “I just…” then she trails off.
He waits a few seconds before prodding, “What?”
“It just makes me feel better to have this stuff around.”
“That’s understandable,” he agrees. And it is. He gets it, he really does.
She spends so much time and energy documenting and collecting things and memories in case she loses the people the memories are attached too. Like her father. As soon as he figured that out way back when they first got back together, he became much more sympathetic towards Leslie’s hoarding tendencies.
It’s definitely not his aesthetic, but if hanging a couple of tacky birdhouses up on the wall or putting hideous throw pillows on the couch makes her feel more secure, who is he to have a problem with it.
“It’s not crazy?”
“Nope. Babe, don’t worry. I’ll tell you when you go crazy,” he jokes.
She nuzzles into him more. “I can put everything in boxes and take it down to the basement.”
“You don’t have to do that,” he responds.
“Really?” Leslie lifts her head up to look at him, a confused expression on her face.
“Not done-right away,” he adds, smiling softly.
“Deal,” She lightly smiles back. “Crap. I’m tired.”
“What time did you get up?”
“Three? Two forty-five?” She seems to guess and then yawns.
“That’s not enough sleep…even for you. Come back to bed with me for awhile. Later, we can make pancakes and you can tell me more about some of this stuff. Like why there’s a…fake squirrel in your pile of Ann-things.”
“Oh, that’s not fake. It’s real. I had it taxidermied,” she says, as they get up off the couch.
Ben makes a grossed out face and steps back from the squirrel.
“Seriously? Do I even want to know that story? One of you didn’t shoot it, did you?”
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9. Fourth of July Drabble
Rating G
“I told you they’d fall asleep,” Ben says softly, as he reaches down and runs his palm over Wesley’s soft brown hair as the little boy snores quietly.
They have Leslie’s large red, white, and blue blanket spread out in the small park near the lake house they’d rented for the long weekend.
Not surprisingly, the kids had been out before the first burst of color even exploded in the dark sky.
First Stephen, then Wesley, and finally Sonia-although, Ben had kind of thought she was going to make it, just fifteen minutes ago she had been telling him and Leslie a story about her stuffed ostrich BoBo fighting the Kale Monster.
But, now all three are curled up like three little exhausted kittens, surrounded by a select group of six stuffed animals (BoBo included).
“Well, that’s because this is kind of a boring fireworks display. If we’d stayed in DC-”
“They’d still be asleep but instead of our car being right over there, we’d have to struggle with three sleepy four-year olds, public transportation, and thousands of people on the Mall.”
Leslie rolls her eyes. “I find you very annoying when you’re being sensible.”
“I know,” Ben agrees, nodding his head. “But, you have to admit, this is kind of nice. For being outside, of course.”
He lays back on the blanket and tugs Leslie back against him. “We went to the parade earlier, had a picnic, patriotic-themed cupcakes, and now we can cuddle and watch the display. Then head back to the cabin and get our little monsters tucked into bed.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure these fireworks are being set off illegally on the hill over there by some teenager named Skippy.”
Ben shrugs, looking over across the lake and to the big hill Leslie’s probably talking about.
When he doesn’t respond, she adds, “Really? I’m surprised that doesn’t bother you more. I’m sure this is a fire hazard,” she teases.
“Well, we’re not in my district, I’m surrounded by my family, and it’s a nice night. And if we have to evacuate, the car’s like twenty feet away. I say, Let Skippy be Skippy.”
“God, you know how sexy I find it when you use West Wing quotes,” she tells him, moving in for a kiss.
“I know exactly how sexy you find it, babe,” Ben assures her with a smile.
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BONUS:
Ben masturbating while thinking about Leslie
The dream is definitely weird but so incredibly arousing that Ben really has no choice but to play it out in his head after waking up and finish. So, now his pajama pants are pulled down and his hand is sliding around his cock.
And sure, the idea of himself as a Dothraki warrior is enough to make him laugh, but it was his dream and Leslie was in it and he doesn't really care if he would be the shrimpiest khal in Essos. No, what he cares about is his new bride--his khaleesi.
Leslie.
She'd maybe be a little scared, which if he thinks about it too much, makes Ben feel like a creep, but in his mind, really she's more nervous than terrified. And when he comes to her, he doesn't just pull her robes off and shove her onto all fours, but he kisses her first, puts his hands all the places that he really wants to when he's sitting in a meeting with Leslie at work or talking with her in the living room about stolen artwork.
He'd suck a nipple into his mouth, tug on it with his teeth, slide his fingers through her curls, teasing her apart and working a finger into her tight, wet pussy.
Ben groans. Fuck. Okay, he needs to move this along.
Only when she's all naked and wanting him, Ben would get behind her, push her forward, so she's on her hands and knees before him. He'd taste her first. Dive right in and god, it'd probably be like licking the best dessert in the world--she eats enough sugar.
In his fantasy, Ben pulls his own clothing away and starts to fuck her. And she's not crying or trying to get away, but soaking wet, pushing back against him, and moaning. She likes it.
He pictures himself sliding in and out of her, everything all wet and hot, his dick coated with her juices and he comes almost violently, biting on his bottom lip to keep from yelling out loud enough to wake up Andy and April.
He uses his t-shirt to clean up quickly.
Good lord, that was stupid.
Ben has a meeting first thing in the morning in the Parks Department and now's he's going to have to sit across from Leslie, in a conference room with Chris and Ron too, knowing he can't date her, or touch her, or ever do some kind of kinky, sex-dream based Game of Thrones roleplay with her.
He doesn't get back to sleep for quite awhile.
Timeline: All over the place!
Summary: 1. Naked running Wesley, 2. Pants optional car trip, 3. Leslie and Ben hardcore making out on the couch when their teenage kids catch them (prompt). 4. Leslie has trouble sleeping (smut request), 5. Family Beach trip, 6. Leslie keeps a pic of Ben's penis on her phone, 7. First time fic (request), 8. The Day After Ann and Chris Leave, 9. Fourth of July drabble, BONUS: Ben masturbating while thinking about Leslie (kinkmeme - Game of Thrones-esque)
1. Naked running Wesley
Ben lifts nineteen month-old Wesley out of the tub and wraps his son in a big, fluffy towel. It has a hood and little ears like a monkey.
He gently dries him off while also keeping a close eye on Sonia and Stephen, still sitting in a few inches of the warm soapy water.
“Rain, daddy!” Sonia demands, holding her arms out.
“Just a minute, sweetie. We need to wait for mommy. She’s finding pajamas.” As he says it, Wesley laughs and twists out of Ben’s grasp, giggling as he runs naked out of the bathroom.
“Shit! Leslie!” He’s completely shocked as he looks from quickly escaping Wesley to his other two children, knowing he can’t leave them in the water alone to chase the other down. Ben just watches helplessly as Wesley speedily makes his way down the hall. “Uh, help! Wes is-”
“What happened?” Leslie rushes towards the bathroom, sees Wesley running towards her, and quickly scoops the still laughing toddler up in her arms.
“Oh my god,” Ben manages to get out. “He ran. He just ran away. I didn’t think they could run yet. Who taught him how to run?”
“Did you run?” Leslie asks Wesley in a silly voice, hugging him close.
Wesley laughs. “Run mommy!”
Ben looks from Wesley and Leslie to Sonia and Stephen, still looking a bit surprised. “But he was so fast. Like Chris in bumbleflex fast.”
“Well,” Leslie says, carrying Wesley into the bathroom and taking the hooded orange towel back from Ben. “He didn’t have any clothes on to weigh him down.”
“Oh god. They’re running now.”
“Babe, it’s okay. Remember how freaked out we were when they started crawling? That turned out okay. And we had the baby gate at the stairs, so he couldn’t have fallen.”
“But you don’t understand. There’s three of them. And they know how to run.”
Leslie sits down next to Ben on the soft bathroom floor mat, and pushes the door shut with her foot, a once again bundled up Wesley leaning back against her stomach. “It’s okay. They can’t run anywhere now.”
“Daddy!” Sonia screams impatiently.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Come on, let’s get you out.”
He stands her up in the tub, one hand protectively around her and rinses her off with a gentle spray from the hand held shower head, making it rain. Sonia giggles and then gets wrapped in her own snugly, hooded towel-this one is a green lizard with big blue eyes.
He passes her off to Leslie and she ends up sitting with her back against her mother too, right next to her brother. Ben gets Stephen rinsed off and then out of the tub, wrapped up in his own plush pig towel. He hugs the little boy.
“This just went so fast. They couldn’t even walk a few months ago.”
“I know,” Leslie says leaning her head against his shoulder. “Pretty soon, they’re going to be driving.”
“Oh god. Stop.”
“These ones are growing up too fast. We should make new babies,” Leslie teases.
“Alright. Now really stop.”
2. Pants optional car trip
He hears the pitter-patter of little feet running towards him before he feels Sonia (and Ben is pretty sure it’s his four-year old daughter) hug his legs from behind.
“Daddy!”
Yep, it’s Sonia.
“Yes?”
“Did you pack the marsh-mows?”
“Marshmallows? Why would we need those?” He teases, trying not to laugh.
“For s'mores!” She half giggles and yells at him.
Ben turns around to see Sonia wearing her fairy wings, red sunglasses, and a t-shirt with Curious George on it. And green and pink striped underpants.
He frowns. He’s pretty sure she was wearing pull-on jeans a few minutes ago when he saw her in the hallway after he took a load of supplies to the car.
“Maybe you should find your pants and then we can make sure your brothers are all packed for the weekend too.”
“But mommy said to remind you about the marsh…mallows. And I don’t like pants anymore.”
“Well, you need shorts at least. Come on, let’s go get you some.”
“BoBo doesn’t wear pants.”
“BoBo is an ostrich,” Ben tells his daughter, as he takes her hand and starts leading her towards the stairs.
When they get to the triplets’ room, Leslie is sitting on the floor with Stephen and Wesley, trying to stuff some clothes into a bag for the kids. There is also a pile of stuffed animals in another nearby bag-Margo T. Cuddlepants, one of three zebras, sticking out of the top.
“Hey babe,” Leslie says, glancing up briefly at him. “Did you find the marshmallows?”
“Yeah. No one worry about the s'mores situation. We’re covered. Besides, you have the emergency s'mores rations in the car, so-”
“Those are for an emergency,” Leslie responds. “Are we ready?”
All three kids yell out, “Yes!”
“Um. No,” Ben says. “She needs pants.”
“Sonia. When did you do that?” Leslie asks, making an amused, but puzzled face.
Their daughter just giggles, as Ben walks over to the dresser and starts looking for another pair of pants. When he turns around both boys are taking their pants off and Leslie is taking photos with her phone.
“Whoa. Whoa. No. What-”
“Pants are dumb, daddy!”
“Yeah!” Stephen says, apparently supporting his siblings’ opinion on fashion.
“I’ll give you all $100 if you put your pants back on.”
No one really answers (or listens) to him, but all three kids now have their pants off and on the floor while they giggle and run around the room, all as Leslie looks on and laughs.
Pretty soon Ben is laughing too.
“We should probably get going,” he tells his wife, finally opting to just sit on the floor next to her and take a couple of his own pictures of the scene.
The kids are exhausting and definitely a handful but he really wouldn’t change it for anything.
“They’re going to be in the car the whole time. It’s probably not a big deal if-”
“Yeah,” Ben agrees. “That’s what I was thinking.”
They all have underwear on so it’s not like anyone is going commando, he decides. Why start a fun weekend at the lake by struggling with the kids over pants on a warm summer day?
Leslie leans in close. “Maybe this weekend we tell them there’s a pants fairy that rewards good kids for wearing pants?”
“Or maybe the tickle monster makes another appearance tonight and attacks silly children who think pants are dumb.”
They smile and do their secret handshake.
Ben stands up and addresses the triplets. “Alright. We’re leaving for the lake. Pants can be optional this one time.”
“Yay!”
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3. Leslie and Ben hardcore making out on the couch when their teenage kids catch them (prompt)
Rating: PG
“Is it all clear?” Sonia asks her brother as he quietly walks back to where she and Stephen are standing, just past midnight, outside by the bushes at the side of the house.
“Alright. The bad news is, mom and dad are on the couch. But the good news is, uh, well, I don’t think they’ll notice us sneaking upstairs.”
“What do you…Oh.”
“What?” Thirteen-year old Stephen asks, looking confused. “Wait. What?”
“You know. They’re….” Wes makes a face-eyes all wide and head nodding. Then he shudders.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stephen says.
“I mean they’re…” He trails off and makes the face again.
“No. Don’t. Just. Don’t. God. I knew we should have just asked if we could go to the late showing of the movie. Mom would have said yes,” Sonia says.
“But dad probably would have said no.”
“She could have talked him into it,” Sonia adds.
“How?” Stephen asks.
Wesley makes the face one more time, holds his hand out towards the house.
“I still don’t know what-”
“Oh my god, Stephen. They’re doing it.”
“It?”
“Yeah.” Wes confirms. “The beast with two backs. Bumpin’ uglies. Going to the bone zone. They’re-”
“Oh god, stop. Stop!” Sonia whispers aggressively. “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to sleep in the tree house. We still have sleeping bags in there, right?”
Both of her brothers nod.
“And if mom and dad check on us, that’s the first place they’ll look when we’re not in our rooms. Maybe we’ll get grounded for not telling them we decided to sleep out there, but it’s less trouble than we’d be in for actually sneaking out of the house for a movie, and no one has to see mom and dad being gross.”
Wesley slowly raises his hand, a stricken look on his face.
“Sorry,” Sonia says, frowning. “Sorry. Come on. I think there are some cookies hidden in the tree house. You get first pick.”
4. Leslie has trouble sleeping (smut request)
Rating: NC-17
It’s one of those frequent nights when she can’t fall sleep no matter how much she wants to snuggle up next to Ben and just turn her mind off. So Leslie just tosses and turns, thinking about polling numbers, what she should have said in an interview, and if her brown blazer is going to go with her purple polka dot blouse in the morning.
At around three AM Ben finally rolls over and groggily says, “Enough.”
“Babe. You’re awake?”
“Of course I’m awake,” he says, not unkindly and sits up. He turns on the bedside light. “You’ve been mumbling about blazers and the interview, which went fine by the way, and I’m pretty sure you said something about Mr. Belvedere and tea time.”
Leslie sits up next to him and puts her head on his shoulder, sighing. “Sorry. I can go home.”
“I don’t want you to go home. It’s the middle of the night.”
“But I don’t want to keep you up,” she says guiltily.
“Then don’t,” he responds. “Alright. What’s it going to take to get you to go to sleep, Knope?”
Leslie laughs. “Cuddling wouldn’t hurt.”
“Naked cuddling?” Ben asks, turning towards her, eyebrow raised.
“Well, that is my one of my favorite kinds of cuddling. Followed by couch cuddling and post-breakfast cuddling.”
“I know,” he says, grinning at her and pulling his t-shirt over his head.
Leslie pulls her own soft white t-shirt off (it’s one of Ben’s that she’s kind of officially claimed as the top part of her pajamas) and shimmies out of her sleep shorts.
When they’re both naked, they quickly lay back down, Ben snuggling into her side. He kisses her neck and she runs her fingers through his hair.
“Light on or off?”
“On,” he says.
“Oh, I would have thought your vote would be for sleepy cuddling.”
Ben stops tonguing her nipple and looks up. “Nope. I’m awake now. I want to be able to see stuff.”
They make out lazily for a few minutes, before Leslie feels the need to say, “I’m sorry I have a weird sleep schedule and that it gets even weirder when I’m stressed.”
Then she reaches down and palms his dick, already more than half-hard.
Ben moans, as his fingers seek her out. Spreading her open and rubbing her clit, his middle finger teasing her opening, pushing against but not inside. Making her all impatient and wiggly.
“I know. It’s okay. Part of my job as your campaign manager is to de-stress you and make you sleepy.”
“You’re so much better than Mr. Belvedere,” she says.
“What?” He gives her a confused look.
“Never mind.”
He bites her shoulder gently when she sweeps the pad of her thumb over the head of his cock. But then Ben wiggles out of her grasp and starts moving down, kissing around her belly button and pushing his fingers against her inner thighs.
“Spread your legs for me.”
She does what he says and moans when he licks her. It almost seems unfair-she tosses and turns all night and keeps him up and then he goes down on her.
Leslie would tell him that he didn’t have to do that if it didn’t feel so amazing. And if she didn’t know how much he liked it. Got off on burying his face in her. Besides, she thinks, maybe she’ll surprise him tomorrow with a post-breakfast blow job-it’s kind of like cuddling after breakfast.
Her orgasm is louder then she means it to be, but really, she knows by now that April and Andy hear her and Ben have sex all the time anyway. The fact that April will roll her eyes in the morning and say gross and the Andy will try to high-five Ben, kind of gives her permission to just let the sounds that want to come out naturally, come out.
Leslie will just make pancakes for everyone in the morning and it’ll be fine.
At least they (for the most part), keep their activities in his room and not out in the common areas.
“You’re so sexy when you’re annoyingly wide awake. And also when you come all over my face.”
She kind of groans and giggles at his words and then they’re both up on their knees, facing each other and kissing, Ben coating her lips with her own juices.
Eventually, Leslie ends up in his lap, her knees spread wide, bouncing down on him, before Ben gets up on his knees to thrust quickly. If she moves her head to the side, she can watch his ass move back and forth in the dresser mirror as he pumps into her and it’s so sexy that she groans loudly, moves back to kiss him again, before tearing away for another peek.
“I love you. I love your butt.”
“I love you too,” Ben manages to get out between kisses, as her hands on the back of his neck pull him closer. “I love your passion and your boobs and your blue eyes. And the fact that you like to watch my ass when I fuck you.”
Then it’s just gasps and moans, quick thrusts evening out into a steady rhythm and when he pushes his hands against her shoulders, Leslie falls backward, ending up on her back, knees bent and to the sides, Ben’s hands at her waist as he continues to slam into her.
She’s gasping and panting, and when his fingers find her clit again, she comes, her head tossing and turning against his pillow and then Ben is making his own loud noises, pounding into her and coming, his fingers gripping and digging into her hips.
They’re both breathing hard and he’s lying next to her, kissing her neck when the new pounding starts. Steady thumps against his wall that make Ben sigh and close his eyes.
“I’m too old to have roommates,” he says, his voice muffled slightly by Leslie’s skin.
“It’s okay. I’ll make pancakes for breakfast,” she responds, yawning and rolling over to his side to turn off his light.
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5. Family beach trip
Rating: G
“I have to go.”
Ben looks in the rear view mirror, while Leslie turns around to find the source of the statement.
“We just started driving,” Ben says calmly. “Didn’t you go before we left the restaurant, buddy?”
“I didn’t have to pee then, daddy,” Four-year old Wesley tells his dad.
“Alright, well…” Ben kind of trails off, and looks around the deserted highway, which twenty minutes from the small diner, and still two hours from their rented lake house, definitely qualifies as in the middle of nowhere.
“We could go back to the whiz palace at the restaurant?“ Leslie suggests.
“No. I’m just going to find a place to pull over.”
“I get to pee outside?” Wes asks excitedly.
“Yeah,” Ben responds, “just hold on for a minute or two, okay?”
“I want to pee outside too!” Stephen says excitedly, and then both boys reminiscence about writing their names in the snow with their dad last winter, while Sonia tells everyone in the car that, "peeing in the snow is stupid!"
Ben and Leslie share a look, knowing just how jealous she really is about not being able to do that with her brothers.
“Honey, are you okay, or do you have to go again also?” Leslie asks her daughter. “Girls can pee outside too. It’s just a little more complicated. But I can show you how.”
“I’m fine mommy. I went at the whiz palace.”
After her daughter’s reply, Leslie turns to Ben and gives him a look.
“What?”
“She went at the restaurant.”
Ben can’t hold back a laugh. “Well, there are two of them for me, I did the best I could, babe. It’s fine. We’ll just stop quickly and then keep going.”
After taking the next exit off the highway, Ben finds a secluded spot near a cluster of trees. He pulls over to the shoulder, turns off the engine, and gets both boys unseatbelted and out of their booster seats.
Leslie watches as they all walk away, Ben closest to the road and Stephen and Wesley holding hands on his other side, until they reach the trees about twenty-five feet from the car.
“Mommy, can we go swimming at the beach?”
Leslie unbuckles her seat belt so she can more easily turn around and look at her daughter. “Of course we can. And we’ll go on hikes, and make s'mores, and-”
“And see the whales?”
“Well, no. There aren’t any whales in the lake, sweetie, but…” she trails off when she sees the car coming down the road behind them. And not just any car but a…“crap on a carrot.”
Sonia starts giggling at her mother’s words just as the police car passes their mini-van, turns on its flashing lights, and slowly pulls over to where Ben and both small boys are not completely exposed, but are still very obviously peeing outside.
Leslie has her door open in seconds, manages to get Sonia unbuckled and into her arms, and starts walking quickly towards her family.
“Come on Sonia, we need to go help daddy.”
“Yay! Help daddy!” The little voice repeats.
***
When Leslie gets over to where Ben and the boys are standing with the cop, Wes is sniffling softly and Ben is kneeling down, talking to the little boy.
“Look,” her husband says, standing back up and facing the officer. “I’m sorry and I’m sure we’re breaking some kind of law, but my kid had to go to the bathroom. Couldn’t you-”
“There’s a gas station a mile down the road, sir.”
“But we didn’t know that,” Ben explains, reaching down again and picking Wesley up as Leslie reaches down for Stephen’s hand. “We’re just trying to get to a lake house for a vacation, couldn’t you give us a break here?”
“Well, next time maybe spend a minute or two looking for somewhere more appropriate, okay?” The cop asks, looking at Ben and then Leslie and then all three kids. “But I understand it’s tough with kids. Twins?”
“Triplets,” Ben answers, with a nod towards Sonia. “They’re all four.”
“Good luck with that,” the cop says with a smile. “And drive carefully to Lake Monroe.
Leslie watches the cop walk back to the squad car, get in, and drive off, her mouth still hanging open in shock at Ben’s completely normal and unfreaked interaction with a police officer-so incredibly self-assured and sexy.
“Babe. I can’t believe you-”
“Come on, let’s get everyone back into the car,” Ben says, hugging Wesley tighter.
It’s when she shuts the back door on her side, all three kids back safe and sound in the backseat, that she sees Ben standing next to her on the passenger side.
“Oh my god.”
“Are you-”
“Oh my god,” he repeats looking pale. “That was a cop. He had a gun. I-”
“Oh boy. Honey, just breathe,” she reaches out and touches his back, rubs her hand soothingly against him.
“I just…I mean…I turned around and saw the red flashing lights and I was completely terrified, but then Wesley got scared and I just, I don’t even know what happened, I just needed to make him feel safe and I didn’t think about anything else.”
“Protective dad-mode kicked in and you forgot how scared you were. You were just focused on Wesley.”
“That must be what happened,” he say, giving her a confused look. “That’s…But now…Alright. Sorry, um, it’s very possible that I’m going to throw up.”
“It’s okay. Why don’t I drive for awhile,” she says, taking his keys from him.
“That’s probably a good idea.”
Ben still looks a little shaken up, but oh, so sexy. Especially when she remembers how he was just standing there moments ago, holding Wesley and calmly explaining everything to the officer, like a sexy, brave and gallant antelope.
She leans in quickly and kisses him. Hard. When she pulls away, Leslie says, “Protective dad is super, super sexy, babe.”
“Oh yeah? I really didn’t even try to do that,” he says, still looking surprised but also smiling a little. “But, I definitely don’t want any of the kids to be scared of stuff like that, so I’m glad that’s what happened. I would deal with fifty cops…one hundred cops for the kids if I had to.”
Leslie nods. “And you know, if you’re still a little freaked out when we get there, we can always set everyone up in front of the TV with the SpongeBob DVD and-”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll be okay by then,” Ben says, opening the passenger-side door. “I just need a few minutes to calm down.”
“Are you sure you won’t need a little more relaxing when we get there? In the bedroom?” She says, making a suggestive face at him.
“Oh. Oh. Ohhhh. Yeah. You’re absolutely right. That will help. Let’s do that.”
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6. Leslie keeps a pic of Ben's penis on her phone
Rating: R
“I was thinking,” Leslie starts saying, as she sits down next to him on the couch after dinner, “that we could plant some roses in back along the edge of the patio. Kind of like it was outside your DC apartment. That was nice.”
“I’m not sure I remember. What did it look like?” Ben asks, taking another sip of his beer before passing it to Leslie. She takes a sip and hands it back.
“Oh, I think I still have a photo of your DC place somewhere,” she says, grabbing her phone and scrolling through images as Ben looks over her shoulder.
There are so many recent baby pictures and they pause to smile over all of those, and a few selfies of Leslie’s not-so-long-ago pregnant belly, Ben making coffee, Ben working, the new NPS offices, various attractions in Pawnee, their wedding at City Hall, so, so many waffle shots, and then the Lincoln Memorial, White House and…a dick?
“Whoa,” Ben says, eyes widening. “What was-”
“Oh, that’s your penis, babe,” she scrolls back and clicks on the image. “Remember that night we took pictures of each other when I was visiting you, back before we got married?”
“Yeah, but…why is it still on your phone?”
Leslie shrugs. “I don’t know, I just like knowing it’s there. Don’t you still have-”
“Yeah,” he cuts her off, setting his beer on the coffee table. “Of course I do. But I transferred it to my laptop. It’s not still on my phone.”
“Well, sometimes I look at your penis if I need inspiration or something. I have photos of your butt and calves too. You know that.”
He did know about the couple of butt shots (also, they are all with pants on), and although the calf-thing is a surprise, it’s not a concern, but seeing the nude, full-frontal cock action on her phone is a bit of a surprise (and a concern).
Ben knows he’s kind of looking at her like she’s crazy, but he can’t help it. Of course he’s touched and all, and it’s sweet, and he certainly has many, many photos of Leslie on his phone, but they are definitely a bit less…revealing.
“You should be flattered.”
“Yeah,” he says carefully. “No. I am. It’s just that, um, maybe you shouldn’t have dick pics on your phone at all? Seeing how you’re the director of the Midwest Region of the National Park Service?”
“But you have that photo of me breastfeeding Wesley and Sonia on your phone.”
Ben’s expression softens. “That’s different. It’s not just gratuitous, your breasts are…doing something, it’s um, functional. It makes me smile when I-”
“Well, your penis makes me smile. And we used it to make the babies, so it’s functional too.”
Ben laughs despite his confusion. “Babe-”
“I have a password on my phone.”
She does…using the complex passcode option and everything. It’s YG64&ooWq1 (which took him like forever to memorize), so he knows it’s a good one. But still…
“And no one has ever seen it besides me.” Leslie continues. “Well, okay, except Ann.”
“Wait. What?” Ben asks, eyes wide.
“It was an accident. I was trying to show her the photo of the waffle sundae when I got back from DC and I accidentally scrolled right past your penis. But she thought it was very nice.”
“Oh my god.”
“It’s okay. It was a long time ago. I’m sure Ann’s even forgotten she’s seen it. Besides, she’s a nurse, I’m sure she sees penises all the time. Plus, she’s seen a lot penis photos from when she worked at City Hall, remember? One more random penis is like any other to her. Of course, yours isn’t random,” Leslie pats him on the shoulder, nodding, “it’s the best penis in the whole world. But I am really sorry about showing it to Ann. I can see how that might be weird. If you want me to take the photo off my phone, I will. Just say the word.”
“You really look at it sometimes?” He’s still making a face like he’s a little confused, but also amused.
“Yeah,” she nods.
“But in private, right?”
“Yes. Absolutely. I promise.”
“Alright,” Ben says, moving a bit closer, relenting. “I guess I don’t mind if you keep it on your phone.”
“Yay!”
“Maybe I should put your photo back on my phone?”
“Oh really?” Leslie asks and then smiles at him, snuggles closer as he puts his arm around her. “Well, only if you really want to. You know, for inspiration and stuff.”
“Or, maybe I should just take a new shot. An update.”
“Hmmmmmm, I think maybe that could be arranged.”
“Take your pants off,” he tells her, as Ben moves back a little and takes his phone out of his pocket.
“Right now?”
“Yeah. The babies will probably be asleep for another hour or so, we have time to do stuff, right?”
“We do,” she agrees.
“Well,” Ben grins at her, while also helping Leslie slide her pants and underwear down her hips, “get ready for your close-up, babe.”
***
tumblr comment: They better watch out for those iCloud hacks!! Jk jk I love this tho it’s so fun
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Jenn: Now before we get too far into this, is there anything weird I should know about? (she makes a face) Besides the hobbit-game thing?
Ben: It’s not…It’s called the Cones of Dunshire. And no. Well…no. It’s nothing.
Jenn:
Ben: (leans in close): Okay, the thing is, Leslie and I may have…erotic photos of one another on our phones. We should maybe take those off-
Jenn: You think?
Ben: Yeah. Done. Never mind. Let’s just pretend I never said anything.
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7. First time fic (request)
Rating: NC-17
If it were anyone else but Leslie, Ben would be worried about how on earth he was going to find his shoes in the morning.
Even with all the kissing and finally discovering what it feels like when his hands wander along her back, or down her sides, and grasp at her hips and tug her against him, some little part in the back of his mind would be thinking, oh my god, I’m never going to find my shoes downstairs, there’s just so much stuff in her living room.
But right now, he honestly doesn’t even care about the messy living room, or Chris finding out, or the fact that he hasn’t actually done this with anyone in about eight long months.
It’s all just Leslie-how she feels, how she smells, how soft all her curves are when his hands brush against her breasts or cup her butt.
They’re in her bedroom, kissing and he’s touching her after months of wanting to do nothing but, so who the hell cares about shoes?
“I like kissing you,” she says, almost as if reading his mind, when they finally separate. “We should have done this a lot sooner.”
“Oh yeah?” Ben asks, unable to stop smiling.
She nods, her eyes sparkling at him, and god, they’re so blue and pretty. Fuck. He is a goner.
“But I’m not wearing fancy underwear. I mean…” she pulls her blouse out a bit and glances down. “I don’t even think it matches.”
“Um. That’s okay.” Ben answers. “I honestly don’t care if your underwear matches. Really.”
“My bra is boring and beige. And I think my underwear has polka dots on it. Hey, I could go put the sexy black bra on and look for my-”
“Leslie,” he interrupts her. “I want to see what you have on now. I mean, if you want to show me what you have on now.”
“Of course I do.” She steps back a few feet and starts unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, seductively, eyes never leaving his.
When the material separates, Ben steps closer and parts it the rest of the way. It’s definitely beige and cotton, but it’s molded perfectly to her and he can see her hard nipples through the material. When he brushes his palms against the undersides of her breasts, Leslie moans.
Her bra, while perfectly cute, doesn’t stay on all that long and Ben wastes no time in touching Leslie’s bare skin. He leans down and licks a nipple, pulls it into his mouth and sucks lightly, lets his teeth lightly graze against her.
“Ohhhhhh. God, that’s good,” she says, in a tone he’s never heard Leslie use before, and it both turns him on even more and makes him want to laugh in amusement. He repeats his actions on the other side and groans himself as her fingers tighten in his hair.
When they actually make it to her bed, her pants are off and the sight of Leslie in just her purple and red polka dot underwear makes Ben even harder. It’s a tangle of limbs and kisses and when she touches him through his pants, he moans, instinctively pushes against her, wanting more.
“Okay Wyatt. It’s your turn, I want to see your underwear,” Leslie says, working his belt open.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he agrees quickly.
They’re just his everyday black boxer-briefs (as if he has any special, fancy underwear-he doesn’t), but she seems to approve because her eyes widen and she smiles when they get his pants tugged all the way down and around his ankles. Leslie touches his dick through the material and suddenly Ben realizes that this could turn into a disaster so, so easily.
“Hey. So, um, hey…you.” He stammers out. Jesus, he thinks, don’t say anything stupid.
She sits back and looks at him like she’s trying to hide her disappointment. “Do you not want to-”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I do. No, it’s just that, um, I really like you.”
“I like you too, Ben.”
“And um, the last time I did this with anyone it was almost a year ago and-”
“Hey, me too,” she agrees, apparently amused that they both have had an almost non-existent sex life lately.
Leslie lies down next to him again, on her stomach so she’s looking right at him. “I haven’t done this for awhile either. Do you think you’re going to come too quickly once you’re inside me?” She asks bluntly.
He stares at her for a second. “Um. Well. Maybe?”
“That’s okay. It’ll last longer next time. Besides, it really shouldn’t last that long,” she tells him with a huge grin, and before he can do anything other than smile confusedly at her words, she’s stretching forward and kissing him again.
When she pulls back, Leslie says, “And I might not even come during…I mean that doesn’t always work out and-”
“Oh, I have a solution for that,” he says, still with a grin, leading her onto her back.
“What?”
“I go down on you and you come first?”
“God, you’re so awesome,” she says, helping him pull her panties down and off. He tosses them over his shoulder in what he hopes is a sexy way.
“Oh wait. We should talk about…I’m clean. I mean, I’ve been tested and-”
“Yeah, me too,” he replies, admiring naked Leslie. Naked, smiling, waiting-for-him-to-eat-her-out Leslie.
God. That’s probably his new favorite Leslie, surpassing doing-amazing-things-at-work Leslie and passionate-about-Pawnee Leslie and sexy-centaur-goddess Leslie.
They’re both still kind of giggling when he spreads her legs apart, settles carefully on his stomach and nuzzles into her. She kind of jumps when he puts his mouth on her and gasps when he licks her.
From there, Ben just lets her noises dictate what his tongue does-broad licks, sucking on her clit, wiggling his tongue back and forth across the little nub. And now, with his face buried in her, Chris’s cock-blocking, their jobs, and everything else seems so, so far away, especially when she comes minutes later, her fingers gripping his hair tightly and one leg thrown over his shoulder.
Ben moves back on his knees and starts pushing his boxers down and off while she watches.
“Your butt is really cute.”
“Thanks,” is about all he has time to get out before Leslie gets up and moves towards him, kissing him again and wrapping her fingers around his cock in a rush. “God. You…ooooh.”
When she lets go, it’s only to reach over, open a drawer, and pull out a condom. Leslie examines it, probably looking for an expiration date.
“Yay!” She says.
“Yay,” Ben agrees as she rips the packaging open and rolls the condom down over him.
“How do you want-”
“Me on top?”
He nods. Fuck. Yeah. That sounds great. Instead of lying down, he kind of ends up sitting against the headboard, Leslie up on her knees, thighs spread wide, and then she slowly sinks down, eyes closed, jaw just a little tensed.
“Okay?”
She keeps her eyes closed for a few more seconds, and just when he’s starting to get concerned, she opens them and she smiles broadly at him.
“Great.”
Ben laughs as she starts to move, his hands moving to her hips. “Great, huh?”
She nods. “I’m super happy. I want you to be happy too.”
“I’m happy,” Ben agrees, shuddering at the sensations of Leslie riding him. She speeds up her movements on his dick.
“I’m getting….oh, god. Super fucking happy,” he says, almost panting the individual words out.
And then minutes (seconds?) later he’s there, gripping her hips and she’s kissing him, swallowing his moans, and his orgasm is all sharp colors and noises and he releases in her explosively, but way too quickly.
Afterwards, her forehead is against his and they’re giving each other little teasing kisses, touching noses back and forth, and smiling. When he lowers his hand from her hip and finds her clit again, Ben feels her smile wider against his mouth rather than see it.
He’s getting soft and soon slips out, but she stays where she is, sitting in his lap as he slowly touches her, wanting to make her come again-wanting to watch her this time. Leslie’s grinding into him as he finds a rhythm that makes her squirm and bear down, a couple of fingers sliding inside where his dick just was.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” It’s a serious of adorable little gasps as she bucks against his hand, as she leans back, mouth open, and Ben makes her come for the second time. But this time he really gets to watch, his one hand on her hip steadying her, while the other is buried in her curls.
She stays in his lap even after Ben removes his hand and pulls the condom off. He really doesn’t want her to move at all, but she does first, if only to let him get up and dispose of the condom.
“You’re staying, right?” She asks, when he walks back into her bedroom from the small, messy bathroom.
“Yes. Besides, I’ll never be able to find my shoes downstairs,” he tells her, as he thinks, you’re probably stuck with me forever.
“What?” She’s laughing, all tousled blonde hair and pale skin, moving towards one side of her bed, making room for him.
“Nothing,” Ben says, smiling and cuddling up next to her. “It’s completely fine.”
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8. The Day After Ann and Chris Leave
Rating: G
“Hey,” Ben says as he sleepily walks into the living room at six in the morning on a Sunday. The living room that when they went to bed last night around midnight looked completely normal, but is now is filled with three large, distinct piles and stacks of things.
Leslie’s in some black stretchy pants and her over-sized Garfield t-shirt and is sitting in front of the coffee table that is filled up with even more piles of…junk? Yep. Lots and lots of junk spread out in front of her. And two pink, frilly throw pillows that he doesn’t recognize are now on their tan sofa.
“What’s going on, honey?” He asks evenly, when she finally looks up from her project.
“Oh, I was thinking last night…well, and this morning when I got up, about all the things Ann and I have done since becoming best friends,” she tells him. “And now that her and Chris have moved to Michigan, I thought that some of my Ann-things might look nice in the living room.”
“Oh? Like what?” He sits down next to her and although his first reaction is to panic about their home becoming like Leslie’s old place, he rides that out and just focuses on being supportive.
She holds up two birdhouses-one in each hand. “Ann liked these.”
Ben nods. “Okay. But do we need both of them?”
“Why does everyone ask that? Of course we need two. There might be two birds.”
“Sure,” Ben responds. “We can hang those up outside. For two bird friends.”
“Maybe,” she responds. “Or we could hang them up in here. Like art.”
“Oh. Um, yeah. We could do that.”
He doesn’t really like the bird houses, but if hanging them up on the wall makes her feel better, that’s…fine. Besides, this might be his way in for finally convincing Leslie that they should hang up his limited edition, framed and actually-(most likely)-signed-by Mark Hamill, Star Wars poster in the guest bathroom.
Ben looks at some of the other items spread out on the table-two coffee mugs from Jurassic Fork, a couple of penis hats from her bachelorette party, a heavy duty flashlight, five boxes of puzzles, tennis rackets, a collection of hairstyle magazines.
There are also two empty wine bottles, an orange hunting vest, and what looks like a deflated kiddie pool.
“Come here,” he says leaning back against the couch and tugging Leslie against him.
After a few minutes they easily end up cuddling, her head resting against his chest as they lay down.
She’s definitely still sad, but so far not crying like she was last night in bed. So, that’s good.
“I really hate that she left Pawnee,” she says softly.
“I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head.
“But I’m not going to make our house all scary-nightmare-hoarder-nesty,” Leslie assures him. “I just…” then she trails off.
He waits a few seconds before prodding, “What?”
“It just makes me feel better to have this stuff around.”
“That’s understandable,” he agrees. And it is. He gets it, he really does.
She spends so much time and energy documenting and collecting things and memories in case she loses the people the memories are attached too. Like her father. As soon as he figured that out way back when they first got back together, he became much more sympathetic towards Leslie’s hoarding tendencies.
It’s definitely not his aesthetic, but if hanging a couple of tacky birdhouses up on the wall or putting hideous throw pillows on the couch makes her feel more secure, who is he to have a problem with it.
“It’s not crazy?”
“Nope. Babe, don’t worry. I’ll tell you when you go crazy,” he jokes.
She nuzzles into him more. “I can put everything in boxes and take it down to the basement.”
“You don’t have to do that,” he responds.
“Really?” Leslie lifts her head up to look at him, a confused expression on her face.
“Not done-right away,” he adds, smiling softly.
“Deal,” She lightly smiles back. “Crap. I’m tired.”
“What time did you get up?”
“Three? Two forty-five?” She seems to guess and then yawns.
“That’s not enough sleep…even for you. Come back to bed with me for awhile. Later, we can make pancakes and you can tell me more about some of this stuff. Like why there’s a…fake squirrel in your pile of Ann-things.”
“Oh, that’s not fake. It’s real. I had it taxidermied,” she says, as they get up off the couch.
Ben makes a grossed out face and steps back from the squirrel.
“Seriously? Do I even want to know that story? One of you didn’t shoot it, did you?”
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9. Fourth of July Drabble
Rating G
“I told you they’d fall asleep,” Ben says softly, as he reaches down and runs his palm over Wesley’s soft brown hair as the little boy snores quietly.
They have Leslie’s large red, white, and blue blanket spread out in the small park near the lake house they’d rented for the long weekend.
Not surprisingly, the kids had been out before the first burst of color even exploded in the dark sky.
First Stephen, then Wesley, and finally Sonia-although, Ben had kind of thought she was going to make it, just fifteen minutes ago she had been telling him and Leslie a story about her stuffed ostrich BoBo fighting the Kale Monster.
But, now all three are curled up like three little exhausted kittens, surrounded by a select group of six stuffed animals (BoBo included).
“Well, that’s because this is kind of a boring fireworks display. If we’d stayed in DC-”
“They’d still be asleep but instead of our car being right over there, we’d have to struggle with three sleepy four-year olds, public transportation, and thousands of people on the Mall.”
Leslie rolls her eyes. “I find you very annoying when you’re being sensible.”
“I know,” Ben agrees, nodding his head. “But, you have to admit, this is kind of nice. For being outside, of course.”
He lays back on the blanket and tugs Leslie back against him. “We went to the parade earlier, had a picnic, patriotic-themed cupcakes, and now we can cuddle and watch the display. Then head back to the cabin and get our little monsters tucked into bed.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure these fireworks are being set off illegally on the hill over there by some teenager named Skippy.”
Ben shrugs, looking over across the lake and to the big hill Leslie’s probably talking about.
When he doesn’t respond, she adds, “Really? I’m surprised that doesn’t bother you more. I’m sure this is a fire hazard,” she teases.
“Well, we’re not in my district, I’m surrounded by my family, and it’s a nice night. And if we have to evacuate, the car’s like twenty feet away. I say, Let Skippy be Skippy.”
“God, you know how sexy I find it when you use West Wing quotes,” she tells him, moving in for a kiss.
“I know exactly how sexy you find it, babe,” Ben assures her with a smile.
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BONUS:
Ben masturbating while thinking about Leslie
The dream is definitely weird but so incredibly arousing that Ben really has no choice but to play it out in his head after waking up and finish. So, now his pajama pants are pulled down and his hand is sliding around his cock.
And sure, the idea of himself as a Dothraki warrior is enough to make him laugh, but it was his dream and Leslie was in it and he doesn't really care if he would be the shrimpiest khal in Essos. No, what he cares about is his new bride--his khaleesi.
Leslie.
She'd maybe be a little scared, which if he thinks about it too much, makes Ben feel like a creep, but in his mind, really she's more nervous than terrified. And when he comes to her, he doesn't just pull her robes off and shove her onto all fours, but he kisses her first, puts his hands all the places that he really wants to when he's sitting in a meeting with Leslie at work or talking with her in the living room about stolen artwork.
He'd suck a nipple into his mouth, tug on it with his teeth, slide his fingers through her curls, teasing her apart and working a finger into her tight, wet pussy.
Ben groans. Fuck. Okay, he needs to move this along.
Only when she's all naked and wanting him, Ben would get behind her, push her forward, so she's on her hands and knees before him. He'd taste her first. Dive right in and god, it'd probably be like licking the best dessert in the world--she eats enough sugar.
In his fantasy, Ben pulls his own clothing away and starts to fuck her. And she's not crying or trying to get away, but soaking wet, pushing back against him, and moaning. She likes it.
He pictures himself sliding in and out of her, everything all wet and hot, his dick coated with her juices and he comes almost violently, biting on his bottom lip to keep from yelling out loud enough to wake up Andy and April.
He uses his t-shirt to clean up quickly.
Good lord, that was stupid.
Ben has a meeting first thing in the morning in the Parks Department and now's he's going to have to sit across from Leslie, in a conference room with Chris and Ron too, knowing he can't date her, or touch her, or ever do some kind of kinky, sex-dream based Game of Thrones roleplay with her.
He doesn't get back to sleep for quite awhile.