Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 1/6
Title: Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 1/6
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: This chapter: R (overall NC-17)
Timeline: All over the place, through post-season 6.
Summary: The title kind of says it all. Five different phone conversations that have or lead to phone sex. And one that didn't.
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May 2012:
"Hey, where are you? Aren't you here?" Ben looks around her cluttered living room, clearly confused, his phone clasped against his ear. Is she hiding behind a pile of something?
"Yeah, I'm still here but I'm upstairs. In the bedroom."
"Okay. Why are you calling me from your bedroom, Leslie?"
"You leave for DC in two days," she says simply.
"Right. But that doesn't explain why--"
"We should practice," she answers.
"Practice what?"
"The phone sex."
"I...really? We should?"
"Yes."
"Or I could just come upstairs and we could, um...have in-person sex?" Ben counters.
"You know, pretty soon, that's not going to be an option. We need to get good at the phone stuff. Six months is a long time."
"I'm sure we'll be good at the phone stuff. Great at the phone stuff," he assures her. But when she doesn't answer, he adds, "Okay. We can practice if you want."
"What are you wearing?"
"You just saw me like five minutes ago. You know what I'm wearing."
"Ben! That's how it has to start. Pretend you're in DC and that I didn't just see you."
"I don't think it has to start that way," he mutters, but then he smiles and turns off the TV. "But, fine, Councilwoman Knope, you win. I'm wearing jeans and that green and blue plaid shirt," he resists the urge to add, that you just saw me in.
"Mmmm, I like that shirt. Do you want to know what I'm wearing?"
"What are you wearing, babe?"
"Well, when I snuck upstairs, I took off my jeans and t-shirt and now I'm just in my blue bra and those black boy shorts-style panties you like. The one's that make my ass look so good. Oh, and I took my socks off too, because it was kind of silly looking to keep them on. And I didn't want to lie about not having socks on."
"I should come upstairs now," he says quickly because those panties really do make her ass look great but also because she's super adorable when she's talking about socks. But mostly...it's the panties.
"No! You have to stay down there. But, if you did come upstairs--which you can't--what would you do?"
He settles back on her couch, lies down, decides to play along with her. "I would kiss you."
"I would kiss you back and probably squeeze your butt," Leslie tells him.
"I know you would and then I would squeeze yours too," and then he starts laughing. "Sorry, just, god that sounded really dumb."
Ben hears her sigh in his ear before she says, "Okay, see, this is what I was afraid of. I love you and I like you but honestly, we both really need to practice this."
He can't believe it but he kind of agrees. How on earth is she right about this? But then he really thinks about her upstairs, in her current state of undress and what he would do to her. What he'd be aching to do to her if they were separated by a 10-hour drive along I-70.
"I mean, this is cute and all so far, but--"
The words just start to come together in his head. "Leslie, I would slide my palm over your ass, rub my fingers against your skin--that cute little plump part that sticks out on the underside of your butt cheeks when you wear those panties? God, I love that spot. I would pick a side and skim my fingers over that luscious, curvy area while I kissed you. I would be so tempted to just spin you around, get down on my knees and lick and suck on that perfect little patch of skin like a ripe, juicy plum, but I would make myself wait."
He hears her gasp into the phone, smiles, and thinks, okay, this is pretty good. He continues, "I'd make you wait for it too. Until you were completely soaked, until you were begging me, so I could smell you when I was down on my knees behind you. Until then, I'd keep kissing you and nibbling on your lower lip, wrapping my arms around you, and pulling you closer."
"Oh...wow. God, um, that's...the stuff."
Ben laughs. "I really think I should come upstairs now--literally and literally. We've got two days. While I'm in DC we'll figure it out. I promise."
"Yeah, okay. I think maybe we've made some progress here...hello? Ben?"
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Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: This chapter: R (overall NC-17)
Timeline: All over the place, through post-season 6.
Summary: The title kind of says it all. Five different phone conversations that have or lead to phone sex. And one that didn't.
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
May 2012:
"Hey, where are you? Aren't you here?" Ben looks around her cluttered living room, clearly confused, his phone clasped against his ear. Is she hiding behind a pile of something?
"Yeah, I'm still here but I'm upstairs. In the bedroom."
"Okay. Why are you calling me from your bedroom, Leslie?"
"You leave for DC in two days," she says simply.
"Right. But that doesn't explain why--"
"We should practice," she answers.
"Practice what?"
"The phone sex."
"I...really? We should?"
"Yes."
"Or I could just come upstairs and we could, um...have in-person sex?" Ben counters.
"You know, pretty soon, that's not going to be an option. We need to get good at the phone stuff. Six months is a long time."
"I'm sure we'll be good at the phone stuff. Great at the phone stuff," he assures her. But when she doesn't answer, he adds, "Okay. We can practice if you want."
"What are you wearing?"
"You just saw me like five minutes ago. You know what I'm wearing."
"Ben! That's how it has to start. Pretend you're in DC and that I didn't just see you."
"I don't think it has to start that way," he mutters, but then he smiles and turns off the TV. "But, fine, Councilwoman Knope, you win. I'm wearing jeans and that green and blue plaid shirt," he resists the urge to add, that you just saw me in.
"Mmmm, I like that shirt. Do you want to know what I'm wearing?"
"What are you wearing, babe?"
"Well, when I snuck upstairs, I took off my jeans and t-shirt and now I'm just in my blue bra and those black boy shorts-style panties you like. The one's that make my ass look so good. Oh, and I took my socks off too, because it was kind of silly looking to keep them on. And I didn't want to lie about not having socks on."
"I should come upstairs now," he says quickly because those panties really do make her ass look great but also because she's super adorable when she's talking about socks. But mostly...it's the panties.
"No! You have to stay down there. But, if you did come upstairs--which you can't--what would you do?"
He settles back on her couch, lies down, decides to play along with her. "I would kiss you."
"I would kiss you back and probably squeeze your butt," Leslie tells him.
"I know you would and then I would squeeze yours too," and then he starts laughing. "Sorry, just, god that sounded really dumb."
Ben hears her sigh in his ear before she says, "Okay, see, this is what I was afraid of. I love you and I like you but honestly, we both really need to practice this."
He can't believe it but he kind of agrees. How on earth is she right about this? But then he really thinks about her upstairs, in her current state of undress and what he would do to her. What he'd be aching to do to her if they were separated by a 10-hour drive along I-70.
"I mean, this is cute and all so far, but--"
The words just start to come together in his head. "Leslie, I would slide my palm over your ass, rub my fingers against your skin--that cute little plump part that sticks out on the underside of your butt cheeks when you wear those panties? God, I love that spot. I would pick a side and skim my fingers over that luscious, curvy area while I kissed you. I would be so tempted to just spin you around, get down on my knees and lick and suck on that perfect little patch of skin like a ripe, juicy plum, but I would make myself wait."
He hears her gasp into the phone, smiles, and thinks, okay, this is pretty good. He continues, "I'd make you wait for it too. Until you were completely soaked, until you were begging me, so I could smell you when I was down on my knees behind you. Until then, I'd keep kissing you and nibbling on your lower lip, wrapping my arms around you, and pulling you closer."
"Oh...wow. God, um, that's...the stuff."
Ben laughs. "I really think I should come upstairs now--literally and literally. We've got two days. While I'm in DC we'll figure it out. I promise."
"Yeah, okay. I think maybe we've made some progress here...hello? Ben?"
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