Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 2/6
Title: Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 2/6
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
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June 2012:
"So, Ann and Donna took me out for flaming tequila shots the other night, followed by a drink or two at The Bulge. I was fairly drunk when I was on Skype with you later."
He laughs into the phone. "Yes, you definitely were."
"And I'm pretty sure I did something fairly...unseemly."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard you, did you say something fairly awesome?"
"Ben..."
"Leslie, that was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen. Even with the British accent."
She smiles despite herself. "Yeah, but you couldn't even see my face. I could have been anyone." I could have been some hot, tall, brunette named Rebecca, she thinks.
Leslie vaguely remembers telling him how she sometimes thought about being on her hands and knees, with him behind her when they were on the phone and then suggesting she do that for him on Skype. Of course Ben thought it was a great idea and that's all it took before she was drunkenly giggling and taking off all of her clothes as he watched from her laptop's screen.
Leslie also kind of remembers turning around to adjust the screen to his specifications a few times (that part was more complicated than she had anticipated), before facing back around on her knees, stretching her right hand down between her legs and working her vibrator against her clit, grinding down onto it and moaning while Ben watched--his words of encouragement quickly turning into gasps and groans from the laptop behind her.
It was sexy but it also makes her feel a little weird now--kind of like a perv.
"I knew it was you, that's why it was so hot. Besides, we were still talking during it," he assures her.
"I know, but I couldn't see you at all," she complains.
"You normally can't see me in that position."
"Yeah, but you're usually in the same room and I can feel you. The other night it was hard to even hear you. My face was kind of against the mattress...maybe I should have used my headphones? That might have helped."
There's a short pause before he starts talking. "Okay, I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable or weird about it. I thought it was amazing and you pretty much made my brain explode, but I don't expect you to do that again over Skype if you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to do that again exactly, it's just..." She's not quite sure how to explain it.
"Well, why don't we just stick to the regular things where we both watch each other and save the really dirty stuff for when we're together? Which will be in exactly three weeks, two days, and 15 hours. At which time I think we should revisit this whole approach. And by that I mean, um, including your...uh, vibrator too, if you want. Because that was..." his voice trails off against her ear.
"Oh? Ohhhhhh. Yeah. That might be...yeah, okay. We should definitely do that." She shudders a little bit thinking about that, because wow, okay, that would probably be a lot of fun. She's always kept Ben and her vibrator sort of separate, but...why not introduce them to each other officially and in person?
"Also, you forgot the 32 minutes. It's three weeks, two days, 15 hours, and 32 minutes until your visit," Leslie adds.
"And 32 minutes," he repeats, and she can hear the smile in his voice.
"The other night was hot, it just also seemed like it was kind of disconnected and porny."
"Well, by definition, all Skype sex seems a little porny."
"Yeah, maybe. But that was...super-porny." Like maybe Brandi Maxxxx level porny, Leslie thinks. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just a bit beyond her comfort level, maybe? She's not sure. There are parts of the long distance relationship thing that are more confusing than others.
"Babe, do I need to get hammered, get on my laptop, spin it around and give you a show? Because I will if it would make you feel better. I'll go to a bar right now and--"
"No, no. Stop." She is feeling better--just being open and discussing this with him. "Everything's good. I just want to lay in bed and talk to you right now, you sexy, wiry, political operative."
In addition to everything else, she also remembers the look on his face after they both came the other night, when she was lying down, sheet pulled up to her chin, with the laptop resting on her stomach. They were in their separate beds, just talking about silly, stupid stuff. His eyes were sleepy but so soft and full of love when he smiled at her and asked about her day. There's no confusion about that.
She misses him more than she thought possible but she's happy he's having this amazing job experience in DC. One month down, five to go.
"I want that too," he says in her ear, then there's a pause before he asks. "So what are you wearing? Please tell me it's the NYMPHO pants."
Part 3 -->
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
June 2012:
"So, Ann and Donna took me out for flaming tequila shots the other night, followed by a drink or two at The Bulge. I was fairly drunk when I was on Skype with you later."
He laughs into the phone. "Yes, you definitely were."
"And I'm pretty sure I did something fairly...unseemly."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I heard you, did you say something fairly awesome?"
"Ben..."
"Leslie, that was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen. Even with the British accent."
She smiles despite herself. "Yeah, but you couldn't even see my face. I could have been anyone." I could have been some hot, tall, brunette named Rebecca, she thinks.
Leslie vaguely remembers telling him how she sometimes thought about being on her hands and knees, with him behind her when they were on the phone and then suggesting she do that for him on Skype. Of course Ben thought it was a great idea and that's all it took before she was drunkenly giggling and taking off all of her clothes as he watched from her laptop's screen.
Leslie also kind of remembers turning around to adjust the screen to his specifications a few times (that part was more complicated than she had anticipated), before facing back around on her knees, stretching her right hand down between her legs and working her vibrator against her clit, grinding down onto it and moaning while Ben watched--his words of encouragement quickly turning into gasps and groans from the laptop behind her.
It was sexy but it also makes her feel a little weird now--kind of like a perv.
"I knew it was you, that's why it was so hot. Besides, we were still talking during it," he assures her.
"I know, but I couldn't see you at all," she complains.
"You normally can't see me in that position."
"Yeah, but you're usually in the same room and I can feel you. The other night it was hard to even hear you. My face was kind of against the mattress...maybe I should have used my headphones? That might have helped."
There's a short pause before he starts talking. "Okay, I really don't want you to feel uncomfortable or weird about it. I thought it was amazing and you pretty much made my brain explode, but I don't expect you to do that again over Skype if you don't want to."
"It's not that I don't want to do that again exactly, it's just..." She's not quite sure how to explain it.
"Well, why don't we just stick to the regular things where we both watch each other and save the really dirty stuff for when we're together? Which will be in exactly three weeks, two days, and 15 hours. At which time I think we should revisit this whole approach. And by that I mean, um, including your...uh, vibrator too, if you want. Because that was..." his voice trails off against her ear.
"Oh? Ohhhhhh. Yeah. That might be...yeah, okay. We should definitely do that." She shudders a little bit thinking about that, because wow, okay, that would probably be a lot of fun. She's always kept Ben and her vibrator sort of separate, but...why not introduce them to each other officially and in person?
"Also, you forgot the 32 minutes. It's three weeks, two days, 15 hours, and 32 minutes until your visit," Leslie adds.
"And 32 minutes," he repeats, and she can hear the smile in his voice.
"The other night was hot, it just also seemed like it was kind of disconnected and porny."
"Well, by definition, all Skype sex seems a little porny."
"Yeah, maybe. But that was...super-porny." Like maybe Brandi Maxxxx level porny, Leslie thinks. Not that there's anything wrong with that. It's just a bit beyond her comfort level, maybe? She's not sure. There are parts of the long distance relationship thing that are more confusing than others.
"Babe, do I need to get hammered, get on my laptop, spin it around and give you a show? Because I will if it would make you feel better. I'll go to a bar right now and--"
"No, no. Stop." She is feeling better--just being open and discussing this with him. "Everything's good. I just want to lay in bed and talk to you right now, you sexy, wiry, political operative."
In addition to everything else, she also remembers the look on his face after they both came the other night, when she was lying down, sheet pulled up to her chin, with the laptop resting on her stomach. They were in their separate beds, just talking about silly, stupid stuff. His eyes were sleepy but so soft and full of love when he smiled at her and asked about her day. There's no confusion about that.
She misses him more than she thought possible but she's happy he's having this amazing job experience in DC. One month down, five to go.
"I want that too," he says in her ear, then there's a pause before he asks. "So what are you wearing? Please tell me it's the NYMPHO pants."
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