Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 3/6
Title: Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 3/6
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
October 2012:
"I'm going as Rosie the Riveter," she tells him and he's not expecting that, so he stops reading through the campaign poll numbers in front of him and gives Leslie his full attention. Takes her off speaker and holds the phone up to his ear.
"You are?" He pictures her in a denim shirt, jeans, red lips, and her hair hidden behind a red bandana, except for some blonde curls on top. Okay, well, he's getting all turned on by Leslie dressed as Rosie the Riveter now. Good lord, how long has it been since they've seen each other?
Yeah," she says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "What are you dressing up as?"
"Oh, I don't think anyone here is...doing that. So..."
"That's no fun. Okay, but if you were back home in Pawnee. What would you go as?"
"Would you want to do a couple's costume? Because wouldn't I be off to war?"
"No. No, I mean couple's costumes are fine, but it doesn't have to be that. Oh! But some year we should totally go as Princess Butter Cup and Dread Pirate Roberts!"
"The Princess Bride--I love that movie," he thinks that should be their first movie night after he gets back.
"Yeah, me too. But, this year...What would you be if you were dressing up and could be anything?"
He waits a few seconds. "Well, I do have a Batman costume at home in my closet."
"Really? How have I never seen that? Rosie the Riveter and Batman...I like it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Definitely. They'd make a great team."
"Huh."
"Yeah. I could help you fight crime."
"And I could help you rivet," he says and listens to her soft laughter. It makes his chest feel all warm and full. While he loves this exciting job and it's thrilling to be involved in politics (and being good at it--that's key), after finally finding a home in Pawnee, he's been surprised at just how lonely he is in DC, April's sarcastic and at times, infuriating company aside.
He thought this would just feel like being on the road in Indiana--it's not. He knows what he's missing now. It's Leslie Knope. And racoons, and Crazy Ira and The Douche, and Ramsett Park, and Jerry tripping over something. But mostly, it's Leslie.
Ben takes a sip of his beer, pushes back the chair from his dining room table and walks over to the couch, sits down. It's only a few more weeks until he'll be back home in Pawnee. No more phone calls and evenings spent on Skype to feel close to her.
"We could rivet by day and fight crime by night," she suggests.
"But when would we have time to do it?" he asks.
"Anytime you wanted to, babe."
"Okay, I'm liking the sound of this. I think we can skip the whole, what are you wearing thing tonight."
"Definitely." She makes her voice all deep, "You're Batman."
"I am. And do you know what Batman would like to do right now?"
"Tell me," her voice has that sexy, teasing tone that he recognizes well.
"Rivet you."
"What if I want to rivet you?"
"Well, I guess that would depend on who was stronger and got on top first. But remember, I'm a super-hero."
"I'm a feminist icon, buddy. And I have a drill."
"Okay, I know it's been awhile, but technically, I think I have the drill. Besides, Leslie--I'm a Super Hero," he says the words slowly, starting to let his mind wander to thoughts of her warm, cuddly, naked body beneath his. "I think I'm going to win. And I can hear you rolling your eyes."
"But you don't really have any super powers, do you? Just a cool suit and car. Some gadgets. So, how about if I win first, and then you win." He resists the urge to tell her how she's wrong, that the Batmobile isn't just a cool car.
"Or you win first and then I win? And then you win again?" He grins, unzips his pants.
"Something like that," she agrees. "By the way, I should mention that I started touching my nipples a few minutes ago."
"Oh god, okay. Well, when you're ready, lick your finger so it's all wet, spread your legs, and then start touching your clit. Pretend it's my tongue against you, teasing you," if only, Ben thinks.
"Mmmm, Batman's tongue?"
"Yeah. Do you want Batman to go down on you, Rosie? For equality's sake?" He asks, starting to stroke himself.
"I do. But then I want to talk about how Rosie is gonna get on top of Batman and sink down on him, ride him until he wins really hard."
Yeah, he really wants to talk about that too...the poll numbers can wait until later.
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Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
October 2012:
"I'm going as Rosie the Riveter," she tells him and he's not expecting that, so he stops reading through the campaign poll numbers in front of him and gives Leslie his full attention. Takes her off speaker and holds the phone up to his ear.
"You are?" He pictures her in a denim shirt, jeans, red lips, and her hair hidden behind a red bandana, except for some blonde curls on top. Okay, well, he's getting all turned on by Leslie dressed as Rosie the Riveter now. Good lord, how long has it been since they've seen each other?
Yeah," she says, and he can hear the smile in her voice. "What are you dressing up as?"
"Oh, I don't think anyone here is...doing that. So..."
"That's no fun. Okay, but if you were back home in Pawnee. What would you go as?"
"Would you want to do a couple's costume? Because wouldn't I be off to war?"
"No. No, I mean couple's costumes are fine, but it doesn't have to be that. Oh! But some year we should totally go as Princess Butter Cup and Dread Pirate Roberts!"
"The Princess Bride--I love that movie," he thinks that should be their first movie night after he gets back.
"Yeah, me too. But, this year...What would you be if you were dressing up and could be anything?"
He waits a few seconds. "Well, I do have a Batman costume at home in my closet."
"Really? How have I never seen that? Rosie the Riveter and Batman...I like it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Definitely. They'd make a great team."
"Huh."
"Yeah. I could help you fight crime."
"And I could help you rivet," he says and listens to her soft laughter. It makes his chest feel all warm and full. While he loves this exciting job and it's thrilling to be involved in politics (and being good at it--that's key), after finally finding a home in Pawnee, he's been surprised at just how lonely he is in DC, April's sarcastic and at times, infuriating company aside.
He thought this would just feel like being on the road in Indiana--it's not. He knows what he's missing now. It's Leslie Knope. And racoons, and Crazy Ira and The Douche, and Ramsett Park, and Jerry tripping over something. But mostly, it's Leslie.
Ben takes a sip of his beer, pushes back the chair from his dining room table and walks over to the couch, sits down. It's only a few more weeks until he'll be back home in Pawnee. No more phone calls and evenings spent on Skype to feel close to her.
"We could rivet by day and fight crime by night," she suggests.
"But when would we have time to do it?" he asks.
"Anytime you wanted to, babe."
"Okay, I'm liking the sound of this. I think we can skip the whole, what are you wearing thing tonight."
"Definitely." She makes her voice all deep, "You're Batman."
"I am. And do you know what Batman would like to do right now?"
"Tell me," her voice has that sexy, teasing tone that he recognizes well.
"Rivet you."
"What if I want to rivet you?"
"Well, I guess that would depend on who was stronger and got on top first. But remember, I'm a super-hero."
"I'm a feminist icon, buddy. And I have a drill."
"Okay, I know it's been awhile, but technically, I think I have the drill. Besides, Leslie--I'm a Super Hero," he says the words slowly, starting to let his mind wander to thoughts of her warm, cuddly, naked body beneath his. "I think I'm going to win. And I can hear you rolling your eyes."
"But you don't really have any super powers, do you? Just a cool suit and car. Some gadgets. So, how about if I win first, and then you win." He resists the urge to tell her how she's wrong, that the Batmobile isn't just a cool car.
"Or you win first and then I win? And then you win again?" He grins, unzips his pants.
"Something like that," she agrees. "By the way, I should mention that I started touching my nipples a few minutes ago."
"Oh god, okay. Well, when you're ready, lick your finger so it's all wet, spread your legs, and then start touching your clit. Pretend it's my tongue against you, teasing you," if only, Ben thinks.
"Mmmm, Batman's tongue?"
"Yeah. Do you want Batman to go down on you, Rosie? For equality's sake?" He asks, starting to stroke himself.
"I do. But then I want to talk about how Rosie is gonna get on top of Batman and sink down on him, ride him until he wins really hard."
Yeah, he really wants to talk about that too...the poll numbers can wait until later.
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