Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (1/5)
Title: Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (1/5)
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Timeline: Season four - post Lucky.
Summary: An epic tale of double penetration with a toy. Plus, there's Ben freaking out a little.
Notes: I wrote a prompt on parksandreckink way back in May and it had so much plot that an anon suggested I write it. So I did. Yikes. And then I got a LJ in case I wrote more fic--I did.
Funny, I have been working on this for so long, I kind of feel that this actually happened on the show. And I'm like, Remember that episode when Leslie came home kind of drunk and she told Ben she wanted him to... Oh wait. Never mind.
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
For Ben, it was the beginning of a laid-back, non-stressful evening at home. He had the house to himself, truly a treat lately, what with the campaign craziness and well, just having April and Andy as roommates in general. But tonight, there were no envelopes to stuff, Andy was at a Mouse Rat gig in Bedford, Champion was sleeping on the couch next to him, and April was...not home. Probably at the gig? He did not care.
And although he kind of wished Leslie was staying in with him tonight, she was over at Ann's for the evening, having some wine and probably getting a little drunk with her best friend--which was completely fine. Because after the Buddy Wood interview fiasco, he was trying to curb his recent stress-ball tendencies. And blowing off steam was perfectly fine.
In moderation.
Whatever. He was trying.
So, instead of spending a Friday night wound up tighter than, well, Campaign Manager Ben Wyatt on a Friday night, he was going to lay on the couch in sweat pants and his Letters to Cleo t-shirt, eat popcorn for dinner (along with a salad--without being mocked by either Leslie or his roommates), go through a backlog of DVR'd shows, and then maybe start reading Leslie's copy of, The Woman Behind the New Deal: The Life of Frances Perkins, FDR's Secretary of Labor and His Moral Conscience. She wanted to talk to him about the book and he'd been meaning to dig into it for the last couple of weeks, ever since she had put it in his hands--he just hadn't found the time yet.
Plus, Leslie was going to come back here after Ann's and since they'd been together, he's discovered that drunk Leslie was usually either really horny or really sleepy--which either way was a win for him.
Ben was three Homeland episodes, a spinach salad, bowl of popcorn, and two and a half beers into his plan for the evening when he heard Leslie making a racket while letting herself in with her key and then closing the door noisily behind her.
He sat up hit the pause button. "Hey, you're here earlier than I was expecting."
She smiled. "Donna and April were there too, but then everyone kind of got tired or left. Party poopers," she complained, sounding fairly un-drunk, right before she tripped over a box of tennis balls and old shoes that Andy left by the door that morning. She started walking to his room, dropping her purse sloppily on a chair on the way.
Okay, she was a little drunk. He turned off the TV and followed.
Once in his room with the door closed, he helped her off with her blazer after she got her arm caught in one of its sleeves. "Well, it seems like you had some fun. Easy there," he smirked. "You didn't drive here, right?"
She laughed. "Thanks. That blazer is dangerous. Like a trap. Tarp. No, trap. And, no, no, of course not about the driving. We called a cab from Ann's. Hey! I need to tell you something. Ask you something, really." She poked him lightly in the chest. "Hey Ben, I want to do something with you. And I think you'll like it."
Ben started laughing, he couldn't help himself, really. After a few drinks (before the sleepy or horny kicked in), she tended towards adorably cute and usually very amusing. Well, unless she was trying to do an interview with the number one morning show in Indianapolis or anger-dancing with Jean-Ralphio. But tonight, she was just smiling at him and trying to get her clothes off. So, yes, super cute.
He got himself ready for an onslaught of new food combinations that she might want to make for dinner tomorrow, while she continued her attempt to disrobe.
"Tell me what you want to do," he answered, then held a hand for her to grip and steady herself while kicking off her heels and making an attempt to get her pants undone.
Ben was just about to help with that when she made progress with her trouser's zipper and soon those were on the floor. She fell back on his bed in just her blouse and a pair of black and white polka dot boy-shorts-style panties that were hugging the curves of her hips in very distracting, very amazing ways.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her. "Ben. And this is me talking to boyfriend-Ben and not campaign manager-Ben."
He appreciated her trying to keep their professional and personal relationships, not exactly separate, but slightly distinct. It was another thing they'd been working on lately.
Leslie continued, "So, there's this thing. We should do it. If you want to. I mean, we don't have to, but we should try it. Maybe? And if I like it, Ben, we could do other things too." She then stage whispered, "Sex things."
"Oh?" This topic just got a whole lot more interesting. Much better than the 'whipped cream as a pasta sauce' that he was expecting her to discuss.
Ben grinned. "What's this sex thing you want to try? And that's me asking as your boyfriend."
He braced himself for what historical figure he was going to have to try and work on an impersonation for...and that's when she started giggling. The specific, distinctive kind of giggling that normally only escaped her lips when she was discussing Vice President Biden.
Ben started to get a little worried. "Uh, babe?"
"Right. Okay, so Ben, I think you should do things..." She leaned in close. "With my butt." And with that she started making her weird, cute little giggle again. Then she stopped abruptly and stared at him. "Would you be interested in that?"
Okay--he honestly did not expect that but yes, of course he was fairly interested in that. Even so, he ran a hand through his hair before repeating, "I should do things with your...uh. Wait. What?" He just wanted to make sure he clearly understood the situation before commenting.
"Well, you could, I mean, right? There are toys and...we'd use lube...and then you could do that and then also we could have sex-sex. Because there'd be something in both places. That's supposed to feel really intense. It's called double penetration. At least that's one way to do it. Kind of a way to test it out. Did you know about that?" She winked at him--at least Ben thought it was a wink.
He couldn't help but smile as he asked, "Are you winking at me? But, yeah. I knew that--and you want to...?"
She grinned back and nodded. "And also, I mean, if I like that, maybe we could try having sex back there. You know, with your cock. In my ass. But first we'd have to try the other thing, to make sure I liked stuff back there. Do you want to? Try that with me? Plus, Ben, you totally should have mentioned that if you knew about it. You're so secretive. Stop holding out on me with all the awesome sex tricks."
"I'm not..." Ben stopped and made a face, as if a camera was in his bedroom documenting his incredulous expression.
Also, honestly, he still wasn't quite used to how Leslie could be so alternately naive and forward at the same time. This quirk of hers seriously blew his mind. He also had the thought, and not for the first time, that he'd very happily spend the rest of his life being surprised by and completely blown away by Leslie Knope.
"Um, yes, we could...do that. Yes. Definitely. Uh-huh," he leaned in for a kiss, not quite believing how lucky he was. But good lord, what was she drinking this evening? Did they break into a leftover bottle of snakejuice?
Leslie pulled back after a few seconds of his lips, warm and soft against hers. "Ha! She was right. She said you'd be into that!"
---> Part 2.
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Timeline: Season four - post Lucky.
Summary: An epic tale of double penetration with a toy. Plus, there's Ben freaking out a little.
Notes: I wrote a prompt on parksandreckink way back in May and it had so much plot that an anon suggested I write it. So I did. Yikes. And then I got a LJ in case I wrote more fic--I did.
Funny, I have been working on this for so long, I kind of feel that this actually happened on the show. And I'm like, Remember that episode when Leslie came home kind of drunk and she told Ben she wanted him to... Oh wait. Never mind.
Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
For Ben, it was the beginning of a laid-back, non-stressful evening at home. He had the house to himself, truly a treat lately, what with the campaign craziness and well, just having April and Andy as roommates in general. But tonight, there were no envelopes to stuff, Andy was at a Mouse Rat gig in Bedford, Champion was sleeping on the couch next to him, and April was...not home. Probably at the gig? He did not care.
And although he kind of wished Leslie was staying in with him tonight, she was over at Ann's for the evening, having some wine and probably getting a little drunk with her best friend--which was completely fine. Because after the Buddy Wood interview fiasco, he was trying to curb his recent stress-ball tendencies. And blowing off steam was perfectly fine.
In moderation.
Whatever. He was trying.
So, instead of spending a Friday night wound up tighter than, well, Campaign Manager Ben Wyatt on a Friday night, he was going to lay on the couch in sweat pants and his Letters to Cleo t-shirt, eat popcorn for dinner (along with a salad--without being mocked by either Leslie or his roommates), go through a backlog of DVR'd shows, and then maybe start reading Leslie's copy of, The Woman Behind the New Deal: The Life of Frances Perkins, FDR's Secretary of Labor and His Moral Conscience. She wanted to talk to him about the book and he'd been meaning to dig into it for the last couple of weeks, ever since she had put it in his hands--he just hadn't found the time yet.
Plus, Leslie was going to come back here after Ann's and since they'd been together, he's discovered that drunk Leslie was usually either really horny or really sleepy--which either way was a win for him.
Ben was three Homeland episodes, a spinach salad, bowl of popcorn, and two and a half beers into his plan for the evening when he heard Leslie making a racket while letting herself in with her key and then closing the door noisily behind her.
He sat up hit the pause button. "Hey, you're here earlier than I was expecting."
She smiled. "Donna and April were there too, but then everyone kind of got tired or left. Party poopers," she complained, sounding fairly un-drunk, right before she tripped over a box of tennis balls and old shoes that Andy left by the door that morning. She started walking to his room, dropping her purse sloppily on a chair on the way.
Okay, she was a little drunk. He turned off the TV and followed.
Once in his room with the door closed, he helped her off with her blazer after she got her arm caught in one of its sleeves. "Well, it seems like you had some fun. Easy there," he smirked. "You didn't drive here, right?"
She laughed. "Thanks. That blazer is dangerous. Like a trap. Tarp. No, trap. And, no, no, of course not about the driving. We called a cab from Ann's. Hey! I need to tell you something. Ask you something, really." She poked him lightly in the chest. "Hey Ben, I want to do something with you. And I think you'll like it."
Ben started laughing, he couldn't help himself, really. After a few drinks (before the sleepy or horny kicked in), she tended towards adorably cute and usually very amusing. Well, unless she was trying to do an interview with the number one morning show in Indianapolis or anger-dancing with Jean-Ralphio. But tonight, she was just smiling at him and trying to get her clothes off. So, yes, super cute.
He got himself ready for an onslaught of new food combinations that she might want to make for dinner tomorrow, while she continued her attempt to disrobe.
"Tell me what you want to do," he answered, then held a hand for her to grip and steady herself while kicking off her heels and making an attempt to get her pants undone.
Ben was just about to help with that when she made progress with her trouser's zipper and soon those were on the floor. She fell back on his bed in just her blouse and a pair of black and white polka dot boy-shorts-style panties that were hugging the curves of her hips in very distracting, very amazing ways.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him down next to her. "Ben. And this is me talking to boyfriend-Ben and not campaign manager-Ben."
He appreciated her trying to keep their professional and personal relationships, not exactly separate, but slightly distinct. It was another thing they'd been working on lately.
Leslie continued, "So, there's this thing. We should do it. If you want to. I mean, we don't have to, but we should try it. Maybe? And if I like it, Ben, we could do other things too." She then stage whispered, "Sex things."
"Oh?" This topic just got a whole lot more interesting. Much better than the 'whipped cream as a pasta sauce' that he was expecting her to discuss.
Ben grinned. "What's this sex thing you want to try? And that's me asking as your boyfriend."
He braced himself for what historical figure he was going to have to try and work on an impersonation for...and that's when she started giggling. The specific, distinctive kind of giggling that normally only escaped her lips when she was discussing Vice President Biden.
Ben started to get a little worried. "Uh, babe?"
"Right. Okay, so Ben, I think you should do things..." She leaned in close. "With my butt." And with that she started making her weird, cute little giggle again. Then she stopped abruptly and stared at him. "Would you be interested in that?"
Okay--he honestly did not expect that but yes, of course he was fairly interested in that. Even so, he ran a hand through his hair before repeating, "I should do things with your...uh. Wait. What?" He just wanted to make sure he clearly understood the situation before commenting.
"Well, you could, I mean, right? There are toys and...we'd use lube...and then you could do that and then also we could have sex-sex. Because there'd be something in both places. That's supposed to feel really intense. It's called double penetration. At least that's one way to do it. Kind of a way to test it out. Did you know about that?" She winked at him--at least Ben thought it was a wink.
He couldn't help but smile as he asked, "Are you winking at me? But, yeah. I knew that--and you want to...?"
She grinned back and nodded. "And also, I mean, if I like that, maybe we could try having sex back there. You know, with your cock. In my ass. But first we'd have to try the other thing, to make sure I liked stuff back there. Do you want to? Try that with me? Plus, Ben, you totally should have mentioned that if you knew about it. You're so secretive. Stop holding out on me with all the awesome sex tricks."
"I'm not..." Ben stopped and made a face, as if a camera was in his bedroom documenting his incredulous expression.
Also, honestly, he still wasn't quite used to how Leslie could be so alternately naive and forward at the same time. This quirk of hers seriously blew his mind. He also had the thought, and not for the first time, that he'd very happily spend the rest of his life being surprised by and completely blown away by Leslie Knope.
"Um, yes, we could...do that. Yes. Definitely. Uh-huh," he leaned in for a kiss, not quite believing how lucky he was. But good lord, what was she drinking this evening? Did they break into a leftover bottle of snakejuice?
Leslie pulled back after a few seconds of his lips, warm and soft against hers. "Ha! She was right. She said you'd be into that!"
---> Part 2.