Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 6/6
Title: Five Times Ben and Leslie Had Phone Sex (and One Time They Didn't) 6/6
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: This Chapter: PG (overall NC-17)
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September 2011:
"Hello," it's a little terse, but it's the best he can manage.
"You answered. I didn't think you were going to answer."
"I answered. What do you want, Leslie?" It comes out icier than he means it to and he feels bad, but doesn't know how to fix it. To fix any of this. When he broke up with her, Ben thought it would be easier to go back to just being friends. He can't believe how wrong he was. So now he's just sitting here and passive-aggressively waiting for her to say something.
"I just...I don't know. To hear your voice," she finally responds.
He sighs, but then more sad than unkind says, "You can't call me because of that."
"I know, but I think I'm still drunk. Donna dropped me off a couple of hours ago but..." she trails off.
"Yeah, I heard about that. And I'm not going to mention how messed up it is for a whole government department to get hammered during the day at work, in some kind of weird backwoods drink-off with the department head's scary ex-wife and survivalist-type mother. Oh, wait, I guess I am going to mention that."
"When you say it like that, it does sound pretty messed up. But, to be fair, it seemed completely logical at the time. Plus, I really wanted to help Ron," she says, and he can hear the slur in her words now.
"I know you did," he says, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He even smiles briefly, he just can't help himself where Leslie's concerned. She's such a good person. And if he's honest with himself, he's pretty sure he's in love with her. So, that sucks.
"It was only me and April drinking. It didn't seem to really affect Ron. Everyone else in the department just watched." Then suddenly she switches gears on him. "I miss you."
"Leslie," he warns.
"It's true. I miss you and I want you to come over."
And...this whole conversation just went from awkward to a hundred different levels of unbearable because she's crying now. It breaks his heart but he knows he has to be strong about this. Maybe if she wasn't drunk he'd give her words more weight, but he's pretty sure she's not even going to remember this phone call in the morning. From what he'd heard from Tom, Leslie got really, really shit-faced off of Mama Swanson's million-proof hooch.
"I'm going to call Ann and ask her to stop by your house, okay? Maybe stay with you tonight."
"Don't want Ann. Ben, I want you."
"Leslie. We're not together anymore. And I know you're drunk and sad. And I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't come over there and it's not fair of you to ask me to do that."
"Please, just tonight. It's okay, it would just be tonight...I miss the way you smell. And--"
"Where are you?"
"What?" she sniffles, her sobs stopping momentarily.
"In your house, where are you?"
"Downstairs on the couch. Why? Do you want to do stuff on the phone?"
Ben brings a hand up to his forehead, tries to rub a sudden, sharp ache away while he tries to ignore that question. "Okay, look, I want you to just stay there. Don't go to the kitchen and try to make waffles or anything."
She hiccups. "Okay."
"Okay," he says back.
"I'll be good. You're coming over?" He can hear the hope in her voice and it positively kills him.
"No. I want you to stay put until Ann gets there, okay? Can you do that for me?"
She doesn't even answer him, she's just crying again. Really hard. And all he wants to do is gather her up in his arms and kiss her tears away, take care of her. Hold her and never let her go. But he can't do any of that and he really has to end this phone call right now before he does something incredibly stupid, like get in his car and drive over to her house.
"Leslie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're going to be fine in the morning."
Ben disconnects the phone, wipes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to compose himself. He gives Ann a call and then heads to the bathroom--he suddenly feels like taking a bath. But he brings the phone with him because he made Ann promise to call him back when she gets to Leslie's and let him know that everything's okay.
*--The End--*
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating: This Chapter: PG (overall NC-17)
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September 2011:
"Hello," it's a little terse, but it's the best he can manage.
"You answered. I didn't think you were going to answer."
"I answered. What do you want, Leslie?" It comes out icier than he means it to and he feels bad, but doesn't know how to fix it. To fix any of this. When he broke up with her, Ben thought it would be easier to go back to just being friends. He can't believe how wrong he was. So now he's just sitting here and passive-aggressively waiting for her to say something.
"I just...I don't know. To hear your voice," she finally responds.
He sighs, but then more sad than unkind says, "You can't call me because of that."
"I know, but I think I'm still drunk. Donna dropped me off a couple of hours ago but..." she trails off.
"Yeah, I heard about that. And I'm not going to mention how messed up it is for a whole government department to get hammered during the day at work, in some kind of weird backwoods drink-off with the department head's scary ex-wife and survivalist-type mother. Oh, wait, I guess I am going to mention that."
"When you say it like that, it does sound pretty messed up. But, to be fair, it seemed completely logical at the time. Plus, I really wanted to help Ron," she says, and he can hear the slur in her words now.
"I know you did," he says, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. He even smiles briefly, he just can't help himself where Leslie's concerned. She's such a good person. And if he's honest with himself, he's pretty sure he's in love with her. So, that sucks.
"It was only me and April drinking. It didn't seem to really affect Ron. Everyone else in the department just watched." Then suddenly she switches gears on him. "I miss you."
"Leslie," he warns.
"It's true. I miss you and I want you to come over."
And...this whole conversation just went from awkward to a hundred different levels of unbearable because she's crying now. It breaks his heart but he knows he has to be strong about this. Maybe if she wasn't drunk he'd give her words more weight, but he's pretty sure she's not even going to remember this phone call in the morning. From what he'd heard from Tom, Leslie got really, really shit-faced off of Mama Swanson's million-proof hooch.
"I'm going to call Ann and ask her to stop by your house, okay? Maybe stay with you tonight."
"Don't want Ann. Ben, I want you."
"Leslie. We're not together anymore. And I know you're drunk and sad. And I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't come over there and it's not fair of you to ask me to do that."
"Please, just tonight. It's okay, it would just be tonight...I miss the way you smell. And--"
"Where are you?"
"What?" she sniffles, her sobs stopping momentarily.
"In your house, where are you?"
"Downstairs on the couch. Why? Do you want to do stuff on the phone?"
Ben brings a hand up to his forehead, tries to rub a sudden, sharp ache away while he tries to ignore that question. "Okay, look, I want you to just stay there. Don't go to the kitchen and try to make waffles or anything."
She hiccups. "Okay."
"Okay," he says back.
"I'll be good. You're coming over?" He can hear the hope in her voice and it positively kills him.
"No. I want you to stay put until Ann gets there, okay? Can you do that for me?"
She doesn't even answer him, she's just crying again. Really hard. And all he wants to do is gather her up in his arms and kiss her tears away, take care of her. Hold her and never let her go. But he can't do any of that and he really has to end this phone call right now before he does something incredibly stupid, like get in his car and drive over to her house.
"Leslie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're going to be fine in the morning."
Ben disconnects the phone, wipes his eyes and takes a couple of seconds to compose himself. He gives Ann a call and then heads to the bathroom--he suddenly feels like taking a bath. But he brings the phone with him because he made Ann promise to call him back when she gets to Leslie's and let him know that everything's okay.
*--The End--*